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archenemyintellegence · 1 year ago

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(12/5/2023)

I always feel that Mugler is a fabulous brand, empowering women, showing the beauty of women while make them feels untouchable. The 1997 show was a classic, showing the beauty of femininity and nature, but in a dangerously dominant. Also I remembered that Mugler collaborated with Lady Gaga too and she is a fucking goddess. I always feel like I can feel like a boss if I can put on some product the brand, so I was super thrilled when Mugler is going to collab with H&M. First, I am broke af so I feel that they collabing with H&M equals to affordable Mugler products. Second, there are no Mugler store in Hong Kong so it's like the only chance to get my hands on one.

However, the experience is terrible, even when I have so much hype for it. Maybe it's because my expectations are too high that it's unrealistic, and I disappointed myself.

First, there were NO stocks at the day of the collab, when I visited a store at 1pm. Maybe it was my fault that I didn't wait for the store to open so I can buy some products like people who lines up for iPhone in front of Apple Stores in the 2010s. Because I genuinely never thought that there was so much hype that I needed to queue for some products. However, I really felt that they haven't even prepared for this event because there's no trace of Mugler in the entire store, except that one giant TV screen showing the Mugler x H&M music video and staffs wearing the collab T shirt. Also, I went to another store at night and there was zero trace of Mugler in it. No matter it's the lack of stock or the preparation of the event being late, I feel that it's a very unprofessional thing to happen in such an event and it makes me super disappointed. There may be a chance that I missed some Mugler products in the store, as the online store showed that there were Mugler products for sell online at that time. However, if those products were so lack of characteristics that I missed them, then it's super embarrassing for the brand.

Second, the cutting of the products are not inclusive at all, judging by my own experience. It is more disappointing for me as I believed that Mugler is an inclusive brand judging by their image of empowering women to make them feel like bosses, and their choices of models in their videos. However, my fantasy was broken after trying on some products myself. Keep in mind that it's my very limited experience of the collaboration as I only had the chance to try on 3 products as these are the only products that magically appeared in store today, which is 12/5. But here is my own experience and my opinion on the products. After trying on 3 items, including a dress, a pair of trousers and a hoodie, I can conclude that they only design the product for a specific body type, which probably explains why everyone on the photos of the online store are skinny and tall models.

The experience of trying the clothes was humiliating. For the dress, which is a pink tight dress with a glove, I couldn't even figure out how to put it on. That thing became a tangled mess after it left the fucking hanger and I spent like 30 minutes in the fitting room with my naked ass trying to solve this enigma, and still failed even when I was super eager to try it on. I bet that not even the staff knows how to untangle this interesting formation of fabric because I literally saw the face of the staff who worked at the counter in front of the fitting room section frowned after inspecting this thing I handed them. Another staff tried to help with untangling the dress but they probably failed, because the dress never showed up in the display rack ever again in my 1hr-ish shopping session, while the other piece I tried did.

The next piece of clothing I tried is the trousers, and it convinced me that the series was not even designed for Asian or short people at all. Only the size 40 was available when I visited the store, and I was confident that I can fit it, as my ass is fat and I even bought male trousers in size 40 before. However, this pair of trousers is definitely not for my body type at all. First, there is some space cut out to reveal the lower waist area. However, if you're not a person with a curvy skinny waist, and have a waist with some fat like me, then this design is horrible, because it's just a pair of pointless windows for your fat to say hello. (Now that I saw the photo of the product on the website, the cutting of the trousers is so unforgiving that even squeezed some fat out of the skinny model. So just imagine when it's on a person that doesn't have a model body, which is me lol) Also, the length of the pants are so fucking long that it's impossible for me to wear. It covers like 2/3 of my feet and there's no way I can walk with that shit. Not to mention that I feel that there's no way to shorten the trousers as there are both designs at the top and the end of the trousers.

The last piece of clothing I tried on was a hoodie, which was the only piece of casual clothing I can found in the store of this series. There was only XS size available but I was confident that I can fit in it, as I strongly believed that this series is not designed for smaller body sizes at all after trying out the trousers. I thought that it would be more forgiving than the trousers as it's a top piece and it's also a casual wear. However, I am humiliated by the piece AGAIN. My assumption that I can fit in the hoodies is absolutely correct, but that's the only positive experience I got from this piece. First, although there are metallic details on the shoulders, the cutting doesn't match the aesthetic and make the shoulders look powerful at all, even though that the fabric is super thick which probably can allow them to do some tricks to make the shoulders pop up a little bit. For me, who have a narrow, sloped shoulders, this piece looks awful, as the shoulder part literally looks like a dome on me... with some badly placed tiny metallic letters 😭 It looks so bad that I didn't even dare take a picture of it. Second, the cutting of the whole piece makes zero sense at all. The sleeves fit perfectly on me, but the size of it looks like a child's clothing. I know that it's a shorter hoodie but not THAT short 😭😭 The pocket in front of the hoodies is literally on my breast and I don't even know what does it mean 😭 Does it mean that I can grab my boobs when placing my hands in the pocket??? I really wanted to buy this hoodie to act as a souvenir but I just can't because it's just so stupid 😭

After this experience with Mugler products, it really shattered my fantasy that Mugler can make every women look boss-like. I really felt that they're telling me that their products are just for a specific body type. I never felt so unwelcomed and offended by a brand before. Maybe it's just me being too broke and not having the experience of dealing with high fashion brands. If this is high fashion then I probably stick with the more friendly fast fashion brands and have fun wearing like a non-gendered person 🥴😭👍🏻

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hispipsqueak · 3 years ago

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Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy.

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him.

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement.

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed.

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on.

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before.

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure. After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush.

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit.

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity.

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent.

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you.

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles.

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…” He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

#obey me #obey me smut #mammon x mc #omswd smut #mammon smut

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happyandticklish · 2 years ago

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What It Means To Love You

Notes: College!AU because seeing as I’m going to be attending one soon, it feels relevant~ Based off this post of mine and the comment by @ticklygiggles on it because she made a superb addition.

Summary: Childe has a habit of stealing his boyfriend’s hoodies, which can have unexpected consequences when Zhongli’s bored.

Zhongli had never understood all the hype behind relationships. He would watch his classmates walk down the hallways hand-in-hand, see the chatter and the happy smiles that would follow, but it all seemed so exhausting and exaggerated. Who had the time to devote all their time to another person? He had homework, a job, hobbies to keep up with, his own personal life. Trying to fit a partner into that would just complicate things.

Then he met Childe, and that dangerous grin that flipped his insides upside down when it was faced at him. Now, he still found the concept of love to be exhausting, and even irritating at times, but he was discovering more and more benefits as time went on.

For instance, on cold, February mornings, it helped to have a boyfriend who radiated warmth like his own personal space heater.

“You know, I am trying to study here.” Childe glanced back at him wryly, shifting a bit as he tried to adjust his laptop with his boyfriend’s arms in the way. “I have an essay that’s due tomorrow that I haven’t even started yet, and you deciding that today is the day you finally commit to becoming a full-fledged koala isn’t helping.”

“We both know that you’re just going to stare at your screen for several hours before doing it before class Monday,” Zhongli pointed out, not unfairly. As the responsible adult he was, Childe tossed a pencil back at his face for the retort, narrowly missing him as Zhongli jerked back.

“Very mature.”

“You’re the one clinging to me like a lost child.”

“But you’re so comfortable like this. Besides, you’re wearing my hoodie, so I should at least get to share the warmth you’re absorbing from it.”

Zhongli rested his head against his back as he pulled himself closer, nestling into the soft fabric. It was a nice hoodie, in Childe’s defense. It was an old one from home, the edges frayed with age and use. It smelled like Childe now, and there was a strange joy in that knowledge; this hoodie was a shared thing between them now, neither one claiming complete ownership. Their lives were intermingling slowly; the old Zhongli would have been worried about that, but strangely, he wasn’t.

There was a hole at the top of the sweater, near the seam that connected his sleeves to the rest of the ensemble. There was the smallest flash of skin peaking out, betraying the body hidden beneath the mound of fabric. Almost involuntarily, Zhongli drew his hands back from his stomach, reaching up instead to curiously poke at the area.

The flinch was almost imperceptible for anyone but Zhongli who knew his boyfriend better by now. “Hey, cut that out. I’m seriously trying to concentrate here.”

“There’s a hole,” Zhongli pointed out unnecessarily. Another poke, an even bigger flinch this time.

“Yes, and you’re going to make it bigger if you keep messing with it, now would you ple—ehe!”

Childe’s words stuttered into a half-giggle as Zhongli wiggled his finger against the spot. The hole, unfortunately for him, was centered right at the top of his ribs. A spot Zhongli knew by now to be ticklish. Very ticklish, in fact. So much so that even moving his hands near it while they were making out on his bed prompted a protesting whine and squirming from the other.

Childe was already ahead of him and quickly shut his laptop, scooching it away from him to prepare to flee if necessary. “Zhongli, wait, don’t—”

“Don’t what?” Zhongli asked innocently, keeping his index finger hooked under the fabric, brushing against his skin every time Childe moved. “I’m just inspecting this hole that you’ve so rudely ripped into my favorite hoodie.”

“That was already there before I took it—wait, noho!”

He arched back as Zhongli curiously slipped another finger in, scratching against the bare skin. Childe’s lips wobbled on a reluctant grin, giggles waiting on his tongue. “C-C’mon, stop, this ihisn’t fair!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about; I’m hardly even touching you. Now quit squirming before you do any more damage to it.”

Childe reached back a hand back to stop him, but Zhongli merely added a third finger and he quickly slammed his arm back down to his side. This only succeeded in trapping Zhongli’s hand there, unfortunately for him, and he let out a groan that was half giggles.

“Zhohongli! Don’t be mehean!”

“I’m not being mean, I’m providing entertainment.” He snuck a hand under his hoodie as well, skittering fingers over his sides to a resounding yelp from the helpless man in his lap. “Seeing as you insist on studying and wasting both of our well-earned Saturday mornings.”

“Thihis ihisn’t, ehe, entertainment!”

“Ah. Well, entertainment for me, I forgot to mention. It might be a tad inconveniencing for you. Although you appear to be laughing quite a bit, so you must be enjoying some part of this.”

Childe opened his mouth to make some sort of snide remark at that, but all that came out was a jumbled mix of sounds when Zhongli’s other hand joined his former at the top of his ribs at all. Cornered on both sides now, Childe find himself quickly stuck and his laughter evolved several pitches as he was forced to deal with the dual sensations.

He seemed to have lost control of his hands and instead of using them for anything useful, he instead flailed frantically for a hold on anything he could grab whether that be the carpet, his pants, Zhongli’s wrists, or his own face to hide the dorky grin sparkling underneath. Never stopping him, though, never directly. Zhongli made a mental note of that, though he didn’t say anything. His boyfriend was embarrassed enough already, no need to pile on with an added confessional.

Of course, a bit of teasing was okay, and really, brought on by Childe for having such adorable reactions to it. It could hardly be helped.

“I’d almost forgotten how ticklish you were,” Zhongli hummed, circling the area right under his arms with his nails. Childe hissed sharply, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to block him out. “I mean, you’re so cocky all the time it’s easy to forget that you’re susceptible to such a silly weakness. I’m hardly even tickling you right now and yet you can’t stay still for the life of you.”

Red coated the tips of Childe’s ears. He snorted when Zhongli moved a bit higher, digging his thumbs under his arms. “Shuhut uhuhup!”

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” Zhongli smirked, leaning in close to rest his chin on his shoulders. Childe instinctively scrunched up, the threat of being so close to a ticklish spot almost worse than the tickling itself. “You’re always teasing me about being sensitive, but I’m afraid you have me beat. All it takes is just. A. Bit. Of. Tickling—” with each word he dug his fingers in more, prompting Childe to jump each and every time— “And you’re a mess in my arms. All I’m doing is wiggling my fingers, you’re the one getting so worked up about it.”

The words seemed to slip out of him of their own accord, spurred on by the reactions they tugged out of Childe. He should probably stop, but Childe wasn’t fighting him, not really, and they didn’t have anything to do for the next couple of hours. He couldn’t seem to pull his hands away, couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and gently kissing and biting at his neck if only to hear Childe burst into babbling shrieks, couldn’t help from crawling his hands down and burying them into the hoodie’s pockets like he had imagined doing so many times before.

Childe arched back with a panicked shriek, and would have most likely knocked them both down if Zhongli hadn’t quickly braced himself against the floor. He shook his head back and forth, wanting a break, needing a break, but he didn’t say that. Instead, he fell into a fit of giggles as Zhongli’s hands scribbled over his stomach, the fabric of the hoodie only making things worse as it brushed against his bare skin. Probably, he should have worn a shirt or something under this, but there had been something weirdly nice about the idea of something that had been worn by Zhongli touching his bare skin. A nice, if slightly embarrassing, sentiment, but entirely unhelpful in this moment.

“Ohohokay, ohohokay, ohohohokay!” It seemed to be all Childe could think to say in the moment with the light, unbearable touches flooding his brain. “Ihihit, mmmmhehehe, ihihit tihihihickles!”

Okay. That was cute. Really cute.

Zhongli pressed his face further into the other’s neck if only to hide the stupid smile growing on his own face. Childe squeaked as Zhongli’s hair brushed up against his neck, ducking his shoulders up to try to protect as much skin as possible from this new, unfair tactic.

“Of course it tickles,” Zhongli mumbled, the vibrations of his voice not helping Childe’s already escalating situation. “I’m tickling you, idiot.”

Childe flushed, managing to reach a hand back to shove weakly at his face in annoyance. “Shuhut uhuhup, I know thahat! Juhuhust—okay, oHOKAY!”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Zhongli’s hands reached lower, brushing against his lower stomach and sending a flurry of electricity running up Childe’s spine. He quickly reached down to grab his wrists, desperately trying to tug his hands away. “StahaAHAHAP OHOohoho m-my gohohod, shihit!”

“Fine, fine, just let me take my hands out.” A pause, no longer than a couple seconds at most but still too long for Childe’s liking. “Oh. Oh no. Well, this isn’t good.”

“W-Whahahat?” Childe tried to crane his neck to look at him, but doing so only left him exposed for more tickling and he quickly returned to his earlier position. “Whahat ihihis ihihit?”

“My hands are stuck.” Zhongli frowned, shaking his head in puzzlement. “I told you this hoodie was too big on you; I can’t get my hands out with all these folds in the way. Just hold still please, I’ll figure it out.”

“Buhuhut—” Childe let out a plaintive whine, doing his level best to curl up against the tickling— “ihihit tihihihickles! Ihihi cahahan’t hehehelp ihihit!”

“Please Childe, I can’t concentrate with all your squirming. You’re only going to make this take longer.”

Childe groaned, but did his level best to hold still. He hugged himself tightly to keep from accidentally pushing Zhongli away as he “searched” for a way out, brushing up against his stomach over and over again as he did. Childe bit his lip but it did little to hold back the stream of giggles slipping out anyway.

“Z-Zhongli! Huhurry up!”

“Almost there,” Zhongli promised him, barely able to contain a smirk of his own as he continued to poke and prod all over his torso. “Just trying to find the edges; be patient with me.”

Childe’s legs bounced anxiously as Zhongli continued, his grip on his arms loosening slightly. This was almost worse than the earlier tickling, and this time he couldn’t even move to deal with it. He was pretty sure Zhongli was just messing with him at this point, but his best bet was just to stay still and hope it would be over soon.

Or at least that was the plan until Zhongli’s nails returned to that devastating spot right below his navel and Childe felt his resolve crumple instantly. He snorted, reaching down and quickly jerking Zhongli’s hands out (displaying just how easy it was to find the entrance to the pockets, on that note) and rolled away to safety. He wrapped his arms around himself protectively, still giggling as Zhongli watched him in amusement.

“What was that for?” Childe grumbled, fixing him with a not at all convincing glare. “Is that the payment I get for trying to study? You know, being a good student and all?”

“From what I saw of your screen, you were playing a riveting game of solitaire with yourself, which hardly counts as studying,” Zhongli replied wryly. “Besides, that was your punishment for taking my hoodie. I told you to stop stealing my things.”

A lie entirely, but Zhongli didn’t want to admit that it was just because of how cute Childe was giggling and begging under his hands. His ego was already high enough, Zhongli didn’t want to let him get a big head about it.

Childe scoffed indignantly at the accusation, but grabbed the hem of his hoodie, tugging it upwards. “Fine then, if it means so much to you, you can have it back—”

“No need,” Zhongli interrupted quickly. He pushed himself to his feet, walking over to the door. The idea of being in a room with a shirtless Childe would definitely call for a round two, and he wasn’t sure the other could handle that. “It looks better on you anyway.”

Childe balked at him as he left. “What—then what was all that for—”

“Now, I’ll leave you to your much needed studying since evidently you haven’t even started yet. I promised to meet Hu Tao in the library anyway.”

As he walked out, he could hear Childe muttering behind him, the words “annoying” and “cocky ass” appearing quite often in his rant. Zhongli was sure he was going to catch some revenge of his own when he returned, but it would have been well worth it to hear the sound of Childe’s laughter.

Maybe love wasn’t so bad after all.

#chili #genshin impact #tickle fic #childe #zhongli #tickling #fanfiction #college au #au

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nevess · 3 years ago

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— redamancy;

(n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

🌱… description: Mitsuya is perceived as the perfect boyfriend, brother and human. But just like any other, he has flaws. For the first time in a while, he told you about them and you comfort him. Lots of fluff;

🍵… warnings: swearing? feeling down? idk what to put here so probably none;

🧳 … character/s: mitsuya takashi;

☕️… word count: 1657 ; | date: November 27, 2021

a/n: Its 2:22am so this is not proof read so sorry for grammar mistakes. Im following my creative impulse rn. Hope you like it!! its my first time doing this tipe of writing ^^<33 baiii love you. Remember to drink water and eat!!

You were waiting for Mitsuya to open the front door of his house while being worried sick for him. He didn't come to the date you guys planned for two weeks, and since this afternoon you've been texting him and tried calling but no response was delivered. Minutes passed and still no signs of anyone being home or him being online. Ten minutes later and nobody answered the door, so you took the hidden key under the flower pot, placing it back in its rightful place after the door was unlocked.

Once in, you find yourself with black room, lights off and everything seems normal. Except, you knew this wasn't, not his house at least. Luna and Mana are usually awake at this time whilst Takashi is in the kitchen or working in the dining room. You entered the household and made your way to your boyfriend's room, opening the door quietly and with such slowness so you wouldn't make any noise.

“Tsuya…?” You whispered softly, his name rolling your tongue with a whit of worry and unsertiness. No answer. There was a shuffle of fabric as the hump of blankets moved while Takashi shifted his body at the sound of his name being called. You wanted to be mad at him for forgetting your date, especially one like this. You were excited to go to the festival that arrived in Japan just for today and he totally forgot!

Opening the door and peeking through the small space, you saw his room, noticing the mess that was invading the space. It was unlike him to have an untidy and messy room, mainly because he liked to have an organized space so he could clear his mind and work in peace. You got closer to him and sat nearby on his bead. Your hand now rests on his ruffled hair, leaving soft strokes. “What's wrong, ‘kashi? Why did you stood me up?” You asked in a half whisper, a little anger nipping.

When he inhaled from his nose you heard the sniff it made; he cried. What made him cry? You were shocked to find him in such a vulnerable state, so tilting your head while you felt a twinge in your chest you proceeded to interact. “Here, hold my hand.” You said while taking out your shoes and laying on your side. You offered your hand to the purple haired boy who seconds later intertwined your fingers together, giving it a tight squeeze without saying a word. You remain in silence, and a little impatient, as the unsteadiness invades your mind, millions of questions were formed but none of them answered.

Takashi Mitsuya is a man that knows his way around words, but when it comes to understanding his feelings it can be like wanting to complete a puzzle but none of the pieces fit with each other. Because you grew up being close to him you understood he needed a little bit of time to process what was happening, and that's exactly what you were trying to do. Offering him enough space to do so, and at the same time letting him know you were there for him.

After a while of silence and you physically giving him comfort he speaks. “Y/n… Am I a good brother? A good boyfriend even?” You didn't have any doubts that he was not the perfect person, he had his flaws. But when it comes to being a good brother, he was the best. And as a boyfriend, you couldn't ask for a better one. He always hypes you up when you feel a little insecure or when you are being confident in the ‘fit' you are wearing. Is the best at comforting you when you feel sad, and even helps you become a better person.

There is no hesitation or doubt when you immediately answer his question. “You are an amazing one, babe.” You softly respond. His body is now facing yours, so you move your hand to his neck, gently trailing invisible shapes in his skin with your tumph. Eyes looking swollen and red because of crying earlier. “My beautiful blueberry boy.” You whisper with a sweet and reassuring tone. He looked up to see your eyes, ones that he loved so much. Melting at the love that was transmitted through them.

He was bottling up everything, and you came to that conclusion due to you recognizing the facial expression he had right now, it was the same he had the first time he ever told you what he felt when overwhelmed with him. He blamed himself for having those feelings and blamed himself for everything he couldn't fix. Mitsuya is not used to sharing his feelings or even voicing them to other people or himself; he has a hard time identifying them. He understands what being happy, sad, angry, disgusted or afraid is like, but the different denominations come a little more harder for him to describe.

“Let me take care of things for once, okay? Rest, I'll be by your side. Allow me to take the pain away from you.” You pleaded to him with a tendered voice. He made a pout with his lips, curling them up to stop them from shaking. Thick tears started to wet his cheeks. “I am sorry…” He mumbled with a broken voice, proceeding later to roughly explain how he was feeling. It broke your heart to know that all of this was happening to him and you didn't even notice. Meanwhile, you kept the slow paced strokes on his hair. He was telling you how unworthy, pettiful and afraid he felt. You copy his pout and leave a kiss on his forehead while wrapping your arms around his neck and muttering words of affirmation to him.

His body is close to yours, both of you feeling the warm emitter, while you do your best to let him know that you don't view him as such. How he was describing himself made you want to cry too. ‘If he only knew how amazing he truly was’, you thought to yourself. “Kashi…” His name leaving your lips made him look up to you. Slightly moving your face away and adjusting your body to be able to caress his cheeks with ease. “You are not your thoughts.” A small kiss on the tip of his nose and then on his lips was all he needed before you continued talking. “You are an amazing brother. I’m sure Luna and Mana wouldn't change you for the world, they admire you and love you so much. You give them everything you can, and that is exactly what they need.”

You look into his puffy violet eyes once more before you leave another kiss on his lips, this one being a little longer. “Mitsuya Takashi, you are my favorite person in the entire world. It is the way you look into my eyes and let me know everything will be fine. The way you take your time with everything you do because you only want to give the best of you to others.” You made a little pause to leave a kiss on both of his cheeks, before you continue. “Is the way you embrace every imperfection I possess and help me view it from a different perspective… The way you take care of me, and everyone you care about, giving them only the best you can afford.”

Both of your hands stay on each of his cheeks as you look into the violet haired man's eyes. “Even if you sometimes can be a perfectionist and get frustrated, even if when you get mad become a different person, a hot one i may add-” You let out a chuckle, while a smile attempts to form in your boyfriend's face. “The love you provide to your sisters, and the way you support your mom in everything you can so the burdens become a little less heavier for her, are enough. ‘Tsuya, you are a human being, it's okay to not be perfect. I love you for who you are, not what you can buy or give me. Your family is blessed to have such an amazing person with them.”

He smiles with his wet cheeks burning because he couldn't hide the effect your words had on him. He was hard on himself, he forces himself to surpass those expectations he thinks will make him better. With you by his side always reminding him it's okay not to be perfect and to have low moments he feels like he can go beyond he ever imagined. The way you talk about him, with so much love dripping from your expression, the way your body responds to him, and how you look at him. Ever since you started talking he found himself getting lost in those dazzlings, heavenly and enchanting eyes of yours. The deep color that decorates them and makes them unique from anyone else's. He is grateful to have you in his life.

“Do you want to cuddle while we watch a movie?” You asked as a way to comfort him. He wasn't a big fan of watching movies, but you knew he was weak for one he used to watch with his little sister as kids. The only DVD his mom ever bought for them. Mitsuya nodded his head while hugging your torso and found physical comfort by laying his head on your chest. You return to surround his neck with your arms while you leave a kiss on his head. “The same as always?” You asked even though you already knew his answer.

Both of you end up spending the night cuddling and Takashi falling asleep half through the movie. The next day you spend it papering each other and in the evening playing with Mana and Luna, who barged into Mitsuyas room while you were cuddling, demanding to spend time with both of you.

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 3 years ago

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The Movie Awards Part Four

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, a little violence

Summary: The happy ‘couple’ goes to the awards show….

“Ready Buck?” “Am I ever ready?” “And we let you fight the bad guys?” You both nervously laughed. The driver came around and opened the door, “just remember what I’ve taught ya, and remember your mission, you’ve got this Buck.” After reassuring him, you both stepped out of the limo, smiling and waving to the cameras. Bucky held out his hand for you to take so you did.

The cameras all flashed and took pictures at 100s a second. Most were focused on you and Bucky, as you were the new gossip, and this more or less confirming your relationship to the public. Bucky was on the lookout for anything out of place and Hydra like, you were also looking a little, but you probably wouldn’t notice anything he didn’t. You walked the red carpet, people shouting questions out, the sound of cameras clicking drowning them out. Bucky’s hand tightened on yours, the second you exited and he hadn’t loosened up, he wasn’t too used to this many people. “It’s alright Buck, I’m here, we’re almost done,” you whispered, with his super soldier hearing he heard you but no one else did.

After you finally got done with the red carpet of doom, it was time for interviews. The person in charge handed you your schedule, and you had 3, not too bad. You headed to the first one and they welcomed you in. “Hey, my name’s Josh, I’ll be interviewing you today, and so we have some questions, if you would like to take a seat,” he turned to Bucky, “if you would like to sit over there off camera you can, or we would love for you to join Ms. Y/L/N during the interview.” Bucky decided to sit with you, not wanting to leave your side, besides this ‘Josh’ kept eying you up and down, he didn’t like it. “Are you alright if I introduce you two as a couple for the interview or would you prefer I just say friend?” Josh asked and Bucky responded with, “couple, I am her boyfriend after all,” hoping him fully labeling himself as your boyfriend would stop Josh’s attempts.

“I’m here with actress, Y/N L/N, star of the hit movie, Stars in Your Eyes (idk I made up a movie name?) and her boyfriend, Sargent Bucky Barnes, of the Avengers. Let’s get started!” Josh turned away from the camera and towards you and Bucky, “so first, the question everyone wants to know, how long have you two been together and how’d you meet?” You told him the story you and Bucky had fabricated, and it seemed to satisfy the interviewer. The rest of the questions from him were all about your relationship and your role in the movie you’d just finished filming a month ago, rumors were now spreading and the hype about it was big.

After the interview you and Bucky walked to the next one, it was about a 5 minute walk away. You grabbed 2 complementary water bottles and gave one to Bucky. “Seen anything interesting yet?” You asked, “nothing other than Josh eye fucking you the whole interview,” Bucky responded, “got something to tell me?” He joked. “My heart only aches for you my love,” you dramatically teased. Over the course of you and Bucky hanging out, your feelings for him became more true each day, but he would never want to be with you and hence be more in the spotlight you thought, so you shoved any feelings aside.

You reached the second interview spot and walked in, “Welcome, I’m Stacy!” The lady interviewing you greeted, “Hi! So what are we doing today?” You said happily. “Well it depends if you are both willing to do a couples game” “I’m on board,” Bucky shrugged, and you agreed, as long as it wasn’t something that would get too messy. “It’s called the picture game, so in this box are a bunch of pictures, kissing, couples yoga poses, questions, etc. and you guys are going to try and complete them. Got it?” “Sounds like fun!” You responded, “let’s do this.” Bucky said optimistically. Stacy got everything in place and signaled the camera person to start recording, “hey everyone! We’re here today with Y/N L/N and Sargent Barnes, and today they will be trying the couples picture box challenge! So lets wish them luck and get started!” She left the area and stood next to the camera, giving you both a thumbs up. “Aright, let’s draw out the first one and hope that we will start off easy.” You said smiling, as Bucky drew out a picture. “Oh god,” Bucky shook his head and laughed, “oh no, what it is love?” You peeked over his shoulder at the card and read it aloud, “seductively say a pick up line to each other,” you started laughing too, “alright, I’ve got this,” Bucky said confidently, “you should call me Captain America,” you looked confused, “because I could do you all day,” you burst out laughing, combining the seductive voice with a cheesy pick up line that would get Bucky killed by Steve if he saw this interview, it was hilarious. Once you’d calmed down from laughing you spoke up, “alright my turn, let’s see if I can top it, Were you born from Smaug’s mouth? Because you came out hot.” You had used a Hobbit pick up line you saw somewhere, since you knew Bucky loved the Hobbit, and you were right, it did work, he busted out laughing. “Alright next card,” you drew out a card, “ooh, okay, we got this,” you showed the card to Bucky and the camera, “alright so we keep our hands behind our backs and our eyes shut and we have to find and kiss each other.” Stacy came and blindfolded you both, putting you in corners of the room and shouted go, signaling you to start. You were allowed to talk so you called out, “Marco?” Bucky being old and not knowing that game responded “who’s Marco?” “It’s a game Buck, I’ll teach you later, now where are you,” “oh, I’m over here, somewhere, I’m coming towards your voice,” you both were walking, “oof, ow, well I found you,” you said after bumping straight into Bucky’s chest. “Alright tilt up and I’m going to lean down so we can kiss,” you tilted up as Bucky leaned down, “ow,” it was Bucky’s turn to get hurt, he’d knocked his chin into your forehead, “here I got this,” you stood on your top toes and gave him a kiss, it landed on his nose, “close enough,” Bucky claimed, took his blindfold off and yours and then grabbed you for a real, quick peck. You guys continued with the game till the next interview.

You walked in and immediately something was wrong, the air was just….odd, and Bucky felt it too, “doll, be careful, stay near me.” You nodded and he grabbed your hand. “Hi, I’m Joseph, I’ve got questions for Y/N to answer for the interview, if she would like to take a seat here and sit you can’t wait outside. “I would prefer if he could at least stay in here please.” The interviewer shook his head, “I’m sorry but he can’t, it’s the rules of the show.” You both immediately knew he was lying, “I also have the right to refuse an interview with you, and he is allowed in, the others have let him even sit with me.” You said grumpily. The interviewer jumped up and pushed Bucky out the door, shut it and locked it. Then he went for you, Bucky was breaking down the door and Joseph grabbed you and took you out the back door. You fought against him, and eventually got loose as Bucky was chasing after you. You fought against Joseph, you had a little self defense skills you’d picked up, using those you were able to keep him off you until Bucky got there and kicked his ass. “Thanks Buck,” you panted, out of breath from fighting in heels. “You okay doll?” He said checking you for injury and pulling you into a hug. “I’m alright Buck, promise, just a few scratches.” You hugged him back. Bucky leaned down and grabbed something out of the Hydra agent’s pocket, “and here is my mission complete,” he put the flash drive into his suit pocket, “let’s enjoy the night now doll,” he grabbed your hand and led you back to the building, you both told the security of what happened, leaving out that he was Hydra. They apologized and asked if you were both alright, you assured them you were. You checked a clock and it was almost time for dinner to start so you both headed there.

AN: can’t wait for next chapter, it holds at least one surprise that you all will love! I will post that one in a day or two hopefully!

#marvel #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky fic #Bucky barnes #bucky x actress reader #actress reader fic #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky x y/n

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years ago

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Bad Decisions (Just You)

Seungcheol x Female Reader

Word Count: 5436

Contents: reader is a bratty sub but cheol is fucking whipped, oral (male receiving) while sleeping, manhandling, slight body praise, choking, pet name (babygirl), sir kink, dom svt, hair pulling, face fucking, drooling, fingering, marking, living room sex, wall, sex, bed sex (all unprotected), multiple creampies, very slight breeding kink

Note: So as if this is some pop song I’ve given it two titles cuz I couldn’t decide. Anyways okay this is so late and I am so sorry for that but a very happy belated birthday to @bootyful-seventeen !!!! You are so much fun to talk to and I know I can go to you with that weird shit and you’ll roll with it. You write fun stuff and I really love that you don’t take it too seriously, the lighthearted stories are wonderful and your soft dad!svt stuff makes my heart melt. You are genuinely such enjoyable company and I hope you know that I really love our friendship and I’m really happy to know you.

Truly, the day had been a veritable orgy of dumb decisions.

You shouldn’t have gotten so worked up when you woke up, cuddling with your boyfriend and feeling something hard pressing into your lower stomach. You shouldn’t have looked at the clock to see that Seungcheol’s alarm would go off in approximately six minutes. You shouldn’t have shimmed below the covers and found a cozy spot between his legs.

You definitely shouldn’t have pulled down his sweats and started sucking him off to wake him up.

And yet you did, despite truly, honestly, definitely knowing better you couldn’t help yourself and you did it anyway because life really is too short to deny yourself the pleasure that is your boyfriend’s cock, even if you didn’t think through the timing at all.

And so you felt a hand in your hair as you moved your lips, taking his cock into your mouth. And you heard his low, gravely, early morning groans, the first sound out of his mouth that sent arousal careening through your body and had you pressing your thighs together. You sunk into the bliss, letting your hand slip between your legs to tease yourself, mind clouded with the enticing idea of morning sex, knowing it would set your day up just right.

Until Seungcheol’s alarm started blaring in your ears and he let out a much more annoyed groan. His hand pulled off the blankets easily and you gave him the sweetest look you could, still whining as he pulled you back off of his cock and rolled out of bed.

“Aw, come on we ca-”

“No,” he warned. “You know I don’t have time.” He eyed you, regarding you suspiciously as he pulled his sweats back up. “Now I have to shower and get ready and deal with this,” he motioned to the now very obvious boner in his sweats, “before I leave.”

“You had that before I started,” you whined. “And you know I could help y-” Your words fell off as he leaned closer to you suddenly, grabbing your jaw firmly with a slow burning intensity in his gaze.

“If I let you help me, I’ll be late. So now thanks to you, I won’t be able to get the thought of fucking your mouth out of my head. You’ve already managed to ruin me for the whole day.” You tried to bite back the grin tugging at your lips but you couldn’t and Seungcheol’s grip tightened. “Don’t get smug, babygirl.”

You didn’t wipe the look from your face, watching him as he let go of you and headed for the bathroom. “What are you gonna do about it?” You giggled. Seungcheol threw you a look over his shoulder as he left the room.

Unsurprisingly, the bad decisions did not end there.

You had things to do, it wasn’t like your day was empty but you did have some free time, and most of what you needed to do was from home today. And on any other day that wouldn’t mean much more than that you would start dinner since it was easier for you to get something ready.

Today, however, it meant you were going to tease him.

Once he was on his way you got yourself out of bed, taking you time washing up and picking pretty lingerie. You grabbed a pair of leggings and searched through his closet to find one of his shirts and felt only the slightest bit unhinged at how you couldn’t stop smiling and chuckling to yourself over your plan to mess with him all day.

And mess with him you did. The morning started off with innocent selfies when you had spare moments. The first few he reacted to sweetly but as you sent further back and then mirror selfies he got frustrated. It was far too easy to wind him up and so much fun teasing him about what was hidden under his big, comfy shirt.

The more frustrated his messages became the more it egged you on. The more it made you wanna act like a brat. In between his warnings not to distract him while he was working (and your instances that he didn’t have to open the pictures in the middle of his work day) you could sense his desperation. You knew that with every minute that passed he wanted you more and more and that feeling was just far too fun and far too powerful.

That’s what you told yourself as you had slipped your leggings off that afternoon and started teasing yourself over your panties, why you pulled your shirt up and caught it between your teeth, letting out muffled little moans and whines as your fingers worked and your hips rolled and bucked and followed the sensations.

As you started recording the video you were much more ready to say you were just messing with him further and not that all of your shenanigans had backfired only slightly and had you far too needy when he wouldn’t be home for another hour or so. You had to hope that when he got home he’d be too needy and wouldn’t try to punish you by taking away sex.

Then again, any time he’d tried that he gave in after a day or two. He really couldn’t resist you.

“When are you coming home?” you whined through the fabric between your teeth. “Please, I need you so badly.” Admittedly, you were hyping it up a little more for the camera just to get to him but the thought of how he would be when he got home was all the incentive you needed.

“Please, please fuck-” You ended the video. You knew very well you were going to be in trouble for sending him a video and then not letting him see you cum, but today was a day for bad decisions and you were rolling with it now. A long moan left your lips and your back arched as you came, legs trembling and core squeezing around your measly fingers, reminding you of what you really wanted inside of you.

You felt a little dazed as you sent the video, though not nearly as fucked out as you wanted to feel. Either way you let yourself flop back on the bed, comfy and considering a nap while you waited for Seungcheol to come home. You could go start dinner though, not that you felt you would be eating when he walked in the door. Your sleepy mind thought about what you might make and if you needed to prepare anything ahead of time until your phone buzzed.

[You’re in so much trouble, babygirl]

You snickered as you read the message.

[Well you’re not here, looks like I can do what I want]

[Not for long]

[You’re such a little brat today, babygirl]

[Better hurry up and get home before I wear myself out] You couldn’t keep in your chuckles as you put down your phone, heading to the bathroom to freshen up just a bit. You could figure out food later but at the moment what you really wanted was to think about your boyfriend getting home. You took as much time as you could washing up, picking out his favourite perfume for you and fixing your lingerie and hair. You took the opportunity to turn on a sex playlist, hoping that you hadn’t added anything that would wreck the mood too much. You were preoccupied enough that you missed the soft click of the front door.

“You wanted to test me today.”

You spun around and gazed down the hall to where Seungcheol had just come through the door and was taking off his shoes. His gaze was dark and intense and it filled you with arousal as much as it did glee. As soon as they were off he was making his way towards you as you stepped out into the hallway. You bit down on your lip, trying not to smile too widely as he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you back until you hit the wall with a gasp that was quickly swallowed by his lips.

He kissed you with all the pent up passion and tension from a day of teasing, hand coming up to your throat as he pressed you into the wall with his body. You easily let his tongue past your lips, whining unabashedly against him as his free hand grabbed at your hip and he pressed one of his thighs between your legs.

Your hands couldn’t help themselves, pulling him closer by his hair at first, but it wasn’t long before they wandered. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved down his shoulders and you felt up his arms, feeling him smile into the messy kisses and urging your hips to move, grinding on his thigh subtly. Your hands moved further, slipping down his back before grabbing at his ass and drawing a light groan from him before he pulled away from the kiss, lips moving to your ear as the hand around your throat tightened.

“Do you know how much grief you caused me today?” He growled. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in babygirl?”

“Not enough,” you hummed, solely to get his hand just a little tighter and have him push you down on his thigh a little more roughly. He pressed his hips into you, rutting against you and you felt even more heat pooling between your legs, your mouth watering at the feeling of his hard length pressing into you from the movement.

“Do you feel that, babygirl?” His voice was rough and you could hear his own desperation just under the surface. “Do you feel what you do to me? Do you know how hard it was to get through the day with you acting up like that? Spending me pictures of your pretty body? Sending video?”

“H-H-” you tried to speak but the way he pressed his thigh up between your legs and rolled his hips against you drew a desperate moan from your lips instead, your hands grabbing at him and trying to pull him closer. Your legs trembled slightly as you ground your core down against his thigh, feeling the dull sparks igniting inside you and wanting more.

“You’re such a brat today,” he growled, easily adding to the arousal pooling between your legs and drawing a whimper from your lips. Your mind was quickly closing on in your goal, fueled by your need and wanting almost nothing more than for him to fuck, you brain searching for any words that would have that happening faster.

“Y-You-” You forced your words out despite your whines and hazy mind. “You sh-should punish me, sir.”

A gasp left your lungs as he pulled his thigh out from between your legs. His hand moved from your throat to your shoulder and he pushed you down roughly to your knees, his hand tangling into your hair easily. You gazed up at him with a pout and he smirked down at you as his other hand undid his belt.

“I know what you want, babygirl,” he murmured, unzipping his pants. “I know that you want me to fuck you against every piece of furniture in this apartment.”

“Please,” you whined, whimpering louder when he tugged roughly on your hair.

“You’ve been a brat. Getting off without me is one thing, but using it to taunt me while I can’t do anything? And now you think you deserve to get off again? To get just what you want?” He chuckled, shaking his head before giving you an intense gaze. “Open your mouth, babygirl.”

You kept your eyes on him, letting out a whine but doing as he said as he pushed his boxers down. You itched to look at his cock, hard in his hand as he pumped it slowly and groaned. You squirmed, letting your tongue hang out as you gave him a sweet look. Seungcheol brought his cock to your lips and you leaned forwards, earning another chuckle from his lips.

“Pretending to be eager now? Do you think that’s going to make it up to me, babygirl?”

“No, sir,” you mumbled as sweetly as you could. “I j-” you gasped again as he tugged at your hair roughly. Before any more words could make it out of your mouth he thrust his cock between your lips, letting out a groan.

“You’re too mouthy today, babygirl,” he groaned. “Let me use that pretty mouth for something more productive.”

Seungcheol held your head still as he started to fuck into your mouth. Groans fell off his lips as and his gaze grew darker and darker as his hips moved steadily into your mouth. Your hands dug into the skin of your thighs, breathing through your nose and trying not to touch yourself the way you desperately wanted to.

“God, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned. “Maybe I’ll just fuck your mouth all night, babygirl. You’ve been so bratty maybe I won’t even fuck you. I shouldn’t, you don’t deserve it.”

You let out a desperate moan around his cock. He was only saying that to get to you, he wanted it as badly as you did. But now, with his cock in your mouth and your thighs pressing together and getting no relief the only thought on your mind was to get more. You did your best to relax your throat, trying to lean forwards and take more of his cock.

Seungcheol cursed under his breath, his grip in your hair tightening as his cock breached your throat. You gagged around his length, drool dripping out from the covers of your mouth before he pulled his cock back to let you breathe.

“If you want me to fuck you properly,” his voice was growing rougher as his hips picked up their pace, fucking into your mouth faster. “Then you shouldn’t make your mouth any more enticing, babygirl.”

You moaned around him in response, keeping your gaze on him as best you could as his cock thrust into your throat again, a deeper growl leaving his lips at the feeling as you moaned around him and felt more drool coming from your mouth, getting more and more messy by the second as he started to chase his high.

“Fuck, you feel so good, babygirl,” he growled. “Your pretty mouth f-feels so good.” His hips started to snap into your mouth more quickly and you kept your jaw and throat as relaxed as you could, moaning around his cock and trying to grind or roll your hips on nothing, needing some relief desperately.

Seungcheol, let out a rough growl as he pushed into your throat and came, holding your head down on his cock as he released. His cum ran down your throat and pooled into your mouth. You gasped to catch your breath when he slowly pulled his cock away and tilted your head back, looking down at you hazily.

“God you look pretty like that, babygirl,” he groaned.

Your voice was breathy and had a desperation you could no longer hide. “I’d look better bent over the couch, right sir?”

He bit down on his lip to hold in the near growl that came from his chest but there was nothing hesitant about the way he pulled you to your feet roughly by your hair. Was your mind not already on the goal of being fucked you would be downright giddy at the way he handled you so roughly. His hands grabbed at you as you made it to your feet and he pushed you to the couch, bending you over it easily.

You bit down on your lip, gasping as he pulled at your panties, tearing them off and spreading your legs. One of his hands tangled into your now messy hair while the other dragged through your folds. You pressed your hips back into his hand and heard him chuckling, though his voice was much breathier.

“You’re just so enticing, babygirl,” he groaned, easily pushing two fingers into you as he leaned over you back. “God, even when I want to punish you I just can’t help myself. I shouldn’t be fucking you when you’ve been so bratty, but I really can’t resist your pretty pussy.” You let out small moans as you ground your hips back and he curled and thrust his fingers at a steady pace. “The way you get so desperate for me, the way you’re moaning for me,” he pressed his lips to your back, between your shoulder blades. “I know you know what you do to me.”

You lost yourself in the feeling, shamelessly rolling and grinding your hips back as much as he’d allow. His fingers moved more and more quickly, feverishly, into your cunt. His lips found the back of your neck and sucked marks into your skin, drawing shivers down your spine and moans from your lips at the feeling.

Your toes curled as he pressed a third finger inside easily. Your head fell forward as you pressed your hips back even more and moaned out for him, fingers grabbing at the fabric of the couch to steady yourself as the intense feeling in your core built stronger and stronger.

“God you’re so cute when you’re needy. You got yourself all worked today too, didn’t you babygirl?” You moaned, nodding your head and feeling your legs tremble as you clenched around his fingers at his words. Your hips kept moving, getting so close to your high as the coil in your core curled tightly.

Curses feel off your lips as Seungcheol nipped at your ear. “I really shouldn’t give you what you want,” his voice was rough as he pressed his hips against you, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for as your mind spun. Did you want to cum right now or did you want his cock first? Both ideas sounded heavenly to your very clouded, very aroused, extremely needy brain. “Please, sir, please.”

You bit down on your lip to hold in your whine as he pulled his fingers from your core. A hand found your hair and you let out a gasp as he pulled you up roughly, bringing his wet fingers to your lips.

“Open up, babygirl.”

You let your lips fall open easily, eyes fluttering closed as you tasted yourself on his fingers, suck them clean messily. Your tongue ran over his digits as he let go of your hair, dropping his hand between your legs and nearly making your knees buckle as he suddenly started rubbing fast, rough circles into your clit.

You cursed around his fingers, legs shaking as you leaned your thighs against the back of the couch, trying to stay on your feet as the pleasure coursed through you. The coil in your core curled tighter and your moans climbed higher in your voice. Seungcheol’s lips sucked roughly at the side of your neck as he rutted against your ass and low growls rumbled from his chest.

He waited until you were right on your edge to pull his hand away. A whine welled up in your throat but it didn’t make it out as his hand found the middle of your back and pushed you forward, bending you over the couch again. He pulled your thighs a little wider and you felt your eyes roll back and flutter closed as you sunk his cock into your cunt.

“H-H-” No words made it off your lips as he grabbed your hips roughly and thrust into you. Moans fell off instead, one after another as every movement of his hips sent pleasure coursing through you, your legs trembling as you teetered on your edge. His thrusts were edging on rough and quick but deep enough that they made you dizzy, his low groans and growls only adding to the arousal curling tightly in your body.

“G-God you feel so f-fucking good, babygirl,” Seungcheol’s fingers dug even more deeply into your hips. The uneven roughness in his voice only serving to turn you on that much more. “God I r-really can’t resist you. Your pretty, tight pussy. F-Fuck the way you moan for me.”

Your voice was a mix of curses and moans and whines of “please, sir, don’t stop, sir.” Your hands scrambled for purchase in the fabric of the couch, on the edges of pillows as his cock sunk into your heat over and over and you started to clench around him. The sound of his hips hitting your ass mixed with the moans and groans falling from both of you as your toes tried to curl.

“Please, s-sir, I- fuck- I’m-” The words could barely make it off your tongue.

“Cum for me babygirl, cum on my cock.”

You cried out, body shaking as you came hard. Pleasure washed over your body in tidal waves, reaching to the tips of your fingers and toes as you moaned for him. What little strength your arms had gave out and you fully fell into the couch below.

Seungcheol’s hips kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm and into sensitivity. Your legs didn’t stop trembling and your moans died to whimpers as his hips kept moving. Your face pressed into the cushion below and your arms were shaky as he let out breathy groans and growls and a few curses at the feeling. Pleasure started to build inside you again, much more easily but he didn’t bring you to your edge again, pulling out quickly.

His hand grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet and he spun you to face him. His hands found your hips and you gazed up at him, desperate and nearly drooling as he smirked at you, sweat on his brow making his hair stick to his forehead as his chest heaved and he pulled you across the room.

You gasped as he pushed you into the wall, the hot skin of your back hitting the cool drywall as his lips found yours feverishly. The way he kissed you nearly made your legs give out all on it’s own and your hands scrambled to wrap around his neck until he tugged at his shirt, pulling it off of you and ridding you of your bra as well. He made quick work of his own shirt before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and pinning them to the wall above your head. Your legs trembled as he lifted one and wrapped it around his waist as he ground his cock through your folds.

“Are you too tired, babygirl?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

“No, sir,” you whined breathlessly, giving him a sweet look and struggling to keep your eyes open as he pushed into you again, the new angle drawing a high pitched moan from your lips. He ground his hips into you, smirking as your head fell back to the wall and you tried to ground your hips down for more.

“Still needy?” He cooed.

“Please,” you let the words fall off your lips, any sense of shame long gone. “Please keep fucking me. Please I need your cock, I need your cum, I-” your words turned to moans as he thrust up into you roughly before settling on quick, shallow, movements making you tremble easily from the first thrust.

He moved his lips to your ear, voice rough and verging on a growl. “You need my cum, babygirl? Do you want me to cum deep inside you?”

“Please,” your voice was breathy and high as you curled your fingers in towards your palms and squeezed your leg around Seungcheol’s hip. You pulled weakly at his wrists but he easily held them still, hips snapping into you as low groans fell off his lips until his met yours in messy, desperate kisses.

Your legs trembled, the wall and Seungcheol’s body weight holding you up as a coil started to curl tightly in your sensitive core again. You could barely focus on the kisses, leaving messy moans against his lips as his thrusts grew a little rougher and uneven.

Seungcheol let out a moan against your lips as he released deep inside you. He ground his cock slowly into your cunt and you let out a broken whimper at the feeling of his cum filling you even more, flexing and curling your fingers out as your hips followed his movements greedily, still wanting more.

Seungcheol pulled you leg away from his hip and let go of your hands and you braced yourself against the wall. He let your leg down but was quick to push your thighs apart, dropping down and shooting you a warning look to keep your legs apart for him. You bit down on your lip as he drew his fingers up your inner thigh.

He let out a groan as you felt his cum starting to drip out of you. Your legs were shaky and weak but you did your best to hold yourself up as he brought his fingers to drag through your folds, gathering his cum before fucking it back into your sensitive core. Small whimpers slipped out and you struggled to stay on your feet as his fingers fucked you slowly, your core clenching around them, having a mind of its own.

Seungcheol chuckled as he pulled his hands away and stood in front of you. His clean hand came up around your neck, pressing down every slightly while he pressed his fingers to your lips and you took them into your mouth just the way he wanted. You gazed with heavily lidded eyes into his intense ones, subtly biting the inside of his lip as he watched you suck on his fingers.

“Do you need a little more, babygirl?” His voice was quieter but still had a roughness to it and made you needy cunt clench again as his cum dripped down your thighs. You nodded lazily, giving him a sweet expression and reaching for him to pull him closer to you.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, pressing into your body with his and kissing you roughly, squeezing your throat just a little more. You kissed him greedily, his own kisses following suit. You grabbed at him weakly and moaned against his lips as he ground his cock against you. Even though your body was tired, your legs felt like they might give out if you stood on them for much longer, you couldn’t help yourself. You were all wrapped up in him and you wanted every little bit he could give you.

Seungcheol’s hands grabbed your waist and you gasped as he pulled you away from the wall and properly into the bedroom. His movements were even more forceful as he pushed you down onto the bed and you couldn't help the lazy smile that tugged at you lips as you gazed up at him, squealing as he pulled your hips roughly to the edge of the bed and lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulders.

He leaned over you, grinding his cock through your folds and drawing a moan from your lips as his cock rubbed over your clit. “You can’t get enough of me, can you babygirl?” He teased.

“No sir,” your voice came out breathy as you gazed up at him, wanting nothing more than for him to sink his cock back into your core. “Please.”

His hand found your throat again, pressing down lightly. “I give into you too easily,” he said, gazing at you heatedly. “You’re lucky you’re so addicting babygirl. So lucky I’ll never get enough of you.” Both of you let out moans as he pushed into you, your legs trembling from the feeling alone.

“You’re so lucky I need you so badly,” he groaned as he pulled back and thrust into you roughly. “And that having you like this is one of my favourite things, o-otherwise you’d be in so much trouble for being such a needy brat all day.” His voice wavered just a bit as he gave you strong, deep thrusts between pulling out slowly, each one making you cry out in pleasure and struggle to keep looking at you.

“Fuck, watching your tits bounce every time,” his grip on your hips got tighter and his thrusts faster, picking up a steady pace even tough they stayed just as rough. “Feeling your legs shaking in my hands. The way you c-clench around me.” You took in his rough, low voice as he spoke, building back up to his next orgasm.

Your own release built too, the coil in your core curling tighter and tighter with every movement. Your fingers sunk into the soft sheets and gripped them as your head spun and moans poured off your lips. Your mind could barely find the words and make up sentences anymore, so wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you as his hips snapped into you.

“C-Cu- F-F-F- C-” The words were so hard to get out of your foggy brain but you heard Seungcheol’s breathy chuckle.

“Are you going to cum again, babygirl?”

You let out a whine, trying to find the words in your muddy, hormone addled brain. “Y-Y- Yo- c-c-c-”

Seungcheol leaned over you, his hips driving into you much faster and only his hands on your hips keeping you from being pushed up the bed with the force of his thrusts. “Do you want more of my cum, babygirl?”

“P-Pl-” you managed to nod between moans and struggling with words.

“I’ll give you j-just that, babygirl.” he growled. “You t-take my cum so well how could I resist f-filling you until you can’t take anymore. I know how b-badly you want it. G-God I could fuck you senseless like this every day, f-fucking you full of my cum until you’re carrying my child. Is that what you want, babygirl?”

You cried out, back arching off the bed as you came hard. Your eyes squeezed shut and stars burst behind your eyelids as your body shook. Pleasure crashed over you in a tidal wave, reaching every bit of your body as Seungcheol’s cock kept pounding into you.

Curses fell off his lips as your body kept shaking and whimpers started to fall off your lips. Your whole body felt sensitive and your sounds were high in your voice as your mouth hung open, gaze hazy and eyes barely open and he chased his high, fucking you hard until his hips started to stutter.

He released deep inside you with a loud, low, rough groans. You tried to catch your breath as you felt his cum filling you more and more in thick ropes, his grip on your hips holding you in place as he ground slightly into your heat.

As he started to catch his breath he pulled out of your slowly, wrapping a hand around his cock and watching as his cum started to leak out of your cunt. You felt him bring his cock back to your core and let out a whine, squirming under him as he pushed his cock back in slowly with a breathy groan.

“Fuck you just feel so good,” he said. “I can’t help myself.” He pulled back and let more cum drip out before pushing it back in slowly again. You squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering and pressing the side of your face into the bed and he pulled out, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before letting your legs down.

Despite how tired he’d gotten he went to get a washcloth. You listened to his footstep leave and come back moments later, whimpering as he brought the warm cloth between your legs. He hushed you gently, rubbing your hip soothingly as he cleaned you up, taking another cloth to wipe the sweat off your brow and you smiled slightly at how refreshed it made you feel.

As he climbed into bed with you you looked at him blearily and he gave you a soft smile. He helped you move up the bed and pulled you to lay on his chest, rubbing your back gently and pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Do you need anything to eat?” He hummed.

You shook your head, nuzzling into his chest.

“Anything to drink? Or do you want a bath?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “Just you. I just want you.”

“Perfect,” he said softly. “Because I just want you, too.”

#I AM SORRY ITS SO LATE #but also im so happy i did this #as much as i had trouble focusing #it's been ages since i wrote anything for cheol #i love him so much you guys #happy birthday sam #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #s coups imagines #s coups smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol smut

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hisoknen · 4 years ago

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warnings: dubcon, mirror sex, unprotected sex, mild degradation, malpractice lol wc: 2.9k prompt: “do as you’re told.”

a/n: thank you @joyousandverywarlike for being the best beta reader, friend and hype lady! i appreciate you endlessly

Your lower back has been killing you for weeks. When you went to the doctor, they had recommended Advil a few times daily, but it certainly wasn’t getting any better. You couldn’t sit at work properly. Getting out of bed sent pain shooting down to your legs and you couldn’t take it anymore. You finally decided to go back and beg for a physical therapist recommendation.

The clinic was very intimate and quaint. The walls are a soft beige paired with dark brown chairs and couches. You sit in the waiting room, idly scrolling through your phone after checking in.

Your eyes move up from your phone as you hear a low voice call your name. There’s a toned man with dark brown hair giving you a crooked, charming smile. He has a white button-down that snuggly wraps around his figure, paired with a dark green tie.

“Uh, that’s me-” you thickly swallow as you rise from the chair walking toward where he stood. “Right this way,” he holds the door open, letting it go as you cross the threshold.

“I am Doctor Shindou, you can call me Doctor Yo,” he speaks as he strides in front of you. You can see the muscles in his back ripple against his tight shirt. “Right in here, you can take a seat,” he motions as you step past him and find the spot. “So what brings you in today?” he settles himself in front of the desk, taking a look at the file in his hands.

“I’ve been having an ache in my back for quite some time now,” you relay to him the steps you’ve been taking with pain meds and how work has become a challenge. Taking in his unruly dark brown hair and warm chocolatey eyes.

“Where would you say it’s located?” His jaw fixes as he holds out a diagram. You can’t help but let your eyes wander to his large hands, nails trimmed, before you point at the spot.

“Did you start experiencing this after something in particular?” He places the chart onto the table. You stare up at him taking in his gaze wandering down your body before climbing up to meet your eyes. “Picking up a heavy box or falling?”

“Nothing I can really think of.” Your brow furrows as you try to rack your brain for something inn particular that could have started this all, coming up blank.

“Chin up, Y/n!” He clasps his large hands around yours holding them tight, the warmth radiating against your skin. “We’ll figure this out together!” He assures you with a vibrant smile. The initial contact startles you, but after taking in his warm gaze, you nod with a smile.

“Stand up for me, yeah?” He drops your hand, rising. Gathering your bearings, you stand. He smiles warmly, closing the distance between you. Taking a step toward you, a little too close for comfort. Shindou wraps his arms around you, pressing his fingers into the small of your back. You stumble forward, against his chest.

“Is it here?” His breath fans across your face, a hint of mint washing through you. You glance up at him with a start, the same vibrant smile from before sending a shudder through your body.

“Uh, yeah-” you can feel your cheeks heating up, eyes darting to the floor. “It’s actually just a bit lower down.” You aren’t lying. He needs to know where it is, but the close proximity and prompting for his hands to travel lower feels indecent.

You wouldn’t mind letting your own hands wander down his body. Worse things could happen. The hottest man you’ve encountered in months has his hands on you, who are you to complain?

“Here?” He asks, his hand lightly tracing down your back to the small divots at the base, thumb swirling circles against the fabric of your shirt.

“Yes-” you clear your throat as his touch lingers a second too long. Doctor Yo steps away from you, seemingly not as phased by the close proximity you shared only moments before.

“Lumbar pain is fairly common, let’s try out a few things and let me know if you feel pain or a stretch anywhere.” He shoots you a friendly smile, walking to his desk to make notes.

This couldn’t have all been in your head, right? He could have checked from the side if he wanted to, but he came at you straight on. It seemed a bit too casual for a physician to be doing. But then again, you aren’t going to be the one to complain. You think to yourself, recalling the feeling of his body close to your own.

“Y/n, you still with me?” A voice brings you back to reality, you can feel the heat creep onto your ears.

“So what I’m going to have you do is put your legs shoulders width apart and bend at the hips,” he motions with his own body. “Make sure to keep your back straight as you lean forward and go at it at a 90-degree angle.” You follow his motions, feeling a stretch in your muscles.

“Feel anything?” He asks tilting your head up. You find him in front of you. “Here I’m going to take your hands and adjust you real quick,” his fingers grasp at your wrist, lightly tugging your body forward.

“Make sure you keep the angle, angel.” You look down at the floor, the name sending chills through your body. “You’re a little off-kilter. Here one second.” Shindou drops your wrists throwing you off balance momentarily, standing up straight.

“Everything good?”

“Ah, yes, sorry I could feel the stretch. I just needed a second to catch my breath.” You assure him. Taking the opportunity to slow your heart that’s pounding too fast for a physical therapist visit.

“Alright, this time, grab onto the exam table for something to prop you up,” he smiles kindly.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you look down and adjust your feet before bending forward once more, fingers latching onto the cool plastic, feeling his gaze on your body.

“Like this, right?” You let out a breath, relaxing into the position. The stretch feels fantastic. Dr. Yo really knows what he’s talking about.

“Almost, here more like this,” you sense him moving behind you and feel him press gently against you, hands lowering onto your hips to push you down slightly.

“That’s better,” he moves slowly, sending your warmth through you. “See, if you don’t do it right, it can actually be more harmful than helpful.” His laughter makes you uneasy. There is something about it that you can’t quite place. It feels empty.

“Doctor Yo, I-” you try and straighten up.

“Do as you’re told.” The tone he’d taken at the beginning of your appointment has disappeared completely. Once light and friendly, his words are now cold and stern, fingers digging into your clothed hips.

Your mouth dries up. You can only focus on the heat radiating off of his body as he commands you, the shape of his hardening cock imprinting into you.

“Can you feel it?” You can’t tell if he’s talking about the stretch from the exercise or his growing erection pressed flush against you. He dips his fingers underneath your shirt, scaling them up to your waist, kneading your flesh.

“Lucky for you, I have a tool that is perfect for getting your muscles relaxed,” you can feel his breath fan across the back of your neck as he cranes over your body. His hands moving to your hips, thumbs pressed into your lower back. You let out a startled gasp as vibrations begin to course through his fingertips. He lets out a soft chuckle above you, massaging into the muscle.

“Feel’s good, right?” He pulls your ass to his strained cock. A soft moan floats past your lips as you feel the vibrations thrum through your tense muscles. Maybe this is all just his method of practice. Your body that were once tight and sore is starting to release tension.

“I- It does,” you nod your head, moving back against him without thought.

“These might get in the way.” He pulls away from you, releasing your hips in a swift motion. The cold air hits your naked skin the instant he drags your shorts down to your knees.

“Dr. Yo,” you try to push off of the table.

“Ah-ah,” he pushes your back, “You didn’t even wear panties to come here?” His tongue clicks in amusement

Your cheeks heated up. He shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not like you knew something like this would happen, you left in a hurry this morning to make it here on time. You could reason with everything else he had done up to this point, but this was another level.

“What do we have here,” your body jolts forward at the light touch he directs at your glistening core. You can feel his breath tickling the skin, craning your neck back to see what he’s doing. He’s crouched down, parallel to your indecent body. His eyes look over to you when he notices your body shift.

“We can’t have you making a mess in my office, Y/n.” His mouth closing in on your exposed cunt as he envelopes your lips. You let out a moan, the feeling of his tongue softly trailing up and down, sending a wave of vibrations to the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You feel his smile against your skin after letting out a string of incoherent sounds as he continues his assault. The combination of the vibrations and the swirling of his tongue take over your mind.

You hear a shuffling accompanied by the sound of a zipper as he disconnects from your core. You let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“But if you stretch in one position for too long, it’s no good,” he whispers into your ear, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you flush against his chest. Your back arches as your ass is pushed flush against his cock, a bead of precum leaking onto your back. Your head rests against his shoulder, his other hand wandering to your hips.

“How about we turn over here so we can see your form?” He shifts his body so that the both of you are now facing the mirror beside the exam table. Your heart picks up when you take in the reflection. He has his hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head back, and his other hand sneaking around your front to prod your clit.

“See, for the most part, you have it down. But I think we need to make one more adjustment to make sure the form is perfect Y/n,” the hand vanishes from its place, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of delicious contact.

“I think this will do the trick,” you can feel the tip of his cock running a lazy line up and down your soaked lips. He sends another steady wave of vibrations to his length, teasing you while you struggle to let him know what you want.

“Pl-” you try to get out, the vibrations increasing in their intensity. Your mouth hangs open, eyes closing while you focus on the sensations overcoming your body.

“Eyes open,” he commands, his hand tightening its grip around your throat, pulling you from your lustful thoughts.

In one fluid motion, he has your lips splayed open as he buries his cock in you. A gargled gasp escapes from your open mouth, walls convulsing around him as they attempt to accommodate his size. The stretch is laced with pain and pleasure.

The pronounced veins on the underside of his cock imprint their memory into your mind. Your entire body just a vessel meant to receive the pleasure he is willing to give you.

“Fuck Y/n,” Shindou lets out a strangled groan. Dragging his cock slowly out of your quivering hole, only to plunge back into it once more with haste, mouth attaching to the soft spot where your neck and shoulder meet.

“Your slutty pussy is just sucking me inside.” He ruts into you, gradually picking up his pace. Snaking his hands to your front, finger sending waves of pleasure the moment it makes contact with your bundle of nerves.

Pleasure surges through you, your mind going blank as he uses your cunt to please himself, fingers creeping past your lips. “Suck.” Hazily, you wrap your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits.

“Fuck angel, you’re really getting the hang of this,” his voice is full of enthusiasm while he continues to pump himself into you. You can feel yourself on the edge of climax, your cunt milking his cock, each stroke timed with a growl in his throat.

“Come for me, Y/n,” his fingers push down onto your clit while picking up his pace. The urgency in his rumbling voice and the pulsing of his fingers pressing into you sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as the orgasm is ripped from your body. His fingers don’t let up their pace as he slows inside of you. Your cunt threatens to push him out with the way it squeezes around him.

“Good girl,” the slick sounds of cock moving in and out of your abused hole reverberate around the room, slowly coming to a halt as he stills inside of you. His heavy breathing tickles the back of your neck.

Your knees give way under you, and he moves in tandem with you to the floor. The slick covers the insides of your thighs as you pant, recovering from the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body.

“On your knees,” he lets out in a raspy breath. “What do yo-”

“We’re not done with your exercises Y/n,” you weakly crawl forward so that your knees are pressed are on the tile, your arms trembling as you press your palms into the cold surface.

“Knees apart,” he prods your thighs spreading them for you. “They need to be line with your shoulders,” he instructs, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand, grabbing hold of your hip.

“Your eyes need to be looking straight ahead, so you keep your spine in line.” He positions behind you, bottoming out in your stretched hole. “You’re going to need to alternate between curling your back and straightening it.” You push back against him, following his instructions with a weak ‘yes.’ The authoritative tone in his voice ringing through your ears.

“Just like that. Fuck, you feel amazing.” You let out small moans as he continues his sloppy thrusts, using your body to stroke his cock. Continuing to undulate your back like he’d instructed, you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you.

“Plea-” you beg him to give you more. Your core flexing and releasing around, you begin to push back against him, forgetting all about your instructions.

“You want more, huh?” His grip on your hips is impossibly tight. Fingernails dig into your flesh. With each thrust, you can feel the vibrations strike against your cervix, tears pooling in your eyes, and clouding your vision. Pain and pleasure blend into one as he fucks into your spent body.

“You have such-” he thrusts into your tight hole, “an eager little pussy.” You can hear the sound of him pulling air through tightly clenched teeth.

“Are you that hungry for my cum?” He pulls at your thighs, using them as a lever to inch further inside of your cunt, his thick cock threatening to enter your womb.

“I’m gonna cu-” you’re cut off by the tremors in his cock intensifying. Your hands give out from under you, your cheek pressed to the floor, vision going blurry. The buildup of pressure in your stomach releasing.

He stays buried in you, wet forehead resting against your heaving back, both lost for air. Your pussy continues to milk the cum from his cock as you both let out soft noises. Gruff pants escape from his lips with each pull.

The moment he pulls out of your abused core, you can feel the cum spilling out. You lay on the floor to catch your breath. The cold tile is the only thing tying you to reality. There is no sound in the room other than the both of you gasping for air, bodies spent.

“You still have plenty of work to be done before that back of yours is back in working order.” He smiles at you before walking to the mirror to readjust his tie. He walks over to the desk and opens the cupboard, pulling a towel from it and tossing it your way.

“Clean yourself up, you’ll need to schedule a follow-up appointment on the way out. Make sure you look… somewhat presentable,” he nods to your disheveled figure. Is he just going to fuck you and leave? Move onto his next patient while you lie in the other room, cum spilling out of your sore cunt?

“I’ll be seeing you here again next week.” You look up, startled to find him zipping his pants, threading the belt back through the loops. You hadn’t even noticed him standing, let alone dressing once again.

“I’m excited to continue working with you, Y/n! You’ll be feeling as good as new soon enough.” The same buoyant smile crosses his lips, a glint of satisfaction shining in his eyes as he closes the door.

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ehbunnehsblog · 3 years ago

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So a while back I talked about some Bratz Rock Angelz rereleases we saw and these rereleases we thought were just prototypes and we thought things could get better but uhhh yeah I will be talking about all that today and just giving my opinion. I am also going to be adding photos so with all that said, let's get into it!

1. Yasmin

The one on the left is the new one and the one on the right is the first edition. So anyways Yasmin isn't the worst looking one, I think they made her look the best and as close as they could to the original release.

The lips are a bit different and I think they are a different shade of pink. Her eyebrows are also darker. I don't think she is the best but I like how she is a bit closer to her original doll.

The hair is okay, I personally prefer the shorter hair. Also she kind of looks like she could fit in with the 2015 dolls for some reason but if I were to buy any of the newer dolls she would be the one I would buy.

2. Sasha

Huge difference. The hair looks like a similar length and I have no clue if its because of the lighting but the rerelease looks like she has darker hair which I don't really like.

Her eyes look different and barely resembles the original. Her hair looks a lot shinier but it also looks like they slapped on a cheap wig. I think she also has a darker complexion which isn't too bad, different but I think it works but I will leave the rest of that conversation to the Bratz fans who are black, what are your thoughts on the skin complexion? Do you like it or are you a fan of the original?

If you saw my last post that included the Rock Angelz Sasha you will know that this Sasha from these promotional photos that she doesn't look very different in the face. This doll isn't the worst but for a rerelease I would think they would try and stay close to the original dolls.

3. Jade

She also looks close to the original in the face but I am not the biggest fan of her. The original Jade is absolutely iconic, she has these chunky black and white highlights that looks so soft and the rerelease just takes all of that away.

Her skin complexion in the new one is also a bit darker I personally think her original skin complexion makes her stand out especially with her hair and clothes. Her new hair is also a bit longer which isn't the worst but the hair looks like it isn't as soft. I personally think her original doll looks ten times better but I do like that they did try and stay true to the original doll.

4. Roxxi

Hello Ms. Fish how are you today? Her... She was done so dirty. Her hair was better shorter, she looks like she is wearing a wig from the site wish and her punk rock vibes are totally gone. She looks like an amature radio Disney pop star, not a Bratz Rock Angelz doll. Her new top isn't too bad like I wouldn't have been able to notice but yeah this doll looks cheap and the hair must be a complete different fabric. This ain't it... also if you remember my other post you will notice that her face also doesn't look any different.

5. Cloe

This one is the one that disappoints me the most. Cloe is my favorite in this line and they botched this poor girl, someone on the MGA team must hate Cloe or something because this is the second time they botched her.

She looks so aged down! The original looks so fierce, gorgeous, look like teens and an absolute rockstar and this new one looks like a young girl going to her first Hannah Montana concert (no hate to Hannah Montana lol)

They totally aged her down. Heres the thing, I don't hate the face screening! Like if it were on a doll that was more cutesy I would totally dig it but this is on a Rock Angelz doll.

And her hair looks like they just glued on a cheap wig. And again the hair didn't really have to be long. I have no hate for the long hair but it looked fine already.

She looks like a dollastore doll.

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Also i know that these dolls might be crazy good quality but because they look so different that's why they look cheap. We were expecting the originals and MGA was hyping it up and teasing us and than this happened.

Now yes with what's still going on the world recently (the virus) companies might not be able to make the best of the best and yes MGA does use the sticker method and that's also why they could look different but these still look bad. When the 1st edition rerelease came out we were still dealing with the virus just like we are now and we got dolls that were pretty good quality minus Cloe that had frog faces but the dolls were nice and again we are still dealing with the virus but I don't understand how they couldn't make the quality somewhat similar.

Also certain dolls will probably look better than others so if you want to buy one I suggest going to stores if possible but yeah that is my review/rant or whatever this is lol!

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I am going to sit this one out sadly but hopefully the next doll(s) will look more appealing to me. Also I understand that people will say that I am being dramatic or that the doll community is dramatic but please remember that this is just my personal opinion. If anyone wants to buy these dolls you are completely free to do so but in my opinion they are not my standard and what I was hoping for but yeah with that said, what do you think of these dolls? Are you still going to buy them? What one is your favorite/least favorite? Have any good Rock Angelz memories? Tell me down below! And don't forget to like and repost!

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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Tokyo Summers (Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader)

Word Count: 2,612

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, semi public, bad language, oral (female receiving (NICE RECEIVE)), my shit writing, Kuroo being too much

Summary: You and Kuroo decide to hang out at your house, the middle of the summer isn’t an ideal time for your air conditioner to go out, but Kuroo somehow makes the heat more bearable for the two of you.

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WOW. I don’t know why I decided to write this ??? I just got an idea in my head and I didn’t have anyone in mind when I thought about writing it, but Kuroo is legit the cheekiest person so I thought he would be a good fit. Plus everyone needs a little more Kuroo smut in their life am I right???👀👀👀 anyway I hope you guys like it! It’s literally 2AM right now and I thought that I would publish it now because I was in my zone when I was writing this lmao. I’m so exhausted and I hope my sleep deprived ass actually wrote something good and I’m not just hyping myself up because I’m tired lol. Let me know what you guys think:)

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“Stop sighing.” Kuroo grumbled annoyingly, pulling the collar of his shirt away from his neck, attempting to cool himself off further.

You rolled your eyes at him, brushing back your sweat dampened hair from your face. “Can you not sit so close to me? It’s way too hot for that.”

He looked at you incredulously. “I’m not even sitting near you!”

He wasn’t lying, there was so much room between the two of you as you sat on the back porch.

The rotating fan did nothing to quell the heat.

You guys were sprawled out, hoping for some kind of breeze to waft through and take mercy on your sweat slickened skin.

It never came.

Tokyo was incredibly hot in the middle of summer.

It was just your luck too, the air conditioner in your house was broken, due to be fixed tomorrow. Which did nothing for you today.

“Just go home Kuroo.” You sighed, rolling your neck as your eyes fluttered shut. You were laying down, your right elbow propping you up while your other hand was rubbing at your neck. Your right leg propped up only slightly while the left dangled over the porch ledge.

You had opted for a pair of cotton shorts and a thin tank top, the straps drooping down your shoulders slightly.

“Your dad isn’t even home yet. I’m not leaving you home alone, there are perverts out.” Kuroo said lazily, laying down now. His head was pointed towards you, meaning that he had the perfect view of your beautiful legs.

If it wasn’t so hot out, he would’ve commented on your attire, the thin camisole and short shorts were undeniably enticing.

But the heat created a thick fog in his mind, his movements felt heavy, and quite honestly all he could think about was getting out of this heat.

You laughed through your nose at his statement, pushing more hair back from your sweaty forehead. The bun your hair was in was slowly unraveling, strands of hair coiling around your neck and face, sticking because of the sweat.

“I think the only pervert here is you. Like what you see, Tetsu?” you teased looking down at him.

A wide grin stretched across his face. “I think I would like the view better from between your legs.” he said slyly.

You could feel your face burn at his words, although you could simply blame it on this heat.

“Ha ha. You’re so funny.” you rolled your eyes, reaching for the glass of ice water beside you.

Kuroo watched as you gulped down your drink. Your throat flexed as you greedily drank the cool liquid, droplets of water escaping your mouth and traveling down your throat and then pooling into the front of your tank top, the light fabric darkening.

Kuroo felt his mouth go dry. His fingers twitching at the urge to grab your leg and pull you close to him.

“Are you thirsty?” you asked, glancing down at him when you noticed his stare.

“Yes.” he said, hoping that you read his mind and decided that your new seat would be his face.

“Okay hold on.” you grabbed his empty cup and got up, giving him the perfect view of your ass, your cheeks peeking out of your shorts only slightly as you walked away into the kitchen.

He rubbed at his face, wiping off the sweat and trying to wipe away the dirty thoughts that began circulating in his mind.

A familiar sound of music drifted in the air, causing the tall captain to perk up before heading towards the gate that separated the backyard from the front yard.

When you got back with Kuroo’s drink he was nowhere to be found, figuring that he had gone to the bathroom, you plopped back down on your spot in the same position.

A few minutes went by before the tall bedhead returned through the gate, in both hands he carried a popsicle.

You perked up at the sight, a wide smile coating your lips as you reached out a hand, making a grabby motion.

He rolled his eyes at your childish behavior. Holding it out of your reach. “What do you say?”

“Kuroo.” you groaned, pouting. “It’s too hot for this, they’re going to melt!”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you, still not moving.

“Fine.” You pouted, sitting up on your knees and resting your hand against your upper thighs. “Please can I have a popsicle Tetsu?” you asked, your voice just as sugary as the treat he was keeping from you.

Kuroo had the perfect view of your cleavage now as he peered down at you, a bead of sweat trickling between the valley of your breasts.

He gave you the popsicle without another word, dropping it into your lap and taking a seat next to you.

You cheered as you began opening up the package, the popsicle was bright red and already melting but you didn’t care. Your tongue was already darting out and gliding against the cold, sugary treat.

You hummed happily at the raspberry flavor, your lips parting softly as you took the top of the popsicle into your mouth, sucking softly as you swallowed the melting treat.

Kuroo could have cum in his pants then and there. His eyes never left you once you got the popsicle open.

He watched your lips part, your tongue gliding against the skin of your fingers, lapping at the syrupy mess that got on your hands. Your lips were tinted red along with your tongue. He couldn’t help but imagine you doing that to something else.

He could feel his member beginning to grow as he continued to stare at you. Not even realizing his own popsicle was now dripping down his own hand.

“You’re making a mess Tetsu.” you said finally taking notice of him. You reached for his hand holding the popsicle, carefully wrapping your lips around it and sucking gently, hoping to get all of the liquid.

He jumped at your touch, and that was something you noticed immediately. The way he looked at you… your lower stomach tightened up pleasantly. You decided to test your boundaries. You removed your lips from the popsicle, carefully gliding your tongue along the length of the frozen syrup until you got to the wooden stick that he was gripping onto tightly. Your tongue darted out against his fingers, tasting the sugary substance and the salt of his skin.

You looked up at him through your lashes, his pupils were blown as he stared down at you in shock and lust.

Unconsciously your thighs rubbed together. A familiar burn spreading through your body, a different kind of heat than the one that the weather was giving.

“What are you doing?” He asked lowly, his eyes watching you carefully.

“I’m helping you clean your mess Kuroo, that’s all.” You said innocently, sitting back on your feet, you raised your own popsicle to your lips now, only for the syrupy substance to land on your chest.

Kuroo’s eyes zeroed in on the sugary bead that was traveling down towards the valley of your breasts. Without much thought he reached for your wrist, yanking you forward to him and pressing his lips against your chest.

A surprised noise escaped your lips at the movement, and then the softest moan followed as you felt his cold tongue run against your heated flesh.

He lapped at your overheated skin, licking up the spill that had just happened. His ridiculous hair brushed softly at your face and you couldn’t help but to arch your head up, urging him to continue.

Your throat was entirely exposed now, his hot lips trailing up along your throat, your jaw, until they were resting at the shell of your ear.

“You’re making a mess sweetheart.” he breathed out before nipping at your earlobe and then moving back down your throat, his tongue flicking out every now and then to taste your skin.

You could barely register what he was saying until you realized your popsicle had all but melted down your arm and onto your thighs.

A noise of complaint escaped your mouth, you were making an actual mess this time. Your skin was already sticky with sweat, and now you had syrup all over you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you clean up.” he murmured, pulling back to give you a smirk, he placed his own popsicle back into the wrapper before reaching for your arm. He took the wooden stick out of your grasp and threw it behind him, his lips wrapping around your own digits now.

A whimper escaped your lips, your thighs clenching together tightly for some kind of friction as you watched your fingers disappear into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as they glided against your skin, dragging between the webs of your fingers and down your forearm.

“Lay down.” he commanded, gently pushing at your shoulders, your body felt like putty now, you slid to the floor easily, your elbows propping you up so you could watch Kuroo sink down between your legs.

He grinned wickedly at you as he caught your eye and then lowered his mouth on your thigh, dragging his tongue against the red syrup. Kuroo began sucking and biting at the skin of your thigh, long after the syrup was gone now, leaving behind a sticky mess.

He trailed his lips towards your inner thigh, his eyes catching a glimpse of your exposed core.

Fuck. you weren’t wearing panties.

Kuroo didn’t think he could get any harder than he was, the porch floor pressing into his member was entirely uncomfortable as he all but laid between your legs. But damn it all, he had to taste you for a little bit.

“I think you made a mess here too.” he murmured, long fingers pushing your shorts to the side, exposing your weeping cunt to his eyes.

“Tetsu don’t -” his tongue pressed to the bottom of your slit, flattening against you and sliding all the way up to your clit before he engulfed it into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against you hard and fast.

Your hand flew up to your mouth, covering the loud moan that wanted to escape your lips, your other hand automatically flying into his hair.

His mouth was like a furnace, hot and smoldering as he mercilessly devoured you.

Your legs trembled against the sides of his face, the hand that was meant to push him away tangled tighter in his hair and pulled him closer as your hips bucked up, aching for more.

“Let me hear you.” he growled out against your thigh, biting harshly at the thick flesh before diving back into your folds, sucking greedily at them.

“I-I have neighbors Tetsuro.” You whimpered out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Hmm.” he hummed softly against you, pulling back carefully to stare at you. “Should I stop then?”

“N-No! Please don’t stop.” you begged staring up at him through half-lidded eyes. Your body was trembling now, aching for release.

“Then be quiet sweetheart.” he smirked, returning back to his work.

Kuroo wanted to make you fall apart completely, wanted you to unravel beneath him until there was nothing left.

He did.

You came hard, body trembling violently, legs shaking as you gushed warmth around his tongue. A deep moan vibrated against your folds as he tasted you, leaving you completely spent and exhausted.

Until he stood up, your slick glistening along his lips and chin as he grinned down at you. “You can’t be tired yet, Y/n. I’m not even done.”

The tent in his shorts caused another spark of arousal to shoot through you, and it increased even more as he pulled down his shorts and boxers slightly, enough to release his weeping cock.

Fuck you wanted it in your mouth.

“Can you give me one more sweetheart?” he cooed, lining himself up with your entrance, pushing your shorts further away from your drenched cunt. He dragged his head against your folds, coating himself in your slick.

You nodded wordlessly, and then he pushed himself into you. Your lips parted into a silent O as he stretched out your walls completely.

“Fuck.” he hissed, completely sheathing himself inside of you. You were incredibly full, the stretch stung pleasantly, and you clenched around him experimentally.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and pulling them onto his upper thighs, your legs resting on his outer hips while your upper body remained on the ground. But this angle caused Kuroo to reach a devastating depth inside of you, causing you to whimper loudly.

He leaned forward, his large hand sliding behind your head and tangling into the damp hairs at the base of your neck, and then he began rocking his hips. Pushing into your slick cunt with ease, grunting softly at the wet tightness.

“You feel so good sweetheart.” he groaned, leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you tasted of raspberries. Your lips were sticky and red, incredibly sweet.

“Tetsu.” you whimpered, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, clinging to his dark shirt.

He set an easy pace, not slow and not fast. But enough to leave you breathless and trembling as he continued hitting that same spot over and over again.

You came hard, without any warning.

Kuroo slammed his lips against yours, muffling the loud scream that was about to burst from your lips. Your walls were still fluttering around him, your slick leaking out and spilling below.

“You’re so tight.” he gritted out; his breathing haggard. “So fucking wet. Is this all for me?” his other hand wrapped around your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“Yes.” you sobbed out, the drag of his cock against your walls was overstimulating, another orgasm building up.

“One more. Give me one more.” He breathed, “Come on, you can do it.”

The coil in your stomach began to tighten as his speed increased, his cock hammering into your spent cunt. “Cum for me.” He breathed, his mouth fitting against yours once more.

So you did. Your cunt seized up tightly around his member, squeezing and pulling him in deeper as you came, Kuroo immediately following suit. His hips snapping forward once more as he emptied himself inside of you, warmth spreading into your being.

He sighed, collapsing on top of you, being careful to not put his entire weight on you. Kuroo cooed gentle praises into your skin, softly pressing kisses against your face and throat. He smoothed the drenched hair away from your face, and very carefully pulled his softening member out of you.

A soft whimper escaped your lips at the emptiness, causing him to hush you gently. He pulled away from you, admiring your spent body, his eyes flickered towards your fluttering cunt, his seed beginning to leak out of you. Carefully, he pressed his fingers at your entrance, gently pushing his cum back inside before adjusting your shorts accordingly, and then tucking himself back into his pants.

You guys were silent for a moment, catching your breath before he stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Let’s go shower. You’re a mess.”

You frowned at his words, taking his hand, and letting him haul you up easily, ignoring the smirk on his face as you stumbled about, your legs felt like jelly.

“It’s your fault anyway.” You grumbled.

He rolled his eyes at your statement, pressing his lips to the top of your head softly as he guided you into the house.

Sometimes the Tokyo heat wasn’t all that bad.

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myclownjunction · 3 years ago

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A loyal guard dog! Karl Heisenberg x Reader Part 1

It’s a Reader x Karl Heisenberg fanfic will be long, the reader can turn unto weredog (half-werewolf half-dog, also possesses healing abilities) Reader was a dog-like trained human since her childhood she was kidnapped and forced into death-fights with other scum. As the story goes her ex-boss was killed by Heisenberg and she automatically took his side and became his right-hand in the factory. (Inspired by the movie Unleashed aka Danny the dog)

WARNING!! GRAPHIC, SCENES, GORE, BLOOD...YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

'These kids were getting on my nerves' y/n sighed as she took turns and twists fast knowing just like her owner the factory-like her five fingers on her arm, as there were trespassers her job was like any guard dog's job, catch, bite, fight and kill protecting the factory when your master was not around, the collar on your neck, (insert favorite color) was wrapped around your neck together with a dog tag that said whom you belonged to. The reason for the chase was few teens that decided to be brave to take something from the factory to show off in front of their friends had no idea that you were the guard dog of this place as they mocked you for being a girl you called for the Soldats to join you then they started to run and hide. But as always in any good horror movies, each of them was dumber than the other, 'What fear makes with people, right?' you thought, outrunning some Soldats to help them get them dead, you were in the 'Scavenger room' that's how you called it, it was littered with any metal junk you could think of I've been trained by my ex-master that got killed by Karl Heisenberg and he got excited to have someone as obedient as me and I was happy to change the shitbag of the owner I had! Walking as quiet as possible not to startle my prey I walked around a few steps and stopped sniffing the air I felt the sickening strong smell of a female perfume-making me smile as I started talking just like my owner taught me, "You know I fully understand you kid, you wanted to hype on being in constant danger, take a trophy and show off in front of your friends". I smiled and then dropped my smile continuing "You see your friends don't care to come and see you, to save you, they all left!" as I finished my sentence I heard the shuffling looking straight where the noise originated "It's not true, it's just ...t-they would leave me!" I chuckled at her stuttering she was terrified, "Come on kid, you know that it's true...I mean everyone gains some and loses some, let me get this deal for you! You come out and we talk normally and then my master shall decide your faith! It's fairer than to hurt yourself..." I paused licking my sharp fangs and smiled tasting my victory "...you wouldn't want it, right? You seem like a nice kid so how about you come out and we talk!?" I heard silence for few moments then a rather cute girl came out as I smiled and showed her to come closer walking behind her I took the metal chair that was sitting nearby and guided towards her telling her "Come on now take a seat, it's going to be a long talk!" and turned a bit around as she stood there with her nose higher than Lady Dimitrescu's size 'Ohh so we're going to be bitchy, I know perfectly how to be one too!' I said to myself as I turned around my eyes glowing yellow "I said SIT!" pushing her to the chair as she fell onto it holding for her dear life as I proceeded to smile as soft as possible not scaring her with my fangs. "You see kiddo, there are different types of dogs, right?" I looked at her and she nodded for me to continue as she almost becomes one with the poor stool

"So as a guard dog, my responsibilities go from protecting my owner to protect his property, right?... Right! A good dog is a dog that follows its master's rules and then you drop in like a shittone of scarp on my head, causing havoc in the factory that I...PROTECT!" she gulped audibly and then fired up a question that I knew will drop from her mouth. "You don't look like a dog to me and these things what are they?" she practically screeched making me flinch and let out a growl as she was scared and it made me madder, I jumped and snarled in front of her face showing my fangs to her making her flinch and start crying as I continued "I.AM.A.DOG!!" breathing heavily I was just like Heisenberg, blowing the fuse for the least stupid thing or worse stupid person "I am modified to be a dog I was taken away as a kid and I am LOYAL to my master!" she whined and looked away from my face, continuing I said "I didn't ask for this but here we are! You dropping on my head the soldats running around like moronic idiots and your friends...And I badly want to end you up but I cannot without my master's permission." She was trembling as I felt a shift in the air Heisenberg was home I was absolutely happy and delighted that he's finally back "What the actual hell did happen here Y/N? It looks like a frikin hurricane went through here and...?" he walked closer and seeing me as I bowed my head as a sign of respect and he turned the nod his smile growing up even more as he removed his hammer and slammed it into the closest wall "Well, well, well what do we have here, my loyal dog has caught a trespassing rascal!" he smiled his charming smile looking at the girl up and down, he tilted his head "Was she the only one that caused the havoc in my factory?!" I nodded my head and said, "They were greeted warmly Sir, and also taken care of!" I heard him chuckle "So doll I'm gonna let you go and of course there's one but in this! So you like games...I presume, yes!" he looked at me and winked I knew what he had in his mind a chase that never ended well for the pray I smiled and nodded "It's a simple game you'll try to find the exit as I count from 10 and if you outrun my Good girl, you'll be free and run away far away, far away!" as he walked towards the girl that had the face that you need to see, it was disgust, revoltingly consumed by fear. I stood on end tasting the chase I could transform thankfully to Karl, he helped me with the modification making me even more agile, faster and all the senses sharpened by 10, maybe even I was more weredog, but it didn't matter I was waiting for the command! Then I heard her standing "You're crazy, both of you!! You are two twisted creatures that don't have a heart...you want to kill me...maybe I look dumb but I'm not I know you killed my friends! You're disgusting...BOTH of you!!!" she screeched making Heisenberg not happy at all the silence was so thick you could slice it with a knife, she stood terrified and she understood her gravely mistake as Heisenberg summoned his hammer and his smile dropped "Let's see what are you made of doll!" he raised his hammer and slammed right in front her feet making her scream and run away "10,9.." I started shifting turning and ready to run after her, baring my teeth I waited for his sign, "8,7 you better run faster doll my sweet y/n is fast enough to get cha!" as we heard her heading to the lowest levels 'What a stupid idiotic, person' I thought as Heisenberg continued "6,5,4...3" I was ready to spring forward as he smiled victoriously "2 I'm sorry kiddo but 1, it's SHOW TIME! Now let me get this straight girlie, we're not the only residents in this factory so if you see someone or rather somethig...You better run!" he laughed I knew that he was talking to her though the com of the radio. He turned to me holding my muzzle and smiled "Let's do it kid I want you to give her a good chase just like with the others and let her regret bringing her excuse of an ass in here, make me a proud puppy and you'll get big reward today" he winked as he scratched my ears "FETCH!". I bolted from my place picking up the smell immediately as I raced through the factory I picked up the smell and started removing pieces from the metal furniture that was in my way I felt it then...it was a trap! The heavy metal of the crane fell on top of me earning a yelp and whine as it trapped me under its weight I heard a maniacal laugh "You're but an excuse of a dog, your master shall die and pay for everything as for how am I going to do this it doesn't matter I hope you die stupid disgusting mutt!" she walked away as I tried to crawl from underneath the metal part I felt it lift and give me way out as I crawled I felt my bones and joints snapping back in place I was healing that was one of my many bonuses. I leat out the most terrific roar shaking the factory the come came to live "Come on sugar, daddy believes in you tear that bitch apart!" I howled and raced through the fabric searching for her and I saw her almost getting out of the building I made a shortcut and jumped in front of her snarling and baring my teeth as a warning sign but she screeched "You damned mutt, how did you survive the trap, nothing this will end you!" she took out a gun making me even madder and aimed it at me "Die you disgusting creature!" there was a whine and a roar I snapped my jaws around her neck tearing it to sherds,splattering blood everwhere, the last thing I remebered the gurling sounds and thum and them Heisenbergs' screaming my name as the adrenaline pumped through me I didn't felt how many bullets I got from this cunt but everything I remember is thudding of my heart, Heisenbergs’ pleads and curses to stay alive and then I was wrapped into darkness, feeling only how someone pickd me up and carriedn me somewhere... To Be continued...

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katsukisbimbo · 4 years ago

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DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

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feliix · 4 years ago

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Icing ✦ JJK (18+)

✦ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ✦ Word count: 2.5k ✦ Rating: M

✦ Genre: smut, fluff, crack (if you think I’m funny)

✦ Summary: Baking with your boyfriend sounds like a good idea until he makes a mess and then gets a boner. You know where it goes from there.

✦ Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, pussy slapping, spanking, cum play, unprotected sex, established relationship

✦ Requested by @luxekook: “TAKE TWO: KOOK + COCKTAIL W/ SOME HOT CHOCOLATE BC HE FLUFFY AF” & This Anon: “I had an idea! Jk and reader are attempting to bake. Including a flour fight, playful arguing, and batter tasting and it’s really cutesy 🥺 but could turn 👀”

✦ A/N: I got a little carried away and this may no longer be a drabble anymore oopsies! I am still accepting drabble requests based on these guidelines!! Thank you to @jintobean and @bangtiddies for giving me the hype to post this because I needed it, ily both ♥︎ (also this is not fully edited so sorry)

✦ Written for the Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland and BHQ

“Jungkook stop you’re making a mess!”

A cloud of flour coats the air as Jungkook attempts to send a cup through the sifter. His sifting motion is a little too intense, the powder ending up all over your kitchen counter instead of in the bowl like the recipe called for.

“This is why I don’t bake,” he laughs, placing his hand down on the counter top to coat it with the white powder. By the devilish look in his eye you knew exactly what was coming next.

“Jungkook please don’t,” you say calmly as your arms raise in surrender, trying all methods to call a truce. Taking a few steps backward, you do your best to get away from the flour-handed boy, but to your demise your back meets the cold metal of the refrigerator. Jungkook approaches closer, hands stretched outwards as you turn your head, attempting to shield yourself. Before he gets too close you take a deep breath, holding your inhale as your eyes slam shut – like that would even prevent you from the disaster that was on the verge of occurring.

All the muscles in your body tighten as you felt his presence directly in front of you, his breath beating down the side of your neck. When nothing happens you slowly release your pent up breath, cracking your eyes open to see what Jungkook was actually up to.

Finally relaxing your thoughts, you see him standing straight in front of you, hands by his sides and eyes staring down at your smaller figure. A furrowed brow forms on your face as you begin opening your mouth, ready to question his intentions. Much to your dismay, Jungkook had other plans.

With the excessive amount of flour coating his hands, Jungkook brings them up level with your face. Time slows as you watch his hands move closer and closer to each other. Preparing yourself for the worst, you suck in as much precious air as you can. And then it hits you.

A while cloud of flour floats through the air, coating your face, clothing, and the insides of your mouth. The devilish smirk on his face returned before he was turning around, sprinting in the opposite direction of the house knowing he was about to get it.

“You’re such a dick!” You yell, chasing after him through the living room and to the bedroom where he had run into. Legs no match for Jungkook’s quick movements, he scoots past you and darts into the connected bathroom, slamming the door behind him and hiding from you like a little kid. “Open the door!” Your warning holds no value, not exactly sure what you’re going to do once you actually face him; but you sure are amped up enough to try and beat his ass. Although, you knew damn well how that would end.

“I don’t think so,” he taunts back, out of breath and wheezing from how many obstacles he encountered on his way to the bathroom to escape your wrath. A grin was spread wide across his face as he listened to you huff and puff on the other side of the door. There was nothing better than pissing you off – you were really cute when you were mad.

“Jungkook! I swear to god open this door right now!” You nearly yell, pounding your fist on the door in hopes it would finally make him open up. Shuffling ensues behind the door and you can hear him getting ready to face you, slightly worried at the extent of your wrath.

As the door swings open he meets his flour faced girlfriend, covered from head to toe in white powder. He can’t help but burst out laughing at your appearance, standing cross armed in the doorway as you look at him with a solemn expression. It was adorable.

“It's not funny! I’m a mess and the kitchen’s a disaster,” you try to remain serious, but it's too hard to hold back from joining in on this gigglefest. You clutch your stomach as laughter racks your body, hindering your ability to stand up straight.

After the laughter finally subsides Jungkook sits you down on the side of the tub, wetting a washcloth to use to wipe the flour residue off your face. Cheeks sore and stomach aching from all the giggles, Jungkook’s sweet gestures were the icing on the unfinished cake. The way his eyes were so concentrated on making sure each dot of flour was carefully removed kept you in awe. How could someone be such a brat 5 minutes ago now handle you with such care? He was really a keeper.

“There,” he says as he places the damped rag down on the side of the tub, standing back up and extending a hand out to you. Standing up in front of him he gives you a bunny-like smile, admiring your newly clean features, “Beautiful.” Blushing at his comment, you pick your head up to meet his eyes, only to be stopped dead in your tracks mid-way.

“Why are you hard? I'm literally covered in flour,” you question, reaching out in front of you to grab at your boyfriends dick teasingly. Jungkook flinches mildly in response, jumping back a little bit to escape your touch. Things between you and Jungkook were pretty open, neither of you were ever shy about calling each other out for being horny fucks, and neither of you were embarrassed about it either.

“I’m always hard when I’m around you,” he smirks devilishly as he wiggles his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

“You’re gross!” You roll your eyes, standing up to swat at him as he crosses his arms in defense. You both knew where things were headed from here. It didn't need to be some grand gesture or passionate kiss to turn either of you on, just a random boner and a little bit of excitement and you were good to go.

“So… are we gonna have sex now or what?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body into his. A joking scoff leaves your throat as you lean into him, your ear meeting his chest as he kisses the top of your head sweetly.

With a crook of your head you were turning on your heels to face the door, walking into your bedroom with ease. Jungkook follows behind you as you take your spot on the bed, sitting by the edge as he leans over you.

His hand grazes your thigh as you sit on the bed, him gently pushing you back into a lying position while his body moves over yours. His chocolate eyes focus on each of your features as he hovers over you, amazed by your beauty and wondering how he got so lucky. Placed under him you waited for him to make a move, so badly wanting to just wrap your hand around the back of his neck and push his lips to yours.

Time seemed to tick by slower and slower as his lips finally began approaching yours; your eyes staring down as his lips as his tongue ran over them gently. When his mouth finally meets yours all is good in the world. Electricity flows through your body each time he kisses you, the spark between you never dying. His soft lips caressed your own so gently, taking his time to make each movement count. Each light exhale from his nose warming your cheek and sending goosebumps to litter your skin.

He deepens the kiss as his hand wraps around the backside of your neck. His thumb moves in small motions along your ear as he holds your head delicately in his hand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to notice your eyes were begging him for more. The small movements and shifts in his body language could tell you that he was lusting for more too.

In a swift movement Jungkook breaks the kiss, leaving your chest heaving from your desire-filled kiss. The demeanor in Jungkook’s eyes quickly shifts. What once was lust filled and dark transforms to something more fiery, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling upwards as he leans in towards your ear. “I’m gonna ice you like that cake we were supposed to make.”

Jaw dropping at his unusual choice of dirty talk, you lick your lips trying to come up with an equally playful response. He withdraws his head back to look at the dazed expression on your face, “Will you just shut up and put your dick in me already?”

“Can do,” He says as his fingers hook on the sides of your shorts and into your underwear, immediately ripping them down your legs with one swift motion. He grins to himself at your exposed lower half placed perfectly beneath him. His eyes wander your body in admiration, the cockiest look plastered across his face.

Standing up, he grabs the collar of his shirt before he rips the fabric over his head and wiggles out of his dark jeans, kicking them off to the side. While he’s busy undressing himself you take it into your own hands to rid yourself of your own sweatshirt. You lift the fabric over your head and carelessly throw the garment off the bed.

“No bra today?” His eyebrows raise in your direction, his dick being swept up with a firm hand, “Sweet.”

“Can you stop acting like a horny 16 year old boy for like 20 minutes,” you sigh, secretly amused with this fuck boy persona he likes to sport. He does look unbelievably hot with that smug look on his face though…

“I’ll act like a horny 23 year old, just for you,” he smirks to himself at the banter, walking back over to you as he pumps his cock in his hand a few times. Can’t help but rolling your eyes at him again, you let out a mockingly annoyed sigh.. As annoyed as you wanted to be, his little act was too cute for you to hold back small giggles from escaping your tightly sealed lips.

Reaching out in front of you, you grab onto his wrists, pulling him in closer. Jungkook’s hand remains wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly to full erection as he gazes down at you, “Spread ‘em.”

You follow his orders, placing a hand on each knee and opening your legs to display your damp cunt to him. With his free hand he reaches down, dragging his middle and index finger along your slit; your eyes following the slow motion of his hand. Once he reaches the end he finishes with a playful slap to your clit. Wincing in reaction, you look up at him with needy eyes – you wanted more.

His hands grab a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest placed to the mattress, legs dangling off the bed. A hand is brought up to Jungkook’s mouth, coating his digits with a layer of saliva before bringing it back down to your pussy. His fingers trace your entrance as arousal begins to spill from your hole. Your arousal is collected by his fingertips, using it as lubricant to circle around your clit before dipping a finger into your cunt.

Your ass automatically moves back into his hand, begging him to give you more. Jungkook takes your hint as his fingers slip past your entrance to caress your walls. Tightening around his digits, you feel a fire begin to burn in your belly as his fingers pump in and out of you. It was so soon and too sudden, and Jungkook had every intention of holding you off until he could be inside you.

Walls clench around nothing as he withdrawals his fingers from your cunt, leaving you whining in response. His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, pushing into you ruggedly as your body tenses up. He gives you a second to relax as your body adjusts to his size, your walls stretching deliciously as you accommodate his length.

With your fists grasping for the sheets Jungkook begins thrusting his hips slowly – lining the tip at your entrance and then plunging back into you again. His hands roam down the curve of your back, landing at the swell of your ass. He gives it a light squeeze followed by a playful spank; not hard enough to hurt but just enough to make you clench down around him.

You both fall silent as the sounds slapping from his balls against your pussy fill the room. Breath is sucked out of you at one hard thrust in particular; stars forming at the back of your eyes and your mouth salivating at the ever increasing pleasure bestowing upon you.

Growing needy for release you buck your hips back at him, meeting his thrusts and sending Jungkook deeper inside of you. A loud moan escapes Jungkook’s lips as he feels the tip of his dick press against a more sensitive area, your walls gripping around him harder and sucking him in.

“I’m close,” you manage to exhale out between moans. Jungkook’s fingers dig deeper into your sides as you grind your ass back on him, arching your back as far as you could to feel every inch of him. A choked whine falls from your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers meet your clit. Rolling the bud between his fingertips sends you into a full blown frenzy; chasing your much needed high as his hips drive harshly into your ass.

The coil in your lower abdomen snaps, eyes closing so harshly that teardrops squeeze through the corners of your eyelids and leak down the sides of your face. Cries of pleasure fill the room as your release finally arrives. Jungkook’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, not failing to chase his own pleasure after he meets your own. Legs left shaking and so fucked out you’re basically rendered immobile, all you can offer is the tightening spasms your pussy. Milking Jungkook for everything he’s worth is your top priority.

After just a few more sharp snaps of his hips, Jungkook’s thrusts became more slow and heavy. Against your internal wishes, Jungkook decided to pull out of you, leaving your feeling empty at the loss of contact. Before you had time to even ask why, white hot spurts of cum were landing on the supple skin of your ass. Left breathless on the bed, Jungkook smears his cum across your asscheek, keeping his word and icing you like a cupcake. You were too fucked out and drained from your orgasm to complain, not that you would even want to if you could.

The weight of Jungkook’s body presses down into the mattress next to you as he lets out an exhausted grunt. Turning your head to the other side, you meet his goofy post-sex grin, still cocky as can be.

“I think you have a little bit of flour in your hair,” his smile grows as he reaches over to ruffle the hair on your head.

“Remind me to never ask you to bake with me again.”

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Mall Santa

[Full Masterlist]

Beta: @juniethebug Dedicated: To my Secret Santa @wishesunderthestars I hope you enjoy this. Rating: All Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jimin Genre: Soft boy Joon, Fluff, mistletoe kiss, cute baby bangtan visits Santa, Santa Joon, Elf Jimin. Words: 2.7k

Summary: Being a mall Santa was hard so each Santa had two assistant elves, checking the schedule Namjoon saw he was working with two of the kindest and cutest elves that all the Santas wished they were paired with Y/n and Jimin. He is scared of tripping over his boots, knocking off his wig and beard and confessing his huge crush on the two of you.

Namjoon grimaced, looking at the timesheet in the staff room. His name was written in that stupid lobster size twelve font beside the old Jolly man’s name. Yes, that’s right. Namjoon was going to be dressing as the man in red and he was nervous.

It was a big role and he was so clumsy he might accidentally say the wrong thing, or heaven forbid that he trips on those obnoxiously big boots. He had only experienced the joys of old saint Nick's character a grand total of three times and once it was for ten minutes as a baby vomited in his beard.

His finger ran along the timesheet to see who would be his elf assistants. Each Santa had two personal assistants to help them through the shift. To deal with overly curious children, impatient parents, or misguided teens who wished nothing more than to ruin the Christmas spirit for children.

Jimin. Well, as far as assistants go he was a kind young man and worked really hard. Among the Santa’s he was referred to as an angel, he knew whatever Santa needed sometimes before they knew themselves. Always fetching drinks to keep Santa hydrated and making sure they stayed at the perfect temperature. Not too hot or cold.

Y/n. Now she was a sight for sore and withered eyes, the enthusiastic young woman made the whole scene come to life. She would laugh and sing, encouraging the children and parents to join, the crowds were never awkward or unhappy when she was on shift.

It seemed like he was in good hands, and the shift was going to be great, he could just feel it. Unable to wipe the smile from his face, did he mention he had the biggest, fattest crush on both of you. Yeah, like he said today was going to be good.

“Hey, how are we feeling?” Jimin called dancing into the locker room, he was happily singing some indie music in his soft tones. Namjoon’s heart was a flutter. “We got a good crowd out there, who is working today?”

Before Namjoon could even muster the courage to open his mouth, Jimin was reading the board, “Ah, Namjoon-hyung, we are working together,” Jimin gave him that sweet eye smile and sauntered over.

“How are you, let me know if you need anything today, I don’t want you to get overheated, I know the heaters in this place coupled with the suit and beard are hell but I will try to keep you cool.”

“Thanks, I am just a little nervous, I have only been Santa a few times, and well, one of those times I was vomited on, and another time I accidentally used my satoori, and well it was almost a disaster.” Namjoon was dressed only in baggy red suit pants and slumped on the bench trying to calm his nerves.

“You will be fine,” Jimin smiled, taking Namjoon by the shoulders and lifted him to his feet. He removed Namjoon’s shirt and raised a perfect eyebrow in reaction to Namjoon’s broad chest. He then took the red jacket and helped Namjoon's arms into the sleeves.

Namjoon was in a daze at how the young man just took action helping him dress the part. Once dressed he sat watching Jimin dress using spirit gum to glue his elf ears to his own. His striped stockings drew more attention to his shapely legs.

“Are you ready to go?” Jimin asked, catching Namjoon staring and biting back a smirk. He packed up his locker and walked over taking Namjoon’s hand and wrapping it around his, leading him down the corridor.

Ahead of them was a female elf, the red striped stockings looked almost like candy cane swirls that disappeared tantalizingly under the green hem of the skirt.

It was Y/n. You were singing, making a dramatic spin the skirt lifting into a full circle of rippling fabric.

You were singing something soft and sweet, that Namjoon couldn’t quite recognize. Jimin however had no trouble joining in, his sweet voice matching with yours and it was like an angels choir.

Honestly, how could two of the purest humans bless his life today? He saw you turn and skip over the bells on your elf shoes jingling the whole way. Namjoon felt his body heat up as you got closer, your sparkly green eyeshadow but he thought it couldn’t compare to the twinkle in your eyes.

He saw the gold shimmer on your cheekbones mingling with the beautiful faint pink stain that drifted across your cheeks and nose. Namjoon thought you and Jimin were the cutest elves he had ever seen.

“Hello Namjoon, Hello Jimin,” you smiled, taking Namjoon’s other arm in yours. “Are we ready?”

After getting ready in the locker rooms you all arrived at the staff room dropping off your lunch boxes. “Wait, Y/n can you do my make up like that?”

“Sure sit down, Jimin,” you smiled sweetly and began making the young man over with a small compact case of makeup she would keep for after lunch.

Standing in front of Jimin one leg on either side of his thigh and holding his chin while you worked. “You look so cute,” Namjoon nodded not expecting you to notice “Namjoon doesn’t he look cute?”

“Yeah really cute, you both look like elves,” Namjoon’s heart ached for the two of you, in your costumes and makeup.

“There is a lineup of children but we don’t start for another ten minutes so I will get them singing and set up with the camera crew.” Y/n smiled softly nodding to the camera crew and leading the way.

“So how long have you liked her?” Jimin asked with a cheeky grin, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of her,”

“It’s not like that,” Namjoon stuttered, unable to form words.

“Hey, cool off for a moment,” Jimin smiled, stepping out to help hype the children for Santa, letting Namjoon have a moment of solace.

The sweet voices of Jimin and Y/n mingled with the children in a chorus of jingle bells gave Namjoon at least a few verses of peace to calm his beating heart. He was unable to hold the smile when his two elf assistants called out for Santa to come see the children.

He walked out, waving to the children with a big smile and a deep ‘HOHOHO’ that made the children beam back. He took a seat in the large throne-like armchair and got comfortable as the children stepped in with their parents and he smiled for photos.

Within the first few families and children was a young boy and a baby with chubby cheeks, a stylish outfit and a cap, he was placed into Namjoon’s arms and he was quick to react as the young boy was tugging his beard down.

“Ah what a rambunctious little tyke what is his name?” Namjoon used his Santa Claus deep voice.

“His name is Min Yoongi, he is my little brother Santa, can you make sure to get him presents too, Mumma says he likes soft things,” the young boy smiled a gap-tooth grin looking down at his brother.

“Alright, I think I can find something,” Santa grinned at the young boy who scurried off.

Half an hour later saw a child dragging his parents by the hands and practically running through the gate and running full pelt into Namjoon’s lap. “Santa!”

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt Santa,” Jimin smiled as Y/n handed the young boy a small sweets bag making him grin.

“Hello, what is your name young man?” Namjoon looked at him amused. The boy took a breath practically shaking with anticipation.

“Hello, My name is Jeon Jungkook and I am seven and in second grade. This year for Christmas I wanted to ask for some Ninja gear, the real stuff with sharp edges. I am old enough to use them, I won’t hurt myself.”

“You are a big boy aren’t you, but not even adults start with the real things, maybe you could practice with the safe stuff and every year you can get closer to the real stuff.” He smiled but Jungkook was pouting.

“Every Ninja must first learn how to fight without weapons, you could learn taekwondo,” Jimin smiled doing a flip and some kicks, that made the child gasp, “Ninja’s know how to move quietly unseen you have a lot to practice.”

“Santa, I want to learn to fight,” the parents hummed curiously whispering to one another about signing him up for classes and Namjoon gave a soft ‘HOHOHO’ belly laugh that made the boy giggle.

“Santa will see what he can do,” He waved the boy off and soon it was time for lunch, Namjoon took off his beard and jacket in the staff room and listened to the two of you talking. He enjoyed watching the two of you giggle and tell funny stories about your weekends and plans for Christmas.

The three of you seemed to all be alone over Christmas and Jimin opened an invitation over the table that anyone could join him for dinner. You agreed enthusiastically asking Namjoon if he was able to join and he gave a noncommittal answer saying he would have to check.

He definitely didn’t have to check to know that he wasn’t busy, it was more about whether he could stand having a cute dinner with the two of you and not combust. The camera crew headed out first ready to set up for a new onslaught of children.

It didn’t take long to get back in the groove when Jimin called next opening the gate, two adults stepped in and a tiny figure stepped in. He was wearing a dark green Christmas sweater and he was nervously playing with the hem.

He must have been about eight and he looked like he wanted to cry, Y/n knelt on the ground sitting on her heels and looked at the young boy speaking softly. The two spoke for a while quietly about something Namjoon couldn’t hear, but he watched the little boy accept the small pouch of lollies and she stood up taking his hand and walking over.

“Hello Santa,” His voice was soft and breathy, “the pretty elf said you get nervous around lots of people. That's why you have a fence and give people sweets so they like you.”

“I do get nervous, I sometimes trip and I think people might laugh at me,” Namjoon explained and patted the seat beside him, “what is your name?”

“Kim Seokjin, sir,” Seokjin sat his ankles resting on the edge of the couch where Namjoon’s knees bent. The boy was polite and small for his age and yet appeared even smaller by personality. “You can make wishes come true right?”

“I can try, what can I help you with?” Jimin and Y/n were looking endearingly at the two and talking with the parents as some photos were taken.

“Can you help me make friends?” Seokjin whispered sadly, the declaration seemed to shock all the adults in the area. Namjoon blinked confused and then gave a chuckle.

“My dear boy, am I not your friend?” Namjoon teased “Santa is friends with everyone and that includes you, and his elves are your friends too”

“What about friends my age that I can play with at school?” He smiled, “I want to see them every day.”

“Well, That’s up to you, the key to finding a best friend is being yourself. There is always someone who would want to be your friend. Santa likes to laugh so he always says funny jokes to make friends. Do you know any funny jokes?”

Seokjin nodded eagerly, sitting up and looking at Santa, “What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo?”

“What do you get?” Namjoon ran his hand over his fake curly beard and gave a small smile.

“A wooly jumper!” Seokjin smiled, Namjoon gave a deep ‘HOHOHO’ laugh and patted the boy on the head, it seemed the boy was more confident and smiling brightly, capturing the perfect photo.

“Bye Santa,” He waved to Namjoon who waved back with a gloved hand.

Not all experiences with children are easy. Namjoon was smiling as gently as he could at a young boy who was hiding behind his mother’s leg. Jimin and Y/n were both crouched down talking to the boy and giggling while playing with him. His name was Hoseok and he had let a few nervous tears slip when Namjoon wiggled his fingers in a playful wave.

Eventually, Hoseok sat beside Namjoon but the tears started pouring and the photo would be one they remembered for years.

The line diminished and the final hour was almost up, everyone was packing up when they heard a tiny voice shouting. “Wait, Santa!” Namjoon turned and looked at the small boy running, his long fringe had been pulled into a fountain on his head with a Christmas scrunchie.

“Wait, I have a wish!” He frowned and Namjoon walked over to the gate and opened it for the boy, smiling down he held out his hand and walked him to the seat.

“What is your name son?” Namjoon asked while Jimin looked around for his parents. Y/n found a small pouch of sweets tied with a ribbon, from the leftover box and handed it to the little boy.

“My name is Kim Taehyung and I wanted to wish for something Santa,” He said before cupping Namjoon’s ear and whispering, “I want to wish for a puppy, the fluffy one at the pound, his name is Yeontan and he doesn’t have a home Santa.”

“Hmm, A puppy is a lot of work,” Namjoon saw his mother arrive looking relieved that he was okay and apologizing to them. Namjoon also saw his father who had similar features sneak up with a carry case with a fluffy something inside. “Santa doesn’t give out puppies to anyone, you would have to feed him and water him and love him every day. Do you think you could do it?”

“I can. I can. I promise,” He cheered, they placed the dog carrier inside the fence and Jimin opened it letting the dog step out and scooping it up.

“Close your eyes and wish really hard, okay?” Namjoon smiled, as the boy closed his eyes and Jimin handed him the puppy, which he held out letting it lick the boy's face. The boy startled eyes opening to see the fluffy puppy. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung”

“Thank you Santa, Thank you so much,” He giggled and ran over to his parents, the dog running circles around his feet. The group got up to leave once more when the boy gasped. Turning back he saw them pointing under the arch. “You are all under the mistletoe, you have to kiss!”

Jimin and Y/n leaned and placed a peck on Namjoon’s cheeks making him blush underneath his fake beard and glasses. The three of you scurried off to the locker rooms and Namjoon placed the things in the laundry basket to be cleaned for the next Santa. You and Jimin had changed as well into your regular clothes and the three of you grinned awkwardly in the hallway.

“I guess we will see each other at Jimin’s for Christmas dinner?” You said but it came out more as a question. Walking ahead Namjoon watched the two of you leaving talking about what to bring and your plans for the afternoon and Namjoon frowned. It was Christmas and he thought now was as good a time as any to tell you both.

“I am in love with you both?” Namjoon said the words echoing louder than he planned and the two of you turned, making him shrink at the thought of rejection. “I just wanted to be honest, I am in love with both of you.”

“That’s funny, I am in love with you both as well,” Y/n giggled her body falling against Jimin’s who was giggling back and nodding, before toppling over onto his butt.

“Same,” He wiped his eyes, “Why did you think I invited you to have Christmas at my place.”

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