I’ve seen you talk in the tags about older bf!Simon and that you get inspiration from your boyfriend? Is he like Simon or is it partial inspiration? ❤️ Love your older bf!Simon btw!
he serves as my inspiration only in part (firstly he’s only like three years older than me), but he can also partly inspire my characterisation of johnny too
he’s like simon in the sense that he has a flip phone, doesn’t like social media, good with his hands, occasional grump, likes only me and the lads, and secret sook
he’s like johnny in the sense that when we first started dating, i jokingly told him off like a dog (“ah ah no, drop it, good boy”) and he told me i had to stop unless i wanted him to get hard
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let me tell u this idea i have of going to the club with bestie!roomie!toji
you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!
trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum
toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'
instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”
its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."
“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"
the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
yeah im insane !!!!
LUNARRRR WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MY EYES POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD I MEAN THAT I HAD TO FUCKING LOOK FOR THEM IN THE DARK BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING ELSE RAAAAHHHHHHH
THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT LUNAR I NEED TO MAKEOUT WITH YOU ASAP. FIRST OF ALL THE LINGERIE??????????????????? GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S SOOFUCKING PRETTY TOJI IS A STRONG STRONG MAN FOR NOT FOLDING IMMEDIATELY BC WTF. OMFG AND I LOOOOOVE THE TOUCHING FUCK IT'S SO HOT LIKE YEAH I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND I WANT HIM TO SQUEEZE MY ASSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW
WHEN HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER????????????????????????????????????????? I DIED. I DIED I DIED I DIED. THE CLOSENESS IS DRIVING ME INSANE ACTUALLY LUNAR I REALLY DO NEED TO BITE YOU OR SOMETHING YOU'RE SO SEXY AND THEN A KISS ON THE CHEEEEEEK????????? GODDD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIERRRRR I WANT TO SUCK HIM RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE BALLS AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW HE'S GETTING BRICKED BC YOU CAN JUST FEEL IT POKING AT YOU FROM BEHIND FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKMMM
he calls the cab bc he wants to help his bestie out:(((( but then he's getting soooooooo handsy in the cab already bc how could he not:((( the video keeps replaying in his head and you just keep staring at him with these mischievous eyes and he kinda just wants to eat you yk
his fingers keep kneading your thighs as you play with the hair on his nape andmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's so hard it fucking hurtss. and when you're finally at your place he doesn't even let you properly open the fucking door bc he just needs his lips on you whewww he's such a good friend:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( he's gonna teach you how to take it and he's not gonna let you run away:((((((((((((((((((((he's so perfect lunar i need him so fucking bad i just drooled on my shirt what the actual fuck
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content: obsessed!roommate!remus, fem!reader, masturbation (m)
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“Remus!” You call, rushing towards the washing machine. He watches you, eyeing the way your breasts bounce beautifully with every step, caged by your tight top. Your skirt is clinging to the curve of your hips and ride up your thighs. The fabric folds over itself, dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. He released a breath from his nose.
His mind floods with filthy thoughts of kissing up your thighs and forcing his head under the slutty, skintight fabric, mouthing at your little panties and tasting the slick that soaks through them. Annoyance fills him quickly as he thinks of the abundance of men about to perv on you as you dance around, swaying your hips, touching up your figure in a drunken haze.
“Would you mind tossing these in the wash with your stuff?” You hold out a bundle of clothing, your gym set. The pretty blue one that makes him uncomfortable in his trousers. The one you wore just hours ago to the gym. The one that collected your sweat, your natural scent and sweet perfume. His mouth runs dry and his grip tightens on his laundry basket.
Remus nods calmly, “yeah, sure.” He reaches for it, fingers tingling where they brush yours. Your manicured nails are covered with a clear, glossy polish but are devoid of color. The fabric is warm in his grasp and he places it atop is dirty sweaters. “Should be done by tonight.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Rem,” you smile, placing your hands on top of his, squeezing. The pressure is just right, the perfect warmth and softness. His cock hardens and he’s grateful for the basket.
“I’ll be back before midnight,” you rise to your toes, leaning over the basket to kiss his cheek. He stares down your spine and over the swell of your ass in the tight skirt. His skin heats under your lips. It’s too wet, too sticky with gloss and he feels himself getting harder and harder, imagining the mess on his cock.
You pull away and he misses the contact instantly. “Oops,” you say sheepishly, “I got some lipgloss on your cheek.”
He reaches to touch it, wiping off just a bit on his middle finger. “It’s okay. Have fun.”
You turn and walk away, “I will! Bye!”
As soon as the door shuts he drops the basket, closing his eyes as he inserts his finger in his mouth. He laps at the sticky gloss, picturing your pretty lips. His other hand gropes his dick, trying to emulate the pressure of your hand.
Remus wipes at the gloss on his cheek, smearing it across his pink lips. He shivers and licks his lips. The washer door is open, detergent and fabric softener in the appropriate compartment but he pays it no mind.
He reaches greedily for the gym set, unraveling the bundle and breathing heavily as he holds it to his nose. He inhales deeply, feeling your sweet scent travel into his lungs. His hips jerk as he presses his body against the washing machine, shutting the door closed with his weight.
Remus mouths at the thin fabric of your panties, using his tongue to taste any bit of you. He moans at the flavor that coats his tongue, the salty, saccharine sweat left from your plush thighs. He can feel his mouth watering and his hips rutting against the metal of the washing machine, his leaking precum soaking his pants.
“Fuck,” he slurs. He needs more, his body burns with want. Need.
His mousy hair falls to his face as he clutches the little shorts, bunching them into a ball and stuffing it down the front of his pants. He sighs, cock jumping against the shorts that were pressed against your pussy, sticking to every crevice of your cunt. Remus’ hips fuck into it, hitting the steel of the washing machine. It shook, slamming against the wall with his desperate thrusts.
Remus buried his face into the panties he held in his fist, sniffing and drooling on them and using his unoccupied hand to feel up his cheek. The gloss is sticky and shaped like your lips.
He ruts desperately, thighs tense but knees weak. He’s so desperate but he doesn’t have it in himself to feel embarrassed. the ghost of your presence on his cock, in his nose when he inhaled, and on his tongue when he sucked on your skimpy underwear.
Remus’ hips stutter and he cums, an animalistic moan escaping from deep in his throat. He sighs, rubbing his face against the fabric of the panties, getting as much of you on him as he can.
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