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bbyseok · 17 days

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genshin dragon men : calling him handsome

♡ pairing: zhongli, neuvillette x gn!reader

♡ a/n: this was originally supposed to also have wriothesley, dan heng, blade, and jing yuan, but i ran out of ideas. if you’d like to see something for them, please lemme know lol

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zhongli — flattery, you swallow me.

the former archon is rather composed in nearly every waking moment you’ve seen him. he carries himself with an aura of calm confidence, whether he’s dealing with business on behalf of the wangsheng funeral parlor or spending his time leisurely alongside you.

he has a way with words; speaking oh so eloquently on a variety of topics.. from today’s weather to the latest tale of liyue’s history he’s been wanting to spew.

zhongli doesn’t get flustered often, if not at all. which makes sense for a man like him. having had many experiences in his six thousand years of life, it’s not really surprising.

but let’s just say that you’re feeling rather.. determined to see what blushing looks like on the funeral consultant. his stoic expressions do nothing to deter the handsomeness of his facial features, but you’re sure you can make him even prettier.

it’s like any other day in liyue harbor: bustling streets full of commerce, clear skies overhead, and calm waves from the sea.

zhongli had proposed to you earlier in the week that you spend a day with him. “i enjoy your company,” he had said without batting an eye and knowing that those words easily had your heart racing, “even if we are simply doing nothing at all.”

you have yet to see him so far, waiting beside a food stall and trying to catch sight of his presence amongst the crowd. you shift on your legs, moving to lean on the stall and crossing your arms. ah, there he is.

dressed in his usual attire of brown, gold, and black, he catches your eye quite easily and begins to approach you. his strides are long and he’s quick to almost reach the spot where you’re standing.

and here’s your chance!

before he can speak and greet you, you take a deep breath, flash up your own smile, and say right as he closes the distance in the most suave voice you can muster, “hi, handsome.”

you’re expecting a reaction of surprise from him, of course. he’s no stranger to compliments, but he’s not used to them as brazen and blunt as this—especially from you.

but you still certainly don’t him to stumble and nearly fall at your feet. zhongli’s footing stutters ever so slightly and he has to regain it as he stands in front of you, clearing his throat with eyes that seem to widen for only a couple of heartbeats.

and you were right: he looks even prettier with the faint pink dusting over his cheeks. it’s barely visible, but it’s there. and it’s there because of you.

frankly, he feels like a silly fool, fumbling like that. even though his current status is one of a mortal, he had stood boldfaced during countless events in the middle of wrath and destruction, and these mere words from you has him acting like some- some teenager!

zhongli clears his throat again, trying to confirm that he hadn’t misheard you. “pardon?” he coughs, amber eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of mirth.

your smile is the same as before, tugging at the corner of your lips subtly. “hi, handsome,” you repeat cheekily, speaking as if you just hadn’t witnessed him trip oh so elegantly. you straighten your form so you’re no longer leaning on the stall. “was wondering what was taking you so long.”

his eyes are watching you closely, and he seems to have regained his usual composure, even with the blush still lingering on his cheeks. “ah, i apologize,” he muses, “i failed to realize the time.”

and then, it’s his turn to flatter you. because the feeling is mutual, is it not? your boldness should be repaid. after all, flattery is an exchange that goes both ways.

zhongli grasps your hand within his gloved one, lifting it up to brush his soft lips over your knuckles with delicacy that makes your heart skip a beat.

“a beauty such as you should not have to wait.”

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neuvillette — oh, how the water stirs.

the chief justice of fontaine is a man of an honorable reputation. your hear nothing but good—and sometimes mysterious—things from the people of the nation.

being an assistant of the iudex, however, does allow you to see other sides to him. while he is strict and stern, almost immovable, in the court, he is also kind and tender to those he seemed fit to receive such treatment from him. (the melusines are a prime example.)

whatever he seems to be doing though.. he nearly always wears almost an emotionless expression on his alluring features.

now, there are many words that you can use to describe neuvillette’s appearance with: ethereal, striking, breathtaking even. but the last thing you want is to overwhelm him and embarrass yourself.

so you’ll start small, you decide. a short and honest compliment because the iudex’s assistant is allowed to compliment him sometimes, right?

today’s routine is quite normal so far—you help sedene and any of the other melusines that have tasks around the palais memoria before preparing to greet neuvillette and help him out with his papers and any other duties.

you can tell he has arrived when everyone takes a look and hushes down; the entrance hall of the palais memoria is usually quiet in ambience but even more so with the chief justice now present.

“good morning, monsieur neuvillette,” you greet him as well as he approaches, and he gives you a polite smile in return, cane stamping on the floor gently.

he says your name softly and shakes his head. “ah, i’ve already told you before. you can simply call me neuvillette— i insist.”

you chuckle in response and nod. first name basis with who is essentially one of the most powerful beings of the nation is nothing short of nervewracking. you don’t let it get to you though, gesturing to the door. “ah, right. sorry. shall we head into your office?”

neuvillette nods and walks. you move to follow him, but there’s a sudden tugging on your clothing and you look to see sedene behind you.

the melusine giggles, perhaps in a knowing way. “monsieur neuvillette seems to be quite fond of you, if i must say!” she says in a hushed voice.

you flush, waving her statement off. “oh, sedene!” despite feeling slightly embarrassed, you’re flustered as well. eventually, you head into neuvillette’s office, hoping he doesn’t notice anything amiss.

you settle into routine easily; briefing him up on any upcoming trials and cases, smaller notifications from the people of fontaine, and of course—situating his seemingly endless stacks of paperwork.

after a while, neuvillette now seated at his desk, he emits a soft sigh and bids you thanks. “thank you. that’ll be all for now.” his ever glistening gaze rests on you. “i do wish you a pleasant rest of your day.”

okay, you can do it. it’ll be fine. just tell him he looks good and leave! why does it seem like his eyes are boring straight into you? they’re unreadable as ever, leaving you to simply wonder what will go through his head when you say what you want to say.

nonetheless, you take a quick, deep breath and go for it. “you look handsome today, neuvillette,” you tell him, a sincere smile tugging at your lips.

he doesn’t say anything, and the brief silence that hangs in the air is nearly startling as he simply continues to stare. you clear your throat quickly and look away. “well, you look handsome every day, but i just wanted to let you know now and well-”

you’re rambling, great. “um, i’ll be taking my leave now, monsieur!” you awkwardly dismiss yourself and hurry out of his office, missing at how the tips of his ear subtly burn with a different shade of color.

you don’t even bother glancing at a curious sedene as you usher your way out of the bulding. oh, archons! how are you going to face him now?

unbeknownst to you, all that is left is the hydro dragon in deep contemplation, papers still completely untouched since your departure.

it is only when sedene enters the room with her clipboard does he stir, and he blinks at her appearance. his brows furrow, still deep in pondering.

“monsieur neuvillette, is everything alright?”

there’s a pause. for a rare moment, the chief justice allows himself to be hesitant and genuinely curious aloud.

“sedene.. am i… handsome?”

(it’s safe to say that for the rest of the day, fontaine has nothing but a sunny sky.)

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thiefoflight68 · 2 years

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BAKUSQUAD X READER (F)

The New Employee

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DNI if you are not 18+.

Warnings: A lot of men fucking on one woman, starts out with backstory. Anal, masturbation, oral, fucking, use of slut/toy, after care.

Pro-Heroes: Bakugou, Hanta, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki

@kemakoshume - for you, hope you like. Sweet loving gang bang LOL

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Pulling down your skirt one more time, you smooth the wrinkle that keeps forming across the middle. Looking at the address, you see the huge complex ahead of you. What the fuck am I doing here?? has been methodically pounding through your brain since you stepped off the train at the station. Your stomach explodes into a mess of nerves, fear and excitement, you wonder who will be there when you get to his apartment. Definitely Dynamite, right? You bite your lip, you hope he’s one of the three. Taking a deep breath, you cross the street quickly, Mina still hasn’t texted back. You’re half-tempted to wait for her before going in, your stomach exploding with butterflies again just thinking of going up to the apartment. You can feel the wetness now rubbing between your thighs, you groan, maybe crotchless panties weren't such a good idea. What the fuck am I doing here?? runs through your brain again. It’s all fucking Mina’s fault, the fucking traitor. You appreciate her as a friend, she did get you the job at the agency and she’s been introducing you to all of your favorite heroes. She knows the ones you’ve got pinned on the walls of your apartment, the little minx. Your first few months had been going great, a few get togethers, drinks, dinners, you’d slowly been getting to know them all. Bakugou still scared the shit out of you, so making eye contact with him was next to impossible, but when you did, fuck, you could swear there was a glint in those crimson eyes. Everyone else had been so nice, nothing strange, well, until last night. “Fucking Mina,” you mutter for the umpteenth time. What the fuck am I doing here?? You know what happened and why you’re here. Thinking back, it was right when things were winding down last night, the last beers ordered.

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“(y/n), who is your favorite hero at the table?” Mina teased, six pairs of eyes landed on you.

“Oh, um,” your cheeks feel hot, you know your blushing, you jab Mina in the side.

“OW!” She laughs playfully.

“Come on, we know you gotta favorite,” Sero smiles, he takes a swig of his beer, his eyes landing appreciatively on your breasts.

Fixing your shirt, you feel stupid for wearing this button up top, it’s your favorite but you’ve been so freaked out with the new job you’ve been stress eating and everything’s a little bit bigger than usual. You look down, the adjustment only pulls on the button more, it looks ready to pop. You hear a chuckle from Bakugou, you look back up shyly, his piercing red eyes look ready to yank the button free. Reaching blindly behind you, your finger catches the small sweater you brought and you slide it on quickly, trying to pull it over you. You hear him clicking his tongue.

“Too pretty to hide those,” he hooks a finger in your sweater pushing it back off your shoulder. Your freeze, barely able to breath, did he just compliment your breasts? You decide to do nothing, leaving your sweater half-on, he smirks and goes back to drinking and talking to Todoroki. Grabbing a napkin you wipe your palms off quickly. You grab the cold bottle of beer and take a swig.

“So Mina told us a little story about you.” Kaminari says casually watching you give up on your sweater, his eyes twinkling.

Beer comes flying out your mouth as you spit on your blouse and the table, “oh shit!” You grab the napkin you were using a moment ago and wipe at the rapidly growing wet spot on your blouse, your pink bra now visible. You grab your sweater and pull it over yourself, this time ignoring the noises coming from Bakugou.

“Mina!” You hiss, pinching her. “What did you tell them!?” But you know, by the look in his eye, she told them the story. “That was not your story to tell!” You continue to seethe at her.

“What?!?” Mina grins at you.

“Friendship is something to be cherished,” Izuku says softly.

“You would say that Deku,” Bakugou snipes back rudely, “I don’t think they were cherishing her friendship though.” He smiles cockily, giving you the once over with his red eyes.

“Look (y/n), I’m sorry,” Mina giggles, “one thing led to another and it came out, what’s the big deal? It was just a foursome.” Mina pulls away from your pinching fingers.

Red blotches shine on your cheeks, you know you’re blushing so hard you want to cry, you cover your eyes. “Mina, you are saying things you don’t understand.”

“Then help us understand,” Todoroki’s voice is calm, soothing. You look up, his eyes are beautiful, you could get lost in their depths.

“Fine,” you look across the table, they’re staring at you expectantly. “I-I have four best friends,” you glare at Mina, “well three now.” She shrugs at you. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the group, “it was graduation and I was hanging with my three guy friends. We knew we were going our different ways and it was sad.” You shrug, “I was going to miss them. So we were watching a movie and it just happened.”

“Three men just happened?” Kiri whistled softly, “Mina are we best friends? Wanna watch a movie,” he laughed at her.

“Sure Kiri,” she winked, “anytime.” You smile looking down at your forgotten beer, that wasn’t so bad.

“So that was it, you never did another one?” Katsuki’s voice was softer, you notice his eyes are different.

“Well yeah, not really a lot of best friend scenarios these days for me, I just got here three months ago.”

“We’re your friends, aren’t we (y/n)?” Kaminari practically whines.

“Oh sure!” you gasp, “of course you are, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that you aren’t but, but, not like, I mean you’re all Pro-Heroes.” If possible you’re blushing harder

A quick exchange of glances shoot across the table, your mind starts to back pedal, you need to get out of this conversation quickly.

“So because we’re Pro-Heroes, it’s different?” Midoriya leans forward, his brows arched.

“No, I mean, well, not like you’d be into something like that with me, I mean, not a foursome but just me,” you slap your hand over your mouth, “I’m stopping now, I think I should go home.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” A multitude of voices ring out, Bakugou’s hand shoots out holding you.

“What if we were interested,” his voice husky, almost a purr. Chills race down your spine pooling in your stomach, you can feel yourself getting wet just from the tone of his voice.

“If you were?” You’re lost for a moment, a sweet feeling fluttering in your stomach. “I guess,” you look across the table. “I guess.”

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And now you’re pushing open the door to an expensive building, of course being a Pro-Hero for almost six years has its benefits. As you walk to the elevator, the slick between your legs is getting creamier, your thighs are rubbing easily with no friction. You wonder who will be there. You'd put your foot down, only three of them, they’d agreed. When you received the text with the address from Todoroki, you figured he was one. If it was possible you were even wetter now, you hoped he would be in front, sucking him while staring at those eyes, that, you smile, that would be a memory you would relish for a long time. Pushing the elevator button you enter in the password he’d sent. The car moves so quickly you lose your stomach for a moment, your head feels dizzy, it slows to a stop, the doors sliding open. Stepping out to a small landing you freeze, six pairs of eyes are staring at you.

“Oh,” you turn as the doors close, you realize it took you directly into his apartment. Todoroki jumps to his feet and gives you his hand guiding you into the living room. The place is amazing, spacious with huge picture windows, you’re sure you’d appreciate it if there weren’t six men staring at you so lasciviously. “Um,” turning you look back into a large kitchen, “where’s Mina and why are there six of you?”

“Not sure on Mina,” Todoroki offers you a seat on the couch, tugging your skirt down as far as it will go you sit, realizing too late that you’re dripping wet with crotchless panties on, you close your eyes, you can never move again, you’re sure you’ve ruined his couch.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima puts his arm around your shoulder, “you look scared baby.” He rubs your back gently.

“Well, there are six of you here and we agreed on just three.” An icy fear grips you that three are here to watch.

“We couldn’t decide,” Sero shrugged, “it started to get heated so we decided to let you choose.” Your jaw drops, you shake your head.

“No, no no, I can’t do that, I, I like all of you.”

“Well not that much, you only want three, so you need to decide,” Katsuki crosses his arms glaring at the others, he was clearly not in a good mood.

“I really can’t.”

“I know it’s not me,” Kaminari hops up, “I’m not usually on the list, so I’ll head out.”

“No wait!” You grab his hand as he walks by, of all of them he’d been the first one you’d loved, maybe not your favorite, but the first one that had touched your heart. “That - that time you took down shredder, the villain in that small town, your shirt was torn.” You blush smiling at him, “your chest was - was bare, you have, the pinkest nipples, are they really like that?” Your words tumble out of your mouth.

He’s transfixed, he can’t move, the look on your face. “(y/n) do you really remember that?”

“I do and all of you, I - I admit I have my favorites but all of you are in my ‘if I met them’ book.”

“What’s that?” Midoriya slides closer to you on the couch.

“Idiot, if I met them I would fuck them.” Katsuki stands, “so does that mean we’re all in on this?”

You gulp, swallowing the no that is rising in your throat, “yes.” You croak out.

“Last question then,” Midoriya's green eyes are now sparkling, “who goes when?”

Eyes darting around the room you spy a bowl of colored glass on the coffee table in front of you. “Here,” you pick it up and hand it to Todoroki, “everyone pick one out, take a picture with your phone, then I’ll choose them blindly.” They begin pulling out a stone one by one. “Rules,” you quickly look at all of them.

“Rules?” Sero chirps.

“Let her fucking talk asshole.” Katsuki nods to you. Taking a breath you begin.

“Rules, no phones or cameras, put them away, I see a phone or camera, it stops and I mean stops.” Feeling more confident, you stand, forgetting the small wet slick now on the couch. “Safety word is,” you pick up one of the colored glass pieces, “glass, if I say glass-”

“What if you can’t talk?” Todoroki tips his head.

“Right, okay, if I tap you in any way three times, foot, elbow, finger, you have to call out to the others glass for me.” Heads nod in agreement.

“Anything else, something you don’t like?”

“No, I’m good with everything.”

“Everything?” Katsuki repeats pointedly.

Your stomach clenches hard, biting your cheek you turn, lifting your skirt. Red lace crotchless panties hugging your plush curves, you reach behind and opening your butt cheeks you tap on a small butt plug. Turning quickly you lower your skirt again. “I’m prepped for everything.” The room is silent. Looking up you see Katsuki is leaning forward, jaw slightly open, a laugh escapes.

“Not a lot surprises me sweetie,” he stands up and cups your chin, kissing you, “but you just did.”

“Is that - that good or bad?”

“Very fucking good.”

“Hang on Bakugou, we’re fucking picking stones remember.”

“Fuck you, ever heard of foreplay idiot?”

You take a deep breath, it’s really happening. Your stomach explodes with anticipation, you feel the slick pooling now, a small drip escaping down your leg, you quickly press your soft thighs together to catch it before it travels much further. “Okay, I’ll pick a rock, here we go.”

“Wait,” Todoroki walks to a desk and pulls out a small scarf, “we don’t want you to cheat.”

“Cheat?” You huff, stopping as you realize he’s about to blindfold you. “Ah, oh, okay,” he gently puts the scarf around your eyes, tying the back. You feel his lips press into your shoulder, kissing you. Reaching in again you pull out the first rock.

“YES!” Twisting around blindly you recognize Kirishima’s voice. A hand palms your ass, “I know what I want,” his breath hot in your ear as he comes up alongside you. His hand slides down between your thighs, feeling the expanding slick, his fingers glide over your folds. “I’ve been smelling that sweet tang of your pussy since you walked in here, I want this little hot wet cunt in my face to start. I wanna taste you.” Your breathing is shallow now, you can barely think, the thought of his tongue deep inside of you making your heart race.

“Next one,” your voice squeaks as you pull another piece of glass, silence. Suddenly full lips cover yours, sucking hard, his tongue slicing through your mouth, hand squeezing your cheeks almost painfully.

“I want my cock buried deep in her as soon as you’re done.” Katsuki ‘s gruff voice rumbles into your mouth. Your knees feel weak, another gush from your pussy, you clamp your thighs together stopping the flow.

“Don’t,” his hand squeezes your cheeks tighter, shoving his leg between your thighs, “I wanna see that fucking cum dripping down your legs.”

“O-Okay.” Relaxing your thighs, you can feel the pooling drip tickling your skin. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear, his voice causing a riot in your body. His thick fingers slide up your thighs capturing the drip, you hear as he sucks on them slowly, slurping. “You may have picked the second best spot, Shitty Hair, she tastes really good.”

Hand shaking you grab another rock, lifting it in the air. A hand slides up your skirt tapping your butt plug. You whirl your head looking for the source of the light touch. “I want this right here,” Midoriya’s soft voice comes up behind you, his hands on your bare ass. “This is magical back here, I’m gonna play with this a little bit first.” His mouth tickles your neck as he twists the plug in your hole.

Gasping you lean back into him, his hands slide around you holding you up, “need help steadying yourself?” Izuku’s leg now moving in behind you pressing against your wet pussy. “You feel ready for us baby doll, can you feel how ready I am for you?” He rubs his hard cock into your back.

“Yes,” you whimper at the pressure against your clit.

“Pick more rocks (y/n),” Katsuki starts squeezing your nipples beneath your thin bra. Nodding you grab another rock, body trembling waiting for another one to approach you. His fingers are icy, immediately you know, it's Todoroki. His thumb presses into your mouth, fingers cupping your chin. He pushes down on your tongue firmly, saliva pooling in your mouth, you can feel it start to gather at the corner of your lips.

“I want this sweet mouth on my cock,” he watches as your saliva slips down your chin. “I think our sweet little girl has a nice throat where I can nestle my dick.” You feel the warmth of his lips on your cheek. “Pick between the last two rocks,” he whispers in your ear. You feel the two rocks and grab one. You hear laughing, Sero, a finger suddenly pushes into your pussy.

“Oh shit,” you jump, you turn towards his voice, “that scared me.”

“Kiri, man, wanna eat her out together?”

“Hell ya,” you can hear them thumping each other’s back. You groan loudly at the thought of two tongues.

“Looks like I’m last,” you can hear the disappointment in Kaminari’s voice.

“Kaminari,” your voice is shaking.

“Denki, (y/n), call me Denki,” you can feel him next to you, kissing your neck.

“Mmm, that's nice Denki,” Reaching out you can feel him, his thigh under your hand, walking your fingers up his leg you can feel his swollen cock straining against his pants. “I’m really good with my hands Denki,” you whisper, splaying your fingers against him, rubbing along the outline of his shaft.

“(y/n) baby,” he breathes against your skin, “I think I love you,” he sighs, you can feel him unbuttoning his pants.

“It’s time (y/n), time to be our own sweet little toy, you ready?” Katsuki’s voice in your other ear, hot tongue licking at your lobe. “I’m so fucking hard, I’m gonna burst just looking at you.”

“Mmm,” you nod, thoughts fleeting, the anticipation rippling through your body, you can’t take it, every nerve is alive waiting for them.

You’re not sure who is touching you but hands are tugging your shirt over your head, a hot mouth on your breast, sucking your nipple through your bra. You jerk at the touch, another hand pulling down your skirt.

“Appreciate the lingerie (y/n), what a nice touch.” Hands pulling off your bra and underwear as a thick arm wraps around your waist. Your arms being held tightly, you feel as your body is lifted and spun around, suspended, you hear Kirishima chuckle as he sets you down.

“Reach out.”

You hold out your arms feeling a soft blanket, your knees hit the ground.

“All fours baby girl,” you recognize Katsuki’s gruff voice. “And spread ‘em for Kiri, he looks like he’s gonna fucking die if he doesn’t get his tongue in you now.” Steadying yourself, you start to open your legs as hands grab at your soft thighs spreading you wide open forcefully, a thick tongue laps at your sensitive folds sliding all the way back to your butt plug. He takes the end in his mouth and tugs hard. You moan as you clench your ass sucking it back into your body.

“Fuck Midoriya, you gotta a nice surprise here.” Kiri moves back to your dripping wet cunt, licking slowly he sucks on your clit, causing a whimper to escape from your throat. His laughter causes vibrations that make your toes curl as he flicks his tongue playfully into your wet warmth. Another mouth latches onto your clit, sucking, you arch your back as the sweet familiar ball that pulses against your clit expands in your belly.

“Ung,” you gasp as a hard dick slaps your face, the tip running across your mouth, precum smearing over your lips. Smiling you know it’s Todoroki, licking your lips, you open wide, hanging out your tongue.

“Sweet fucking toy, what a good girl,” his voice cool as he pushes the tip into your mouth but you can hear the slight tremor under the calm. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck greedily, flattening your tongue rubbing against his sensitive skin. His fingers dig into your hair, “fuck, (y/n)” Todoroki grits through his teeth.

Rough wet fingers begin pinching your nipples, twisting them, you jerk from the sudden jolt, the intense ball curling tighter until it pops. Your cry muffled around the cock in your mouth, your walls clenching, cum runs into Kiri’s mouth. You hear him groan as he drinks you into his mouth.

“You cum already?” Katsuki’s voice is husky, tongue sweeping around your ear again, sucking at your earlobe. “I like how sensitive you are.” Your body shudders as every part of you is under assault, the tremor of your orgasm barely calming as the next one begins to build.

The tongue in your pussy is so fucking deep now, you have to concentrate to focus on the dick in your throat, swallowing again. Eijiro’s thick finger joins his tongue, curving into your spongy warmth finding your spot. “E!” you scream around Todoroki’s dick. Eijiro starts laughing, flicking and thrusting harder. Sero, still tonguing your clit, uses his teeth to start nibbling gently. The intense feeling shoots up through your body, walls clenching as you can feel your orgasm already peaking.

“(y/n)” Denki’s voice now close to you, he tugs on your arm. Balancing yourself you reach out, you feel Denki thrust his dick into your hand, cool lube dripping down your fingers. Taking his shaft in your hand, you breath in deep, focus (y/n)! Your mind wants to melt away in the pleasure coursing through your body. Rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock, your fingers slip over the top, letting them all slide firmly down, until the tip hits your palm, you pull back up.

“(y/n)! That feels so fucking good!” You smile as Denki squeezes your arm, letting you sweetly torture his cock.

Cold lube begins to drip into your ass, you clench at the feeling. You’ve been mentally preparing for this, fuck, the cock in your throat sliding deeper, the tongue on your clit, fingers on your nipples, dick in your hand. You’re ready to explode any moment. Fingers tug at the plug, pulling gently, just enough that it emerges halfway. Your groans loud now, salvia slipping down your chin, Izuku slams the plug back in your ass. Everything comes apart, eyes rolling back, your walls clenching on the tongue shoved deep, you scream around the cock. Todoroki slams himself into your throat, his hand holding your head.

“You got it baby girl, take me, I know you can.” He gently strokes your cheek as he pushes deeper. “Take me in your throat.” Obediently you open your throat, you can’t breath, tears soaking the scarf, some now slipping down your cheeks, your walls flutter as another wave rips through you. The mouth on your pussy latching on, drinking every drop gushing from your body, tongue coaxing you through your orgasm.

“Aaa!” You cry out around Todoroki’s cock, but he grabs your hair and shoves you deeper onto his dick. Sliding down into your throat you instinctively swallow, his deep growl and clenching fists in your hair make you smile.

“(y/n) do that again,” Shoto’s voice is losing control now, shaking with need.

“It’s fucking time Kiri, get the fuck out of the way, our good little girl needs to be fucked deep.” You feel Katsuki’s dick on your back, as he bounces it off of you. “Deku, you can take our little toy in the ass, while I fuck her.”

“Hey I wanna still suck on her,” you hear Sero whine.

“Go to her other hand Sero, fuck me, she’s got good hands,” Denki’s shivering as your hand now pumps his cock, thumbing the tip.

Another cock, your lightheaded, another cock in your hand. You reach down cupping Sero’s balls trying to keep yourself from passing out. Unable to breathe, you suck harder, squeezing Todoroki into your throat. Pulling back, he gasps spurting hot streams of cum into your mouth. You suckle him, swallowing every drop.

“Good girl,” he coos, “that’s right,” yanking your head up by your hair, “show me your mouth,” he commands. Coughing and sucking in your breath sharply, you open your mouth, tongue hanging out. He grips your tongue, saliva and cum streaming on the floor. “How do you feel?” His voice is soft, he thumbs your tongue as another pool of saliva drips to the floor. You nod, sucking on his thumb. Chuckling he rubs your cheek gently, you feel his lips caress your temple. “I think she’s ready for another cock,” Todoroki calls out.

A body slides under you, lifting your hips high, a rigid cock bumping against your stomach.

“Katsuki? I mean Bakugou?” A hand reaches up removing your blindfold. You blink, red eyes staring into yours.

“Katsuki,” he grunts, smiling at you, his hands digging deep into your thighs. “You ready princess?” You nod, as he thrusts up, his cock plunging into you. Fingers on your ass pulling out your plug at the same time, a scream erupts from your throat.

“Fuck!” You feel like you're being split into two, his thick cock stretching your walls painfully. “Bak- Kat-” tears slide down your cheeks. “Please,” you wail pleadingly.

“I’ll make you feel fucking fantastic (y/n), hold on sweet girl.” Moving his hips, he grinds himself deep inside, moving against your cervix. A warmth flushes through you as he begins to lift you off his cock, working into your spongy walls, finding the same spot Kiri had been tickling earlier. Your head snaps back, mouth open as he drives your hips down your pussy taking in his thick cock. His mouth closes around your nipple. Sero’s cock moves from your hand, you look up as he calls to you.

“Hey (y/n), sweet girl, I’ve got a nice cock for you.” He smooths your hair back, tucking a strand behind your ear. “You wanna suck me?”

You laugh as you try to focus on his question, the huge cock slamming into your pussy pulling every thought from your head. Opening your mouth, he grips your face.

“Hey baby,” he runs his hand down your jawline, “Our girl,” Sero calls gently. “Ready for me?”

“Y-Yes,” you stammer sticking out your tongue, as another thrust plunges Katsuki’s cock deep in your pussy. “Ng.”

Izuku kisses your lower back, “I love your ass (y/n), look at you, so fucking good, want me baby girl?” His hands grip your cheeks as thumbs spread you wide, Izuku’s dick pushing into your hole, thrusting slowly, teasing your rim until Katsuki slams you down, causing Izuku’s cock to bury in your ass in one thrust.

“FUCK!” You scream, a shuddering orgasm sweeps through your body, walls clenching down hard on both cocks in your body.

Sero thrusts his dick into your mouth, grabbing your head, slamming into your throat. Gulping you suck on the dick in your mouth, your hand gripping Denki, you feel his cock bulging, you rub him as ropes of cum spray across your arm.

“Fuck, fuck, that felt good.” Denki sinks down to his knees.

Your body explodes, every nerve alive as you shake, jolts of pleasure rock your pussy.

“Look at you fucking gushing on my balls,” Katsuki thrusts up again, loving how tight your wet walls clench on him as you cum. Reaching down he kneads your clit, “so fucking wet, so damn tight, fuck you feel good.”

“Mmmm,” you hum on the sweet cock in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around Sero’s thick shaft. He pushes deeper into your mouth, his tip teasing your throat.

“Can you do it for me? Can my little angel deep throat me?” You nod letting him slide into your throat, the gag comes fast but you swallow hard against it, Sero laughs harshly. “When you gag it feels fucking fantastic,” he thrusts hard again, causing you to gag. “Fuck yes,” he pulls out pumping his cock, as his thick cum stripes across your face. “You look so good like that.”

You try to answer, try to hear what he’s saying but then Katsuki and Izuku are both thrusting inside of you, their dicks filling you so full your head is swimming. Your clit is swollen but those rough fingers continue to pull at the growing tension. Both slam into you pulling you down hard, you’re shaking again, walls clamping down on the thick cock in your pussy, you can feel Katsuki double pump into you as hot cum fills you.

“Fuck, fucking tight pussy,” he shoves his dick deep inside, you pant as the last of your orgasm washes over you. Your ass still full as Izuku reaches around twisting your nipples, he bites your back.

“Fuck (y/n), your ass is so fucking tight, can I cum inside?”

“Yes Zuki,” you mewl as he pounds your ass, he can’t hold on, his cock being squeezed as you milk him. He falls forwards onto your back kissing you gently.

You feel like collapsing, everything shaking, “I can’t,” the words barely out when someone is kissing you, licking your lips. “Are you okay sweet girl?”

“So many,” you laugh looking up, it’s Denki, he’s pumping his cock, now hard. You smile, “you want my mouth?”

“I do baby, oh fuck I do, can you lick it first?”

“Yeah Denks,” You smile at him sweetly. He grips your hair as he pushes into your mouth, you tickle him with the tip of your tongue, pressing it into the slit at the tip. “Oh fuck (y/n), that feels so good baby.” You stare into his eyes as you lick and suck down the length of his cock. Yellow eyes blazing, he watches you. Katsuki lifts your body as he moves from underneath you, his mouth pressing into your back, his hot tongue tracing a path to your lower back. You arch at the tickling sensation, you groan and thrust looking for something to fill your emptiness.

“Who’s next?” Katsuki asks gruffly, running his hand appreciatively over your ass. You turn for a moment catching Kiri’s wicked gleam as he’s pumping his huge cock. Denki grabs your head and swings you back around.

“Focus on me (y/n), that’s my girl,” he purrs as you begin sucking again on just the tip. “I like it when you play with me like that.” You smile and wink as you open your mouth wide, hang your tongue and move your head sliding his sensitive frenulum against your rough skin, saliva pooling on the blanket. His golden eyes flutter as he watches you.

Another warm body slides under you, rough hands on both sides as someone lifts you up, settling your hot pussy against another thick cock. Your body trembles instinctively waiting, rubbing his cock against your pink folds, you hear Kiri underneath you.

“Look at these tits, girl, fuck, you have some gorgeous nipples.” His hot mouth suckling on one, you thrust again, the tip of his cock pressing harder, stretching your entrance, hands on your hips stills your thrusts.

“Not yet baby girl, I wanna make you gush on my cock before I fuck this tight pussy.” Whining softly you wrap your lips around Denki’s cock sucking hard. You hear Kiri chuckle at your complaint, he teases your nipple more, biting and twisting at the hard nub, sending more jolts of pleasure through your empty pussy. The cold touch on your ass makes you gasp. Denki holds you firm on his cock as you try to look, he shakes his head. Smiling his eyes dart up and back to you.

“Looks like Todoroki’s getting ready to plunge that tight ass of yours.” You blink as the tip of his cock starts to push against your stretched puckered hole. You clench at the touch, suddenly a sharp slap on your ass sends needling pain along your skin.

“Wha?” You mouth around Denki’s cock trying to pull back harder.

“I don’t think you’re being a good girl back there,” Denki scolds you.

“Relax (y/n), don’t fight us now” the deep timbre of Katsuki in your ear, you nod continuing to suck on Denki. The cock against your stretching hole pushes deeper, you sigh now as it slides easily home.

“There you go, fuck you are one dirty girl, aren’t you. Our sweet slut, only ours though right?”

“Aaa,” you try to answer but Denki has your head pushed against the base of his cock, holding you firm as he grinds against your face, soft golden pubic hair tickling your nose.

“Suck him hard baby,” Katsuki’s hot tongue licks your ear, biting on the edge, his warm breath joins with Eijiro sucking on your nipple. Fiery chills collide with the tingling warmth from Shoto’s cock sliding into your ass. “You gonna cum?” Katsuki bites harder, his hand on your neck he squeezes gently. “This help?” Gasping for breath you taste cum as Denki’s hips slam into your face one last time, his eyes rolling back. You swallow feeling the thick fingers around your neck. “Fuck, I feel you drinking him, you’re such a fucking good toy aren’t you? Drink it all up sweet girl.” His mouth continues down your neck as he nuzzles against your skin. “Time to cum (y/n)”

Your head bobs as you try to breath pulling off Denki’s cock you cough, desperately dragging in a lungful of air, wheezing as you struggle past Katsuki’s firm grip on your neck. Your brain starts to swirl, everything tilting. “Cum - cumming,” your pussy already clenching, your walls desperate for something inside. “Please,” you sob, “E! Please!” You try to push down on that tantalizing cock just sitting against your entrance but Shoto thrusts up into your ass, slamming deep, he grinds against your plush cheeks, squeezing them with his hands. Eijiro sucking on your nipple bites down hard. Your cry turns into a soft howl as your thighs shake so hard you can’t hold on, strength leaving every muscle as you jerk hard with the pleasure coursing through your cunt.

“There you go,” Kiri hums against your nipple, thrusting he splits your clenching pussy. Your howl turns to a choked scream, as blackness begins to descend for a moment as Katsuki crushes your neck, suspending the pleasure, keeping the high going. The big hand releases perfectly timed, air rushes back into your lungs, your scream catches power as your cry reverberates around the room. You gulp in air, tears now streaming from your eyes as Katsuki’s lips find yours in a punishing kiss cutting off your cries, his hand buried in your hair, his tongue exploring your mouth.

“You taste like Denki,” he laughs in the kiss. You can’t think as Eijiro’s huge cock is now plunging into your pussy, angling his hips he buries deep grinding into your cervix, popping white flashes blur your vision as you can feel both dicks now inside your body. The kiss becomes sloppy and needy, as your next orgasm is already charging hard through your body. Flinging an arm around the big blonde, you suck on Katsuki’s full lips.

“Cumming again so soon?” The hand in your hair clenches as he bites your lip hard. Your eyes roll back as another wave rocks your body, you pant in the kiss trying to keep consciousness.

“Fuck baby, fuck so fucking tight,” Shoto slams into your plush ass. His hips rocking forward letting his hot cum spray into your depths. “Gonna fill you up,” he clenches his teeth as his muscles spasm the warmth spreading through his body. Opening his bi-colored eyes he sees Midoriya holding the butt plug, waiting for him. He smiles at him nodding, pulling out quickly watching as Izuku plugs up your ass. “Keep our fucking cum in our toy.”

“I wanna turn our baby over, she’s losing her strength,” Katsuki breaks his kiss and pulls you off of Eijiro, your body suddenly empty as you are flipped on your back. Kiri follows and quickly pushes back into your empty cunt, pulling your legs around his waist, he slides tantalizingly slow inside you until his cock is buried to the hilt.

“All the way in baby,” he grits through clenched teeth, “fuck you are hot.” Arching your back you thrust deeper onto his cock, your body still trembling from your last orgasm. Aftershocks rush through you without regard as a new ball of tension already begins to build with every thrust of E’s big cock.

“(y/n),” you hear their voices, both hands feel cool lube as Sero and Izuku guide your fingers around their stiff erections. Moving your hands in unison you slide down to their balls pushing against their taints, twisting their balls in your fingers. Both gasp as you tug, wrapping your hand back around their shafts to pump their silken skin.

“I’m not done with you yet girl, you ready for more?” Red eyes suddenly above you glittering as Katsuki licks his lips.

“I - I’m ready.” You try to nod but Eijiro angles his hips again this time upwards against your sweet spot, you mewl as the tension grows bigger. “OH! E!”

Katsuki straddles your face, his huge cock hard and twitching, bumping up against his stomach.

“You got me so fucking turned on (y/n), I’m gonna face fuck you baby.” Your eyes cross as he plunges into your mouth. Keeping your mind on your hands is impossible. You pump harder feeling the large cocks bulging under your palms. You can’t breath, the dick in your mouth jamming into your throat. Then it hits, Eijiro slams deep inside you, hot spurts of cum filling your pussy again as you rock your head back, arching your neck, giving Katsuki full access to your throat. He growls as he slides deep, his fingers back around your throat.

“I can feel me in you,” he pants as he thrusts harder. You can’t nod, you can’t think, your pussy clenching hard as another orgasm pulses deep inside, you try to breath again but there's no air. The blackness starts on the edges of your vision, hot burning red eyes staring into yours as tears drip down your temples. Warm spurts of cum dribble down your arms as somewhere in the distance you hear Sero and Izuku grunting against their own pleasure. Your body melts into the blanket as you hear the roar of Katsuki as his face contorts, pulling out he rubs himself as streams of cum splatter your face. His smile is the last thing you see as the blackness overwhelms you.

_________

Something warm is rubbing your body, a sigh escapes your lips. Warm breath on your lips, a gentle kiss. You smile as you wake up, your skin reveling in the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt. Little tremors float up through your pussy and into your ass, blinking you finally focus. Izuku is above you, concern in his green eyes. He sighs deep to see you waking up.

“(y/n)?” He strokes your cheek now smiling. “There you are, sweet girl, scared us there.”

“Zuki,” you croak, your throat raw, you swallow coughing.

“Here,” Katsuki sits on the other side of you and lifts your body giving you pills and some water. You look questioningly at him. His red eyes soft he nods, “It’ll help with the pain, Shoto’s getting a throat spray to numb your throat too, if you want.”

Swallowing the pills and water, you grimace at the effort. Shaking your head, “okay,” you manage to squeak out.

“Don’t try to be strong baby,” Eijiro pats your thigh sitting down next to your legs, “we wanna take care of you.”

“Clean?” You push out through your raw throat.

“Yeah,” Sero blushes as he sits on the other side, “we cleaned you up, Denki washed your hair.” The golden haired man rubs your foot and smiles at you shyly.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“Here you go,” Shoto walks into the room, handing Katsuki the bottle.

“Open up baby,” obediently you open as he squirts several cooling sprays into the back of your mouth, swallowing you’re relieved to feel the blissful numbness coating your swollen throat. You nod at him.

“Better.”

“Fuck (y/n), you're amazing” Katsuki murmurs, he kisses you softly. Red heat stains your cheeks. He laughs, “now she’s blushing,” he teases you.

“So who gets to keep you?” Sero asks the question, all six sets of eyes land on you. Startled, you look at each man, all so beautiful it hurts your chest to breathe.

“Keep?” Your throat still croaks although the pain is now gone.

“Baby, we’re all fucking in love with you.” Katsuki kisses your cheek again. Izuku nods, pushing back the hair that is hanging in your face.

“I - I,” your eyes wide, “can’t choose.” You frown, tears burst from your eyes dripping down your cheeks, you cover your face.

“(y/n), shhh, baby girl,” Shoto coos at you. Katsuki grips your cheeks and kisses you again.

“How about we share?” Denki sits at the end of the bed.

“What the fuck share?” Katsuki growls.

“You fucking shared her today,” Shoto snarls back.

“Kacchan,” Izuku smiles at him.

“Fuck,” he runs his hand through his blonde spikes. “Fine, whatever (y/n) wants.” A giggle escapes your sore lips as he casts a pouting look your way. “You think this is funny?” You shake your head behind your hands trying to stop laughing. “Fine, but I’ll fucking win her over,” he glares at the other Pro-Heroes, “fucking watch me.”

“Not if I make her mine first,” Eijiro slaps at the big blonde’s shoulder.

“You can’t win against me,” Shoto’s beautiful eyes gleam, “I can tell I’m her favorite.”

“You’re all fucking nuts,” Sero grins, “she likes me.”

“Sorry boys, she’s mine.” Izuku grazes your temple softly with his lips.

“But she liked me first,” Denki sighs.

A warmth flushes through your body as you peek between your fingers at each one, your mind whirls, can you really pick just one?

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 7: Stray Kids bias wrecker - Jisung✨️

The Heat

AN: We have reached the end of my milestone celebration! Thank you to all of you, new and old, for your support. You have no idea how much it all means to me <3 Time to end this celebration off with my other other arch nemesis lol.

Synopsis: When your roommate brings home a bag of strange cookies, you two don't think much of it. Assuming whoever sold them to him was lying about them containing an aphrodisiac. You both quickly come to realise that you were very, very incorrect.

Heads up: Han Jisung x Fem! Reader, Roommates AU, dub-con elements (because Reader and Jisung are under the influence of an aphrodisiac, but they do genuinely want each other), mentions of masturbation, dirty talk, nipple play (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Reader cries a little, Jisung cums pretty quickly, mentions of multiple orgasms, unrealistic sex (Jisung cums more than once and remains hard), hypersensitivity, some usage of a petname for Reader and a barely there praise kink (f. receiving).

Word count: 3658

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

"You'll never guess what I found!" Your roommate yells, all but slamming the front door open in his excitement.

"Hello to you too, Jisung," you respond dryly but, your curiosity is piqued. Angling yourself to get a better view of the brown paper bag in his grasp from your position on the couch.

"Sorry, hi. I'm just really hyped," he responds sheepishly, plopping down beside you, "but look!"

You're not sure what you were expecting, but a bag filled with cookies certainly wasn't it. "Uh, they look good?" You offer, not really understanding what makes these cookies in particular so special. The little pink hearts on them are very cute, you'll give them that much.

"No, no listen. These aren't just any old cookies. Minho and I stumbled across this kind of weird looking bakery, and the lady who runs it said these cookies are mixed with some really potent aphrodisiacs,"

Yeah, this is not how you anticipated your Saturday to unfold at all.

"So... you bought them from an apparently really shady bakery and just trusted what that lady said?"

Your words take a few seconds to register in his mind. Big eyes blinking at you owlishly. If he hadn't just admitted to something so stupid, you'd reach over to squish his cheeks because of how endearing he looks right now.

"Well, when you put it like that..."

It takes a great deal of effort on your part not to drag your hand down your face.

"Minho should really stop enabling all of your impulsive purchases and ideas,"

"To be fair, he was the one who dragged me into the bakery. I just happened to stumble across these," he says, motioning to the bag now staring at the two of you on your coffee table.

"My point still stands. Why did you buy so many anyway? Why not just get a few if you just wanted to test them out?"

"They were running a special," he mutters.

"I didn't realise you were this naive. I have some magic beans to sell you if you're interested," you tease, grinning as the tips of his ears redden.

"Ha ha ha. Very funny. They weren't that pricey anyway so, luckily I didn't spend much," he reaches for the bag, fishing out a cookie.

"Woah hey, what're you doing?"

"Eating the cookies I bought? Like you said, I'm sure they're a scam, so I might as well eat them since I spent money on them," he responds with a shrug. Your anxiety building watching him take his first bite.

"Oh, they're pretty good, actually. Want one?" He asks, turning his big brown eyes onto you. Now, how are you supposed to say no when he looks at you with those eyes?

"If these are poisoned or something, I swear I'm going to haunt you," you respond, and your roommate takes that as a green light.

"We'll both be ghosts then. I don't think ghosts can haunt each other," he says with a laugh, the brushes of his fingers against yours feeling like electricity as he hands you a cookie.

You choose to essentially shove the cookie in your mouth to avoid dealing with that particular can of worms. Jisung was right. They are delicious. Flavours of strawberry with faint hints of chocolate caressing your taste buds. Maybe they were worth turning into a ghost for if the worst comes to pass, you think.

"See? They're good, right?"

"Yeah, I can't even lie. That's one of the best cookies I've ever had. If we survive this, you should show this oddball bakery to me,"

"Oh," and you immediately regret admitting to him that you actually liked it, "how the tables have turned. What was that you were saying earlier about reckless purchases?"

Rolling your eyes, you stand up in order to get ready for bed. Jisung's smugness more than enough motivation to finally get your ass off the couch.

"Goodnight Jisung," you say, waving him off.

"Goodnight," you don't even need to turn around to see the smirk stretched across his face. You can hear it clear as day.

Everything feels like it's on fire when you wake up the following morning.

You're absolutely drenched in sweat and your throat is beyond dry. Perhaps the oddest realisation of all is that you're wet. As in, obscenely so. Your thighs are smeared in it and you're almost certain it's leaked all the way onto your bedsheets.

What the hell?

It takes you some very long minutes to blink your bleary eyes open. Your muddled mind working a mile a minute to try and make sense of all of this. Last night hadn't been that hot so, there should be no reason why you're this sweaty. Plus, from what you can remember at the very least, you hadn't touched yourself before turning in for the night. So why in the world are you this wet? And more than that, why does it hurt so much more than usual?

'What is going on?' Is that question that echoes through your skull as you join the world of the conscious. You're due for a shower and a change of sheets, you think. You feel pretty disgusting at the moment, and a shower might just be what you need to help calm you down. An ice cold one.

On perhaps the strangest morning you've experienced to date, you don't expect to bump into a shirtless Jisung with a towel wrapped around his slim waist.

You've seen your roommate without a shirt more times than you can count at this point. However, it's never made you feel like this before.

The throbbing gets worse. So, so much worse. Warmth flooding your face when you feel yourself gush onto the fresh pair of sleeping shorts you'd just changed into. Jisung is an attractive man. A very, very attractive man. You've had no qualms with admitting that in the most private parts of your mind and on nights when images of him between your thighs are the only thoughts that can push you off of the proverbial edge.

But it's never been like this.

"Morning," he says gruffly. God, that just made it worse. If you weren't too lost in your own spiral, you'd notice his blown out pupils and the glassy quality to his eyes. How they shamelessly rake over your body. How he has to adjust his hold on his towel so you don't notice how hard he is. How hard he's been for what feels like hours now.

"Morning," you squeak back in response once your higher order functions return to you. Practically slamming the bathroom door in his face and, sagging against it once you're alone.

What is wrong with you?

Taking a shower was minimally successful. At least you're no longer drenched in various body fluids, but you still feel as though there's molten lava coursing through your veins. Everything is just so hot.

Touching yourself while you were in there didn't help either. If anything, it only added fuel to the inferno that seems hell bent on swallowing you whole from the inside out. Maybe you're just in desperate need of a good fuck. It has been longer than you care to admit since you last slept with someone. That Changbin guy was nice and ridiculously attractive. Perhaps you should give him a call.

You're disrupted from your thoughts when you hear a tentative knock at your bedroom door. Jisung. Oh no, you're not sure if you can handle looking at him right now, let alone being in the same room with him. Your mind has been replaying the encounter from this morning over and over again. Even that hadn't helped you cum in a satisfactory way. Which is insane because thinking about him works 11 times out of 10. You must really need to be fucked.

However, you're not a child. You're not going to avoid your roommate and your friend just because you're a little (okay, maybe it's more than a little) more sexually frustrated than usual. You're more mature than that.

"Come in," you say, cringing at the hoarseness in your voice.

To your relief (and mild disappointment), Jisung has a shirt on. Though, the way the tank top leaves his broad shoulders and biceps completely uncovered isn't helping the to soothe the squirming of your insides.

Jisung looks exactly how you feel: like a total wreck. His hair is in dissary and sticking to his damp forehead and his cheeks are flushed with an appealing dust of pink. You wonder if this is what he'd look like underneath you.

"What's up?" You croak, looking at your bedroom door as though it's the most interesting object you've ever seen. He may have a shirt on, but you're not sure you can handle looking at him for too long right now. For both of your sakes.

"Does it feel hot as fuck for you today too? I don't know what's been going on, but I already took two showers today, and I still feel like I might pass out from heat stroke," he says, making himself comfortable on your bed. While not out of the oddinary, having him so close to you is sending your barely coherent mind into panic. The desire to straddle his incredibly welcoming looking lap clawing at your insides.

"Yeah, it does feel a lot hotter than usual today. Maybe there's a ventilation issue or something in our place? Because I checked the weather and it the temperature for the day is on the cooler side, funnily enough," you respond, wiping some excess sweat off of your forehead. So, you're not the only one who seems to feel...off, weird even today. Whatever is happening appears to be affecting Jisung too.

"Really? That's so weird. I thought maybe there was a heat wave or something. I don't know how much more of this I can take," he sighs, throwing himself down. The bottom of his tank top exposing a sliver of his toned abdomen. Fuck.

Before your mind can assault you with fantasies of covering his abs in your wetness, that's when it hits you. Those damn cookies. They have to be the reason you're like this and that you suspect Jisung is experiencing something very similar.

"Jisung, I think I know why we're feeling so hot right now," you rush out, fingers absentmindedly toying with your blanket.

"Really? Well, I'm all ears," he responds, turning to give you all of his attention.

Fuck, how did you not realise it sooner? Jisung's eyes are almost black with how dilated his pupils are. Desire flashing like a neon sign on his face.

You really can't afford to soak through another pair of shorts right now. Focus.

"I think the cookies - I think the cookies weren't a scam," you mutter, hugging your legs to your chest. Your face is so warm that you're surprised the heat from it isn't radiating off of you.

He just keeps looking at you. You know the moment your words sink in because his face quickly shifts from a pretty, pink flush to an almost scarlet red. His mouth opening and closing as he grapples with what to even say to you.

"What? What makes you think that?" It's his turn to squeak and avoid your gaze. Seemingly fascinated with your ceiling.

"What else could it be? We both had them yesterday, and now we're sweating buckets and -" You cut yourself off. Jisung doesn't need to know you've been wet all day. You should probably keep that part to yourself.

However, the universe is determined to make you suffer, "And what?" He asks, meeting your eyes briefly before turning away. His teeth toying with his bottom lip.

"It-It's fine. Don't worry about it, but, um just trust me. I really think those cookies are the reason we're like this," You stutter out, studiously ignoring the lecherous thoughts creeping back into your mind.

Jisung doesn't say anything at first. Just laying there before sitting up once more, his hand ruffling his hair, "I wasn't kidding when I said I don't know much of this I can take. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

That you can relate to. Intimately.

"The solution is pretty obvious," you joke in an attempt to lighten the thick tension in the air. It almost makes it difficult to even breathe properly.

Your words have the opposite effect, however. Startled, fiery brown eyes meeting your own. Jisung looks like he's seriously considering it, and you're not sure whether your stomach knots itself in hope or anxiety.

"Jisung, I was-"

"Do you want to?"

Now it's your turn to stare at him in stunned silence. Probably looking like an absolute buffoon gaping at him. Is he joking? Is this his way of getting back at you?

"Wha-What?" Comes your brilliant response.

"Do you want to?" He repeats, both looking and sounding deathly serious.

"You don't have to do this, you know. If you don't want to. We can j-"

"I want to," he interrupts again, his cheeks darkening, but he doesn't falter in his words.

Your very hot, very kind, very funny roommate is offering himself on a silver platter. Even if you weren't so wet you could die, you'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," you whisper, meeting his eyes head on. Your heart thundering against your chest as you watch him shift closer to you. Barely any space left between the two of you. You're not sure who moves first, and it ultimately doesn't matter because after months of fantasising about it, Jisung's mouth is finally on yours.

Maybe it's the cookies, but your first kiss isn't gentle or slow or sweet. It's fierce and messy and desperate from the very beginning. Your hands not sure where they want to settle themselves. Alternating between pulling on his hair, pulling the most delicious whimpers from him or steadying yourself on his muscular shoulders while you two fall deeper into each other.

The gasp that leaves your mouth when Jisung nestles himself between your thighs is loud and throaty. He's hard. So hard and so hot that you can feel the heat radiating from him even through your respective clothing. Jisung wastes no time in covering your throat and jaw in sloppy, uncoordinated kisses while he shallowly grinds his erection against you. Greedily searching for any semblance of relief he can possibly find.

"Ji-Jisung," you moan, arching into his touch when one of his hands gives your breast an experimental squeeze. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he groans against your neck between licks and nips, thumbing at your already hard nipple through your shirt.

"Re-Really?" You manage to ask through the fog. "Really," he responds, impatiently shoving your shirt up and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. To say you were unprepared for the sensation of being enveloped in his wet, warm mouth would be putting it lightly. You're so much more sensitive than usual. It might be the cookies, or it might just be Jisung. Probably a dangerous mixture of the two.

You've never cum just from having your breasts played with but, there's a first time for everything if the increasing wetness staining your shorts and inner thighs is any indication. Jisung, for his part, is content to spend hours with your tits in his face and in his mouth. Licking, sucking and fondling to his heart's content while he desperately humps your thigh. The dream, really.

He's about to whine when you tug him off of you, but he's shut up by your tongue being shoved down his throat. Your hands frantically pushing his tank top up and off of him until his bare torso is free for you to explore. Smiling into him when he whimpers at the way your nails rake across his skin. A pitchy 'fuck' greeting your ears when you accidentally brush one of his nipples. Oh. Interesting.

Kissing and touching him is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, Jisung is fantastic with his mouth, and his firm chest is incredibly fun to explore. Figuring out which places garner you groans or whimpers or whines. Which ones make him grind into harder. Which leads to the other hand. You're so soaked and painfully empty, and kissing him isn't helping to soothe any of those flames.

"Jisung," you mutter against his mouth, your hands ghosting over the waistband of his sweats. Delighting in the way he shudders above you and his abdominal muscles jump under your barely there touches.

"Ye-Yeah?"

"I want you to fuck me, please," you whine into his ear, lightly biting down on his lobe, "it hurts."

Jisung exhales a very long sigh against your throat, "You're going to kill me."

A breathless laugh bubbles out of you when he pulls away to shove his sweats down. Any trace of humour vanishes quickly when his cock smacks against his toned stomach. He's so hard that it looks painful, flushed an angry shade of red, and glistening with pre-cum. You can't help but stare. Your walls clamping down harshly around nothing.

"I thought you wanted to get fucked?" He asks with an arrogant grin on his stupidly handsome face.

"Shut up," you respond, lifting your hips and letting your shorts join the heap of clothing on your bedroom floor. It's your turn to feel a little smug when Jisung's eyes zero in on your pussy. You don't think you've ever been this wet in your entire life, and you're too far gone to have any semblance of self-consciousness or embarrassment.

Jisung returns to his position between your thighs before you can fire out any quips, his cock nudging your entrance causing your head to spin and a soft moan to slip from you. "Stop teasing," you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and clinging to his broad back.

"So-Sorry," is all the warning you receive before he very gradually starts sinking into you. god, it's never felt like this. Ever. With anyone else. Tears accumulate in your eyes, and a few roll down your face with every inch he pushes into you.

"Are you okay?" He asks lowly, kissing your cheek repeatedly and halting his movements.

"Yeah. Yes, Ji, I'm fine. Please don't stop," you practically moan, clawing into his back when he mumbles a curse and continues.

You can barely think, let alone breathe when he's fully sheathed inside of you. His cock pulsing inside of you violently and Jisung quivering above you, hushed moans of your name and whimpers being pressed into your shoulder. A whine hitting your ears when you squirm a little and tighten your hold around his waist.

"Wait, fuck. Wait, don't move," he moans, his hands grounding himself with his hold on your pillowy thighs. You struggle to comprehend his words. Everything is so muddled and overwhelming, and he just feels so fucking good, and he hasn't even moved yet.

At first, you assume Jisung's increase in sounds of pleasure and throbbing inside of you is just because he's as overwhelmed as you are. Every single nerve feeling like it's engulfed in flames. However, when his strained apologies register, you realise he came. Hot spurts of his cum flooding your eager pussy and open-mouthed kisses being pressed into your shoulder between apologies.

"Ji-Jisung,"

"I'm fuck I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. It just happened. Fuck you must think I'm so pathetic-"

"Jisung, stop. It-It's okay. That was really hot actually," you mutter, and you mean it. If anything, you're flattered that you managed to make him cum so fast.

"What? Really?" He asks, blinking down at him. His pretty eyes beyond fucked out and sweat dotting his face. God, he's so pretty. Your pussy clenching involuntarily.

"Yea- Wait, are you still hard?" You ask, only realising now that he's still nestled deeply inside of you despite the cum that's gradually starting to dribble out of you.

He looks as shocked as you. Seemingly not realising that his own cock hadn't softened in the slightest. "Holy shit," he breathes, thrusting into you experimentally, drawing a whimper and your nails biting into his back in reaction.

"Remind me to go back to that bakery," he utters into your throat. Giving you little time to adjust before picking up his pace considerably. Between your wetness and his cum, he fucks into you easily. Your combined noises of pleasure echoing throughout your bedroom while you two lose yourselves in one another.

You've been teetering on the edge for what feels like ages. All it takes is for Jisung to find your sweet spot for your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your back to arch into him. Your lovely, lovely roommate fucking you through it all and exploiting your newly discovered weakness.

"That's it, baby," he groans into your ear, his hands holding you firmly in place and making you take each and every thrust he gives you, "You're taking me so well. You're doing so good."

Those words are going to be replaying in your mind for the rest of your life.

Your mind is utterly blank as the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced wreaks your body. Your thighs shaking violently, and your hands holding onto Jisung for dear life while you tighten around him. Fuck. Fuck. You're so full, and it's so much, but not enough at the same time.

"More, please. Jisung, please. I want more," you cry out, not caring in the slightest about the pathetic, desperate edge to your voice. All you're capable of thinking about is cumming on his cock over and over again and, him filling you with his cum until it's still leaking out of you days later.

"I've got you, baby," he whispers, the pet name he's grown a fondness for causing butterflies to arise in your stomach.

"We're far from being finished."

#han jisung smut #jisung smut #stray kids smut #han smut #1k followers celebration day 7 #1k followers celebration #1k followers milestone

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emerxshiu · 17 days

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tw: slight body horror, not much but it still is kinda there (also forgotten land spoilers)

Gemini Reunion

rlly long ramble next cuz i love talking why i did this and that and every detail unfortunately---

WAAAAAAAAHH this is definitly going into my top 3 favourite drawings i made, i didnt think it would end up like this!

i originally had a very simple idea, and well, i can never help myself with overdoing it can i? bad thing is i finished it around 5 am aka i barely slept, but i dont mind it at all, i just have been stupidly motivated to draw like i cant just put my tablet or pencil down for too long. fun fact: this was inspired by a fanart for something unrelated, but it reminded me of fecto and elfilin, and it ended up looking nothing like the inspiration lol

also if you've seen my other posts, yeah, that orb up there is indeed reused from another of my drawings, albeit edited to fit more here, the wings were just sketched as a silly thing, i wasnt planning to keep em but i really liked them. and those dots and lines at the very bottom are morse code indeed.

the two like, things that are between orb and fecto forgo are inspired by the weird like tentacles it uses to absorb the beastpack and elfilin, and also from antares, elfili's spear/cadaceus.

i really need to learn how to actually draw feet, ok i know that the only there is elfilin's with the sock but i actually drew the other one before i decided to make it melt into forgo, talking about melting, i only was going to do around the face, more specifically that chunk you see between its right arm and elfilin's hair was the only one i was really going to have, but then, i made it so the other side of forgo's face is also merging a bit with the hair, and then have one of the fingers of the other hand melt into the neck, and then the end of the tail and then parts of elfilin's legs.

elfilin is doing sign lenguage, it means help, poor guy.

also i really like changing elfilin's hair a bit to show how he feels, like, for example, i sketched him full so the little ahoge he has was also there, but like more stiff to show his fear, but had to erase it due to forgo, i also like doing this with the braid he has, if its like how i tend to draw it, then he a-ok! but here its very much almost undone to show his discomfort, and if its literally not even resembling a braid anymore, just like fully loose, either he was sleeping and the braid was anoying (i cant undestand people who sleep with their hair tied up, its way too uncomfortable), or he's like, really really like not there, like, um bad. i also made his tail a bit sharper and messy than usual.

that light orang-y thing sprouting from elfilin's forehead is based on the horns that fecto elfilis has, fecto forgo also has one here on the opposite side, but that one is more inpired from the horn coming out of leongar's head in the fecto forgo bossfight (yknow the chimera with like amalgamation and stuff)

also, forgo's tail is usually like, folded just like game but sometimes i like to like, extend it? (dunno how to explain) to have more expression and also for it to take more space cuz if its was like normal, it would only really have the upper part and a bit more visible since most of it is behind elfilin. also its not very visible but elfilin has the veins forgo has two in his chipped ear.

i was also going to use the blue eye scheme from when it fist opens its eyes for forgo but decided to go with the ones it has in isolated isles when morpho appears, mostly because they resemble the eyes of the beast pack when it absorbs them, and this drawing is very much inspired by those two cutscenes (Sudden metamorphosis and Gemini reunion ^▾^) i honestly dont know wich one to use for all forgo drawings ill make next, since in that cutscene it looks blue, but its body also looks blue, but its actually pink as indicated by the figurine and cutscenes in isolated isles and the chimera form, and also if you go out of bounds, lab discovera just has an effect that makes it all more blueish, so i dont know if the yes were actually like that or just the effect. i might alternate between them since i still like the blue option, it matches with elfilin.

also talking about forgo, i think it came out particularly very cute here, wich might add to the somethings off feeling, i mean it depends on who you ask.

the part at the bottom with like green and blue is based on the eternal capsule, it doesnt have bubbles in game, but it was to make it more obvious, and also because it looked nice to me.

you can probably decipher what it says at the sides without having to say it, i think its very much engraved into every kirby fan at this point, or at least, fecto elfilis/forgo/elfilin fans

i also made a version with the text in red cuz i couldnt decide, but now i like more the whiter version

i even made a version in yellow, but i stopped liking that one before i even saved it.

also elfilin still has the id-f87 in his neck, its just hard to see, forgo too has the 86 but you cant really see its neck, because i didnt draw it lol

fun fact 2:

i saved it up to 7 times in different files cuz i DID NOT WANT MY PC TO GO KABOOM. im still a bit scared to have lots of layers in a big canvas since the anniversary drawing for forgotten land, it did not explode but it went extremely slow, here at least the canvas was much much smaller, and the reason was mostly in case i need to delete something to not have as many layers or in case i wanna go back, i like to have backups of my drawings, aka a version with all layers that i can edit (.mdp, the file for firealpaca, for example for sai 2 it was .sai2, ah im remembering my sai days now) and a png file to post and also if i wanna look at my drawings.

if you are wondering why its called devilstrain [number] its because i was listening to that song while drawing and didnt know what to name it, in fact im actually listening to it rn as i write this, i really like it

i have some drawings started, mostly a chaos elfilis one, i think i already mentioned in a past post, i think im gonna stop that list i mentioned too since im feeling really motivated, maybe next time i feel bad about my drawings i can continue it, ah my eyes are hurting since yesterday wah

thank you if you decided to read my very unnecessary and annoying long ramblings, and also thanks if you didnt and just looked at the drawings, its undertandable (mucho texto i know)

Jambuhbye!

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beautifulfuckup99 · 10 months

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May I get a Halsey x fem reader please, you can do smut or fluff whichever one you like!!

-<3

Ya'll have been too h0rny this entire weekend with your requests, lol. I'm doin fluff!

Title: Peace...

Warning(s): Angst, but also a ton of fluff (I promise!)

Author's Note: Because I am such a little wh0re for "Family!AU", that's what this is. So, yes, baby Ender is around, but he is the son of Y/N and Ashley (Halsey). And this is also "Famous!Halsey AU" as well. I will be referring to her as 'Ashley' in the story cause that IS her name after all, lol. Hope you enjoy!

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With a soft gasp, Ashley found herself awake.

It was always a sudden jolt of consciousness. Like she was being hit on the head by real life. As a child, she found the violent pull back to reality somewhat miserable and even cruel. How dare the real world take her from the comfort of her own head. Well, that wasn't phrased right either. Because her mind wasn't always her friend.

Let's correct that.

How dare the real world take her away from the bliss of being knocked out.

That's better.

With a soft hum and a few quick blinks that wave goodbye to the remainder of sleep on her mind, Ashley is now focused. On what exactly? Well.

She's focused on the soft breathing of her wife as she lays peacefully next to her. Such a soft puff of air, in and out, only being visible via the movement of her chest. Ashley finds herself trying to match the breathing perfectly. She always fails, but it's a great way to start her morning.

She's focused on the way Y/N's eyebrows knot together as if so focused on the task at hand: Sleeping. But that was Y/N. Ever so centered on any task given to her. Even sleeping, she was set on completing it right. Such a perfectionist she was...

She's focused on Y/N's lips that are ever so slightly open, some hair strands touching the pink lips of her lover as if protecting them, covering them. Teasing Ashley with the fact that she couldn't get to them. Not yet anyways. Those lips. She was grateful for those lips. They touched her dirty mouth every moment of everyday and made her words sweeter by contact. They touched her skin every night and made it glow brighter than the moonlight that would spill into their bedroom through the sheer curtains.

She's focused on the bare skin of her wife. The softness of it all and reminiscing on the feeling of it against her. A hand slowly reaches up, just needing a single touch of that skin. The skin that blessed Ashley every day when Y/N hugged or held her.

Ashley trails her fingertips along the shoulder of her lover and a hum softly escapes from Y/N's throat. Ashley smiles without even meaning to. It just happens. It always happens. With the most natural ease imaginable, Y/N will always bring that smile on to her lips.

Sometimes Ashley imagined her younger self watching her now. Moments where she'd garden with Y/N and Ender, or days where they'd try baking a new recipe Y/N just had to try out. She imagined the shock her younger self would feel. How it'd be clear on her face that she never thought she'd get this old. That she'd feel this loved.

Her parents loved her. Her brother loved her. Yeah, they did, but they were family. Y/N saw her in a completely different light, yet... She loved her like she was worthy of that emotion. Ashley's mind wonders from her younger self to herself before Y/N. How angry she was. How tired she was of constantly being proven wrong by life the second she claimed to have her shit together. She wonders if it was a sign this entire time. Cause she didn't get her shit together till she met Y/N.

Her train of thought is halted by a fussing coming from over the baby monitor. In that moment, the calmness to her chest is replaced with a jolt of pure excitement. Y/N and Ender had to be polar opposites in that way. One calming her and giving her a moment to reflect the lover she's turned into. And the other giving her a burst of excitement and pride, making her reflect on the woman she's grown into.

With a soft giggle, Ashley is up from bed and rushing to the room right across from theirs. "Hey, big man..." She whispers as she picks up Ender, nuzzling her face into his chest, smelling the freshness of his onesie as his small hands grip her hair. "Let's go wake up mommy, huh?" She teases quietly.

Maybe it was a little selfish to want her wife and child awake already, but she wasn't sleeping, so why should she stay up in bed waiting. She felt like a child does on Christmas morning. So ready to enjoy her gifts for the day.

"Mama!" Ender laughs, just as excited at the idea, and Ashley carries him across the hallway. She chuckles as she sees Y/N now hiding under the bed covers.

She playfully gasps. "Where did she go?! Mommy was just here!" She jokes and walks over to the bed. Y/N chuckles softly from under the covers.

"Where's mommy?" Ashley asks Ender and he giggles and points to the bed. "You think?" She teases and sets her son down on the bed. She watches in amusement as two hands sneak out of the covers and grabs Ender by his feet and sneakily pulls him under the covers too.

"Hey! Hands off the kid!" She laughs and gets on the bed to pull Ender away as he laughs. Y/N finally pops her head out from under the covers.

"You're no fun." Y/N taunts and Ashley snorts.

"You're fault. Should've never domesticated me..." She mutters and Y/N laughs sheepishly before leaning in to peck her wife softly on the lips.

"Best decision ever." Y/N teases quietly against her lips and Ashley feels a blush coming on to her face before she turns her attention back to their son who is happily chewing on his fingers between them.

"What's the plan for today?" Y/N asks as she plays with Ender's feet while he smiles wide while kicking them. Ashley watches the scene in front of her with soft eyes.

"What?" Y/N chuckles, noticing her wife finally. Ashley hums gently and shrugs it off.

"Nothing. Just... Real peaceful this morning is all." She whispers and Y/N smiles up at her and nods.

"I know what you mean..." She whispers before softly kissing her wife again.

#halsey #halsey icons #halsey imagines #wlw love #wlw post #sapphic #halsey wlw

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wh0lemilk0vich · 1 year

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Ooh ooh more of plumping up king egg!

🌊

I really do have to finish that idea I have, I don't know why it's so hard for me to finish stuff lol.

Anyway, here's something I think about a bunch, it kind of gets away from me at the end but I hope you like it, 🌊anon

CW: canon typical Targaryen sexual practices. Degradation kink. Canon alcohol use.

I still really like the idea of Alicent forcing Aegon to wear a corset to hide how he's been gaining weight. Commissions a court tailor to make them in secret.

Aegon absolutely useless and petulant about getting it on because he complains about how uncomfortable it is, how he feels like a forgotten vessel of dough left to rise until it's burst.

Usually little meek servants get him up, washed and dressed, but one day Alicent tells her second born to get his elder brother out of bed and decent for court and Aemond is more than happy to oblige.

He bursts into the room to see Aegon still passed out despite it nearly being noon, sleeping soundly twisted in the sheets, completely naked, ass bare and rounded in the open air like twin mounds of pudding.

The weight settled upon his brother making him shapely, bottom heavy, curvy and soft in a way that, faced away from him, Aemond could be forgiven for wanting eagerly to bed the plump, womanly figure in front of him. Indeed, the sight was enough to have the Dragonrider stirring in his small clothes.

Taking swift, long strides to Aegon's bed, he grabs and tears the white top linen away to revealing his brother's plush, pink shame. He gives a swift cracking smack to his fat, wobbling arse, earning him a pitiful, almost aroused yelp in return. With a grin, he grabs a fistful of the man's mussed, wavy platinum hair, pulling him up onto his hands and knees, presenting much like a bitch to be mounted.

"Maiden's cunt! How do you end up visibly fatter every time I see you, brother?" Aemond asks cruelly, appraising his sleep and wine addled brother like a feeding hog. With one of his large splayed hands, he hefts and wobbles the blubbery pot of Aegon's gut, testing its weight, feeling the man reflexively trying to suck in. His younger brother scoffs incredulously, giving him a none-too-soft pat to the diaphragm, forcing him to relax those buried muscles and letting the fat round out below him.

"You beast! Unhand me!" Aegon weakly protests, face screwed up as he flaps a dough-soft arm to a side table to scrabble for his goblet.

Almond's patience starts to wear thin.

"For fuck's sake. Allow me," he says as he fills his brother's goblet and pulls him up by the hair to his knees. "It would be a shame if you appeared sober at court for once. Can't have that," he said forcing the overfull cup of Dornish strongwine down his gullet.

Aegon splutters at first before overtaking his brother's pace on his own, throat bobbing as he gulped it down greedily, red rivulets dripping from the corners of his mouth, onto his perky tits and between his cleavage. He pants, grinning dopily, as the chalice was pulled away from his lips, clearly satisfied. His pink tongue poked out licking away the final drops from his ruddy stained lips.

Aemond takes his brother in again. He looks absolutely debauched, eyes glassy, hair a mess, chest heaving, and there, nestled between plush thighs in a soft mound of fat, below his quivering belly, Aegon's unimpressive, fat little cock stood to attention. It twitches when Aemond, roughly handles one of his breasts, tweaking and teasing the nipple. "If these teats grow any larger, I suspect I should be able to sheath my sword between them. Do you suppose that if I suckled hard enough, you might produce milk?"

Aemond can see the effect he's having on his brother, the prince. A miserable, pitiful, ungrateful excuse for a future Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, aroused, panting, gagging to be used, hungry for more abuse. Suddenly annoyed, the younger brother roughly lets go of Aegon's hair, allowing him to crumple back onto the mattress with a whine. He rifles through his brother's wardrobe, certain there was no way half of the items would fit the man they were meant to, before coming upon the piece he was searching for.

"Come now. Enough of your indolence, Mother demands I cinch you into this ridiculous garment and make you presentable for court." This earns him a groan in response.

It takes some manhandling but eventually Aegon ends up in the loosened corset and sitting heavily in Aemond's lap. The latter is of two minds, embarrassed of and for his brother, and yet his own impressive manhood strains against his trousers wanting desperately to be buried between those full, jiggly cheeks.

With a deft movement, Aemond flips their positions, pinning Aegon over the edge of the bed, in such a position that, if he just took a moment to tug down his trousers, he could bury his aching hardness to the hilt in his brother's greedy cunt.

He takes hold of the corset laces and tugs hard, hearing Aegon gasp in pain. The sound eggs Aemond to continue, cinching row after row of laces, tighter and tighter, until Aegon was a whimpering groaning mess below him. He leaned down to whisper in the man's ear, pinning him underneath him, and teasingly rolling his hips to grind his clothed cock against his brother.

"If you want me to fuck you like the fat little whore you are. You're going to do everything in your power to burst these stays and put an end to this farce once and for all. The court and small folk deserve to see what pig their princeling has eaten himself into. And I'll make sure you never forget it, and love every second of it."

#chubby hotd drabble #chubby aegon ii #aegon x aemond #🌊 anon

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lunam-flore · 3 years

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[ID:

Eleven eevees, all with the same resting/curled up pose and lineart save for changes to diversify their fur textures and color palettes. The image begins with Ultra Moon's dex entry for eevee: Its genes are easily influenced by its surroundings. Even its face starts to look like that of its Trainer. All following eevees, regardless of their pelt color, are depicted with a light colored mane and tail tip. Eevee 1, Standard Coloration and Fur: Wild eevee. If we end up under the care of another wild pokemon, we may take on features that resemble them instead! We've disappointed a lot of trainers who thought they'd found a pokefusion :( Eevee 2: Silky straight black fur and blue eyes. "My trainer has Type 1 black hair and blue eyes." Eevee 3: Wavy blonde fur and one visible blue eye. "My trainer has Type 2 blonde hair and heterochromia." It is implied that the closed eye is of a different color. Eevee 4: Curly dark brown fur and green eyes. "My trainer has Type 3 brown hair and green eyes." Eevee 5: Dark red with tight curls and brown eyes. "My trainer has Type 4 ginger hair and dark brown eyes." Eevee 6: Wavy dirty blonde fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is blue. Eevee 7: Curly brown fur that pales at their spine and their forehead, as well as one of their ears. Lighter spots of pigment can be found on the inside of their ear and on their nose. Their eye is green. It is stated that both Eevee 6 and Eevee 7's trainers have vitiligo. Eevees 8 and 9: Both eevees have red eyes, pink noses, and pale white fur. Eevee 8 has straight fur while Eevee 9 has tight curls. Text states "Both of our trainers are albino. But we're not natural albinos, ourselves. Eevees like us do not become true albinos, but take on pigments that mimic our trainers' appearances, although true albino eevees do exist." Eevee 10: Wavy curls, gradient blend of green and purple, brown eyes and dark brown nose. "My trainer dyes their hair every week and my fur can barely keep up." Eevee 11: Curly sparkly silver fur, purple eyes, dark gray nose. "Shiny eevees will take on the hair texture of their trainer, but eye and fur colors are completely unpredictable. They can be wildly different from their trainer, or their own colors just might not change at all."

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(thoughts/other stuff below)

OKAY so for those of you who have been with me for a while: yes. Yes, this is absolutely meant as a revamp/revisit/spiritual successor to the first time I tried to explore my headcanons surrounding the Ultra Moon dex entry.

I tried to cover a wide general range this time. Yes I am well aware that each hair type has an A - C range, but I simplified things to keep us from being stuck here all day and to save my wrist some extra strain. I hope that's not a problem.

I've been wanting to redo this idea for a while. Mostly because I know a lot more about proper terminology now than I did when I first made that other doodle. It's kinda embarrassing that as a black woman, I didn't already know these proper terms and I don't like that the previous take could have made other POC uncomfortable. Hopefully this one will be a lot more acceptable.

Secondly however, I've been wanting to do this because people are still giving the old one a lot of love and reblogs, and tbh I'd rather that it stop getting so much attention. When I first uploaded it onto Tumblr it actually got some confrontational backlash and while I was able to talk things out with the people in question, I still feel a twinge of anxiety to this day every time I see this stupid thing pop up in my notifs. Please, feel free to ignore it now this one is SO MUCH BETTER LOL

Anyway, I'm considering making these linearts a buyable PSD bundle so if you're interested in that, do let me know. People seemed to be really interested in that the first time around so, figured I should put the idea out there.

#pokemonart #pokemon art #pokemon fanart #pokemon eevee #pkmn eevee #eeveeart #eevee art #eevee #eeveeoc #shiny eevee #pokemon dex #dex entry #my art #pokemon headcanons #pokemon variants #pokemon variations

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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exclamation mark, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Oh, Jeon Jungkook knew you all right. He even knew your body. All of your tattoos were done by him. But you haven’t asked for one in a while. He hasn’t seen you since he became single. All it takes is a request for an Instagram picture, his realization that you knew all along, and the removal of your pencil skirt.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is a pining mess, lol; intense smut (fem reader, mild breath play, dry humping, m-masturbation/receiving oral, facial, cum-eating/feeding, penetrative sex against a desk); non-idol!AU; (slightly) jealous, tattoo artist, dom!Jungkook x tattooed, sub!reader; shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV

happy new year!! i slept in this morning XD yes it’s 2021 Seasons Greetings JK and I changed his shirt to white, because, well, it’s coming off anyway lol

The bell at the door dinged.

He groaned inwardly, eyes flickering to the clock. On the dot, the exact minute he was supposed to lock up. Annoyed, he emerged from the back room, already mid-sentence.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day–oh!"

His voice abruptly died in his throat.

You were panting a bit, clutching your sleek black briefcase. Sheer stockings, slim black pointed high heels. Your hair was half-pinned with a velvet gray bow that was the same shade as your gray pencil skirt. It was obvious the skirt was expensive, evident by the princess seams and the thick, crisp fabric. On top, you wore a white silk blouse, complete with white gold collar pins in the shape of flowers.

Lotus.

"Sorry, work ran late. Shall I leave?"

Please, for fuck's sake, no!

He laughed, smiling as he took a few steps towards you. The nerves shot through him like wildfire at your appearance.

"Ah, I suppose I'll make an exception for my favorite client."

You chuckled, tucking your hair behind your left ear. The semicolon tattoo was barely visible from this angle. The first one he had done, all those years ago. He was still learning at the time, but you had trusted him with your first tattoo. Him, a complete stranger. It had been nerve-wracking during the process and a complete shock when he looked up the meaning of said tattoo after. The idea that someone would let an inexperienced trainee imprint such an important symbol on their body stunned him. It reminded him that as fun as tattoos were, they could also hold grave importance as well. He would always remember you and be thankful for that lesson, even if you had never come back after that.

But you did come back.

And, fuck, every time you did, he became more and more of a mess.

You raised an eyebrow, dark pink lips curving into a small smirk. "Everyone who pays is your favorite client, Jeon Jungkook."

Every time you said his name, it felt like he was dying. Was that dramatic? Definitely. It got worse the more tattoos you got. The last one...!

Fuck.

The last one might have sealed his fate.

"How are you?" you inquired.

Your eyes sparkled with familiarity. He felt his throat seize up when you looked at him. He smiled back, a cheeky grin that didn't reflect how he was actually feeling.

I'm dying with how pretty you are, that's how I am!

"I'm great," Jungkook chirped, walking around you. He had to look away. There was only so much his heart could take before it exploded.

"How the shop?" you added, hint of a smile on your lips.

"Shop is doing well. That's why I'm setting up an Instagram for it." He locked the door. Then he spun around, afraid you would suddenly get the wrong idea. "A-ah, I just don't want any more customers coming in!" he stuttered hurriedly.

You nodded in understanding. "You're tired, huh?"

"... Y-yeah..."

You gave him another small smile and looked into the empty tattoo shop. The stations were packed up after the other artists left for the day. Since Jungkook was the owner now, he was here all day. The hardwood floors were clean, his last step before he went back home.

"I didn't think you would drop by today," he said softly.

You turned back to him, looking slightly out of place in your pristine office wear amongst the colorful graphics of the tattoo shop.

Looking prefect.

"I received your message, so I figured sooner is better than later." You tilted your head. "Besides, you need a photo of my lotus tattoo, right?"

I need a photo of all of you. Fuck. Multiple ones. In every position!

"For the Instagram, yes?"

Jungkook swore his giant smile was becoming a permanent fixture of his face because he literally did not know what to do with his expression anymore. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble."

You chuckled. "Well, I knew you would want to take it since you're quite picky with composition." You rubbed the back of your head, running your fingers through your hair. His heartbeat thundered in his ears. "And it's on my right arm. My left hand isn't great at taking pictures with my phone."

He made himself wince a little. He was far too close to laughing at your mild joke and he didn't want to look crazy even if he was crazy... about you.

"Ah, yeah, let me get my camera. Come to the back room!" He strode past you, waving his right arm with a sweeping motion. "I set up a white backdrop for this."

The last time you were here, Jeon Jungkook had been tattooing your crotch.

His eyebrows had risen halfway up his forehead when you had described what you wanted. His black hair was shorter then, but he still had to tie it into a tiny ponytail to keep it away from his face when he worked.

"Let me get this straight," he had said, jumpy edge to his normally cool and collected voice. "You want me to tattoo 'GOOD LUCK' on your inner thigh?"

"Specifically," you had said, yanking down your black sweatpants to reveal your seamless, black, French-cut panties, pointing to the space between your right leg and crotch. "Here." Right next to your pussy.

Jungkook had nearly fallen over, eyeballs bulging at the sudden removal of your pants. You had cocked your head. Surely, he had tattooed a lot of ass and upper thigh in his time. He was talented and popular, especially among the younger crowd. Girls loved coming here just to stare at him. He was personable, attractive, and charming. Very different from the nervous guy who gave you your first tattoo.

He had grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants, yanking them back up.

"D-don't do that on the floor!" he hissed under his breath, looking around the shop. The buzz of working artists and tattoo machines masked your conversation.

You raised your eyebrows. "There's a girl with her bra off getting her tits tattooed right now."

Jungkook sucked in a breath. He made a strange face.

"Is there something wrong with it?" you asked. "I can go to someone else."

"No!"

You blinked at him.

He coughed, realizing that he had risen his voice. "I mean, it's fine," Jungkook replied stiffly. "I'll do it. I was surprised you would want something like that, that's all."

"Why?"

Jungkook frowned, motioning you to the back room. "I don't know, because you seem like a good girl?"

You chuckled. "Yes, because good girls get the symbol of the Sith Order tattooed to them as well."

Jungkook grinned.

"Let me sketch it and we'll go from there."

You knew Jungkook was attracted to you on some level. His eyes lingered on you a little too long, he hesitated a single beat before responding, and he was skittish when you got too close. If he thought he was subtle, he was dead wrong.

Your suspicions were confirmed on that faithful day that he repeatedly stabbed you in the space between your right leg and crotch with the sharp needle, scarring your skin and writing the letters 'GOOD LUCK' in the font you'd chosen.

The entire time, his impressive erection was fighting valiantly versus his blue jeans, begging to be freed.

The pain was a little intense, but you hadn't made a sound. You had sat there, legs wide open, keeping your position, not wanting to mess him up. He was close, trying not to breathe on you even though you could tell he wanted to. At the time, you were soaking wet. Jungkook could definitely smell it with how close he was.

You were a little bit of a masochist, after all.

He was very, very careful when he wrapped you up. He completely avoided touching you sexually. One quick flick of your eyes and you realized Jungkook had shoved his erection down his right pant leg to stifle it the best he could. The shape was clearly visible through his tight, light wash jeans.

He pretended nothing was happening the entire time.

For good reason.

Now, you followed him to the back room, his space and half-office for his own bookkeeping. A large roll of white paper was hanging on the wall, complete with a few studio lights.

"How's your girlfriend?" you asked nonchalantly.

Jungkook paused for a moment. "She's... not my girlfriend anymore," he said, looking sheepish. "We sort of drifted apart and didn't really sync up. Broke up four months ago."

"Ah, that's too bad," you lamented. "She was quite cute."

Jungkook was staring at you. He didn't reply, watching you with his large brown eyes. His black hair was long enough to cover his high cheekbones, pulled back into a longer ponytail now. He was wearing a pale blue denim jacket, white t-shirt, light wash jeans. Tight ones that molded to his muscular thighs. You were still holding your briefcase.

"Oh, yes, let me put this down." You placed it on his desk and unbuttoned the pearl holding your right sleeve together. "Where shall I stand?"

He jumped, pointing to the white paper wall. "Uh, here. I'll turn on the lights."

You rolled up the sleeve of your silk blouse. The slippery fabric kept falling. The lights blared, illuminating you with a bright halo. You lifted your head to see Jungkook holding up his DSLR, the strap covered in colorful pins. He came up to you and adjusted your arm. After he was satisfied, he took a test shot. You waited as he frowned at it.

"Too dark."

"I could lift my sleeve."

You tried it.

"It's casting a shadow," Jungkook sighed. He seemed displeased, as if he expected this to be quick. "Let me fix the lighting."

"I could take off my shirt."

Jungkook froze. He would have dropped his camera if it wasn't for the strap. Slowly, his head turned to face you. Brown eyes huge, disbelieving.

You kept your face neutral. "It's just a picture of my arm, yes? I can simply take it out of the sleeve."

You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

"Erm, sure. If you're cool with that."

He watched you unbutton your silk blouse.

Him, Jeon Jungkook, was watching you undress. Normally he would turn around and wait until you're done so he could do his job. But this time, ever since he had known you, he was single. This time he couldn't look away. Or rather, he didn’t want to and didn’t have to. He watched you tease each pearl button from its rightful place of holding your shirt together, your fingers deft and swift.

He had imagined this moment many times, even, he was ashamed to admit, when he was fucking his ex-girlfriend. Not all the time. Just sometimes. It got worse after you asked him to do that tattoo. Fuck. He could still smell the strong, sweet scent of your arousal, even now. It wasn't the reason why he broke up with his girlfriend, but it was a small reason.

You had to pull a bit from your skirt to free your arm. Your shirt fluttered open, the slick fabric glossing over your skin. You lifted your forearm, turning it towards him so the inner part revealed your geometric lotus tattoo.

And your bra-covered breast.

Seamless, smooth white satin, molding to your tits, pushing them together.

Jungkook raised his camera and took a picture. He pulled it back, seeing the photo now saved on the SD card. His photo now – his photo of your arm, shoulder, and bra-covered breast. Your hips tightly wrapped by your pencil skirt. Fuck, so sexy. He looked back up to see you arching an eyebrow.

"Test shot," he said weakly. "Checking lighting."

Your eyes searched him. He felt exposed. He chuckled lightly and took a step forward, trying to mask his nervousness. "A little higher, please?"

He snapped the shot.

It was perfect. Just the portion of the inner right arm near the elbow where the lotus tattoo was sprawled out. It wasn't his largest work, but he was very proud of its intricacies and the way it had turned out. It would help draw new customers in so they wouldn't feel too intimidated by the larger pieces.

And, perhaps, he just wanted it for himself to post it by his desk.

"How is it?"

Jungkook stiffened as you walked up to him, your high heels snapping in the floor. The scent of your perfume floated around him, blackberries and sea breeze. The perfume that polluted his dreams. He always woke up before anything good happened. It frustrated him to no end. Jungkook turned the camera around so you could see.

"Looks great. It'll be the first post on Golden Closet Tattoo's Instagram," he said warmly.

You chuckled. "Me? Shouldn't you post some of the sleeves or back pieces you've done? Those are much cooler than my lotus."

"Yeah, but your lotus is the first of my own art that I tattooed on someone."

He watched your expression change. "Really?"

Jungkook remembered the exact moment you had called in the request.

"Draw something for me and I'll get it tattooed."

You had mentioned your inner right forearm.

"Want something to match the placement of my left arm."

It was the first time someone asked him to draw anything he wanted. He prodded you with questions and looked up things on his phone at the same time. He still wanted it to be something that represented you. You came in later that week to his completed sketch.

The geometric lotus gleamed in the studio lights.

"Yes, really."

"Ah, I see," was your simple response.

You retreated, pulling up the shoulder of your blouse, taking your heat and scent with you. Jungkook felt a sudden rush of panic. When was the last time you asked for a tattoo? A long time ago. You seemed satisfied with the five you had. What if you never came back? What if this was it? What if he never saw you again?

"Wait."

You were in the middle of maneuvering your arm into your silk sleeve. "Hm?"

Jungkook shifted his eyes to your face. Locking his gaze with yours. Was he going to do it? Was he? His heart was racing a million miles a minute. There was something flickering in your eyes, burning embers of a fire threatening. Daring him. He was the forest and the fire was before him.

Say it!

"Could I take a photo of another tattoo?"

The slightest tick of your chin.

"Which one?"

His eyes dropped down.

To your skirt.

You studied Jungkook carefully.

Then you reached over to the zipper of your pencil skirt. You pinched the top, undoing the hook-and-eye. You used your right hand to hold the top as your left slowly slid the zipper down, down. He was watching your every move, clutching his camera so hard his knuckles were white. The hand tattoos on his right hand seemed even blacker because of it.

Did he know what he was getting into?

He must have some idea, because every tattoo on your body was done by Jungkook.

You released your right hand and the gray pencil skirt slid down your legs and onto the floor. You stepped out of it, heels clicking together crisply. Cold air rushed over your legs. Your white seamless panties matched your bra, the high French-cut as always. Underneath was the white garter belt that held your sheer, thigh-high stockings up.

Jungkook swallowed, the sound louder than he probably intended. You said nothing. Instead, you rested your weight on your left hip and extended your right leg to the side, revealing your ‘GOOD LUCK’ tattoo that sat between your right leg and crotch. Your white silk blouse still sat on one shoulder, the rest holding on by your arm.

“Go ahead.” Your tone was impartial. “Take the shot.”

Jungkook lifted his camera, hands shaking. He wasn’t looking at you. Maybe couldn’t. You waited. He raised the camera to his eyes, viewing you through the lens. You reached to the right side of your panties and yanked up, keeping your elbow back and away from the light, revealing more skin.

He took the picture.

If Jungkook died right now, he would die a happy man.

He lowered the camera, staring at the shot of your crotch that he had taken just now. Oh, fuck. So beautiful, so sexy, so hot. You had pulled back your panties a little so the tattoo shone clearly against your skin. He swallowed again, hard. He had done that. He had tattooed that.

“You’re going to post that too?”

Your calm voice brought him back to reality. Jungkook raised his head, eyes back on you. His brain felt hazy and alert all at once. A nasty, tight feeling threatened in his chest.

“No.”

He was surprised to find his voice in a grating, dangerous growl.

“This is for me.”

The feeling in his chest expanded. You tilted your head at him. Your left shoulder dropped, silk sliding down your arm, nothing to hold your blouse up anymore as it fell off your wrists, fluttering to the floor. Leaving you in nothing but your underwear and heels, palms turned towards him. The black circle with the four-sided starburst on your left arm stood out. The symbol of the Sith Order.

“Is that all you needed?” you asked quietly.

His eyes followed the curve of your breasts, waist, hips, thighs. Then back up to your gaze. Jungkook realized what that unpleasant feeling in his chest was now.

Jealousy.

“Who else knows you have that tattoo?”

It corrupted his voice, dropping it several octaves, eating him from the inside. You spoke frankly, without inflection.

“The other men who have fucked me since you tattooed it.”

Jungkook lifted his camera up and over his head. Backed up, placing it on his desk, next to your briefcase. You didn’t have to say it like that, but you did. You didn’t have to stand there, almost naked, but you were. Your lips didn’t have to look so inviting, but they did.

And your eyes didn’t have to look so wicked, but they dared him to do more.

Obviously, you saw other people. You had to have. He was taken at the time. He couldn’t stop you.

But Jungkook wasn’t taken now and you weren’t stopping him from taking a step towards you.

You lifted your hand, tipping your head back as you traced a line from your chin, down your neck, to the curve of your cleavage. Saying nothing as your tongue danced between your lips. Jungkook took another step. He did not know why he suddenly felt jealous. Maybe it was a combination of suddenly realizing that, yes, other people must have touched you and coming to terms that you were aware of his attraction to you and had done nothing about it.

There was no way that you could have known that for four months Jungkook had been hovering over your phone number, wondering if he should call it, wondering if you would think it was weird that he wanted you despite only being your tattoo artist.

Maybe it was your interesting combination of tattoos. Your banging body? Your elegant mannerisms?

No!

The scent of your arousal that haunted his dreams.

Your hand danced down your side, tracing the outline of the words next to your crotch.

He would need luck where he was going.

Jungkook finally stopped right in front of you. He leaned down, his long dark hair brushing against your cheekbones. He inhaled, deeply. Blackberries. The sea. Your skin itself. And the hint of your juices, slowly creeping through your white panties. His lashes lowered, shading his view of you. He inhaled again, drinking in your exhale, sucking it away from your mouth and nose. Your breathing hitched, ever so slightly.

His lips drifted closer, closer. You breathed out of your mouth.

Jungkook sucked it away.

He could feel himself getting hard with just this. Something about the taste, the action.

“Hold your breath for as long as you can,” he murmured against your lips.

So close that he could tell. There was warmth and suddenly, there was nothing. Your expression unchanged, completely still. The seconds ticked past. He wondered how long you could hold it. He wondered how you had attained such practice. Which was it? Choking or being gagged with cock? Either way, Jungkook was upset that he wasn’t the one teaching you. He saw the muscles in your neck tense.

His lips touched yours, eyes closing.

“Give it to me.”

You gasped into his mouth, so hot and erotic that he moaned into yours, hands suddenly coming up to grab your head and press your lips into his, feverishly inhaling your pants for air, exchanging it with his as he kissed you. He did not think this would be the first kiss between you and him, but holy fuck was it the hottest first kiss that he ever had with another human being, the way you moaned into his mouth so he could take it away, the way you let him slide his tongue in and slowly fuck your lips, closing around his muscle and sucking delicately. And his name, his name whining from your throat.

He broke the kiss, savoring your shudder as his lips left yours.

“I’m the one who saw it first,” Jungkook whispered. “I’m the one who made you wet when it was finally tattooed onto you.”

Your eyes darkened as he leaned over you, shadowing you with his taller frame.

“You did,” you breathed, lips swollen from his kiss.

Those eyes. The wildfire was burning, burning, taking away the trees that hid his true nature. Jungkook remembered how heavy your scent became as he worked on your sensitive skin. The moment was counting down, down. He had to ask. He had to know if his feeling was right.

“You like being told what to do?”

Your lips curved into a devious smile. “Depends on who’s giving the orders.” Your fingers traveled up his white t-shirt, dancing over his racing heart. Pause.

Then...

... boom!

“Is it Jeon Jungkook?” you purred.

"How long have you known?" Jungkook murmured against your face. His hands were still in your hair, tipping your head back as he lowered his head. His dark locks brushed against your skin, soft curls of black.

"Your jeans are usually quite tight."

He chuckled, teeth above your throat. "You saw, huh?"

"You didn't try to hide it."

His breath was hot, so hot against your trachea. "I couldn't hide it."

Your lips curved into an amused smirk. "Is that code that you have a big dick?"

Jungkook laughed, licking up your neck. Your entire body shivered at the unexpected touch. You thought he was going to continue the conversation, but he latched his teeth into your skin, sucking sensually. It made your breath catch in your throat. You had always assumed Jungkook was the type to shyly ask a girl out, go on cute dates, then make love. A good boy.

Not your style.

Despite knowing of his physical attraction to you, you did not fuck good boys. Good boys couldn't give you what you wanted. Good boys don't leave red marks all over your neck that you have to cover up tomorrow. Good boys don't yank your hair back so you can't attempt to stop the boulevard of hickeys, not that you wanted him to stop, you just wanted to know.

Just wanted to be sure that Jeon Jungkook wasn't a good boy.

"J-Jungkook..."

You tried to press your body against his but his hand came down to press against your stomach, preventing you.

"Patience," he growled. "You made me wait forever to see you again."

Your eyes lingered down to his. The intensity of his dark brown orbs made you shiver, hooded by his furrowed brows. His pink tongue slid out, licking down the curve of your breasts slowly.

"Is that why you wanted to start an Instagram?" you breathed, chest heaving against his mouth.

Jungkook grinned with his tongue still extended, as cunning as the devil himself. He kissed back up, his face overwhelming your vision once again.

"When are you getting your next tattoo?" he whispered.

Your lips brushed against his as you spoke.

"I haven't thought of it lately," you mumbled.

Jungkook tilted his head, dipping it against your ear.

"Then I'll have to make you come back to me for other things."

He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you to your knees.

He watched you descend, far too graceful to be inexperienced. Who was it? The thought haunted him. You looked too perfect on your knees for him, hands coming up to hold and stroke the back of his jean-clad thighs.

"Come on, Jungkook." Just the right hint of neediness, raising your chest to tantalize him. Who taught you this? Or was this how you really were? Jungkook didn't know. He thought he knew you and he thought he knew himself. And yet...

It was like you coaxed out the animal in him, reborn from the ashes of your wildfire.

You cocked an eyebrow challengingly.

"Give me a taste of your power."

Jungkook grabbed your face and shoved it into his crotch.

Oh, fuck!

He was already semi-hard and your yelp of surprise paired with your sudden warmth ramming against him made his cock swell inside his jeans. He pressed your cheek into it, clenching his jaw as he roughly humped your face with the thick fabric, letting you feel him getting harder and harder as you whimpered under him. Your nails dug into his jeans, clutching tight. His cock twitched in his pants and you moaned, hot breath trickling over his wrist.

Ugh, so good.

"You want it?" he chuckled darkly.

"Y-yes, Jungkook, please..."

Fuck, it made him feel so powerful hearing you say that.

"I thought you were satisfied with staring at it through my jeans," he taunted, rubbing it against your cheek.

You bit your lower lip, sinking your teeth into the fullness. So fucking hot. Eyes traveling up to him, shimmering with a mix between begging and accusing.

"You had a girlfriend," you mumbled. "Couldn't touch."

Jungkook slid his right hand along your face, tracing your cheek, nails gazing your lower lip, teasing it out of your teeth. He turned his palm, fingers on the button of his jeans. He watched your expression turn hungry, grip on his thighs getting tighter.

"And now I don't," he drawled. "And you still can't touch me until I say so."

He was going to die with how sexy you sounded whining for him.

“Jungkook, please…”

He undid his jeans. Pulled the zipper down. Your entire body trembling under him as he pushed the light wash jeans down, taking his navy underwear with it. He watched your jaw clench as he stopped just above his cock, the obvious bulge centimeters from your face. He could feel your hot breath against the back of his right hand.

“Don’t move,” he commanded. “Or you’ll get nothing.”

Your hands tensed behind his thighs as Jungkook tugged the waistband down. He gasped as his cock sprung free, hitting you in the cheek with it. The head already dark red, dripping pre-cum all over your pretty face. You weren’t wearing foundation. He could tell because your beauty marks were visible. He pushed his underwear down further, freeing his balls. Shit. They were more sensitive than they usually were. Even rubbing against his own underwear was making him harder.

He wasn’t going to last if he put himself in your mouth right now.

Ugh, even just putting his own hand on his dick was almost too much. He didn’t trust himself to say anything, so instead he pressed the head against your cheek and began to pump himself, ignoring your imploring eyes. Even this was so, so good. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back as he rubbed himself against your soft skin, smearing his pre-cum back and forth, moaning softly. His balls hit your lips and you breathed hotly against them.

The tingling heat spread throughout Jungkook’s entire body.

He lowered his head, half-opening his eyes, breathing your name.

“Open up,” he growled.

But instead of his cock, Jungkook shoved his balls into your wet lips, groaning as you latched on and sucked on them, tongue pressed wetly against them. You pulled his jeans down further to get more into your mouth, licking feverishly and covering them in your saliva, sending shivers of pleasure up his cock and spine, so hot, so wet, so perfect, everything he could have hoped for and more as he stroked himself. Jungkook could smell it now, the obvious heavy scent of your arousal sweetly creeping up to his nose, soaking through your panties, all for him, all because he was making you suck his balls as he jacked himself off over your face.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, I’m going to cum on your face.”

You whimpered under him, obviously wanting to swallow, but he snickered, looking down with a smirk.

“That’s right,” he panted, jaw clenched tight as he furiously stroked his cock above your eyes. “I’m going to cum on your face, so be a good girl and suck my balls for me.”

So close. Shit, he was so close because you were licking him so deliciously, bobbing your head up and down as you sucked the sensitive skin, your hands gripping his thighs as he rocked his hips into your face, adding more stimulation, more roughness.

Almost there...!

Jungkook ground his teeth, jerking back so his balls popped out of your mouth, the pleasure shooting up his core as he came in splattering white lines all over your forehead and cheeks, forcing you to shut your right eye as it dribbled down onto your lashes. He pressed the hot head into your cheek, moaning as it throbbed against your cool skin.

Fuck.

You just looked so fucking good with his cum painted onto your face.

He drank in the picture for a good ten seconds, breathing hard as he stared down at you and your open mouth. If he had his camera, he would have taken a photo.

But you did deserve a reward for listening and he intended on giving it.

Jungkook dropped to his knees, tongue snaking out, scooping up his own salty orgasm. Collecting it on your skin, your whimper against his chin as he curled his tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth. Getting as much of his cum as he could.

Then he pressed his lips against yours and fed it to you.

Your eyes widened as Jungkook kissed you, spitting his cum into your mouth. You felt your panties drench even more as you moaned, drinking it from him, swallowing everything he gave you. He breathed into your mouth before removing his lips so he could lick more of his drying cum off your face, soaking your skin with his tongue, returning and slipping more between your lips. It was so filthy and erotic that your pussy was leaking, a fucking Rorschach inkblot of your juices being made in between your thighs, sticky and viscous. Maybe you came a little. You were so entranced by Jungkook’s rough kiss and his intense sucking on your lower lip that you couldn’t tell.

Jeon Jungkook was certainly not as much of a good boy as you thought.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt his movement of him flinging off his jean jacket, exposing his tanned arms. His fully tattooed sleeve of his right arm, glistening brightly in the studio lights, and his bare left arm.

Wait.

You pulled back from his lips, confused. Jungkook didn’t have tattoos on his left arm, at least not since the last time you saw him. But there was one there now, in his inner left forearm, next to his elbow. One you recognized, because the same tattoo was on your right arm.

Slowly, slowly, your eyes connected with his. His dark brown eyes were focused on yours, his torso rising and falling with his heavy breaths, long black hair covering half his face, lips dark pink from kissing you. Jaw chiseled and tight with exertion. He chuckled deep in his chest, almost a feral growl.

“I have been waiting for you.”

He grabbed the bottom of his white t-shirt and yanked it up and over his head, the geometric lotus tattoo on his left arm clearly visible with his movement.

“I need to get a condom,” you whispered quietly.

He ticked his head, long hair swinging over his eyes. “Get it.”

You got up off the floor, going to your briefcase. Retrieved a condom from the inner pocket only to have yourself forcefully turned around and shoved into Jungkook’s bare chest, his muscles flexing under your clothed breasts. Trapped by his powerful gaze as he reached around you and unhooked your bra.

“Why do you have condoms with you?” he breathed against your lips.

“F-for...” You gasped as his hands slid around your back to your front, pressing his callused fingertips against your nipples. He began to rub them, slowly. “F-fucking…”

Jungkook nipped at your lips teasingly, earning soft whines as he pinched your nipples. “You knew how long I wanted you, and yet you still let them touch you?” His breath so hot it felt like fire against your skin.

“That’s not fair, Jungkook,” you hissed out as he pulled at the hardened nubs. “You can’t say things like that when you kept yourself from me too.”

“Yeah?” Your name drifted out of his lips like smoke. “Did you really want me? Did you see my cock straining against my jeans and want it in you?”

“F-fuck, yes.”

He flicked your nipples and you whined, ass bucking against his desk. He pressed his length against your soaked panties and sucked in a breath as your wetness coated his cock. Slowly rubbing himself to hardness against your throbbing core, using the drenched fabric as lubrication.

“You’re so wet for me,” Jungkook drawled. You felt him make his cock twitch against your heat and you moaned, shuddering as he closed your thighs around his stiffness. “What if all you get is this? What if I just make myself cum with your dirty panties and juicy thighs wrapped around my dick?”

“Jungkook, p-please…” His cock jerked in between your legs. It wasn’t involuntary. He was moving it himself, teasing you with his hard thickness. “Please, I want your cock inside me…”

Jungkook grinned, still fucking your thighs.

“Please…”

He sank his teeth into his lower lip, turning it white. “Take off your panties then. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

He slid out from between your thighs, taking the condom from you as you pushed your underwear down, off your legs and placing them on his desk. His eyes flickered to your soiled panties, eyebrow cocking in satisfaction as he rolled the condom down his cock. You lifted one of your legs, still in your heels and stockings, hissing as the cold air hit your glistening heat, scent so strong even you could smell it.

Jungkook inhaled, groaning lustfully.

“Fuck, you smell so fucking good,” he breathed, almost drooling. “Smell just like that day that I tattooed this onto you.” He pressed his finger into your ‘GOOD LUCK’ tattoo, dragging his nail down your skin so hard that you moaned. “How could I let you get that tattooed by someone else, hm?” Jungkook leaned forward, licking his lips wetly.

“You loved it, didn’t you?”

He pushed his cock into you and you gasped, clutching your leg so you could keep your pussy open for him as he entered, sinking in slowly. Pain and pleasure shot up your core, not quite stretched out for his thick length. But such things didn’t matter to you. It only made you wetter, slicker as he buried himself to the hilt. He made his cock twitch inside you, smacking into your walls forcefully, smirking as you squirmed under him.

Jungkook purred your name. Your eyes shifted from your connected hips to his sculpted chest to his teasing dark eyes, pupils blown so wide that his eyes were consumed by black.

“What’s my name?” he drawled.

He pulled back a little and rammed his cock into you so hard your head flung back, tits straight up as you gripped his desk, his name tearing from your lips.

“Jungkook!”

“Again.”

He slammed into you again, nearly flinging you up his desk. Pain radiated up your hips, followed by the scorching pleasure of his cock throbbing against your walls. You could feel yourself leaking down his balls and your thigh, the heavy scent of your arousal filling up the room.

“J-Jungkook!”

He began to fuck you, hard, intense, hands on your ass to slap your hips together. Your leg curled around his waist, bringing him to you to meet his wild thrusts. Speed was not the key here. Jungkook was going for a bruising, rough pace that fucked an indent of his desk into your ass, panting into your chest, breasts bouncing into his face as you moaned, hands splayed onto his desk as it shook underneath you. Your briefcase fell over and smacked against your arm.

His voice, so gravelly and deep that it shook your heart, growling out your name possessively.

“Who’s making you feel his good?” he snarled.

You felt it building inside you, an uninhibited fire set ablaze by Jeon Jungkook, consuming all your senses and replacing them with the punishing pleasure of his cock repeatedly thrusting into your sore pussy, fucking you into his desk without remorse. Your breathing died in your throat, unconsciously withholding it from yourself, intensifying the pleasure, bringing it to radiating new heights as your knee shook, barely holding you up.

“Who?”

So close, oh God, so fucking close…

And then the plummet, the absolute drop as you could barely take a breath, only able to scream his name as your orgasm crashed violently into you.

“Jungkook!”

It was so intense that it felt like your entire body was pulsating, pussy clenched around his cock and gripping onto it, liquid gushing down your thighs and sticking to your stockings. Jungkook groaned, smashing his hips into you one last time as he came, cock spasming as shot after shot of cum filled the condom. Your chest shuddered at the sensation, so turned on that you felt even more of your juices drip down, coating his balls, your scent becoming heavier, thicker, a memorable sweet-sour.

“Fuck…” Jungkook panted, head falling against your breasts. His long hair was soaked with cold sweat, sticking to your hot skin. “You smell so fucking good…”

You smirked above his head.

Now every time he would remember your scent, he would remember your pussy squeezing his cock too.

“Where’s your coat?”

You shivered in the chilled night air, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jungkook locked up the shop for the night. “Forgot it in the car. I didn’t want to miss you before you left for the day.”

Jungkook’s arms wrapped around yours, pulling you to him. His body was still hot from fucking. You stilled a bit in his arms, letting him rub his hands all over your body. You clutched your briefcase in front of you as he began to walk, nudging you to lead him.

“You wanted to see me that bad?” he whispered into your hair.

“Well…” You sucked in a breath as he kneaded your breasts through your clothes, unbothered by the people around you. No one was paying attention, at least at the moment. “You did ask.”

“Hmm…” he murmured.

You arrived at your car in the parking lot. It was a nice car, one of the newer, more expensive electric cars. He shoved you against your window, making you gasp as he grinded his crotch into your ass.

“Make an appointment soon,” Jungkook whispered fiercely against your neck. “Doesn’t have to be for a tattoo. I’ll do other things for you.”

His left arm hooked on the inside of yours. Through the layers of clothing, the geometric lotus pressed against the symbol of the Sith Order.

“Since you’re my favorite client.”

same au as semicolon ;

punctuation au dom!myg and jjk | period . | comma , | question mark ? | apostrophe ‘

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook smut

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ssamie · 3 years

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paper rings.

·˚ ༘⌗ chinen miya x gn!reader

·˚ ༘⌗ childhood promises aren't unusual. miya and you had made many to each other, but the most notable one would be the classic promise to marry one another. miya was getting impatient with time, and decided he didn't need to be a grown up to marry you. after all, paper rings will do, right?

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: fluff, both of you are still in middle school lol 😃, miya being cute and kind of ooc??

gen masterlist. sk8 masterlist.

miya grumbled as he sneaked quick glances at you from across him. you were both at school eating lunch underneath a tree for shade, like you always do, and for some reason, he was acting strange and awfully fidgety ever since the morning you went up to greet him.

"alright, what is it, miya?" you asked with a sigh "h-huh?" miya jumped as he nervously sipped on his drink, avoiding eye contact as his fingers fiddled with his switch.

"you're acting so weird" you said as you throw a candy wrapper at him "you've been looking at me strangely all day" you said as you narrowed your eyes at him

miya gulped and shook his head "no way!" he denied "you're getting too confident, you slime!" he said as he stuck his tongue out playfully

you rolled your eyes and laughed at his antics, throwing another piece of wrapper at him as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "whatever" you said

"and don't call me a slime, im your best friend!" you whined with a laugh. miya blushed and jutted his bottom lip out in a sort of pout. "you're still a slime if you keep acting like that.." he muttered

you raise a brow in confusion "acting like what?" you asked. "a-acting so... so.." he stammered out, looking so flustered as he tries to maintain eye contact with you, even though he could practically feel his heart palpitating.

"so what?" you asked again, this time even more confused as his face visibly becomes a brighter shade of red all the way to the tip of his ears.

"so cute!!" miya finally admitted, accidentally raising his voice a little too high, causing a few students to turn their heads.

"aghhh" he groaned out as he ducked his head to avoid their gazes out of embarrassment.

"oh.. is that so?" you cooed out with a laugh as you cover your cheeks which were heating up from the compliment.

"well, you're pretty cute yourself" you teased "even for a slime"

miya looked up and glared at you, despite his quivering lips and shaky voice he still managed to let out a small "im not a slime.."

you smile and pack away your bento, standing up on your feet and pulling him along. "im gonna keep calling you a slime if you won't stop acting weird around me" you said

"anyways, let's go. lunch is about to end" you say as you take his hand in yours and proceed to walk away. miya gulped as he stared longingly at your intertwined hands.

more specifically, your ring finger which seems to be quite bare.

"hey, y/n.." he muttered. "yeah?" you reply

"remember our promise?" he asked ".. yknow, when we were kids?"

you hummed for a moment before replying, "i think so.." you said "i mean.. i remember promising not to tell anyone when you fell into a canal when we were like five-"

"not that!!" miya shrieked with a bit of a pink tint to his cheeks "forget about that whole thing, that's embarrassing!" he whined

"then what?" you asked with a laugh "i can't name every promise we've ever made all in one go, you know?"

miya huffed and abruptly stopped in his tracks, causing you to halt along with him.

"i meant.. when we promised to marry each other." he said in a soft whisper

"miya.." you mumble as you stare at him in surprise. miya simply looked away, avoiding eye contact as his lips quiver into a small frown.

"um. yeah, i remember" you replied with a nervous smile as miya takes your hand in his and locks your fingers together.

"y/n, i think.." miya stammered out "i think i want to get married already."

you blinked in shock and confusion before letting out a sheepish laugh "haha, miya you can't be serious" you said

"we're too young, plus, you're saying that as if you like me or something" you said in a joking manner as you playfully hit his shoulder "but you don't actually like me, right?" you asked with a nervous gulp

miya shook his head and placed your hands over his chest, holding them tenderly as he stares up at you with his eyes glimmering with admiration.

"i like you a lot, y/n" he admitted "i've liked you since we were kids and-" he cut himself off

"actually, i think i love you. so um.. i wanna get married so nobody else can love you but me." miya said with a look of determination on his face as he nervously waits for your response.

"well uh.." you stammer out as you nervously look around "i.. i love you too, miya.." you finally admitted as you send him a bashful glance

miya's eyes widened as his smile turned into a wide grin. "really?" he asked with excitement

"yeah i guess" you muttered bashfully as you try to avoid his entrancing emerald hued eyes.

"that's great! let's get married." miya said as he took your hand and pulled you along as he ran towards the infamous cherry blossom tree in your school.

"miya, slow down!" you whined as he practically dragged you along while you struggled to keep up with him since he was basically sprinting.

"hurry up, you slime!" miya exclaimed with a laugh as he slows down to match your pace

"geez. you know we can get married at like 20 or 25 instead, right?" you said as you let out a breath of air

you were both underneath the cherry blossom tree. the beautiful pink blossoms fall and sway around due to the wind as the both of you lay on the grassy ground.

"we don't even have rings" you laughed as you turned to look at him. "don't worry i already have those" miya said with a cat-like grin

you watched in amusement as he dug into his pocket and pulled out two rings made of paper with small cat and video game stickers and both of your names written on the inside.

"oh gosh you actually have them" you sweat drop "ofcourse! i made these this morning and put a lot of effort so you better accept it" miya playfully scowled

you both sat up as he held out his palm, urging you to place your hand on top of it.

"my vows would be.. uh i'll love you forever and let you play my games. and i won't ever leave you and call you a slime ever again" miya muttered as he slid the ring into your finger, blushing madly as he does so.

"wow, nice vows. very heartfelt." you say sarcastically with a laugh, causing him to grumble and gently hit you with his fist.

"just say your vows, you slime!"

"you just said you wouldn't call me a slime anymore!"

"that only applies after! we're still not together since you still haven't told me your vows, slime!"

you sigh as a fond smile grazed your lips. you stare at miya through your lashes, chuckling to yourself as you see him waiting expectantly with a concerning amount of blush on his cheeks.

"my vows would be.." you muttered "that i would never leave you and i'll be with you and support you in whatever you wanna do." you said

"and-"

"that's enough" miya cut you off by waving his hand at your face, while covering his with the other. "u-um.. im fine with just that, you don't have to say anything else.." he said

you blink in confusion but agree anyways. "okay then" you smiled

miya gulped as he shakily lends you his hand, watching in astonishment as you slid the ring onto his finger.

"there, we're now officially together forever" you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hands together

"yeah." miya mumbled as his lips slowly curled into a loving smile

you gave him a smug grin as you point to your lips "this is the part where you kiss me-"

miya didn't let you finish as he suddenly tackled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips before moving along and pressing his lips onto both of your cheeks and nose.

"thanks for marrying me" miya muttered against your neck as he buries his face against your skin

"anytime" you chuckled. you wrapped your arms around him, causing him to sigh in satisfaction and relax against your body.

"mhhm, love you y/n" he mumbled

"i love you too miya"

"man, you'll never understand since you're too young" reki said with a smug grin as he patted miya's head to emphasise his point

"love is just too complex for kiddos like you" reki teased

miya simply grumbled and glared up at the redhead, causing reki to laugh even more. "oh yeah?" miya taunted

"well, it's not like you have a lover of your own" he scoffed "you can't flirt for the life of you, and girls wouldn't even waste their time of day to look at you"

reki let out a pained smile as he sulked over miya's harsh words. "ahahaha, those are some big words for a little kid like you" reki squeaked out with a chuckle

"tch.." miya gritted his teeth as he glared up at reki "you have no room to talk when your ethe one who doesn't have a s/o, you slime!" he exclaimed

"eh??" reki mused "why? do you have a s/o?" he taunted "i think not-"

"yes i do." miya cut him off with a smug smirk

"ha?! how?! you're like three?!?" reki exclaimed in surprise, which seemed to catch the others' attention

"ha?! im thirteen idiot!!" miya yelled back with a scowl

"what happened?" kaoru asks with a raised brow as he looks between the two boys. reki seemed to be in shock and suspicion, while miya was sticking his tongue out at the redhead.

"cherry, miya said he has a s/o!!" reki exclaimed "how is that even possible?! he's a child!"

"im a teenager!" miya exclaimed

"really?" kaoru hummed in amusement as his eyes slowly trail over to you, who was too busy munching on burgers with langa to even notice their arguing.

"who is it??" reki asked "its y/n." miya replied with a proud smirk

"Y/N?! IMPOSSIBLE!" reki exclaimed with widened eyes. he ran over to you and hugged you protectively to his chest. "y/n, answer me honestly!" he said

"are you and miya together?!"

you blink in confusion and look at langa for an answer, though he simply shrugged and carried on eating. "um, well yeah." you said

"no way?!!!" reki exclaimed "oi you slime, why does it seem so unbelievable to you anyway, huh?" miya asked him with a raised brow as he pulled you closer to him

"it's just a shock to me!" reki said "i never would've guessed that.." he let out a sigh

kojiro sweat dropped and patted miya and yours' heads. "well, it was pretty obvious they'd end up together" he said

"yeah, we even got married." miya said in a nonchalant tone as he intertwined your hands.

"EH?!" now this time, everyone had let out a scream of their own. they looked between the two of you and blinked in shock.

"impossible. since when?" kaoru asked

"a week ago" you replied with a smile as you raise both of your hands to show them the rings on your fingers.

"but thats just paper-" kaoru slapped langa's mouth with his fan and smiled proudly at the two of you.

"that's wonderful. are those your rings?" he asked with a hum

"yeah. miya made them" you replied "it was really fun. the 'wedding' was a bit unexpected but its fine." you said

"the children are growing up!" kojiro exclaimed as he covered his mouth, while he wipes the stray tears of joy away.

"kaoru! the children are grown!!"

"shut up, you gorrila! you act like they're our kids." kaoru rolled his eyes. he then turned to you and smiled softly once again.

"congratulations" he said

"heh. hows that, you slime?" miya sneered at reki as he flaunts the paper rings with a smug cat-like grin.

"those are just paper anyways! so you're not really married- ow!" reki yelped as he felt kaoru's fan hit his head

"tch. whatever! im gonna get real rings soon!" miya exclaimed.

"no need to rush things, you know?" you mused as you patted miya's head

"yeah.." miya muttered "paper rings will do for now.. right?" he asked.

"right."

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 2 years

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hiii simp <33

canicallyouthat?-( ;_ _)

saw your event thing going on ( congrats on 300 btw ), and i would like to request 3 for ayaka and ei/raiden shogun-

– seren

youshouldknowwhothisisalreadyjustbylookingattheformat lol-

"I-... um, can I hold your hand?"

characters: Ayaka x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: Hey seren, you can call me whatever you want, as long as it's not too insulting. We already spoke about only being able to request one character at once on discord, I'm just saying this, so those who may read this aren't confused why I only wrote for Ayaka.

Thanks for requesting and for your congratulation and the crossed out, pink text was indeed enough for me to already know who you were.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ayaka

Ayaka was often seen as the best role model for how aristocratic people should be, but beneath her seemingly perfect behaviour she was nothing more than a lonely girl with no experience when it came to how to interact with people. She of course knew how to be polite, but everything else like how to behave in a friendship or relationship wasn’t something she was good at.

All of that meant, that when the two of you became friends and later a couple, you had to slowly teach her all about it, and even though you tried taking everything slowly, you knew that you would have to be the driving force behind every new step in your relationship.

Ayaka and you were wandering through Chinju Forest, simply talking about all kinds of things and enjoying the privacy the woods granted you both. Even though she had happily indulged in your conversation not so long ago, Ayaka had slowly grown silent, focussing so much on your hand swinging next to your body, that she slightly startled when you waved the other one in front of her face.

“Are you okay Miss Kamisato?”, you asked her, visibly being worried, but before answering your question, she started blushing and hiding her face behind her fan. It wasn’t as if you have never witnessed what she did when she was embarrassed. You could still remember how red she became when you called her by her given name for the first time and while she didn’t seem to have a problem when others close to her called her “Ayaka”, she would always become a flustered mess if you did it.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry for worrying you”, she stated while diverting her eyes, so she didn’t have to look into yours, feeling embarrassed by what she was about to ask. “But there’s something that I wanted to ask from you”, she began and even though you couldn’t see her whole face, the deepening red of her ears was enough to make it obvious that she was blushing even more furiously.

“Of course. Say whatever you need and if it’s in my power to fulfil your wish, I will”, you answered without hesitation, accidentally coming closer to her, only for Ayaka to back away by a bit. Her reaction caused you to realise your mistake and do the same, before apologising and after an awkward silence that went on for far too long, she finally spoke up.

“I-… um, can I hold your hand?”, she asked in barely more than a whisper, causing you to stare at her with a surprised reaction. Usually, you were the one initiating anything, since you knew that she was too embarrassed to do so, so her taking initiative was something completely new.

“I-It’s fine if you don’t want to- Just please forget that I said anything-”, she started back-paddling in a panicked state, having interpreted your surprised look as a horrified one, only for you to shut her up by taking her hand into yours and smiling at her, causing her face to become a shade of red, you didn’t think would be possible.

“Of course, I was already worried that it might be something much more serious. But if that’s everything you need, then I’m happy to comply.”

#genshin x y/n #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #ayaka x you #ayaka x y/n #kamisato ayaka x reader #kamisato ayaka #ayaka x reader #300 simps for the simp throne!

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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hi basil !! can i request for an imagine with zhongli and an adeptus reader? the reader has been in love w him since the archon war but never told him bc they were scared, and when rex lapis “dies” they’re absolutely crushed. but when they see a certain funeral consultant preparing his funeral, they tell him about their friendship w rex lapis and how they regret never telling him how they felt. thank you!

featuring: zhongli x gn!reader

warnings: angst, a little suggestiveness, some god complex stuff if you squint hard enough, typos lol

published: may 14, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: hi anon! thank you for the request~ i’m assuming reader recognizes zhongli in his mortal form and confesses in that way! in canon, it’s kind of dubious whether or not zhongli explicitly told the adepti that he actually isn’t dead, but i’m going to take some creative liberties and assume that he tells some of his adepti friends that he’s alive in person, like so~

Time slowed to a halt, as the body of the magnificent dragon, Rex Lapis, plummeted to the earth from the heavens, like a meteor summoned by Celestia. You felt like it was all a cruel, eldritch dream that the Archons had cursed you with, frozen among the crowd of onlookers, as the body tumbled, tumbled, and fell in a lump at the alter. Not a single sound emerged from the crowd, as they all stared in horror.

To them, their deity, their Archon who had pulled Liyue from the depths of the abyss and ascended it to wealth and prosperity, had come crashing down to earth in front of their eyes. But to you... Rex Lapis was your world. It was not Liyue that he saved from the grasp of darkness, but rather, you, you were the one he rescued. It was you to whom Rex Lapis had shown more compassion than you had ever thought possible coming from any living being—warm hands grasping your cold limbs, pulling you up, up, and up, into the light of day, giving you a purpose. A reason to live.

The body lied there, as Lady Ningguang acted fast, trying to ease the onlookers, her own horror still painted visibly upon her usually cold and composed countenance. The corpse of your god still retained some semblance of life, you thought, scales still glimmering with a slight sheen, mane fluttering in the wind of commotion, almost as if he were glowing with vibrant life not a few moments ago.

Please. Rex Lapis. Please don’t leave me. I have so much left to tell you.

*****

“Master!”, you called. “Wait for me!”

You ran to catch up with archon, who had begun his daily routine of assessing the growth of his blossom trees. Tianheng Shan was a favorite location of Rex Lapis, particularly in the springtime when all the flowers on the treas began to bloom, and the glowing flowers that sprouted from the ground took root and broke up from beneath the soil.

Rex Lapis, hands locked behind his back, looked back at you, as you joined him at his side.

“Hello there, [y/n]. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The archon really did behave like an old-spirited mortal, you thought. He had the mannerisms and idiosyncrasies down to a tee, certainly the polar opposite of the likes of Barbatos.

“I was just about to view the blossoms as well! They should be in season within a week or two”, you responded innocently. This certainly wasn’t an opportunity purely to spend time alone with Rex Lapis. You would never be so silly.

The both of you strolled along the banks of the river, eventually reaching an opening where tens, even hundreds, of pink-blossomed trees wove their way about the bottoms of the cavernous cliffs, some delicate petals already beginning to fall, sprinkling upon the river like memories across the stream of time.

Rex Lapis proceeded past you, craning his neck upwards to get a closer look at the blossoms. As he did so, the hood of his robe fell back down onto his shoulders, revealing long, silky locks of earthy amber resting upon shoulders as hardened as Cor Lapis.

“Quite lovely, aren’t they?”, he mused, almost absentmindedly. “These yinghua are often mistaken for taohua—yinghua do not produce fruit, and their blossoming period is much shorter.” For some reason, you thought, the archon’s gaze seemed to stray elsewhere, somewhere beyond the mass of trees.

“That is why the yinghua is renowned for its beauty. Its life is fleeting, yet so utterly captivating.”

Now, it was all gone. All that was left was a husk—a shell of the god you loved and devoted every ounce of your existence to. A mere gnarled tree that once possessed a beauty that transcended seasons.

*****

You entered the foyer of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, hearing the bell jingle solemnly as the door closed behind you. The place seemed to be rather empty, with nobody manning the front desk. Assorted coffins and various floral wreaths adorned the rooms of the parlor, a rather gauche little showroom of death. The taste and aesthetics reflected quite well the nature of the parlor’s director.

You treaded through the silent shop, wood creaking beneath your feet. The building must be quite old, you supposed.

“Hello?”, you called out. “Is anybody here?”

Before you could take another step, you heard a man’s voice coming from a back room, tucked away behind the main desk and obscured by a curtain.

“Just a minute, please. I will be with you shortly”, the voice called back.

After some further rustling emitting from what you guessed was the storage room, a man stepped out from behind the curtain, slightly ducking below the doorframe due to his rather imposing height.

Dressed in sharp formalwear, hair tied neatly behind his head in a long ponytail, he stepped forward from behind the desk. You noticed a geo vision dangling from the belt at his waist. How familiar, you thought. Something about him tugged at a string deep inside you, but for the life you, you couldn’t put a finger upon it.

“Greetings, how may I be of service to you?”, the man queried, amber eyes penetrating into you. There it was again. Maybe it was his voice, or his gaze, or perhaps just the way he carried himself, that felt so awfully familiar. His words seemed so... warm, even. Like some fond old memory that is slipping off the precipices of your brain. I must be going mad, you thought. One thousand years and still fawning over every handsome man I see.

Clearing your throat, you replied, “Yes, I am here on behalf of Lady Ningguang and the Qixing. We are looking for a supply of flowers to send off Rex Lapis at his funeral next week.” The man eyed you, curiously. “I was wondering if perhaps you could suggest a suitable flower wreath, preferably something in-season.”

Without a response, your odd companion began to walk towards an adjacent room attached to the lobby, hands crossed behind his back, quite like an old man, although he looked to be in his early thirties, at most. Assuming you were to follow, you stepped into a side room filled with vibrant flower wreaths of all sizes and colors.

The man begun to the scan the selection closely, as you stood to the side and watched him work. Oddly enough, the silence in the room wasn’t awkward, but was even quite comforting, in the same way a blanket warms a body.

Settling upon a modest, pink-flowered wreath of bouquets, he turned to you, indicating that he has decided upon a suggestion. He turned to you, those same eyes once again boring into you. Those were not the eyes of a young man, but something much, much more ancient, and for a moment, you stood frozen, frightened.

“Might I suggest the lovely yinghua? They are a personal favorite.”

White. White was all you saw for seconds, and when you opened your eyes, everything looked crisper, like a veil had been lifted. The world felt clearer, your thoughts came at you with greater clarity, but above all, it was no longer the funeral parlor manager that stood in front of you.

It was him. Rex Lapis.

The room started to twist and warp again, but this time not because of the spell of fog that the archon had cast to maintain your ignorance, but rather because of the salty tears clouding your vision, and the pressure of pure relief, joy, and utter agony that brought you collapsing to your knees, right then and there.

You couldn’t believe it. What about the body? Was that a mere fabrication ? Or was this vision before you an illusion, an echo of the past that had somehow manifested itself in front of you? Why would Rex Lapis do this to you, make you endure such pain? If he knew how much you loved him, how much gratitude you felt for him, how much you didn’t want to move on without him—

“Oh Archons, [y/n], please, I’m so, so sorry—”, he uttered. You felt a soft pressure surrounding you, as you became vaguely aware that the man you loved was now embracing you, the both of you huddled on the floor. “Please forgive me, I hate myself for it but I had to do it, and for the pain I have caused you, I’d much rather die, myself. ”

You could barely understand his words over the sound of your own weeping, forgoing all manners and letting your tears run free. You felt your master tighten his arms around your middle, as if scared to let you go, after already sacrificing you once.

You mustered up the strength to look up at him, seeing that now the dragon’s eyes themselves had become watery with emotion, something you had never seen in the archon before. The regret you felt was threatening to burst from your throat, a lump preventing you from being civil, or talking like a proper adeptus, or confessing your feelings to the man who you owed your life to. No more. No more weakness that plagued your heart for centuries. You may never have this opportunity again.

“[y/n], I beg of you, please forg-“

You pulled your savior’s face towards you, and without hesitation, placed your lips upon his. Too long, had this moment been forgone, and the both of you knew it, as the archon gradually deepened the kiss, intertwining his hands through your hair. This was life. The clarity of it all, the energy surging into you from the points where your skin touched, the infinity of your lips melding against his. This is the god you worshipped and would lay your life down for. Without him, there is nothing.

His lips, initially hesitant, grew more confident, more desperate as they clung onto yours. His fingers were soft as they traced the back of your neck, as if trying to memorize each one of your vertebrae. A feral yearning, something only a dragon was capable of, was unhinging behind Rex Lapis’ ministrations, as you proudly latched yourself deeper into him. The silence of the parlor was now filled with heavy pants and the rustling of fabric, as the two of you clung onto each other, one not wanting to depart before the other.

As you felt the breath in your lungs dwindling, having given all of your life and energy to Rex Lapis’ mortal body, you pulled yourself off of him. Streaks of wetness along his cheeks glinted in the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. His hair had become undone in the minutes where he had been attached to you, and his face showed something of a quenched desperation. He was mortal, and he was perfect.

“Promise me. Promise me, that you will stay by my side forever.”

a/n: ohoho i hope you like it anon~ this is a little bit spicier than i usually write but tbh i kinda vibe w it

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #zhongli headcanons #zhongli imagines #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #genshin x y/n #zhongli #zhongli fanfiction

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sin-of-jess · 3 years

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Sub!Nejire x dom!male reader mirror sex

I absolutely love doing dom/sub stuff, and I was worried this was a little tame, I'm thinking of making some more kinkier one's thanks to this lol

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Nothing in this world is sexier than the face of Nejire Hado as she's sexually flustered. Her cheeks are constantly pink and little puffs of air are pushing past her barely parted lips. The more you work her up the more her body shakes and the mewls she lets out is enough to make me cum without being touched.

I shift her exceptionally long hair to expose her ear. "Look at yourself Nejire-chan..." I whisper, making sure that my lips are nearly touching her ear. A shiver runs down her spine and I suddenly get an idea. I lean over and pluck a hairband off her vanity, "Here, put your hair up so it doesn't get in the way."

She grabs it with shaking fingers, a curious look on her face as she reaches up and starts collecting her hair into her hands. As she twists and wraps her hair up in a bun I reach under her arms and begin gently running my hands across her underbust, my fingertips barely missing her nipples. I watch her skin tighten as her nipples grow harder than they already were.

Once her hair is safely tucked away I start to get more firm in my actions; she doesn't like her hair pulled so I always make sure it's safe from any accidental grabs. I grab her elbows and guide her hands so that they're placed far apart from each other in the mirror. I start placing kisses along her shoulder, "Spread your legs, baby," And she almost immediately does. "Good girl."

I rub my hands up and down her sides a few times before sliding my left hand across her firm ass and between her legs. She's already accumulated enough moisture on her pussy that the edge of her thighs are slick. My fingers easily slide across her folds and a faint moan comes from her when my finger slides across her clit.

"You're so wet, Nejire. Why don't you stick that pretty little ass out for me?" She softly agrees and arches her back. Not only is part of her sweet pussy in view at this angle, but it's caused her voluptuous chest to stick out even more. At this point, I had my clothes on, but the pressure was becoming too much and I finally let my pulsing dick free.

I slide my cock between her legs, the head poking out from her pussy lips in the front. I wrap my arms around her and go straight to her nipples, twisting and pinching them and watching as she starts to grind on me. I lean back and slap her ass a few times, a squeal coming from her after every hit.

I grip my cock at the base and rub the head up and down her pussy, collecting her juices along the way before placing it right at her hole. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Ngh, yes!" She speaks out.

I slap her ass again, "What was that?"

She whines, "Yes, sir!"

I lean over to watch her reaction to what I say next, "Fuck yourself on me then."

Excitement wells in me as her eyes widen, her blush spreading across her face more at the statement. She bites her lips, looking up and down at herself in the mirror before her mind is visibly made up. Her eyes roll back in her head before closing completely as she slowly impales herself on my cock. When she bottoms out she pauses, shifting her hips a little to get every last bit of me inside her.

I let her rock her hips back and forth on me for a while, just enjoying the view of her ass bouncing slightly every time she fills herself with me. I grow bored of the pace quickly, opting to grip her by the hips and plow into her. Her moans go from low and soft to loud as I drill into her, her body starting to fall forward from my thrusts.

I stop completely, a long and deep whine coming from her lips. I gently slap her back, "Back on your hands sexy, I wanna see those tits bounce while I fuck you." She does as told and leans back again, her chest on full view as I wanted. I speed up the pace and watch as her chest shakes along to my thrusting. Her mouth is open due to her constant moaning, her hands curling into fists as she struggles to stay up.

"I'm, I'm," She struggles to get out what she wants to say, but I can tell by how her pussy is twitching sucking me in that she's about to cum.

I wrap one arm around her and massage her one tit and start to slap her ass with the other, "You better wait, you can cum with me."

Her face twists in pleasure as I jackhammer into her, racing towards my own orgasm knowing she'll reach hers. I stop slapping her ass and wrap my hand around her throat, not choking her, just using the position as leverage to make it easier to plow into her as fast as I was.

"I can't hold on!" She wails out, her entire body convulsing as she squirts on my cock. It's enough for me and I let my head fall into her hair as I groan deeply, bottoming out and dumping my cum deep inside her. I cum harder than I thought I would, it takes a few moments of my balls twitching as I fill her to the brim.

I reach around for the final time and gently take her chin, "I want you to watch my cum drip out of that slutty little pussy." I tell her, her eyes darting down and waiting for the literal plug to come out. When my softening cock finally slips out of her, dribbles of my cum ooze out of her and drop onto her hardwood floor below us. I massage her thighs as I enjoy the show with her, my cock twitching at the lewd sight of it all.

When I look back at her face she's still blushing, a dazed smile glued to her lips. I give her a soft kiss below her ear, "You're so dazzling."

#nejire x reader #nejire hado x reader #nejire hado smut #x male reader #x male reader smut #bnha smut #mha smut

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jiminrings · 3 years

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Lunchbox lovers request:

So I would love to see a sit down talk between yoongi and mc. Just so like mc can sort her feelings out about everything, and like get advice about forgiving Kook. Idk, I just want those two to have a chat between besties.

-🐞

cold senior!y/n x stem major koo masterlist :D

yoongi will be on y/n’s team — always

“what do you want for dinner?”

yoongi had the best afternoon nap anyone could ever possibly have

it was a mid-afternoon nap actually and something about it just hit different this time

there’s days when it’s extremely warm y’know? not hot, but like uncomfortably warm

it was that uncomfortably warm afternoon when everyone’s collectively feeling sleepy?? turn the airconditioning on to its coolest and sleep without a shirt on and be surrounded by a pillow on both sides......?

yeah that afternoon nap awhile ago really put yoongi on a happy mood

he’s not asking what you want for dinner because he slept good :D

excellent afternoon naps aren’t the only things that make him this way!! lol you could also count days when he receives a random gift out of nowhere and the days when you replace the toothpaste instead of him

but really, whether or not he gets these instances, he genuinely just asks you what you want for dinner so he could either cook it or order it

“what do you want for dinner?” yoongi nudges you from your spot on the couch, about to invade your personal space again and lie down on your lap before you get to cooking

you only hum in response, your best attempt at returning his affection coming in the form of tussling his hair

“we already have dinner, yoongs.”

omg that’s nice then

“you already cooked dinner? even while i was still asleep? wow, look at you,” he praises you abundantly, attempting to pinch your nose when you dodge him

.... that’s the thing though

yoongi watches you visibly freeze when you were doing anything in the first place besides watch your show in a still position

“i didn’t.”

if your dorm was already silent, it became even mORE silent now

if you didn’t cook, then that means-

“jungkook brought dinner.”

yoongi finishes for you and it’s the far worse equivalent of two mothers bringing their own turkeys for thanksgiving

the show you’ve been rewatching is white noise at this point that you can’t recognize anything in this room besides yoongi

it’s been two weeks

that’s literally half a month

two weeks ever since jungkook’s been pouring active effort into working for your forgiveness and normalcy with him out of his own volition

alright maybe you’ll just focus on the gray streaks in yoongi’s new hair <3

and maybe he’ll just focus on the blue stain on your pink pajamas because he put them in the same load when they were newly-purchased <3

yeah but no you can’t do this forever

he can’t do this forever

you and yoongi can’t do this forever

the two of you can’t keep dancing around each other whenever the mention of jungkook pops up because the two of you have two dRASTICALLY different perspectives

right now, yoongi’s just awkwardly laying on your lap and he’s can’t even look up ay the ceiling

“do you wanna talk about it now?”

you end up caving by asking him first, a sigh of relief from holding it in which makes him relieved because he didn’t want to initiate that

“yeah, let’s talk,” he pulls himself up and he’s now looking at you with much embarrassment, “can we even have this conversation while completely sober?”

yoongi’s really rEALLY looking for a distraction to help ease this discomfort in his chest

okay you get where he’s coming from

“you mean you wanna share a joint with me while we have a long-overdue conversation?”

you chuckle at the mental image of yoongi seeing literal stars and freaking out about it, probably crying while he chats to you

“mhmmm. would probably calm our nerves. o-or maybe just mine, atleast.”

to be honest, he doesn’t even have quite a clue on wHY he’s nervous!! it’s the two of you and you’ve always been comfy with each other

that’s the whole foundation of your friendship — you’re fully comfortable with each other and the two of you find it difficult to be this comfy with anyone else

if he really delves deeper into it though, yoongi would know that the reason he’s so nervous for this conversation with you is because he doesn’t want to fight with you

you’d only have occasional tiffs and arguments ever once in a while, but never a fight!!

he’s not assuming that your conversation would turn into a fight, but that possibility scares him still because what if he loses you?

:(((

and if the two of you do fight, it would be over a junior named jungkook who broke your heart and probably insulted you to your core

he doesn’t want to romanticize it either, but if the two of you do fight, yoongi would want it to be something entirely else

he’s willing to have a fight about being messy and how it frustrates you so much

he’d pick a fight over his clingy habits and how it sometimes makes you feel insecure

he’d pick a fight over how he wants to be your number one best friend so bad that it’s beyond unhealthy he’s making it a competition

he’d want a fight over him being a lil insecure of seokjin at times because the two of you get along so well and know much mORE things than he ever could and he can’t always be included in the inside jokes

what yoongi doesn’t want is to fight over jungkook.

“that sounds nice,” you agree because maybe you too are feeling a little antsy, “but we could do that after.”

he nods, his hands curled to his lap that he only meets your eyes now

“okay.”

oh my god

what now

everything’s put out of the way and it’s now the part when you actually tALK

“are you mad at me?”

you take the first approach and it’s already heavy right from the start, the question weighing especially hard in your mind the past few weeks

“what? no. i could never be mad at you,” he answers just as quick and precise, “i’m mad at him.”

“and i understand that.”

you really do know where yoongi’s coming from because after all, you’re the receiving end of all of jungkook’s words at the time

but that’s the thing!!!

that’s tHEE thing that bothers yoongi the most

you have this feeling of guilt because you feel like you’re betraying yoongi in a way

“then why are you letting jungkook in again?”

it’s as if it’s a double-edged sword and merely entertaining jungkook would be a stab in the back to yoongi, even if you don’t owe him anything

“because i understand him too.”

yoongi deadpans at that, a tired sigh falling instinctively from his lips but his mind’s more awake now

“god, seriously?” he shakes his head and outstretches his hands to hold your shoulders in place. “y/n you are the most lovable person i know. you believe him when he told you otherwise-“

“i-i know it isn’t true. it’s not true when it comes from jungkook.”

your voice wavers but it’s not the only thing that’s coming in waves, your resolve blurring even more when you see yoongi fighting back his own tears

“but when it comes from me i-“

“it’s not true either.”

all that yoongi does is take you to his chest the moment your body feels limp with the sigh that escapes you, a knowing body of tears coming next

your parents’ divorce is the furthest thing from fresh but the impact it placed on you renews without warning, the thoughts coming in waves

they were sure to reiterate over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, but god the way that they never even bothered afterwards made you think otherwise

“i-i just feel like a placemarker and neither of them came back for me, y’know? don’t get me wrong, i love my aunt to pieces and she’s family and-“

your faint sobs rack your ribs and yoongi can feel them, a relief that your face is buried to his shoulder so that you wouldn’t see him cry

“jin and i are your family too.”

they are but deep down, you know it’s a whole other ball game

“b-but that’s because you’re unrelated to me. i don’t remind any of you of the other. i’m not your daughter.”

it really wasn’t as harsh as how your words cut out, but it just breaks yoongi’s heart to know how difficult is must have been and is for you

you mumble when you calm down enough, playing with a loose thread on the cardigan you’ve gifted him on his birthday this year

“jungkook didn’t know that sore spot. he couldn’t have, but i’m not defending him either, yoongi.”

you mean it with full sincerity and he’s trying to digest your words as best as he could before his bias gets the best of him

“it’s on him for being horrible to me, but it’s on me for relating what he said to what i felt a long time ago.”

yoongi opens and closes his mouth, but before he does, you’re lifting your head up to interrupt him

god he’s aLSO crying

“use the sleeves to wipe your snot, dumbo. it’s not even that expensive!!” you chuckle when you urge him to do so, making him both frustrated and sheepish because his goddamn snot interrupted you

you lean on his shoulder and stay that way, this time being a rare occurrence in which you cling to him like a koala

“and i know that he shouldn’t have said those things to me either way. i do.”

yoongi nods at that, capturing his point fully

he insists on patting you on the forehead, drawing circles and definitely not a penis as he drawls his words

“he can’t take back what he said, y/n.”

“but that doesn’t mean he can’t redeem himself, yoongs.”

you offer him a timid smile, turning into a bigger one when you know just the right approach to satiate him enough

“jungkook taking accountability is the bare minimum, though,” you chuckle when he nods eagerly to the point he gives himself whiplash, “which is why i’m being smart and haven’t fully forgave him yet.”

…

…..

yoongi sighs when the two of you spend the pause in silence, speaking in all honesty

“i don’t know if i can forgive the little shit.”

“you don’t need to.”

you say just as genuine, a reassuring smile on his face to ease the focused knot on his brows

“you don’t owe it to me, yoongs. i know what you’re thinking.”

you really do

he tends to look at you in high regard even when you tell him that he shouldn’t, and it leads to him with the mindset that he really should appease his best friend at all times

“i eventually will,” he admits quietly. “just not now.”

“that’s okay too.”

it was supposed to be another bout of silence but yoongi actually breaks this time, blurting out words once he felt that the coast was clear

he just needs to get this off his chest before this heart-to-heart moment dwindles

“i don’t want to sound weird, but you’re like, my platonic girlfriend, y’know? my soulmate in a very platonic way, but no one says either that your soulmate has to be in a romantic sense and-…”

you exclaim in relief, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you jolt him by the shoulders

“god, finally. i’ve always wanted to tell you that i feel the same. you’re my soulmate, i’m pretty sure. my very, very platonic boyfriend i live with.”

yoongi sighs, stares, then fiNALLY heartily laughs in relief

everything’s out of the way :)

“we’re good. we always will be.”

you’re about to get up to fulfill yoongi’s suggestion earlier, being cut short when he gently pulls you by your forearm when you stood

“i’ll always be on your team — you know that right?”

yoongi means it with his whole heart, just one more reminder he wants you to reaffirm in your mind for the night

“i’ll always be on yours too, yoongs.”

#AHHHHHHH THEY FINALLY GET TO TALK :D remember that the next update is the last installment for their (((chronological))) series!!!#the rest of the next updates would be miscellaneous so you can send in requests for that as early as now!!! FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U :D #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook college au #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff

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sunflowersoonyoung · 3 years

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rekindled | wooseok

w.c ↠ 2.4k

pairing ↠ wooseok x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ smut, dom!wooseok, spit kink, office au!, exes to lovers au!

description ↠ after dreaming about your ex for months, it’s impossible to swallow your heated desires when he shows up at your workplace.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, unprotected sex, dom themes

a/n ↠ omg I haven’t written here in months, but here I am - surprisingly alive lol. I’m sorry it took so long ;-; study has been rough but I finally managed to find the time. anyway, this is pretty hot and I hope y’all enjoy it. requested by @bunnybunnywoo

“Please treat our newest arrival with kindness.”

You numbly observed as your manager ushered forth a tall, neatly dressed male. He offered the team a small smile, adjusting the collared sleeves of his white button-up. Your coworkers chattered quietly, particularly the girls - undoubtedly fawning over his pretty features.

Jung Wooseok hardly had to introduce himself to you. You recognised him without any doubt, even with the minor details he had changed. After all, you knew him well.

When you had dated him, his hair had grown past his ears. You had watched him tuck away the soft locks numerous times during those times. Now it was inches shorter, and his fringe no longer grazed his eyes. It had been approximately a year since you had broken up, so you had expected some change. You had probably changed too.

It was an alarming coincidence that Wooseok had shown up now, amidst a peak in your sex drive, when all you had dreamt of recently was him. It was outrageous that he had shown up looking so good, too.

As he stood before your small group of coworkers, he seemed to skip over your presence. His smile remained constant, his hands folded behind his back as he bowed his head politely. You failed to take in a single word your manager spoke, absorbing every inch of Wooseok’s figure with unrestrained desire. You had missed him desperately, and now he was here.

As his introduction came to a close, the intrigue surrounding Wooseok died down, and everyone’s attention gradually returned to their computer screens.

You, however, were still dizzied by his vicinity. You could not help but watch as he was shown around the small office, listening in as he introduced himself to each worker. The pair arrived before you, and you tried to mask your excitement.

“This is (F/n)-ssi. She works under marketing.”

Wooseok’s eyes met yours, sparking shockwaves that travelled across your skin. The arousal you had been stifling escaped suddenly, and now you could feel the heat throbbing painfully between your legs. It was almost deplorable how such a simple gesture set you alight - but you had been craving him for so long, so it was unsurprising.

You were somewhat disappointed to see him merely smile at you. Though, you could see the cogs turning in his head, small lights of recognition twinkling in his eyes.

He was gone as quickly as he had appeared, cycling through the remaining people with haste. The remainder of the day he spent learning his intended role. You spent it sneaking glances at him from across the room.

Five o’clock arrived at a languid pace, and staff members around you had begun packing up when your manager called for attention.

“I’ve reserved a table at the usual place to celebrate the arrival of our recruit.”

A swell of applause and appreciative murmurs passed over the room. There was nothing like exchanging shot glasses of soju and plates of hot meat after a day at work, and the opportunity was rare.

As everyone began bustling through the door to walk to our usual hangout just a block away, you attempted to catch Wooseok on his way out.

You cleared your throat, nervously hovering behind him.

“It’s good to see you, Wooseok-ah.”

He tilted his head towards you curiously, his irises turning gold in the warm sunset light. The tips of his hair shone a syrupy brown. You were dazzled by the sight of him, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his thick rose-tinted lips, to his tan collarbone revealed barely by the collars of his shirt.

Wooseok offered you an earnest smile, veiled suggestiveness shining through his expression. You struggled to read him, unable to process much outside of the feeling that you were melting into the ground.

You were still staring at him when he turned away, following the trail of excited staff. Your interest went southwards. His well-fitted black suit pants provoked your imagination. You began picturing him naked, and suddenly the urge to take off those pants spiked.

Steeling yourself, you followed Wooseok - waiting with the rest of the group as someone locked the door behind you.

The brief walk to the restaurant was anxiety-inducing. You spent it trailing a few paces behind Wooseok, trying to quench the fire of arousal in your belly. You hoped some small talk and some food would help take your mind off of him.

As you filed inside the restaurant behind the team, you gasped as you met a wall of heat. The room was hot, illuminated by tangerine light and lined with dark wooden walls, the air thick with steam from the kitchen. Everyone took their seats around a long table centred in the room, you included. You looked up to see Wooseok peering at you, seated directly adjacent to you.

Your mind immediately went blank with panic. There was no way you would be able to sit opposite him without staring at him for practically the whole evening.

Platters of hot meat and vegetables and bowls of rice and broth were spread across the table, and the stream of conversation was interrupted. You were concentrating on pushing heaps of steaming white rice onto your plate when a hand appeared in your peripheral.

Wooseok was offering you a dish, his owl-like orbs gauging your reaction. It’s a plate of spicy cucumber salad, a thick crimson sauce coating slices of cucumber.

It had always been one of your favourite side dishes. Perhaps it shouldn’t have, but it surprised you that Wooseok remembered.

You grew warm and dizzy, accepting his gesture with a shy smile. He seemed pleased, a soft grin gracing his lips. Your heart fluttered; you were trying desperately not to react externally, swallowing the dizzying thoughts surrounding Wooseok.

The remainder of the evening you spend trying to keep your eyes off of him, or at the very least from lingering.

The restaurant was humid, which was evidently affecting Wooseok. There was a film of sweat over his forehead, dark strands of hair sticking to his slick skin. His cheeks were flushed pink. To help with the heat, he had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his forearms.

His appearance was highly seductive. A different sort of heat was pooling between your legs, applying a throbbing pressure that made you increasingly dizzier by the moment. All of the dreams you had had of him over the past months were growing persistent. You were horny, desperate for Wooseok. Desperate to have him alone.

Your arousal is probably starting to become visible. Your breathing was staggered, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and pushing your thighs together for some relief.

Abruptly, Wooseok stood, his chair scraping against the floorboards as he pushed it out from beneath himself.

“Thank you for dinner,” he spoke, bowing deeply, “is it okay if I head home early?”

A chorus of agreement passed over the table, and Wooseok bowed for a second time. His interest passed over you, a curious expression painting his features. It only served to make you even more hungry for him. Unexpected courage washed over your skin as you watched him leave. You stumbled onto your feet, clumsily excusing yourself as well.

“Wooseok-ah!” You called into the night, mouth dry with anxiety.

He was a few metres ahead, practically glowing in the dark atmosphere. Tasting the corner of his mouth with his tongue, he seemed to be contemplating something, so you hurried closer.

“I-I missed you,” You stammered, “You look really good.”

A gradual smile warmed his face, and he ate up the gap between you, affectionately cupping your cheek to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. Tingles explode across your skin like electricity - as if it was the first time he had touched you with his lips. You swayed on your feet, giddy.

“I missed you too,” he chuckled sincerely.

You hesitated, a question heavy on the tip of your tongue.

“I was wondering…”

Embarrassment crept to the tips of your ears as you began to speak, before Wooseok interrupted you and finished the question for you.

“Want to come home with me?”

You relaxed your head against his chest, nodding shyly in a wordless response.

Stepping inside Wooseok’s apartment, you were temporarily distracted by the familiar scent that wafted past your nose. Though it was a different place you were used to, it still belonged quite certainly to him.

Your attention swiftly shifted to Wooseok himself, who had closed the door behind him and was now advancing upon you. His tall figure was growing dangerously close, inky eyes boring into yours from above.

“Mm, you’ve hardly changed at all,” he mumbled, tilting his head towards yours, “it’s still obvious when you’re turned on.”

You exhaled a trembling breath, leaning on your toes just to close the space between your lips. You could feel Wooseok smile and purr as you finally made contact. It was a pleasant sensation, his deep voice dropping straight to the bottom of your gut. His palm met the wall behind you, promptly caging you in with his body.

His lips were full, and he had savoury flavoured saliva; somehow, it was better than you remembered. You could feel his humid breath against your cheek. He left you desperate for more as he withdrew, his cheeks flushed with colour.

“Not here,” he murmured, clasping his large hands over yours.

He led you through his entrance hall into a modestly decorated apartment, his long fingers interlaced with yours.

Gesturing for you to take a seat on his sofa, he awkwardly hovered before joining you, keeping consistent eye contact as if trying to read your face. He sat closely, his thigh pressing against yours.

Without much thought, you reached up and combed your fingers through his hair, which was almost impossibly soft. Your hand slid down his temple, resting on his cheek - which was warm to touch.

Wooseok leant forward, kissing you again, lowering his weight on you till you could not help but fall back against the sofa cushions.

His tongue teased yours, thumb gently pressing against your chin for better access. Your head was empty of thoughts except for him, how he tasted, how he smelt, the feeling of his chest pressing against yours.

Wooseok withdrew, a strand of saliva connecting your parted lips - replacing his tongue with his thumb. You sucked, tasting the tip of his thumb with your tongue and burning beneath the attention he was giving you.

“Open your mouth,” he hummed, and you obeyed. He grinned before casually dribbling a globule of spit onto your tongue. It tasted mildly sweet, and you made a show of swallowing obviously before offering him a devilish smile. A low groan bubbled up in his throat in response.

“I want to taste you,” you breathed, your gaze travelling dazedly from his beautiful features to his button-up shirt to his deliciously tight pants.

He raised an eyebrow, tongue running along his bottom lip.

“No need to ask, baby.”

You repositioned so that he sat on the sofa, legs parted with you seated on the floor between them. Your hands were trembling as you unzipped his suit pants, despite having been with him countless times in the past.

His cock was pretty with a glistening pink tip, soft but also not and warm between your palms. You could feel the drool collecting in your mouth as you gradually rubbed it, rolling the head beneath your thumb and feeling it grow slick. Wooseok moaned, lulling his head back against the back of the couch.

You knelt over him, easing the length down your throat till your nose grazed his lower belly, his cock meeting the back of your throat. It had been a while since you had given head, so you gagged a little in response.

“Don’t push yourself,” Wooseok hummed, running his fingers through your hair, gathering strands and pushing them off of your forehead.

Ignoring his gentle suggestion, you began to work him at a slow pace, swirling your tongue simultaneously. You gradually built up the speed, relishing every sweet sound that spilt out into the air from his chest. Painful arousal was throbbing between your legs; you could practically feel the moisture dripping into your underpants.

“That’s enough,” Wooseok was surprisingly demanding when he finally interrupted you, seizing a fistful of your hair and dragging your head from his lap. You’re still dizzy and flustered from the blowjob, barely able to recognise his intentions.

He bends you over the arm of the sofa, blood rushing to your head as you lean on your stomach. You feel the skin of your backside against the cool air as he flips up your skirt, your damp underwear cold against your dangerously hot pussy. Wooseok took a moment to admire your ass, his hands massaging the flesh before pressing his fingertips to your clothed clit. You groan in relief as he applies much-needed pressure.

“Please,” you manage to gasp, though the words are barely recognisable.

“Please, what?”

He’s teasing you, and it sounds even more enticing in his low voice.

“Please fill me up, Wooseok-ah.”

Wooseok was quick to respond, pushing your underpants out of the way and gently pressing the head of his cock against your pussy. An unrestrained exclamation escapes your lips as he slides his way inside you, utilising your natural lubricants to his advantage.

It felt incredible, shockwaves of pleasure bursting in your lower belly as he bottomed out inside you. Stress from months without sex began melting out of you, and you could feel yourself drowning in unadulterated excitement.

“Wooseok,” you huffed, leaning back into his pistoning hips, unable to control your body which he was practically throwing against the sofa.

“I missed hearing you say my name,” he growled, squeezing your backside with one hand. You could only assume how he looked right now - with sweat-thick skin, blushed cheeks and a gritted jaw. The mere thought of the image combined with the blood pounding by your ears drove you closer to a dizzying orgasm.

Every second seemed to pass too quickly. You buried your nails into the arm of the sofa as your pussy began to pulse.

“I-I’m going to-,” you couldn’t even splutter out the entire sentence before you came, spiralling into the most intense orgasm you had had for a long time. You could no longer distinguish Wooseok’s strokes, practically sobbing in pleasure.

He emitted a loud cry before pulling out, cumming all over your back.

The room was filled with both of your breathing, the desire to sleep weighing on your eyelids.

“Can’t believe you just came on my blouse,” you mumbled, barely able to muster up the ounce of disbelief in your tone.

“You can just wear one of my shirts.”

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I guess the sane sibling (as in the one who isn't interested in their stepsibling not-platonically) is a rule to have a incest or pseudo-incest kink but it's just saddens my perverted sick fuck self 😭 I just wanted to yandere!step-bro Tamaki to be his creepy shy so I could (probably kill him in the process) worship his cock knowing the boy would jest get SO overwhelmed 🥴 I'm sorry but I want him to stuff his lil sis with his cum while he sobs 😭 when he sees it oozing out he would RIP

When I write a character to be yandere, it’s usually my intent to not glorify their behavior. If I were in the situation as reader, it would feel like a horror movie, bc yandere actions are so not cash money.

But I’m able to write like, non-yandere smut y’all. I’m still a dark content blog, and I’ll write kinks that are a bit.... well, dark, obvs lol you just gotta ask!

and since you did -

(What to expect - incest, NSFW, unsafe sex, blowjobs, consensual sex, toys)

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“Tamaki?”

Your brother came around the corner, backpack still slung on his shoulder. Socked feet padded towards you on the couch, the ravenette shrugging his backpack off and gently setting it on the floor by the couch, before joining you as you sat on the plush cushions.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked, setting your textbooks on the coffee table in front of you before leaning against your older brother, rubbing his arm a little bit.

Both of you were in college, taking classes, working on the weekends to pay for the tiny little apartment you shared.

Tamaki looked tired, eyes downcast, soft frown on his lips, shoulders slumped. he was a shy man, but he didn’t usually look so..... defeated when he normally returned home after class.

“Mm.” The man hummed, sinking against you, melting into your touch.

“You look tired ‘Maki.”

He hummed again, closing his eyes as he brought his feet up, curling them underneath him as he pressed against you. The soft sweater he was wearing brushed against your bare arms, a little bit of your exposed thigh.

You weren’t shy about what you wore around the house, but for your brother’s sanity, you tried to keep somewhat covered, foregoing sports bras and wearing tank tops instead, ditching booty shorts for slightly longer (but not by much) shorts that covered you more fully.

Wearing less clothing meant Tamaki was clumsier, fumbling with the remote, bumping against things while he walked, bright red flush coloring his cheeks and melting to his collarbones, all because his eyes were glued to you.

Plus, it meant the man struggled with constant erections. He tried to hide it, embarrassed at his body no matter how many times you’d told him you adored it.

Your brother was shy, too shy to come to you and initiate, to find relief where you so gladly offered it.

That just means you had to get real good at noticing when he needed to relax a little.

You pushed Tamaki upright, ignoring his cute whine as you slid off the couch to kneel in front of him, dancing your fingers along his jean-clad thighs.

“Tell me how your day went.”

Your hands gently pushed his thighs open, watching your brother’s lips part with a gasp as you handled him. His head fell back against the couch, dark hair falling away from his eyes.

He was so pretty.

“Uhm, it was nice.”

“Mmhm.” You unzipped his jeans, slowly peeling the fabric down, your brother lifting his hips to help you out, his hands clutching at his soft sweater.

Boxers came next, Tamaki gazing down at you with red cheeks as you slipped them off his legs.

“Well, I-I woke up on time this morning, and I made it to class before the professor.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Praise easily tumbled from your lips as you wrapped a loose hand around Tamaki’s pretty pink cock, squeezing the shaft gently.

“Bio and psych went well, I got my test scores for my language class, and-and I got a B+.” His breath hitched as you took your hands off his cock, bringing a palm up to your mouth so you could wet it with your tongue, get it nice and slick for when you touched him again.

“I-I ate lunch with Mirio... and then I had math...” HIs voice was getting quieter, mumbling.

Math was never his strong suit, and you know it was one of his most-hated classes. Luckily, it was just once a week, on Tuesdays.

“How’d that go?” Your hands were on his cock again, wet with your spit, twisting around his length slowly as you moved them up and down.

“Uh, it-it went alright. I-I just ha-hate math.” Tamaki whimpered, his hips bucking up a little as you squeezed his tip, watching precum bead before bubbling over.

“Mm, well, maybe you can tell me some of the concepts? I might be able to help you out with homework.”

Tamaki couldn’t even nod, nor thank you for your offer before you were slurping his cock into your mouth. The man cried out, soft voice rising in pitch as you swallowed around him.

You fluttered your eyelashes up at him, but that didn’t get his attention, so you resorted to a gentle tap to his thigh to remind him to keep talking.

“Oh, oh, uhm... There’s..... ah...s-statistics. We-we’re learning how to.... how to display, and de-scrIBE-oh!” He lurched upwards, fingers flying to your hair as you used your tongue to play with the opening at the top. You could feel his little sweater paws as Tamaki gently fisted your hair.

Another gentle tap to his thigh.

“There’s also-also.... ohhh, uhm-ah! There’s.... prob-probablity, and I don’t.... unhh, unh-don’t get it at-at all...” His sentence ended on a breathy whine as you began bobbing your head. His voice was so cute, so pretty just like the rest of him, smooth and sweet.

“Oh, (Y/N), yes, yes! Can I-can I cum? Please?”

It had only been a few minutes, but Tamaki was close to the edge, slim thighs tensing behind your head as you considered his request.

You popped off his length, licking your lips and ignoring his pleading whine.

“Of course baby boy, always-” A soft kiss was laid against his thigh, and Tamaki threw his head back, thin chest heaving underneath his cute sweater, his face bright red.

He got overwhelmed at the littlest things.

Once his cock was back in your mouth, it took a tiny bit of work to bring him to the edge, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue, hollowing your cheeks and really sucking.

Those pretty moans echoed throughout the tiny apartment, filling up the space, filling your ears, making you want to smile. He was a sweet man, and you were glad to be so close to him.

A moment more and he was cumming, hot seed dripping down your throat, his fingers twisted in your hair, balls drawn up and pulsing against your chin.

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“Tamaki, you already got to cum and I didn’t.” You pouted, sitting on your bed.

You had helped your younger brother wash-up, licking his spent cock clean before tucking him back into your pants. Climbing up into his lap to boop his nose and whisper an “I love you” into his ear, grinding against his thigh in the process.

He had gotten his release, and now you were hungry for your own.

“Don’t be greedy-” Your fingers plunge into your cunt over and over, palm grinding against your clit as you stretch yourself out, watching Tamaki through hooded eyes as he sits obediently at the foot of your bed.

“Please, I-I just wanna t-touch myself a l-little?” His hands are pinching at his bare thighs, desperate to fist themselves around his dripping cock. You’d told him to be good and stay still and watch as you got yourself ready, and he had been.

Tamaki was just needy.

“Okay, but just a little, okay? No cumming.”

“Thank you, oh, thank you-” The man breathes, hands flying to wrap around his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips bucked up a little towards the pressure.

You giggle a little at how cute he is, those big indigo eyes focusing back onto you again, dropping to your wet fingers as you eagerly fuck yourself on them.

But it’s not enough, and you want more.

A quick search through your bedside drawer and you find your vibrator, quickly flicking it on, watching Tamaki gulp as you bring it against your cunt. You sigh as it makes contact, the buzzy, rumbly sensation traveling through your thighs as you easily grind your hips forward against the wand.

“Mmh, I’ve been thinking... ooo, that feels so nice.” You moan, placing a hand behind you so you can steady yourself as you begin to hump against your vibrator. “I’ve been thinking though, that I should get you some-oh-get you some toys.”

Tamaki whimpers, high and pitched, and you smile when his cock visibly throbs. The man has to clench a fist around the base, squeezing hard to stop himself from humming.

“You like that idea? Yeah?”

He nodded, hair bobbing as his head moved enthusiastically.

“You’d look so pretty with a cock ring, mm, you would. And-oh, I could get one that vibrates, and it’ll feel like heaven when you fuck me.”

Your pussy was gushing, throbbing against the wand. You didn’t want to cum too soon, so you flicked it off, before crawling towards your brother.

“We could get you a nice little plug, maybe one that vibrates? And you could keep it in allllll day. You could go to class with it, and jerk yourself off in the bathrooms. I’d love if you sent me a video of you moaning my name as you cum into the toilet.”

The man whined again, his hips bucking up.

You giggled, rising to your knees so you could straddle the man, a hand finding his hard cock beneath you, lining it up to your dripping cunt.

“Would you like that ‘Maki?”

“Yes, yes-oh s-so much, please, that sounds-gUH!” His words choked off into a pathetic moan as you sank down on his length, and you sigh at the feeling of fullness.

Tamaki presses a hand over his mouth, embarrassed by the needy moans that he’s unable to suppress, hips bucking up against your warmth, trying to seat himself deeper.

“Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you. You feel so good inside me.” You coo, using your thighs to bounce a little on his cock.

His hand falls to the side, and you lean forward to kiss him, letting your tongue play with his, slick, wet sounds filling the room.

And then you tell him to fuck you.

The man doesn’t hold back, greedy, slender hands fixing themselves around your waist as his hips work, pushing himself inside your cunt again and again and again.

Both of you are breathing heavily, and it feels so good, the way he fucks you.

“Oh fuck, keep going, ‘m almost there!” You pant, reaching a hand down to play with your clit, four fingers rubbing across the little nub as you climb higher and higher.

And when you cum, it’s with a full-body shudder, a cry tumbling from your lips as you slam your hips against your brothers.

Tamaki tumbles over the edge soon after, barely managing to pull free from your slick cunt before his cock is bursting with cum, painting the soft skin of your tummy with his release.

You rest against him, laying your head on his shoulder as you pant onto his skin, satisfied and warm.

When you gather your bearings, you shuffle off his lap, searching through the covers to wind the wand you’d previously dropped.

“You’re such a good boy ‘Maki, but I wanted you to cum inside-” You were pouting again as you held up the vibrator, waving it in the air.

Tamaki looked like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide. “W-what?”

“I’m gonna play with you a bit until you get hard again, and then I’m going to put your tip inside me-just the tip- and you’re going to cum while I use the vibrator on you, got it?”

The man shivers in anticipation, and you smile.

You love each other so much.

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