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[v1x3n]

innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that

how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.

you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.

he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.

sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.

the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.

you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.

you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.

toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"

[elysianwayy77]

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[rosittas]

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[pochaccoups]

cw — a fluffy dad!cheol moment with his baby girl (ft. mom!reader)

“Appa, your hair is so long.”

Seungcheol’s daughter’s tiny fingers curl into the strands of his dark brown hair as he carries her from her bedroom to the bathroom. She’s right—it sweeps down the back of his neck, his bangs falling over his cheekbones. It’s the longest it’s been in years.

He sits her upon the counter facing the mirror and asks, “Yeah? Do you like it?” while batting his lashes. You’ve always told him he’s a princess raising a princess.

“I like it because it looks like mine!” she says, grabbing at her own hair. It doesn’t really, except maybe the colour, but she’s three and wants to look like her dad, so who is anyone to correct her?

He smiles fondly, his heart brimming with warmth as he grabs her toothbrush and hands it to her, squeezes a dot of toothpaste on it and watches her little hand make clumsy circles over her teeth. When she’s done, he rinses the sleep from her eyes and pats her delicate skin dry, and then it’s time to do her hair.

By now, Seungcheol has become an expert in hairstyling, probably more than even you are, having taken it on as one of his parental duties. He brushes it out, gathers half of it into one pigtail and secures it, then gathers the other half into another pigtail and secures it.

“What clips would you like, my love?” he asks, shaking the little box of her colourful hair clips.

“Uhhh, these!” she chirps, picking out a pair of pink ones with bunny faces on them.

His heart is doing spins and tumbles over his baby girl, and three years on he still can’t believe that something this cute is his creation. Although, he too can believe it because she’s also your creation. Still, every day he finds himself in awe that you had given him such a perfect little human. And she’s just sitting there, blinking at her reflection in the mirror as he slides the clips into the front of her hair and kisses the top of her head when he’s all done.

“So pretty,” he says, and he’s about to pick her up again until she makes a polite request.

“Appa, can I do your hair now?”

If she asked for the world, he would give it to her.

“Yes, baby, of course,” he says, and scoops her up into his arms. He grabs some of the storage boxes filled with hair bands and elastics, too. “Come on, we’ll go to the sitting room.”

Seungcheol places his daughter on the couch and settles himself on the floor in front of her so that she can reach his head. He’s not sure why he sits facing her, though it might be a subconscious inability to take his eyes off her, but she’s only three and she doesn’t question things too much, so she gets right to work.

Dainty fingers pull his fringe into one bunch at the top of his head and Seungcheol finds himself laughing already. He hands her an elastic and all she can really do is loosely loop his hair through it with intense concentration on her soft features that makes Seungcheol grin.

“Want me to tie it, my love?” he offers, reaching up when she nods to wrap it around his hair a few times. As he does that, she picks out a clip with a pink bow on it and slides it onto the front.

Her laughter bubbles through the room immediately, and Seungcheol’s chest flutters with affection.

“Appa, you look like Kkuma!” she exclaims, and he’s pulling his phone out of his pocket to open his camera, only to find that he, indeed, is a mirror image of his beloved Coton de Tulear. He snaps some selfies, makes sure to get his baby girl’s timid smile in them too.

“Should we go show mama?” he asks. She nods vigorously, so he plucks her into his arms, shuffling to the home office where you’ve been cooped up since 8 a.m. Bothering you is not an issue; you’d given him explicit permission to bother you unless you’re in a meeting, because otherwise your ‘job’ is you sitting there and playing mouse and keyboard.

Seungcheol lets his daughter be the one to knock on the door. In response, they hear a “yes?” in the form of your anticipatory voice. Seungcheol nudges the door open, heart warming at the sight of you in your comfiest attire, your hair pulled out of your face carelessly so that he can see every pretty feature that you graced your daughter with.

“Little princess did my hair,” he announces, pouting, winking, raising his eyebrows like he’s in a shoot. “What do you think?”

You can’t stop yourself from bursting into laughter immediately, nor can you stop yourself from leaving your chair and moving towards them so you can grab your husband’s cheeks.

“Oh, honey, you look so pretty,” you cry through giggles, watching as pink spreads over his cheeks. Affection boils inside you and you don’t resist the urge to kiss him, giving his lips a soft peck. “It suits you, appa.”

“I did it!” your baby squeals. She wants her credit, of course.

“Yes, you’re amazing, my love,” you gush, playing with the pigtails her father did. “Are you gonna do his hair like yours next?”

She gazes up at him with her big bug eyes, and you can only guess that she’s deciding that his current style is old news. “Yeah!”

“Alright then, go and do that and come back and show me, yeah?” you offer, smiling softly as she nods.

Seungcheol turns to leave, but before he can, you grab him by his shirt and bring your lips to his ear. “Don’t even think about cutting it, you hear me?”

He doesn’t have to say it for you to know when your husband has been contemplating a haircut. It’s a little longer, a little harder to manage, and you wonder how, after all the years you’ve spent gushing over his longer styles, he still hasn’t gotten it in his head to let it grow.

You free him, satisfied with image of (feigned) fear on his face. You catch him winking right before he closes the door.

[jiwuu]

𓈒 ㅤ୨୧^. .^ ㅤ𓈒 covering jungwon in lip stains

0.5k── fmr x yang jgw, est. relationship, pda

lazy days with jungwon were your favorite kind of days.

no alarms, no real plans. just the two of you tangled up in your little shared apartment, the love of your life walking around in sweatpants and messy hair, sunlight pooling through the windows.

perfect.

also perfect: your evil little secret. every time jungwon wasn’t looking, you were swiping on a new layer of your favorite lipstick. and every few minutes when he least expected it, you’d pepper his face with random kisses — a peck on the cheek when he reached for the remote, a smooch on the jaw when he passed by you to grab a snack, a quick kiss to his temple when he was hunched over his phone.

he laughed it off at first, just wiping the smudges away lazily with the sleeve of his hoodie.

when he eventually stood up, saying he needed to run to the store real quick, you grabbed his face, kissed all over his cheeks, his nose, the tip of his forehead — and sent him out the door like that, waving innocently as he slipped on his shoes.

twenty minutes later, he came stomping back into the apartment, plastic bags dangling from his fingers.

“baby.”

you looked up from the couch, blinking innocently. “hm?”

he set the bags down with a dramatic sigh. “why was everyone in the store looking at me weird?”

you tried to bite back your smile, but failed miserably. “look in the mirror wonnie.”

confused, he wandered into the hallway where the full-length mirror was — and you heard the gasp.

“YN!” his voice echoed through the apartment like a scandalized cat.

you burst out laughing, tears welling up in your eyes when he stormed back into the living room — his entire face covered in lipstick marks. cheekbones, jawline, forehead, even the corner of his mouth. little pink smudges everywhere like you were trying to show your love all across his skin.

“you sent me out like this?” he cried, pointing dramatically at his face.

you only giggled harder, laughing into the pillow.

he didn’t hesitate. in two seconds flat, he tackled you onto the couch, pinning you under him as you shrieked and kicked weakly, laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

“nope,” he said nuzzling his face into your neck despite the lipstick. “this is what you get.”

“jungwon you're getting lipstick on me!”

“i dont care. you’re my prisoner now.” he squished your cheeks between his hands, smearing even more lipstick across both your faces. “you’re sentenced to cuddles forever.”

“that’s not a punishment.”

his eyes softened instantly — melting into the boy you fell in love with, the boy who would let you mark up his whole face just because it made you laugh.

he kissed your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, trailing soft, slow kisses wherever he could reach.

“whatever,” he murmured against your skin, wrapping his arms tight around you. “i wasn’t planning on ever letting you go anyway.”

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author ୨୧ should i write my fics in lowercase like this from now on idk why i kind of love it like this its so casual

[nugwon]

jealous sex with wonie i beg

★ immediately, yes. again.

he hadn’t said a word since the party.

not when you reached for his hand on the walk back to the car. not during the stiff, silent ride home. not even when you unlocked the door and stepped inside the dim glow of your shared apartment. you could feel the heat radiating off him — not physical, but emotional. sharp and cutting like a blade that hadn’t yet been drawn.

it wasn’t until the bedroom door clicked shut behind you that you heard his voice, low and controlled, the kind of quiet that vibrated through the floor before it ever touched your ears. “you really think i didn’t see it y/n?"

he didn’t look at you. just stood there for a long moment, eyes fixed on the floor, hands flexing slowly at his sides. it was all so quiet you could hear your own breath, shallow and guilty, catching in your chest like it was stuck. “hm,” he said, like the word tasted foul. your silence told him everything.

“his hands near your waist. his eyes fucking you, undressing you. and you entertained it." you stayed still. you didn’t trust yourself to speak — not when his voice had dropped that low, not when you could see the jealousy simmering just beneath the surface of his skin. it wasn’t loud or unhinged. it was worse than that. it was measured.

"jungwon i.." you tried to say something — anything — but your voice caught on the way his stare pinned you in place, the weight of his disappointment crashing over you harder than the anger ever could. his jaw clenched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he shook his head slowly.

“i thought you loved me y/n.” he tilts his head, this was a test. he knew you loved him, he was willing to see how far youd go to prove it though. when he stepped forward, it wasn’t rushed or sudden. it was quiet and deliberate — like a storm rolling in at its own pace, knowing full well there’s no shelter from it.

he didn’t touch you yet. he just stood in front of you, taller, broader, angry in the way only someone who loves you too much could be. "i do love you wonie," you told him, rubbing your arm softly. you wanted to make him mad tonight but you never thought it would be like this. “you don’t let someone else look at you like that. not when you’re mine. not when i give you everything.”

he finally touched you then, one hand cupping your jaw — not harsh, but firm, grounding. "my baby.." his thumb swept across your cheek in a gesture so painfully tender it made the tension in your stomach coil tighter. he sighed, looking at your dress in the mirror sitting behind you. he never blamed anyone for looking at you the way they do, you had the body, the look, the drive.. that radiating confidence.

“you think he could touch you the way i do?” he whispered, words falling from his mouth like silk over fire. “you think he could fuck you the way i do? that he could make you scream, make you cry, make you beg?” he leaned in until his breath fanned against your lips, eyes flicking between yours like he was memorizing the guilt there — or the desire.

“you wanna act like you forgot who you belong to?” his voice dropped into something darker. “let me remind you.”

and then it all shattered. his hands were on you — stripping your clothes like they offended him, dragging the fabric off your body until you were bare before him, exposed and vulnerable and burning under his gaze. he pushed you back onto the bed, didn’t speak a word, just stared at you like he was trying to decide which part of you he was going to ruin first.

he undressed slowly, methodically, like he was giving you time to stew in the silence, to feel the weight of what you’d done. his belt hit the floor with a soft thud. his shirt slipped off his shoulders, revealing the sharp lines of his chest and arms — tense with restraint, with barely-contained rage and something far more dangerous: need. all without breaking eye contact.

when he finally climbed over you, the mattress dipped beneath his weight, and your breath hitched. he didn’t ask. he didn’t tease. he just lined himself up and pushed inside in one, long, deep stroke — his breath stuttering like he’d been waiting for this moment all night. his body pressed flush against yours, hand coming up to grip your throat just enough to still you, to make sure you were looking at him.

“feel that?” he growled, voice low and ragged. “no one else gets to fuck you like this. no one else gets to hear the sounds you make when you’re this full. this wrecked.” his thrusts started slow — deep, teasing you — as if he wanted to carve the shape of his cock into you, brand you from the inside out. his other hand gripped your thigh and spread you wider, pinning you open for him, your body completely his to use, to claim.

he didn’t stop talking. not this time. not when every word seemed to melt into your skin, hot and sharp and unforgettable. you moans echoing through his ears and off the walls. “i want you to remember this. next time someone looks at you like they’ve got a chance? i want you to think about how i fuck you. how i make you mine over and over until you can’t fucking walk straight.”

your nails dug into his shoulders, your mouth open but no sound coming out — the pleasure building, unbearable. he fucked you through it, going harder, going faster. relentless, watching every twitch of your body, every cry that left your lips as you begged to cum.

“do it,” he growled. “cum on my cock. let me hear how sorry you are.”

and when you finally did — shaking and sobbing and clinging to him — he let go too, moaning your name like a prayer, spilling into you with a possessive grunt that sent a shiver down your spine.

after, he stayed inside you, his weight grounding, his breath still harsh in your ear. one arm slid around your waist, pulling you in tighter, and the hand that once gripped your throat now brushed softly down your back. “you’re mine,” he whispered again, quieter now. like it wasn’t a threat anymore — just a truth. a vow. and this time, you didn’t need to say a word. he already knew.

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[lachatalovematcha]

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[mothbvckett]

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[strawberrymura]

guys trust this is gonna be me one day :D

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[okwonyo]

MEOW ？ ◜ ᴗ ◝ （ sjy ） ｡｡⠀

୨୧ bringing a kitty home !

❪ 𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖬𝒾𝖮 ❫ 제이크 & fem ! rea 🐈 fluff established relationship ㅋㅋ skinship kissing ── 사랑｡ REBLOG FOR A CAT !

“welcome home, my love,” jake greets you after opening the door. he leans in to give a kiss to his wife, whom he missed dearly, but he halts in the middle of his action. “what is that?”

“our new baby,” you bring the cat closer to his face as you answer.

jake stays quiet for a moment. he stares at the pet comfortable in your arms, held softly in the hands of the one he loves. the kitten, which was asleep for a while, opens its eyes in a slow motion. they both hold eye contact.

jake blinks, tilts his head to the side and the cat does the same—as if it was making fun of him. when he looks at it for a little too long, he swears it looks like one of his friends.

his eyes fall on the hand holding the baby animal. they trail over your delicate fingers and stop at the shining rock on that one. then, naturally, he ends up looking at you, who is looking at the cat as if you birthed it. he chuckles.

he steps beside you, running his hand down your back to make you go inside the house. he closes the door behind him and you stay still— too busy patting the cat in your arms.

his hand reaches the top of your head, and he pats you too. through a quiet laugh, he sighs fondly, “princess, we already have a pet.”

you both look down at layla at your feet. you greet her in the soft voice you always use, as if she was a baby. honestly, it makes jake weak in the knees. but you don’t need to know that, do you?

when you turn your head to his direction, your husband realizes that he has started to pat your head absentmindedly. it doesn’t bother you that much, it seems.

“yes, it’s true,” you tell him, and he swears the cat gets closer to your chest. “but look at this orange tabby, our new kid.”

jake does look at it. the longer he does and the more a familiar face appears on the cat— he swears he has seen that cute look before!

“you know,” he starts, trailing his eyes off the orange tabby to look at you straight in the eyes. he runs his tongue over his lips gently before biting down a smile. he pats your hair as he whispers, “if you want kids so bad, we can find time, you know?”

you fake disgust: wearing a grimace that makes jake burst out of laughing as you push him away with your shoulder. “you are so gross,” you end up laughing too. “not in front of our children!”

you walk off with the new found child of yours, staring to the bedroom. jake hates to see you but, in these jeans, he loves to see you leave. and he guesses the kitten will stay in the house from now on.

he shrugs, “happy wife, happy life.” then he follows you for the welcome kiss you forgot to give him.

분지 ܃ this was very very fun and silly to write ^^ i hope you liked it :O

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[sinkuna]

୨୧ — “K-Kento~ m-my tummy!” You whimper as Nanami’s cock destroys your guts, your poor overworked womb bloated with his seed, “I-y-you’re s’too big~! nnnnhhh~”

He only smiles at your cute noises, you were such a gorgeous mess, his gorgeous mess. The fact it was him doing this to you made him feel so proud. Never did he think he would end up in a serious relationship. Especially one with such a beautiful, sweet soul- breaking someone like you, splitting you open with his cock and trying to knock you up made it that much better.

His hands were gentle on your hips despite his punishing pace, his teeth nipping at your neck in a way that made your knees tremble, “poor thing. I should slow down, shouldn’t I?“

You moan at the sound of his voice, your body trembling beneath him at his teasing tone and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck, “N-no~! Don't stop~ Pl-please kento~ mn’need you ~”

Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper into your sloppy depths, his cock rubbing perfectly against your gummy walls until you see stars… making your eyes roll back into your head. Each time those thick veins of his rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure clouded your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts, turning you into a babbling mess for your dear sweet Nanami. It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his, molding your insides to the shape of his cock.

“M-my insides! Y-your c-cock~ -your cu-cum~! I can feel it sloshing in me, o-ohhh~ H’ah~!!”

You unravel like a cheap sweater- coming undone for what feels like the thousandth time, every part of you aching and exhausted… and still, Nanami continues pounding away- relentlessly fucking your delicate cunt. His cock so massive that it feels like he’ll tear the rim of your asshole. The thought of being split by his cock had you cumming again, a strangled cry forced from your throat.

The way he groans as he blows his load once more makes your toes curl, and when you sense the rush of heat that comes with his climax, you're left writhing, his cock buried so damn deep inside you that it feels like it's piercing your stomach... The shape of his cock bulging in your lower tummy the final thing you see before your vision blurs and everything fades to black...

[briiverse]

me if wanting to make a dr out of any piece of media i consume was a crime

[fooooooxie]

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[raspberrirot]