#But because I like making skirts into pants.

[svtiddiess]

Prescription For Pussy

Synopsis: With Mingyu hidden under your desk as the intern keeps you occupied, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. But your playful antics only seem to fuel his desperation, turning him into a whimpering, eager puppy beneath you.

Pairing: husband!nurse!Mingyu x wife!doctor!reader ft. medical intern!Chan

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol!au, medical! au, mini-series

Rating: mature

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: petnames (puppy), public sex (Chan is in the room with them but can't see what they're doing), sub!Mingyu, dom!Y/N, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dry humping, Mingyu cumming in his pants, lemme know if I missed anything!

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Raising an eyebrow, you fold your arms across your chest and fix Mingyu with a deadpan look as he casually makes himself comfortable on your desk.

"Don't you have better things to do than bother me?" you sigh.

"Nope," he replies, popping the 'p' with a playful grin, his legs swinging like a carefree child. "Finished all my tasks for my shift. The other nurses are doing their rounds, so I thought, why not spend some quality time with my lovely wife?"

Shaking your head, you let out another sigh and step closer. Placing your arms on either side of him, you trap him between you and the desk.

"Well, your lovely wife is a busy doctor with plenty to do, dear husband," you tease with a grin.

"My wife is so smart and successful," he says with a giggle. "I’m so proud she became a doctor."

You laugh softly and lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Well, I was lucky to have the best tutor," you grin.

"And I was lucky to have a very hot student," he purrs in response.

"You were," you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting them on the back of his head. "It was adorable how oblivious you were to my flirting," you tease, watching his cheeks flush red.

"I wasn’t oblivious," he whines.

"Then why were you acting like such a loser?" you prod, giggling.

"Because I was shy," he defends with a pout. "You were so pretty, and I didn’t want to ruin it by doing something stupid."

"You thought I was pretty?" you tilt your head, laughing softly.

"Mhm," he hums, pulling you closer by the waist. "Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And luckily for me, I somehow managed to make her my wife," he whispers against your lips.

You giggle and close the distance, your lips meeting his in a warm kiss. Mingyu hums softly into it, the vibrations sending a rush of electricity through your body. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, your tongues moving in perfect sync. The moment grows heated, the room suddenly feels much warmer. Mingyu’s hand sneaks down to your butt, giving it a playful squeeze that elicits a soft moan from you.

Just as the atmosphere turns steamy—

Knock, knock!

A sudden knock snaps you both out of the moment. You jolt apart, eyes wide in panic as the sound rings out again.

"Dr. Y/N, may I come in?"

It’s Chan, the intern. You glance at Mingyu, who looks equally alarmed, and in a flash of desperation, you grab him and push him under the desk. He shoots you a bewildered look, but you quickly whisper for him to stay put.

Smoothing out your shirt and skirt, you sit down at your desk and call out, "Come in!"

Chan peeks his head through the door, offering a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asks hesitantly.

"Not at all," you reply with your most professional smile, silently praying that the blush on your cheeks has faded. "Please, come in and have a seat."

Chan, a newly assigned intern at the hospital, is a bit naive but undeniably intelligent and brimming with enthusiasm for learning. As he starts asking questions from his recent rotation, you respond with a sense of gratitude, appreciating his passion for becoming a doctor.

Midway through answering, it dawns on you that Mingyu is still hidden beneath your desk. A mischievous thought crosses your mind, and you subtly slip your foot out of your heel, resting it on Mingyu. Feeling his hand wrap around your ankle, you fight to keep a straight face, resisting the urge to smirk.

You subtly move your foot toward his crotch, feeling him tense under your touch. Applying gentle pressure, you hear a soft groan escape his lips, and you bite your bottom lip to stifle a laugh.

While maintaining your conversation with Chan, you discreetly shift your chair back just enough to catch a glimpse of Mingyu in your peripheral vision. You spot him covering his mouth with one hand to muffle any sounds while his other hand guides your foot over his crotch, his expression betraying his struggle to stay composed.

You dig your heel into Mingyu's growing bulge, and you see Mingyu shut his eyes and throw his head back. A giggle slips from your lips, but you quickly disguise it with a light cough.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Chan asks, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," you reply with a smile. "Just a dry throat."

Without hesitation, Chan springs to his feet. "I'll grab you a bottle of water," he offers earnestly before hurrying out of the room.

The moment the door closes, you push your chair back slightly and glance down at Mingyu, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Mingyu shifts his position and starts humping your leg. You laugh at his desperate state.

"Such a pathetic puppy, using my leg to get off," you mock him, and he responds with a soft whine. His movements get faster and faster, desperate to reach his high.

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly shift back to your original position, but Mingyu doesn't let up, continuing to hump your leg. Chan returns with a bottle of water, which you accept with a grateful smile. Taking a quick sip, you nod and encourage him to continue with his question.

Chan continues his questions, completely unaware of what's happening below your desk. Mingyu's movement starts to become erratic, accidental whimpers and moans escape his lips.

Chan pauses, looking around the room with a puzzled expression. "Dr. Y/N, did you hear that?" he asks.

"Hear what?" you respond, trying to brush it off.

"N-Never mind, I think I just imagined it," he says after a moment of hesitation.

You quickly shift the topic of conversation, and Chan soon forgets about the sound. You press your foot against Mingyu's groin as a warning, earning a muffled groan from him.

You feel Mingyu's hand kneading your thigh, and when you subtly glance down, you catch sight of a very hot and flustered Mingyu looking up at you with a pleading expression, silently begging you to wrap up the conversation and send Chan away. But you only smirk in return and move your leg against his crotch, causing his eyes to roll back and a silent moan to leave his lips.

As you glance back at Chan, your leg continues to brush against Mingyu's crotch, feeling his growing desperation for release. Suddenly, without warning, Mingyu's hands spread your legs apart. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you maintain a calm demeanor. A shiver runs through you as his hand trails up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and you shift slightly, caught between surprise and anticipation.

You bite your bottom lip as Mingyu shifts your panties to the side, suppressing a shiver when the cool air brushes against your exposed core. Without warning, his fingers slide into you, drawing a sharp, surprised gasp from your lips.

"Dr. Y/N? Is everything okay?" Chan asks, his voice tinged with concern.

"N-No! It's nothing," you stammer, your voice trembling. "I just thought…I left the stove on at home. But then I remembered I didn't." Mingyu lets out a quiet chuckle at your pathetic excuse while Chan gives you a puzzled look. Thankfully, he seems to buy your lie and moves on with his questions, leaving you to deal with the heat rising in your cheeks.

Mingyu slowly slips his fingers in and out of your pussy, and you bite your bottom lip to try and prevent yourself from moaning. You try to close your legs but Mingyu's strong hand holds them open. He slowly picks up his pace, and you feel your body heat up; you really hope that Chan doesn't see the blush dusting your cheeks.

A soft whimper nearly slips past your lips as Mingyu slides another finger inside you. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood as you silently hope Chan doesn't notice the faint, wet sounds coming from beneath the desk. Your body tenses when Mingyu’s fingers brush against your G-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that leaves you craving more.

"C-Chan!" you blurt out, cutting him off mid-sentence, then quickly clear your throat, flustered. "Can we, um, continue this discussion another time? There are a few things I need to take care of soon," you say, trying to sound composed as you urge him to leave.

"Oh! Of course, Dr. Y/N. I’m so sorry for taking up your time," Chan replies apologetically, quickly gathering his things and exiting the room. The moment the door clicks shut, you’re left alone with Mingyu once again, the tension between you palpable.

You immediately roll your chair back and grab Mingyu by his hair, yanking him closer as you lean down with a scowl. He meets your glare with a playful smirk, unfazed by your irritation.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you snap, your voice low and sharp.

"Just helping you get rid of Chan," he replies with a grin, his tone dripping with mischief. "And it worked, didn't it?"

You let out a scoff, tightening your grip on his hair until he lets out a soft whimper. "You're such an idiot," you mutter, though there’s a flicker of amusement in your voice.

"Maybe," he says, his smirk widening. "But hey, I might not be a gynaecologist, babe, but I know my way around your pussy."

Rolling your eyes, you tug harder on his hair, earning another whimper. "Oh yeah? Prove it, then, puppy. Make me cum with your fingers."

With a devilish grin, Mingyu picks up the pace, his fingers relentlessly targeting that spongy spot that turns your mind to mush. A string of curses spills from your lips as you throw your head back, spreading your legs wider to give him better access. The tension in your stomach coils tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers, the room echoing with the lewd, wet sounds of your arousal.

"I-I'm close," you whimper, your body trembling as it edges toward release.

Mingyu's free hand sneaks to your clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive nub. The sensation sends a sharp moan tearing from your throat as you finally tip over the edge, your body convulsing with waves of euphoria.

After a few more pumps, Mingyu pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking your juices off with a satisfied hum. "Always so sweet," he murmurs, his smirk widening.

"Yeah? Then you should have more," you growl, snatching his glasses off and tossing them onto the desk. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you yank him forward, pressing his face firmly against your cunt.

Without hesitation, Mingyu dives in, eagerly lapping up your juices as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them even wider. Despite still being sensitive from your last orgasm, you tug sharply on his hair, pulling him closer as your body arches and writhes under his touch.

Shaky moans and breathless whimpers escape your lips as his tongue teases and prods at your entrance. Mingyu’s own muffled moans vibrate against you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body. Feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tightening once more, you lose yourself in the sensation, grinding against his face as if he’s nothing more than your personal fuck toy, desperate for that second release.

With a low growl, Mingyu hooks your legs over his shoulders, burying his face deeper into your slick cunt, determined to make you cum on his tongue. Your moans grow louder, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra as you teeter on the edge of release. Just as you’re about to tip over, his nose brushes against your clit, and that’s all it takes to send you spiralling.

His name becomes a chant, a desperate prayer, as your second orgasm crashes over you. Waves of pleasure ripple through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless. Mingyu moans against you, savoring every drop as he laps up your arousal, refusing to let a single one go to waste.

After a few final, lingering licks, he gently sets your legs down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before tugging your panties back into place. You glance down at him, noticing the unmistakable damp spot on his pants, and a sly grin spreads across your face.

"Looks like someone came in their pants without even being touched," you tease, your voice dripping with amusement.

Mingyu smirks up at you, unashamed. "Can't help it when I've got such a pretty pussy in my mouth." You let out a soft chuckle as you reach for Mingyu’s glasses, carefully placing them back on his face. With a gentle touch, you smooth down his disheveled hair and wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his skin.

The two of you sit there, catching your breath, exchanging fucked-out smiles. But just as the moment settles, a sharp knock at the door shatters the quiet.

"Dr. Y/N, may I come in?"

Your eyes meet Mingyu's, and the two of you share a mischievous grin. In a flash, he ducks back under the desk, and you quickly smooth out your skirt, scooting your chair closer to the desk.

"Come in," you call out, your voice steady despite the smirk playing on your lips. As the door opens, you feel Mingyu's lips already trailing kisses along your leg, and you can’t help but grin.

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[keeryhours]

Masterlist

Eddie with a plus size girlfriend, who is obsessed with seeing you naked, who buries his face in your tits or between your plush thighs and could stay there all day. Who slaps your ass hard as he fucks you from behind, watching the jiggle of your ass and thighs.

Who loves you in short skirts, or crop tops that show off your tummy. Who convinces you to wear that bikini to the pool even though you’re nervous, “Because you look soooo hot in it babe, please let me show you off.”

Eddie, who asks you to prom even though he swore for his entire high school career that it was stupid and he’d never go. Yet there he was, throwing rocks at your window at midnight, guitar slung around his neck and shoulder as he played your song. Then, his honey voice calling up to you, “Will you go to prom with me, princess?”

Eddie, who insists he wants to go dress shopping with you. Who says he wants to see you trying on all those different dresses, seeing the way each one accentuates your body and shows off his favorite parts (which is all of you, to be fair).

When you try on The Dress, you both know immediately. It’s perfect. It’s black and off the shoulders, a flowing, glittering skirt with a slit that goes up to your mid thigh. The bodice has sheer panels that show just the slightest tease of your skin. Eddie wants to rip it off right then and there.

In fact, he follows you back to the dressing room, unzips it for you and bends you over in front of the mirror. You watch as he makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his cock, aching and rock hard since he saw you in the first dress. He pushes inside of your already soaked pussy, long arm reaching around you to cover your mouth as you let out a whimper.

He pumps into you from behind, hips snapping against your perfect ass with a slapping noise he tries his best to keep quiet with shallow thrusts. He can watch every part of your body in the mirror, from your gorgeous bouncing tits to your fucked out facial expression. He digs his free hand into your hip, and you can’t help but stare at the intense look on his face in the mirror as he fucks you.

He cums fast, the hot as fuck view combined with the thrill of fucking in public proving too much for him to last. He grunts as he fills you up, and your eyes roll back as you feel the warmth of him deep inside.

When he pulls out he helps you get dressed back in your own clothes. He kisses you deeply - “I promise princess, I’m gonna make you cum over and over again when we get home.” You like the sound of that, but honestly didn’t mind that he was the only one who finished with your quickie. You like making him feel good. But of course, he makes good on his promise.

Prom night rolls around, and Eddie picks you up in a limo he saved up for months to rent. When you nearly cry telling him he didn’t have to do all that for you, he shakes his head like it’s total nonsense. “Nothing’s too good for my princess.” You never thought you’d see the day that Eddie Munson went all out for prom.

All eyes are on you when you walk in together. Jaws drop at the sight of the metalhead wearing a suit with his hair neatly combed and pulled back, a boutonnière matching your dress pinned to his chest.

Eddie dances with you all night long. The music isn’t his thing and you know this, but Eddie doesn’t complain once. He actually seems like he’s having a great time.

He’s having an even better time when he pulls you off to the bathrooms, locking you in as he hikes your dress up to your waist, lifting you to sit on the sinks. He drops to his knees and buries his face in your pussy, not caring about your loud, breathless moans as he makes you cum on his tongue. Then he’s undoing his own pants, and you think there may be nothing hotter than Eddie fucking you in a tux.

“Oh my god, baby,” he moans against your neck as he ruts into you, his pace fast and desperate. “You feel so good. Christ, you feel so fucking good, so tight and wet. My perfect girl has a perfect little pussy, doesn’t she?”

When he cums, he’s not quiet. He moans your name, pumping you full of rope after rope of his hot load. His hands grip your hips so hard they tremble. When he finally composes himself, you help each other fix your appearances, hoping no one would notice.

You feel the proof of how good you made him feel dripping down your thighs the rest of the night.

[chrissturnsfav]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 fuckgirl!reader finally gets her way

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, part one

you feel his hand on your thigh like it’s burning straight through your skin, searing hot and fucking impossible to ignore. but he’s not moving it—just holding steady, like he’s testing you, seeing how far you’ll let him go before you start pushing buttons again.

but the thing is, you never stop pushing. that’s your whole game. always has been.

you blink up at him, your lashes heavy with mischief, heart hammering in your chest but face calm as ever.

"finally," you murmur, biting your lip, your voice low and teasing. "thought i'd have to get fucking naked just to get your attention." you say, dragging your fingers lightly along the inside of his forearm—the one still resting dangerously on your thigh. "since you're so into that whole mysterious, quiet guy act. it’s kinda cute, honestly. like, really fucking pathetic, but cute."

he exhales sharply, his grip tightening on your thigh. "careful," he warns, voice lower now, rougher.

you smirk, leaning in and brushing your nose along his jaw just to watch him flinch. "careful’s boring. i don't do boring."

"figured that out already," he mutters, but there’s a little edge creeping into his voice, like maybe he’s finally about to snap.

"good," you whisper, breath ghosting over his skin. "then do something about it."

for a second, everything hangs in the air between you. and then he moves.

his lips crash into yours, rough and desperate, like weeks of restraint just shattered all at once. fuck, it’s so much better than you remembered. raw and wild and completely fucking perfect.

you gasp against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you shift in your seat, climbing halfway over the console because there’s no way you’re staying put now. not when he's finally giving in. he tastes like smoke and heat and bad decisions, and you’re completely here for it. all of it. every messy, breathless second.

matt groans against your mouth, and the sound shoots straight through you, making your pulse race. his hand tightens on your thigh, rough now, fingers digging into your skin like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but losing that battle fast. it’s messy, heated, every bit as reckless as you knew it would be once he finally broke.

"you should do something about the issue in my pants," he fires smoothly against your lips, that smug little smirk tugging at his own again, his eyes flickering to his cock completely straining through the fabric of his worn out jeans.

yes! you think, biting back a grin. it took weeks of relentless teasing, shameless flirting, and dragging him right to the edge for him to stop hiding behind that untouchable vibe—but now here he is, cracking wide open, and you’re fucking living for it.

"oh?" you purr with a slow, deliberate smirk. "so you finally admit you’ve got a problem."

his tongue darts across his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, that smug glint still flickering in his eyes. "yeah," he drawls, voice rough and steady, "but you already knew that, didn’t you?"

"mhmm." you hum seductively, fingers brushing lazily along the hem of your skirt as you reach over to place a hand on his upper thigh, "guess i could help...if you ask nicely."

he huffs a laugh through his nose as he feels his dick twitch in his pants, shaking his head like you’re infuriating him. "nicely, huh?"

you grin wickedly, the thrill of control coursing through you. your hand drifts higher, fingertips brushing the seam of his jeans, deliberate but teasing—just enough to make his breath hitch. "not gonna beg, hm?" you taunt softly, voice dripping with mock pity. "that’s cute."

his eyes darken, and for a second, everything between you hangs in a delicate, dangerous balance. the air in the car is thick, buzzing with heat and tension.

after a tense moment, he swallows hard, and then suddenly his hand is on yours, guiding it to where his cock is painfully straining against his jeans. "stop fucking teasing," he growls, all that restraint snapping at once.

your breath catches, a spark low in your belly. "there you goooo," you coo, giggling cheekily.

less than literally two minutes later, his jeans and boxers are resting mid thigh, your body leant over with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, straining and leaking in your mouth, sucking his dick with fiery skill.

matt's eyes are rolling back, his mouth open as he breathes heavily, quiet grunts and moans slipping from his lips. his hand is tangled in your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as you suck him sloppily.

a pool of spit glimmers at his base, your lips wrapped around his cock so prettily as you hollow your cheeks, drool dribbling down your chin, big eyes looking up at him all innocent.

"such a fuckin' messy girl," he groans, watching your head bob up and down with a smirk plastered on his lips, chuckling at the moan he elicits from you. "drooling all over my dick like that."

you giggle cockily around him, licking a long stripe up from his base to his tip before taking it into your mouth, suckling as you sweetly bat your pretty long lashes up at him, your hand jerking his cock with expert skill.

matt hisses in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as his thighs twitch, huffing out a chuckle, "take it all, fuck are you doing?"

you snicker, swirling your tongue around his tip, watery eyes looking up at him, "say pleeeaase," you sing teasingly.

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he grips your hair harder, "suck my dick before i start fucking your mouth."

you hum, your hand slowing it's movements on his saliva coated dick. "yeah?" you taunt, tone dripping with mock sweetness. "do it."

that's all it takes for matt, his self control snapping in half. with no hesitation, he starts thrusting his hips up into your mouth, letting out a shaky groan, the moans you let out vibrating against his cock adding to the pure ecstasy.

you gag on his dick, his tip brushing against your uvula as he fucks your mouth, eyes rolling back as they water, your hand moving speedily around whatever can't fit.

"fuck, fuck, i'm gonna cum," he grunts, his eyes rolling back as he continues to thrust into your mouth, tugging on your hair as heat rushes to his balls, a deliciously tight knot forming in his belly. "lemme cum on your face...holy shit...please..." he almost whimpers.

you laugh around him victoriously, finally you think. you knew he had a little submissiveness in him. all you needed to do was get him close to the edge, and he finally snapped.

you pull your mouth off his cock, sticking your tongue out with a triumphant grin as you tap his tip against your tongue, hand still jerking him speedily, his length dripping with spit.

matt looks down at you through lidded eyes, his vision growing splotchy as moans and grunts fall from his lips, his hips twitching. "h-holy...fuck...shit, shit—"

thick ropes of hot cum sprawl out onto your face—your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your tongue. it feels like all the pent up sexual tension inside him has finally been released. literally.

you ride out his high with your hand, giggling as he cums all over your pretty face, looking up at him through your lashes.

he's breathing heavily, his eyes rolled back as he finally comes back to his senses, and when he sees your pretty face dripping in his white seed, he almost moans.

"fuck..." he whispers shakily, gathering his cum onto his trembling thumb on your bottom lip, pushing the sticky release into your mouth.

you close your eyes, sucking the salty liquid off his thumb as you snicker around his thumb. "took you long enough."

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[theantho1ogy]

College Party AU

Virgin!Choso x Fem!Reader

Choso didn't know how he ended up here.

At a random college party making out with the prettiest girl there.

Sitting on the soft, a solo cup filled with some random mixture, and bored out of his mind. He didn't want to be here, he'd rather be cooped up in his dorm studying for his next exam.

You caught his eye when he first arrived because how could you not. Your hips swaying under the strobe lights of the packed makeshift dance floor, grinding yourself on one of your girl friends.

Unconsciously Choso's eyes followed you throughout the house, always finding you in a different area, chatting up other eccentric college students.

So how did you end up here, on Choso's lap, grinding down on him as you two locked lips.

You approached him, curiously asking about his piercings, complimenting his sleek black hair and how healthy it looked. Before asking him if you could feel it.

Snuggling in his lap, you massaged his scalp. Choso didn't mean to but when you touched a certain spot on his head a moan slipped out.

Your movements paused, eyes widening, registering the sound that just came out of him, and why did you want to hear it again.

The blush on his face didn't help either, "did you like that?" You asked with a smile, resuming your massage.

Before he could respond, he choked out a noise of pleasure when you started grinding your hips on his. His bulge hardening under you, but you just smiled as you felt it.

You could feel that he was packing.

Pulling his head towards yours, you crashed your lips on his. Your grinding only got faster as you felt his bulge twitch against your clothed lips.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, both of your movements sloppy and fast. Trying to devour each other right on the couch.

Separating from his mouth you panted coming up for air. Both of your breaths mixing, his face flushed and eyes dilated in ecstasy.

"Wanna continue this upstairs?" You whispered in his ear. His eager nod made you want to chuckle.

Missing the feeling of his boner between your legs, you lifted off his lap, before pulling his hand and dragging you upstairs.

Choso trailed behind you like a lost puppy. He didn't care if he was bumping into others or where his drink went, all he wanted was you.

You knew where you were going, not even glancing at any other door you two passed before opening the one at the end of the hall.

Choso could barely get a look around before you pushed him down onto the bed. The fluffy comforter breaking his fall, and the plushies getting tossed to the floor.

Approaching the bed, you sensually gripped the end of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. Your breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening from the cold room.

Choso drooled at the sight, speechless his eyes followed them as you climbed on his lap. "Now why am I the only one getting undressed." You pouted, watching him register your words and scrambled to get his shirt off.

His abs stared back at you, all six of them looking delectable, you couldn't help but lick them. Your hot tongue trailing all the way to his happy trail.

Unbuckling his pants, you pulled his dick out, just gripping it you couldn't help but smile.

Handsome and thick, he couldn't be more perfect.

You couldn't help but get a taste, swirling your tongue around his tip, smearing his precum on your lips before raising up to his height. Locking eyes as you licked it off, moaning at the taste.

Sitting up, you bunched your skirt up, and pulled your thong to the side. The heat of your sex hovering over his.

Choso didn't know what to do, his flustered state obvious as he watched you take the lead. "Dont be shy, you can touch me." You murmured, guiding his hands to your hips.

Just when he made contact, you sunk down, your pussy sealing his dick. Both of you moaned out, his grip on your waist getting tighter the more you went down.

His length and thickness had you going crazy. You bobbed up and down, slowly getting a rhythm.

Choso couldn't help but watch his dick move inside you, the sight mesmerizing. "Look at me while I fuck you." You commanded gripping his chin, grinding all the way down to his balls, extracting a deep groan out of him.

For a virgin, Choso couldn't handle how slow you were moving. Planting his feet on the bed, he thrusted his hips up into you, causing you to squeal out in surprise.

You grabbed onto your headboard as the both of you fucked in sync. The skin of your hips slapping together, the moaning from you both killing the sound of your bed banging against the wall.

Your tits dangled in his face, tempting him to get a taste. Whimpering out, as his lips enclosed around your perky nipple, his wet tongue playing with it inside his mouth.

The two of you couldn't get enough of eachother, the scent of sex potent as it wafted around the room.

He switched breasts, lapping at them like milk was suppose to come out. His drool coating both, making them glisten.

"Mmnn!" He moaned out, "please~ I'm close!"

Your hips picked up speed as you ride him, bouncing on his cock with vigor. The squelching sounds of your wet cunt turning him on even more.

You could feel that familiar ache rising in your gut, your orgasm close. You whined out, "I'm close baby!" the feeling of his dick fucking deep into you driving you nuts.

Choso grabbed your hips, slamming you down, his tip kissing your cervix and hitting that special spot. Making you cry out as you saw stars, cumming on his dick unexpectedly.

He held you down, groaning out as he spilled his cum deep within you. Feeling your clenched walls milk him for all he has.

Your hips unconsciously moving, causing him to whine out from overstimulation.

Tired and out of breath, you collapsed on his broad chest. His hand coming up to cup your head, you could hear his erratic heart beat right next to your ear.

Silence overtaking you both. Basking in each other's presence.

You relaxed for a couple minutes before slowly unsticking yourself from him.

Choso fully expecting you to kick him out and make the walk of shame home. Knowing he would never get to experience this ever again.

You disappeared through a door he didn't notice before, the sound of water running as he begrudgingly sat up.

But you reappeared with a wet cloth, "where do you think you're going handsome?" You questioned, pushing him back down as you cleaned him up.

"Um, I thought you'd want me out of here?" Choso said hesitantly, his shyness coming back. "Now why would I want that? Was my performance not satisfactory?" You teased, throwing the rag in a random spot.

Choso tried to stutter out a reply but the feeling of your body climbing back in bed with him, caused him to crash.

"Don't think you're getting rid of me now, Choso." You smirked, cuddling up to him as the two of you got comfortable in bed.

Content with this outcome, Choso didn't even register that he never told you his name. Falling asleep to the sound of your breathing and the thumping of the music downstairs.

[mayxxday]

Well-Conditioned : Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki was acting oddly. And that was underwhelming of a statement to put it because he was all over the place. Fidgeting, crackling, and irritation were through the roof. Katsuki was barely in his seat even. Bouncing his leg, he couldn't help but feel like he did something wrong. Why else, wouldn’t you kiss his cheek as you always did whenever he did something for you?

Katsuki sucked ass when it came to talking love. But it wasn’t that he didn’t show it through his actions. Softened gaze dripping honey each time he wiped his sweat palms on his pants before cupping your cheeks. There was no way he’s gonna get the sticky vile flammable on you—his precious. 

Katsuki showed his love when he snatched your backpack off your shoulder, throwing it over his while he dragged you out of the class. He earned himself a sickly sweet kiss on his cheek, showing that you acknowledged his actions and their meaning. It wasn’t an ‘I love you,’ but that’s what anyone but them would say.

Katsuki wasn’t big on grand gestures of love either but he made do with little trinkets and stickers he bought because ‘he thought of you’. And you like it that way. Or at least that’s what he inferred when you would jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.

He surely couldn’t write about his love, he tried that crap and ended up charring his desk black. But he packed you bentos whenever you were to travel back home from the UA dorms. He made sure to put in extra effort and make the fanciest dishes in case your parents were to see the food and judge him off it ( a good potential husband?). Before you would have seen the inside contents or noticed a lacking love note he should have written to you, he would have his arm tugged down, his precious on her toes, to press a big smooch to his cheek. 

Katsuki was more than gentlemanly for you, he was your boyfriend, so, of course, he tied your shoelaces for you (why do you still use the bunny ears method, is his excuse), draping his jacket over your legs whenever you wore skirts, all because he knew you liked to manspread worse than him. He carries pads and hair ties in his bag, but which boyfriend wouldn’t? He holds your heels with a grumpy frown, holding your waist to ensure you didn’t trip in his shoes because you thought you could handle being in heels all day. 

Katsuki did all this not for praise or compliment. No, he wasn’t obligated to do these either, but he did it because that’s what a good boyfriend would do for you. That however didn’t mean he didn’t appreciate or relish the kisses he received each time he showed his love through his actions. 

So what was different today? When he draped his jacket around your shoulder today, why didn’t he get his kiss? And he knows you noticed it, turning your head to him offer your sweet smile, before returning back to your conversation with Mina. 

THAT’S IT? Katsuki was confused, he had even leaned in to receive his daily dose of kiss, instead of awkwardly standing back straight noticing his instinct. Was he desperate? No. Was he needy? Maybe. Why can’t a man get his share of kisses?

Staring at you annoyed he waited for you to notice. 

BUT YOU NEVER DID.  

He even huffed thrice, each time only receiving a distracted rub on his thigh while you gossiped with Mina. Gosh, he wanted to explode her right now. When he finally got over his petty subtle hints he just grabbed your face to face him. 

"How long will it take ya' to kiss me, brat?” 

Katsuki was easy though. Maybe not for everyone, but his little doll had him wrapped around her finger. When you just smiled innocently at him, pecking his lips without a question. The beast was finally appeased. 

“Thank you for the jacket, ‘Suki”

Goddamn, this woman really had conditioned him to seek her kisses without a clue in her pretty head.

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[artdcnaldson]

OMG let’s keep this ball rolling. regency pats sister learning what an orgasm is… Art lets her sit on his lap while he works in the library and she finds that straddling his thigh feels really good for some reason. all the layers of her skirts and the friction from his slacks. EEEEEEE

-☘️

GODDDD!!!

Of course you couldn't manage this in the day time, so you're hovering around him while he's working on correspondence to... businesses? his family? you don't care enough to ask, you're just hoping he'll turn his attention to you while you're buzzing around him.

It's not until you've nearly knocked over his inkwell for the fourth time that he just pulls you into his lap. "Can you sit still?" He asks, mumbling against your hair.

and you just swallow, nodding, because this is the closest you've ever been to a man who isn't your father or your brothers, and he's warm and smells like smoke and cologne. Your legs are astride his strong, muscular thigh. All of that lawn tennis, you supposed. You liked watching him play, sweating and panting as he rallied back and forth with Patrick.

You swallow hard, because all you're wearing is your little chemise— barely anything fabric, any barrier, at all. Your skirt is hiked up, just around your hips, and your bare cunt rests against the soft fabric of his pants. Just that friction, that warmth, is enough to make heat bloom in the pit of your stomach.

If Art notices you've gone quiet, he says nothing. He leans around you and continues to write to... ah! an... uncle? it's hard to think when he starts bouncing his leg a little.

"mmphf—" you gasp, teeth buried into your bottom lip to muffle the soft noise. That heat in your tummy is impossible to ignore, the tender ache of want between your thighs, though you have no idea what it is you're craving.

"Shhh..." Art murmurs. "If you insist on distracting me, I'll send you back to your room."

So you bite your tongue and just... try to get comfortable, try to ease that ache. You shift, rubbing against his thigh in the process, and muffle a shaky whine behind your fist. It's a throbbing, slick, hungry kind of want. Nothing you've ever felt before, nothing you thought was possible.

The closest, maybe, was when you'd seen Art through the crack of his door changing out of his clothes for bed. Not that you'd been spying! No... the door just... happened to be cracked, and you happened to drop an earring by the jamb.

Art's hand slings around your waist. "Stop squirming," he says softly. "You're making a mess of my trousers, you realize that? Do you even realize what it is you're doing?"

You shake your head, swallowing hard as that heat creeps up your chest and cheeks. It's like you're running a fever. "No," you whisper. "I'm just... I'm—" Another shaky breath escapes you as Art grabs your hips and begins to grind you against his thigh, pressing you down against it so your thighs tremble. "I'm— ah— I'm—"

"You're... what?" He murmurs against your throat. His knee bounces, and his hands grip your hips through the chemise. Back, forth, back, forth. You whimper softly as your head lolls back against his shoulder. "Does it feel good for you?"

You nod, panting as the pressure and tightness in your tummy threatens to spill over. Warm all over, trembling in his hands. "I've got you," he whispers. "I know it feels strange, but just let those feelings take over."

It's hard to surrender— to let those delicious feelings take over all of the restraint that had been embedded into your very being since birth. But the body can only take so much before something gives. You bite into your fist as those feelings take over— light and delicious, coursing through each nerve, washing over you like a wave.

"That's it," Art whispers, kissing the fluttering pulse point of your throat. "You can always feel those feelings around me, but no one else. Promise me."

"I promise," you say back. And you know you'll come back to him again and again if it means you can keep feeling like that.

[bunnieswithknives]

Fop redesigns for funsies but also bcs I saw some star heel boots and had to put Dale in them immediately.

[sesamenom]

the classic the classic (pink)

neon pastel

sleepwear party

formal dinner

behold a collection of C&C nargothrond-era outfit doodles, inspired by PD outfits from @braywashed / @kitwilsonsass

[e-adlirez]

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR STILTON FANDOM WOOOOO

I dunno how I finished all of these in a single day but now I got ten minutes to send them before CNY ends in my timezone LMAOOOOO

We got Nicky and Pam doing lion dance together, and Vi, Colette and Paulina in some snazzy qipaos to celebrate CNY :D

Hope this appeases you, Stilton fandom, now I shall disappear again for a month /j

[imorphemi]

Hermitgals but its a PRISM Corps au! Because I haven't stopped thinking about it

if you don't know, PRISM Corps is a magical girl universe created by ActuallyRea/Ginjaninjaowo. I drew Pearl as a prism magical girl a while ago for a daily pearl doodle, and later Gem as well, but now here's all of them!

These are still just sketches and rough ideas of what they'd look like because I'm bad at designing clothes, but I'm pretty happy with most of them :D

Notes about the gals and their weapons under the cut :3

I know that the girls change their hair color when they transform, but for the sake of keeping them more recognizable I did keep their hair colors the same as how I would usually draw them, plus sometimes some colorful streaks. Also their hair colors just happen to go pretty well with their color schemes anyways

Pearl - Weapon: Broom, has the ability to make anything it sweeps over disappear. Objects can be resummoned at a later time and will reappear once the prism is deactivated. She's usually part of the cleanup and damage control crew. Her Prism's name is Robbie!

Gem - Weapon: Still deciding on this one! Originally I put her weapon as twin swords but I'm reconsidering it. I also slightly changed her outfit design. Suggestions are very welcome for what her weapon should be, and feel free to be as creative as possible :D Her Prism's name is Mackenzie!

Stress - Weapon: Pandora's Box. A box that contains...something. We're not sure what it is, but it's some kind of spirit that is able to possess and take control of other people. There might even be multiple spirits. She can also trap other people in the box. Her Prism's name is Mochi!

Cleo - Weapon: Puppet Crossbeams, has the ability to control inanimate objects. Is also pretty decent at wacking people. I'm the least sure about Cleo's current design, I had a lot of trouble with it and would appreciate some suggestions and feedback because I am not a Cleo watcher haha. Her Prism's name is Stheno!

False - Weapon: Feather Blades. She can pluck the feathers off of her skirt to use as blades of any length. The amount of feathers she has is pretty decent and more than enough to get her through a standard fight, but it is limited. She'll have to wait for her prism to recharge again after using all of them. This is probably my favorite concept because it is dramatic as heck. I haven't decided on her Prism's name yet, but it'll probably be some kind of bird.

Storywise, False and Cleo joined the Corps around the same time, Stress some time after, and Pearl and Gem joined together later on. Out of this lineup, False is easily the most powerful, prism-wise and skill-wise, out of all the gals here. Maybe False gets to coach Pearl and Gem or something hehe

Oh! And this isn't all of them. A prism has gone rogue and there seems to be an independent magical girl in the city as well...

[just-a-cinnamon-bun]

Having a fearful moment where I think one of my friends might be transphobic.

[butchnavi]

good GOD can we stop gendering everything. I swear some of y'all just took the futch scale and decided to run with it as gender roles 2.0 (yassified edition)

[tittysuckersworld]

i need someone to talk about fem soukoku with me please

[cultivating-wildflowers]

me, at noon on a Thursday at the office: what if I whipped up a new costume piece before Saturday?

[eggs-can-draw]

mooooostly ghibli themed brainrot, this was gonna be mario but then I was hit in the face with Ghibli soooooo ye

[lucciet]

oh... my mom just got mad at me because i dont want to wear short clothes?