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karinasbaby · 8 months ago

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yang jungwon — love me.

P. fem!reader x bf!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, jungwon is needy & whiny, kissing, cursing, biting, creampie, mentions of a handjob, breast play, marking, dacryphilia, biting, cockwarming, getting fucked into subspace, pussy slapping, petnames, desperate jungwon & other things i forgot | WC. 3.3k | A,N. wrote this while listening to lights on by normani so i felt n a s t y, anyways this was a request! thank u for requesting <3

in which.. jungwon gets a boner mid cuddling session.

hot.

that's the only word running in jungwon's head. well along with needy.

hot. he felt so fucking hot. and so ridiculously needy.

he felt every nerve ending in his body blazing with heat that's almost borderline painful. fingers twitching to grasp or hold onto something that will ground him before he lost his sanity. his breathing gradually becoming more irregular. the seconds he was counting in his head to get his breathing under control slowly became unusually prolonged before being forgotten completely.

all the blood that should've been pumping in his head to keep his logical side working rushed down his entire body to accumulate in his pulsing cock. he was so fucking hard right now.

and it made him feel so guilty. there was absolutely no reason for him to feel like a dog in heat when literally nothing has happened. the urge to just fuck something almost making him spiral when you're just laying besides him, curled on yourself with your back against jungwon, you're just there.

sure it could've been the way he's been pressing his hips against the curve of your ass, or it could've been the way you were too sleepy and tired to push his cold, veiny hand away when it sneaked under your sweater to cup your breast— fuck. he basically brought this onto himself.

but how could he not practically glue himself against you? you felt so warm. so nice. so cuddly. he loved you so much. needed you so close to him at all times possible. if he could he would genuinely bury himself inside of you. the attempts of him pushing himself down your sweater and poking his head out of your neckline just to kiss you for hours to remain close were nothing.

his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close as possible weren't doing it for him. nor was the way his nose was nuzzled into the back of your neck— nothing at the moment could satisfy him.

and he wanted more. needed more. craved so so much more so fucking badly. he felt like if he wasn't inside of you in the next five seconds he might as well explode.

but at the same time how could he? not when you complained about how tiring your day was. not when you already felt fatigued enough to basically melt in his arms when he suggested a cuddling session, fuck and he was the one to suggest it, what was he thinking?

none of that mattered anymore. not when you were on the brink of drifting onto a deep sleep. teetering on the edge of remaining conscious completely. soft, almost unnoticeable whimpers leaving your mouth when you felt so comfortable. so satisfied and comforted in the arms of your lover, clad in his hoodie after a stressful day.

completely unaware of the dilemma jungwon was going through right behind you, unaware of the fact that he was a mere few seconds away from ripping his hair out of his scalp.

well that was until you heard him whimper.

fuck if only he remained stoic. maybe he wouldn't have nudged his raging boner against your ass. the simple friction making the noise leave his throat before he could even process it or try to swallow it down. and you for sure heard him.

he could just play it off, breathing in deeply and ignoring the way his arms unconsciously tightened around you, he tried to speak— “won, are you okay?” shit.

“yeah! i'm fine just— a cramp. yeah i just got a cramp in my leg.” chuckling next to your ear he 'played it off’, trying to not catch your attention further with the way he moved his hips further away from yours. pushing his lower half away from your body in hopes of saving himself from the embarrassment and humiliation of getting hard from cuddling.

“are you sure, baby?” you questioned, clearly not buying his lame excuse. i mean come on, you knew him better than anyone there was no way a simple cramp in the leg would make yang jungwon, your unreasonably strong boyfriend whimper. not when he's suffered through an entire sore body after a long fucking session with you that lasted an entire night (and morning) and didn't even complain one bit.

a cramp in the leg? had him whimpering like a whiny boy behind you?

“yeah, doll. don't worry about it— fuck!” him blabbering on to defend himself somehow backfired instantly as you suddenly pushed your ass against him, his clothed cock coming in contact with the curve of your ass once again making him almost see stars. he cursed under his breath even more when you wiggled your hips against his. making his hardened length twitch uncontrollably in his boxers.

“you're a terrible liar.” you reached behind you, cold fingers sneaking under his shirt this time, tracing the back of your fingers against his chiseled abs. the action making him gasp in sensitivity. closing his eyes, jungwon's arms went limp around you. after neglecting his own needs for hours now he felt like his body was betraying him from the smallest sensual touch from you.

your hand then moved downwards, toying with the hem of his sweatpants, then they went lower. to palm his dick through the two thick articles of clothing. the sensation making your boyfriend behind you gulp. his eyes closing unknowingly as his hips jerked forward into your touch. “touch me, doll. please.” he breathed shakily into your ear before biting the shell of it needily.

you then pushed your hand below his sweatpants, hand squeezing around his throbbing cock to relief him quickly, you could feel the dampening spot of his precum right under your palm while jungwon nuzzled his face closer into the back of your neck. eyes closed and breathing heavy as he felt his body becoming lit ablaze with heat.

“right here, princess.” he moved his shaking hand towards your own, bringing yours inside of his boxers to finally feel your cold fingers around his raging dick. pulsing warm precum that webbed between your fingers while you squeezed and stroked him. “like this baby?” turning your head towards him to whisper the words which had him groaning your name against your skin.

it was so fun to see him so needy like this. so desperate and so turned on. you could tell there was not a singular coherent thought in his mind other than his hard cock and how wet your pretty pussy must be by now. the urge to fuck you against the mattress of your bed building up inside him further. he needed you so bad.

and though you were teasing him by brushing your fingers against his sensitive tip harshly, or with the way your hands suddenly tightened around his length before loosening, you were no different from him. but you pushed the feeling of the pooling wetness in your sticky panties to the back of your head. ignoring your need for the time being just to rile up your cute boyfriend further.

jungwon who usually was in control, so collected and loving in heated moments was whimpering behind you as you palmed his weeping cock. you weren't going to let go of this opportunity so quickly.

“feels good, baby?” you whispered, pressing your ass further against the base of his cock while your hand stroked his tip. the sensation of your movements had jungwon's eyes rolling to the back of his head. nodding along dumbly to your words as his hips jerked more into your hand.

he felt the way his climax was building up in his abdomen, the feeling making his eyebrows furrow in complete pleasure before he tried to desperately push your hand away with his own weak one. not wanting to cum if it wasn't deep inside of you.

“fuck— doll, i'm close. so close. i need to be inside of you right now.” he breathed heavily, his rough voice in making the barrier of your thoughts and need disappear almost instantly. the heat in your core and throbbing of your clit suddenly seemed so overwhelming. you wanted and needed him just as badly as he did you.

with a simple and quick nod from you, jungwon's hands quickly removed both of your clothes, pushing his sweatpants along with his boxers down his legs before discarding them carelessly onto the floor then deciding to move towards your own sleeping shorts, hooking his finger under the hem after lifting himself up to litter kisses down your neck.

once he dragged your shorts and panties down, his arms moved towards your hoodie (that was his), thankful that he decided to stay shirtless today. lifting his hoodie from your body to continue his descent of kisses down your shoulders and stomach.

on usual days, jungwon would take his time to scissor you open with his fingers deep inside of your cunt and his lips wrapped around your clit for hours. but today—he couldn't do that. not when he felt his cock twitching against his abs and the leak of precum reaching his thighs.

he needed to be buried so deep inside of you this instant.

quickly laying down behind you, his arm sneaked under you to toy with your hardened nipple while the other gently lifted your leg open, pushing his hips against yours to finally allow his rock hard cock to push against your wet folds. the feeling of his tip poking against your sopping entrance had the two of your groaning in complete euphoria.

“yeah, baby? feels good?” and there he was. your teasing boyfriend who would go to extreme, unfathomable lengths just to see you begging for his touch, in tears because of his pleasure and your mind reeling because of his actions.

and who were you to deny him of any of this? not when he has you wrapped around his finger, not when he has your body twitching in sensitivity and need right under him.

“so good. so so good. please, baby. i need you so bad.” you begged him just how he likes it. voice desperate and shaky the way you knew had him losing his mind. and he fell right under your spell when he kept thrusting his hips to allow his cock to brush against your wetness.

letting the squelching sounds of your arousals combine with your needy moans. whimpers and whispers of his name fell past your lips, your hand wrapping around his own that cupped your breast, his index finger brushing against your nipple every now and then just to make you twitch in his embrace.

you were growing so desperate under his continuous teasing. his torture that made you crave him more, and right when he began to bite along your shoulder harshly you broke. tears aligning your waterline while shaky begs and mewls escaped your throat.

not able to take it anymore. you needed him so bad. your hunger for him to be so near, so close and so deep in you in every way possible increased by the second. yearning for him to be as snug and connected to you as humanly possible.

and jungwon's resolve finally dissipated, he kissed your jaw one long, tender kiss before he angled his hips against yours, letting your walls welcome him as he pushed his cock slowly inside of you.

and gosh he was so big. no matter how many times he had fucked you, his dick always had you in awe of just how perfectly thick and long it was. his raw length stretching you out so nicely. the burn between your walls felt so delicious to you as you mewled his name loudly.

his breathes altered between needy gasps and shaky groans of your name. your tightness always making him feel on edge, if he could fill you up right now he totally would. but he couldn't ruin your experience like this. not when he was so used to making you cum atleast once before even thinking of emptying his load inside of you.

jungwon knew that you were unbelievably close already. with the way your walls were practically sucking him in so tightly. the way your chest heaved in breaths heavily, his finger tips brushing against your chest and ribs whenever you inhaled in too deeply just to control yourself. yet none of it was working. not when your boyfriend began to thrust himself in so slowly and deeply. allowing you to feel every single vein aligning his cock.

being the tease he is, he decided to push you even further towards the edge. his hand that fondled with your tit now moved down, brushing against your stomach and hip sensually before it settled between your legs, jungwon then suddenly picked up the pace. pressing his palm against your lower stomach to feel the bulge of his cock so deep inside of you.

the feeling of him so close, so deeply connected to you had both of your minds reeling. slowly losing touch with reality as the only thing your brain processed was how close jungwon was to you. both emotionally and physically. he nudged your head with his own, making you turn your face towards him and letting him press his lips against yours.

the two of you now breathing each other's air. so intimately close. drowning in the other's presence and pleasure. sinking further into the euphoria that only the two of you could provide one another. “right there— oh my god.” you whispered against his lips when his middle and ring finger lowered to rub against your pulsing clit.

“fuck— jungwon..” you whimpered his name so sweetly, grinding your hips against his when he began to roll his length inside of you so deliciously, barely pulling two inches out before pressing himself deep into your welcoming cunt again. allowing the head of his cock to kiss your cervix with every thrust. "so good, doll. doing so good for me." his lips brushed against yours with every word.

skin on skin, sweat rolling down between both of your bodies as you connected and pleasured each other so sensually. your bodies becoming one, moving in sync with the purpose of chasing your high desperately. jungwon's tongue brushed against your cheek, licking up the tears you didn't even notice rolled down your eyes as your head was getting foggy with the mind numbing sensation of the tightening coil in your abdomen.

right on the brink of your orgasm with the way jungwon began to slowly pick up the pace, his fingers restless as they abused your clit. pushing you further and further on edge just so you can fall and he can capture you.

“i'm s-so close.” you sobbed against his mouth, eyes closing as the ecstasy just kept on building up and up and up. jungwon nodded to encourage you to cum, to finally unravel in his arms so he can please you more.

“yeah, baby? gonna cum for me?” breathing out heavily, his lips littering wet kisses around your jaw, he mindlessly kissed and sucked along your skin. leaving marks he couldn't even put a name on as he slowly ascended into complete intoxication on you.

minds disoriented, bodies on fire as your hearts beat in sync to chase relief. “gonna cream around my cock like a good girl, doll?”he smiled against your skin, moving his lips towards yours to quieten your sobs as you began to teeter on the edge, completely helpless as jungwon's fingers remained circling your clit, hips still pistoning against yours as the soaking wet sounds of your arousal echoed in the room.

a mix of your wetness combined with his settled in your inner thighs, making the noises sound all the more nasty as his balls smacked loudly against your entrance with every thrust. the pressure building up in your abdomen increasing intensely. in a pace you couldn't even process it but jungwon noticed of course, with the incessant tightening of your walls he quickly kissed you. shushing your sobs as he pressed himself so deep into you.

“go ahead, angel. make a mess for me.” those were the last words you heard before your ears began to ring. your body jerking and shaking between jungwon's arms as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hand that was rubbing against your clit switched to landing slaps against your wet pussy. the sensations of his tip pressed against cervix, the slaps sending jolts of electricity throughout your body while he continued to bite on your lower lip were so fucking overwhelming.

he was everywhere. you felt him everywhere, taking over your body, your soul, your mind and senses all at the same time. driving you into absolute insanity as he tightened his hold on you when you tried to push him away, slowly beginning to feel the dizzying pleasure of being intoxicated. completely high on elation and pleasure.

“j-jungwon— p-please stop-”you stuttered against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head when jungwon only kept increasing his pace, seemingly chasing his own high now. desperation evident in all of his movements as he started to act and move on pure instinct. dazed and completely out of it as he wanted nothing more than the tight coil in his abdomen to snap. his climax to finally wash over him and for him to fill you up with his seed entirely.

“i can't— fuck. i need to fill you up so badly, doll. i need you.” he whimpered against your neck, thrusts turning sloppy and uncoordinated as his cock twitched uncontrollably in your wet walls that milked and sucked him for all his worth. your fingers tightened around the sheets as you felt intense waves of pleasure cascade down your body, unable to differentiate in whether you're cumming again or you're being overstimulated. everything felt so good. everything felt too good. too overwhelming.

broken sobs and choked whispers of his name were all what your throat could produce right now. being fucked into a subspace that made you felt like you were floating and drifting through cloud nine. you felt so unbelievably good with the way jungwon kept his tip pressed so harshly against your bruised cervix, goosebumps aligning your skin as you finally felt jungwon reach the edge of his pleasure before diving in.

a broken chain of fuckfuckfuck made its way past the echoing sound of your heartbeat in your ear. you could process the way he filled you up so well. painting your walls white with his warm load, keeping himself pressed so close to you as his shaky hands tried to keep your twitching leg open, both of you reaching such an unbelievable level of delirium that left your heads aching in pleasure.

jungwon's swollen lips returned to pressing against your shoulder, his hand gently and carefully lowering your leg before wrapping around your waist. he looked over at you, taking in the heavenly sight of your fucked out expression. a sheen layer of sweat making you glow so brightly in his eyes.

his body was so fatigued after reaching the peak of his euphoria, the pleasure and satisfaction running through both of your veins as you laid in each other's embrace to catch your breaths. your eyes remained closed, still feeling the throbbing of his cock inside of you that made you moan his name out breathlessly.

“you alright, doll?” he chuckled softly, hand lifting up to tenderly caress your cheek, cooing when you moved your face closer to his touch, “mhm” you quietly hummed in reassurance, the waves of slumber descending down onto your quickly as you held him close to you.

your boyfriend quickly shifted your positions, turning you around gently after pulling out, he smiled endearingly when you whined at the loss of his length in you, quickly peppering you with kisses as he pushed your face into the crook of his neck just how he knew you liked it. he swiftly pushed himself back inside of you, holding you close when you murmured in satisfaction and content again, eyes shut tightly as you began to slowly drift off to a deep sleep.

“sleep well, doll.” with one final kiss to your head, you both fell into a much needed sleep.

a,note. reposted cuz i love nia ♡ + this wasn’t proofread !

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rafeysbunny · 4 months ago

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hyperbaric chamber sex with jj

two hours, twenty-seven minutes, forty-three seconds... forty-four... forty-five... that's the time jj and you have been locked up inside this thing. how did they call it again? oh yeah, a hyperbaric chamber —whatever the hell that is. not that you can complain about it, tho, it has saved you both from a painful ass death.

"this sucks," jj whines in the silence —it must be two or three in the morning, so the hospital it's pretty quiet.

he's laying on his back next to you, your bodies pressed together since the space is a little bit small for two people, though it is not entirely uncomfortable... you even have pillows, which is more than you were expecting —yay.

"it could be worse," you answer, big eyes fixed on the ceiling of the chamber as you listen to the weird sounds it makes. "we could be dead, for instance."

it's warm inside, so you aren't cold despite wearing just a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top, your bikini still slightly wet underneath the clothes. the pressure is quite intense, which makes your ears hurt a little, but you try your best not to focus on that, or you might just go crazy in here

jj grumbles a response, shifting his weight to get more comfortable. "you know what's the worst part?" you turn your head to the side to look at him questioningly, and you find him already staring at you, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his pink lips despite the situation you're both in. "we finally found some alone time, just the two of us, and we're stuck in a tin can. talk about romantic, huh?" he says, a certain amused tone in his voice.

you can't help but laugh softly at his words, loving how he always finds the way to lift the mood nonetheless. unconsciously, you shift closer to him, the roguish look in his handsome face drawing you in.

"yeah.... that definitely sucks," you mutter, nodding in agreement.

jj leans in to press a slow kiss to your lips, his hand reaching out to wrap around your waist and pull you closer. your bodies now flush against each other. your eyelids flutter shut instantly, a little gasp leaving your lips in response.

"we could... make the best out of it?" he suggests softly, his voice barely a whisper.

"well, we're not getting out any time soon, so..." you murmur against his lips with a smile, small hands gripping the fabric of his worn-out t-shirt.

jj hums lowly in agreement, his fingers trailing up and down your side as he seals his mouth over yours again. this time, his tongue slips past your parted lips to tangle with yours as he shifts to hover over you, the heat of his body enveloping you in the tight space.

you return the kiss lazily while you spread your legs for him, wrapping them around his waist as soon as he places himself in between them. he groans softly against your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours slowly, his touch becoming more insistent as he drags his fingertips along the skin bare skin of your supple thighs; the friction makes you gasp.

"wait," you mumble into the kiss, gently breaking it, and he takes the opportunity to start pressing wet kisses to your neck instead.

you open your eyes as you fumble for his pillow next to you. once you grab it, you shove it against the window, blocking the view from outside. he pulls back slightly to peer at you with a mischievous glint in his eye as he registers what you've done.

"my clever girl," he murmurs approvingly.

he kisses you once more before making quick work of your shorts, swiftly yanking them down your plush thighs alongside your bikini bottom. you lift your hips to help him take them off, and as soon as he's pulled down the pieces of clothing, he tosses them aside. you open your legs for him, pussy now exposed in all its glory; the sight alone has him hard already.

"suck 'em f'me, princess," he commands softly, pushing his middle and ring finger inside your mouth to get them wet.

you comply eagerly, hollowing your cheeks around his digits and sucking until they're covered in your saliva. you can feel his free hand sneaking up your thigh, his thumb eventually latching onto your little clit to rub it in tight circles. the gentle rubbing, added to the high risk of getting caught, gets you wet in a second.

a thread of saliva stretches in between his fingers and your lips as he takes them out of your mouth, aiming for your cunt. you can't help but moan when he slips both of them inside, brows knitting together in a frown at the delicious stretch.

"shh, baby, gotta be quiet," he murmurs with a lopsided smirk, biting his bottom lip as he relishes in the way you squirm underneath him. "can you do that?" after you nod in response, he adds, "of course you can, such a good girl."

he keeps fingering you for a little bit, crooking his digits just right to hit that spongy spot at the front that makes your toes wiggle. he also scissors them as he moves them in and out, slowly opening you up for his cock —that's much bigger than his fingers, for sure. his thumb is still touching your swollen clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild.

soon, you're begging him. "jay, please," you whisper breathlessly, hips desperately bucking against his veiny hand. "need you... need your cock."

with a self-satisfied smile, he slowly withdraws his digits, leaving your pussy fluttering around thin air. you're soaking wet by now, hands eagerly helping him get rid of his annoying clothing so he can get inside you as quickly as possible.

when he finally thrusts into your sopping cunt, neither of you can hold back the moans, jj covering your mouth and hiding his face on the crook of your neck to muffle the sounds as he starts pounding hard into you.

"jesus christ," he grunts, his fingers pressing your mouth shut so harshly that the cool metal of his rings is biting into your sensitive skin. "princess, fuck... you feel so good."

his warm breath caresses your ear as he keeps whispering his filth in it, "you're fucking dripping... getting this wet for being fucked in public, what a slut, huh?" his teeth bite your earlobe, his tongue soothing the sting afterwards. "gonna fuck you in every damn place we go from now on if you like it this much."

your eyes roll back, his dirty talk just adding to the pleasure his thrusts provide. he'd not fail to fuck you dumb, his cock hitting all the right spots inside your cunt until you're cumming around it the hardest you've ever cum, pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick so good that he's right behind you, spilling inside you with the most gorgeous moan.

more.

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nemesyaaa · 5 months ago

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rafe cameron x sleepy!reader

summary : you were just the sleepiest girl of the town. (kinda sweet smutty prompt / etablished relationship. soft! boyfriend!rafe.)

warnings : except smut, nothing much. bad sleeping shedule.

author's note : /.

“ I’m fucking tired.” you yawned as you entered the room. since the beginning of the evening, you had only been looking forward to getting back to the soft comfort of your bed.

you couldn't help but become sleepy, which meant letting your boyfriend take care of you because you were unable to stay awake. you never needed to be careful because rafe cameron always had his eyes on you. and as long as you were next to him, as long as he could feel you even if you were dead asleep and drooling over his chest, he allowed you to take a nap on his lap for hours. it was one of your few privileges.

something he didn't allow was people waking you up. if it he had to shut down every fucking noisy kook in a room to let you sleep, he would do it. it was his own version of let me burn the world for you but in a better way, more like let me quit this entire world for you.

you loved these moments of calm and peace when you slept wearing only one of his t-shirts acting like a dress around your naked body, and white high socks.

rafe was spooning you while you were already falling asleep, the reassuring and warm feeling of his cold fingers slipping under your t-shirt, his large hands covering the flesh of your waist , letting his strong arms gently slowly pulling you towards him. the shushing sound of his lips hovering your neck as you were dragged by his thick fingers. your barely covered body lazily comes closer, as soft breaths break the silence of your mouth, quickly followed by the sleepy whines of your tall boyfriend that holds his grip tighter in your hips, making sure you can't go anywhere, even if you were in a deep sleep.

you had a complicated relationship with your sleep schedule because you were sleeping both too much and not enough at the same. you could be fully awake at 5am but literally dead asleep at 12pm. for the simple reason that you were not sleeping at the right time, nor at the right hour, nor in the right place. you were one of those sleepiest girls who would disappear for hours not because you were going out on the town with friends or even stepping foot outside, but because you would sleep for hours on end.

you told rafe that you were just closing your eyes to take a nap but you ended up waking up in the evening.

when you woke up, you were completely lost and disorganized but above all so tired. it was almost ridiculous. your boyfriend was now used to your eyes half-closed, your hair completely messed up and across your exhausted face, drool on the corner of your lip with that oh-so-stupid expression.

he lay down on the bed, while you looked at him with wide opened eyes. at this point, you weren't even sure you recognized your own boyfriend. “ rafe ? ”

“still asleep, babe? "

his voice was usually low, while he brushed away the trail of drool that was leaking from your mouth with his thumb. you nodded, and he smiled. “ such a baby. ”

you were a terrible temptation. he could have fucked you while you were sleeping. and maybe that was even what you wanted sometimes when you slept so scantily dressed, leaving your tiny thong in full view while you lay on your back, legs unconsciously spread.

“let me help you…” he whispered as he flipped you onto the bed, pushing your thighs apart to make himself a place. he had pulled down his boxers without removing them completely, before forcing your legs open with one hand. "fucking wet. i bet you dreamed about that dick inside you."

the smirk on his face was pretty charming and sick, and he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your soaked slit, before making morning slaps on your little glistening cunt. his length was so hard, hitting your sensitive bud. the plushy mushroom getting glossy from your weeping hole. he looked at you, holding his dick in a hand with your wetness dripping from the shaft, as you had a hard times focusing on his movements but he squeezed your cheeks on his hands, pulling your face closer to him. “ get that mouth open, want to be able to spit on it whenever i want. ”

it was also a pretty excuse for him to force you to keep your eyes open. when he first pushed in with a hard thrust that literally arched all your body, you screamed out of pleasure and pain. he didn't wait before starting working his dick faster in your swollen cunt. you always take him so good, and he can't help but pound you even deeper every time he hears your sleepily voice moaning softly, the whining getting louder and bigger as he stretches you open. you were too good, a forbidden pleasure for sure, your sloppy pussy fully soaked him.

little by little, you begin to be fully awake, eyes filled with shining tears. you were a mess that was crying and panting from the roughness of your boyfriend, crybaby whines begging for rafe’s attention. your mouth getting muffled by his, he shushed you through the kiss, heavy breath and drool falling between your lips. “ s-s-slow down ! ” you cried out.

he mocked you gently, answering with a wicked smile. “ what about faster ? thought that's what you wanted ? ”he was still fucking you, but now a hand reached your throat, as the thickness of his length stuffed the inside of your walls, hitting all the spots. “ r-rafe. ” you exploded.

you were shaking, gasping for air and throbbing, eyes still locked in rafe's gaze while you lost your mind, thinking of how deep he was inside you. your cunt still twitching around his cock, making you unable to catch your breath and literally choking against the hand pressed on your throat. you were already tired, the inner of your thighs dripping with arousal and legs breaking with each thrusts. and those massive orgasms didn't help. his face was now sweaty from the heat and the sex, hot breaths escaping his lips and absolutely no sign of exhaustion. he could fuck you to death. and you wish you could reach this level but you were already too drained by the fast back and forth. “ this is how i should wake up my sleepy girl every morning. don't you think ? ”

he finally managed to cum, spilling thicks of loads inside you. your head failing in the bed as he slowly pulled his dick out, before pushing it into your mouth. the sight of your tongue licking every single drop of juice left him even horny, your pretty lips weeped with cum and wetness, that he smeared with the tip of his cock, before letting you clean everything.

“ it was not a fuck, it was an attempted murder. ” you told him.

“ don't inspire me for round 2, you will regret it. ”

“ don't complain me about why i sleep this much when you fucking me like that. ”

“ i'm fucking tired…” you said, a little yawn leaving your mouth as rafe and you entering the room after a living pool party, were you literally rested on your boyfriend’s lap during all the event, falling asleep on his shoulder as he was still talking with his friends.

he was now used to since he dated you from a long moment. he was now able to take care of you every time you fell asleep. as always, there was no warning. you could be smiling, living the party, it doesn't mean you were not sleepy. He sometimes complained about how much you slept, but at the same time, how much you didn't get enough sleep.

“ no shit. you were literally drooling over me. ” he said sarcastically. “ lift your arms. ” he commanded, before helping you remove your dress.

he almost passed out when your breasts literally bounced out of your bra as your arms leaned down, his dick slightly growing and forming a bulge inside his pants. but damn, it was not the moments because he knows for sure that you will now fall asleep. AGAIN.

“ do you think topper is mad at me for sleeping at his birthday’s party ? ”

“ do i look like the type of boyfriend that i care about what another man is feeling about my girlfriend ? because, i'm not. ”

“ it was rude…. it's his birthday ! ”

“ babe, i could even fuck you right in front of him that he wouldn't even care or remarks. don't you see how he was just drooling like a dog because of my sister ? ”

“ maybe, i should call…”

rafe had raised an eyebrow, his jaw twitching slightly as you pulled on one of his t-shirts. “ since when do you have topper’s number ? ”

“I mean with your phone. Why would I have his number. Anyways, i'm sorry for this…it's pretty embarrassing. ”

“ What about looking me in the eyes if you at least want me to believe you about your apologies?”

“ Don't fight me right now, i'm tired.”

“ And actually, when you're not ? ” he mocked, and you finally looked at him.

“ When i'm sleeping, it's obvious. ”

“ You forget when i fuck you’. It doesn't seems like you're very tired. ”

after showering and brushing your teeths, you moved to your favorite place in the world — your bed. you loved the clean of the sheets. you covered yourself with the blanket, dropping only your head out.

when rafe appareaded, you couldn't help but stare at his perfect body. you followed his moves, lurking to the good and big shape of his biceps, the well-sculpted ridges of his abs, the visible v-line curved on his hips. “ don't look at me like that. ” he warned.

“ then i will look at someone else. ”

“ funny. ” he said, chuckling without smiling. “ that you think i will let you do such a thing. but keep daydreaming. ”

“ no need to be jealous. there is no kooks better than you. ”

“ does it mean there are pogues better than me ? ”

you sighed, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“ i don't even hang out with pogues ! don't take it in the wrong way. what about watching a good movie before sleeping ? ”

“ be serious. i know you well, you're gonna fall asleep before the movie even starts. ”

“ no ! i'm fully awake. ”

“ which movies do you want to watch ? and there is no way i'm gonna watch that fucking film with a black cat and a ladybug. ”

“ then what about five nights at Freddy's ? ”

“ sounds better. ” he simply said, while typing on the dashboard.

your gaze leaned down on his ringed fingers, fast and thick. your slowly opened your lips, imagining how much they can stretch your mouth, leaving her with a pool of drool from how wet they're from your saliva. but also, how much they will manage to keep your mouth open without effort.

a sparkle shone in your eyes, and you wrapped your arm around rafe's one, making him look without really giving you full attention. “ what you want ? ”

“ nothing. did you find the movie ? ”

“ you like horror movies ? ”

“ no, i like josh. ”

“ bet he died at the end of the movie. ”

“ rafe ! ”

“ yea, keep crying. ”

he started the movie but you were very sleepy. again. you forced yourself to keep your eyes open but it was really hard. you blinked so many times to fight the urge of sleeping, but you're finally falling asleep.

rafe didn't stopped the movie because he was now too invested in it, but let your head rest against his naked chest, stroking your hair gently.

at the beginning of your relationship, it was so new for him to be this close to a person, to reach this type of intimacy but now he was craving for it, finding peace and comfort.

you were his sleepy girlfriend that was now sleeping over him, but will probably wake up in five hours when he will be dead asleep while, you will be looking for a nocturnal activity, trying to not wake him up.

sometimes, and a lot of times, you have sleepless nights that make you even more tired, and fall asleep early or late in the morning. you could feel though the sleep, rafe's arm loosening around your body as he manages to leave the bed to start the day while you just catching your night.

“ good morning, rafe. ”

“ it's 7pm. ”

“ ... ”

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star2fishmeg · 4 months ago

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ok but luke with an innocent reader sitting in his lap and she asks him to teach her how to make him feel good and he almost DIES feeling how his hands cover almost the entirety of her waist while he’s gripping her hips and moving her back and forth on his length

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[2.5k] Pairing | Luke Hughes x afab!reader Summary | reader wants a turn at making Luke feel good, but she’s in need of assistance from the man himself Warnings | 18+ smut, virgin!reader, reader suggested to be short (sorry!) but no height specified, protected sex, p in v, size kink, riding, making out, swearing Authors Note | okay nonnie, you sent this yonks ago but I HAD to make it a fic

Luke wasn’t entirely convinced she was as innocent as she seemed. Behind those eyes she flashed up at him, batting her eyelashes and asking him all those raunchy questions that flushed his cheeks pink every time, he was sure was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. But he also wasn’t convinced that his friend Tyler Duke could cook without burning a kitchen down, yet he was proved wrong, so he was fully acceptant that y/n would prove yet another one of his judgements wrong. One thing he knew definitely, was that he absolutely adored and cherished how charmingly small she was compared to him.

His hands settled around her waist, plush thighs straddled over his lap with his back pressed up against the headboard of his bed, the warm low light of his bedside lamp making their matching dainty necklaces shimmer out to each other. His cock fit snugly inside her, still and stretching her out to fit his size perfectly, with nothing but a dull ache at first which faded into a pleasurable comfort as soon her stomach flipped and fluttered with butterflies she’d never felt before, filling her entirely. Luke had unknowingly set a bar too high; no other man could ever make her feel the way he did, romantically and now sexually, his thick cock filling the capacity of her pussy, bulging out her stomach slightly which drove her up the wall in the best way possible.

He slid his hands along her waist, palms following her curves with a blank mind, eyes widened and glazed in enticement, heart warm and melting like wax over how she made his hands seem so large naturally. He threw his head back, bumping it against the headboard before closing his eyes slowly, gasping out a ‘fuck’ deeply when she squeezed him tight. Y/n’s smaller hands lay on his stomach, fingers tracing over his abs, tensing under her touch as if he had something to prove, which he didn’t anymore, she loved him anyway and deep down he knew that.

Watching his head tilt back, she rocked her hips cautiously just as he’d described, eyes flickering between his face and her hips, mouth falling open at the waves of pleasure gushing through her, “Is that okay, Lu? Am I doing it right?”

“That’s it, like that, shit-” he groaned out, voice breathy and low, grip around her waist unconsciously tightening at her pussy taking him, hands guiding her along his cock and dragging every vein against her walls. Little whimpers slipped through her lips, clit throbbing, calling out for his attention but his hands followed down her waist, to her hips, holding them strong as she rolled her hips along his dick with more confidence, his pants and grunts reassuring her that he was drowning in ecstasy. “That's good, angel, keep doing that,”

“What else, Lu? What about- oh fuck,” y/n asked, interrupted when he hit a deeper angle she hadn’t been prepared for, eyes almost rolling to the back of her head with a lewd thrill rattling through her bones, coaxing her into rolling her hips harder, Luke thrusting up on carnal instinct, “that, do that again, Lu! Felt so good,”

Luke’s lips tugged into a smirk, tilting his head to look at her, adjusting his hips up again to capture her eyes flutter close with an airy moan. With comfort, his thumbs caressed her hipbones, bringing her rocking to a gradual halt before flashing a sweet smile.

“Use your thighs and pelvis, pretty girl, I got you,” his hands guided her up and down his cock, slowly to begin with, both their breaths tangling at the filthy paradise that surged through their veins. She slipped so perfectly along his length, using her thighs to push up just to sink back down and bury him inside her, building up the courage to express how she needed him to hit her cervix and make her cry out until her voice was sore the next day. To have him pound into her as she’d imagined, ride him until her legs burned and cunt ached from his size.

Her mouth fell agape, heat prickling over her skin and to Luke’s surprise, she quickened her pace, “Am I doing it right?”

Luke gave a guttural groan in response, eyes fixated on her tits bouncing at the rhythm of his cock burrowing into her, “Fuckin’ feels perfect, knew you’d fit- shit, you take me so well,”

She never thought she’d be in that position; she never thought a man would want her in it if she were honest. Her luck was scarce, not because she was unattractive, but because hookups weren’t her thing and there weren’t a lot of guys who wanted long-term when they were only twenty. Except for Luke, he got it. He may have been twenty-one and still had so much to experience but being a professional hockey player could be limiting, in his experience. It took a lot of sacrifices and adaption to be with one, a lot of flexibility and a tremendous amount of devotion, everything y/n had offered him willingly. She had never asked for anything more than his heart, and Luke had loved hers the day they met. Now his swelled in his chest, thundering as her face screwed up slightly, energy struggling to swallow him in the current motion he was guiding her in and as exhilarating as it felt for him, his dick twitching inside her every time she sank deep onto him and filled her capacity, he didn’t want the high to end too soon, not before she got to cum.

“C’mere,” he mumbled with his endearing smile, sinking down into the mattress onto his back, hands sliding from her hips, down her forearms with feathery touches to her wrists, leaving an empty feeling on her skin where his hands once sat and pulling her palms flat onto his built chest. Her back arched naturally, her breasts squeezed together in front of his eye-line, what he would call lucky much to his boyish mind, but it wasn’t like she didn’t know about his forever-long love for her tits, he marked them up enough in pink and purple blossoms around the ‘L’ necklace that claimed her. “This should be more comfortable, yeah? Still get to have you bouncing on my cock that you love so much, huh? You like that? Fucking yourself on my cock?”

“Yes,” her moans were high-pitched and breathy, head filled with desire from gliding along his cock that stuffed her. She wanted Luke to ruin her, make her remember that no one else could make her feel so sated with love as he could, and that no other cunt could stretch for him the way hers could. She relished in the way his cock dragged effortlessly, closing her eyes and letting her voice whine out raw felicity with every roll of her hips.

Luke was known among his friends to be handsy, barely able to keep his hands to himself and even in the moment, they found their way to her lower back, slipping down to cup her ass firmly, fingers kneading into her flesh like his own stress toy and something about the quiet possession of Luke’s infatuation sparked a brief surge of energy. Y/n rutted faster, with a slither of more force than she had been that had him bottoming out and hitting the deepest parts of her with every bump that took Luke by surprise, guttural moans splurging into the room until fading into desperate whimpers as walls clenched him tight. He bucked his hips up to meet her, to match her pace, to continue his ecstatic high that rushed to his head and fizzled his brain, grunts becoming louder.

“You’re pretty easy to please if you’re making noises like that,” she weakly smirked, sweat beads dripping down her temples, the vault in her chest that held confidence unlocking and seeping through her veins the more Luke’s voice left his lips, hearing his pleasure with her ears felt like a personal heaven and she could listen to him whine and writhe under her all night.

“Can’t help it, you’re just so tiny it drives me insane, fuck-” he rasped, voice vibrating through his chest as he thrust up, a craving for that fuzzy feeling in his stomach controlling him like a puppet. Seeing his hands mould over curves perfectly reminded him that he could see his own cock moving in and out of her.

“Oh yeah? What else drives you insane?” y/n panted, moving one hand from his pectoral and tracing one finger down the crevices of his abs just to lay her own hand flat against the bulge in her stomach and how it moved inside her, watching the fire light up in Luke’s eyes and feeling his need to impress shoot through her. He wanted to make her feel good, so good that she’d be thinking about it for weeks, but her stomach was coiling, a tight feeling and a keenness to coat his cock white and no man could resist a boost to his ego.

“The thought of stretching that little pussy, my hand around your throat, when you ask me for help because you can’t reach, and your cute panties peek from under my shirt,” he murmured, curls sticking to his forehead and his hand snaking from her ass to her nape, eyes searching hers, occasionally drifting to her bouncing tits he just had to get his mouth on some time.

Boost a man’s ego, it benefits both parties in this case. Lulling her head to one side, she gave her best doe eyes she could in her limping state, her legs losing their pace but pussy pulsing, calling out Luke’s name, for his fingers to touch her, “Well, can you help me now? I can’t reach my orgasm without you,”

Their eyes locked but he watched her hand move from her stomach to find his free hand, bringing it to her clit. He gave a simpering smile, raising his eyebrows yet obeying her demands and the pad of his thumb jolted cold against her burning bud, “Does my angel need me to rub her clit too? Like my fingers that much?”

“S’better when you do it, shit-” she breathed, breath trembling when his thumb began to circle her clit in slowly with firm pressure, “-yes Lu, like that, so much fucking better, need you.”

His chest swelled, being needed. She needed him. He’d never felt like anyone needed him personally before. Hockey didn’t need him; hockey needed a defenceman, and he just happened to fill that vacancy. But she needed him, just him and no one else could hear the aphrodisiacal noises of his girlfriend that filled his bedroom like music through a speaker. No one else could send shockwaves of pleasure through her system, have her eyes roll to the back of her head and most importantly, no one else could teach her how to ride his cock, have it drive in and out of her because her pussy was moulded for him and him only.

She leant into him, half from his hand on her nape pulling her softly and half by her own will and dire need to taste him. That space between them closed in a frenzy, noses bumped clumsily but wet lips pressed together, tongues asked no permission and jumping straight into their tango, moaning into each other as they lapped with saliva pooling in the corner of their mouths and moving in a languid rhythm.

His cock continued to plunge into her cunt, the slapping of wet skin seducing elongated, muffled whines from her with the coil in her stomach tightening every two hits to her cervix. Y/n pulled away panting, fizzling excitement in her chest with how he whimpered at the loss of her tongue on his own, his thumb rubbing over her clit in a satisfying rhythm that coaxed her closer to her climax.

“Wanted you to be the first,” she muttered between mewls, “and only, only need you. Need you to ruin me, Lu. Just wanna fit you.”

Luke threw his head back into the pillows, his heart palpitating harshly in his chest and releasing pants that strained out into whimpers hearing her voice chime in his ears. It was then he was reminded that he was the first and only, he was the first man she’d ever ridden, and he was teaching her how to do it, how to make him feel good and feeling ‘good’ was such an understatement for the truth. He was in heaven, the tight knot in his stomach ready to snap but he felt too delirious to let it end. From her nape, his hand slid down her back, palm flat and pushing her into his chest, nipples brushing against his skin until the intimacy of skin-to-skin eloped him like a hug, other arm winding around her waist and gripping her ass again, the corners of his lips quirking upwards at how she slotted like the last puzzle piece for him in his frame and hips stuttering with frantic greed.

Goosebumps ran along her when he nuzzled into her neck, his breath fanning and his moans muffling into her as his hips snapped up faster, with more need, y/n’s jaw slacking open. He drilled with so much ecstasy that she almost forgot she was supposed to be rolling her hips, content with letting him fuck her limp but the combination of gliding along his cock and clenching around him so tight he had to muffle his groans out to avoid a noise complaint sent too much dizzying euphoria to her head.

She rolled her hips again, the noise of their bodies working together almost obnoxious and thankfully Jack had gone out for the night, “Baby, please say something, wanna know if you feel as good as I do, m’gonna cum,”

He chuckled with his dopey grin into her neck, moving his lips to her ear and his voice rumbled, “Sorry, baby, fuckin’ me so good you’re makin’ my head go blank. I can’t think straight inside your pussy,”

Y/n’s muscles relaxed in relief, shockwaves washing through her before completely moulding into Luke, his hands holding her into him as the coil in her stomach released, wanton moans blessing his ears like his favourite song of the century, raw from her chest and like nothing he’d ever heard before, high-pitched and elongated with trembling thighs as she coated his cock white. Hearing her orgasm tear through her, his thrusting became sloppy, desperate until he spilt into the condom, arms wrapping around her waist and their breathing trying to find each other's pace in the silence of the room. They didn’t have to say anything to know how each other felt, their heartbeats matching, sweet kisses against cheeks and necks with gentle caressing of hands soothing over skins. Words didn’t need to express the depth of their love; they just knew each other like that.

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heartsbyani · 29 days ago

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﹙✧﹚ the scent of your love

ʕ -᷅ ༝-᷄ʔ : warm mornings with your boyfriend.

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑏f!skz ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑖m.𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ unc/hyung line. g. domestic fluff . 36OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ Yᗩᑎi's ᒪIᗷᖇᗩᖇY ⟢ cw. kissing , cuddling . ┆ 🍥 ⋮ req. headcanons .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note 𑁍ܓ hello hello, she makes an ot8 hc comeback !! thanking liliza for updating my humour and brainrot, forever annoyed and thankful. thanks to iza for minho's brainrot nickname too <3 currently changing up the theme too, barely half way done, whoops >< also gonna change the username!

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chrispy kreme ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits > that is if this man sleeps !!

mans is the ultimate human heater, his body radiates warmth, making you feel all cozy and safe. even in the summer, you find yourself wrapped up in his warmth.

he loves loves LOVE to stay close to you in his sleep (if that wasn't obvious), but he shifts positions a lot. one moment, he's spooning you with his arm draped protectively (very alpha sigma i see you chrizzler) over your waist, and the next, he's starfishing (i'm gonna be a star star ahh) across the bed.

the nights when he's super exhausted from schedule; now this is not very likely but lowkey i get the feeling that he'd knock out quick (because it's you) and barely moves, but if he’s restless, expect him to unconsciously tangle his limbs with yours.

he hates sleeping apart. if you even shift away a little in your sleep, his arm immediately snakes around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

sometimes, he’s so much more clingier in his sleep that if you try to move, he mumbles in protest. ⟡ “no, don’t leave me.” ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? my arms are literally your home.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

waking up next to chris means waking up to sliiightly wet, but soft kisses all over your face, collarbone and/or neck, raspy whispers, and the sound of his deep, morning voice murmuring against your skin.

the first thing he does upon waking up? pulls you even closer and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

he hums against your skin, sometimes singing random tunes that he's working on, softly if he feels like it. his voice is still husky, warm, and soothing in the mornings.

he’s a slow riser—likes to take his time waking up, staying in bed with his lover for as long as possible.

he is so down bad when you trace soft patterns on his bare back (because we all know that man either sleeps ass naked or with shorts.. it's probably the latter though) or card your fingers through his messy, natural brown curls while he slowly wakes up.

if you even try to get up, he tightens his grip and whines, his voice still sleepy as he pouts, ⟡ “mmm, naaauuur, just five more minutes.”⟡ “you’re really gonna leave me here? in this cold, cruel world?”⟡ “i worked so hard yesterday.. don’t i deserve a little extra love in the morning?”

lazy kisses everywhere. your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—he worships your face before he even fully wakes up.

his kisses are teasingly slow, lingering, and filled with warmth. he takes his time, savoring the way your lips feel against his.

if you try to dodge his kisses (just to tease him), he pouts dramatically before grabbing your face and peppering kisses all over.

he loves when you kiss him back—his lips curve into a lazy smile against yours.

if you say good morning first, he grins sleepily before responding: ⟡ “good morning, angel,” ⟡ “you’re the first thing i get to see every morning. how lucky am i?” ⟡ “mmm… you look too pretty in the morning. how do you do that?”

if it’s his day off, he stays in bed for hours—talking to you, playing with your fingers, or just laying there admiring you.

if he wakes up before you (very usual), he watches you sleep with the softest look in his eyes. he brushes stray hairs from your face and presses soft kisses to your temple. and almost a few minutes later, he slips out of the sheets carefully, and heads to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you, wearing nothing but sweatpants/shorts and messy bedhead curls.

if you’re still in bed while he cooks, he’ll come back to wake you up with kisses. ⟡ “wake up, princess. i made you breakfast.”⟡ “c’mon baby, don’t make me eat alone.” (pouting) ⟡ “if you don’t get up, i’m gonna carry you to the kitchen myself.” (he will pick you up so easily as if you're feater, 100%)

he loves simple, quiet mornings where it’s just the two of you existing together—no rush, no stress, just warmth and love.

when you wake up very cranky.. “why do mornings exist?” you'd groan. ⟡ “so i can wake up next to you.” “annoying.”⟡ “and yet, you love me.” (we saw this coming.)

when you sleepily mumble something incoherent.. ⟡ “…what was that?”“…pancakes.” (still half-asleep) ⟡ “you’re literally dreaming about food. that’s so cute.” (laughs, kissing your forehead)

when you try to leave the bed.. ⟡ “if you leave, i’m gonna be sad all day.” “you’ll survive.” ⟡ “will i?” (clutching his heart dramatically) “okay, fine, five more minutes.” ⟡ “i love you.” (smug)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. extremely. there’s no escaping his arms in the mornings. like i said, if you try to slip away, he will hook a leg over yours or grabs your waist to keep you in place.

some mornings, he literally pulls you on top of him and lets you rest on his chest while he strokes your back lazily.

he gets extra whiny if you have to leave the bed early, dragging you back down even if it’s just for a minute.

if you manage to somehow slip away, expect him to follow you—sleepily stumbling into the kitchen to find you.

if you’re making coffee, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you slightly. ⟡ “left me alone in bed… how could you?” (fake dramatic gasp) ⟡ “i need my morning cuddles, or i can’t function.” ⟡ “you better come back to bed after this.” (serious tone, but he’s grinning)

─ so.. waking up next to chris is like waking up to warmth, love, and pure comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and hopelessly in love with you—so expect soft kisses, sleepy smiles, and endless cuddles every single morning.

minheez nuts ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

minho isn’t the clingiest person when he’s awake, but something about sleeping next to you turns him into a human koala. he’ll fall asleep with you curled into his chest, one arm lazily draped around your waist.

he usually sleeps on his stomach or his side, with an arm tucked under the pillow. if you cuddle him in your sleep, you’ll wake up with your head resting on his arm or chest because he adjusted for your comfort.

if you’re cold, he’ll wordlessly pull the blanket over you, maybe teasing you about how you “should’ve brought a heater instead of stealing my body warmth.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he doesn’t let go easily in the morning either. even if you wake up before him, good luck getting out of bed—his grip tightens unconsciously if you try to leave.

almost all mornings, he wakes up first, but sometimes but refuses to move, just enjoying the warmth of having you there. if you shift or stir, he’ll nuzzle his face into your shoulder like a cat pretending to still be asleep.

sometimes, he’s the type to sigh dramatically if you try to roll away. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? we have rent to pay in this bed.”

minho is definitely an early riser, but he also has a soft spot for lazy, half-asleep kisses. he’ll hum in satisfaction when you kiss him first thing in the morning, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it.

the first kiss is always lazy—just a soft press of lips, half-lidded eyes, and a sleepy little smirk afterward.

if he wakes up before you, he’ll quietly admire you for a bit before giving your forehead a lingering kiss, his lips warm and slightly chapped.

sometimes, he gets playful and nips at your cheek or jaw just to hear you whine. ⟡ “aish, you’re so needy. you act like you love me or something.”

hahaha... i'm okay.. anyway. his morning voice. deep, raspy, and slow—like warm honey dripping from a spoon. he doesn’t talk much when he first wakes up, but when he does, his voice is even lower than usual.

he groans dramatically when stretching his back, arms wrapping around you like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. ⟡ “ugh… this is it. this is the end. i’m never getting up. i've gotten way too old.”

if you tease him for sounding extra husky, he’ll smirk and whisper directly in your ear just to fluster you. ⟡ “do you like it that much? should i keep talking?”

in those lazy mornings, he does take his sweet time waking up, stretching like a cat and blinking at you sleepily. however, in other cases, he'll be slipping out of bed at 7am, only to go make some breakfast and/or work out.

if you’re already up before him and doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lean his chin on your shoulder, mumbling, ⟡ “competing with my healthy lifestyle now?”

he insists that you both brush your teeth before exchanging any serious morning kisses, but he’ll still sneak in a few forehead or temple kisses beforehand.

if he’s feeling especially soft, he’ll let you sit on the bathroom counter while he brushes your hair lazily, making teasing comments the entire time.

he prefers to wake up naturally, but if he wakes up first and you’re still sleeping, he gets playful.

his favorite way to wake you up? poking your cheek repeatedly while whispering, “wake up, idiot.”

if that doesn’t work, he’ll start rubbing the tip of his nose against yours like an affectionate cat.

if he’s extra mischievous, he’ll just hover over you and stare until you wake up, pretending he wasn’t doing anything.

⟡ “you’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep, otherwise this would be boring.”

“min, let me go, i need to pee.”⟡ “sounds like a personal problem.”

“wake up, it’s getting late.”⟡ “time is a social construct.”

“your morning breath is kinda…”⟡ “and yet you’re still here, breathing it in. suspicious.”

“let’s just sleep forever.”⟡ “that’s not how life works.” “you’re so boring.”

⟡ “wow, you look amazing. like a raccoon who lost a fight with its reflection.”

⟡ “you snored so loudly last night, i thought an earthquake was happening.”

if you try to get revenge and tell him he snores, he’ll smirk. ⟡ “yeah? and yet you still slept next to me like a lovesick puppy. obsessed.”

he’ll dramatically complain if you steal his blanket. ⟡ “i knew this relationship was a scam. you just wanted my warmth and left me to freeze.”

he’s not above taking a sneaky picture of you drooling if the opportunity arises. you know we all want to see mingo's camera roll. blackmail material.

but if you ever caught him staring at you, he’d just roll his eyes and say, ⟡ “don’t flatter yourself.” (he totally loves waking up next to you, though.)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

5/10? he isn’t the type to beg for cuddles, but if you initiate them, he’ll accept them like a spoiled cat basking in attention.

however, in some tired mornings, his sleepiness overrides his usual tsundere tendencies, making him extra soft. he’ll bury his face in your neck or the crook of your shoulder, mumbling nonsense.

if you try to get up, he’ll tighten his hold and whine in a barely audible voice, ⟡ “five more minutes…”

he’ll casually drape an arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? the bed tax says you need to pay five more minutes of cuddles.”

if he’s feeling particularly lazy, he’ll trap you against him, completely deadweight, and mumble, ⟡ “mmm… stay.”

some mornings, he’ll just hook a finger into your waistband or shirt, keeping a loose hold as if to say, don’t go too far.

₍^. .^₎⟆

if soondoongdori come into the room while you’re still in bed, he’ll make them cuddle with you too. ⟡ “dori, look at her. she’s so lazy, just like you.”

if you wake up before him and start petting soonie or doongie, he’ll pretend to be jealous. ⟡ “unbelievable. you replaced me with my own kids.”

sometimes, he’ll wake up and find his cats curled up on your side of the bed, and he’ll say, ⟡ “traitors. i thought we were a team.”

─ minho is the type of boyfriend who acts unbothered but secretly adores every second of waking up next to you. his teasing never stops, but neither does his quiet affection. even if he pretends to be indifferent, he’s the kind of guy who’ll always make sure you’re warm, well-rested, and maybe just a little bit trapped under the covers with him ><

changbinary ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my man is an extremely cuddly sleeper. he always has an arm or a leg draped over you, no exceptions.

he prefers holding you against his big big plushy tiddies because he loves feeling you close, and he thinks it's the most protective way to sleep.

big spoon energy, but if you ever hold him from behind, he melts instantly. he won’t admit it, but he loves it when you trace little patterns on his back.

sometimes, he’ll unconsciously tighten his hold on you in his sleep, pulling you even closer like you might just disappear.

he grumbles when you try to move away, fully trapping you under him like a weighted blanket.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

this little baby... he gives a thousand lazy kisses the moment he wakes up. sleepy, warm, soft pecks all over your face—your nose, forehead, cheeks, lips. ⟡ “mmm, morning kisses are necessary. it’s the law.”

his lips are warm and plush in the morning, and he loves lingering kisses, his lips pressing against yours in a lazy, affectionate way.

he smiles into kisses when you kiss him back, of course !!!!!!! he’s so adorably giggly in the morning that sometimes he breaks into laughter while kissing you.

his morning voice is so much softer, deep, raspy, and extra cute when he’s still waking up. it’s slightly grumbly but soft.

he talks a lot in the mornings—he’ll wake up half-asleep and mumbling, sometimes saying random, nonsensical things. ⟡ “baby, do you think… pigs have a favorite color?” ⟡ "you're so warm… i think i might just stay in bed forever."

hums against your skin while burying his face in your shoulder.

he’s super warm when he wakes up, body heat radiating off him, making cuddling even cozier.

drowsy smiles. he wakes up grinning at you, eyes half-closed, dimples peeking through.

he rubs his eyes (cutely), then hides his face against your neck because he’s too lazy to get up.

he'd whisper before pressing a kiss to your collarbone. ⟡ “morning, angel,”

if he had a long schedule the night before, he’s extra slow to wake up, mumbling incoherently and pulling you into his chest so you don’t leave.

“binnie, we need to get up.” ⟡ “no, we don’t. society is a lie. time is fake. the only real thing is you and me in this bed.” “you have schedules.” ⟡ “i cancel them. i live here now. this is my new job.”

⟡ “you didn’t give me enough kisses this morning.” “i literally kissed you like, ten times.” ⟡ “well, it’s not enough. i require more. right now.” (leans in dramatically)

you'd poke his cheek. “baby, wake up.” ⟡ “five more minutes.” “you said that ten minutes ago.” ⟡ “mmm… i lied.” pulls you into a hug, trapping you under him.

when he finally wakes up properly, he stretches with a cute little groan, then reaches out for you immediately.

a gazillion forehead kisses before getting out of bed. always. it’s a rule.

sometimes, if he has energy, he picks you up bridal-style out of bed and carries you to breakfast.

loves cooking breakfast together—he makes the eggs while you make the coffee. but sometimes, he just hugs you from behind the entire time instead.

sits at the table, still groggy, resting his head on your shoulder while eating.

⟡ “my partner make the best latte,” he mumbles against your shoulder, completely leaning into you.

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100000/10. this man will not let you get out of bed.

if you try, he will pull you back, wrap his arms around your waist, and squeeze you against his chest (the changtiddies are literally pillows). ⟡ “nooo, don’t gooo. five more minutes. five. no, ten. no, just stay forever.”

he pouts if you escape his hold. but the moment you come back, he’s nuzzling into you, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

he loves when you rub his back or play with his hair in the mornings—it makes him so soft and sleepy again.

─ overall, this man is the cutest, clingiest, softest morning boyfriend who just wants to stay in bed and cuddle you forever. if he could, changbin would glue himself to you and never let go. (my cue to play glue song.....)

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₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

hyune loves being wrapped around you like an overgrown golden retriever. his long limbs tangle with yours, ensuring you physically cannot escape.

if he’s spooning you, expect muscular arm lockdown—his biceps are getting strong, and he unknowingly holds you way too tight in his sleep. you literally have to fight for your life to turn over.

in rare moments, when he’s the little spoon, he melts in your arms like a sleepy puppy, occasionally making soft content noises when you run your fingers through his hair.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

absolutely shameless about morning breath—this man does not give two shits.

his go-to is lazy, lingering forehead and back of the neck kisses, usually paired with a tight squeeze and a deep inhale of your scent. (yes, like a weirdo but he's cute, we'll give him that!)

neck nuzzling and soft, barely-there pecks along your jawline if he’s feeling extra affectionate. which is always.

lip kisses start slow and gentle, but turn into full-on whining when you try to pull away.

morning voice? deeper than the ocean, raspier than a lost voice.

the first few words he mumbles are always unintelligible, just a sleepy jumble of vowels and deep sighs.

his whiny voice comes out when he’s being clingy. ⟡ “nooooo, five more minutes… you love me, right? then prove it by staying.”

if he’s teasing, it’s in that low, smug tone. ⟡ “you can’t stop staring at me, hm? can’t blame you. i do look ethereal in the morning.”

his hair? a mess. bedhead to the max. we've seen this man's hair during recordings. HE CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS AWAY. even when he's kiwi now, yes.

sometimes, he wakes up before you and just stares at you, admiring how cute you look while sleeping.

if you wake up and catch him staring, he’ll grin all sheepishly and say, ⟡ “you looked like an angel. i couldn’t help it.”

big on ‘morning cuddles tax’—you must give him at least three kisses and five minutes of snuggling before you’re allowed to get up.

he always wakes up craving affection, so prepare for long, sleepy hugs and him burying his face into your neck.

those dimples? very visible because he’s extra smiley when he first wakes up.

and crescent eyes? puffy and adorable, especially when he rubs them with the back of his hand like a literal baby dumpling from that one mini movie.

if you tell him he looks cute, he’ll get all smug about it. ⟡ “of course i do. i was born like this.” (proceeds to flex his biceps)

how he wakes you up... the soft approach: slow, sweet back rubs and gentle whispers of your name.

the chaotic approach: flopping his entire body on top of you, yelling in your ear, ⟡ “wake up babyyyyy,”

the romantic approach: peppering kisses all over your face until you wake up giggling.

the annoying approach: poking your cheeks repeatedly and whispering, ⟡ “i know you’re awake. stop pretending.”

"hyune, let me go. i have to get up."⟡ "lies. you don’t have to do anything except stay here and love me."

⟡ “do you think i could become even more handsome?”“baby, it’s too early for this.”⟡ “just answer. do you think it’s possible? or am i already at the peak?”

"why are you looking at me like that?"⟡ because you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, and i need at least ten minutes to process it every morning."

"your hair looks crazy."⟡ "and yet, i still look good. fascinating."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100/10. extreme. this man is physically attached to you and acts offended if you try to move away.

if you get out of bed first, he will complain. ⟡ “babe. where are you going. babe. no. wait—babe. come back.”

if you ignore him, expect dramatic flopping, like a pup who just got abandoned.

when he’s half-awake, he blindly reaches for you, pulling you back into his chest without opening his eyes.

─ overall, hyunjin in the morning is a clingy, dramatic, lovesick, messy dumpling who refuses to let you go. he’s all warmth, sleepy smiles, and lazy kisses, pulling you close like you’re his favorite dream he never wants to wake up from. mornings with him feel like love wrapped in soft blankets.

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siriuslylantsov · 2 months ago

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morning glory

pairing: spencer reid x reader

description: following the events of drunken confessions. the next morning after spencer tells you he loves you, albeit drunk and half asleep, you don't know if he means it.

tags: fluff, gn!reader, hangover but i dont dwell on it, whiny!spencer (lol), so so soft, r is so unsure but she just needs reassurance.

a/n: omg my first pt 2 as per popular demand (3 people asked), happy reading!

wc: 1.6k

i love you.

three words that bounce from one end to the other in your head, like a pendulum, reverberating across the hard surface of your skull. it echoes through the small space of your ear canal, taking up entirely too much space. it repeats with the beat of your pulse, heart thudding in a steady rhythm.

suffice it to say, you barely slept. running the words over and over for some kind of clarity. instead you preoccupied yourself with watching spencer sleep, like you are now.

with the sunrise, came light. light that filtered through the curtains just enough that you could see his face. his lips are slightly parted, soft puffs of air that don’t quite reach you. they’re pulled down minutely, in a little frown, seemingly how his face falls when he's unconscious. it's sweet. his eyebrows twitch, creasing momentarily, you wonder if he’s dreaming, or if it's a nightmare.

your fingers itch to reach out and touch him, soothe the line. but he's so peaceful, you don't know if you want to wake him up. you never get to see him like this, without the weight of the world on his shoulders, unthinking. so you stall a bit, let the wave of serenity pass before it comes crashing down in the form of a violent hangover.

you probably stay like that for an hour, an hour spent admiring his features. it's easier than confronting what he said. he’d stayed in the same position all night, curled up on his side, facing you. you’re leaning on your elbow now, looking down at him from above. his face moves, nuzzling into the pillow beneath his head. it causes that same stubborn strand of hair to fall loose.

you give in and touch him this time, tucking the piece behind his ear. you trace a finger over his brow bone and then down the slope of his perfect nose. this causes him to stir, eyes fluttering open as he takes in his surroundings before they land on you. they instantly soften.

“morning,” you whisper, wary of your volume.

“hey,” he croaks, voice riddled in sleep. all his features pull up, twisted in a grimace as his head throbs. he rolls onto his back, bringing his fingers up to his temple, rubbing the pads of them in between his eyebrows.

“where's your aspirin?”

he hums in thought, or in pain, it's uncertain. “the um- drawer,” he points beside him aimlessly, eyes still closed. he's about to move to get it but you stop him, leaning over his body to reach the bedside table next to him. you reach over him, hovering awkwardly over his body. you shiver imperceptibly when his hand settles on your waist for support, an unconscious action, you suppose. when you find it, you give him a pill and he swallows, his hand falls back to his side.

“what time is it?” he grumbles.

“quarter to twelve,” you respond, barring a quick look at the analog clock that sat on his dresser.

he harrumphs, something of acknowledgement. you didn’t think he’d be this grumpy waking up but you don't mind, it's awfully cute.

“it’s so bright,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut further, if possible.

“your eyes are closed.”

“my retinas are burning,” he whines, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield him from the sunlight in a thespian flourish.

“so dramatic,” you huff as you get up to close the curtains, the smile in your voice irrefutably evident. you peek out the window first, your car is still parked outside, you stayed the night!

when you sit back down on the bed, his head seeks you out, laying gently on your lap. you card a hand through his hair, the action seemingly appropriate. he lets out a hum, satisfied.

“do you remember much from last night?” you ask, trying to come off casual, the question is loaded to say the least. plus, you don't know if alcohol affects an eidetic memory the same way. maybe he remembers everything, like always.

“no,” he says with a little shrug. “well, i remember going to the bar and morgan spilling a shot on his shirt but that's it.”

oh. so not that differently.

“well, i'm sure he’ll appreciate you remembering that,” you chuckle, ruffling his hair. with a long sigh, you decide to not bring it up. it’ll come back to him, surely. you’ll wait for him to come to you about it.

you lift his head off your lap and let him sink back into the pillows. “how about you freshen up and i’ll make you some toast?”

his eyes peek open, barely. “yes please,” he replies meekly, a small smile in tow.

you put slices of bread into the toaster on his counter, leaning against it as you wait. what happens if he doesn't remember? will you tell him? how do you even bring that up?

hey spencer! last night you told me you love me. do you?

the loud spring of the toaster startles you back to the moment. behind his bedroom door, you can hear the faint sound of his shower running and you remember you’re still in his clothes. god, you're gonna have to wear yesterday's clothes back home. you mindlessly take the hot toast out and set it on a plate, wincing when you hold them for too long. you put 2 more slices of bread in, for you of course.

you decide to make some eggs too, pulling the carton out of the fridge and getting a pan from beside his sink. you move with surprising ease through his kitchen, like you’d been there before. you haven't, but again, it's so easy with spencer, it apparently extends to his home too. you hum absentmindedly, cracking an egg into a bowl and beating it with a fork. you don’t know it yet but spencer's watching you, having finished his shower.

it all comes back to him slowly, as he puts on a new change of clothes, skin still a little damp.

asking penelope for a drink, drinking it, thinking, thinking about you, you showing up? maybe he was magic. you sitting with him, talking to him, taking him home. he remembers stumbling up the stairs, his arm thrown haphazardly over your shoulders and yours hooked around his waist.

“you're so nice, y’know?”

“yeah? you won't think so tomorrow morning.”

you tucked him in, stayed when he asked you to. you told him about your breakup and he told you, oh, he told you he loved you.

shit.

he has to make this right. he's quick to feed his arm into the last sleeve and walk out of his room. however, he stops when he sees you. swaying lightly, humming a tune he recognises from last night, standing there in his clothes. he thinks he might die. clearly, he wasn’t paying much at all when he woke up earlier. damn headache.

“i told you i loved you.”

your head snaps in his direction, unaware of his presence. you jump a little before calming. “yeah... you did,” you confirm, trying to keep your tone light. it wasn't a question but you still answer. he remembers.

“and you told me to tell you again when i wake up,” he recalls.

you chuckle quietly, “i didn't realise you heard that.”

“i did.”

you nod, slowly, expectantly, for him to say something else, anything else.

“i love you.” there it is.

“you mean that?” your voice comes out way smaller than you intended. he still hasn't moved.

“of course i do,” he says with a sigh, inching his way closer. you look like you're going to spook.

“okay,” you breathe, looking down at your fingers, you begin to ramble. “it's just, last night- you were drunk and sleepy and well, tired and i didnt know if you were being honest or just saying it on whim.”

he's suddenly in front of you and you can't look at him. he's fine with that, it makes it slightly easier.

“hey, i mean it. i love you. i’m sorry i said it how i did, it wasn't fair. and you don't have to say anything back, i just- want you to know.”

you look up at him now, eyes searching, and when you find sincerity in his eyes, you soften, muttering out a quiet “okay.” your lips twist to the side, trying not to smile, but glee fills out every nook and cranny of your body. he takes this as a good sign and lets out the breath he didn't realise he was holding, smiling back at you.

“so,” you start, seemingly casual. “how do you take your eggs?”

spencer laughs, amused by your change in topic. he nods toward the bowl of already beaten eggs, “scrambled.”

you nod, firmly. you pick up the bowl and move to the stovetop, but not before grabbing his fingers with your free hand and pulling him with you.

your thumb glides along the curve of his forefinger as you hold it between your bodies, waiting for the pan to heat up. you’re biting your lip so much, you think you might draw blood. you’re unbearably happy. and you think you’re doing a good job of hiding it but you’re not. spencer can see the way you giddily twitch by his side, opting on not saying anything about it as he smiles softly.

“you love me,” you tease, singsong, dragging out the ‘love’. your head leans against his shoulder.

“mhm,” he confirms. ”you’re never gonna let me live this down, huh?”

“nope,” you chirp, pressing a chaste kiss to his shirt.

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djarincore · 11 months ago

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TAGS: incubus!ghost, smut, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, PIV

A/N: i had a hard time falling asleep the other night and between that weird state of feeling awake but also asleep i felt this weird sensation of someone touching me sooo... INCUBUS!GHOST banner: @/cafekitsune

this version is definitely sexier than unsettling lol

Slipping between the realm of reality and dream, you lay on your stomach in a half-awake state of grogginess and confusion.

There's a hand on your leg—and, it's slipping further and further up your thigh.

It's heavy against your skin. You feel the individual fingers curve around the meat of your thigh. Then another trails your waist and down your hip.

For a moment you feel like there are hands all over you, touching you, caressing you. A light, unrestrained moan slips past your lips.

The part of your brain that typically jumps into action, demanding for you to kick or scream, remains dormant. You’re too tired to care enough to open your eyes and face what will ultimately be nothing.

In its exhaustion, your brain is conjuring up phantom touches. That's all this is. It will go away and you'll finally be able to slip back into unconsciousness. Or maybe you were already asleep and dreaming.

You bury your face into your pillow and ignore the tricks your brain is playing on you.

But the hands remain persistent, slipping between your thighs, cupping your cunt. You tense as the hand slides your panties to the side, a thick finger drags down the seam of your slit.

“You awake?”

A gruff voice jolts you out of your daze. You turn yourself onto your back and come face to face with a phantom.

A large figure looms over you. His body hides the sliver of moonlight shining through your window, shrouding you and him in darkness. Though his body is that of a man, he isn't entirely human. His face, if you can even call it that, resembles a skull, hollow eyes stare down at you.

Your lips part, only to realize your mouth is dry, a scream barely forms. You attempt to scramble away from his hands, pushing yourself against the headboard.

“Ah, not so fast,” he grunts, gripping your hands and pulling you back flat against the bed. He pins your hands against your chest, squeezing when you wiggle against his grip. “I’m not nearly finished with you.”

Your tongue darts out to swipe across your lower lip. “What do you want?”

The entity doesn't respond right away. He's distracted by the bobbing of your throat as you try to swallow your fear. A hand reaches out to skim the skin along your neck, tracing up the column of your throat with his knuckles.

You hate that his touch is so gentle—so gentle it makes your legs clench. Your brows furrow as you try to push away the desire pooling in your belly as he touches you.

“Same as you,” he says. His hand moves to cradle your cheek, but you turn your head, making him grab your jaw and face him once more.

He leans in close. You see nothing but darkness beyond the holes in his skull mask; the lower half of his face is simply shadow. “Need a good fuckin’. So, lay still and let me work.”

As you breathe him in, smoke and musk, your eyes feel heavy. It's almost pleasant to be stuck in this state, just on the edge of unconsciousness. Your thoughts are a haze, limbs relaxed and limp, pliant beneath him.

“That's right, just give in to it,” he coos, releasing your jaw and wrists. He slides your T-shirt up to reveal your breasts, running his thumb over your pert nipples. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against you. Your chest heaves, but you can't do much against him besides lay vulnerable as he touches you.

He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit, chuckling when your hips twitch. A finger pets your slit, gathering your wetness along the tip and guiding it back to your clit. He works you up until your legs tremble around him and then pushes two thick fingers into your tight hole. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

You're a whimpering mess and awfully tired. The more he builds your climax the heavier your eyes get. “I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at your sheets.

He lowers himself to your cunt, letting his tongue join his fingers, lapping at your juices and moaning. He hums, something low and lulling, “Good girl, let go for me.”

You do as he commands, tightening around his fingers and coming on his hand. The rest of the world begins to fall away as you come down from your orgasm.

You wake to the wet sounds of him fucking you. His cock slides out of your dripping, sore cunt only to thrust back in, fitting snug in your tight walls. Your legs are pushed up, spread and open for him to fit between.

You don't know how long he's been in you or how long you’ve been passed out. “S-Stop,” you whine, hoping to get a break. Even though you assume you slept, you're still exhausted. You fear whatever this entity wants from you, once he has it, you'll never wake up again.

“No,” he grunts. His voice now takes on a heavy rasp, grating and no longer soothing. “Fuckin’ take it.”

“Please,” you whimper. It's pathetic, breathless but all you can seem to muster. “Don't kill me.”

He laughs and the sound echoes through you. He rubs your puffy clit, making you flinch from the sensitivity and clench around him.

“Oh, ‘m not killin’ you; I'm keepin’ you.”

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kissbyoon · 2 months ago

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( 🎧 ) . ݁₊ “LOVELY BOYFIE!”

╰┈ Wonwoo can fight anyone! Even his own miniteen plush.

₍ 𝑓𝘵. ₎ 𓈒 원우 ˶ fluff, est. relationship * skinship, reader being moody, cutie wonu ⎯⎯ 1.1k ꒱ ✦ bf!wonu x f!reader

♪ A/N : I don't think my words are enough to express how adorable this man is !? | FOXDUNGEE UGH MY CUTIE PIE.

Dragging your feet along the wooden carpeted floor, you made noises of distress.

You throw yourself on the couch with a loud thud─causing your boyfriend to call out in concern.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Hearing this, you immediately turn your head, expecting him to finally walk out of his room into the broad daylight—only to be disappointed.

Wonwoo had been in his personal office, gaming and gaming the whole day. To be fair, you shouldn't be bothered right now because he has spent the entire last two days with you, without any distractions. But that doesn't mean he has to be sitting in that same chair and game for literally six hours.

“I'm not okay.” Your tone feigned nonchalance, followed by a scoff that Wonwoo didn't fail to pick up. You could hear some shuffling, but also knew it wasn't him standing up from that damn seat.

“Just five more minutes, okay?” your boyfriend shouted from his office, and you didn't bother to reply because he had been saying that for God knows how many times now. Instead, you get up and head towards your shared bedroom—hoping to pass the time by scrolling through your phone.

As you enter, you're immediately hit by the familiar scent of Wonwoo. It wasn't a surprise. He stays in the bedroom for the whole day, and sometimes even replaces your side of the bed with his.

Sighing with disappointment, you lay down on your bed and reach out for your phone. But as you look at the screen, it flashed with a picture of Foxdungee—wonwoo’s miniteen plushie. You notice it wasn't yours, but Wonwoo’s phone. He left it here when he went to his office.

Foxdungee.

You get up and immediately start searching for it. If not Wonwoo, at least his miniteen plush can keep you company.

Just as you take it out of your closet, you hug it tightly and jump back to the bed. You grab Wonwoo’s phone and take a few selfies with it, before playing a short movie to watch while you pass the time.

An hour passed, then two, and then three—

The clock hit 12 at noon, you were under the bed sheets, completely snuggled in, when you heard the door slowly open and close—indicating that Wonwoo finally decided to get up from his gaming seat, looking for you.

“Baby?” He softly called out, approaching the bed and taking a seat beside you as your back faced him. He caught the bright flash from the screen of your (his) phone, and smiled; thinking you were waiting for him this whole time instead of taking a nap.

Wonwoo sneaked an arm around your waist, his hand hit a soft thing that you held close to yourself. He frowned, snuggling closer to your back as he raised his head to get a look at what you were holding—

Foxdungee.

Bursting into a giggle, he buried his face in your neck and pressed a peck there, dramatically letting out a ‘mmwah!'

“You're holding Foxdungee thinking it's me? You love me that much, baby?” His tone carried a hint of amusement along with teasing, gently trying to move the plush out of your grip so you can hold him instead.

But your grip was tight. His lips unconsciously formed a little pout at his failed attempt to move Foxdungee.

“Baby—”

“Get off me,” you muttered, loud enough for him to catch it, as you removed his hand from your waist and sat up on the bed.

Wonwoo, dumbfounded, looked up at you with a genuinely confused expression, but he didn't wait another second before sitting up as well—his hands reaching up to rest on your thigh by instinct.

“What happened?” He could simply stare at you with big, confused eyes.

“Who do you think you are?” You eyed him.

“Huh?” Wonwoo muttered, tilting his head in confusion. “Is this a punishment for your lovely boyfriend?”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” you looked at him with a confident look, and he swears he heard you wrong, because, what?

You loosen your grip around Foxdungee, lifting it up with your hands as you waved it. “This is.”

The way Wonwoo’s face immediately shifted to a one that spoke volumes, made it difficult for you to hold in your laugh.

“What the fuck,” in disbelief, Wonwoo stared down at the plush in your hands—now finding himself frowning at the way you held it so gently and close to you, but not your actual boyfriend.

“Haha, so funny, I actually laughed. Now give me that,” he faked his laugh, reaching out to grab Foxdungee with a tight grip, trying to pull it away from you.

“Hey! Stop that—” you argued back, pulling it towards you with full force as well.

It felt like two kindergarten kids fighting over a plushie, except that one of them wanted to throw it away because he didn't like the way you held it so close to yourself.

The atmosphere shifted like the weather in early spring. A little pushing and pulling caused a whole pillow fight, trapping you both in a light-hearted and sweet moment with laughs and smiles.

And you both definitely didn't just ignore the way Foxdungee had been completely ripped apart…

“Wait,” you interrupted, suddenly quieting down. “Where's Foxdungee?”

Just as you start to look around, Wonwoo gently grabs your shoulder and pushes you down on the bed, hovering above you, with a playful dissatisfied frown.

“Who cares?” He leaned down to peck your lips, pulling away with a smile. “I'm your boyfriend, not my miniteen plush. And I'm better.”

You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I don't think so. Your miniteen plush doesn't sit in its office for hours and hours, neglecting its girlfriend.”

A bit of teasing won't hurt—you thought.

Wonwoo chuckled and let himself fall on top of you, burying his face in your neck with a whine. “Don't say that, I'm sorry. I love you..”

Just that, made you fold immediately. You grab his face, guiding him to pull away so you could look at him. As he did so, you flash the brightest grin Wonwoo might have ever seen and press a long kiss on his lips, making him grin as well.

“I think I forgive you, my lovely boyfriend.”

In moments like these, you realise that your significant other taking a few hours for themselves doesn't cause their love to lessen for you.

“Thank you,” closing his eyes, Wonwoo laid his head on your chest, his face lit up with a smile that you could feel when you gently touched his lips.

“Your lovely boyfie promises to never leave you out ever again.” He pecked your hand and snuggled in closer.

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aquarius-johnny · 14 days ago

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“we’re just friends, right?”

au: friends to lovers

warnings: bestfriend! johnny, suggestive, fluff, mutual pining, reader and johnny are down bad for each other

summary: friends don’t really look at each other the way you two do, right?

your friendship with johnny confuses everyone.

they notice the way johnny’s hand lingers a little too long on your body after finding any excuse to touch you, the way he endearingly strokes your hair out of comfort — mostly for his than for yours, and the way his eyes automatically search for you in a sea of people as if you’re his anchor that’s keeping him grounded.

it never goes unnoticed how you steal glances when you think no one is looking, how you always find an excuse to compare your small hands to his just so you can hold it for a moment, how you always forget to bring a jacket every time it’s cold out so johnny has yet another reason to let you borrow his.

or how you both always opt to share one drink, always using the excuse that you won’t be able to finish one on your own. how you both casually grab each others hand in a crowd of people so you both don’t lose each other. how neither of you accept the advances someone makes towards you two, always telling potential suitors that you’re already seeing someone — something one of you did first and now both of you do it.

it doesn’t matter how many times your friends have wondered or how many times strangers have asked, your answer to their question — are you two dating? — is always no, he’s just a friend. but they know friends don’t look at each other the way you two do. it’s always a will they or won’t they situation that secretly has your friends either rooting for both of you or are annoyed with the situation as a whole. either way, they’re hooked.

with enough nagging from your friends and family, you begin to question the authenticity of your friendship with your best friend. so does johnny. but neither of you do anything about it.

it’s not a foreign idea — for you two, at least — to have co-ed sleepovers, much to the dismay from both families. it’s harmless. nothing more happens than just sleeping and you swear up and down that absolutely nothing happens between the two of you in bed.

johnny keeps his hands to himself — for the most part. aside from the occasional arm slinging over your abdomen or the casual spooning with his arm over your waist when you wake up. but you’re both unconscious when it happens, so it isn’t his fault, right?

you on the other hand, can’t say you’re as disciplined as your best friend. everything you do always comes in the form of accidents — accidentally moving your hips against him when he’s spooning, you swear you’re just adjusting your position; accidentally grazing his morning wood with your hand when you get out of bed to use the bathroom, you’re half asleep and groggy so you have no idea what your body parts are up to until you get at least a cup of coffee in your system; accidentally forgetting to pack some pajama shorts in your overnight bag so you’re forced to sleep in a shirt and underwear during the night, always telling yourself you won’t forget to pack a pair next time.

johnny doesn’t bring it up, though. you’re not sure if he knows it’s happening or if he enjoys waking up to it as much as you do. so it just continues to happen with unspoken words between you two.

until now.

staring at the ceiling above you as you lay in johnny’s bed, you softly let out his name and wait for him to respond.

he gives you a low hum.

“i have something on my mind.” sitting up, you shift your body to look at him. you watch his eyes flutter open before he sees you looking down.

sitting up, he languidly shifts his body weight to rest on the palm of his hands that are placed slightly behind him. “what’s wrong?” he rasps, one hand extending towards his nightstand to turn on a lamp.

“no, wait, don’t turn it on yet,” you quickly say, halting his movements.

the only light source gleams from his bedroom window, reflecting the busy city’s skyline.

retracting his hand, you see his brows knit together in confusion. “what’s going on?” he asks again, this time placing a hand on your lower back after adjusting his sitting position to push himself further up the bed with his back pressed against the pillows that line his headboard.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a long time now,” a shaky exhale leaving your lips. “and i need you to stay still for me.”

“okay,” he lets out quietly, feeling the tension building between the two of you.

leaning into him slowly, your hand gently cups his jaw, heart thumping hard against your chest, and your lips begin to lightly tremble.

softly pressing your lips against his, johnny’s body tenses in surprise before he quickly relaxes and captures your bottom lip between his, moving his lips in sync with yours.

you sit there for a moment, basking in the reality that you’re kissing your best friend — kissing him with passion, lust, and sexual frustration entwined with every single movement of your lips.

his hands grip your waist, naturally pulling your body into his. you allow it to happen, your body tightly against his chest. he lifts his chin to keep his lips attached to yours as you’re nearly hovering over him before you position yourself on his lap to cradle him.

as you pull away, his lips chase yours — needing to feel them on his again.

“no, don’t stop, please,” he begs quietly right before his hands cup the sides of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you.

butterflies swarm your stomach, your lips matching his movements.

his arms wrap around you, pulling your body into his, desperate to keep you close as if he fears this is all a dream he’s about to wake up from.

you slowly pull away from him, again, pressing your forehead against his. your lips are hovering over each other, breathing in each other’s air.

“was it okay that i did that?” you softly ask.

“it’s more than okay.” a smile pulling from the corners of his mouth. “i’m glad you did.”

a sigh of relief leaves you before it quickly disappears, nerves taking over once again. “are we still just friends?” you nervously ask him, pulling back to create some distance between the two of you.

he flickers between your eyes, moving a strand of fallen hair away from your face. he softly laughs. “was i really just a friend to begin with?”

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mantou-rin · 10 months ago

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Midnights With You

Prompt: You can't sleep and your boyfriend's lap looks too comfortable

Characters: Kozume Kenma, Reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort?

Word count: 551

A/N: I wrote this at work so please do not expect much, I'm just here to fuel your delusions. Also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry if there are any errors

Aside from the clicking sounds of a keyboard, the room was otherwise silent. You lay aimlessly on the bed as you scrolled through your phone, your eyes taking in the various contents social media had to offer.

It was pushing 2am, and you knew very well that you should be going to bed soon, but you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep for some reason.

Looking up from your phone, you took in the sight of your boyfriend focused on the computer screen, his fingers moving expertly across the keyboard as he played his game.

Right. He did tell you there was a new update today so that was probably why he was so set on playing it tonight.

The lights at his table had been dimmed to a comfortable setting, one which he knew you had no problem falling asleep to. He was also a quiet gamer for the most part, so why was it you couldn’t fall asleep?

Perhaps there was a lingering feeling of you wanting to spend more time with him, but the two of you had already been out the whole day - both of you visited a cat cafe this morning and proceeded to go to a gaming pop-up exhibition that he had been looking forward to for weeks. You acknowledged that he had spent a good chunk of his time with you, and you also understood that he needed his alone time to wind down, which is why you didn't object when he told you he wanted to spend the night gaming.

So why were you being so needy right now?

You found your body moving unconsciously, and before you knew it, you were standing by your boyfriend’s side. He sensed your presence and immediately looked up from his game, his eyes meeting yours. Just a quick glance and he could tell you were exhausted, your shoulders were slumped and your eyes were about to close. Given he was smart, so he also concluded that somehow you had problems falling asleep despite the optimal environment he set for you.

Naturally he removed his headphones and adjusted his position in a way that you had easy access to his lap. He gestured for you to come take a seat and you felt your body falling into his, your head finding a comfortable position on his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Kenma…” you mumbled.

You felt one of his hands rubbing circles on your back, while the other held your head close to him. You felt so comfortable it was almost therapeutic.

Kenma went back to his game shortly after, and you could vaguely feel his arms moving, but his body was relaxed.

“He must be winning right now” you thought to yourself.

You weren't sure how long more you stayed awake, but you remembered falling asleep soon after - which was unfortunate because Kenma wore the faintest smile on his face and his cheeks were tinted a soft pink, a rare sight which you were not able to witness.

“I guess the gaming can wait” Kenma softly mumbled to himself before turning off the computer. Gently his hands found themselves in the same position as before - one hugging you tight and the other holding your head close to him.

Very soon he too, fell asleep.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff

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sukiyurii · 4 months ago

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Scared to Dance Alone

Sevika x Reader (f!reader) (fluff & angst) SFW!

You get hurt on a mission and Sevika feels her worst fears come to life.

men dni

One second, you have the sole of your boot pressed menacingly onto the back of a brawler’s neck, one that had been protecting the newest chem-baron Silco had sent you after. Sevika is on the other side of the room, her metal claws pierced into another man’s abdomen as she interrogates him harshly. The next second, there’s an agonizing pain that splits across your skull and your world begins to spin as you collapse to the ground, body thudding loudly against the splintering wood.

You feel your head knock against the floor before the lights go out, leaving you limp. You lie on the floor, completely unaware of the bustling commotion around you as Sevika is quite literally tearing those men apart, sparing them no mercy as she sends their bodies through the tables. She hauls you up, keeping an arm tucked beneath your knees and the other around your waist. She shakes your body gently so that your head lolls over onto her shoulder, providing as much support as she can.

She treads through the streets, keeping an angered expression on her face. Bulldozing through the crowds, shoulder-checking people left and right as she runs as fast as her body will take her through the smoked-out streets. She keeps her arms tight on you, but her hold is as gentle as possible. She crashes through the door of your shared apartment, kicking it shut as she steps inside. Unfortunately, unless you were bleeding out, no shitty medical center in all of Zaun would be able to take you in.

She opts for gently laying you down on the bed and peeling your jacket away from your knocked-out form. She grabs a rag and dampens it and snatches the make-shift first aid kit from the bathroom before rushing back towards you. She pulls a rickety chair to the edge of the bed and sits down on it, loud boot clanking against one of the legs. She grits her teeth as she swipes the wet cloth over your rosy cheeks with an uncharacteristic gentleness, washing away the dried blood and dust.

Her hands move swiftly as they rub at the injuries and grime, pushing your baby hairs away from your sweaty forehead. She leans forward to press her lips against your forehead and mumbles a quiet “I’m sorry,” against your skin. “I really need you to wake up for me, yeah? I really fucking need you to get up,” She continues, desperation lacing it’s way into her voice. “I can’t do this shit without you, c’mon,” She pleads, sniffling as she swallows back the tears that threaten to break free.

Long, horrific, silent minutes pass as she stares down at your unconscious form, tracing the back of her knuckles across your features. She keeps a wary smile on her face as she simply just watches you, encapsulated by your beauty. “Please, just fucking wake up,” She repeats, finally letting out a soft cry as the tears slowly roll down her cheeks. She reaches up to wipe the stray tear from her cheek, ultimately smearing the blood spat that was already on her face.

You’ve both gotten scuffed up plenty of times, gotten your fair share of punches and blows that knock your bodies over; (more so you than her). However, she has never seen you like this. This lifeless, this hurt, this broken. She has watched you take on armies of men, put down countless guards and goons. But she has never seen you so… withered, before.

It’s as if her worst fears have crawled from the depths of her brain and painted themselves right before her eyes. She feels like a failure, that she had one job to do and she fucked it up. She always manages to, right? People get too close, then they get hurt, and then she does the one thing she knows she can do. She fixes it, and she will fix it over, and over, and over, until her fingers bleed and she can’t stand upright anymore.

You stir slightly at her movements, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks. You hum out quietly and reach for her hand, weakly grabbing onto it. “Vika?” You say quietly, lazily prying your eyes open. She immediately tightens her fingers around yours and sits up straighter, eyes lighting up at the sound of your breaking voice.

“Hey, pretty girl,” She murmurs, stroking her thumb over the backs of your bloody knuckles. “Can’t keep letting me do all the work, you know that I hate dancing alone.” She continues, soothing the cloth over your hand. You chuckle quietly at her poor attempt of lightening the mood, which quickly falls into a weak cough. “Easy, easy,” She comments, smoothing her hand over your chest.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, watching your behavior closely as she looks for any signs of discomfort. “Mm… I’m okay, other than my head,” you reply, giving her a weak smile. She nods at your words and strokes her fingers through your hair gently. “Can you stay awake for me while I go get you some ice?” She questions sweetly. Once you nod, she presses another kiss to your forehead and departs for the kitchen.

You really do have to fight to keep your consciousness, clinging onto anything and everything you can until she returns. Once she does, she gently pulls you up by the back of your head and places an ice-pack wrapped in a rag onto your pillow. She lowers your head back onto it, soothing her thumb over your temple.

“Had me real scared, y’know that?” She says, sitting on the edge of the bed as she pulls her boots off. You listen as they thud against the floor, keeping your heavy eyes on her. “I didn’t mean to,” You reply, staring up at her with big eyes as she crawls onto the bed next to you. “I know, baby, it’s not your fault.” She responds, settling on her side, scooping you up into her arms.

She holds the ice-pack against your head with her mechanical arm, using her flesh arm to push your shirt up and softly stroke her fingers over your bruised back. “Just stay with me, let me take care of you.” She says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. Her lips feel like a ghost against yours as she remains mindful of the cut on your lip.

“I love you, so much,” She whispers, and your breath hitches at the words. It’s not rare for her to say it, but it’s not common. She finds vulnerability in general very, very hard, but she will always show you in other ways. She does it mainly through action, whether it’s buying you an outfit you saw and just had to have, or by dropping off the newest pound of gold that you both had stolen off of one Silco’s rivals. You grin at the scowl on his face, chuckling as his lips curl into a snarl at your boastful behavior.

Her love and devotion to you is violently undeniable, no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Anyone with half-decent eyesight, or none at all, could never miss the way her eyes almost sparkle as she looks at you with a reverence no one, or nothing else would ever receive. The love she feels for you is unprecedented, something that could never be replicated. You softened the heart of the most feared woman in the entire city, you have completely undone her.

“I love you, too,” You repeat, brushing your lips together gently. You pull away to hold her jaw, pressing your foreheads together, “Thank you for everything, for always bringing me back home,” You continue, tucking your body closer to hers as you chase the comforting warmth. “We also need to get you into the shower, you’re filthy.” You chuckle, reaching for the discarded cloth behind you, gently working it over her bloody cheek.

#arcane #sevika x reader #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #sevika #wlw post

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mysicklove · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

DAY 8: TOYS

With: Giyuu Tomioka

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Sub! Giyuu, gn! reader, modern day au, vibrators, bullet vibrator, anal play, nipple clams, vibrating cock ring, reader lowkey sadistic, safeword mentioned, giyuu crying/sobbing,

A/N: i struggled writing this and i have no idea why. welp.

“There are so many…Where did you find them?” Giyuu mumbles into your neck, sitting behind you on your shared bed, completely bare. His face has turned a bright red, and hes getting extra clingy, meaning that he must be embarrassed. But he is embarrassed majority of the time you do anything remotely not vanilla, so you are used to it.

You sit with a grin, staring at the items layed in front of you. Most of them are a shade of pink, but some are purple, or dark blue. Toys. You have acquired a bunch of sex toys, and today you were going to try them out on your adorable, stone-faced, boyfriend. “Online. Do you want me to explain what they all are?”

He nods into the back of your neck, peering over your shoulder, and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

His eyes scan the multitude of silicon, and the strangely shaped devices. He has never owned nor even talked about sex toys, and the fake pussy is staring right at him, and is making him squirm uncomfortably. You pick it up, laughing at the way he seems to cower at it. “This is a fleshlight. We also have another one over here,” This one was a green color, and just looked like a cylinder with texture on the inside. He liked this one immediately more. “You fuck it instead of your hand.” He blushes at the bluntness of your words but nods.

You set the two down, and Giyuu makes sure to turn away the lewder fleshlight so that it doesn’t face him. You giggle at him but don’t say anything and begin to search for your next item.Your hands trace to a white wand-shaped item, bigger than the rest of them. “Watch this,” You say, clicking on the button to see it jump to life. Giyuu’s eyes widen at the loudness of it, and how strong the vibrations are, and he unconsciously leans into you. “This is a vibrator.” You place it on his chest, and he jumps when they graze his sensitive nipples, shooting you a half-hearted glare. “We also have a bullet vibrator.” You grab the pink circular vibrator with the long attachment cord. “I have some fun ideas for this.”

He covers his face and groans when you playfully slap his ass. “Alright, two more.”

Giyuus eyes wander to a mental chain with two clamps on both ends. Before you can continue, he cuts you off, pointing to it and mumbling out, “What is this?”

Your face lights up, and you place a hand on his thigh, leaning forward to whisper into his ear teasingly, “Nipple clamps.” You grab the chain from his hand, and pinch the two sides, staring at his chest in awe. “Bet they’ll make your cute nipples all red and swollen,” You sigh, mouth already watering at the idea.

He flinches, pulling away. “Th-Thats gonna hurt,” The dark-haired man complains, trying to hide away from your sadistic gaze. He squirms when you laugh, and grabs a purple silicon circle, hoping to distract you. “And this?”

“Mhmm, may be my favorite. Cock ring. Prevents you from cumming, and look!” You press the button, sending the toy to life. “It also vibrates. Man, Giyuu, you are going to have so much fun tonight!”

His face pales slightly, and he drops the toy. “I don’t like that one,” He frowns, not liking the idea of not being able to cum at all.

You peck his mouth, ignoring his complaint. “Hmm, most men don’t. But you’ll look so cute!”

He lets out a small whimper, hoping to coax some sympathy from you, but you just smile at him, petting his head. “It’s gonna be fun. And you will have your safeword. So if you don’t like anything too much, we can stop.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead moving closer to you. You feel something tap your thigh, and grin when you look down. “Well, arent you excited?”

He gulps, looks up at you one more time, and then buries his head into your neck with a whine, mentally preparing for what’s to come.

He was right to prepare, he was already trembling before you even turned anything on. He yelps when you clamp the second nipple on, and you wipe away a stray tear. “Hurts,” he whines, cringing when he glances down at his chest.

“Sorry love, it’s over now. That was a little uncomfortable, huh Giyuu?” You murmur, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. The words make him feel like a child being comforted after getting wounded, but still, he melts at the tone, playing into it by sniffling and nodding. “Oh you’re so cute, just makes me wanna tease you.”

He whimpers, frowning at you and shaking his head. You pull away and run your fingers down his body, and then sit back on your knees before him. He lays on his back, hands on your knee, while blinking at you, waiting patiently for what’s next to cum.

He lays naked, and with one hand on your knee, seeking comfort. The thin chain connects his two nipples together, and lays lax against his pale chest. On his cock, is the cockring, that sits silently, waiting for you to turn it on. His dick fumes against his stomach, twitching in arousal. Next to him, lay the light green fleshlight (he convinced you to put away the pussy one), and the wand vibrator. And finally, the pink bullet vibrator is up his ass, and grazing his prostate.

“Alright, let’s start this, yeah? How many times do you think you are gonna cum?” You tease, distracting him as you reach in between his thighs, and click on the vibrator.

He jumps, sighing out when he feels the low vibrations inside him. “Don’t know,” He mumbles, “Maybe two times?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Way too low of a guess, silly boy.” The sound of the cockring clicks to life, and Giyuus eyes visibly widen. It was at a higher intensity than the bullet vibrator, and it surprised him.

The two intense feelings send him shivering, and quietly moaning out. His hand grips onto your knee, and he buries his head into the pillow, panting into the soft fabric. You smile at him, and then grab the fleshlight, quickly pouring a copious amount of lube in.

You then steady his hips, huffing a laugh to see them already trembling. Then you force the fleshlight onto his cock, marveling at the lewd squelching noise.

His reaction is immediate, bucking his hips into it, but then frantically pulling away, as if he was confused. “Wait. Wait. Wait. At the same time?” Giyuu uncharacteristically yelps, eyes wide and staring at you in panic.

You cock your head to the side. “Of course? What did you think we were doing?” He tries to respond, but it’s cut off by a moan when you slide the entire thing back on. It’s too big, considering the cockring covers too much space, so the tip ends about halfway into the toy.

The vibrations travel to the silicon when the two toys touch, and it sends Giyuu crying out. “F-Fuckkkk. No no no. It’s too much!”

His hips barely touch the ground anymore. Frantically moving from side to side, and then bucking upward into the toy without his consent. His frantic movements send heat to your groin, and you reach around in between his thighs to turn up the bullet vibrator to the highest level.

His thighs instictually close shut, and your hand almost got caught in his trap. You smack his upper thigh gently, in a tease, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His back is arching and he is gripping the sheets, letting out a silent scream. Giyuus face is buried into the pillow, but he’s whipping his head from side to side, overwhelmed with all the sensations.

You pump his dick slowly, instead focusing your attention on your obviously overstimulated boyfriend. “I can’t–I can’t. Oh my god, it’s everywhere,” he cries, legs sporadically bending and then kicking out.

His body forces himself to the side, moving your hand aside, as his hips come up. Then he turns himself completely over, onto his hands and knees as he screams into the pillow, while bucking his hips backward and forward into the two vibrations. He hiccups when he feels his nipples being tugged at by the force of gravity on the clamps.

“There ya go. More comfortable on your hands and knees?” You don’t wait for him to respond, brushing his hair to the side. “Now, what’s everywhere, Giyuu?”

He sobs something into the pillow, but you can’t hear it, so you gently pinch his thigh. He gets the memo immediately, and pulls away, balancing on shaky hands, as drool coats his face. “T-The vibrations–Everywhere!” He hiccups, lifting his ass higher in the air as his eyes roll back.

A sadistic urge boils in your stomach as you glance at the white vibrator. He was wrong….They weren’t everywhere, and you wanted to change that. With one hand, you bring the fleshlight back to his cock, and then gulp, before picking up the wand, and switching it on.

He doesn’t hear the new sound of the vibrator, focused completely on the feeling of the fleshlight again. His hips drill into it, and then occasionally arch as if to push himself deeper into the bullet vibrator.

You reach under him, and gently place the wand on the chain. It pulls it down, and also sends vibrations rippling through the chains.

Giyuu’s eyes widen, and then immediately he sobs into the pillow, cringing as his fists jab into the bed sheets. His nipples are being pulled at, and are vibrating profusely. “Ow. Owwwww, stop stop! Its–I can’t–Oh help me!”

Before you get lost in the mouthwatering view, you are quick to ask if he is all alright. “Your color?”

“Green. Green,” He hiccups, “But you are so–so mean to me!”

You kiss his upper thigh and continue to move your hands up and down his shaft. His whole body trembles, and the only thing louder than the multiple vibrations, was his constant moans and cries. “But you are gonna cum soon, right, Giyuu?” You coo, watching the way pre begins to dribble out, and helps lube the toy.

He nods into the pillow, body beginning to collapse on itself. You are quick to pull him upright, liking the view of his trembling ass, and shaking dick a little too much. “Bet it's going to be intense,” You mumble, “Bet it’s going to feel so good.”

Your words send his head spinning because you are right. He feels himself approach closer and closer to it, and its never been this intense before. Every sensitive part of his body is being stimulated, and it hasn’t even been five minutes.

You know the signs of your lover beginning to approach his orgasm, and you take the cockring off. One of these days youll use it to deny him his release, but not today, that would be too brutal with everything that is going on. He doesn’t notice, because it’s immediately replaced by the fleshlight fucking him up and down.

“Please. Please. I–” He falters, forgetting how to speak when his orgasm hits him. His whole body shakes, and he sees white. Every inch of his body is screaming out, and he has got to be on cloud nine.

He stays silent through it all though, eyes rolling back, and teeth biting into the pillow. Cum shoots out, onto his stomach and the sheets, and you smile through it all.

His legs collapse moments later and his whole body falls limp against the sheets, jerking sporadically from the continuous vibrations on his prostate. Giyuu felt as if his brain melted, his every thought truly fucked out of him.

He feels his hips being lifted again, your arm supporting him, and he glances at you with hazy blue eyes. “Don’t pass out on me now,” You tease, strapping the cockring back into place. “We still got at least two more orgasms to pull from you.”

And the second the vibrations turn on, he seems to snap awake, but its too late. “W-Wait!”

You just laugh, and bring the wand vibrator back to his now-redden nipples.

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elllisaaa · 11 months ago

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Could you please write seventeen reaction to sharing a bed with their crush for the first time? TYSM 😚

seventeen sharing a bed with their crush for the first time

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 1.5k words

-> genre : fluff

-> author's note : i looove these cute asks about seventeen, they're taking me ages to write because 13 members is a lot but i hope you'll like it anyway !

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

shy and giggly the whole time.

he’s obviously making sure you’re not uncomfortable about this before slipping into bed with you.

he’ll try so hard to stay still and not touch you without you explicitly telling him that it’s okay.

but anyway, you’ll wake up in the morning cuddled up against him, with his arms around your waist because he unconsciously pulled you close to him during the night.

a human heater, you don’t even need the blanket lmao

YOON JEONGHAN

he would try to make some jokes about how you’re trying to get on his bed but deep down he’s screaming and freaking out, hands shaking as he’s handing you another blanket so that you’re not cold.

at the end of the day though, jeonghan is a softie who just wants to love and to be loved so he just can’t wipe out the smile on his face as you settle by his side.

i’m a firm believer that he loves when someone plays with his hair, and if you do it to help him sleep, his heart will start beating like crazy.

basically, you just get to see his soft and sleepy state, he’s just so cute.

HONG JOSHUA

will ask numerous times if you’re really okay with sleeping in the same bed as him.

and in fact, he will ask your consent before doing anything, even if it’s just keeping the lights on a little longer.

he would feel a little awkward at first, not knowing if he can touch you or not when he’s dying inside to cuddle with you.

but he would not say it, so you’ll have to ask him to hold you in his arms - and bet that you’re wrapped in his embrace the next second.

will kiss your temple before falling asleep and wake up before you in the morning to serve you breakfast in bed

MOON JUNHUI

so so nervous, his mind cannot make up for the fact that you’re going to sleep in his bed, right next to him.

he wants to cuddle with you so badly but he’s too anxious to ask you.

instead, he will put on a film for the two of you to watch in hopes you’re going to get comfortable.

when you lay your head on his chest and grab his hand, he’s screaming inside and he cannot wipe the smile out of his face.

jun would end up falling asleep all cuddled up against you before the film is even finished.

he would never stop saying that he slept sooo well the next morning, in hopes that it will lead to you sleeping in his bed more.

KWON SOONYOUNG

so excited about it and he cannot hide it

he’s smiling the entire time, from the moment you arrive to the moment you both settle under the covers.

even as your friend, he would want to cuddle all the time, so you can’t say you’re surprised when he’s snuggling against you, wrapping his arms around your waist, head comfortably placed on your chest.

i think he would be the type to accidentally keep the whole blanket all for himself, leading you to get even closer to him.

he would apologize in the morning, but at the same time, he’s content with holding you against him for as long as possible.

JEON WONWOO

another one who would get very shy.

he would not even be the one to propose that you sleep with him : he’s ready to just put some pillows on the floor and sleep there.

but when you insist, saying that you don’t mind sharing a bed with him, his ears turn red so quickly.

i don’t see him as the cuddliest member, but he would definitely let you play with his hands, trace patterns in his palms while you’re talking.

and if in the morning, he wakes up to you still holding his hand, gripping so tightly he can’t free it from your grasp (as if he wants to do that in the first place), don’t blame if he takes a few pictures.

LEE JIHOON

he would try to act cool, calm and collected the whole time when he really isn’t at all.

some chill music will play quietly in the background as he adds some pillow on his bed to make sure you’re comfortable.

he will melt at the sight of you in his hoodie that you borrowed because you were cold, it was looking so big on you.

jihoon would love to turn off the light and talk with you about everything before sleeping, admiring your figure in the darkness.

he would also love it if you start playing with his hair, chasing your hand when you stop.

LEE SEOKMIN

so excited he’s jumping all around his room, stuffing his bed with even more pillows and blankets to make sure that you’re going to feel comfortable enough.

his room would be cleaned up from a to z and it has never been tidier because he wants to make a good impression on you.

would put on a film for the two of you to watch with a loooot of snacks, and all your favorite ones obviously.

will try to smoothly put his arm around your shoulder and get you to be closer to him.

his hands are literally shaking the whole time, only feeling relief when you finally hold it.

his heart is beating so fast when you fall asleep on his chest, the next day he’s punching the air in joy.

KIM MINGYU

he’s so cute omgg, cheeks and ears are all red when he asks you if you need anything else.

he just wants to hold you close to him but at the same time he’s so nervous to ask you, he just keeps fumbling with his hands, trying not to make it obvious.

so you’ll have to do it yourself if you want to cuddle with him.

but once you’ve settled in his arms, he’s not letting you go, feeling so good with having you all close to him.

another human heater who will keep you warm all night.

100% would bury his face into your neck or hair to breathe in your scent all night.

XU MINGHAO

he’s honestly pretty calm about it, trying to tell himself that it’s not that deep.

really it’s because he is very comfortable around you so he perfectly knows that it’s going to go well.

everything feels so natural, and you fitting so well in his arms feels just right too.

however, he cannot ignore how fast his heart is beating when you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face in his neck.

even if he wakes up before you the morning after, he’ll stay with you in bed, admiring your beautiful features.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

warning you before that if you disrupt his beauty sleep, he’ll kick you out (but let’s be honest, it’s only to hide how nervous he is).

helps you do your skincare before you both go into bed (yes, that is another excuse to be closer to you and touch your face).

he will also braid your hair because he says that it protects them during your sleep.

with how close he is to you all the time, you don't expect him to be so far away when you get under the covers.

but once you say it’s okay for him to cuddle with you, he doesn’t let you go all night.

you end up falling asleep to him telling you the most recent stories that happened to him this week, and he finds you so cute that he cannot be mad about it.

CHWE HANSOL

will try to keep his usual chill persona but he feels all giddy inside.

he smiles so much more than what you’re used to, just because he’s happy to get to spend more time with you.

you two end up talking until dawn, about anything and everything, jumping from the most serious subject to the less important one.

when you finally fall asleep, you’re close but not touching each other but when he wakes up in the morning, your head is laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully and his arms are around your waist.

he will not make any moves until you open your eyes because he loves the feeling of holding you like that.

LEE CHAN

he’s so shy, he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore.

constantly asks you if you need something, and bet that he’s ready to do everything for you to be comfortable.

will play with your hair under the excuse that “they look soft” and they really do but it’s also because it helps you relax (and because he just loves doing it).

he could take matters into his own hands and cuddle with you, but if you initiate it, he’s going to melt inside.

literally the best sleep of his life (and yours too).

will spend another three hours in bed after waking up, just talking with you because it feels too good being in your arms.

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aramynx · 4 months ago

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HANDS ON APPROACH...

KATSUKI BAKUGO X READER

a/n: i just love the idea of handsy bakugo who slowly wiggles his way into your life xoxoxo

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“You’re in my way.” Bakugo scowled, planting a hand on your waist as he leaned over you to grab a glass from the cabinet above you, his chest grazing your nose as he stood straight again and wandered over to the sink to fill his glass with water.

Bakugo touching you like this had become the norm- at first it surprised you that he could even be so gentle, but now it all seemed far more casual. The way his hands would find their way to the side of your waist, fingers rubbing against your stomach, thumb pressed against your back since his hands were so big. Their classmates had noticed this, however, none had the balls to even try and bring it up.

“Move, dumbass.” He would scowl, walking towards his desk in the mornings, always using his left hand to gently tug on your hip to move you out of his path- at this point you had begun standing in the same spot to continue the little ritual you had going.

“You’re an idiot.” He would huff after hard training sessions, planting a warm palm on your cheek as he’d carefully inspect the injuries he had given you- failing miserably to avoid looking into your eyes.

“Don’t cry over something so stupid.” He would complain after begrudgingly hearing about your latest failed date, a semi-reassuring palm landing on your head and rubbing gently into your scalp, “Bastard didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”

“Thought you said you knew how to cook, dumbass?” He muttered after tasting the food on the stove, “You didn’t even try and season this.”

His arms would reach around you in the dorm kitchen to grab the spices beside the stovetop, selecting a few and generously seasoning whatever food you were cooking- lingering around you for a few moments too long to be considered normal.

Eventually these touches would evolve into more- you leaning against Bakugo on the train and on the bus as he put his arm around you to ‘make sure you didn’t get robbed’. Sitting beside each other during movie nights in the common space where you couldn’t help but to fall asleep on his shoulder halfway through, breathing softly onto his neck. Occasionally, he would also fall asleep, head resting on top of yours as a quiet snore left his mouth (although he insists he doesn't snore), your hand resting gently on his chest.

In the last few months, they had practically become inseparable. Bakugo didn’t know what the hell he was feeling but he knew he needed to be touching you in some way- in any way when he was able to.

Once, Midoriya had rushed over to check on you after you had fainted, lifting your head off of the ground and into his hands until he was disrupted by Bakugo swiftly scooping up your unconscious body and carrying you to recovery girl. Like hell was he going to let that damn nerd lay his hands on his-

Oh.

Before anyone knew it, those simple affectionate touches that they were accustomed to were soon accompanied by simple affectionate words.

“Watch your head.” He would say, hand landing on your waist as he leaned over to pick up something behind you.

“Mornin’ baby.” He would smirk as his left hand guided you out of his way as he walked towards his seat

“You should be more careful next time.” He complained, pushing back your hair and grabbing you by the cheeks to turn your head as he checked for damage after training. “Didn’t mean to blast you right in the face..”

“No need to cry, I’ve got you.” He would reassure, wiping your tears gently with his warm thumb as his other hand rubbed your back slowly. “Too pretty to be crying over those shitty extras, angel.”

“You forgetting how I like my eggs, babe?” He would ask to prompt you to remember to season the things you're cooking, arms wrapped around your waist, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, perfectly content.

Bakugo fell and he fell hard, he never explicitly asked you out, rather it just sort of happened, and you had mutually agreed upon it, albeit silently.

Then again- Bakugo had never really been one to express his emotions though words. He always did do things with a hands-on approach.

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rubs hands together mischievously... riding five SUIT ON on the subway train thing?? long ass journey..what other way to pass time?

A Bit Distracted

Not once did it ever cross your mind that, one day, you’d be lost in a subway that travelled between timelines, with Five Hargreeves. Even thinking about it now, sat next to him, your head resting on his shoulder, his laying on top of yours comfortingly, you thought it sounded insane and you couldn’t stop the small giggle from escaping your lips.

‘What are you laughing at?’ Five asked softly, his voice tired.

‘Nothing, just how mad this whole situation is,’ you replied, laughing again, feeling Five chuckle lightly with you. ‘If you’d told me that we would be stuck together, visiting different timelines,’ you trailed off, adjusting your head on his shoulder, unconsciously nuzzling your head further into his neck.

‘We never really did see eye to eye did we,’ Five said, reflecting.

‘You know, you’re not so bad,’ you said, lifting your head slightly to rest your chin on his shoulder, looking up at him as he playfully pressed his forehead against yours.

‘Is that right?’ he teased, smiling at you. You didn’t know if it was the forced proximity, how you’d been stuck together on the subway for going on a year now, but you couldn’t help but notice the way Five’s eyes instantly darted down to your lips when your tongue ran over them. He couldn’t help but notice the way your breath hitched slightly when his eyes fell to your lips.

‘Uh-huh,’ you agreed quietly, struggling to find your voice as you felt your body heat up under the way he was looking at you. Slowly, without thinking, you both leaned in until your lips pressed against his. The moment your lips touched, you both shifted, one of Five’s arms coming to wrap around your waist, gently pulling you into his lap as his other hand moved to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. Your fingers twisted in the jacket you were wearing, keeping you close to him as you couldn’t stop the small whimper from falling from your lips.

It was the sound of the train stopping that broke the two of you apart and you both turned to look as the doors opening, wondering what timeline you were about to walk into. Making to move off of his lap, you turned back to him when you felt his hands fly down to your hips, pressing you against him.

‘What are you doing? We’re here.’

‘We don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there,’ Five said, his voice a little breathy after the kiss. ‘If we stay on here for another few stops, we’d end up back at that little house we found.’

‘The one on the beach,’ you said, trailing off as a soft smile formed on your lips as you thought back to the cosy house the two of you had stumbled across.

‘Exactly,’ he murmured, brushing his nose against yours gently. ‘We can stop there for a little while, have a break from this, make a plan. Besides,’ he added, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‘I don’t really want to walk into an apocalypse like this,’ he said, shifting his hips upwards, letting you know what he meant. You couldn’t stop the small gasp from leaving your lips as you felt his cock pressing against you as he moved his hips, making Fives smirk widen. ‘What do you say?’

‘Staying here for now sounds good,’ you replied quickly, nodding your head as you crushed your lips back to hears, faintly hearing the subway doors close again.

Five’s fingers tangled in your hair, keeping your mouth pressed against his, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. Your hands moved underneath his jacket, tugging his shirt out of his trousers and swiftly unbuckling his belt. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you further into him, drawing a whimper from your lips as he dragged you against his clothed cock. Reaching down, his hand slipped underneath you skirt, dipping into your panties, groaning when he felt how wet you were.

‘This for me?’ he asked smugly, teasing as he slipped a single finger inside you, making your lips part and your hips begin to move on their own. Nodding in reply to his question, you felt your head tip back as his lips fused to your neck, nipping at your skin, making sure to leave marks.

‘Five, please,’ you whimpered as you began to grow impatient, needing more than just one finger.

‘Please what?’ he teased, pulling his finger out of you and reaching between your bodies to pull his cock out, making you moan lightly when the tip of his cock brushed against your clit.

‘More,’ you whined, making Five laugh lightly as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

‘If you want more, take it,’ Five said, leaning in until you could feel his breath fanning against you lips. ‘I want to watch you ride me.’

A shiver rippled through your body at his words and you leaning in to kiss him again as you rose up on your knees over him, letting him line his cock up at your entrance before you slid back down onto his lap, both of your groans filling the subway carriage. Letting your head drop onto his shoulder as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you. ‘Why didn’t we do this sooner?’ you asked, voice muffled in his jacket.

‘We haven’t done anything yet,’ Five replied, bringing his hands to rest on your hips, rolling your hips over him once, making a high-pitched keen come from your throat as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. ‘So, I suggest you get moving.’

His words had you bouncing in his lap instantly, whining every time his cock bottomed out inside of you. Five’s low moans only spurring you on as his fingers clamped down on your hips, making sure that there would be bruises in the coming days to remind you of this. The fact that the both of you were still fully dressed only made things hotter as his lips and teeth began marking your neck again, branding you as his even though the both of you knew that no one would see.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, letting his head tip back against the seat, his grip on your hips allowing him to move you up and down his cock when your legs began to grow tired. ‘So fucking good for me.’ Your answering whimper had that irritatingly cute smirk reappearing on his lips. ‘You like that?’ he teased, planting his feet on the ground and thrusting up into you, bouncing you on his lap. ‘You like hearing how good you’re being for me?’

‘Yes, Five, fuck!’ you cried out when he ground his hips against yours slowly before thrusting up into you again. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast, Fives too judging by the way his rhythm faltered slightly and his breath grew shaky.

‘We’ll have to hold on to that for another time, then,’ he said and your cheeks flamed at the thought of doing this again with him. ‘You going to cum for me?’ he asked, grinning at you when your hands tangled in his hair again.

‘Uh-huh,’ you managed to utter before he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was messy, open mouthed as you panted against each other’s lips, both of your hips working against each other’s as your orgasms crashed into you at the same time. Five’s hands held you down tightly against his crotch as you felt him fill you up, your walls clenching around him. As you both came down from your highs, you let your body slump into his, his hand coming up to tilt your chin up to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a kiss that had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

‘Well, that was,’ he began.

‘Unexpected,’ you finished the sentence for him, laughing nervously.

‘You okay?’ he asked, cupping your cheek gently, checking in on you.

‘I’m amazing,’ you replied, smiling lazily at him.

‘So, how would you feel about a repeat performance?’ he asked cheekily, giving you a soft smile.

‘What now?’

‘Not now,’ he said, chuckling lowly at you as he shifted his hips, the jolt of overstimulation making you whimper as you realised that he was still inside you. ‘But maybe when we get to the house by the beach.’

You smiled at him, pecking his lips before the ding of the doors opening had the both of you snapping back to reality. ‘How many stops was it to the house again?’ you asked.

‘Three,’ Five replied.

‘And how many has it been?’

‘I have no idea,’ he said before shifting his eyes back to you, ‘I was a bit distracted.’

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves smut #five hargreaves x reader #the umbrella academy

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