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hy6erion · 18 days ago

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i need the FILTHIEST jayce smut like imagine him going to work and you’re all needy and he walks in on you humping his pillow 🤤🤤

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 - 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 + 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

⇢𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬/ 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟐-𝟑 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬), 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭...)

The morning had started with Jayce kissing you goodbye, pressing his lips to your forehead as he tucked the blankets around you, murmuring about how he’d be home late after a long council meeting.

You’d nodded sleepily, mumbling something about missing him, but when he left, you felt the ache almost immediately. A deep, insatiable need curling in your belly, growing worse as the hours ticked by. You tried to keep yourself busy—tried to distract yourself with books, with chores, even with one of his shirts that still smelled like him. But nothing helped.

By the time midday rolled around, you were in his bed, sprawled across the sheets that still carried his scent, burying your face into his pillow. Your body was burning, thighs rubbing together, heart hammering against your ribs. You whined into the fabric, breathing in the lingering scent of him, fingers clutching the material like it would somehow make the ache go away.

And then you started moving.

It was instinctual at first. A slow, desperate rut of your hips against the plush surface. Your panties were already damp, thin fabric sticking to your needy cunt as you chased some sort of relief. You moaned softly, grinding harder, pleasure sparking at the friction.

You needed him. You needed Jayce so bad you thought you might go insane.

Your movements grew more frantic, pressing down harder, rubbing yourself into his pillow like a needy little thing. You could practically hear his voice in your head—soft and teasing.

That desperate for me, sweetheart? Can’t even wait ‘til I get home?

Your breath hitched, face heating as you imagined him watching you like this. Seeing how shamelessly you were rutting against something as ridiculous as his pillow. But you couldn’t stop. Not when you were so close, not when your body was trembling with need—

The door creaked open.

You barely had time to register the sound before Jayce’s voice cut through the silence. Deep. Sharp.

“What do we have here?”

Your body went rigid, panic flooding your veins. Your head shot up, wide, mortified eyes locking onto Jayce’s frame standing in the doorway. He was still in his work clothes—his usual council attire slightly rumpled, as if he’d left in a hurry.

And his expression? Pure amusement.

“Jayce—”

You scrambled to move, to roll off the pillow and regain even a sliver of dignity, but he was already closing the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. His footsteps were slow, deliberate as he approached, his dark eyes dragging over your flushed, desperate form.

“You missed me that much, huh?” he murmured, standing at the edge of the bed. His voice was honeyed, teasing—but there was something darker beneath it.

You swallowed hard, cheeks burning as you tried to sit up. “I—I was just—”

He hummed, cutting you off, one large hand pressing against the small of your back to push you right back down. His strength was effortless, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

“Keep going.”

Your breath hitched. “W-What?”

Jayce’s fingers trailed down your spine, slow and deliberate, stopping at the curve of your ass. He squeezed, spreading you slightly, just enough to make you whimper. His lips curled in satisfaction.

“I said—” His hand came down with a sharp smack, making you jolt. “Keep going.”

You sucked in a breath, shame and arousal twisting together in a delicious, unbearable knot. Your body trembled, still aching with need, and when he applied the slightest pressure to the small of your back, you obeyed.

You rocked your hips forward again, grinding against the pillow, this time with him watching—no, commanding you to do it. Your moan was shaky, humiliated, but the way Jayce groaned low in his throat made it worth it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, palming himself through his trousers, watching you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. “Look at you, baby. Such a desperate little thing. I leave for a few hours, and you’re already humping my pillow like a needy slut?”

A whimper caught in your throat, fingers clenching around the sheets. “Jayce—”

“Ah, ah.” His hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently to tilt your head back. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, voice dark and syrupy. “You keep moving, sweetheart, or I won’t let you come.”

You let out a shaky sob, your body betraying you, hips pressing down harder, chasing friction as your soaked panties rubbed against the soft fabric.

Jayce groaned, watching intently, one hand gripping your hip to guide your movements. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Show me how bad you need it.”

You were panting, writhing, grinding shamelessly, and the heat coiling in your gut was unbearable. Jayce was right there, watching you fall apart, making you fall apart, and you were so close, so close—

And then, he ripped the pillow away.

A desperate, wrecked sob tore from your throat, your body jolting at the sudden loss of friction. “No—Jayce, please—”

He grinned, wicked and smug, flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion. He was over you in an instant, pressing his knee between your thighs, pinning you beneath him.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed mockingly, dragging his fingers up your thigh, barely brushing against where you needed him most. “You think I’d let you get off on just my pillow when I’m right here?”

His dark eyes locked onto yours, voice dipping into something even deeper.

“You wanted me, sweetheart?” His breath ghosted against your lips. “Well, now you’ve got me.”

His hands were everywhere, and the last coherent thought you had was that you’d never be able to look at that pillow the same way again.

His mouth was on you before you could even catch your breath.

Hot, insistent, claiming—Jayce kissed you like he wanted to consume you, like he needed to devour every little gasp, every whimper that spilled from your lips. His weight pressed down, keeping you caged beneath him, his broad hands sliding over your trembling body with a possessiveness that made your head spin.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with arousal. His fingers traced the waistband of your panties, still damp from your desperate rutting against his pillow. “Look at you, baby. Look at this mess.”

You squirmed, face burning with embarrassment, with the raw need still pulsing hot between your thighs. He caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back until your eyes met his—dark and heavy, amusement and hunger tangled together.

“You’re lucky I got home when I did,” he said, voice dipping lower, sending a shiver straight down your spine. His other hand dragged down your belly, slow and teasing, stopping just before he reached the aching heat between your thighs. “Or were you planning on getting yourself off all alone? Making a mess of my bed, my pillow, all by yourself?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his knee between your legs, forcing them apart with an effortless command. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jayce chuckled, shaking his head, his fingers slipping beneath the thin fabric of your panties, brushing lightly over your swollen, dripping folds. “You meant it. You were so needy you couldn’t even wait for me to get home.”

His fingers slid lower, spreading you open, teasing your entrance but refusing to push inside. “Tell me, baby,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath your jaw. “Were you thinking about me while you were humping my pillow?”

A pathetic whimper left your lips, your body jolting at his teasing touch. He was barely touching you, barely giving you the friction you needed, and it was torture.

“Answer me,” he said, and his voice had that dangerous edge to it, the one that sent a pulse of heat straight through you. “Or I’ll leave you like this. Desperate, dripping, and completely untouched.”

You sobbed, fingers clutching at his shoulders. “Yes,” you gasped, voice shaky, barely a whisper. “I was thinking about you.”

Jayce groaned, low and approving. “That’s my good girl.”

The praise sent another rush of heat through you, but before you could revel in it, Jayce pulled away entirely, sitting back on his heels. He reached for your panties, hooking his fingers into the waistband, and dragged them down your legs, taking his time, watching as the damp fabric peeled away from your needy cunt.

“Fuck,” he muttered, tossing them aside. His hands spread your thighs wider, exposing you completely, and his eyes darkened with something almost feral. “Look at you. So wet, just from humping my pillow.”

You whined, trying to close your legs, but his grip was firm. “Jayce—”

He smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were so eager to grind against my pillow, but now that I’m here, you’re shy?”

You turned your face away, but Jayce wouldn’t have it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I want you to show me, baby. I want you to show me exactly how desperate you are.”

Your breath caught. “W-What?”

Jayce leaned back again, settling between your spread thighs, gaze heavy-lidded. “Go on,” he murmured. “Touch yourself for me.”

Your whole body burned, heat pooling in your stomach, but Jayce’s eyes—so dark, so focused—left you completely at his mercy. Slowly, your trembling fingers slid between your thighs, pressing against your aching clit.

A soft moan spilled from your lips at the contact, but it wasn’t enough. You needed him. You needed his fingers, his mouth, anything.

Jayce let out a soft groan, watching you like a predator watching its prey. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep going.”

Your fingers moved in slow circles, teasing, desperate, and you gasped as pleasure curled hot and tight in your belly. But it still wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed—

A strong hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your fingers away. “That’s enough.”

You barely had time to process before Jayce was on you, his mouth crashing against yours, his hand slipping between your legs, long fingers sliding through your slick folds.

“You want my fingers, baby?” he teased, pressing one thick finger against your entrance, just barely pushing inside. “Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” you gasped, arching into his touch. “Please, Jayce—”

He didn’t make you wait. He slid one finger inside you, groaning at how tight and wet you were, then added another, stretching you open, curling them just right. Your back arched, a broken moan leaving your lips as he fucked you with his fingers, slow and deliberate, pressing against that sweet, sensitive spot that made your whole body tremble.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he muttered, watching your face contort in pleasure. “You’re gonna come just from my fingers, aren’t you?”

You nodded desperately, grinding against his hand, chasing that high that was so close, so devastatingly close—

And then he pulled away.

A wrecked sob tore from your throat. “No—Jayce, please—”

Jayce laughed, wicked and smug. “Patience, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could protest, he was flipping you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up, positioning you just how he wanted. His hands smoothed over your ass, kneading, spreading, appreciating every inch of you.

Then, without warning, his mouth was on you.

A silent scream tore from your lips as his tongue flicked against your clit, hot and relentless. He groaned against you, sucking, licking, fucking you with his tongue, and you lost yourself. Your hands fisted the sheets, body writhing as he devoured you, as he owned you.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured between slow, deep licks. “My perfect little girl. So desperate, so needy.”

You couldn’t take it. You were on the edge, shaking, ready to fall apart—

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Jayce ordered, voice thick with authority, with need. “Come all over my tongue.”

And with one last flick of his tongue, you shattered.

Your whole body convulsed, a sobbing, writhing mess as pleasure crashed over you, as Jayce held you steady, drinking in every last drop of your release.

When the aftershocks faded, you were left boneless, gasping, trembling beneath him. But Jayce wasn’t finished. He pressed a kiss to the small of your back, voice low and husky as he murmured,

“Oh, baby. I hope you didn’t think we were done.”

And as he unbuckled his belt, the hunger in his eyes made one thing abundantly clear.

Jayce’s belt hit the floor with a low clink, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. You barely had the strength to lift your head, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, but you felt him—his presence, his heat, the way his hands trailed over your ass, kneading, spreading, claiming.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “So fucked-out already, and I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

You whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress, legs shaking as his palms smoothed over your thighs, fingers tracing the slick mess between them. You were dripping, ruined, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Jayce’s thumbs spread you open, exposing every glistening inch of you to his dark, hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he groaned, more to himself than to you. “You were made for me, weren’t you? This perfect little cunt, soaking wet, just begging for me to fill it up.”

A choked moan slipped from your lips. He loved to talk, loved to make you squirm with his words alone. And it worked—every damn time.

Jayce chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. “You love when I talk to you like this, don’t you?” He dragged his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before circling your aching clit, pressing just enough to make you writhe beneath him. “Gets you even wetter. My filthy girl.”

You whimpered, pushing your hips back in a desperate attempt to get more—but he pulled his hand away entirely, making you whine in frustration.

Jayce tutted, his large hand coming down in a sharp slap against your ass. “None of that. You’ll take what I give you, sweetheart.”

You gasped, the sting sending another pulse of heat straight between your legs. He soothed the spot with a slow, gentle caress before gripping your hip, his strength undeniable as he pulled you further up, angling you just the way he wanted.

Then, you felt him.

The heavy weight of his cock pressed against your slick entrance, thick and hot, teasing you with shallow rolls of his hips. He groaned at the feeling, at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to pull him inside.

“You want it, baby?” His voice was deep, rough, dripping with amusement and desire. “Want me to stretch you open, make you feel every inch?”

“Yes,” you gasped, pushing back against him, thighs shaking. “Please, Jayce. I need it. I need you.“

His grip on your hips tightened, his breath ragged as he pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching you open, inch by devastating inch. Your mouth fell open, a broken moan spilling free as he filled you, the stretch intense, toeing the line between pleasure and pain.

Jayce groaned, the sound deep and wrecked. “Shit, baby—you’re so tight. Always so fucking tight for me.”

He bottomed out with a slow, deep thrust, grinding his hips against yours, making sure you felt every inch of him buried inside you. You were full, stuffed so perfectly you could barely breathe, your body molding to him like it was made for this—made for him.

Jayce stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands smoothing over your back, down to your hips. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he murmured, his voice dripping with praise, with affection. “Such a good girl for me.”

A soft, desperate whimper left your lips at the words, and he felt it—the way your walls fluttered around him, clenching tight at his praise.

Jayce grinned against your skin. “You *love* that, don’t you?” He pulled back, slow and teasing, before snapping his hips forward, making you cry out. „Love when I tell you how good you are. How perfect this pretty little cunt is.”

You could barely think, barely do anything except feel as he started to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one designed to make you feel every thick inch of him stretching you open.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, rolling his hips in that perfect way that made your toes curl. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You couldn’t stop the sounds that spilled from your lips—high, desperate moans, gasps that bordered on sobs. It felt so good, the slow drag of his cock against your walls, the way his hands gripped you like he’d never let you go.

And then he picked up the pace.

Jayce fucked you deep, hard, each thrust forcing a choked moan from your throat. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, a plea, and he ate it up, groaning as he pounded into you, taking you the way he knew you needed.

“You hear that, baby?” he growled, leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back. His lips brushed against your ear as he slammed into you, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Hear how wet you are for me?”

You could. The obscene, messy sounds of your slick, of his cock stretching you open over and over filled the room, only adding to the heat coiling tight in your stomach.

You were close. So close.

Jayce knew it, too. He reached beneath you, fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit, circling it just right. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, voice thick with authority, with need. “Come all over my cock.”

Your whole body locked up, pleasure ripping through you like a live wire. You sobbed his name, thighs trembling, walls clenching down around him so tight it nearly broke him.

Jayce groaned, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own high. “Fuck—fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”

And then he was coming, his grip bruising on your hips as he slammed deep, burying himself inside you as he spilled, his groans low and wrecked.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing, your bodies still tangled, still joined.

Then, Jayce moved, slipping free, a mess of his spend and your release dripping between your thighs.

You barely had time to recover before he was flipping you onto your back, his lips finding yours in a deep, lingering kiss.

Jayce kissed you like he had all the time in the world.

Slow, deep, lazy.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips before sliding in, tasting, teasing, claiming. His hands roamed your body, warm and steady, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, your thighs, the slight tremble in your legs that made him hum in satisfaction.

You were still twitching from your orgasm, body wrung out, pliant beneath him. But that didn’t stop Jayce from drinking you in, savoring every little aftershock, every shiver, every soft whimper that spilled from your lips as his mouth moved from yours to your jaw, your throat, your collarbone.

“You did so well for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow of your throat, voice thick with something warm, something fond.

His hands smoothed over your sides, gentle now, soothing. The contrast made your breath hitch—how he could ruin you one moment and cradle you the next. It made your heart ache in ways you didn’t fully understand, made something inside you unravel when his nose brushed against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your temple in a lingering, tender kiss.

Jayce felt it—the way your body melted under his touch, how the tension that had been coiling inside you all night finally began to loosen. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his brown eyes dark but soft, searching.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Your chest swelled with warmth. You nodded, but the moment you tried to speak, your throat felt tight, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y-Yeah.”

Jayce frowned slightly, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. “Sure?”

You swallowed, blinking up at him, overwhelmed in a way you couldn’t quite explain. But Jayce didn’t push, didn’t demand words you weren’t ready to give. He just knew —the way he always did. His expression softened further, and then he was shifting, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close.

His chest was warm against your back as he pulled you flush against him, his arms locking securely around your waist. His lips pressed into your hair, his breath fanning across your skin as he murmured, “Just breathe for me, baby.”

You did. Inhale, exhale. Your heartbeat steadied, your body settling into the safety of his embrace. And Jayce held you there, rubbing slow, soothing circles into your skin, grounding you, keeping you.

Minutes passed, and when he felt you fully relax, he smiled against your temple. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, giving your hip a small squeeze. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You whined softly as he pulled away, your body protesting the loss of his warmth. But he was already moving, already gathering you into his arms as he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the adjoining bathroom.

The room was dimly lit, the air still warm from the steam of previous showers. Jayce set you down on the cool marble counter, brushing a few damp strands of hair away from your face. “Just sit tight for me, yeah?”

You nodded, watching as he turned toward the bathtub, rolling his shoulders, the muscles in his back flexing as he leaned down to turn the water on. He tested the temperature with his hand, adjusting the knobs until he was satisfied, then grabbed a small vial from the shelf, pouring a generous amount of oil into the filling tub. The water frothed slightly, the scent of lavender and vanilla curling into the air.

Your heart clenched. He always remembered what you liked.

Jayce turned back to you, his eyes warm as he stepped between your legs. “Let’s get you in, baby.”

His hands were steady as he helped you down, guiding you carefully into the water. The heat licked at your skin, soothing the ache in your muscles, and you let out a soft sigh as you sank deeper, the tension in your body slowly easing away.

Jayce followed soon after, stepping into the tub behind you. The water sloshed as he settled, his long legs bracketing yours, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just existed there, wrapped in warmth, in each other. Jayce’s hands moved in slow, lazy patterns over your stomach, your thighs, tracing idle shapes in the water.

Then he reached for the washcloth, lathering it up before running it gently over your skin. “Tell me if anything hurts,” he murmured, his voice low, soothing.

You hummed, leaning into his touch as he cleaned you with the utmost care, wiping away the mess of sweat and slick, of him, of everything. His movements were slow, reverent, like he was cherishing every inch of you.

When he reached between your legs, his fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, and you twitched, gasping softly. Jayce immediately eased his touch, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Easy, baby. I got you.”

Your heart squeezed at the gentle reassurance, and you let him take care of you, let him soothe the lingering soreness with tender strokes, let him murmur soft praises against your skin.

By the time he was done, your body felt boneless, your head lolling against his shoulder. Jayce chuckled, his lips curving against your temple. “You falling asleep on me?”

You made a soft noise of protest, but your eyelids were heavy, your body completely at peace in his arms. Jayce smiled, pressing another kiss to your hair before draining the tub, carefully helping you out and wrapping you in a thick, fluffy towel.

He dried you off with the same careful attention, then pulled one of his shirts over your head, the fabric swallowing you whole. You sighed at the warmth of it, at the scent of him wrapped around you.

Jayce guided you back to the bed, tucking you beneath the sheets before slipping in beside you, gathering you against his chest. His arms curled around you, holding you close, his lips pressing one final, lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice low, soothing. “I’m right here.”

And as you drifted off, safe in the arms of the man who adored you, you knew you’d never been more at home.

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taojjang · 5 months ago

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★ riize and their kinks

pairing: bf!riize x fem!reader, genre: suggestive + smut, warnings: sexual themes, dacryphilia, humiliation, size kink, degrading, praise kink, bondage, cum play (?)

shotaro . . . loves seeing you cry.

something about the trails of tears down your cheeks and the weak sobs that leave your lips drives him insane. he strives to make you feel so good to the point of sobbing while he's working into you. he loves making you beg for him to go easier on you, crying for mercy. or even better,

crying for more.

eunseok . . . loves seeing the glint of shame in your eyes when he's touching you.

something about the way you hide against his chest with pink cheeks after he tells his friends how good you taste is so adorable. so adorable that he'd do anything to see it again. in public outings or social gatherings, he likes to trail his fingers up your thighs and watch your eyes dart to him with heat rising to your face. in dire situations, he'd sneak his hand up your skirt and run his finger over the damp spot in your panties, watching you squirm beneath his touch, holding back shaky moans.

you're just too adorable.

sungchan . . . loves how easily you fit into his grip.

at first, he'd always feel guilty for getting hard when you were so eager to hug him, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tippy toes to reach his shoulders. but how could he remain calm when all he could think of was pinning your small hands above your head while driving into you? he especially loves how snug he fits inside of you, loving the way your eyes light up when he says, "you take me so well, princess."

he knew your body was made for him.

wonbin . . . loves seeing the darkness in your eyes as you ride him.

the knot in his stomach always seems to tighten whenever your grip on his hair tightens, pulling his head up to face you, spewing dirty words at him. "you're a fucking mess for me, wonbin." you'd tease, laughing at his ruined appearance. he'll always be a loser for you; melting under your touch, waiting for your next commands.

he's all yours.

seunghan . . . loves the little smile on your face when he calls you a good girl.

he's always been nothing but sweet to you throughout your entire relationship, giving you soothing kisses of sweet reassurance at any given chance. but he'd treat you especially well in bed. at times, he'd get a little too carried away when you give him full possession of your body, tugging on you harder than usual or biting your neck hard enough to leave marks. but none of that mattered when he's whispering sweet shushes into your ear. "you're such a sweet girl.. you treat me so well, angel." he'd whisper, earning sweet moans from you.

you're his angel, and he works endlessly to prove it.

sohee . . . loves the sight of you bound beneath him.

sohee loves when you take charge, leaning him down on the bed, using him to your heart's content. but something about the helpless look in your eyes as gentle "please"s leave your lips while he's tying you to the bed is so intoxicating. his heart can't seem to relax as he watches your restless squirms in the grasp of the ropes around your arms and chest. he could spend hours taking in your beauty; the way the ropes enhance the plumpness of your tits in its grip, the way your hips slightly rock at the sensation of the rope hovering above your clit, and of course those adorable eyes that look up at him, begging for his touch.

he loves knowing you need him.

anton . . . loves marking you, painting you as his.

he gets weak in the knees when he thinks of being deep inside you, painting your insides with his seed. anton will not think twice before cumming onto you, anywhere and everywhere. when you're on your knees taking him in your throat, he can't help but pull out and watch your eyes squeeze shut as his warmth spills down your pretty face. or when you're extra needy in public, asking him to meet you in the bathroom for an "emergency," pounding into you against the stall door, making sure every spare drop stays inside of you to avoid making a mess. he grins, walking out of that bathroom knowing his cum is dripping from your messy cunt.

he loves making a mess out of you.

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cckaisen · 1 year ago

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୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝓑𝓡𝓞𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓡 𝓕𝓤𝓒𝓚𝓔𝓡, sukuna ryomen !

boyfriend’s older brother!sukuna. while little bro yuji spits up his liquor in the bathroom, sukuna takes care of his girl, finally fucking her like she deserves.

ಇ. summary. sukuna brother au, fem reader, infidelity, yuji throws up so emeto. warning, manipulation, pussy slapping, biting, some predator/prey elements, size kink, dumbification, squirting, reader is intoxicated but aware, rough kuna but he switches up:3, regret/moral conflict, angst towards the end cuz ‘m a certified yapper. wc, 4.6k.

ಇ. note. been a whore for sukuna lately but i fully blame gege for drawing him so majestic. if evil then why gorgeous, hm??? we’re onto u gege. we know u love a felon. confess already.

the door to the itadori household bursts open and in floods a typhoon of drunken chaos and laughter.

drowning in giggles, yuji has his arm thrown over your aching shoulders, humming along to some kind of song. without you, he wouldn't be upright—a jumbling, intoxicated mess.

you're mostly sober, fighting to get him to the bathroom since he was heaving in the taxi.

"whyyy do ya build me upp~" he slurs, a bumbling flurried version of himself, smothering your cheek in wet kisses that have you wriggling away. "butterrrcuppp baby, jus' t'let me downnn...!"

"yuji!" you shriek, the weight of him growing more unbearable as you try to keep him up. his breath is drenched with the heavy scent of liquor. "baby, y'gotta focus or we're not gonna make it to the—"

"—and mess m'rounddd!"

"yuji—'nuff!" you groan loudly as he drapes himself over. at this rate, you might just collapse into a heap on the floor, overcome by his weight as well as the lesser, still relevant amount of alcohol you consumed at the club.

suddenly, the patter of footsteps have you perking up. sukuna—yuji's big brother—rounds the corner, gaunt features sharp with agitation. he must've woken up when the two of you came barreling in.

"sukuna—hi," you can't help the relief that bursts through your chest, evident in the way you exhale.

sukuna notes the way your knees tremble, his brother blabbering embarrassingly on top of you. he puts aside the urge to laugh, figuring he'd spare you just this once.

"here. i got 'im." without any trouble, sukuna drags his little brother under his arm, putting your strength to shame. with the weight lifted, you finally have chance to relax, rolling your arm and letting out a loud sigh of relief.

"thank you. ow—pain."

you stumble, and the broader of the two brothers chuckles, crimson gaze soaking up your body in that dress while you're distracted. "you carried him all the way home?"

"mhm. practically sprawled out on my lap in the taxi. the driver and i had to team up to get him outta there," you whine as you kick off your heels. those stupid things had you wincing terribly most of the night. yuji said they were sexy. as much as you love him, you’re more than sure you will not be wearing them again anytime soon.

"you should've called me." sukuna's features scrunch in disgust as yuji keeps singing in his hold.

"i-i-i neeeeed youu~"

"fuckin' a, did he drink the whole bar?"

"pretty much," you reply, shrugging off your coat and following behind the pair of brothers. yuji looks so funny, almost small despite his lean stature, looking deceivingly short compared to sukuna. "he made a bet with todo and lost."

the sober man grunts as he knocks open the bathroom door, holding up yuji in his other arm. his muscles flex underneath his shirt, stretching the dark cotton, where your eyes briefly linger.

you avert your attention to yuji instead, amusement melting into concern for your boyfriend.

not sharing the same sentiment, sukuna drops him down by the toilet, putting up the lid with a smack and purposely shoving yuji's head into the bowl a little harder than necessary. "theree ya go, dumbass," sukuna grunts, slapping his back as he finally pukes up. "just barely made it."

and you're sure glad he did, thanking the gods your dress had been spared amidst the drama. with the way he'd been acting, you were never sure that you would be safe from the bile climbing his throat, cringing fearfully at times.

you feel much better now that sukuna has taken over. he's older, well-versed in trivial matters like this. yuji's already told you all about his university days, the drunken nights, the fighting—

you curse your thoughts for sprawling so suddenly, shooing off your rodent-like curiosity.

their relationship struggled at times. especially so back then, but things are different now. and as much as sukuna pretends not to care for his little brother, he clearly does, at least a little. after all, the pink tresses of your boyfriends hair are ruffled in his thick hand before he lets go fully.

then sukuna walks on in a rugged stride, leaving yuji to it. on the way out, he knocks your shoulder with his. you can't tell if the action was playful, but you’re sure it wasn't hostile, at least. a little smile creeps onto your lips as your gaze follows him into the kitchen.

sukuna is weird.

he's weird because he's not like yuji in most ways; it's not necessarily a bad thing, but he's much, much harder to see through. with your boyfriend, most things are crystal clear. you can tell what he wants, what he needs, how he needs it. he'll tell you all about it—unselfishly, of course.

however, sukuna, you find, never reads so easily. and it's weird. you can't tell if you prefer it that way, or if you'd rather know what he's thinking.

especially since you're certain you just caught his eyes slithering along your curves.

anyway.

wanting to give yuji some privacy, you pull the door shut, the sound of his gags growing muffled. you half-jog-half-limp to the kitchen, preparing a glass of cold water to ease his throat once it's all over.

unbothered, sukuna leans his back against the counter, scrolling on his phone like this is just another night to him. it's weird.

you start wondering, drawing up the conclusion that this might be first time you and him have ever been alone, in a way. yuji is there, but not really, if you know what i mean. not mentally, anyway.

before you can finish that thought, you deliver the glass to yuji, crouching down to his level and rubbing his back with careful affection. "got you some water, baby. right here, by your hand." you take it gently, guiding it towards the glass.

he's not throwing up so much now, just laying there, waiting for the next wave of nausea to crash over him. his fingers respond to the glass, wrapping around it. "thanks, hic—y're so good t'me..."

you smile warmly, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek. you couldn't care less that he reeks of all kinds of concoctions and puke all rolled up together, wanting to be there for him regardless as you know he would for you.

you whisper a few more reassuring words to him before taking your leave, giving him some time to recover by himself. the bathroom door clicks shut. forgetting all about the third party, you let your back press against it, head jilting as a sigh slips out.

"he worn ya down that much?" sukuna snorts at the display, looking up from his phone.

despite your initial surprise, you laugh too. "he doesn't usually. it's just... been a busy night, i guess. i think he'll pass out in there."

sukuna briefly dips his head into the fridge, getting out a chartreuse-tinted bottle of something. "one would hope. you want one?"

"you're being weirdly nice." you blurt suspiciously, smirking. oh god. maybe the alcohol was starting to work you over, too, because you definitely weren't supposed to say that. sometimes it's better not to ask, someone told you once.

sukuna pulls a face that makes you wish you could crawl out of your skin on command, even though there's technically logic behind your last words.

"am i usually mean?"

"n-no, i just mean—" fuck, stop talking. with growing embarrassment, you shake your head, "nothing. sorry. that was assumptive."

the way you initially scrambled to answer appealed to some wicked humor in him as he laughed. "yeah, it was. so yes or no?"

"yes," you sigh, shoulders slumping in admission, knowing you probably needed it. especially after whatever that was. your head is pounding—god, someone should put me down.

sukuna opens up your bottle with his teeth as you hop up on the counter, watching each other. all had gone quiet behind you. sukuna handed you the drink with the lid still between his teeth, venom swirling in his eyes when he saw the way yours lingered on the gesture.

slowly, you took the bottle, pressing the rim up to your lips before taking a sip. it bubbles in your mouth, sparkling on your tongue before you swallow it down. the burn is a little unpleasant, but you manage.

"any good?" sukuna asks.

"'s okay," you shrug, reading the bottle, pretending like any of it made sense. "a little bitter."

"you like 'em sweet?" the taller man frowns, sorting through the cupboards for something that you're too immersed to ask about.

"kinda. but too much makes me sick," you explain, scrunching your nose at the thought. "i like a balance."

"oh, really?" sukuna snorts as if you've just said the funniest thing in the world.

in one confused motion, you lower your brows. and jilt your head, wondering what's with the sudden jest. "yeah, uh... is that funny?"

sukuna raises his brows, shaking his head, some glasses clinking. "no, not funny. nothin's funny."

he really knows how to make a person feel small, you'd give him that much.

you avert your gaze, heart crawling up into your cheeks. "okay, well..."

"what about you?" he interjects, sparking up another tiny bit of annoyance in you again. not that you knew what you were gonna say anyways. it most likely would've been embarrassing anyway, making you shrink even more, wanting yuji to come out already—

"what about me?" you wonder, your voice meeker than before. curious and cautious, tip-toeing around his words. is there something you're hiding?

"are you the sticking-around or screwing-around type?"

"oh, right," you laugh, making sense of his question. it's big one, though. kind of sprung on you. still, you manage to respond, just telling him what you know while glowing with intoxication, "well, we've only been going out a couple months."

you're more focused on the way he's watching you than you are on actually answering. his eyes are sharp and torrid in comparison to his little brother's, and the way he gazes down rather than looks at you has something in you stirring, writihing hotly beneath your skin.

it's exciting. why is it exciting? there's a giddiness that gyres in the pit of your gut like a ballerina, pirouettes and grands jetés, heat cooking and simmering through your veins. it's terrible. it's weird.

"well, you can't blame me for being protective." sukuna shrugs. "he seems to really like you."

while what he's saying rings true, there's a chord slightly off-key, something askew that you can't place. is he closer than before?

you ignore it, trying on a smile. "well, feeling's mutual."

you take another sip from the bottle, the cool rim settling on your lips, sparks igniting on your tongue, the same routine replaying. you don't even think before adding gleefully, "and he's like, a jazillion times more sane than my last boyfriend, so i'm happy."

"are you?" sukuna asks, serious.

it was like flipping a switch. he was laughing, now he's earnest, and you were just entirely confused, his meaning lost on you, like you're the last in line in a game of chinese whispers. he caught you off guard with that one. and he knows it, too, carmine eyes feasting on your discomfort.

your smile falters slightly before you nod. "yeah."

"okay." he just says.

now you were really starting to get pissed off with him. whatever he's doing, it's stupid. he might as well have you cornered, except you've done nothing wrong, and yet he's prancing around you with a tone of prolific doubt. as if he knows something about you that you yourself don't.

"what?" you demand, equally serious now, smile wiped clean off. the air turns thick.

sukuna shrugs his shoulders again and you swear you have to fight off a sneer. "nothing."

is he casting doubt on your love for yuji? is that what this is? is he trying to tell you you're not good enough for him? that even though you trudged half a mile in those huge stupid heels just because he said they looked hot on you—carrying his dead weight, might i add, as he was screeching a song you'd never heard in your ear—that all of that was just for laughs, and there were no real feelings behind those actions? is that seriously what he's getting at?

sukuna wants to laugh so bad. your face is all screwed up, cheeks puffed out and burning a deep red. oh, how it fuels him. your stubbornness, that endearing naivety that clings to you like all your modest perfumes, the one that lingers in yuji's room, occasionally in his clothes, infecting every dark corner of his mind—and now you know how it feels to be tortured by him.

"you want some water?" the man asks casually. your mind is on fire, your thoughts more blaring than you would probably think. it's written all over you.

his question makes your shoulders drop, feeling stupid all over again. what are you getting so worked up for? you're secure in your feelings for yuji. as his brother, sukuna has every right to feel concern for him. there really is no need for you to be acting like this.

he's playing you like a damn flute.

"yes, please." you answer a lot more softly, pulling your hair around to one side. you'd been bratty without cause, assumptive, again. you really need to stop mischaracterizing him. after all, he's no monster. "i think all the drinks are finally getting to my head a little."

he starts filling up a glass, grinning at you over his shoulder, mischief playing in his slanted-eyes. "oh, don't tell me you were expecting anything bottled. tap's the best y're gonna get from us. hope you can handle it."

a smile works onto your lips as you finally start to loosen up again, legs swinging gently off the side of the counter. playing along, you wince. "oh yeah, well, i usually only drink expensive, you know, mineral-rich—"

"yeah."

he's suddenly between your legs, his mouth devouring your own, swallowing the terrified noise that begs to escape. for a moment, you're frozen in shock, eyes widening as you palms meet his chest in a forceful attempt at creating space.

sukuna juts back, forced away from you. his eyes crack open but are still like slits, dark, crawling with lust you hadn't previously noticed—no, acknowledged, because the choice has always been there.

he relishes in the terror that brims in your eyes at his visceral kiss. it feels natural, but not in the tender, motherly sense. like predator devouring prey. the natural order of life.

his hands are hot, gripping onto your thighs, digging into the tights he could easily rip to shreds, giving him full access to your warm cunt, to ruin you.

and yet he doesn't.

he waits for your eyes to droop, for you to lunge at him, accepting this twisted spiral of events, indulging his darkness. teeth clicking, tongues meeting messily in a sloppy kiss, drool gathering between you both as you crash together all at once, a train wreck of carnality. sukuna's hands are all over you, groping, slashing at the crotch of your tights. you gasp into his mouth as cold air meets the sobbing wetness of your cunt, followed by a slap to it.

"f-fuck! hey, who said you could—hmff!" you yelp as his hand clamps over your mouth suddenly, his scarlet eyes narrowing.

"brat, watch ya fuckin' mouth." sukuna warns as you grapple with him. his tattoos look especially menacing then, chiseling his features. "he's drunk. not deaf."

you nod, trying to tell him you understand. he releases your lips in an instant only to seize them again in his so forcefully.

yuji would never—could never take you like this, and you fucking know it. you know it with every gnaw, every squash of your tits that leaves you whining like a bitch in heat, every bite against your neck where you can feel the outline of his brother's teeth and a short gush of crimson.

rationality is lost on you as you mindlessly rut against him, your hands running up and down his back until you start tugging on his pants, eager to rid him of them.

meanwhile, sukuna's making a meal out of you—you make up half of his size, giving him complete control to do as ever he pleases.

every whine is met with a grunt. his cock must have been freed at some point as you feel his greedy hands lift you against him, your chests meeting, the sharp cold of the counter leaving your ass and feeling his palms spread you apart instead.

nothing could prepare you for the suddenness of which he fills you—you scream, half openly, half having shoved your face into his shoulder—aware his brother, your lover, is passed out over the toilet in the other room.

"shh, shh—fuckin' shit!" sukuna groans, features curling in erotic bliss.

he gluts you in ways yuji never has, the ways he'll never dare—with such cruel, carnal demand, to the brim, unkind, violent, and so, so fucking good.

as he breaches your womb, you claw his back raw through his shirt. a sob rips through you. sukuna does his best to keep you quiet. "shh... fuck. yer so fuckin' tight, girl. relax."

"t-tryin'... 'm so full..." you whine, eyes misting over with tears. it feels too good, you think...

"i know—" sukuna chokes, barely lifting you up on his cock, feeling your walls spasm around him. "fuck, what ya cryin' for?"

he feels too good.

"d-don't move yet, i'll cum," you gasp, and he hasn't even tried—sukuna's expression blanches.

"already?" he bursts out laughing in his brutish way, the side that yuji lacked entirely as the nicest person you've ever known; fuck. the humiliation makes your cunt squeeze again.

he lifts you up, your knees draped over his thick arms, foreheads meeting. your breaths intertwine, hot and treacherous, caressing each other's faces.

"ya know, i've fuckin' heard you, all those times."

"wh-what?" you stammer cluelessly, only half there, clinging to sukuna as he dangles you on his cock, your eyes crossing when he starts to bounce you on him.

"said i fuckin' heard you, you 'n yuji—'n shit, ya never got this loud, huh?" he smirks wickedly, feeling your body collapse hopelessly against him. he fucks you up and down on him, swallowing up your pathetic moans and whines like they were the last noise he'd ever hear. "been wanting to take ya like this, stretch yer dumb little cunt on me, fuckk—ya got no fuckin' idea, princess."

rocking up and down, you wail, head bobbing. sukuna can just see your little maw dangling open—it takes everything in him not to jam his fucking fingers in your throat until you drool and splutter around him.

"y—you wanted—this?" you struggle, feeling too good to make sense of anything, to think straight, to do anything other than take every rough kiss to your cervix, feeling your insides bruise and swell with lucid excitements.

"lemme guess, the brat cums too soon—never quite gets ya there, hm?" sukuna guesses correctly, making you whine and nod and babble.

"h-how did y—ah, fuck—!" he snapped his hips, picking up the speed as you wept on him. you'd never been fucked like this in your life, and your world was getting flipped on its head. when did your dress come down? you weren't sure—but now your tits were bouncing and sukuna wasn't gonna pass up the opportunity to tear into them.

"cuz, 's just obvious," sukuna rasps, teeth clamping down on your raised nipple, "can tell this sloppy pussy ain't gettin' treated right. not when she's—shit—creamin' all over me jus' from stickin' it in."

"'k—kuna, don't—ahh! fuck!"

"that's it girl, shit, c'mon," sukuna keeps picking you back up only to drop all your weight on his fat cock, his balls slapping against your ass, the slick you're gushing causing them to stick together.

your head is empty, devoid of anything except the chaos, the suddenness of it all, the shock, he's fucking you. your boyfriend's older brother is fucking you, and you've never felt so goddamn good.

there's this sudden wave. a wetness. an explosive feeling that crashes over you in one swift, predatory pounce. like when a deer gets suddenly ripped apart. your head straight up drops on sukuna's shoulder, and you're sobbing loudly, babbling words that can't be defined.

then all of a sudden, sukuna outright cackles; the sound bleeds into your ringing ears, head picking up off of his shoulder.

"no fuckin' way!" he roars with laughter. you wanna shush him, but you can't move—your nerve ends are all bursting to life, like fruitful grapes popping between two fingers. it's happening again, whatever that feeling is, whelming you; this time you his fingers rub back and forth harshly across your clit, but wait—

"dumb lil pussy's squirtin' already, hahh, shit—fuckin' christ, girl—" he's enamored, watching you cum in adorable little spurts, soaking his clothes, your tights, and the kitchen floor, covering everything in your stupid juices.

"you wanted this, goddamn—look at you."

your eyes are rolled back as he kisses you again, fingers tearing into your scalp, the lewd sound of your lips smacking together filling the air.

never in your fucking life. you'd never came like that, so violently, so carelessly, not without really, really trying. all sukuna had to do was pump you up and down on his cock, say a few words and you were spraying like a tap. how fucking pathetic.

and then he does it again. drags another one out of you, laughing.

you barely catch his next words.

"'m gonna fuckin' cum in ya."

"n—no—" you stumble out, barely coming to at the words, but their enough to fill you with at least some urgency. your ass is bruised at the back from being repeatedly slammed against the counter, the wind knocked out of you entirely. "d-don't, wait, you can't—"

"why the fuck not, hah?" sukuna rumbles. "don't tell me it's cuz'a—"

"—yuji," you sob.

it hits you. it hits you then, hard, at the worst time. a gut-punch, one that makes you heave. in less than half a second, a guilt strong enough to set your skin alight cultivates and wrecks each single sense. his cologne invades your nostrils, an imaginary sensation, forced to breathe its natural, tender nature as opposed to sukuna's harsh and crude and brooding one, the one you're drowning in. the one sticking to your skin.

your hand—finally letting go of sukuna's shoulder, where you were keeping yourself stable—slaps over your mouth, tears springing into your eyes.

"f—fuck, fuck, fuck!" sukuna chants, eyes scrunching as he gets lost in the pleasure. he's pounding you, knocking your eyes back still, not slowing his pace for anything. your leg flails once, but how can you fight when he's holding you up like this?

"'s—'kuna," you choke out brokenly, slapping his chest with whatever strength you can muster. your lip quivers, heart aching in your chest as you plead tearfully, "don't."

he'd never been considerate. he'd never 'made love'. not even now. he fucked. he lied, he slipped off condoms, he 'forgot' to pull out, all so many times before. it was clockwork to him. he could've easily done it again. lied. been selfish. blurred the lines. cheated consent.

put a baby in his little brother's whore girlfriend.

and yet sukuna weirdly found himself pulling out of you last second, one hand holding you up while the other jerked his cock until thick ropes of cum splattered up your dress with a strained grunt. his orgasm spoils at it hits, a rough ecstasy that's tattered along the edges and ultimately, ultimately unsatisfying. it barely scratches the surface. the heat of it hasn't even started leaving his body before he wants more, regrets not filling you up, every cell inside him clawing for it, starved and fucking addicted.

sukuna almost, almost crushes you against the island, dropping you on the counter again where your drenched cunt feels like it's been electrocuted when met with the cold so suddenly. you gasp, arching into him, searching for any kind of warmth.

but he rips away from you, turning his back. his touch is gone as soon as it came. any desire flatlines, ringing loudly, blaring in your sensitive ears. alarm bells.

what is this?

both your chests are heaving. there's no afterglow. it's messy, dirty, frantic. cheap. depraved.

and it seems like you aren't the only one.

"s-sukuna, i—"

CLICK.

lips snapping shut, you sit right up, head whipping around in the most deafeningly guilty sense ever. heart in your throat, your expression echoes one of pure horror, one you expect will reflect your boyfriend's when he realizes what's going on here.

yuji stumbles out of the bathroom, his mop of pink hair tousled and eyelids low. he hangs by the doorframe for several seconds, his head dropped, not even looking up. it takes only a few steps. they're slow, clumsy, lead him to the bedroom door. he doesn't notice. he doesn't notice.

his older brother and his girlfriend are feet away, covered in squirt and sperm and other dirty secrets. shame. guilt. some more than others.

and he just blunders into the bedroom, a loud 'thump', telling you that he made it to bed.

all you do is stare. your jaw stays slack.

you hear a zipper and, frazzled, quickly flit your head at sukuna. he's fixing his clothes, not paying you any mind.

you stare at his back, despairing.

"wh—you're just gonna...?" you stammer incredulously, trying to do the same but there's no fixing the gaping hole in your tights that reaches down to your mid thighs.

away from his gaze, him cum settles against the fabric of your torn up dress, pooling slowly in its place.

his cock, hardly soft, twitches again, urging his need. he ends up frozen for a moment, simply staring, before he numbly moves forward.

he leaves, leaving you sat on the counter as he storms out into the night, slamming the front door behind him.

you're alone there, stunned, cum up your dress that is almost but not quite your boyfriend's, the floor below you soaked, and a heartbeat in every part of your body.

trembling, you push yourself off of the counter.

vaguely aware of the layout of the house, you scramble to find some wipes and clean up the mess on the floor. after that, it takes at least 10 minutes to get the semen out of your dress, but even then, you feel filthy.

you sniffle over the sink, scrubbing soapy suds into your tainted skin. wanting to throw up.

what the fuck had you done?

you'd cheated. that's it. you cheated on the sweetest angel, your angel, yuji. the one entirely too gentle and trusting for this world. you betrayed him. a sob rips through you, shattering your core.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

as you sneak back into bed, fingers still shaking as they turn the handle to yuji's room, you don't even have the energy to change your clothes. you simply crawl into bed, too crushed to face him, not garnering the strength, knowing what you'd done. a tear slips down your cheek.

because you can't even regret it.

and before you know it, yuji's draping himself over you, his arms, pulling you against the haven of his chest, sighing against your neck.

"you made it..." he mumbles.

oh, how you want to sob when he says such a thing. "yeah," you nod, trying to suppress the break in your voice, "yeah, i'm here."

yuji grunts happily, snuggling you closer. "mmh, good."

you don't think you will ever forgive yourself.

"i love you." yuji says, blind to the truth.

but you swear it's not one-sided. "i love you," you admit, beginning to cry softly in his arms, wondering if it will be the last time you ever get the liberty of doing so again.

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simonbrain · 14 days ago

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ok ok how about this but the roles are reversed and make it a little dark bc i'm crazy

cw: depictions of violence, they are unfortunately matching each other's freaks

you fucking despise him.

that infuriating, egotistical bastard goes harder on you than anyone else during practice, stretching you to your limits until purples and blues are blooming all over your skin and you're doing the limp of shame back to the side of the sparring mat. absolutely seething when he gives you a once-over, eyes crinkled with mirth just the slightest before he huffs and turns away.

that stupid, freakish brute. that mancunian mutt.

petty insults were all you could come up with in your head each time you were near him because you knew when to hold your tongue, even if you didn't want to. even if all you wanted to do was spit in his face and call him an ugly cunt, you actually valued your life.

then the insults delved into something deeper and darker the rougher he got with you. now, instead of mocking the crooked way his mask is sitting, you think about bashing that damn skull on his face right back into his own until pink matter coats the ground. each time he barks at you to run faster, you think about strapping him to a chair, strapping his feet to another, and stomping right down the middle and shattering his knees.

"think you've been spendin' more time at the mess than in the gym," while he's got you rendered immobile on the floor, and you're gritting through the urge to reenact the current scenario of kicking him right in the balls that's playing in your head. "stop slouching and fix that fuckin' form," while you're doing hand-to-hand combat, and you're imagining an anvil falling from the sky and flattening him on impact.

is it healthy to imagine such gruesome things happening to your lieutenant? definitely not. do they help you get through each and every interaction with him? a little bit. you're just happy no one can see them but you. you're not really keen on earning the reputation for being a crazy bitch.

(little do you know, ghost sees each and every sick fantasy you have about him in your head.

he's been seeing them for a while now, and the only reason he isn't scruffing you and teaching you a lesson is because he has been filing away the images in his head and tugging his cock to them every night. all that rage you have, all that hate you carry for him, nothing like it has made him feel this wound up before. it's the reason he's so mean, the reason he throws you around like a rag doll and sneers at you like you're nothing but a nuisance.

and he should probably be pissed at the audacity you have, at your bratty attitude and dark, heavy glares, but each scenario you come up with, more creative than the last, only serves to work him up further. it's getting ridiculous how fast his cock fills out whenever he's near you, how heavy his breathing gets whenever he takes a peek in your head and sees all the horrible ways you want to kill him.

he's really hoping you try it. he's hoping he wakes up to you holding his own pillow over his face while he sleeps; he hopes you finally give in to your fucked-up desires and hurt him like you've been so desperately wanting to.)

#does anyone get it #he sees you thinking about suffocating him with his own mask and thinks 'fuck yeah'#he wants to hand you a knife and tell you to go ham #you'd call it cathartic he'd call it foreplay #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #rainwrites 𐙚 #cw violent thoughts #cw violence #telepath!ghost

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spinecouture · 2 months ago

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Could you pleaseeeee do some more Daryl smut cause your writing is majestic.

cw: mentions of somnophilia, asphyxiation, alcohol, marijuana

— when daryl is submissive?

he’s all over the place, whining, panting, bucking his hips, hiding his face in his hands. he’s groaning at every tease and taunt, but is unable to find a comeback. he secretly loves being so out of control, letting someone else take the reigns for once. his dick is so hard he might cry a little.

— when daryl is dominant?

he’s a beast. he gets carried away at times, losing himself to the back and forth you two play. piss him off once, shame on him. piss him off twice, he’ll pin you to the wall with his hand on your throat. snarling in your ear, ‘watch it.’ oh, how he loves hearing you melt, giving in and blabbering sweet apologies. all so he has you pliant and ready for him to pound into later.

— when daryl is tired?

the man can barely keep his eyes open, lazily thrusting into you on his side. your whines keep him hard, your desperate hips backing into his movements keep him awake. barely. he’s grunting softly, hand splayed on your stomach, humping you until he cums. he’s soon snoring and drooling into the crook of your neck, not even pulling out before falling asleep satisfied. wake him up with your lips on his cock, and he’s a goner. he crumbles, letting out a growl all raspy and deep, tangling his hands in your hair.

— when daryl is drunk?

he doesn’t want to, but god, you’re persistent. maybe you’re a bit drunk, too, but you’ve never been more sure of how bad you want him. you’ll sit and bounce all pretty on his cock, giving him the chance to let out slurred dirty talk. he’s rambling on about how filthy you are, riding him so desperately. it’s messy and barely cohesive, but it’s enough to get you off. he might force your hips down harder a few times, grinning sloppily while he coos, reminding you to ‘just take it.’ he can’t help but be a little rough when he’s wasted.

— when daryl is high?

what a lovey-dovey high. he’s all over you, so handsy and attentive. he’s kissing your stomach, hips and thighs, going down on you like it’s his favorite meal. he’s murmuring in your ear, ‘so good for me,’ and ‘keep going.’ all stoned and hard, you’ve got the man whipped; he’d do anything to get you off. ‘sit on my face,’ he’d plead, giving you eyes that you just can’t ignore. you’re giggling and making out and he feels like a teenager again. you’re both covered in drool and he loves it.

an: working on more smut oneshots !!! feel free to send specific reqs if you have ideas. also working on original characters so maybe some of that soon!!! thank you guys for 100 followers :3

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd #twd fanfiction #drabble #twd smut #daryl dixon smut #smut #fanfiction

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kingtomura · 10 months ago

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Tough love

summary: Back and forth banter with a world class villain is all fun and games until he’s gotten you undressed and underneath him, begging for anything and everything he can give you. cw: tomura shigaraki x female reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, creampie, piv, dacryphilia, very smitten tomura, just smut tbh, drabble wc: 1k | crossposted to ao3

Tomura Shigaraki knows he has a way with words.

He’s had to learn, especially if he would be the one to rule the underworld, you know.

It always catches you off guard and it always leaves you wanting a little more — so when you’ve found yourself beneath him in the dark covers of his bed, you slowly realize just how cunning a mastermind villain could really be.

And it drives you crazy.

The way he eases into you with promises and whispers of going slow and taking it easy because in his eyes you’re just so fragile he wouldn’t want to break you.

But God, it’s so hard to keep his word because you’re so tight and your little moans and whimpers are driving him crazy.

His thick cock tears through your hymen as he pushes on. Inch by inch, Tomura slides in through the slick, tight walls of your cunt. He’s so deep, the head of it kisses your cervix.

He gives you a second to adjust — he promised he would go easy on you, but your pretty cunt just takes him so well and you’re being so good for him, he can’t help himself. It’s impossible to keep still and he can’t take the stagnation anymore.

Your little cries sound like music to his ears and he knows it should make him feel a little more ashamed, but Tomura Shigaraki is not one to feel shame. He adores your cries and wants to hear more of them.

Tomura wants you to break for him, but he won’t let you know that.

No, instead he tells you how well you’re doing and relishes in the way you whine as he gets faster — the pain getting a little worse but the pleasure getting a little closer.

And oh it hits just the right spot for him because he’s losing himself more and more into your soft, addictive walls. He knows that if he goes a little harder he may even see those pretty tears trail down your cheeks.

You tell him to slow down, that you don’t think you can take it if he keeps this up, but that’s just what he wants, isn’t it?

He wants you broken and crying for his cock.

He wants you to cum around him as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you with each thrust, cock brushing that sensitive spot inside of you and making you cry out.

You’re such a good girl for him, so good and so sweet — you give him everything he asks for.

You look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, your long lashes wet with unshed tears and you beg.

The pain has fizzled away and now you're begging him to go faster, harder — to give you more, and he does!

He does with a fever he didn’t know he had as those tears finally, finally make their way down your soft cheeks and he just can’t help himself when he leans down, tongue darting out to catch the salty drops before they trail further and fall onto his dark bedsheets.

It would be too much of a waste to let them go. Not when he’s worked this hard for them.

You’re close.

He can tell from the way you tighten around his cock and by the way your moans are rising by an octave.

Tomura decides he loves this part.

He loves to see you come undone completely and surrender yourself to him in a way you’ve never conceded before. He loves to see your expression as he holds your hands above your head, grip tight on your wrists, but careful finger lifted for your protection.

It’s hard not to get carried away.

There’s the rattling of the headboard as it slams against the walls of his bedroom, the bed is shaking with the force of his thrusts. It should be a sign that he should try to keep it down — that he should be more thoughtful of those who may be within the building, but all it takes is a glossy eyed look from you and he knows it doesn’t matter.

No, none of it matters as he doubles down, his forever careful hands moving to get a better grip on you. Tomura settles for one hand gripping your waist as he leans down onto his elbow of the other. The close proximity is intoxicating as he now has the leverage to really fuck into you without a care.

He watches on as you bring a hand to his cheek, eyes lost in pleasure, but still seeking the intimate affection from him.

He loves the way your eyes close and your brows furrow as you get closer and closer and—

“Fuck..” his own breathy moan catches him off guard, too lost in his own pleasure and watching you that he let himself go along with your release.

The way your pussy grips him, so tight and so wet, makes his hips stutter and his vision blur as the white ropes of his cum fill your insides.

You were so pretty, but especially now in the afterglow of it all — sweat clinging to your skin as you tried so desperately to catch your breath.

Tomura loved it. He loved all of it.

It’s not enough to let you just lie there so he leans down, capturing your soft lips into a kiss and dipping his tongue into your mouth.

You moan softly at the intrusion and Tomura drinks it up with a groan of his own.

You taste so sweet to him, like a fruit he just cannot get enough of — a cold drink on a hot day.

Tomura finally pulls away to admire his work of your kiss swollen lips and drunkenly pleased smile and it makes his chest clench.

It’s such a sight that he just can’t help himself when his hips start moving again, steadily going in and out as his already sensitive cock hardened again.

He hopes you’re ready for round two because he’s only getting started.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #mha x reader #my works #tenko shimura x reader #shigaraki smut

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mountainficss · 1 year ago

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!! mentions of: sexual fantasies, hair pulling

i’ve been thinking about a pervybestfriend!wonwoo for a bit. i like the idea of sweet shy wonwoo being a disgusting pervert :)

wonwoo is a very polite boy. even as your friend he’s always doing the most thoughtful things for you. holding the door for you, offering to carry your things for you or lift things for you, walking you to your car or your front door so you don’t walk alone—he does it all! he’s the most considerate guy you’ve ever met. that’s part of the reason why you absolutely love being friends with him. befriending wonwoo was a struggle, his shy nature made him a bit hard to approach at first. but afterwards you were inseparable. any free time you had was always spent with wonwoo. you’ve probably slept at his apartment more than you’ve slept in your own. most free days with him would be spent at his apartment just lounging around or playing games together. spending so much time around you would bring wonwoo joy, but he’d constantly be finding himself flustered around you. he’d notice his mind wandering to dangerous places every second he spent near you.

his eyes would unconsciously glue themselves to your thighs while you game with him on the floor, your shorts being too short to fully cover them. he couldn’t help but imagine groping and fondling them. images of his cock thrusting between your thighs have crossed his mind more than once, and every time he caught himself staring he’d forcefully rip his gaze from your legs with a red face. his stomach would twist in guilt as he tried to bury these dirty thoughts of you.

he’d find himself fantasizing every time you wore his clothes. you’d often steal his t-shirts or hoodies every time you slept over, claiming his clothes were more comfortable than yours. every saturday morning he’d see you exit the bathroom adorned in one of his large hoodies and his imagination would be working. the amount of times he’s envisioned you bouncing on his cock wearing nothing but his hoodie is borderline shameful. he’d imagine how you’d smell like your sweet perfume mixed with his scent, how the smell of him would cling to you like you were his. he really tries to control himself but he just can’t help it. he thinks of you more than he likes to admit.

and what wonwoo doesn’t know is that you know how perverted he is. he thinks he’s good at hiding it, but how he acts around you makes it blatantly obvious he wants you. you notice how red his face gets, how he sometimes stutters and avoids your gaze when you talk to him. you always catch his eyes flitting to your chest when you wear a low-cut shirt, his eyes darting quickly back to your face and adjusting his glasses absentmindedly. you love how wonwoo acts when he’s with you, and how his chivalrous personality is merely an act. you know wonwoo’s sweet, but you also know that this shy baby’s thoughts are even more lewd than he’ll ever care to reveal to you. which is why you decided to dedicate an entire saturday to flustering him! :)

you’d wear your shortest pair of shorts and wonwoo’s biggest hoodie, giving the illusion that you were wearing his hoodie and nothing underneath. you’d find excuses to touch him, clinging onto his arm while he’s in the kitchen and “accidentally” brushing your hand against his thigh while you’re on the couch with him. by this point wonwoo’s buzzing with arousal, the movie playing on his television sounding like muffled background noise to him. he’s hyper focused on your head leaning on his shoulder and your fingers interlaced with his, rubbing small patterns onto his skin. he had no clue why you were being so touchy today, but it was making everything harder for him. he felt his cock throbbing in his sweats, and his body felt on edge being next to you. you glanced up at his face, relishing in the tinge of pink on his cheeks and his deep breaths to attempt to relax. he looked so pretty under the flickering light of the tv. “wonwoo,” you’d murmur, watching him slightly jump at the sound of your voice and try to play it off by clearing his throat. “hm?” he’d hum, his eyes traveling down to yours and darting away out of embarrassment. you’d put both hands on his thigh under the guise of pushing yourself upright, but you both knew your true intentions. “can i sit on your lap?” you’d question innocently, watching his reaction. you’d watch him swallow nervously, his adam’s apple bobbing as he processes your request. “you’ve never sat on my lap before,” he’d sputtered. “oh c’mon,” you’d grumble, tugging at his hand. “you’re my best friend. it’s normal.” and that’s how you found yourself seated on wonwoo’s lap, grabbing his wrists and twisting his arms around your torso and forcing him to hold you closer. his chest was pressed against your back, and you felt his shaky exhales tickle your neck from behind. you felt the hardness of his erection pressing into you, occasionally readjusting just so you can feel him throb beneath you. you snake your arm behind him, tangling your fingers in his hair and slightly gripping it. he’d let out a little gasp feeling you pulling his hair unexpectedly. “you think about some nasty shit, don’t you?” you’d chuckle darkly, feeling wonwoo’s heartbeat pounding against your back. “wh-what?” he stumbled, the feeling of your hand fisting his hair making him dizzy in the best way possible. you could feel him squirming a bit underneath you, his arms still wrapped around your torso. “you’re a pervert.” you’d stated, your nonchalant tone making wonwoo’s stomach drop in shock. “you look at my thighs all the time. and i catch you staring at me when i wear your clothes,” you’d laugh. you release his hair, turning around to straddle wonwoo instead. you throw your arms around his neck and press your heat against his erection, grinding down once just to see him wince. “you like when i wear your clothes, don’t you?” you taunt, a smile tugging at your lips as you study his flushed face. he quickly shook his head no, his glasses slightly falling down his nose at the small side-to-side motion. “it’s not like that,” he denied, scrambling to defend himself. “i’m not a pervert. you’re my friend, i love you,” he rambled, looking at you with a pleading expression. you’d smile reassuringly, one hand moving to his glasses to readjust them, running a finger over the hinges. “don’t lie,” you’d whisper, running the backs of your knuckles against his cheek delicately. his skin was smooth against your hand, the heat from how hard he was blushing warming your fingers. “i think you are.” you’d laugh teasingly, snatching his glasses and rolling off his lap. you’d lean your back against the arm of the couch, throwing your legs over wonwoo’s and slipping his glasses on jovially. “let’s finish this movie,” you chirped, turning your head towards the tv and leaving poor wonwoo dazed and turned on ;(

i <3 shy perverted wonwoo ;(

#seventeen smut #thoughts #seventeen #smut #sub!idol #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo #svt smut #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonu #mountainficss

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magical-reid · 2 months ago

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Hidden in Plain Sight

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 1.4 K

Warning: Unedited, I'm not sure how I feel about this one.

Summary: Lip Gallagher secretly dates someone outside his chaotic world, but their hidden relationship grows harder to maintain as the tension between them builds. After a Gallagher party and a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, they finally reveal their romance, leading to a mix of teasing and acceptance from the family.

Lip Gallagher had never believed in the concept of comfort. In the Gallagher world, comfort was a luxury—one that didn’t exist in his universe. But then, she showed up. She was different. Calm in a way that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he could find a little peace.

It all started the night she led him into her bathroom for a bath. Lip had laughed at first. A bath? He was a Gallagher, for God’s sake. He didn’t do baths. He did survival, did self-reliance, did fighting through each day like it was the last. But she had her way of convincing him.

"You’ll love it," she had teased, running the water with a familiar ease, as if this was something he’d done his whole life.

"Seriously?" Lip had said, eyeing the oversized tub like it might swallow him whole. "You’re joking, right?"

"Nope. You need to relax, Lip. Trust me."

At first, it was awkward. He sat at the edge, arms crossed, trying to look like he was too cool for something this soft. But as the steam filled the room, as the lavender scent slowly settled around him, something inside him softened. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been carrying, how tight his body always was, until it began to unwind under the warm water.

"Alright, this isn't terrible," Lip muttered, looking over at her as she sat beside him, a knowing smile on her lips.

She leaned in closer, her voice almost a whisper. "See? You don’t always have to fight, Lip."

He chuckled, something between disbelief and real affection in his eyes. "It’s just… weird. But, yeah. I could get used to this."

And so began the unraveling of the walls Lip had carefully built around himself. That moment in the bathroom was only the beginning.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It had been weeks since that night. Things between them weren’t official, but everyone could feel the shift. Lip didn’t talk about it—hell, he barely let himself think about it—but there was no denying it: he was starting to care. More than he’d allowed himself to care for anything in a long time.

The secrecy, though, was killing him. It wasn’t about shame. He wasn’t ashamed of her. It was fear. Fear that if it came out—if the chaos of his family got wind of this—they’d tear it apart. Everyone had an opinion, and no one held back. And if it went wrong… He couldn’t bear to imagine it.

Still, he loved the thrill. The sneaking around. The stolen glances when no one was looking. The quiet moments when they’d slip into each other’s rooms before the sun came up.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

One night, after an exhausting day full of Gallagher-family drama, they found themselves at yet another one of their infamous parties. Music blasting, people arguing, Fiona reigning over the madness like the queen she was. But Lip couldn't focus on any of that. His eyes kept finding her across the room—her quiet smile, the way she rolled her eyes at his brothers. He couldn't help it; he was drawn to her in ways that made him forget about everything else.

Debbie nudged her, breaking her from the trance. “What’s up with you? You’re blushing like crazy.”

She laughed nervously, trying to play it off. "Just hot in here."

But Lip, never one to let an opportunity pass, caught her eye from across the room. His smirk was obvious, and as he passed by, his fingers brushed the small of her back. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, making her heart race.

Debbie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure there’s nothing else going on?”

She shifted uncomfortably, forcing a smile. “Just drop it.”

But Lip wasn’t done. He leaned against the kitchen counter, watching her with amusement. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and she knew he was enjoying every moment of this teasing.

Eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. Excusing herself from Debbie and Kev, she slipped into the bathroom for a breather. But before she could close the door, Lip appeared, stepping into the pantry with a grin that made her pulse spike.

“Lip!” she hissed, looking over her shoulder. “Are you insane? Someone’s going to see us!”

“Nah,” he said, closing the door behind him. “I’ve been watching you all night. You drive me crazy.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to maintain some composure. “You’re the one who keeps staring.”

His smile widened, and before she could protest, he stepped closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was slow, deliberate, and it made her breath catch.

“Relax,” Lip murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. “I’m not going to do anything. Just wanted a minute with you.”

Before she could reply, the sound of someone calling his name from the kitchen broke the spell.

“Better get back before they send in a search party,” she said, her voice breathless.

Lip gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before stepping back. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going.”

She waited a few moments after he left before slipping out herself. The entire encounter had left her dizzy, conflicted. She was falling for him, but the fear of getting caught, of losing it all, was starting to suffocate her.

Later that night, someone suggested a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Her stomach sank. The thought of being locked in a tiny room with Ian of all people made her want to hide under the couch cushions. But when the bottle landed on Ian for her turn, she couldn’t hide her panic.

Lip’s jaw clenched. She could see it—how much he hated this, hated that their relationship was still a secret, hated that someone else was about to be close to her.

“Well, go on,” Fiona teased, not sensing the tension in the air.

Ian, ever the good sport, shrugged and held out his hand. “Guess we’re doing this.”

The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, and the awkwardness was immediate. They both stood there for a long moment, not quite sure what to say.

“So… you and Lip?” Ian asked, breaking the silence.

Her heart stuttered in her chest. “What?”

Ian smirked, clearly amused by her feigned ignorance. “Don’t play dumb. I’ve known for months. Lip’s not exactly subtle.”

Her face burned. “Does everyone know?”

“Nah,” Ian shrugged. “Just me. Maybe Fiona. But don’t worry, I won’t say anything. It’s kind of sweet, actually.”

“Sweet?” she echoed, confused.

“Yeah, sweet. In a Gallagher kind of way.”

Before she could respond, someone banged on the door. “Time’s up!”

She and Ian stumbled out of the bathroom, met by the chorus of teasing from the others. When her eyes met Lip’s, his expression was unreadable—though she could see the fire behind it.

By the end of the night, the secrecy was weighing on her like a lead blanket. Sitting beside Lip on the couch, her hand resting on his knee beneath the blanket, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Lip,” she whispered, leaning in closer to him.

He tilted his head, looking at her. “Yeah?”

“Let’s tell them.”

He frowned slightly, clearly surprised. “You sure?”

She nodded. “I’m tired of hiding. I don’t care what they think.”

Lip hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

With her heart pounding, she stood up, Lip following suit. Together, they faced the crowd of people. The music slowed, conversations dying as all eyes turned to them.

“We’ve been seeing each other,” she said, the words coming out faster than she intended.

There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Fiona grinned widely. “Took you long enough.”

Carl’s voice rang out in the silence. “Wait! That means those marks on Lip’s neck—”

“Yep,” Debbie chimed in with a smirk, drawing a laugh from the others.

Her face turned bright red, but Lip just laughed, pulling her closer. “What can I say? She’s got good aim.”

The room erupted in laughter, and for the first time in months, she felt a sense of relief. No more hiding, no more pretending. This—this was real.

Lip pressed a kiss to her temple, whispering, “Told you it’d be fine.”

And for the first time in a long while, she knew he was right. The secret was out. And the thrill of hiding had nothing on the feeling of finally being real.

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matenrou-fan · 2 years ago

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ueueuehehehehehe barbatos tailfucking the reader. like holding them with his hands and using his tail to fuck both holes *smiles* and like overstimming them too (fem reader if so 🙏🏼🙏🏼) -rei boobie anon

Barbatos tailfucking fem! s/o + overstimulation

omg you said that he needs to hold the reader and everything but I get a little bit carried away while writing this.. Hope it's okay.. <3

femreader, teasing, begging, humiliation, overstimulation, semi public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (giving), double penetration, Master/pet relationship;; 3026 words;;

NFSW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

The way Barbatos touches you clearly reflects his whole personality - playful, almost weightless, and always so confusing, as you never can say if it was an accidental brush of his hand on your body that feels too intimate or he just teases you, maybe even torturing you with these games.. Every time you visit Demon Lord's Castle he approaches you too rarely to actually make you aroused but too often for you to not pay attention to light strokes of his arms that just knows where and how to tickle to make you bite lips. Yet today..

Today was some kind of special occasion, indeed. One of the casual tea parties that Diavolo loves to make so it's easy to run away from his responsibilities and paperwork but today his loyal servant finally accepted the offer to join you all and also relax. And oh what a miracle, the only empty chair was near you?!

But the fact that Barbatos also would just drink tea with you all didn't bother or even surprise you that much, before.. Before you choke on the silver spoon in your mouth, suddenly feel the cold leather of his gloves on your thighs.

"S/o..? Are you alright?!"

"Strange, I make sure that there's no Solomon's cooking this time, why did you choke on this strawberry pie?"

"Mm? And how can my cooking be related to this..?"

Ah, everyone around you is so worried, almost jumping from their places to pat your back and help you. When the hero of the occasion keeps drinking his tea, absolutely enjoying your blushing face and this awkward laugh as you try to calm everyone.. While his hand already lifts your skirt, caressing naked skin here.

"S/o, is everything okay? Maybe I should lend a helping hand for you too?" - he finally turns to look you right in the eyes just to get even more amused by your adorable reaction, as you're really trying to keep your voice calm. The moment your eyes meet, Barbatos just moves his fingers forward, tickling inner thighs oh so close to your panties.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright.." - and despite you wanting to hint with a glance to stop you have no idea how… Everyone around is still looking.

"Good." - He takes off your panties.

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Well, maybe you shouldn't have given a damn about everyone else as now things get even harder to hide.

For a moment you thought he would just tease you with his hand for the whole tea party, but then his tail appeared. And it was much worse than his fingers can be. One tip of it was slowly sliding up and down, titillating your folds, when the other one pressed to your clit, drawing small circles in a sensitive place.

All you can do is just eat more than usual to muffle your gasp in another bite of cake. How good Mammon was also here, in his casual goofy mood that Lucifer hated so much, making everyone around laugh. And you laugh too, trying to hide your whines and sobs under the mask of a strong fit of laughter, eyes already red and watering when you act like you finally controlled the spasms.. Oh if they all know what exactly spasms you try to control..!

Will you be able to hold yourself for the whole evening? Your hand slides down to squeeze Barbatos' knee, not in the attempt to tease him too but to warn him, warn that it's starting to be unbearable. Even when you tried to control your breath he was hearing your small gasps and whimpers, and quickly found just the right pace to rub your clit while his other tip played with the clenching entrance of your pussy, not thrusting inside, just tickling, making you be the one who wants to feel more. And you were afraid you would not have enough strength to not just start moaning out loud.

"Mm.. This time it was much more funny than usual.." - Simeon smiles, and you just now notice that everyone has already finished their tea, and the party is getting to finish.

"Oh yes! The fact that Barbatos was with us this time as a friend and not as my servant was making everything better..!" - a loud laugh of the Lord thundered across the table, but you almost didn't hear him, more concentrated on the heat between your thighs that made you cross your legs. Are you on edge now..?

"I don't think my presence change anything, but your words flattered me, my Lord.." - with a slight nod Barbatos keeps looking at everyone but not you.

"Hehe.. But do you remember that you still need to prepare rooms for our dear guest to stay overnight?"

"Of course. I will return to my work immediately." - maybe no one heard this, but you clearly notice some sight mockery in his tone. And of course this mockery was addressed to you, as at the same time all touches stopped and his tail quickly pulled away.

You whine, this time not even carrying how loud you can be, as your pussy was still throbbing, asking, begging for just a few touches before blissful release..

"I'm no less disappointed than you are, s/o.." - Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking at his boss. - "You probably should tell us that you're planning an overnight stay a little bit earlier..?"

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Never in your life have you experienced a more hard time than this evening. All this activity with the demon brother in Castle just annoys you, as you still keep returning to these moments with Barbatos, almost feeling the ghost of his touches on your warm skin all over again.

But this sinful servant just knows how to make you struggle even more, not even showing near you for the whole time, too busy with his responsibilities. And it was both good and bad, cause despite you yearning to see him again you also were afraid that you would just melt in the same second you see him again.

And only when everyone calls it night and goes into a different room, whining about how lucky Belphegor and Simeon are to spend the night in the same place with you, only then he approaches you again, catching you all alone in the darkness of the corridor.

"It seems that I left my poor darling right at the most interesting moment.."

"You did it on purpose..!" - you whisper, fighting the urge to just cling to him right here, but the shine in his bright green eyes tells you to not even try.

"Am I? Then please, meet me in my room tonight.." - leaning closer but only with his shoulders, still not touching your body, Barbatos whispers in your ear, hitting the core of your mind with goosebumps. - "I'm ready to fix my bad attitude.."

"But how I can-" - you mumble under your breath but he's already gone, almost faded away, leaving you all confused again.

Just HOW you still tolerate such unfair teases? Probably because you start to be addicted to these intoxicating games that always leave you with a light head and warm wetness in panties. Not even Lucifer with his playful flirting can make you feel the same thing that this side servant that is always in the background, hiding in the shadows, can. And you love that.

Well, maybe this whole sleepover was also just part of his plan, and the fact that you get in a room with two pretty peaceful guys was maybe also just his little touch.. Cause Belphie just fall asleep immediately, before you even enter the room, and Simeon, trying to act as quiet as possible to not awake him, also quickly get drowsy.

Just an hour, and you were absolutely sure these two wouldn't notice you go away. Well, maybe not 'just an hour', as every minute was like a torture for you, especially when you realize you would probably receive something more very soon.

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"Oh my. So I really picked your interest today, am I?"

You just whine as a response, melting in his arms the very second you crossed the threshold of Barbatos' room. Clinging to him with your whole body, you grasp his shoulders, waiting to feel his touch again, but his hands don't even move from your waist, and the whole hug feels… kinda stiff.

Oh, do you really think everything would be so easy? When you look up at him all you can see is a wild smirk, as your lover was absolutely amused with such pathetic needy gaze. One arm pat your head as he pulls away from you.

"Barbatos, why-"

"On your knees."

Not even any second thought as you already dropped on the floor, sitting in front of him. From such an angle his devilish face looks even more hypnotizin and you whine, both from shame and arousal.

But he just looks at you for a few seconds, before walking away and sitting in his bed, calling you with a beckoning sign. Oh, and of course he wouldn't even try to hide how much he enjoys your trembling figure as you quickly get closer on all fours. Like his own little pet..

For a moment you just look at each other in absolute silence, before he leans a little, resting his elbow on his knee:

"Do I really need to say that? I thought you were pretty smart to understand that good girls get rewards only after they ask nicely.."

"But.. Barbatos.."

"Mm, and I thought you got here for something more than just to show me how pathetic you look in such a pose.."

Digging your nails in the carpet, you sobs, as your face starts heating up. Of course you know when he plays and when not, and now you're absolutely sure you will receive nothing if you wouldn't beg.

"Barbatos, please.. Please, just touch me again.." - your small whine makes him chuckle and he nodded approvingly, waiting for more. - "I don't even ask for fucking, just touching.. Please.."

"Oh, how pitiful.." - your lover sighs, and despite his smile still on his face, the tone of his mocking voice was disinterested.

"No, really.. Barb- Master.." - you lean closer, clinging to his legs. - "Master, please.. I'll do anything.."

"That's better.."

Finally, FINALLY he touched you, spreading your legs roughly with the toes of his shoes as his tail quickly slid under your skirt, pressing onto the sticky fabric of your panties, that was absolutely soaked in your juices.

"Lift it up." - his gaze drops on your clothes and you quickly obey, too excited to finally get the right attention. Pulling your shirt up, you take it in your mouth, revealing your bra, while hands lifting the hem of your skirt.

"Oh, you decided to show me your whole body? Then go on, take everything off.." - still with a mocking tone, Barbatos surveyed your naked skin with the same calm gaze. ..did he even aroused or not? Or is it just a very twisted game for him, to humiliate you more?

But you don't care, as the main thing for you is that his tails already move your panties aside and start stroking your hot, trembling pussy again. Still holding your skirt with one hand, you tried to unhook your bra, as he ordered, but it was too hard, too hard when all your already small thoughts completely disappeared, leaving you with an empty head.

"What's wrong? Few touches are enough for you to get so useless?" - Barbatos sighs, leaning down and taking off your shirt along with the bra in one movement. - "Never thought what a dirty slut you are, letting a man treat you like this?"

The way his voice quickly changes from light mockery to straightforward insults just makes your stomach tickle. And this absolutely cold gaze on your blushing face and sweaty body just makes everything worse.. It's amazing how he can keep such a collected face when his tails are literally rubbing against you like that, one in front, teasing your folds, when another tip slowly creeps to your ass, tickling a tight hole. Another high pitched whine burst out of your lips but he quickly shut you up, grasping your chin.

"If you want to keep your mouth open, then at least use it properly.." - with such commentary he forces you lean closer, pressing your face to his crotch. Warmth of his hard dick that was felt even through fabric sends shivers down your spine and you let go of your skirt, instead trying to unzip his pants.

Not even trying to help you this time, Barbatos just keeps watching your weak attempts to do it, feeling just how much your hands tremble when brushing against his bulge. All he does is just keep telling how you demean yourself with such useless behavior. Oh, he's too harsh? But his tails also have nerves and he clearly can tell how much your both holes are clenching from his merciless comments, begging to be finally stretched out. But it's not the right time yet.

Only when his cock finally slaps your face, revealing from his pants, he grabs your hair again, controlling the pace with you licking his whole length. And only when Barbatos starts forcing his dick inside your mouth, his tails thrust inside you in one moment, making you moan right on his skin, tickling glans with vibration of your throat.

"Is it actually so good, to be fucked in all your holes? Well, why I'm asking.. Sluts like you love such things, don't you?" - even after his breath gets heavier from your hot tongue around his cock, your lover keeps mocking you.

Mock your sloppy movements, mock you for being so wet that he doesn't even need to prepare you, already pushing his tail deep inside you, mock you for choking around his cock and think about your own pleasure, not his, just mock and mock you every second. But your face with furrowed, twitching brows and muffled moans just tells him that you're absolutely enjoying it.

His darkened eyes now were filled with more lust, as he enjoyed every thrust of your mouth in just the right pace that he controlled all by himself, still pulling your hairs with his tight grip. For a moment Barbatos presses your head to his hips again, making you choke on the thick base of his cock and just stop, admiring your hazy eyes, full of tears.

"Such a good, whorish pet.. You want to cum, don't you?"

All you can do is whine and nod just a little, begging with your gaze instead of words. Oh, and of course with your hips that keep bouncing up and down on two tips that now speed up, moving in one aggressive rhythm. This mind shattering feeling of double filling was so new but already so pleasant to you, both your tight holes tremble from the rough resistance of his tails. God, of course you want to cum now.

"That's it.. Only dirty whores will cum when all their tree holes are stretched like this, so go on and show me how slutty you are for your master.."

The same rough wild speed that titillates you down here now was wrecking your mouth too, and you just closed your eyes, surrendering utterly to the pleasure. But a rough pull on your hair makes you gasp and open it again, just to see the smirking face of your lover.

"Did I give you permission? Look your Master in the eyes like a good and obedient pet.." - a low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and he suddenly starts to slow down. - "Or you enjoy when I throw you away in the most delightful moment?"

You shake your head a little and keep sucking his dick, begging with every move to not stop, to not stop right now, when your legs start trembling so much you barely can sit like that and not fall down, your thighs tried to squeeze together but his boots still were forcing you open, spreading your legs..

Just a few more rough, merciless thrust and you moan around his dick, sending more vibrations all over his sensitive skin while orgasm finally hits you. Your whole body freezes and if not his hand on your head you would probably stop sucking, as all other muscles in your body tensed up, concentrating in your burning pussy that now clenched tight around his tail. Your vision is blurry and you can only see Barbatos' smirk and deep dominating gaze, and it just makes these waves of pleasure inside you hit your core even harder.

Still pushing your head up and down, he admires such a pathetic view of your cumming face, absolutely enjoying your hot walls and their pressure. Just how much tighter you would be when he would pound into you with much thicker length..? This thoughts makes him bite lip as he also get too close to the edge, showing his dick deep in your throat.

"Keep your mouth like that.. Let's use your throat for its only one declared purposes.."

With these words Barbatos come too, burning your inner skin with thick hot sperm. Oh, and of course as a good pet you will keep sucking, milking him to the very end as sticky liquid running down into your stomach. Only now you were able to hear more of his groans and gasps, but not that much.. After all, if you want to hear more of his delightful deep sounds then you should work even harder now.

And of course he gives you this opportunity, pulling away your head to undress himself completely.

"On a bed, now. If you continue being so obedient, then I'll let you stay here for the whole night, pet.."

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amongemeraldclouds · 8 months ago

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tongue tied

Lorenzo Berkshire could sweet talk his way into any situation he desired. So why couldn't he find the right words when it came to you? (fluff)

Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader

My official entry for @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx ‘s Jinxed July challenge using the water balloon prompt for week one.

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“Where are you off daydreaming to?” Mattheo approached Enzo, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as his other hand shook the water balloon.

He followed Enzo’s gaze to you as you peacefully read under a tree. “Oh, not what but who. I’ve got to give it to you, summer just started and you’ve already got a new girl in mind.”

“Shut it,” Enzo replied curtly, “it’s not like that.” It was always easy for Enzo to speak to anyone, but when it came to you, he always found himself dumbfounded.

He had meant to ask you out earlier in the year when he sat beside you in Charms class. He found you more magical than any spell he learned. You had been kind and patient, like the time he accidentally turned his hair pink with the coloravia charm and you helped him turn it back. You also had fun in class like when you used the locomotor charm to levitate your quills and make them race around class.

Each time he tried to ask you out, his tongue and stomach would be in knots. If only there was a charm for that. It wasn’t like him at all. He was supposed to be the one with the charming smile who said all the right words. And yet.

He never cared about losing. He could always change his strategy, be with different people, and get what he wanted in the end. But when it came to you, the stakes seemed higher. He couldn't afford to lose and it scared him just as much as it excited him.

“Here’s a novel idea for you, why don’t you just approach her?”

Enzo elbowed Mattheo's side. “I’m working up to it,” he huffed. Perhaps if he played the words in his head several times, he could say them smoothly.

“What? Did the heat fry your brain? You’ve never had to ‘work up’ to anyone,” he tilted his head to the side, studying Enzo’s face as a grin crept onto his friend’s face.

“No.” Enzo stated, reading into Mattheo’s grin. It never meant anything good.

“I was just about to offer my help,” Mattheo said innocently despite the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I didn’t say I needed—”

“Too late!” Mattheo declared as he swiftly swung his arm and hurled the water balloon at you. Splat! You yelped as something hit you below your neck and you felt water seep into your dress, the ink on your book melting into the pages until sentences were reduced to smudged lines.

He winked at Enzo and mouthed, ‘you’re welcome’ before running away.

Enzo stood horrified as he watched Mattheo’s retreating figure. “That wanker!” He muttered under his breath, quelling the urge to run after him as he returned to your friends. He’d deal with him later, he had other priorities.

Taking a breath to calm his nerves, he rushed over to you. “Sorry about Mattheo.”

You looked over at him, shock and fury swimming in your nerves. Enzo forgot how to breathe.

“H-hi,” he said weakly, clearing his throat. “It’s charms class from Enzo.” What? He felt his ears burn up with shame as he heard the words, wishing he were a leaf so the wind could carry him away.

You blinked, trying to process his words then broke out into a grin. You pointed at yourself, “it’s also charms class from y/n.”

He chuckled then, unknotting the tightness in his chest. “Can I help you with?” He motioned over to you, trying hard not to notice the way your wet dress hugged your figure. Just like that, the tightness in his chest returned. And it was also tight elsewhere.

“Yes, I want revenge,” you smirked. Salazar, he didn’t think it was possible to fall harder. He felt his heart hammering insistently, as if trying to escape his chest to leap over to you.

“Your book,” he said, trying to distract himself. “Maybe you would want to go a new one tomorrow and get a bookstore with me?” Who were words? How were sentences? What was he? It was all a mystery.

You laughed good-naturedly, he was adorable. “Whatever that was, yes.” You had liked him for a while and enjoyed spending time with him in class, but you always thought he was just being nice like he was with everyone.

Yet here he was, stumbling over his sentences. You had never seen him flustered like this before and wanted to put him out of his misery. “Now where can we get those water balloons?”

A/N: I had a longer plot in mind, but last week was personally tough for me so this will do for now. The plot idea I'm referring to will be featured in a future fic instead so stay tuned.

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#jinxedjulychallenge #jinxedjuly #jinxed july #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire imagine #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys #amongemeraldclouds fluff #amongemeraldcloudswrites

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foulphantomllama · 9 months ago

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My Secret Desire | AESPA Winter x Male Reader

3. Eat My Heart

After that day, everytime I got alone with Minjeong, she jerked me off while insulting me. And I started insulting her. She seemed to liked it as much as i do. We were at the point that we could not quite sure if we are madly in love or hate each others guts. But nonetheless, it was one of the greatest periods of my life.

We also start spending time together. She told me about her dreams and I told her about mine. We were gettin along perfectly. In our own way of course. As we got more familiar with each other, I couln’t help but think about her body. Although she has been jerking me ever since that day, I never saw her naked. When I ask her about it, she always said soon. And I was waiting.

The day she came to my room she said to me that she wants to eat my heart. I guess now i know what she really meant. I was hers and she was mine. We were encouraging each other by literally bullying each other. We were kind of dating for a month now. But we never had sex. She jerks me off, when i try to touch her she gets mad and don’t let me touch her body.

She was a good dancer and her dream was to be a stage peformer. And she had everything to be one. Looks, charm and talent. But one day she came to me after her dance practice. She was crying. When I asked about what happened, she only said four words. “Fuck my brains out” It was so unexpected so I carried her to my bed and start to take off her clothes. Every peace of fabric I remove was exposing her skin. Her skin was pale white. I started kissing her little tits. With every kiss, she was moaning a little. I was kissing and squeezing her tits. Then I started to kiss my way down to her pussy. It was so wet. I started to lick my way around her pussy lips, guiding myself to her clit. She hold my head and pushed me deep into her pussy. I was tongue fucking her. After a moment she stopped pushing me and screamed at me “please just fuck me damn it you dog” “I am going to fuck you like a dog” I answered to her as I turn her face down and bend her over. I put on my condom. And i put one of my fingers into her little asshole. As I push my cock into her pussy, I also started fingering her ass.

She was moaning and screaming with pleasure. I took my finger off from her asshole. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her like our lives depended on it. Then I grabbed her hair and started pulling a little harder everytime. I pulled my cock off from her pussy and changed my condom. She got advantage of the situation and get on top of me. She sit on my cock and started jumping. As she jumps, her tits was rubbing my face. Then she started kissing me. “Took the condom off.” She whispered to my ear. “You do that.” I said. She got up and took of the condom and started to suck my cock. I was still trying to process the last twenty or so minutes. A month of no intimacy besides jerking me off, and then there we were having sex with each other in such passionate way. As I was drowning in such thoughts, she bite the top of my cock a little. It was painfull. So i slapped her cheek. “Oww” she said with a muffled voice. My cock was still in her mouth. I liked the idea of bullying her in bed. So i pushed her head deep that her chin was touching my balls. I was choking her with my cock. Noises of her gagging was making me even harder. So I cum in her throat. My cum was spilling from her mouth. She swallowed it. And I cleaned the rest off from her chin. But my cock was still hard. “You want more” she asked. I nodded as a yes. “That’s a shame. I need to go. Thank you for the moral boost, love.” She got up, got dressed and went out from my apartment. In the end, I was the one got slightly bullied. Again. She gave me another taste of her. But did not let me make her cum. That was enough to keep me awake at night.

A moment later a got a text from her. It was hee photo with a context saying “Why don’t you jerk yourself off today? But you have to look at me. xoxo” Shit. Then another one. “I want proof.” I did exactly what she said. But then I asked why she was crying today. She answered. “I needed some emotional support and get a princess treatment.” “Did I treated you like a princess.” I asked. “Even better, she said.” It was getting annoying by the minute. But I asked after I sent her the proof. “Why were you crying?” She wasn’t answering to that question. Something has happened surely. Why else would she cry? But for the moment, i decided to leave it at that.

A day later she was not present at the campus. And she wasn’t responding to my messages either. It was completely normal the other night. She said good night and went to sleep. It was like she was disappeared from the face of the earth. I didn’t even knew where she lives at that time. After a few hours, my classes ended. I went straight home. Still, there were no signs of her. I prepeared something to eat. Then I got a notification. She liked one of my older posts in Instagram. What the fuck? “Where were you?” I texted her. She replied. “Open your door dumbass.” I opened the door. There was no one there but a little package. Another text “Did you get it? Don’t open it until I say so.” I said ok. And put the package somewhere safe. What was she planning? She was playing with me like I was her toy. I mean, of course my grades dropped significantly since I started to play this little game with her. But I can always make them better again so I just waited for her next move.

“When do I open it?” I texted her. No response again. She was fucking with me. I was getting more angry every minute she ignores me. I went to bed and tried to sleep but it was no good. I feel asleep after a while surprizingly. A notification wake me up. “Open it!” it was saying. From Minjeong. I opened it. And let me tell you, this girl is driving me crazy for her.

#kpop smut #aespa winter #kpop fanfic #winter #winter x male reader #winter x reader #chapter 3

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rubyreduji · 2 years ago

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ahegao and arousal — ljh

summary: jihoon just wanted to have a nice night watching anime with you, how was he supposed to know the show he picked was a hentai?

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, hentai, ji is kind of a perv, creampies, spanking, scratching, finger sucking, pinning, multiple orgasms wc: 3.6k an: ANON I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS LIKE AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i made up my own anime plot for this hehe but watched wotakoi while writing bc office romance

orignal request: woozi and reader are at a sleepover and are both anime geeks but what’s playing is not anime and more hentai

Akira, long time secretary at Hayashi Corp, spends her days doing errands for her boss, Hiroshi, and keeping the office running. The mundane pace of her life is suddenly thrown for a loop when the new data analyst, Kaito, is hired.

That’s what the description of the show Jihoon picked said. It sounded like a cute little work place, slice of life romance anime at the time of Jihoon scrolling through what show to watch with you tonight. Oh how wrong he was.

Last week you hunted Jihoon down and insisted that it has been far too long since you two had a day to spend hanging out just you two, so Jihoon invited you over for an all night anime marathon. It’s no secret that you two are giant anime buffs, and so it was difficult for Jihoon to find something that both of you have yet to see. So when he came across this new anime he thought it was the perfect pick. It had an 8.7 review and tropes that Jihoon knows you enjoy, making it the perfect show to watch with you.

The show started out fine, a bit cliche but overall carrying the same cute aesthetic of all romance animes. Sure there were a few throw away fanservice bits, but Jihoon didn’t think anything of it. Until he did.

Jihoon’s ears burn as he tries to figure out where to look. He can’t look at you, that would just make him even more flustered, but staring at the TV is out of the option. Even as Jihoon stares at the wall, he can’t escape the lewd sounds playing out of the speakers. He can’t exactly tell what the characters are saying due to it being in Japanese, but from the excessive moaning and slick sounds, he can interpret it.

The show was going so well, to the point where the two of you were starting to root for a male lead, and then all of a sudden Akira is being cornered in an empty meeting room by Hiroshi (who is the wrong male lead, by the way) and their clothes are flying off and then Jihoon had to stop watching.

His curiosity gets the best of him though and Jihoon glances at the TV, just to take a quick peak, only to get a full view of an animated cock being slid into an exaggeratingly wet pussy (why is it uncensored!?). She cries out as the subtitles read, “He’s so big!~”. The image changes to the bouncing of Akira’s unnaturally large tits as Hiroshi starts to thrust into her. Above her tits is the image of her face, screwed up into a classic hentai ahegao.

Now, Jihoon is well…a man, and men have certain urges that need to be taken care of every once in a while, and Jihoon often finds himself looking to certain content to help out those urges. He of course carries shame for it and would never actually admit that he watches hentai (a lot), but it's a fact that’s hard to hide when his body is reacting to the scene the way it normally would if he was watching it alone.

You haven’t spoken a single word since the scene started, and Jihoon just prays to god that you’re not looking at him or his lap.

Now in theory, Jihoon could just turn the TV off but then that would force both of you to face the reality that you have now consumed porn together and Jihoon doesn’t think he can handle that. Just thinking about it makes Jihoon’s dick twitch even harder.

Jihoon takes a shallow breath and finally risks a glance over at you. He’s shocked at the sight. Your bottom lip is placed between your teeth, being chewed up as you stare intently at the screen. Your knees are pulled to your chest and there’s a slight gleam in your eye as you watch the scene. Is it possible that you’re…enjoying this?

Jihoon allows himself to get a better look at you, as it’s clear you’re solely focused on the show. He watches as you take a shaky breath, your thighs squeezing together as well. The sight drives Jihoon just slightly insane, and it doesn’t help you’re in the skimpiest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, sans a bra.

You and Jihoon have been friends for a while. You two met coincidentally at an anime convention, You were cosplaying as one of his favorite characters and Jihoon made sure to get your socials. You were interested in his own socials though, noticing the OST covers he uploaded occasionally. When it was revealed you two are from the same area, you two quickly became close. Now, nearly six years later, you’re one of Jihoon’s closest friends.

The only thing is, Jihoon has a fat, massive crush on you. He has for years now. It doesn’t help that the characters you cosplay the most are either some of Jihoon’s favorites or characters who are the biggest victims of fanservice behaviors. One time you cosplayed a character who fell under both categories and that night Jihoon shamefully jerked off to the pictures you sent to him.

And now you’re here, dressed in revealing clothes, sitting on Jihoon’s couch, invested in the porn scene playing on the TV.

Jihoon eyes travel down from your face to your chest, where your tank top does a poor job of hiding your cleavage. He can see the way your chest swells with each shuddered breath. It’s clear now that you’re very into this, and Jihoon wonders for a brief second how wet your panties are.

Jihoon then quickly chides himself, looking back at the wall and away from you. That’s where his gaze stays until the scene ends. Once the show goes back to being a seemingly innocent romance anime, Jihoon finally allows himself to glance over at you. To his surprise you’re staring back at him.

“I, uh, can’t believe she’d hook up with Hiroshi,” you say, breaking the silence between you two. “Clearly Kaito is the better choice.”

Jihoon coughs, clearing his throat. “Y-yeah. It’s also kinda weird since he’s her boss…”

The conversation fizzles out quickly after that and you and Jihoon go back to watching the TV in awkward silence. Jihoon can still feel the ache in his cock as he watches the characters fumble around each other.

Jihoon can barely even focus on the show, too busy trying to think about anything that will get his boner to go down. He’s not sure what’s happening on screen when all of a sudden you start squealing.

“Oh my god Jihoon, it's happening!” You launch yourself across the couch to grab at Jihoon’s arm. He’s startled for a moment, his skin burning where your fingers dig into his flesh. He glances at the TV to see Kaito walking Akira back to her home.

You don’t let go of Jihoon as you settle down next to him, your body now pressed up against him rather than across the couch. God Jihoon swears his cock has never been so hard in his life. He’s sure the pillow placed over his lap is anything but subtle.

You’re not looking at Jihoon though, too invested in the conversation the two characters are having. Jihoon glances down at you, only to realize that was a bad choice as he’s now staring straight down your shirt at your cleavage. For a moment Jihoon thinks about how he wouldn’t mind seeing how your boobs bounce while he fucks you.

Jihoon’s still focused on you solely, when you gasp. He glances at you and then the screen to see the two characters posed in a kabedon. It doesn’t take long for the two to start making out and Jihoon can already anticipate what’s going to happen next. Your fingers dig into Jihoon’s arm before you realize what you’re actually doing. You go to pull your hand back, but you stop halfway through, your fingers just barely ghosting Jihoon’s arm.

“We can just skip this scene,” Jihoon finally says, seeing the internal conflict going on in your mind. He moves to reach for the remote but you stop him.

“N-no, it’s okay,” you tell him, in a voice that’s smaller than normal. “U-unless you don’t want to!”

“No, it’s uh, it’s fine,” Jihoon says. You give a slight nod, not moving your hand away.

You and Jihoon quiet down once more, staring at the TV, both of your cheeks warm. On screen Kaito is bending Akira over the counter, his cock pulled out and rubbing against her slit. Jihoon hears the labored breath you take, as your fingers slightly tighten on his arm.

Jihoon flits his eyes to glance at you, noticing the intrigued look back on your face. His fingers twitch on his lap as he stares down at your thighs, pushed together. The lewd sounds of moans and squelches fill the living room and Jihoon is five seconds away from getting up to go relieve himself in his bathroom.

Jihoon knows you. If something goes wrong you’ll both just brush it off and forgive and forget it. Fuck it.

Jihoon reaches out and slides his hand over your thigh. You jump a bit and Jihoon goes to pull back, but you stop him.

“No! You’re uh-, you’re fine.”

Jihoon just nods, trying to pretend like his mind isn’t reeling right now. His thumb brushes over your bare thigh, caressing the skin.

Your thighs are soft and he does his best not to full on grope the fat there. Just touching you like this has Jihoon’s cock leaking desperately in his boxers and he thinks about how good it would feel to touch in other ways as well. The swell of your breasts under his palms, his plump lips against your tender neck, his hard cock nestled inside of you.

Jihoon lets his mind wander too much, and the last image makes him squeeze your thigh hard, causing you to let out a moan.

“Fuck, Jihoon,” you mutter.

“I’m so sorry!” Jihoon shouts, quickly pulling his hand away. You’re quicker though, grabbing his hand and placing it on your upper thigh, his fingers just barely brushing against your crotch. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

“F-finish what you started, Ji,” you tell him, your voice thick with lust.

Jihoon gulps and nods. He moves his fingers to press against you harder and you automatically spread your thighs to give him more room. Jihoon can already feel how wet you are and he stifles a groan. You let out broken gasps as Jihoon continues to rub at your clit through your shorts.

Jihoon can’t take his eyes off you, staring at you the way the swell of your breasts heaves with each breath. Jihoon shifts his position to face you so he can reach out his free hand. It hovers over your chest for a moment before he finally pushes forward, grasping your boob in his palm. Your breath stutters before you release a low moan. Jihoon can feel the clench of your thighs around his hand.

Your pussy is dripping now, soaking straight through your panties and shorts. Jihoon’s cock is also leaking, begging to be slid into your warm walls. His cock strains against his shorts, like it’s trying to break free from the confines itself.

Jihoon groans and pulls his hands off of you and you whine. You’re not left untouched for too long though as Jihoon hooks his fingers into your waistband and starts to pull your shorts down. You lift your hips to help him out, pulling your top off your body as well. Even though your clothes did little to cover you up, seeing you fully naked drives Jihoon insane.

He stares at your slick pussy and he nearly drops to his knees then, thinking about how heavenly it would be to be in between your thighs, but his dick twitches a little too hard and he knows he has to get inside of you now. Jihoon pushes his shorts down his legs and his cock finally springs free.

“Jihoon please,” you whine and Jihoon groans. He sits back down on the couch and grabs you, pulling you onto his lap. You look pretty, perched on Jihoon’s thick, pale thighs. Your pussy rubs up against his cock and Jihoon can feel your arousal spread across his length, lubing it up.

“S-shit,” Jihoon curses. Your fingers grasp his shoulders tightly, your fingernails just starting to dig in, and the slight sting goes straight to Jihoon’s cock.

“C’mon Hoonie,” you mumble. “Just fuck me.”

That’s all Jihoon needs to properly line himself up and slam right into you. You whine loudly at the feeling as Jihoon slides right into you, your cunt already so need that there’s no resistance. Just as Jihoon expected, your walls are soft and warm as you clench down around him.

Jihoon grasps your waists, slowly guiding you up his length before pulling you back down. Jihoon can see you biting down on your lip as you roll your hips against him. He reaches up and gently pulls your lip out from between your teeth with his thumb. Before Jihoon can tell you he wants to hear your moans, your tongue darts out and licks at the pad of his thumb before you lean down and take his whole thumb into your mouth.

Jihoon’s hips buck up into you as you suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it. You look down at him with your sultry eyes and for a moment Jihoon wonders if you’ve wanted him just a long as he’s wanted you.

You gradually speed up your pace until you’re fully fucking yourself on Jihoon’s cock, fast and hard. You pop your mouth off of Jihoon’s thumb, finally letting your moans flow free. To Jihoon, you sound like an angel singing. As you bounce in his lap Jihoon can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of his face. He realizes that if he stares for too much longer, he’s going to cum too soon.

He leans forward and starts to pepper kissings along your neck and chest. His fingers trail up your torso until they come to your tits. He palms at your chest, hard and mean, desperate to feel you up as much as he can.

Your fingernails dig into Jihoon’s shoulders even harder, slightly dragging up and scratching him. Jihoon would never consider himself a masochist but the pain burns delightfully and suddenly he wants you to tear up his whole back.

“F-fuck, Ji~” you whine. “Your cock feels suh’good.”

Your cunt squeezes Jihoon’s cock, so close to milking him for all that he’s worth. Jihoon doesn’t bother taking his mouth off of you, just humming against your collarbone. Jihoon’s body feels like it’s burning up, the feel of your soft skin pressed against him, your warm cunt wrapped around his aching cock. If he doesn’t cum soon he’s sure that he’ll implode.

Jihoon reaches between your body and snags his finger on your clit, rubbing at the bud rapidly to get you closer to your orgasm. You gasp and whine as your hips get more frantic, breaking your steady pace.

“G-gonna cum,” you say between broken breaths. You lean down and capture Jihoon in a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his is new and Jihoon already can’t get enough of it. Jihoon pushes his tongue between your lips, licking into your mouth to taste you better.

You move your hands up to cup his face, tugging him into you even harder as your body trembles in his grip. Jihoon can feel your walls fluttering around him as you reach your high. That’s all the signal Jihoon needs to let go as well, finally letting himself spill right into your cunt. Your hips soon come to a stop and lift up off of him as your body slumps down onto his.

“You know,” you mumble into his neck, your fingers now playing with the hair on his nape, “I’ve always kind of fantasized about this happening.”

“W-what?” Jihoon asks, his mind already dizzy from his orgasm and now your words aren’t helping.

“You’re hot Ji. Like, I’ve never met an anime nerd as buff as you. You’re also just like…really nice and caring? I don’t know, ever since we met a small part of me has always wanted to fuck you.”

“Shit,” Jihoon groans. “You’re saying that we could have been fucking for years now? Baby I don’t think you know how badly your cosplays turn me on.”

“You’re gonna turn me on again,” you murmur.

“Good,” Jihoon responds. “Because I still have one more round in me.” Even after cumming, Jihoon’s cock is still hard and he easily flips you around and presses you down against the couch. Your face is now buried in the cushions as Jihoon pulls your hips up to meet his.

“S-shit,” you gasp.

Jihoon pushes his thumb against your folds, rubbing at them for a moment before pulling one to the side. Your cunt is shiny from your arousal and as Jihoon forced your entrance open, some of his cum from earlier starts to spill out. Jihoon is tempted to finger fuck it back into you, but it’s not too much of a loss when he can just give you fresh load.

Jihoon’s tip rubs up against your slit, teasing you. You wiggle your hips slightly, begging for him to put it in. Luckily, Jihoon is just as desperate as you are and pushes his hips forward, his tip easily sliding into you.

You just had Jihoon inside of you and yet the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your walls as you moaning and drooling on the couch cushions.

“So good for me,” Jihoon mutters to himself. “Fuck how do you feel ever better the second time.”

Jihoon’s hips slam into yours, rough and slow, making each stroke intentional. His grip on your hips is tight, making sure you stay in place as he fucks into you.

As much as Jihoon loves staring at your tits bouncing in his face, the view from the back is just as good. He can’t help himself as he lifts his hand up, letting his palm smack against your ass as he brings his hand back down. He watches satisfied as your ass recoils, the fat jiggling deliciously. He repeats this action a few more times until he’s sure your ass is warm and stinging from the hits.

“H-hoonie, faster, please,” you beg. You push your hips back, trying to force Jihoon to pick up his speed.

“You need more, baby?” Jihoon coos teasingly. “Want my cock to pound your little pussy?”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

“Okay baby, your wish is my command.” Like a switch flipped, Jihoon starts to plow into you, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot with each thrust.

Jihoon slides his hand up your spine, his fingers coming up to cup around the back of your neck, and he pushes down, holding you against the couch. It’s dirty, your ass sticking up in the air as your face is squished against the cushion, but that just gets Jihoon going even more.

“You look so pretty like this,” Jihoon tells you. “Back arched just for me.”

You can’t even respond, just letting out a spew of babbles and moans. Your fingers grip onto the edge of the cushion and Jihoon wonders if it’s second nature for you to dig your nails into something when being fucked. He’ll have to test that another time, your nails raking over his back as he fucks the life out you.

For now he’ll stick to railing you into tomorrow.

“S’close,” you slur. “P-please. Need to cum.”

“Aww, you need to come? Okay baby, cream all over my cock.”

Jihoon continues to abuse your sweet spot with his cock as your body tense under him. Your cunt clenches down tight into a vice grip as you whine high pitched and loud. Jihoon rubs at your hip as you orgasm. It isn’t until you fall spineless to the couch that Jihoon allows himself to fill you up once more. He milks himself dry inside of you, making sure you’re stuffed full. Jihoon knows you’re on birth control (you’ve complained about the change in hormones to him before) but the knowledge that Jihoon pumped you full with two loads still drives him slightly insane.

Jihoon slides out of you and slumps down on the couch as well. You shuffle around so you can cuddle up into his side and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“This was fun,” you mumble and Jihoon laughs.

“Yeah…we should do it again.”

You grin. “We should.”

Before Jihoon can say anything else, you’re both caught off guard by a loud shout coming from the TV. You both whip your heads back to the screen, it seems in the midst of your own fun you both forgot what started it all.

A smirk crosses your face as you look at Jihoon. “You know, for my next convention maybe I should dress as Akira. I think I have a blazer sitting around in my closet somewhere…”

The thought alone sends Jihoon’s mind reeling. The thought of you dressed up in a tight blazer and short skirt, knowing that the character is from a hentai. He’s not sure he would be able to keep his hands off of you.

“And who knows, maybe you could dress up as Kaito with me.” You send a wink Jihoon’s way and it’s enough to have Jihoon’s dick twitching to life a third time.

Oh yeah. He definitely won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, but something in Jihoon tells him you won’t mind too much.

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Chaotic Night - Roger Barel

2024 Halloween Story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Roger: Well that was unexpected, but I got some decent data for research.

Roger seemed pretty chipper as he chugged some beer from the party.

Kate: ...Roger, I have a thought.

Roger: Hm?

Kate: That the queen of the night flower extract was purposely brought to and lost at the party.

I stared at him—he smirked.

Roger: Was it?

(He definitely did it on purpose!)

There wasn't even a hint of shame as my lover continued drinking his beer.

I wanted to change his name from "Roger" to "Egoist". *

Kate: Everyone's in trouble though. You too.

Roger: Am I? I'm doing fine with this thing here.

He pointed at what looked like a large bolt sticking out of his head.

It wasn't part of a transformation like the other cursed ones, but rather something he attached to himself.

Roger: This device adjusts my brain activity, limiting the effects of my abnormal hearing.

Kate: Regardless, how are you feeling physically? I'm concerned about the extract's side effects and the strain that device will put on you.

Roger: It's a natural extract so it should be fine. As for this device—I originally had it made in case my ability went haywire. Haven't had a chance to make adjustments. But after using it, it's actually a lot more effective than I expected. Apparently my hearing's now worse than the average human's.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: ...It's been getting harder to hear your voice.

Kate: R-roger?! ...Can you hear me?

I lean closer to his ear and talk.

Roger: Yeah, I can hear you when you get closer... ......

Kate: ......Eh?

Roger suddenly froze mid-sentence.

Kate: W-what's wrong? Roger?

There was something obviously wrong, and was about to shake him.

(Right, it wouldn't be good to shake him if that device is causing some sort of abnormality with his brain)

(Or some sort of stimulation)

I somehow managed to calm myself down, squeezed Roger's large, bony hand, and called out by his ear.

Kate: Roger...Are you okay...?

Roger suddenly jolted awake and slowly turned toward me.

Roger: ...Yeah, sorry. Think I just passed out.

His smile was stiff and speech clumsy.

Kate: Roger, there's definitely something off! It was reckless to mess with your head! Let's get this device off!

Roger: No, but...If we do, my cursed instincts...will go out of control...who knows what I'll do. ...You'll get caught up in it.

Kate: I don't care about that! Your health's more important! What if it's irreversible?! Roger, don't you still need carry on with your research and you huge goal to get rid of curses in this world? You're not allowed...to die like this!

Roger smiled weakly at my frantic attempt at persuasion.

Roger: ...You're right...then...can you help me?

Kate: Of course! How?

Roger: ...First...I need to lie down.

I helped him slowly lie back on the bed.

Roger: ...Yeah, that feels a lot better. Next...there's a trick to getting this device off...You gotta do it from the front.

When I moved—

I found myself straddling Roger's abdomen.

Kate: So, where do I go to get this off?

Roger: You gotta move the parts sticking out...At the same time... You'll know when got it.

Kate: Um, I'm guessing it's here...?

When I reached over and grabbed the parts sticking out of Roger's head—

A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

Kate: Huh?

I fell on top of Roger,

My breasts were in his face and I could hear a chuckle from my cleavage.

Roger: ...You really are the cutest.

(H-he tricked me?!)

Kate: ...Roger...You're feeling alright?!

Roger: Yeah, I'm feeling pretty hard.**

Kate: Hard...!? That's not what I'm...!

I felt vibrations against my breasts and his hot breath every time Roger spoke.

Kate: A-anway! Please let me go!

I was so embarrassed that I smacked his head.

Roger: Oof...

Kate: Ah! S-sorry!

When I cringed away, my vision suddenly spun.

Kate: Woah!

Roger: Geez, you were wide open.

My hands were pinned to the sheets and Roger leaned down toward me.

Kate: So you were pretending to be in pain just then?! That was really cruel, you know!

Roger: I do have the "double-crossing hunter" curse after all. My curse got amplified.

The amber eyes gazing down at me were dark and tinged with a ferocious allure—

Kate: B-blaming it on your curse...Mnnn.

He cut me off with a kiss that swallowed any rebuttal.

Roger: ...Don't worry, I'll always catch your voice. So you can hold me without any worries.

I couldn't do anything against his low, sweet whispers as his lips touched mine—

I was trapped by the egoistic hunter,

And I couldn't escape a night of being loved to the fullest.

* The way this is phrased, she’s saying she wants to use “egoist” as furigana for “Roger”. So an alternate reading of his name.

** There’s a play on words with this line and the previous in JP that I wasn’t sure how to put in English 🥲

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dvzaiosamu · 1 year ago

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a nap with him.

short oneshot! genere: fluff. I hope you guys enjoy this, since it was the most requested oneshot... As I said, you are just going to take a nap with him (chuuya).

I hope you guys have a cute moment while you read! Don't be horny, you sinners... I know what you are.

The night submerges you in a strange—suffocating sensation while your head feels heavy as if you really had a stone instead of a head that houses a brain that controls you, isn't it something deliberately terrifying? You think as you open the door to your house, walk in and throw your cloak onto the hanger, sighing. You close the door and sleepily leave your shoes carefully next to it.

It looked like you had been drinking, but no, you weren't the type of person to drink alcohol, at least not at night. As you head to the bathroom, you turn on the light and look at your face in the mirror, it seemed as if you hadn't slept in days, you let out another sigh, you turn the handle of the faucet, you turn it on and watch as the water fell, you didn't know if the water moved or not, you were completely dead inside and out. You place your hands like a bowl and grab water in your hands, wetting your face, in an attempt to look better, but to no avail. Then you grab a towel with which you dry yourself, rubbing well, insisting on the ear area.

Once you're done, you hear some familiar footsteps, followed by the hallway light turning on. When you turn around, you see Chuuya's face, who looks like he just woke up. Somewhat embarrassed, you avoid his gaze, as if you were telling him that you regret waking him up, since after all, Chuuya worked longer hours and they were harder to finish. With a yawn he approaches you, and hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, slightly asleep. Bewildered by his action, you just give him a head kiss.

"...Chuuya, uhm... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, you must be really exhausted," you murmur to him quietly, but it's still audible to him. Your tone of voice seems like a symphony to him, a calming melody that dispels all his negative feelings.

"Really...? Is that what you're worried about? There's no need to apologize, I woke up myself," a soft whisper leaves his mouth, colliding with your neck, a warm wave like it's summer in the beach, a mezzo-soprano voice that now seemed a little deeper due to the effect of sleep.

"If you're sure about that, I don't have a problem... But hey, I'm really sleepy, shouldn't we go to sleep?" A tired voice is noticeable in you, it reveals your tiredness, as if it were an out of tune note on a piano, something was not right and you knew it.

“You're right about that, (first name), both you and I are so fucking tired we look like a couple of zombies,” a very sleepy laugh echoes through the bathroom, and you can't help but smile at him in amusement at his statement.

You let yourself be carried by his hand, which guides you towards the room, you cross the hallway towards the room, where without any shame you begin to undress little by little, in front of him, not as a sexual chronicle, but rather as an act of trust, that you can show him your body without feeling afraid that he will do something to you without your consent. You slide your clothes over your flesh and you are left in mere underwear, Chuuya for his part takes your pajamas out of the closet and stands in front of you waiting patiently for you to put them on. You do the same not long after, starting to put on your pajama pants, accompanied by its shirt, matching his pajamas. The casual clothes already worn, Chuuya decides to take control and head to the bathroom to put them in the laundry basket, where the dirty clothes had to be washed, turning off the bathroom light and finally the light in the hallway and bedroom, leaving it in complete darkness, there was only moonlight, and that was more than enough.

You get into bed, and you feel the blankets cover you, a smell of fresh and light lavender makes you want to fall asleep immediately, the duvet and flannels remind you of when you went to hotels when you were on vacation, those beds... they were very comfortable.

You feel Chuuya's body approaching, and you can deduce this by the simple fact of feeling a presence that emanated heat next to you, melting the coldness of your body. You and him were special, you had returned from work, your body was still cold, and Chuuya, who had given it time to warm up, was warm, the two temperatures melting together, giving you a pleasant feeling.

You two were hugging each other and it was one of the best positions. You were both face to face, close to each other, as if you were two souls that if separated would lose all their essence, at least you. Your head was resting close to his chest and you could hear his heartbeat, and on the other hand, he had his head resting on yours, while his arms wrapped around you protectively. Before the two of you could sleep, Chuuya wanted to make small talk out of curiosity.

"How was work today?"

“The same as always… Only today they didn't let me go at the scheduled time, they gave me a small night shift in exchange for a little more money, since the previous employee had left and they needed someone to replace him," you explain to your partner, and he seems to understand better why you came back later than him today, when normally you were always here before him.

"I understand..." his voice trailed off into a light sigh before he felt too sleepy to continue, so his eyes simply closed, as his calm breathing could be heard.

At one point, you also closed your eyes, as they were starting to hurt, so you had to rest them. You felt safe in his arms. The warmth of the blankets gave you an unrealistically relaxing feeling.

Sleeping was meant to feel this easeful?

I hope you liked it! Tell me what you think about this oneshot!

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