#doesnt let me have vibrators

[dumb-coward]

Me being dumb thought my parents had all returned home and went back to listening to audio and my mum apparently literally just came home.

its is midnight. how the fuck.

She yelled at me for touching while in the christian family home.

I swear to everyone but god. Wtf. Knock.

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[boygirlctommy]

desperately throwing my animatics at my portfolio please let me into your animation program, school

[screampied]

i’ve never sent a request i hope this makes sense 😭

reader doesnt feel very pretty so suguru fucks reader in front of a mirror + lots of praise

i love love love your work🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

❤︎ ໋𓈒 geto showing you how pretty you are.

warnings. fem! reader, mirror sēx, reverse cowgirl, praise, body worship, overstim, talking you through it, mdni. tysm <3

“. . . ah ah, something’s wrong, isn’t it?” geto hums softly, two soft hands attached to your waist. his touch was always so gentle—you lean back, feeling him bury inside of you before you pause your pace. he brings a kiss towards the crevice of your neck before speaking in a hushed tone. “my baby’s upset.”

“i’m not,” you inhale a sharp breath, and he doesn’t exactly buy it. although, he doesn’t interrupt your saddened words—he allows for you to finish, giving you nothing but his uninvited attention. it’s a long pause before you sigh. “suguru. can i—can i ask you something? be honest.”

he nips another kiss near your neck, moving a hand towards the inner corners of your physique. “why, of course. i’m listening, sweetheart.”

the words that slowly drag out your throat felt so hard to get out. a lump builds up against your esophagus before you swallow, muttering a soft, “do you . . do you think i’m pretty?”

a smile goes against his lips. “honestly, i think you’re more than pretty,” and you let off a moan once you feel his touch skim down your spine. “every chance i stare at your body, my breath gets stolen,” and then he turns your face to stare right into the mirror. “i want you to see what i see, a gorgeous girl on my lap. stunning, is she not?”

albeit, the moment your eyes reach the mirror, you see nothing but the exact opposite of your reflection.

“. . no,” you mumble, leaning against his bare chest. you hear the faint breaths of geto as he’s still stuffing you full with his shaft. your skin against his felt warm, sweltering hot. for whatever reason, your throat started to become dry like the sahara as you resume to speak. “are you just saying that, sugu?”

“oh, i’d never lie to my pretty girl,” and your heart swoons a bit. his words, so tender—easily warming its way into your heart. as you stare into the mirror with him, he leans in to press gentle kisses all against your skin. the hairs beneath your neck stand up and you inhale another sharp breath. “i love you, and if i have to smother you with millions of compliments for you to see the gorgeous girl that i see, then so be it.”

“s—suguru,” you choke out, leaning into his touch. you were so sensitive, and he feels you start to gradually move again. you were so trapped up into your intrusive thoughts that you forgot how you were just about to release. he was right, you knew that. but something within you was telling you that it simply wasn’t the case. “promise?”

he sneaks a final kiss against the shell of your ear. “my love,” he whispers, a hand softly wrapping around your neck. it’s gentle, the tip of his middle finger strums down your throat before he feels the vibrations collide against his single digit. “you are perfect. even if you think otherwise, you’re perfect for me, i promise,” he murmurs, and you could almost cry. words that you always needed to hear, your heart eases a bit before your knees buckle. “i wish i could make you see how pretty you are for me,” and his free arm slides down between your thighs, feeling against your slick entrance. you whimper, slumping way back against his chest. “and i thought it was your eyes that i get lost in,” he simpers once you meet his gaze in the mirror. “the most precious body i’ve laid my eyes upon, just look at you for a second.”

your hips start to make haste again, and he’s quite thick inside you—you gnaw on your lip, staring at geto from the mirror and he smiles.

“. . . from your curves to your skin to every inch of your body,” he rants, a hand slowly making its way to touch and feel against every part of your skin. such soft pads of his fingertips roam everywhere and you can feel yourself staring to drift into a euphoric state. it was approaching, your inescapable orgasm that left such a warm pool to stir into your abdomen. “mwah,” he kisses near the outline of your jaw. “if i could fall in love with you for the first time again, i would.”

“don’t s-say things like that,” you tremble, feeling him gradually split the inside of your cunt open with his cockhead. it felt so good, like it always does—you were quite tense, your shoulders were at least. but with each kiss that geto gives your body it eases you, sending you into a sweet lewd trance. “s-suguru.”

he chuckles. “but baby,” and he’s teasing now, hearing that familiar kittenish tone residing underneath his low voice. “it’s true. i love you, not just for your body—i love your voice, your scent, your touch, the way you play with my hair,” and he pauses, a mere rough groan escaping his lips. he was right up against your ear before he sighs softly. “i love the way you look every time i praise you, especially. the way your pupils dilate and your lips curve into a subtle smile, it’s so adorable.”

“ . . . ”

“aw, too much?” he snickers.

you lie back, rotating your hips a bit as you grind against him in reverse—slow but steady, your hands grip against his thighs before you whine. so close, your release was at the tip of your tongue. you could almost taste it, the taste of your sweetly bitter climax steadily approaching itself.

“i- i love you too,” you mumble with quivering lips, breathy pants shortly following your dialogue. “t-thank you, sugu.”

“don’t thank me,” he whispers, bringing both hands towards your waist for about the nth time now. he runs his fingers up before its at your hips, guiding your movements before he grunts himself. “stare at yourself with me. i want you to see what a pretty girl looks like when she’s about to cum.”

you almost moan from his words alone, you felt so hot — not just from his touch, but the way he spoke to you too. if it was anything suguru geto was good at, it was praising you to your heart’s content.

the more you rode him, staring at your reflection through the mirror with him propped up right behind you—you started to see what he was seeing. perhaps his words were getting through to you, a soft satisfied noise departs from your lips and he pulls you closer. “easy, that’s it. stare at me in the mirror the whole time,” and he kisses your neck again—leaving a trail of his invisible smooches. “i got you, i got you,” and your whines grow a bit more louder. he’s hitting you deep, your head slightly spins before the grip on his thigh tightens. “just make a mess on me ‘n i’ll clean it all up. i’ll do anything for you, sweetheart. even if it’s a little messy, heh.”

a tiny smile tugs against your lips at his comment before you feel the sudden ache underneath your thighs. him talking you through it all in that sly soothing voice, you felt as if you were on cloud nine—the tenderness of geto’s words had your heart feening for more, for more of his love and affection.

“she’s so breathtaking,” he gently cups your chin, staring you right in the eyes—you glance at geto, beads of sweat racing down both sides of his forehead. he was pretty too, his hair was pinned up but a few strands poked out and merely shielded his eyes. every time he looked at you, it was like he was falling more and more in love. a thumb of his plays against your lip before he hums, “my woman. my gorgeous woman.”

the moment you reach your climax, it comes at full speed—you moan loudly, feeling your pussy transmit into a full crazed spasm. your thighs quaver and tremor, and you briefly bite down on your tongue. “. . . s-suguruu,” you whimper out, such sweet candied moans ripping out your throat. he intertwined his fingers with yours his as you rode it out. your hips, sliding back and forth against him still before eventually it comes to a halt. your eyelids became heavy as you lie back, a few strands of geto’s hair tickling against your skin. “f-fuckkk.”

“shhh. breathe for me, baby,” he soft mutters, watching as your twitching body slowly calms itself down after a while. everything felt hot. with your mouth was open, spit-glossed lips parted, you listen. breath after breath gets slower, focusing on your patterns before he kisses the top of your forehead. “good girl, the best girl.”

after a while— it goes silent, you sit there— still siting on his lap with his cock all inside of you before you exhale lowly. “how do we feel now? better?”

you puff out a soft sigh. “a- a little.”

“hey, that’s progress, sweetheart,” he gently coos against your ear. geto smiles once he notices you’re still holding onto his hand. your fingers lock against his before he gives you a little head pat. “sleepy?”

“no.”

it’s a long silence and he tilts his head with an eyebrow raise through the mirror and you pout.

“okay, just a little sleepy,” and you turn around, making him pull out before facing him directly. geto gazes into your eyes before a sheepish grin forms on his face once you kiss the corner of his mouth. “i know i already said it but i love you, sugu.”

“i love you,” he replies, leaning to kiss the top of your forehead for the umpteenth time. “so much more. now let’s get the pretty girl some rest. i’ll even sing you a song to help those eyes close..”

[gamblersdoll]

thinking about ex boyfriend! bakugou who is so fucking smug because he was your first and doesnt ever leave you alone… smut included.

an: this shouldnt have taken all day, but today was pretty shit. 😀

you roll onto your right side, feeling the vibration of your phone buzzing. it unlocks looking at your face identifying, and you groan in annoyance. “hello?”

“mornin’ , sleepin’ slut. bad night with the new guy?” you recognize the voice, bakugou. “just wasn’t doin’ nothin’ for you, huh?” he laughs a little bit, a sigh afterwards.

“do you realize what fucking time it is?” you ask, squinting to look at the white numbers in the corner. “it two fifty three in the goddamn morning.”

“and i bet he’s gone by now, isnt he?” katsuki asks, an expectant huff.

“who?” you ask, almost damn near impersonating a actual owl. “because i dont know who the fuck you’re referring to. ive been at home all day.”

“yer’ new little boy toy. i knew youd whore yourself out to make me jealous.” he says, biting his lip when he heard you starting to argue back and get loud. “yeah? im fuckin wrong?”

“very much so, very slow at that.”

“i mean, we wouldnt be here had you not gotten ‘fed up.’” he reminds, biting his lip and tugging at his hero pants when you scoff. “all we gotta do is get back together and y’know..”

“yes, lets get back together mr.dynamight who liked to get an attitude when things dont go his way or will purposely lie about shit to make me jealous, i love you.” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“really?” he asks, a hand groping himself when he waits for your answer.

“no.” you say, pressing the end call button and tossing the phone into the laundry hamper. sleep was good when you didnt have an ex boyfriend calling you in the buttfuck hours of the morning, but he pestered you more. you obviously hear his calls going to voice mail, but its good that the ringer turned off when you threw it.

‘one new voicemail. should i play?’ the fax machine asks, replying with a ‘sure.’ out of pity, was the pussy that good he was obsessed? or was he desperate?

‘you know you want me back, princess.. just call me back and show me how much you miss me.’

yeah fuckin right.

you listen closer, hearing heavy breathing and… slick? was this fucker only booty calling you at fucking three in the morning for this? is that why he called you?

‘not just callin’ ya because im horny or nothin.. but god, do i miss seeing you.’ as soon as you thought the worst. ‘miss seein’ yer pretty face.. or seeing the dumb shit you send me at work.’

you ponder on his words… but had he not been a bit of an asshole, you wouldnt be here. all of this was because he wanted you jealous, and ended up you spitting in his face then leaving.

‘need ta tell ya somethin anyway..’ he mumbles, a groan from his lips. you knew what he was doing, it slightly turned you on. ‘never slept with her.. just lied so you can show me how you can be crazy ‘bout me.. it was stupid.’

yeah, it was. who the fuck lies about that?

‘miss you so damn bad..’ he says, probably pre nut clarity. he moans a little bit, heavy breathing from him stroking his fat cock. ‘cmon baby, talk to me.’

and an idea pops in your head, you finding some really old photo of you and izuku.

[biteyoubiteme]

take a pic, it'll last longer.

soobin x gn!reader

warnings: 🔞!!! oral (m!rec), filming during oral prob forgot some sorry

wc: 0.9k

an: anon ask i couldn’t pass on <3 this is inspired by the tmi soobin spilled about being walked in on half naked taking a selfie lol not proofread sorry feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]

The door had been cracked just enough to think it was mistakenly shut and it's not like either of you ever knocked anyway. It wasn't as if the two of you hadn't seen each other naked when living in such close quarters but it was a little shocking to catch him with his phone out while doing it. 

Soobins instant reaction was to cover up, a shocked gasp leaving him like he's just seen a ghost in his peripheral. 

“I'm so sorry!” your hand coming up to block your eyes but you can't help but laugh at the situation. “Are you taking nudes with your shirt still on?” 

“What? No!” 

“Its okay if you are i'm not here to judge,” you peek between your fingers, “but it really does look like you're taking nudes with your shirt still on,” 

“I'm not taking nudes. im not- i wasn't even hard,” 

“Wasn't?” 

It was that slip of a confession that led you two to the position you were in now. Soobin still tried to talk himself out of embarrassment even when you had moved past the initial shock of seeing him stripped down. And maybe if the two of you were normal roommates with normal boundaries you could have gone to bed and spent the next morning in awkward silence. But neither of you ever really ignored the way the two of you felt about each other at least physically. There was more than one occasion when the two of you were bored making out on the couch and found your hands down the others pants. 

This was no different because as soon as you had walked in, cheeks flushed and softly giggling soobin couldn't help but get hard. His hand already pressed to his lap, easy friction when he moved to try and hide himself. 

“You don't have to,” his whisper fell into a moan as soon as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. 

“What if I want to?” your head tilted to the side as you looked up from under your lashes at him. Thumb brushing over his pink tip, his hips sinking into his mattress. “Hum?” you only needed to give a few loose pumps until he was fully hard, his grip on his phone almost as tight as the grip he had on the comforter. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“N-no,” his hair falling into his eyes as he shook his head. 

You waste no time in parting your lips and taking him in just far enough until his head is rolling back, chest caving in as he lets out a moan from deep in his throat. You pull away hand working whatever spit was left on him before going back in for more. You bob your head before trying to dip low enough to take him to the back of your throat. His legs spread a little wider at the feeling, soft whimpers leaving him one after another. 

You're working any of his cock that doesnt fit in your mouth with your hands trying to match the pace of your mouth until you need to come up for a breather. “What were you taking a photo of if it wasn’t a nude?” you ask, slowing down the pace a little to let him get words out other than curses. 

“I just- it was just a selfie, i thought i-” 

“You thought you looked good?” 

He's nodding trying not to buck his hips up into your hands, the way you are squeezing and twisting in just the right order making his head spin. “Do you think I look good?” you ask, kissing up the side of his veiny shaft, thumb pressing into his slit, swirling his precum around. 

“Fuck yes,” 

“You can take a picture if you want, it'll last longer,” your sweet smile sinful before you suck on the thin skin of his balls, his answering moan following the increase of his hip thrusts into your hands. 

Soobin scrambled for his phone, hand shaking as he opened up his camera app, your chuckle felt vibrating through his cock like a shock up his spine. The ding of the recording egging you on as you took him back down your throat. The sheer size of him was a bit overwhelming but just watching your lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out as his tip hip the back of your throat was enough to ruin him. 

His free hand fell to your hair as his orgasm began to build trying to push you further down his cock, hips grinding up to fuck into your mouth, your tongue pressed right into the most prominent vein on his shaft. All the sloppy sounds echoing in the otherwise quiet room, your one free hand holding onto his thigh, nails digging in as you let him ruin your mouth. 

Even before he says it you know he's about to cum by the way his thighs tighten, cock twitching on your lips as he lets out panting words, “cumming im-,” you pull back enough to where it's just the tip in your mouth as he shoots out hot streams of cum on your tongue. His hips jerked as his cock pulses. your hand not stopping its pursuit letting him drag out his high until he cant handle anymore. You swallow his cum before giving soft kisses to his tip watching the way his hands shake as he turns off his phone tossing it behind him as he catches his breath. 

“You'll send that to me right?” you ask and his weak nod in return is all you need.

taglist🏷: @kissmekissykissme @bts-txt-ateez @apeachty

[freakbullet]

#i love still headcanoning gaster as sans and papyrus's dad despite knowing that he saw everything that happened in undertale (including #the no mercy route) and seeing how friendly he is with us in deltarune #you would think he'd hate us and want do nothing to do with us or to hurt us but. he wants to create a new future with us. #he thinks that our search for him is a wonderful thing. he thinks we created a wonderful form. hes thankful for our time. #knowing this while still believing he's the father of characters we've killed makes him such an interesting character #we know he's tied to undertale so regardless of if he's actually their dad or not we have hurt people he knows #and he still treats us with so much care #i love this guy. i wanna know him already

the tags on this. the TAGS

I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before

I put my lips to the hands of the man who killed my son

[satoruhour]

ur gonna get sick of seeing me in ur inbox lol but t i’ve been thinking a whole lot about sugar daddies and i need to know what the jjk men would be like as sugar daddies and what type of sugar baby they’d go for and and and their favourite things to do with you, both inside and outside the bedroom 💖 and how likely they are to fall in love and make u their wifey

a/n: i am so normal about jjk men. this shit is so long i got carried away. it’s too long that i’ll need to seperate and post nanami’s and toji’s part in a second post TT pt. 2 here

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, creampies / breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, facials, cumshots, praise, degradation, dp, threesome, voyeurism, orgasm denial, overstimulation, lingerie, brat-taming, let me know if i missed anything. n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

most annoying sugar daddy eva but he’s one of the fun ones where he feels like your best friend and sponsor all in one

i honestly see gojo not having a preference for specific sugar babies, but he doesn’t like babies who are ashamed of their relationship. like it’s one thing to be private of your relationship but another to introduce satoru as just your trust fund without alluding to your relationship

“he’s helping me with my university fees” like yeah any rich FRIEND could do that but it’s different from hooking an arm around his to introduce you two as a couple

sure maybe he may have blurred the lines at first when touches became more personal and whatnot but at this point he’s basically your boyfriend — even if you don’t want to explain the sugar daddy part, he still wants to be know as your partner and equal

you two “met” at an event where you were paid minimum wage for a waitress job, serving drinks to rich ppl and he’s so entranced with how you move. it’s not until later when he goes outside to accompany geto for a smoke that he sees you and your friends who worked the job together just talking and laughing in the parking lot while you rested your feet 

it was cute and refreshing seeing your laughter after experiencing your stoic expression in the stuffy event even he didnt want to go to. since it was once of the first few events he started attending as a new CEO

made an impression by approaching you when your friends went in and your back was turned but you took him as a creep and screamed and punched him and he’s groaning while you just apologise profusely

it’s his fault, he knows, approaching in such a dark area but he doesnt mind the dark bruise forming on his nose bridge even when his best friend was laughing from a distance and youre helping him off the ground. your hands are so soft and your voice so sweet he swears he wants to protect you from the get go

after that whole hooha, he finds out youre still a uni student trying to pay off fees and randomly asks if you want to be his sugar baby and realises he wants you to be his gf when you’re playing some digimon video game at his house, enjoying your winter break. youre triumphant in the round and he grabs your wrist mid celebratory pose and pulls you to him

are you going to punch me for payback? gojo pfts and laughs, and just says just wanted to tell you i like you and LEAVES dude is so afraid of your answer until youre wrapping your arms arnd him from behind muttering out a finally and hearing the vibration of his chuckle

gojo wants his baby to ask for help when you needs it, and doesn’t mind being spoiled

LOVES to buy you flashy stuff. glittery, bright coloured things (that somehow still look classy) that scream expensive. gojo is very good at persuasion. he listens you dont like it however

i feel like the more he gets to know you, he understands your style more so while some of the things he buys are still fairly gaudy, you’re surprised every time he manages to purchase something that fits your preference. he’s gotten very good at it

gojo wires you money when he feels like it, whenever. he calls what he has a “sugar baby radar” and it’s just him thinking youre panicking over not having money for a textbook or something and just types in a random amount to transfer to you lol

he’s just a chill guy though, who wants to be a good boyfriend as he is a sugar daddy. like yeah he’s had sugar babies before and he enjoys giving but you’ve always hooked him in from day one and he realises he doesn’t just want to give you money but love too

gojo wants a bit of balance in the relationship as well — so he accompanies you to fashion stores to try on clothes but he would also love it if you followed him to tailor stores or watch stores for normal CEO stuff 

you roll your eyes but actually you love every suit he changes into, and you always think of taking him right there

he LOVES his sunglasses that’s one thing he’s always dragging you to look at

and then there is interests that involve the both of you: lingerie shopping lol, jewellery, etc

he gets you a little G.S. initial necklace for your second anni and it looks so cute on you

clingy and so annoying bout it. you love it tho, seeing such a rich guy babble out five more minutes with hair sticking out everywhere.

he surrenders to you easily in the way he lets you crash his place whenever you’re cramming for an exam, or just needs some comfort. his things becomes yours very easily and he smiles when he finds himself wanting to learn how to cook properly when you’re sleeping in

likes to buy lingerie that matches his eyes, but ofc also picking your preferred colour. but seeing the fabric that matches the blue of his eyes drives him crazy, but also he gets to say “my eyes are always on you” and it’s just a reference to how there’s baby blue lingerie on you

HES SO LAME . i swear to god.

also a little bit of a boomer when it comes to younger slang and whatnot and it’s endearing to see when he’s supposed to be a CEO but you can’t help but laugh when he asks you for help on what fomo meant

very open on topics that touchy subjects or sensitive things. he may appear loud and annoying but he’s got depth to him due to his hardships since he was young. like yeah sure a guy who already was in line to take over his father couldn’t have hardships when he was young but he’s always despised this line of work. satoru is still finding a way to break off from his toxic family business to create his own, something that wont come without blackmail and scandals

the first time you heard this you were surprised because you had never seen gojo so serious before. he mentions it’s not obligatory for you to open up as well, but you mumble along about always struggling with money and working jobs to make ends meet. it’s not detrimental, but sometimes you wish there was someone treating you to a small meal or drink

this vulnerable state was early on in your relationship as well, and as you two go along, gojo is so grateful to be able to take care of you. it strengthens your relationship as well, because while you have your funny, hysterical moments, being vulnerable with your sugar daddy turned boyfriend is everything you could ask for

gojo realises the first time he might put a ring on you was when you guys had sex that was intense and broke the headboard LMFAO you two laughed about it during it, but during aftercare you’re patting his chest, telling him how you’ll end work early to meet him at IKEA to get a new one tomorrow — that simple act of going with someone to find furniture like ohhhh my god he was so whipped

like it’s one thing to buy clothes and material things but when you said that, flashes of your possible married life flashed before his eyes and he wants to say i love you but finds you’re already asleep. he can’t wait to actually move out of his family sponsored home into an apartment with you. gojo doesn’t care if it’s smaller than mansions and penthouses. if you’re happy, he is.

n*sfw hc’s below

gojo is open to a lot of things regarding your sex life. he didn’t want to scare you when you first started out but when he found out you’re just as much of a freak as he is he’s going to pound town baby!

not big on the daddy kink ngl (and he also because he’s too pathetic to be called a daddy), but loves using it in the context of cumming in you and breeding you and the prospect of you being pregnant with his child. 

even if it’s not on his checklist right now, he just loves the filthiness and saying things like that

loves to fuck in bathrooms of important events, the cold marble against your skin making you freeze up as your eyes can hardly focus on your reflection. you’re just thankful you were able to find the ‘cleaning’ sign to prevent anyone from entering

loves to tease you and threaten to take away his black card and youre whining. hes annoying, asking you to use your words and youre begging to cum on his fingers.

very playful in the bedroom but he’s always calling you his dumb baby who loves getting fucked stupid by him until theres only money and him on your mind

loves it when you wear the extensions to the G.S. initial necklace, buying four more initials: two for your wrist, two for your ankles so he can hear it jingle when you stroke his cock while your flick your tongue at his tip

r hear it next to his ear when your legs are on his shoulder as he rails into you

on a funnier note he would totally fuck you on a bed of money. just for shits and giggles

loves to film you especially in his office, whether you’re playing with yourself or sucking him off or getting fucked he loves it so much bc of the fact he’s so unprofessional in a professional setting

gojo likes it when you initiate sex, especially in places that are risky and pretty public. his office is a starter, coming in dressed in a tight pencil skirt to mirror his insufferable PA who kept making advances on him. she was demoted the very next day LMFAO

but yeah you wore the skirt to provoke him, pulling his tie over the table while a stocking clad knee rests on his wooden desk. there’s a confidence in you he’s never seen before and he just cant resist flicking his eyes down to the suffocating button up shirt you’ve got on

satoru doesn’t care that his whole office can hear you moan out his name or the slaps of his balls on your ass. or doesn’t really care about the construction workers looking at you two go at it like rabbits from the opposite building

the heat of the glass paired with your body that feels on fire is enough to make you lightheaded but the eyes and ears peeking in on your intercourse is so thrilling to you bc you know gojo can just pay them off to shut the fuck up

loves you on your knees giving him head when he’s in an important meeting, the swirl of your tongue feeling so good on his length

but what’s more he loves giving you head even more. doesnt matter where. office table, washing machine, bed, he’s so in love with your cum and cunt and has to eat you out at least once a day

gojo loves to cum in you but also on your face, especially if you wear glasses. seeing his white hot cum splattered on your lenses and your face while your tongue darts out to lick some of it off he swear there’s a few more blobs of cum that seeps out from his tip

warnings for drabble: reader has glasses, pet names, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, praise, facial, cum eating, semi-public sex 

“baby— sweetness, oh my g-god…” gojo whines out, once the board members are out of the meeting room, rolling his chair back slowly while you follow on your knees, cock still in your mouth. he’s glancing down at you with such need you’d think you’re the one leading the relationship, the hands in your hair tightening when you lick down his shaft before taking one of his balls in his mouth, sucking at the sack while pumping him.

the long acrylic nails that he paid for are on display along with your G.S. bracelet as you pump his dick, slick, wet noises fill the spacious meeting room. gojo almost wants to say something but your head descends on his large cock again, taking him right to the back of your mouth when his tip hits your throat and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you breathe through your nose.

“fuuckk… that’s it. take me s’well,” satoru moans at the tears forming at your waterline, pulling your head off for a moment for you to catch your breath and you know what he wants to do, because his hips cannot resist one bit whenever you’ve got his dick in your mouth. slowly, he starts to move his body off the office chair, thrusting up into your waiting, obedient mouth and he moans so loud he isn‘t surprised someone hasn’t come in already.

“so wet and warm, princess— s-shit, can’t wait to fuck your cute little pussy,” he has a foul mouth, and you moan around his length at the words, hands tensing around his thighs as he continued to fuck your face. gojo is so rough that your glasses are messed up, tilting to one side but you continue to feel up his body. you would get fired like this, sucking the cock of someone who has their pants pulled down halfway while wet, gurgling noises fill the space. but you knew the CEO, the man who’s now whining out your name as his hips start to stutter, eyes scrunched up in pure pleasure before forcing you off his cock, hands stroking his leaking cock in quick movements. you adjust your glasses like a good girl, sticking out your tongue as you admire the sight before you. want my cum all over your face, angelface?

satoru whimpers out that he’s gonna cum! with his heavy, beautiful cock out, pumping harshly before he shoots his load all over you, spilling his white, viscous liquid all over your face and glasses and you swallow whatever that’s close to your mouth and tongue, darting out to lick up the heavy ball of cum still leaking from his sensitive tip, and he jolts on your tongue.

you giggle, hand closing around his length once more and gojo just groans at its warmth. he loves it, he loves everything ’bout you and he can’t wait to turn over the tables later when he hears you say, “again.”

✶GETO

doting sugar daddy!!! out of sex life he’s the most ‘giving’, but he has his moments of depriving you of things because you being a brat but yes he’s the softest in the normal context of a relationship

similarly, not much preference for sugar babies but he wouldn’t like babies who ask for too much? idk if that makes sense but it’s more of being given so many options of a type of clothing or bag but still whining to want something more expensive

like the money doesn’t bother him but it’s more of your attitude regarding material things. can’t stand babies who are rotten to the core and are actually spoiled that it ruins the act of him giving you things and of you asking for things because no matter what he buys you’re not satisfied

it also pisses him off if it carries into your way of treating people, dragging him away from his co-workers to only want him for yourself, that sort of thing

yea… that. unfortunately he’s had his fair share of babies like that, bc he’s so generous they end up so spoiled and terrible that even now he’s still getting texts from them. poor guy

he likes if you’re able to bite back with your own sort of fire, he doesnt expect you to if you dont like to but it turns him on seeing you shout at a co-worker for gossiping about your relationship perhaps

he met you through your intern position at his company, and it’s been a few weeks before you’re confused at why the CEO wanted to see you 

hes not one to rush into relationships but he was so interested in seeing you react to being asked to be his sugar baby that he blurts it out and slaps his hand on his mouth. “wrong thing. my bad”

when you’ve been under his care for a few months, he sees how hard you work while completing other assignments at lunch, he wants you to surrender to him when you need the comfort. lets you sleep in his office and reluctantly stroked your hair, shaking when you lean into the affection. ends up sleeping on the floor watching you and gets massive back pain and suffocates when you fall onto your boss at 7am in the morning

unfortunately the two of you were not exactly on the same page that day. you thought it was a one off thing. geto thinks youre already dating. this goes on for a few weeks ;;;

geto NEEVERR asked you out so you were surprised to find that geto wanted to be like, an actual boyfriend and an actual date when he showed you a piece of paper and it was like a new pottery studio that opened down the road

and he just says “i thought we already were dating?????”

yeah like he wasnt giving you more things than usual and being more touchy with you. you didnt want to read into it too much okay!!!!

but it’s fine, because geto was one of the best boyfriend you ever had. youre convinced he would be a great bf even if you werent in this sugar daddy / baby arrangement

geto likes to show you off quietly, a hand on your back and your thigh, or a whisper to your ears that it has the other workers talking, but you don’t mind when the things he says are sometimes the sweetest things. they’re also filthy.

it isnt bc he doesn’t want to show you off, but he likes the attention and gossip when you enter his office for the nth time that day and the eyes on him like he’s committing a crime. he likes the eyes that follow you knowing they can't have you. but he pays them, so they can’t say much

suguru loves to buy things that are for his eyes, going back to the ‘showing you off quietly’ part, like paying for a tattoo on your lower back, an anklet that’s sometimes hidden in your shoe, a belly button piercing, lingerie, he loves it

ofc he loves buying you clothes and dresses too, but he sometimes gets a bit jealous of everyone’s eyes on you so they’re sometimes a little less revealing than you would like

ok i should clarify too: he LIKES everyone’s eyes on you only when he knows he can show and tell them that youre his. but how tf is he supposed to do that with a mere dress??? u get what i mean

he’s not going to be an asshole and not let you wear a revealing piece of apparel that you like tho! but just know what you’ll be getting later at night lol

geto is very on trend as an older person, sometimes sending you tiktok trends you can do or updating you on conventions or events that you are interested in

he likes routine, so everyday he’ll be transferring a set amount of money to you for your daily allowance but sometimes you dont even use it all so it just piles up in your account lol

and he is observant, always wiring you more money than usual if you’re going out with your friends or meeting a friend for a bday, sacrificing his time to learn about your major so he can help you in whatever way he can !!! he’s that sort of bf

gives you handmade gifts sometimes!! it’s soooo endearing when he makes time for it and gives you something that isnt bought w/ money. likes to do those photo ones bc theyre ones that mean more to him, but he also rlly likes writing letters under them and giving you like a seven page letter talking bout why youre a blessing to him

is pretty stylish when he’s not in his suits. likes to wear baggy clothes like he’s nineteen again and he looks young enough to pull it off so you two always look cool when you two go out

weirdly his personality at work and on dates is vastly different from each other. you think that maybe he wants to keep work, work. but later on in the relationship you both realise it’s how you’re so easy-going to be around that he doesn’t have to be dominating with you??? like he’s so okay with you putting bunny ears on him or having his arm hooked around yours instead. basically he’s very comfortable in his masculinity and he wishes he could be like that at work too, but the finance bros would be questioning why this guy was even their CEO

geto listens to you easily. and like i said hes observant, bringing you a glass of water when you’re coughing or opening the blinds of his office when you’re reading. the smile you give him after every favour he does is enough reward for him, and he really doesn’t mind doing all those things for you either.

basically worships you, so when you’re suggesting that his company start having courses for men to learn how to be proper human beings (following your question of why he’s so diff at work vs with you), he’s immediately setting up a meeting to achieve that. the guys who are borderline misogynists obviously leave immediately and hes just like. why didnt i think of that b4????

is always always thinking of you. he’s become so distracted in meetings and conversations sometimes and your spell on him is hypnotising.

the first time he realises he properly loves you (and also wants to marry you) is when you two make love. like yes you’ve fucked and shit but it happens inside a shower where you offered to wash his hair. it’s cute seeing you stand on a small stool to reach his height, but the feel of your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp is soooo good. and from there he lets you wash his body with the loofah too, scrubbing down every inch until ofc one thing leads to another

he thinks it was your hands that held so much love, washing his body that the sex was slow and had a lot of feelings laced with it.

he also didn’t want to fall, though. but you slipped a little after coming the first time and geto was able to catch you in time. you shared giggles and a little kiss and he thinks that maybe this life forever with you would be one of the best things to happen to him

his resolve solidifies later when he’s calling his usual tiler to retile the showering part of the bathroom and when he ends the call he just goes would i do this for anyone else?

yeah probably not — and so geto buys a ring the very next day

n*sfw hc’s below

very comfortable with letting you take the lead if you want to, but usually likes to be the one running the show

like gojo he is very open to things but only if you’re okay with it. like you have to be the one to bring it up or he’s afraid he’ll scare you lol

gets turned on easily, but he’s very good at hiding it. like the day you wore a revealing dress to his office. it was so difficult not to moan out when he sees you walk through the door. he wanted to stand up and kiss you SO bad but he was in a zoom meeting with potential clients lmfao

but he made sure you knew you wouldnt be teasing him and getting off so easily that day after he asks you to stay where you were and he ended up making up some lame excuse of having another meeting anyway before he leaves the call and locks the door and slams you against it and he hikes up your dress as he places a leg on his shoulder

geto eats you out right then and there

also rmb how i said he gets jealous of ppl staring at you? well suguru loves it if it were to happen in a sexual context and he gets to fuck you in front of everybody. he just cant show them you belong to him at a normal event in a dress he bought, but he’s totally fine with pounding you from behind and letting them watch as you get ruined with tears and mascara running down your face

can be really mean behind doors if he’s not sweet with you. you like to tease him!!!! Sometimes you’re punished for it!!!! geto loves both ends of the spectrum: denying you your high and overstimulating you. he only ever denies you if youre being a brat but usually he likes to make you cum on his tongue multiple times before he’s fucking you

he enjoys your face of want and need, either grinding against him to cum (denial) or pushing him away despite your body wanting it (overstim)

sometimes makes you work for your allowance and tells you to tell him who’s fucking you so good just for some money in your pocket. your pussy is too good so he was going to give it to you anyway 

is not opposed to voyeurism. usually he brings his best friend over to fuck you and bc he’s a whiny bitch, geto gets off to both of you fucking like dogs in heat with a slow pace to his hand. often initiates threesomes with gojo and makes him the middle man, fucking him while gojo fucks you and he loves it every time. sometimes he makes gojo watch the two of you too

but he also loves it when you take two cocks in you, him up your pussy bc youre his, first and foremost, while satoru takes your ass. 

regarding sex, suguru likes it when you take the reins to pleasure yourself. he gets off seeing you use him as ive mentioned in the previous drabble, and just like the denial / overstim part, loves to see your mouth contort into an ‘o’ along with your rolled back eyes. bounce on his dick, ride his face, slobber over his cock while you rub your clit, he fuckin loves it

not big on the daddy thing either, but it depends on his mood tbh. im not sure how that works but he likes when you use it when youre deep in subspace and just going limp as he fucks you and all can manage is moaning out small “daddy’s” helplessly

warnings for drabble: gojo watches, sub!gojo, voyeurism, insinuation of stsg, exhibitionism, m! masturbation, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral (f and slight m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, pet names, praise, cum eating, implied threesome + 2nd round

“suguru— no, f-fuck, they’re gonna hear!” you muffle your moans with your mouth, hand clasped tight onto your lips while you’re pressed up against the door. you’ve been like this for three orgasms already, legs shaking while you struggle to keep your knees from buckling under you. it’s like geto doesn’t even care how the office door is so thin, occasional thumps occurring from how geto pushes you against the wood. the workers outside obviously know what’s going on, but they don’t dare say a word.

“let me enjoy this, princess,” he manages to say quickly before going back to slurping up your juices, but while you think your situation is bad, you’re glancing over to gojo in geto’s office chair, hand stroking his cock languidly, but every so often you can see how satoru thrusts his hips into the air, needing anything but his own hand right now. “and keep eye contact with satoru.”

geto purrs out his best friend’s name, pulling your hips towards his relentless mouth as your arousal drips down your inner thighs and legs. across you, there’s gojo who looks like he wants to touch the both of you so terribly, but is only subjected to tearful eyes and his warm hand that doesn’t compare to suguru’s or your mouth, little pants leaving his mouth. he watches as you grind your hips into his best friend’s mouth, the obscene noises of your sopping wet cunt makes him twitch in his hand.

“babygirl… suguru…” he whines out, sweat dripping down his body at the stuffiness of the office while the slick noises of him stroking his length reverberates throughout the room. geto hums at his begging voice, but only sucks on your clit harder and it makes you moan out, hands getting lost in his long black hair while your eyes are threatening to roll to the back of your head. the only ground you have now is satoru’s bright blue ones, a shiver going through you when he whimpers out your name

“you’re doing so well, s-satoru… shit,” you’re calling out to the white-haired male who locks eyes with you, both turned on at such a sight: the sweaty hair stuck to your face and your beautiful sounds, the flush on gojo’s cheeks and his angry tip that’s leaking pre-cum. “suguruu… oh my god—”

“yeah?” he speaks in between slobbering all over your pussy, “so fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” flicking and playing with your puffy, sensitive clit with his tongue until you hunch over him on a particular lick, the leg over his shoulder squeezing him so much that it cramps and you’re cumming suddenly and you’re forgetting about satoru and everyone outside. your head slams so hard against the door that you get a little lightheaded, but the crashing of your fourth orgasm is all you can fixate on as your body shudders and incessant whines escape your mouth.

“my favourite meal of the day,” geto smiles from below you and grins when you mumble out how it’s more of his fourth meal of the day, taking a hand from his hair before he places a kiss on the back of it and spares a glance towards gojo who’s close to crying.

with a nod from suguru, you’re walking on shaky legs before kneeling before satoru, wrapping your lips ’round his tip and that’s all it takes for him to cum, shooting ropes upon ropes of hot semen down your throat as you stroke his base. the other is bucking his hips into your mouth at the sensitivity, moaning out both your name and suguru’s.

“attagirl.” you slyly smile at the praise that befalls on your ears before showing both of them the cum that’s left on your tongue, already excited for the next round.

[evie-sturns]

𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘥 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: you're in the mood, chris isn't, just because hes not in the mood doesnt mean you can't get off by yourself, right?

warnings: smut, fem!masturbation, use of vibrator, teasing.

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the heat between my thighs is growing as i lay next to chris. hes scrolling aimlessly on his phone, the way his hand is gripping it, his hair resting on his forehead as the dim light from his phone illuminates his blue eyes in the pitch black room.

god.

i squirm slightly in bed, as i let out a soft whimper.

"you okay?" chris asks, his voice raspy and deep.

"chris..?" i mumble, sitting up in bed.

"mhm?" he says, sitting up aswell.

i pull back the covers slightly, just so chris's clothed lap is uncovered, i place my palm on his bulge, rubbing softly through his sweatpants. "stop please." he whispers, grabbing my wrist lightly and placing it back on my lap.

i look down at my hand, resting on my lap. my cheeks flush from embarrassment, chris flicks on the small lamp on the bedside table. "i'm sorry baby, not in the mood today, i'm really tired." chris says rubbing my back in circles

“please chris.. i need you.” i whine.

“y/n, i have a busy day tommorow, i need to go to sleep. i’m sorry, but i’m not doing this today.”

i nod, "it's fine." i say, climbing over chris's legs out of bed.

chris's eyes follow me as i walk over to our closet, rummaging through it before pulling out a small pink vibrator. i hold it in my hand, attempting to hide it.

without another word i pull my shirt off over my head, throwing it in the closet, my shorts and panties follow.

"sweetheart, i told you, not today." he mumbles as i climb back into bed.

"i know, just cause you're not in the mood, doesn't mean i'm not." i say, turning on the vibrator, the hum of it fills the room as his head snaps to my direction. "oh fuck." he groans, barely audible.

i turn the vibrator up to a higher setting, before pressing it against my clit. a shaky moan exits my mouth as i grip the mattress in-between me and chris.

he's staring shamelessly, repositioning himself.

my moans intensify as i twist on the bed. "good girl." he says, reaching a hand over and running it through my hair. "oh my god." i whimper as he grabs my hand which is gripping the matress. he holds my hand.

"such pretty noises, turn it up for me." he says referring to the toy. i keep it on the same setting, already overstimulated. "don't make me repeat myself." he says, his voice hoarse.

i nod with a little moan, clicking the button on the vibrator, turning it up to the highest setting. chris praises me as i squeeze his hand until my knuckles grow white.

he takes his hand out of my silky hair, before reaching between my legs and grabbing the vibrator from me, pressing it harsher against my clit.

'i cant!-" i grip his wrist which is holding the vibrator as i squeeze my eyes shut. my orgasm hits me as my legs shake frantically. i pant, trying to catch my breath but chris holds the vibrator still against my clit.

"too much!!" i say on the verge of tears. "too much!" i repeat, pulling his arm away from me.

he turns it off before sitting up on the bed, his back resting against the headboard. he pulls me up onto his lap, cradling me as he grips my thighs, trying to stop the shaking. "you alright?" he says quietly, trying not to provoke me. "i think so.."

after a few minutes of him kissing my forehead and praising me, i feel a hard bulge pressing against my hip.

"chris.." i mumble.

"wait what?" he says, acting clueless.

"i thought ya weren't turned on?" i say innocently.

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this was such a good req fr

i fucking love chase atlantic i cant

[starboye]

pairing: jj maybank x male reader x john b

request: Hi bestie can I make a request for JJ maybank x Male Reader x John B Smut… i have two holes for a reason 🤭🤭

warnings: smut, oral sex, cursing, creampie

"please guys i need a break" you moan trying to stop johns thrusts into you "you shoulda thought of that before swaying the beautiful ass in front of our faces" jj says jerking off at the sight in front of him, john b plowing your ass roughly as you lay there all fucked out but still taking it so well "me bending over to fix my bike doesnt count as trying to fuck you guys" you retort rolling your eyes "well if you wanted me to stop you'd stop tightening you hole" john b replied grabbing both your hands and locking them between his own.

"open up for me baby" jj demands lightly tapping his dick on your cheek, you obey and open your mouth letting out a slew of moans as jj slides his dick into your warm mouth, your moan vibrating around him "yeah just like that" he huffs with a pleased smile "how does he feel down there" jj asks slowly thrusting into your mouth "euphoric" john b groans not letting up with his thrusts.

"how bout his mouth" he asks looking at how easily your throating jj's dick and the bulge that grows in your neck every time jj slides in "so so good" he moans running his hand up and down throat "how does this feel for you, your best friends using your hole like they're flesh lights" jj asks with a cocky smile, you pull of jj's dick with cough "you guys are such dicks sometimes" you say rolling your eyes.

"keep rolling your eyes and ill make them stay back there permanently" jj sternly says "and who told you to stop sucking" he questions pushing his dick back into your mouth "shit i'm gonna cum" john grunts throwing his head back as his thrusts become even harder making you moan "fill him up nice and well" jj spits out rubbing up and down your body.

"shittt" john b moans as his eyes shut tightly and he cums in you, "you want me to cum in your mouth" jj asks looking down at you with a smirk "mhm" you whimper looking up at him with water coated eyes "m'kay then" he says grinning before tightly wrapping his hands around you throat and thrusting into your mouth, balls smacking your nose with every thrust he makes.

"here it comes" jj says cumming into your mouth, filling it to the brim "swallow" jj and john b both demand and you oblige, taking all his cum down with one gulp, jj pulls his dick out of your mouth looking messy, strings of saliva mixed with cum pulling from your mouth "clean it" jj says, you lick every drop of cum from his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip when you finish cleaning him.

he pushes your head back lightly with a wince while looking you in the eyes deeply "good job y/n" john b congratulates slapping your ass one more time "ow dick head" you curse "im never doing this again" you say getting up and walking out the room.

"20 bucks says he'll be back by later tonight" jj bets "20 more bucks says he comes back in the next hour" john b bets too "you're on then" jj says walking out the room, you did end up coming back in the next 30 minutes and then back for more in the middle of the night to which they happily filled you up again both times.

[leeharkerd]

warnings: public sex, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pussy inspections, thigh-riding, impact play, sex toys, bondage mentions?, possessiveness, rimming, masturbation, crying during sex, hair pulling, deepthroating, slut-shaming, this shit is so ooc but i could care less

exhibitionist!queen maeve who backs you up into any corner or wall at any chance she gets to push her muscled thigh between your own, testing your desperation and need for her in public "dont want people to hear us do you? for people to catch us? so do us both a favor and keep quiet." you could feel your own juices covering her thigh, but she kept at it. continuing to flex her thigh against your pussy until you finally came.

mean!queen maeve who slutshames you to humiliate you, putting her cigarettes out on your thighs. "you like being my ashtray, hm?" her big, veiny hands parting your legs to tease you through your panties as she groans mixed insults and praises. she wants to work you to the edge, see how fucking far you go but she knows you cant handle it. "come on look at me." she slaps your clothed clit harshly to get your attention but it just fucking tips you over, and you cum right then and there. shes surprised, but that doesnt keep her from rubbing you. "let me hear you. let me hear how much you like being fucked and slapped around like you're nothing. don't you have any self respect? any dignity? or are you just a whore? a whore, made to be used hm?"

possessive!queen maeve who bends you over any counter to inspect your pussy, making sure nobody has ever touched you besides herself. opening up your lips and poking and prodding at your open cunt, licking her lips as she pushes a finger or two in, listening to the way you whine and squeeze around her fingers. saying that "shes only ever wanted the best for you" while fucking your cunt with 3 fingers, her other hand grabbing your ass to hold you in place as you writhe. you shake and cry as she presses her thumb to rub your clit, wanting you to tell her that you'll never let anyone use you besides her. "your pussy was made for my fingers, they just fit so perfect. just makes me wonder how many i could fit, if i could maybe even fit my whole fuckin' hand in here." making it known that shes the only one who could touch and fuck you the way she does, the only one who knows how to play with you.

(CONSENSUAL) perverted!queen maeve who will stare at you like youre fucking meat. grope your tits while youre making the bed, only for her to finger your cunt until youre gushing onto her palm. she'll come up behind you while youre cleaning, pulling her arms around your waist and slipping her hands beneath the waistband of your panties. "i bet you'd let me fuck you anywhere, bend you over anything." she says, her big hand cupping your pussy just so perfectly as she rubs your clit to completion. sometimes she'll even run her hands over the arch of your back and down to your ass while youre making dinner, pulling your pants down to your ankles as she drops to her knees to run her tongue over your perfect little hole. she'd even go as far to masturbate in the living room while you're watching tv "look don't touch" making you stare at her as she runs her own hands over her nipples, as she pushes a finger deep into her own pussy as you watch and listen.

pathetic!queen maeve who whines as she sucks on your clit, because shes just so damn desperate to please you. her hands clasp around your thighs and youre sure its gonna mark so you grab her hair, craning her head back so you can get a better look at her face. her mascara is running down her cheeks, your juices smeared around her lips, and all she can do is just look at you with the most pathetic puppy eyes ever. "all..all i ever want is you." soon enough you have her sprawled out on the bed, a vibrating bullet buried deep into her pussy, and all she can do is strain against the restraints as the toy brings her to climax."i just want...want to make you happy." later, shes back to her knees, crying as you push your fake cock deep into her throat. when you pull away from her all she does is push her face up closer to you, the spit-covered cock up against her cheek now.

touch starved!queen maeve who cums in a solid 3 minutes after not being with anyone in almost 5 years, shes almost embarrassed until you work her right up to another one. she's crying, tiny little tear drops leaving her eyes as she cums once more, and all she can do is beg. "pleasepleaseplease- fuck me again, i-i can take more." and she's desperate, really, you know that. but how can you fucking deny her when shes begging like that?

okay so this isnt the stuff i usually write, but ive been SOOO obsessed with her lately. yes i know there is grammar mistakes i wrote this so late at night so bear with me...if its that bad put it in grammarly <3

[comet-forgot-you]

Just found you through the Tara fic. Now I gotta go read all of your Mikey madison ones 🙏

Req— bttm!Tara and mean!top!reader, something with pussy spank and squirting? Overstimulation too if you want! Thank you.

Feel free to ignore too!

smut. 18+ pls.

tara being an absolute brat all day, so much attitude all day you just have to put her in her place when the two of you get home. you make her hold a vibrator against her clit as you fuck into her. shes already cum twice and her shaky legs were there to show for it. you had no intention of stopping anytime soon. you were going to fuck the attitude out of her no matter how long it was going to take.

“fuck, im going to cum, please, fuck.” tara whines out, high pitched moans falling from her lips. she cums seconds later, her head thrown back, free hand gripping the sheets below her. “fuck!” she tears the vibrator away from her overstimulated cunt and you furrow your brows.

“did i say you could stop?” you slap her cunt to bring her attention back to you. it forced a yelp out of the girl, her eyes widening as she looks up at you. you slap her cunt again, a high pitched moan falling from her lips, before you grab her hand, returning the vibrator to her clit.

you lean down, strap buried inside of the girl. you grab her jaw and tara looks at you with blown eyes, lust consuming every part of her. “you were a brat all day. you’re going to listen to me and we’re not stopping till all of that attitude is fucked out of you, yeah?” she nods the best she can, a whine falling from her lips. “use your words.”

tara lets out a shaky breath, “we’re not stopping till the attitude is gone.” you smile, pulling away from her to continue fucking into her.

“good.”

your pace picks up immediately, the lewd sounds of her cunt and vibrations fill the air between you two. its hot, and youre sure that if tara wasnt so fucked out, she’d be a little embarrassed.

her fourth orgasm comes minutes later, followed by a slew of curses and moans from the girl beneath you. your thumb rubs her hip for comfort, grounding her in a way, your pace doesnt stop, though, still fucking into her so quickly.

minutes later, tara’s eyes are widening, free hand moving up to grab your wrist. “fuck! wait, wait!” tara whines, but you dont let up. wetness coats your waist and you look down to catch the last of taras orgasm. she fucking squirted. you smile, and tara lets the vibrator go, using both hands to hold onto you. “t’s too much, wait. please, too fucking much, hold on.” you slow to a stop inside of her, taking the vibrator from her overstimulated cunt.

“its okay baby, we’re done. you did so good for me,” you whisper, pulling out of her slowly. it forces a whine from her, her breathing heavy. “did so good for me baby,” you mumble out, pushing the hair stuck to her sweaty face back. “such a good girl, all for me.” tara nods in agreement, too fucked out to form a sentence.

your mind was stuck in one place. tara had squirted. she hadnt done it before and god did you love it. you made a mental note to aim for it every single time you fucked her. tara reaches a shaky hand out for your own, something she always did. you take her hand into yours, stroking the back of it with your thumb.

“so good for me.”

[yeonjun4beagles]

01:54a.m | cyj

summary: ....in which youre aaking yeonjun to teach you how to suck a dick

"are you ready, y/n?", yeonjun asked, looking down at you on the floor, quirking his eyebrows. "oh shut up, choi, lets just get to it", you huffed, making yourself comfortable in between his legs. "patience, tiger. for someone who doesnt know how to suck a dick, you for sure knows how to use your mouth", yeonjun smirked, which caused you to roll your eyes.

"okay, look, i think im gonna have you to start first with sucking on my fingers, cuz, you know, i dont want you biting my dick off or anything" -which got you to roll your eyes, again- "and please make yourself comfortable", yeonjun gently smiled at you, always thoughtful, even when youre literally facing his dick. "i am, yeonjun, so lets start, yeah?", you said, eagerly taking his hand in yours and bringing it to your lips.

yeonjun's thumb grazed your lips slowly, feeling the plush flesh underneath his fingers. you cant lie that what hes doing is starting a fire in your belly but it is, and you kinda like it. "open your mouth, pretty", yeonjun whispered, tugging at your lips. as your lips parted, yeonjun gently pushed his finger against your tongue, coating his fingers in your saliva. you then closed your eyes as you wrapped your lips around his finger, already imagining what would it feel like to have his length in your mouth instead.

you start eagerly lapping at the pad of his thumb, swirling your tongue on the tips of his fingers, eliciting a groan from him. "fuck y/n, youre pretty good at this but, lesson numero uno, i need you to slow down, hm? take your time and build the tension", yeonjun guided you as he breathed heavily through his nose, clearly collecting every ounce of his patience just not to shove his dick down your throat right now. listening to his words, you slowed down your administration, slowly licking the length of his finger, feeling every ridge of it. "and look at me while youre at it, princess", yeonjun demanded, the name making your thighs squirm.

you peeked through your lashes, seeing yeonjun's face, adorned with blush on his cheeks, his lips a little swollen from the bitings he did to stop his moans. he cant believe that someone sucking on his finger got him this aroused, but damn, is he now. "thats a good girl", yeonjun praised you, his other fingers gripping the side of your face. "continue, baby. youre doing so good for me".

you then closed your eyes again, about to continue, before you feel yeonjun pulling his thumb off your mouth. "nuh-uh, eyes on me, baby, lesson number two, eye contacts are important", yeonjun spoke, his eyes piercing right into yours. god, since when did his eyes were this enticing? you trained your eyes on him as you hollowed your cheeks on his finger, sucking it into your mouth, drawing out a sharp breath from him. at this point your drools are already dripping down his palm, but oh he lives for the messiness.

"y/n, i would lie if i say youre bad at this cuz youre way past decent at this, princess, fuck, you would look so pretty wrapped around my cock, yeah?", his dirty words caused you to moan around his digit, making him groan at the vibrations. you popped off your mouth from his digit, pulling yourself closer to his crotch. "yeonjun, please, i want you inside my mouth", you whimpered, tongues out, practically drooling for his cock. "fuck, baby. you look so damn pretty right now, all dumb for my cock, arent you?", yeonjun snickered while hastily shoving his pants and boxer past his knees, his length hitting his abdomen, glistening with precum.

you could practically feel your mouth waters at the sigh of his cock, his hands wrapped around them, before hes dragging it across your lips.

"shit, open your mouth, baby. and lesson three, start with small licks, especially the tip", yeonjun said through his gritted teeth, getting a little impatient. you obediently opened your mouth, giving kitten licks to his tip, which got him whimpering and throwing his head back. gaining confidence, you suddenly wrapped your mouth around his head and started bobbing your head, making him accidentally thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

"holy fuck, im sorry, baby. are you okay?", yeonjun caressed your hair as you coughed a little from the unexpected thrust. "yea, just a bit suprised. can you do that again, jjun? i wanna make you feel good", "god, i am so gonna be dead, of course, baby", yeonjun smiled, guiding your mouth back onto his length, this time slowly pushing his cock to the back of your throat. "breathe, baby, through your nose, youre gonna do so much better, okay? for me".

yeonjun cursed as you swallowed around his length, your mouth starting to suck him again as you started feeling comfortable again. "shit, do that again, baby, and im gonna cum down your fucking throat", yeonjun hissed as you did exactly that, moaning around his length. yeonjun then wrapped his hand around your hair, slowly fucking your throat with shallow thrust, making you whimper. "yeah? you like that, baby? like that im using your mouth to get off?", yeonjun groaned, his high nearing. you could only hum around him, your mouth stuffed full, with drools dripping down your chin.

"y/n baby, im close, fuck, are you gonna swallow my cum like a good girl? are you gonna be good for me?", all you could answer was with a muffled moan, only eager to please him now. yeonjun thrust started getting faster, hitting the back of your throat harsher, making you gag around his length. with a drawn out moan, he came down your throat, and you swallowed every drop of it.

"look at you, swallowing me like a champ, you fucking sexy", yeonjun praised you, his thumb wiping your drools off your chin before licking it into his mouth. "you did well, y/n. so well, such a good girl for me", the pet name making your arousals wash over you. yeonjun would be lying if he didnt see the way your thigh keeps squirming while you were sucking him off. "you okay there, princess? want some help", yeonjun teased you, his eyes clearly eyeing your crotch.

"oh shut up, you asshole", you smacked his thigh, clearly embarassed that youre obviously turned on from sucking him off. "but thankyou tho, jjun, for, you know, teaching me", you sheepishly thanked him, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. yeonjun chuckled at your sudden shyness, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "you are welcome, y/n. and im serious, i could really help you with, you know, if you want to". yeonjun said as his hands snakes around your thigh.

"really?"

a/n: ahhhh honestly idek how to end this 🫠 but here you go, after months of not writing hehe enjoy!! feedbacks and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

[baelabong]

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪꜱᴛʀʏ

ɪᴅᴏʟ!ʏᴜᴊɪɴ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

plot: yujin hates you (no she doesnt)

notes: fluff, lowkey mean yujin, uhm interesting ending, 4.5k words

You were in the middle of rehearsals with your group, sweat dripping down your forehead as you practiced the same routine for what felt like the hundredth time. The music blared from the speakers, and you were so focused on perfecting the steps that you almost missed the buzz of your phone vibrating on the floor next to your water bottle. During a quick break, you grabbed it, expecting just another routine notification.

But as you glanced at the screen, your eyes widened in shock.

“BREAKING: LE SSERAFIM’s Y/N and IVE’s Yujin to Perform a Special Stage at the MAMA Awards!”

Your heart immediately began to race. Yujin. You were paired with Yujin. The thought sent a wave of nervous excitement through you, but it also made your stomach churn with anxiety. Yujin, with her cool, enigmatic persona that captivated everyone who saw her, was practically your opposite. You, with your vibrant, extroverted stage presence, had always thrived on energy and enthusiasm, while Yujin was known for her composed and almost mysterious demeanor.

How on earth was this pairing supposed to work?

You barely noticed when Kazuha walked into the practice room, her face glowing with curiosity. She’d clearly seen the same news you had.

“Hey, did you see the news?” Kazuha asked, her voice a mix of excitement and concern.

You nodded, still staring at your phone as if the words might change if you looked away. “Yeah, I saw it. I… I can’t believe it. Yujin… out of all people.”

Kazuha chuckled lightly, leaning against the wall. “What? Are you nervous?”

You let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through your hair. “Nervous? More like terrified,” you admitted. “She’s just so… *cool*. I’m the complete opposite. How are we supposed to make this work?”

Kazuha gave you a teasing grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Opposites attract, right? Maybe this is your chance to balance each other out.”

You sighed, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. “Or completely crash and burn,” you muttered. “I don’t even know if she likes me. She’s always so distant… what if she doesn’t even want to do this?”

Kazuha’s expression softened as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, you’re amazing at what you do. If anyone can make this work, it’s you. You’ve faced challenges before, and you’ve come out stronger every time.”

You appreciated her words, but the anxiety still gnawed at you. Yujin wasn’t just any challenge—she was *Yujin*. How were you supposed to find common ground with someone who seemed so different from you?

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” you admitted quietly. “This is a huge opportunity, and if we don’t click on stage, everyone’s going to notice.”

Kazuha nodded, understanding the pressure you were feeling. “Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to figure everything out right away. Maybe Yujin is just as nervous as you are.”

The thought had never crossed your mind. Yujin, nervous? It seemed impossible, but maybe, just maybe, beneath that calm exterior, she was feeling the same apprehension.

“Yeah, maybe,” you said, though you weren’t entirely convinced. “I guess I’ll just have to find out.”

“Exactly. And who knows? You might surprise each other,” Kazuha said with a supportive smile. “Just remember, you’re Y/N. You’ve got this.”

——

You arrived at the practice room a bit earlier than usual, trying to get your nerves under control before she showed up. The news that you’d be performing a special stage with Yujin from IVE had thrown you for a loop. The two of you were supposed to cover an intimate dance to Taeyang and Jimin’s “VIBE,” and the thought of it was both thrilling and terrifying.

When you walked in, you found Yujin already there, stretching by the mirrors. She looked as poised as ever, her movements fluid and graceful. For a moment, you hesitated, your heart pounding as you watched her. You’d always admired her from afar—her cool, enigmatic presence on stage was mesmerizing—but working this closely with her was something else entirely.

“Hey, Yujin,” you called out, trying to sound more confident than you felt. “Ready to rehearse?”

Yujin looked up and gave you a small nod. “Yeah, let’s get started.”

The two of you began running through the choreography, the sensual moves of “VIBE” requiring you to be in sync, your bodies close as you danced. You quickly noticed how different your styles were—where you liked to add bursts of energy and playful flair, Yujin was all about control, each move deliberate and precise.

As the music played, you couldn’t help but add your own twist to a particular sequence, hoping to make the performance more dynamic. But as soon as you did, Yujin stopped, a slight frown on her face.

“Let’s stick to the routine,” she said firmly, her voice cool but not unkind.

You paused, a bit taken aback. “I just thought we could add a little more emotion, make it more... engaging. This dance is all about the connection, right?”

Yujin’s expression didn’t change. “We need to be precise if we want to pull this off. Improvising could throw off our timing.”

You sighed, trying to keep your frustration in check. “I get that, but this dance is about more than just the steps. It’s about the chemistry between us. We need to show that we’re feeling the music, not just following a script.”

Yujin crossed her arms, looking at you with those unreadable eyes. “And we will. But we can’t afford to make mistakes on stage. If we mess up, it won’t just be obvious—it’ll ruin the entire mood.”

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped yourself, realizing that pushing her would only make things worse. The rest of the rehearsal passed with the same underlying tension, your enthusiasm clashing with Yujin’s insistence on precision. By the time you wrapped up for the day, the air between you was thick with unspoken frustration.

—————-

The next day, you arrived at the practice room earlier, determined to smooth things over after the tension from yesterday. You needed to talk to Yujin, but as soon as you walked in, you could feel the heavy atmosphere. Yujin was already there, sitting on the floor, scrolling through her phone with an irritated expression.

You hesitated for a moment before setting down your bag and beginning to stretch, hoping to ease into the conversation. As you reached up to stretch your arms, you caught Yujin staring at you in the mirror. Her eyes quickly darted away, and you noticed a faint flush on her cheeks.

“Uh, morning,” you said, trying to sound casual, even though the moment was charged with unspoken tension.

“Morning,” Yujin replied curtly, her tone cold, as she looked back at her phone, her expression hardening once more.

You sighed internally, realizing this wasn’t going to be easy. “Listen, about yesterday…”

Yujin cut you off, her voice sharp. “What about it? You didn’t want to stick to the routine, and I did. Simple as that.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the edge in her voice. “I wasn’t trying to mess things up, Yujin. I just thought—”

“You thought what?” she snapped, her eyes flashing as she finally looked up at you. “That you knew better? That your little flourishes would somehow make everything perfect?”

You felt your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “That’s not fair. I was just trying to bring more emotion into the performance. This song is about connection, about the vibe between us. We can’t just go through the motions.”

Yujin scoffed, getting to her feet. “And I suppose you think I don’t understand that? That I don’t know how to connect with an audience?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” you protested, feeling your patience start to fray. “I know you’re amazing at what you do, but we’re supposed to be working together. We need to find a way to make both our styles work.”

Yujin crossed her arms, glaring at you. “You don’t get it, do you? We’re not here to experiment. We’re here to deliver a flawless performance. If you can’t stick to the plan, then maybe you’re the one who needs to adjust.”

Her words stung, the accusation hanging in the air between you. For a moment, you were speechless, trying to figure out how to respond.

Finally, you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. “Look, I get that you’re under pressure. We both are. But I’m not trying to sabotage anything. I just think we can make this performance more than just technically perfect. We can make it unforgettable.”

Yujin’s expression softened just a fraction, though her eyes were still hard. “Fine,” she said after a long pause, her voice grudging. “We’ll try it your way. But if it doesn’t work, we’re doing it my way, no questions asked.”

You nodded, relieved that she was at least willing to compromise, even if she wasn’t happy about it. “Deal.”

Yujin turned away, her posture still stiff as she walked back to the center of the room. “Let’s just get this over with.”

————

It had been a tough few days. The pressure of preparing for the upcoming performance, combined with the lingering tension between you and Yujin, was starting to take its toll. You could feel the stress building inside you, making it hard to focus, let alone enjoy what you were doing. As you headed to the dressing room for a short break, you couldn't help but sigh, wishing for just a little relief from the constant strain.

When you walked into the dressing room, your eyes immediately fell on something unusual—a small, neatly wrapped box sitting on the counter. Puzzled, you walked over to it and hesitated for a moment before picking it up. The box wasn’t labeled, and there was no note attached. Curiosity piqued, you carefully opened it to reveal an assortment of your favorite snacks.

For a moment, you just stared at the contents, feeling a rush of surprise and warmth. Whoever had left these had clearly put some thought into it. The timing was perfect—exactly when you needed a bit of comfort. But who could have known that? And more importantly, who would have taken the time to do something like this for you?

You turned the box over in your hands, searching for any clue about the sender, but there was nothing. It left you both puzzled and touched, a small smile forming on your lips despite the stress you’d been feeling. It was a simple gesture, but it meant more to you than words could express.

Later, during a break in rehearsals, you sat down near Yujin, who was scrolling through her phone with a relaxed, almost indifferent expression. The air between you two had been less strained since your last conversation, but things were still a bit awkward. You decided to mention the snacks, partly out of curiosity and partly to share a bit of your day.

“Someone left these snacks for me in the dressing room earlier,” you said, trying to keep your tone light and casual. “It was a nice surprise, but I can’t figure out who did it.”

Yujin barely looked up from her phone, her voice calm and disinterested. “You looked like you needed something to lift your spirits. Don’t think too much about it.”

Her words took a moment to register. When they did, you turned to look at her, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Wait… you’re the one who left them?”

Yujin shrugged, still not meeting your gaze, as if it wasn’t worth making a big deal out of. “Yeah. Like I said, don’t overthink it. It’s just some snacks.”

You were taken aback, not just by the gesture but by how casually she brushed it off. This was the same Yujin who had been so distant, so critical during rehearsals, and now she was the one who had gone out of her way to do something kind for you? It didn’t fit the image you had of her, and that only made it more surprising.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect that from you,” you admitted, your voice tinged with disbelief. “You always seem so… I don’t know, focused on work.”

Yujin finally glanced up at you, her expression as unreadable as ever. “Just because I’m focused doesn’t mean I don’t notice things. You looked stressed, so I figured a little something might help. That’s all.”

You stared at her, unsure how to respond. It was clear she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but the gesture meant more to you than she realized. It wasn’t just about the snacks—it was the fact that she’d noticed your stress and had taken it upon herself to do something about it, even if she wouldn’t admit it outright.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your gratitude evident in your tone.

Yujin gave a slight nod, already returning her attention to her phone. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t expect it to become a habit.”

————

The rumor mill had been in overdrive since yesterday, with whispers about you and TXT's Yeonjun supposedly being spotted together. You’d tried to ignore it, but the tension was palpable, especially during rehearsals. Yujin, who had been cold and distant since the rumors started, was even more aloof than usual. It was hard not to notice the way she avoided eye contact, her responses clipped and short whenever you tried to talk to her.

Today’s rehearsal was particularly rough. You were struggling with the choreography, your mind too distracted by the swirling rumors and Yujin’s sudden coldness. Every time you missed a step or stumbled, you could feel the frustration building inside you, and it didn’t help that Yujin seemed to be watching you, her expression unreadable.

What you didn’t notice was how, subtly and without a word, Yujin began adjusting the routine. She simplified certain moves, made transitions smoother, all without drawing attention to herself. By the time you finished the session, you were exhausted but relieved that the choreography seemed easier, more manageable.

As you sat down to catch your breath, you started to realize something had changed. The routine was definitely different, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on how or when it had happened.

“Did someone change the routine?” you asked aloud, looking around at the others. “It’s a bit easier now… not that I’m complaining.”

Yujin, who had been stretching nearby, looked up briefly, her tone flat as she replied. “We all agreed on it. It’s just a small adjustment, nothing worth mentioning.”

You blinked, surprised by her nonchalance. “I didn’t even notice. Thanks… I guess.”

Yujin shrugged, her eyes focused on something in the distance. “No need for thanks. It’s just what needed to be done.”

There was something about the way she said it—so detached, so indifferent—that made you feel uneasy. It was as if she was trying to distance herself, to make it clear that this was purely professional, nothing more.

As you continued to watch her, a knot formed in your stomach. The rumor with Yeonjun couldn’t possibly be bothering her, could it? Yujin was always so composed, so focused on her work. But now, with the way she was acting, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more behind her cold shoulder.

As you started to leave the practice room, Yujin suddenly called out, her voice cutting through the quiet. “Y/N, can we talk for a minute?”

You turned back, surprised. “Sure, what’s up?”

Yujin waited until the room had cleared out, her expression unreadable. Once you were alone, she looked at you directly, her eyes sharp. “Is there something going on between you and Yeonjun? I’ve been hearing a lot of talk lately.”

Your heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by her bluntness. “Why do you ask?”

Yujin crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “Just curious. Or maybe I’m just tired of the rumors affecting our work.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Yujin’s phone buzzed loudly. She glanced at the screen and her face momentarily froze. “Forget it,” she said quickly, her voice suddenly distant. “It’s not important. We should get back to practice.”

You watched her, a mix of confusion and concern on your face. “Yujin, wait—”

But Yujin was already walking away, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.

————-

The day of the awards show had arrived, and the backstage area buzzed with frenetic energy. Performers were rushing around, finalizing their looks and going through last-minute preparations. The atmosphere was electric, but for you, it was tinged with a heavy layer of stress. You tried to stay focused and calm, but the weight of the recent tensions with Yujin and the pressure of the performance made it difficult.

As you paced backstage, rehearsing your routine in your mind, you accidentally bumped into Yujin, who was in the midst of adjusting her elaborate outfit. Your water bottle slipped from your hand, and a splash of water hit her dress, leaving a noticeable wet stain.

Yujin’s eyes widened as she looked down at her ruined outfit. Her calm, collected demeanor shattered in an instant. “Great, now my outfit is ruined! Can’t you be more careful?” Her voice was sharp, her frustration evident.

You froze, your face turning crimson with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

Yujin cut you off before you could finish, her irritation turning into a biting reprimand. “You’re always so careless. This is important, and you’re not taking it seriously.”

Your nerves were already frayed, and her harsh words only served to heighten your anxiety. “I am taking it seriously! I’m just trying to stay positive in a stressful situation. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The tension between you two was palpable. You could see the frustration etched on Yujin’s face, and it mirrored your own feelings of distress. The stress of the performance, combined with the unresolved tension from the previous day, was taking a toll on both of you.

Yujin’s anger seemed to hang in the air, mingling with the general chaos of the backstage area. For a moment, neither of you said anything, the silence thick with unspoken words and mounting frustration.

Then, after a tense pause, Yujin let out a deep breath and reached into her bag. She pulled out a clean towel and handed it to you, her expression softening just a touch. “Here. Use this to clean up the mess.”

You took the towel, the gesture slightly easing the tension. “Thanks,” you said quietly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the lingering hurt.

Yujin nodded curtly, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she turned away to deal with her outfit. “Just… be more careful next time,” she said, her tone less harsh but still carrying a note of frustration.

You wiped up the water, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering discomfort. The backstage environment, usually a place of camaraderie and support, felt strained and charged with unresolved issues. The weight of Yujin’s irritation and the recent rumors about you and Yeonjun were hanging heavily over both of you.

As you worked to clean up the mess, you stole a glance at Yujin. She was busy adjusting her outfit, her movements quick and purposeful. It was clear she was trying to maintain her composure, but the stress was evident in the way she handled her costume. You wondered if the rumors had been affecting her more than she let on.

With the clock ticking down to your performance, you took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. You knew you had to push aside the personal tensions and give it your all on stage. The performance was about to begin, and despite everything, it was your moment to shine.

As you prepared to step out onto the stage, Yujin’s earlier comment echoed in your mind. The unresolved tension between you was a heavy weight, but you had to concentrate on the performance and hope that, once it was over, you could find a way to address the lingering issues.

The moment you stepped into the spotlight, the excitement of the audience and the adrenaline of the performance took over. But as you glanced back at Yujin, waiting in the wings, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the unresolved tension between you was far from over.

—————

The awards show had concluded, and the green room was abuzz with post-performance excitement. You and Yujin, having navigated through the highs and lows of the day, found a quiet corner away from the crowd. The initial hostility and tension between you had eased considerably, giving way to a newfound understanding and mutual respect. The performance had gone off without a hitch, and the camaraderie you’d developed during the stressful preparations was evident in your interaction.

You sat side by side on a plush couch, the room’s lights dimmed and the noise of the celebration muffled. There was a moment of silence as both of you caught your breath and reflected on the journey that had brought you to this point.

“I was so wrong about you,” you said, breaking the silence. “I thought we’d never get along.”

Yujin glanced at you, her expression a mix of curiosity and nonchalance. “People aren’t always what they seem.”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. “I guess I’m starting to see that. Thanks for everything… even the things you pretend you didn’t do.”

Yujin smirked, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of amusement. “You’re welcome, I guess.”

The conversation seemed to settle into a comfortable rhythm until Yujin suddenly took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts for something significant. She turned to you, her usual composure giving way to a more vulnerable demeanor.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to say,” Yujin began, her voice slightly shaky. “I’ve been trying to keep my feelings in check because, well, I know you’re supposedly with Yeonjun and all. I’ve been... you know, trying not to get too involved. But I just—”

She fumbled for words, her usual calm demeanor giving way to an awkward babble. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t like me back or anything. I understand that you’re with him, and it’s fine. I just thought, maybe, if I didn’t say anything, I could avoid making things weird. But now that we’ve been through all this, I thought I should at least be honest. I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. And it’s totally fine if you don’t feel the same way. I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. I just didn’t want to leave things unsaid…”

She trailed off, her eyes wide with a mixture of anxiety and resignation. She stared at you, waiting for a reaction, clearly unsure of how her confession had landed.

You listened to Yujin’s confession, unable to hold back a chuckle as you took in her babbling. The way she had blurted everything out, her anxiety palpable, struck you as both endearing and amusing.

Yujin’s face flushed with embarrassment as she watched your reaction. “Did I—say something wrong? I mean, you’re laughing…”

You shook your head, a warm smile spreading across your face. “No, it’s not that. I’m not actually dating Yeonjun.”

Yujin blinked, clearly taken aback. “You’re not?”

You shook your head again, laughing softly. “Nope. It was just a rumor. I thought it would die down, but it’s been hanging around.”

Yujin’s confusion slowly transformed into relief and then into a hopeful smile. “Oh… well, that’s a relief. I mean, it makes things a lot clearer.”

As you both sat there, Yujin’s phone buzzed, and she checked it briefly. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked back at you with a more serious expression. “Actually, there’s something else I need to tell you. It’s about—”

Before she could finish, Yunjin walked into the green room, her presence immediately noticeable. Her eyes met yours, and she gave you a warm, somewhat surprised smile.

“Hey, Y/N. Yujin,” she said, her gaze shifting between you and Yujin. “I heard you two did great out there.”

You immediately saw your chance to clear things up. You stood up and practically threw yourself into Yunjin’s arms, hugging her tightly. “See, baby? I told you I’m not dating Yeonjun!”

Yunjin chuckled softly, wrapping her arms around you and stroking your back. “I know, love. I’m glad to see you two working things out.”

Yujin’s face flushed with realization as she watched the affectionate exchange. “Wait… you two are...?”

Yunjin smiled and nodded, giving you a reassuring look. “Yes, Y/N and I have been together for a while. I guess the rumor about Yeonjun was just that—a rumor.”

Yujin’s expression shifted from embarrassment to a mix of understanding and relief. “Oh… I see. I’m really sorry for the misunderstanding, then.”

As Yujin tried to compose herself, she glanced at you with a mixture of sadness and regret. “Well, now that everything’s clear, I guess I should go…”

You reached out, your heart sinking as you saw the hurt in Yujin’s eyes. “Yujin, wait…”

Yunjin’s eyes flicked between you and Yujin, sensing the tension. “Is everything okay?”

You turned back to Yujin, feeling a pang of guilt. “I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I’m really sorry if I—”

Yujin shook her head, trying to hide her feelings behind a mask of composure. “It’s okay. I just... didn’t realize how complicated things were.”

As Yujin walked away, you watched her go with a heavy heart, torn between your affection for Yunjin and the unexpected connection you felt with Yujin. The complexities of the situation left you feeling uncertain. You turned to Yunjin, who looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” Yunjin asked softly, sensing your turmoil.

You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. “I just feel bad. I didn’t mean for things to get so complicated.”

Yunjin took your hand, her eyes searching yours. “We’ll figure it out. For now, let’s focus on us.”

As you and Yunjin embraced, you couldn’t help but think about Yujin. The connection you had felt with her, the way she had been there for you despite everything, left you questioning your own feelings. You wondered if there was something more there, something you hadn't fully acknowledged until now.

The night ended with lingering uncertainties. As you held onto Yunjin, your mind drifted back to Yujin, and you felt a pang of regret. The possibility of having feelings for both of them was daunting, but the truth was you were deeply conflicted.

[yourlovermumu]

imagine tying up your boyfriend while his sleeping and he wakes up to find himself literally at your mercy, saying its revenge for how he treats you in bed. and his like ''come on sweetie i am not mean to you in bed. what are you talking about?''

you tease him by kissing and licking his inner thighs. and his so frustrated. like why wont you just give him what he knows you know he wants. his telling you to just hurry up and touch him. and you tell him not until he does some begging. which he refuses to do at first. but after awhile manages to let out a little ''p...please touch me.''

you give in eventually but your just softly touching his cock while he goes, ''thats not nearly enough, baby. put it in your mouth.'' but you again, simply tell him to beg for it.

and he refuses this time again. saying no you wont get him to beg for you. and your all smug like okay then get comfy cause your gonna be tied up like this for a while.

and then your teasing him so damn much. giving his cock feather like kisses everywhere but you just wont put it in your mouth at all. nor would you stroke him properly.

and his just soooooo frustrated that he swears once he gets out these ropes, your really gonna get it. he says his going to absolutely show you no mercy at all. and your just giggling at his threats like ''as if, your the one tied up and helpless. not me.''

but luck really wasnt on your side this time. because turns out he was slowly loosening the knot while you were busy teasing the leaving day lights out of him.

''still want me to beg, baby?'' he laughed at the panic on your face as he yanked you by your arm. slamming you down on the bed. he pinned both of your hands above your head and tied you with the same rope you used on him. ''yeah? do i still need to beg, princess? beg for you to suck my cock? do i?'' he taunted. a smug grin plastered on his handsome face.

needless to say...he quite quickly had you regretting ever playing around with him in the first place.

you cried and squirmed. jerking your hips away from him only for him to pull you back by the hips. ''keep doing that and i might not let you cum at all tonight.'' he said sternly, slapping your thigh to somehow make you behave. all you could do was just sit still and take it. you had lose count of how many times you had been edged. your mind clouding with the need to get rid of the uncomfortable arche.

''p-please-! i- i am sorry!! i- a-ah...let me cummm...p-please i am s-so sorry...'' you sobbed. begging him pitifully.

''aw...my poor baby wants to cum so badly, doesnt she?'' he cooed. stroking your cheek tenderly while his thumb brushed away tears.

you nodded dumbly in respond.

''...'m sorry baby, your gonna have to prove to me you deserve to cum.''

you frowned, pouting sadly before a yelp left your lips when he pressed the vibrator to your clit again.

''its no use pouting, baby. dont try to use your cute little face to get your way.'' he chuckled. biting his lip when his eyes landed on your pussy again. so fucking drenched. soaking the sheets and yet you havent even came once yet. he cant help but let out a dreamy sigh at the sight. fingers prodding at your hole before slipping in with ease. they slip in so nicely. ''..god you take my fingers so well.'' he groaned.

and truthfully he is rock hard. has been since your little teasing session. it was only a matter of time before he gave in. the only reason he has been able to have some self control for this long without drilling you full of his cock was because he gets off on seeing you cry and beg. he loves it. the wracked state your in and the how vulnerable you look. the way your pussy is just begging to have his cock inside. and so is your mouth, letting out pleas after pleas to just let you cum. you even tried tempting him to fuck you full of his cock. sly little thing. it almost worked. almost. if he hadnt slapped your ass and threatened to not let you cum at all you probably would have been able to get him to fuck your tight little hole. but now....now he wasnt sure how much longer he can hold on and not just fuck you dumb.

''how about this, you gimme a kiss, and if your able to kiss me back properly while i stuff this pussy full of my fingers...then i'll let you cum. how's that sound? hell i would even give you cock. yeah? you want my cock, baby? mhm...sweet little thing..such a mess right right now..need to be full of my cock so badly, huh?''

he chuckled seeing you desperately reach to kiss him. your just soooooo adorable.

his lips were soon on yours and oh you were winning straight into his mouth. trying so desperately to keep kissing him without your mouth hanging open to moan loudly from how good his fingers were hitting your insides.

the kiss was messy. his tongue finding its way into your mouth and tangling with yours. small groans slipping from his lips as he kissed you like a starved man.

the kiss was messy with your mouth latching onto his yet you couldnt help how distracted you were by his fingers toying with your cunt. his thumb rubbed at your clit as two of his long, thick fingers drilled into.

and it turns out kissing was proving to be a little difficult with how good his fingers were making you feel.

but even if you werent able to kiss him back properly, he wouldnt hold it against you. he cant hold it against you. hell, he would be lucky if he could even think about anything other then the feel of your tight, warm walls squeezing his fingers and the twitch of his cock at the thought of replacing his fingers with his dick.

''h-hah...you wanna cum baby? you wanna cum, right?'' he spoke in between pants. breathing heavy as he held direct eye contact with you. his eyes heavy with desire.

he smirked smugly when you nodded your head over and over, mumbling out a breathy ''yes''.

''..yeah? of course you do.'' the words left his mouth as his palm came to lay flat against your cunt, slapping it. you yelped and he only snickered at your reaction. ''..dirty, dirty little girl...look how messy you're down here..its beautiful.''

his eyes were fixated on your wetness that made not only a mess on the sheets but also his hand.

without a word he brought his hand to your lips, poking at your bottom lip as he urged you to open your mouth.

''c'mon princess, you know what you have to do...open that pretty little mouth and suck.''

you didnt have to be told twice. already parting your lips open to take his pointer finger into your mouth. you took it in inch my inch, and he didnt rush you. just letting you take your time with it. but by the sight of something so erotic...his not sure how much longer he would last. his already at his limit. and you just had to look up at him like that while he had his fingers in your mouth, sucking them so, so gently as your tongue swirled around the digit. and he wasnt even thinking before shoving another into your mouth. and you welcomed it gladly.

''...d-addy..please f--uck me...'' your voice came out muffled by the fingers that stuffed your mouth. but he heard you nonetheless.

''...damnit.'' he mumbled under his breath, his jaw clenched as he finally deemed he really cant hold back anymore. he needs to fuck you. right. now.

he was quick to slip his fingers out of your mouth just as quick he was with shoving them in. both his hands now gripped your hip in a way that was sure to leave bruises.

his hand slipped down from your hips to your thighs, his strong arms pushing them back to your chest. he leaned over you, bring his mouth to your wrist and ripping of the thin silk ropes. he pulled the ropes off of your wrists with his teeth before spiting it out on the ground.

it wasnt necessary to have you tied. not anymore when his cock alone is going to leave you senseless. not to mention he loved it when you left your scratch marks on his back.

''gonna fuck you hard now baby, hold on tight, kay?''

GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, GETO SUGURU, shoei barou, reo mikage, JINGO RAICHI, ryusei shido, OLIVER AIKU,MICHEAL KAISER, kei tsukishima, tobio kageyama, TETSURO KUROO, TURO OIKAWA, YUJI TERUSHIMA, ATSUMU MIYA

[suugarbabe]

I SAW YOUR THIRST OVER MATTHEO AND CAN I COUNTER WITH A threesome with Mattheo and Lorenzo because🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 i feel like those two would work wonderfully together🥴🥴🥴🥴

ohhhh baby oh babbby paris just sounds so lovely doesnt it?

I love my sweet, tall, lanky Enzo but i know in the depths of my soul that this man is possessive.

you're moaning around Mattheo's cock and he's stroking your cheek and his cock twitches on your tongue. Enzo's behind you, filling you up so deep you feel him in the pits of your stomach and he can feel your clenching around him, "You like this huh, angel, like having your mouth full with Riddle while my cock stretches out your tight little hole?"

your eyes roll to the back of your head, throat relaxing so Mattheo can go deeper and he's groaning out, "Fuck, just like that, princess, taking me so deep. Merlin, feels so fucking good."

your pussy clenches at the praise, squeezing Enzo's cock tighter. There's a harsh smack to your ass, causing you to gag on Mattheo's cock before Enzo grabs a fist full of your hair to pull your back flush to his chest, "Remember who you belong to, Angel. Tell me, who owns you? Who gets to fill this pussy whenever he pleases?"

and your brain is going fuzzy at the filthy words combined with Mattheo's tongue sucking on your tits, tongue swirling over your taut nipples as his thumb starts makes tight circles over your clit, "You, Enzo, o-only you, all for you Enzo, always."

"Good girl," his praises pushing you over the edge, euphoria filling your senses and your overcome with pleasure. Then Enzo releases his grip on your scalp, pushing you back down on all fours, still pounding into to, "Go on, angel, let Mattheo fill that throat of yours while I fill this pretty little pussy."

And you do as your told, opening your mouth and flattening your tongue out for Mattheo as Enzo sets a brutal pace, you feeling another orgasm building up for yourself.

In moments you're coming again, moaning ridiculously on Mattheo's cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge and filling your throat with hot spurts before slowly pulling out. Enzo's hips start to stutter, pulling you back so he's fully sheathed inside you before filling you up so much it's leaking out of you before he can even fully pull out.