#the way I was screaming with my head in my hands at his actions and attitude and always on thin ice

[dior-luxury]

if it's alright could you please do togame, nirei and natori pining hcs? specifically with a more physically clingy reader! was rlly surprised that no one's requested any windbreaker stuff yet

How'd They Pin After You

( ✧ ) ────── crush stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] togame . nirei . natori

- [𝐩:𝐬] Slow burn . Mutual pining . Emotional vulnerability . Emotional intensity . Light possessiveness (esp. Jo and Shingo) . Touching/Physical clinginess . Jealousy (Shingo, mildly)

Note: My first windbreaker request, yay! (๑>◡<๑) Hopefully I captured all of their personalities right and it's not too crazy.

Jo Togame

He pines like it’s a secret, like it’s something sacred. The way monks guard temples, the way wolves guard dens—silent, fierce, unwavering.

At first, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He just notices that when you’re around, his chest feels tight. That your laugh cuts through the noise of the world. That he’s watching you too long. That your name feels like a prayer he doesn’t dare say out loud.

Jo is the kind of guy who’s hard to read. He won’t flirt. He won’t joke. But he will notice everything. If you’re cold, he’ll take off his jacket and hand it to you, wordless. If you’re tired, he’ll tilt his head in quiet invitation to rest on his shoulder. If you’re in danger? He’s the first one in front of you.

He starts showing up everywhere. Quietly. Consistently. Like a shadow that wants to be your sun. He’ll wait for you outside school even if you didn’t ask. Will walk behind you, matching your pace, making sure you’re safe.

Jo doesn’t speak much—but when he does, and it’s to you? It’s like gravity shifts.

“You shouldn’t walk home alone.” “You look exhausted. Go home. I’ll cover for you.” “Don’t waste your smile on people who don’t deserve it.”

His version of pining is protection. Devotion. He won’t say “I like you,” but his actions scream it—every second.

And here’s the plot twist: he’s physically clingy too, but he does it in a way that’s incredibly intense and tender at the same time. He doesn’t reach for you unless it’s important. But when he does—your wrist, your waist, your fingers—he holds on like you’re going to disappear.

One day, you trip on a curb. He catches you. Doesn’t let go.

You look up at him and say, “Thanks.”

And he says, “I won’t let you fall.”

He means it metaphorically. He always does.

He pines through silence, through long stares when you’re not looking, through walking you home and pausing outside your door like he wants to say something but never quite does. Until one day, he just says:

“Tell me what you need. I’ll be there.”

Because loving you hurts for him—but not loving you would hurt more.

Akihiko Nirei

This boy falls hard and fast. He’s not subtle about it either—when he likes you, everyone knows it. Not because he blurts it out, but because his entire soul lights up like it’s springtime every time you’re near.

At first, he’s just happy to be around you. It starts with casual hangs—sitting beside you during breaks, offering you bites of his bento (“You’ve got to try this karaage! My mom made it—don’t worry, I didn’t mess it up!”), or pulling you into random group chats with the guys. He wants to include you in every piece of his life.

But soon, it gets deeper. Nirei starts noticing the tiny things: how you laugh with your eyes before your mouth catches up, how you always forget your umbrella, how you zone out when you’re overwhelmed. He starts carrying extras—extra pen, extra snacks, extra umbrella—just in case. But he’ll always act like it’s a coincidence.

“Oh, you forgot your lunch? Haha, I totally brought too much—take some!”

Every time you’re near, his voice is a little louder, his smile a little wider. But when you leave? He stares after you like you’re carrying half his heart with you.

He pines in daydreams. Like, he’ll stare out the window during class imagining what it’d be like to walk you home while the cherry blossoms fall. He replays your texts over and over, trying to find hidden meanings. Sometimes he even types up fake conversations with you just to practice what he’d say.

And oh, he’s the physically clingy one. Very. But it doesn’t feel heavy—it feels warm. Natural. He’s always slinging an arm around your shoulders like it’s no big deal. Pulling you into side hugs when you’re sad. Tugging your wrist when he wants you to come look at something cool. He’s always touching you, and when you’re not around, he kinda... slumps a little.

He pines out loud too. To everyone except you. Like he’ll be walking with Sakura and just sigh, “Man, [Your Name] looked so cool today…” and Sakura’s like, “JUST TELL THEM.” And he’s like, “What if they don’t like me back? What if I make it weird?”

Because here’s the thing about Nirei—he cherishes you so much, he’s afraid of ruining it. So he just keeps giving, hoping you’ll notice. Hoping you’ll choose him, not because he asked, but because you see him the way he sees you.

One day, if you fall asleep beside him on the train? He’ll sit perfectly still the whole ride, afraid to wake you, memorizing the weight of your head on his shoulder like it’s the most important moment of his life.

Shingo Natori

Shingo’s the kind of guy who teases his crush, but in that soft but sneaky way. He’s usually confident with his boys, loud in a chill kind of way, always down for fun, but when you’re around? His rhythm changes.

At first, you wouldn’t even suspect anything. He still jokes, still calls you weird nicknames (“oi, sleepyhead,” “shorty,” even if you're taller), still acts like the clown of the group—but there’s a difference in the pauses. Like the way he watches you laugh from across the courtyard and grins to himself like an idiot, then quickly looks away when someone catches him.

He pines quietly. Like when you’re talking to someone else—especially another guy—he’ll suddenly start appearing at your side with a casual, “Yo, didn’t know you were out here,” even though he definitely spotted you from across the school yard. He’ll never outright admit he’s jealous, but his jokes get more pointed, his smile a little tighter.

He starts “bumping into you” more. Like at the konbini late at night, after cram school. “Didn’t know you liked melonpan too. Must be fate, huh?” Cue him walking you home and low-key memorizing every detail of your route. Every light post. Every place you pause.

But where Shingo really pines is in his bedroom. Late at night, lying in bed with his phone in hand, staring at your Instagram stories. He doesn’t like anything—not yet—but he watches them over and over. Sometimes he types out a DM and deletes it before sending. He doesn’t want to come off too eager.

He doodles your name on the edge of his notebook pages. Acts like it’s a joke if someone sees. But if you ever sit next to him during lunch or in class? He becomes a little too still. Hyper-aware of your elbow barely brushing his. And if you lean in, accidentally touching his shoulder to show him your phone screen?

He goes completely still. Doesn’t even breathe. But his heart’s hammering like he just ran a 100-meter dash.

Eventually, he starts leaving little things in your locker. A can of your favorite drink. A note that says, “Don’t be late to gym again or I’m draggin’ you.” No name. But you know it’s him. And he wants you to know.

He’s the kind of piner who turns friendship into slow-burning obsession, and every moment he spends around you feels like a page in a diary he’d never admit he writes.

[maladaptivedaydreamers]

ProHero!Bakugo x Lawyer!Reader [Hate Sex, Exhibitionism, Bondage]

Being Bakugo’s lawyer was proven to be quite.. challenging. With the goal to finish missions quickly and earn money for his best friend’s suit, he’s quite careless with the aftermath of his actions. That’s where you come in, fixing up the files, talking to the necessary people, and nagging his ear to ‘not cause trouble next time’. Frenemies, as they call you, you hate each others’ guts. He hates you for nagging him all the time and disturbing him, you hate him for giving you a pile of paperwork every day. Enough is enough. Today, you find yourself storming to his penthouse, holding another lawsuit filed against him. 5,511 words.

“Pro Hero Dynamight destroys newly built Hozu Tower!” Y/N slams the newspaper onto his desk. “What were you thinking, huh?!” She ran her hands through her hair. “5.5 Million! Did you ever think about that, huh?!” Bakugo scratched his ear, closing his eyes to drown out her screams and footsteps. “Woman.. shut up.” “NO! Shut up?! This is the 3rd one this month!” She yelled, pacing around his desk. “You said you were gonna be more careful, is this more careful?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes with her thumb and middle finger. “Tell me, are you STUPID?!” He looks up at her, giving her a scoff. “This is your job to fix. So do it, don’t bother me with this.” He stood up and slammed the door shut. She slammed her hands on his desk, frustrated. Why the hell would he keep doing this?!

Y/N stood there for a moment, staring at the door that Bakugo had just slammed in her face. The audacity of that man. How many times had she been stuck cleaning up his messes, all because he refused to take responsibility for his reckless actions? She clenched her fists, her mind racing with frustration. 

With a deep breath, she turned on her heel and headed toward the window, staring out at the city below. The lights flickered as the night settled in, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside her. He had pushed her too far this time. 

“Not again…” she muttered to herself as her phone buzzed in her pocket. A new email from the office. She glanced down at the notification, and her heart sank. Another lawsuit. Another disaster to clean up. 

Her hand tightened around the phone, “Hello?” “Ms. L/N. Have you heard?” “Yes, yes. I’m handling it. Set up a meeting for me-“ “No, not that. Check the news.” WHAT?! Y/N scrambles to open Google before— “Pro Hero Dynamight destroys pavement near his own agency building! Read more here!” That.. motherfucker. “I’ll call you back.” She races to his penthouse, one she’s been to way too many times. The doorman recognizes her and quickly opens the elevator for her. DING! SLAM! She barges inside, her head fuming.

“The hell are you doing here? I’m busy.” Bakugo's voice was dripping with annoyance, but there was a hint of something else too; something darker, simmering beneath the surface. 

Y/N turned around slowly, her eyes narrowing. "Don't even think about walking away from this one, Bakugo." Her voice was cold, but there was a fire behind her words. "You can't just wreck everything and expect me to fix it without consequences." 

Bakugo took a step toward her, his presence overwhelming. “It’s my pavement. My agency. How much do you need this time?”

Her pulse quickened, but she stood her ground. "You’re an idiot. You don't think before you act, and now we’re both paying the price. Every damn time, it’s the same thing. And I’m tired of cleaning up after you."

He grinned, that cocky, insufferable grin that made her blood boil. "Sounds like hmmm, it’s your job. I think you're just mad you’re getting lazy.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the silence between them felt suffocating. But then, she snapped. "I hate you." The words escaped before she could stop them. "You’re selfish, reckless, and I hate being stuck with you. I quit.”

Bakugo’s grin faltered, but only for a split second. Then, without warning, he closed the distance between them, his hand wrapping around her wrist in a grip that was almost painfully tight. "You think you can talk to me like that, woman?”

She didn’t flinch. "I’ll talk to you however I damn well please. I worked hard and I will not be stuck with a small headed little bitch like you!”

Their faces were inches apart now, the air between them crackling with tension. And for a brief moment, the animosity between them seemed to boil over, transforming into something much more raw. Something darker.

Bakugo’s free hand reached up, his fingers brushing against her jaw as he tilted her head back slightly, eyes burning with unspoken anger and desire. "You think you can hate me all you want," he growled, "but we both know you’ve got a thing for me."

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Don’t flatter yourself," she shot back, but the words felt weak, even to her own ears. “You’re barely my type-“

He scoffed, clearly unconvinced. "You sure about that?"

Before she could answer, his lips were on hers; rough, demanding, as if he was trying to prove something. The kiss was full of aggression, but there was a spark beneath it all, a heated clash of frustration, resentment, and something deeper, darker. 

Y/N’s mind was a whirl of confusion. She wanted to push him away, to remind herself of all the reasons she hated him. But her body betrayed her, responding to his touch in a way she couldn’t ignore.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, his gaze still locked onto hers. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, a mixture of satisfaction and something else in his eyes. 

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts. "Don’t… don’t ever do that again," she said, her voice trembling.

Bakugo smirked, but there was something dangerous in the way he looked at her. "You’re the one who came here, lawyer. You’ve got no one to blame but yourself."

She stared at him, still processing everything that had just happened. "This isn’t over," she said, her voice low and steady, but the heat in her cheeks was undeniable.

"Yeah, we’ll see about that," Bakugo muttered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/N’s pulse raced in her chest, her lips still tingling from the kiss. The suddenness of it, the intensity, made her entire body feel like it was on fire. She stumbled back, eyes wide, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Her breath was shallow, her mind scrambling to form words, to regain control. 

"What the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaky but still holding onto the anger she’d worked so hard to maintain. 

Bakugo didn’t move, his posture relaxed, though his eyes were a storm. He was watching her closely, waiting for a reaction. "What do you think it was, princess?" His tone was teasing, but underneath, there was something dangerous, something that made her heart race even faster.

Y/N clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to shout at him, but the words stuck in her throat. Her mind screamed at her to get out of there, to leave before this got any worse. But her body didn’t want to listen. It was still humming with the aftershock of his touch.

“That’s assault! I can sue you- she started, her voice breaking, but before she could finish, Bakugo was closing the distance between them again, his presence overwhelming. 

"Shut up," he growled, his hand shooting out to grab her by the collar of her shirt, pulling her closer until they were almost nose to nose. "You think I don’t know what you want? You’ve been walking around here acting like you’re better than me, but I see through it, Y/N. I see how you look at me."

Y/N’s breath hitched as his grip tightened. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He smirked, that cocky, infuriating smirk. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at me when you get pissed off, the way you stand so close to me like you're daring me to touch you. Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve fought back, screamed at him to leave her the hell alone. But her body betrayed her again. She was pressed against him, her chest heaving with every breath, and despite herself, she could feel the heat between them. 

“No,” she finally managed, her voice low and strained. “No, I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Bakugo’s eyes flashed, that familiar fire lighting up in them. "Liar." His hand released her collar, but only to trail down the side of her neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin. "You’re so full of shit. You’ve been begging for this, just like me. All this tension? You think I don’t feel it too?"

Y/N’s body trembled with a mixture of fury and something else—something she couldn’t name. She took a step back, trying to steady herself, but Bakugo followed, keeping the space between them small, his towering presence making her feel boxed in.

"You're wrong," she said, her voice shaking more than she cared to admit. "This is nothing."

But the moment the words left her mouth, she saw it—the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. Bakugo stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "You're lying. You don’t get to tell me what you don’t want, not after what just happened."

Y/N froze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Don’t you dare—"

But Bakugo wasn’t listening. He took hold of her wrist again, tugging her forward until she was almost pressed against him. His lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want to keep pretending you hate me?" His voice was a low, guttural whisper, and it was laced with something dark—something that sent a thrill of danger coursing through her veins. "You can keep lying to yourself, but I can tell you’re on the edge."

She was so close to him now she could feel the heat of his body, the raw power radiating off of him. Her heart raced, her breath ragged. She could feel the tension between them, thick as smoke. 

For a moment, neither of them moved. She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears, the silence between them deafening. And then, with an almost predatory grin, Bakugo leaned in. "Let’s see if you still hate me after tonight."

Before she could react, his hand was on her shoulder, pushing her back toward the desk, his lips crashing into hers again—this time more forceful, more demanding. It was impossible to ignore the spark of something deep within her, the way her body reacted to his every touch.

She should have fought back. But instead, her body froze for a split second, caught between the overwhelming anger and something else—something darker, something she was terrified to acknowledge.

He pulled away briefly, looking down at her with a dangerous smirk. "You think you can run from this?" he asked, his voice dripping with challenge. "I’ve been waiting for you to admit what we both know."

Y/N’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she glared at him, her words a strained whisper, "This... this isn't what you think."

"Isn't it?" Bakugo’s voice was dangerous now, rough with an edge of raw need. His hands moved down to her wrists, pinning them to the desk. The power in his grip was unmistakable, and as he leaned in, she felt the weight of the situation press down on her—both literally and figuratively.

For a moment, everything went still. And then, in a flash, everything was a blur of heat, tension, and that all-too-familiar feeling of control slipping through her fingers.

Y/N’s breathing was ragged as she struggled beneath his grip, her wrists pinned firmly to the cold, smooth surface of his desk. Her back arched slightly as she tried to pull away, but Bakugo’s body was too close, too solid. The scent of smoke and leather clung to him, surrounding her, intoxicating her. 

“This is insane,” she whispered, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from the chaos burning inside her chest. “We can’t—this is wrong.”

Bakugo leaned in until his mouth was hovering just above hers, his breath hot against her skin. “Then act like it” he dared, his voice low and dangerous. “Prove it. Prove you don’t want this.”

She opened her mouth—whether to curse at him or scream or demand her freedom, even she didn’t know. But nothing came out. Her eyes flicked up to his, and what she saw there made her heart stutter. It wasn’t just lust. It was anger, yes, but also desire that had been simmering far too long, something primal and unrelenting. 

“You think I don’t hate this just as much as you?” she spat finally, her voice venom-laced but shaky. “I hate that I want it. I hate that you know I want it.”

Bakugo’s mouth curled into a smirk, something wicked and triumphant. “You think I’m any better?” he growled. “You’ve been in my head since the day they assigned you to me. Every goddamn meeting. Every lecture. You, with that tight little suit and that sharp mouth, telling me how to behave like some stuck-up saint.”

His grip on her wrists tightened—not painfully, but enough to remind her just how little control she had in this moment. “But guess what, princess?” he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “You’re just as fucked up as I am. You’re dying to get ruined.”

A small sound escaped her throat; half frustration, half something darker. And suddenly, her legs were wrapping around his waist, yanking him closer. Her body moved before her brain could stop it, reacting to the firestorm that had been building between them for months. If they were going to crash, she wanted to feel the wreckage.

“You want to ruin me, huh?” she snarled, teeth bared. “Fine. But I’m taking you down with me.”

Bakugo laughed—low, dark, and full of heat. “Finally,” he breathed against her lips. “You’re starting to sound like mine.”

He let go of her wrists and reached under his desk, pulling out a black silk tie. One she’d tossed at him weeks ago after a gala gone wrong. One she’d never expected to see again.

“What the hell are you—” she started, but he was already behind her, tugging her arms behind her back.

“You came here screaming about lawsuits,” he muttered as he bound her wrists, “but you knew damn well what you wanted. Didn’t you?”

Y/N gasped, the silk tight against her skin, her arms now restrained above her. The helplessness sent a jolt of panic and thrill racing through her veins.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice sharp and low. “Say you wanted this.”

Her jaw clenched. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“I said—say it.”

She glared over her shoulder at him, eyes blazing. “You think you’ve got control here? You think just because you’ve got me tied up, you’ve won?”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need you to admit it. Your body already did.”

He moved in front of her again, taking in the sight—her blouse rumpled, her eyes defiant and blazing, her chest rising and falling with rapid, uneven breaths. She looked furious. And beautiful. Like a storm in human form.

Bakugo tilted his head, grinning like a wolf. “Fuck. I’ve always wanted a little carnage.”

And with that, he leaned in, crashing his lips into hers again, fire and fury sparking with every movement. She responded in kind, her teeth catching his bottom lip, her bound hands twitching with the urge to claw at him.

The room spun with heat, with tension, with the absolute chaos of what they were about to do. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even enemies. They were something else entirely—something combustible. 

The kiss was a battle. Teeth clashed, tongues fought for dominance, and all the months of pent-up rage, control, and repressed want exploded between them like a lit match to gasoline. The desk behind her creaked under the pressure of her body pinned against it, her bound wrists straining behind her as she arched into him, half wanting to push him away, half wanting to drag him down with her.

Bakugo broke the kiss just enough to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against hers. "You really are a pain in the ass, you know that?"

Y/N’s growl was breathless, dangerous. “And you’re a fucking menace.”

“You came to my place,” he growled, hands roaming, assertive, possessive. “Stormed in here like you owned it.”

“I came to fix another one of your goddamn messes,” she spat, still catching her breath. “Like always.”

“You just wanted an excuse to see me,” he whispered darkly, voice laced with heat. “And now look at you. All tied up. Moaning like a liar.”

Her breath caught. Bakugo’s hand slid slowly up her thigh, fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, every movement deliberate, slow, teasing. His other hand stayed on her waist, keeping her pressed to the desk like she was part of the furniture now, something that belonged there, beneath him.

"You wear these little pencil skirts like you don't know exactly what you're doing," he murmured, dragging the tip of his finger along her inner thigh. "Coming into my office all self-righteous, but your eyes always tell on you, sweetheart."

"You're sick," she whispered, hips shifting involuntarily toward his touch. "You get off on control, on chaos—"

"And you don’t?" His eyes gleamed with wicked pleasure. "I think you like being ruined by the very thing you swore to keep in check."

Y/N’s jaw clenched, her pulse thundering in her ears. “You think tying me up gives you power over me? You’re just a sadistic-”

Bakugo leaned in, his lips brushing hers again, but he didn’t kiss her—not yet. “Nah. The power’s in the fact that you let me.”

Her mouth parted to protest, but he caught her chin between his fingers, holding her still. “You could’ve filed that lawsuit and walked away. Could’ve sent it to my agency, let my PR team handle it. But no… you came here. With that fucking fire in your voice and heat in your eyes. You wanted the fight. You wanted this.”

She hated that he was right. She hated how much of herself she saw in him; volatile, prideful, always in control but secretly aching for someone to wrest it away.

“You hate me,” he whispered against her skin, lips trailing down her jaw. “But you need me.”

She turned her face sharply, so their mouths almost met again. “Fuck you,” she whispered. “You’re fucked up in the head, Bakugo.”

Bakugo chuckled low in his throat, fingers now gripping the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs open across the edge of the desk. “Then we’re both fucked,” he muttered, voice raw. “Because I only feel alive when I’m fighting you. Or—” he kissed her again, sharp and dirty, “—fucking you.”

The city lights glimmered outside the massive penthouse windows, framing them in the glass. Anyone across the way could see. The idea made her stomach twist with both panic and twisted thrill.

“You’re not going to make me beg,” she whispered defiantly, even as her legs wrapped around his waist again.

“I don’t want you to beg,” he growled, teeth grazing her neck. “I want you to break.”

She hissed through her teeth, her body trembling in his hold.

“And when you do,” he said, dragging her toward him across the desk until their hips met, “I’ll be right there. Picking up the pieces. Just so I can break you all over again.”

He kissed her then—deep and brutal, a promise of the wreckage to come. And she kissed him back like she knew exactly what she was agreeing to.

Bakugo’s grip on the silk tie tightened, pulling Y/N flush against the edge of the desk. Her back arched instinctively, breath stuttering as the cool wood dug into her spine. Behind her, the city pulsed with golden lights, but all she could focus on was the molten fire in his eyes—hungry, raw, and laced with something feral.

He leaned in, lips dragging along her collarbone before his teeth scraped the delicate skin at her throat. A gasp tore from her lips, her wrists straining against the silky binds behind her back as he trailed one hand down her hip, the other gripping her jaw like he owned her.  “You feel that?” he muttered against her skin, hot breath ghosting over her throat. “That’s how much you fucking need me.”

Her body betrayed her again. Heat twisted low in her stomach as her hips shifted, brushing against the hard edge of his belt. She shoved at his chest, breathless and burning with something ugly and addictive. “You’re unbelievable,” she spat, her voice sharp—but tinged with need. “A man-child with too many goddamn toys.”

Bakugo just laughed, a dark sound that rumbled deep in his chest. In one swift motion, he shoved her flat onto her back across the desk. The tie bit gently into her wrists as she squirmed. Above her, he looked like a man possessed, one hand still holding her down by the throat, the other sliding under her blouse.

“You gave me this tie,” he growled, thumbing at the clasp of her bra with a rough precision. “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to use it.”

Y/N’s lips parted—whether to curse or moan, she didn’t even know anymore. Her breath caught when he began popping the buttons of her blouse one by one, exposing more skin to the chill air and his scorching gaze. Her skirt rode higher with every movement, and the cool glass behind them gave a full view of the scene; anyone across the street could see like it was a movie right before their eyes.

“You sick fuck,” she gasped. “You like the idea of someone watching?”

Bakugo leaned in, breath hot against her lips. “No,” he whispered, fingers sliding up the inside of her thigh. “I like the idea of someone watching you fall apart because of me.”

She tensed, heat flooding her cheeks. But when his thumb pressed against her through her panties—slow, knowing—her hips bucked traitorously into his hand. 

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, parting her with maddening patience. She bit her lip hard, eyes fluttering closed as his thumb circled her clit. Every nerve lit up. Her body writhed under his, wrists tugging helplessly at the binds behind her. 

Her breath hitched when he pushed two fingers inside her—slow, deep, deliberate. “Give them a show,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Come on.”

Y/N’s head tossed back, lips parting on a moan she couldn’t contain. “I hate you,” she gasped, hips rocking against his hand. “I hate how you fuck me up like this.”

Bakugo’s teeth grazed her throat. “Yeah? Then say it louder.”

His fingers curled just right inside her, and her resolve shattered. Her back arched, legs trembling, breath stolen by the release that ripped through her like a wave. She came hard, the silk around her wrists the only thing anchoring her to reality as he watched her break with a twisted smirk.

He pulled his fingers from her, holding her gaze as he pressed them to his lips, sucking them clean like it was nothing. Y/N trembled beneath him, blouse open, body flushed, wrists raw from the tie.

“You break like that again,” he murmured against her lips, “and I’ll be here. Just to ruin you all over.”

Her pulse thundered. Her mouth parted to snap something vicious in return, but all she could do was breathe, shattered and silent.

And when he finally untied her wrists and stepped back, her arms dropped limply to the desk, spent and shaking.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.

It was only the beginning of the wreckage.

Y/N didn’t move.

The room buzzed around her—city lights flickering through the windows, a car horn far below, the ticking of the minimalist clock on Bakugo’s wall- but her body felt miles away. Her wrists ached in the best kind of way, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves as she lay sprawled across his desk, blouse half-open, tie forgotten on the floor beside her heel. Bakugo said nothing as he stood back, chest heaving slightly. His hair was a mess, wilder than usual. His hands hung loosely at his sides like he didn’t quite know what to do with them anymore. His gaze roamed over her, slow, calculating, but not smug. Not anymore. He finally ran a hand through his hair and let out a slow breath. “You alright?” The question hit harder than it should’ve. Not mocking. Not gloating. Just…quiet.

Y/N sat up slowly, tugging her blouse closed with trembling fingers. She didn’t look at him. “You ask me that after tying me up and finger-fucking me on your desk?”

Bakugo shrugged a shoulder, something unreadable crossing his face. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”

She glared at him, cheeks flushed, but not just from embarrassment. Shame coiled in her gut, tangled with arousal and the bitter taste of surrender. “You’re such a goddamn asshole,” she muttered, grabbing her stuff from the floor.

“Yeah?” he said, voice low. “Then stop coming back.”

That stopped her. Mid-button. Mid-breath.

He didn’t look at her when he said it, just turned and walked to the bar near the windows, grabbing a bottle of water and twisting the cap off like he hadn’t just torn her apart in every way that mattered.

Her mouth opened. Closed. No comeback. No snark. Because the truth was, she could’ve stopped coming. Could’ve let her interns handle the paperwork she hated so much. Could’ve ghosted him and made his life hell through legal channels.

But she didn’t.

Again and again, she came storming in. Fighting. Screaming. Burning. Maybe because she knew Bakugo was the only one who could handle that kind of fire without running. She pulled her hair back into a messy twist, gathering herself. “You’re reckless, Dynamight. And I still have to fix your mess,” she said, slipping back into her heels.

He glanced at her from over his shoulder. “Thought you hated calling me that.”

“I do.” She crossed the room to grab the file she’d dropped. “But we both play roles, right?”

Something flickered in his eyes. “Yeah. Yours is ‘I hate him.’”

Y/N shot him a look, half-smirk, half-threat. “And yours is pretending you don’t care.”

Silence stretched between them. Charged. Complicated.

She turned toward the door, expecting him to let her leave, like always.

But then— “I dream about you sometimes.”

Her heart stopped. She didn’t turn around.

“You’re always yelling,” he said, almost to himself. “Wearing that smug little suit. Trying to make me behave.” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “But then you’ll still come back to me. You know you’ll never quit. Because, deep down, you already know you’re mine.”

Y/N’s fingers tightened on the doorknob. Her throat felt tight. She didn’t know what to say— if she should say anything.

So she didn’t. She walked out, heels clicking down the hall like punctuation. But her hands were still shaking.

[2 days later..]

Y/N hadn’t slept. Not really. She’d gone home, washed the scent of him off her skin, burned through casework, ignored every one of his messages, short, unreadable texts like “We need to talk” or “Don’t ignore me.”, and even the “Thanks for getting me out of that one.” She told herself it meant nothing. That it was just a line they crossed once—a heat-of-the-moment mistake.

But then she looked at her wrists in the shower, saw the faint marks from the silk, and had to bite her own fist to stop the way her body remembered. So she buried it. Locked it down. Became ice again. Until her doorbell rang at 11:47 PM. She blinked at the screen on the intercom, and her blood ran cold. There he was. In black sweats, a tank top, hair a mess, eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.

Bakugo.

She hit the button. “You drunk?”

“No.” His voice was gravel. “Just fucking sick of you ignoring me.”

Y/N hesitated.

Then she the door buzzed open.

He stepped inside like a storm barely contained. Didn’t touch her. Didn’t speak. Just stood in the middle of her pristine apartment like he didn’t belong there, but was daring her to say it.

Y/N crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

“You.”

She froze.

“You think you can scream at me, jerk me around, and then walk away like nothing happened?” he said, taking a step closer. “You think that meant nothing?”

“It meant nothing,” she snapped. “It was a mistake.”

Bakugo’s jaw ticked. “Then why do you look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Don’t act like an idiot. You’re smarter than that.”

Her pulse pounded so loudly she could barely hear her breath. He took another step. She didn’t back away. “You’re not some fantasy, Katsuki,” she bit out. “This isn’t one of your stupid hero missions. You don’t get to fuck your problems into submission.”

He grinned, all teeth. “Is that what I did? ‘Cause last I checked, you were the one moaning my name while tied to my desk. You were the only one to cum and I didn’t even ask for you to return the favor.”

Her slap was lightning quick, but he caught her wrist before it landed.

The tension crackled. Breathless. Violent. Wanting. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hit me if you want, sweetheart. But you know what happens next.”

She hated him. Hated him for being right. So instead of pulling away—

She kissed him. Hard.

Their teeth clashed, mouths hot and messy. Bakugo shoved her against the wall, hands gripping her thighs to hoist her up. She wrapped around him instantly, lips devouring his like she’d been starving since the last time.

Clothes came off like secrets. Buttons popped. Hair pulled. Hands everywhere.

He dropped her onto the couch, kneeling between her thighs with fire in his eyes. “You wanna pretend this doesn’t matter?” he growled, dragging his mouth down her chest. “Then try to pretend you don’t feel this, bitch.”

Y/N arched, fingers threading through his hair, already too far gone. This wasn’t control. This wasn’t release. This was war—and they were both losing gloriously.

[The next morning..]

Y/N walked into the agency’s legal floor like she hadn’t had her legs over Bakugo’s shoulders just forty hours earlier. Her heels clicked with intention, her blouse was buttoned all the way up, and not a hair was out of place. Coffee in one hand, lawsuit in the other, lips set in that practiced, perfectly unbothered line. Everyone in the hallway nodded when she passed.

“Good morning, Miss L/N.”

“Morning,” she said coolly. Like her mouth hadn’t been full of Pro Hero two nights ago. She stepped into the elevator. The doors were closing—until a hand shoved them open.

And there he was. Bakugo Katsuki. In all his grumpy, brooding, freshly-showered glory. Tie loose, blazer slung over one shoulder, jaw clenched like he’d rather chew glass than be there.

Y/N didn’t even blink. “Dynamight,” she said, sipping her coffee.

“Y/N,” he grunted, stepping in beside her.

Silence. Tension thick as cement. The elevator chimed. Floors passed. Y/N scrolled casually through her phone. “You’ve been served again. Property damage in Kamino. Four civilians mildly injured.”

“Did they die?”

“No.”

“Then they’re fine.”

She sighed, not looking at him. “You’re insufferable.”

He smirked. “Didn’t sound like that when you were screaming my name.”

She didn’t react. Not even a twitch. “I scream at a lot of people,” she replied smoothly, “Doesn’t mean I want to see them again after.”

His nostrils flared. “Keep pushing, princess.”

“Or what?” She looked up at him finally, eyes sharp. “You gonna spank me in the conference room?”

Bakugo stepped closer, crowding her into the corner of the elevator, voice low and dark. “Keep talking like that, and I just might-”

DING!

The elevator opened to the executive floor. Both of them stepped out like professionals.

Two PR assistants glanced at them, wide-eyed.

“Morning, Dynamight! Miss L/N!”

“Morning,” they said in unison… calm, poised, lethal.

[Meeting Room 3B. 8:30 A.M.]

The PR meeting was in full swing. Y/N sat across the table from him, flipping pages of the legal packet she’d prepped. Bakugo leaned back in his chair, legs wide, hand loosely tapping a pen against the table. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked up. She ignored him.

Mostly.

Until she licked her lower lip slowly, mindlessly, while turning a page. He dropped his pen. She didn’t look up, but her lips curved slightly. “Careful, sir.”

Bakugo leaned forward, voice low and amused. “My bad, just thinking.”

“Well, please try to keep your head with the meeting?” she said sweetly, passing him a highlighted clause. “Try reading for once.”

He didn’t break eye contact as he took it from her, their fingers brushing for the briefest second. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blush. Just sat there, straight-backed and unbothered, like she wasn’t soaking in power from the tension she kept tightening between them. Petty. Petty and perfect.

And Bakugo? Bakugo was seething. And hard.

[wandaslittlelove]

hii!! could I please ask for a jealous agatha harkness x gf! reader — like, reader is young and has a seductive aura and angelic beauty, because of that everyone turns their heads when she enters anywhere, however, agatha begins to notice the not-so-so-discreet looks and even compliments of men and women and becomes insecure and a little uncomfortable with that new feeling. even in the coven, alice and jen have heart eyes when they look at the reader, but she is oblivious to all this, since she has always received compliments since she was a child. but one day, things escalate and agatha starts a fight, but the reader starts to get more and more nervous that turns in a panic attack, afraid that agatha will break up with her. In the end agatha assumes her jealousy and her insecurity of being left behind by someone of the same age as reader. angst with comfort.

thank you so much, I’ll adore anything you write, I know that 🫶 stay well

When Your Grey

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader Warnings: Angst/fluff, panic attacks, insecurity

It started out small. The weird feeling in Agatha’s chest. It first started at a cafe. The cashier had looked at you with a blush on their face as they rang up your order. At that Agatha had simply put a possessive hand on your back. She thought nothing of it. She knew you loved her. She knew you wanted only her.

The next time was in a bar. You, Agatha, Jen, Alice, and Lilia all sat at a table. You pressed into Agatha’s side as you laughed at something Alice had said. Agatha’s hands made small soothing movements on your thigh under the table as she smiled. Suddenly a man that couldn’t be older than the legal drinking age came up to the table. His posture was confident and he had a smug look on his face as he approached. You all turned to look at him but he only acknowledged you. Agatha’s grip on your thigh tightened and she could feel that feeling in her chest again as he asked you if he could buy you a drink. She watched as you politely declined but the feeling in her chest remained. She hardly spoke to you for the rest of the night and wouldn’t engage with any of the other coven members.

After that the feeling only got worse. Her possessiveness turned into doubt. Why would you be with her when you could have someone younger? Someone your age. It was no secret that Agatha was older than you. No secret that you were on the younger side and everyone around could see. Agatha kept telling herself that it was fine. That you loved her but doubt is like a parasit. It worms its way into your brain until it takes over. Until it’s all you can think about. It controls every thought. Every action. The day that the feeling grew too big was a normal coven meeting.

You all sat in the living room. Everyone tells stories. In Front of you all sat numerous books that had been abandoned about an hour ago when you decided to take a break from teaching each other. Agatha sat in her chair and you sat on the floor in between her legs. It was one of your favorite places to sit. Not because it made her feel superior but because she would run her hands through her hair and you could still take notes. Agatha tapped your shoulder and you looked up at her. Without words she motioned for you to move and you did. Standing Agatha made her way to the kitchen to get everyone some more drinks. While she did that you decided to head to the restroom. One Agatha’s way back she froze in the doorway as she heard Jen talking.

“I mean I really don’t understand it. She’s so young and Agatha…well Agatha’s older. Plus she’s definitely way too pretty for Agatha. I would have loved to get my hands on her first.” Agatha’s fist clenched around the drinks. Setting them down she made her way back into the living room and kicked everyone out. They looked at her confused but left nonetheless. For a moment Agatha just stood there. Her hands clenched at her sides as the feeling in her chest grew. The doubt in her mind screams. When you come back you look around the room confused.

“Did they leave already?” Your question was curious as you moved to pick up the books left on the floor. “Jen was supposed to teach me that healing potion” Agatha stood silent for a moment before scoffing.

“Maybe you should go with her then.” She says coldly. She doesn’t move from her spot. Not as you look up at her with a furrow in your brows.

“What? Why would I go with her?” Agatha’s hands clench harder. Her nails are digging into her skin and starting to leave marks.

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t know. You would just love to go to her huh? Just love to be hers. Or maybe you’d like to be the cafe’’s cashier. Or the guys and girls at the bars. How about someone your own age?” Agatha’s voice raises. You can almost see steam rising from her. She refuses to meet your eyes. Instead glaring at the ground like it personally offended her.

“Agatha what are you even talking about” You try to step towards her but she steps away. Hurt blooms in your chest. You don’t understand what’s happening. “Did something happen?”

“You know what better yet I’ll just go give them your number. Tell them how happy you would be with someone your age.” You frown at Agatha’s words. You go to speak but she beats you to it. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? To not be with some old hag.” You look at her in shock. The hurt bubbling up more. You push it down though. You know Agatha. While she can be mean she would never intentionally be mean to you. She loves you. Plus you know her signs. You can see the way her hands dig into her skin. The way her shoulders are stiff. The way she tries to hold back tears. You step towards her again. Holding your hands out. Something you did when she got overwhelmed. This time she doesn’t move away but still refuses to look at you.

Your hands softly rest on her cheeks as you pull her eyes up to yours. Her hands tremble as she slowly unclenches them and rests them on your waist. She holds onto you as if you’d disappear. Like if she let go you’d walk away.

“Agatha, tell me what's going on. Why are you saying all of this? You know I love you. Only you.” Her grip tightens slightly.

“It's just. It seems like everyone wants you. Jen was saying you should be with someone younger. That i'm too old” Your jaw clenches at her words. Jen had always not been a fan of Agatha. Always trying to one up her as if everything was a competition. You place a small kiss on Agatha’s lips. You don’t comment on the way she whimpers as you pull away. You pull her to her chair and sit her down. Once she’s seated you get on your knees on the floor and press kisses to her thighs. It wasn’t anything sexual. Just something that helped calm her when she was insecure.

“My love. No one else matters. I don’t want them. I don’t want someone younger. I want you. My beautiful witch wife. You could be grey and wrinkled and I'd still want you.” She says nothing and the silence starts to get to you. She hasn’t moved.Hasn’t spoken. Instead she just stares. You don’t know when it happens but eventually you're the one pulling away. Your breath grows uneven as she refuses to reach for you. Tears gather in your eyes as she stands. You start to think the worst. Was she breaking up with you? Was she leaving?

Your breathing becomes more panicked and you start shaking. Agatha doesn’t notice until a choked sob escapes your lips. The second it does her eyes are on you immediately. She kneels in front of you and calls your name but you can’t hear it. Everything sounds fuzzy. The room is blurring as tears cloud your vision. She was going to leave. She doesn’t want you anymore.

Agatha reaches out towards you and pulls you into her lap. She rocks you gently as tears of her own fall from her eyes.

“Breath Baby. Deep breaths. I'm here. I'm here. I'm so sorry” She continues to whisper reassurances until your breathing has calmed and your sobs turn into soft hiccups. “I love you. Im sorry” Her hands run through your hair as her tears soak into your shirt. You both grip onto each other. Trying to anchor on another. Eventually you pull away to look at her.

“I only want you” You hiccup and she nods.

“I know, baby. I know” She pulls your face back into her neck as she continues to rock you. You both stay like that for a while until she eventually lifts you and carries you to bed. She tucks you into her side and holds you tightly. You both had a lot to talk about in the morning. But you knew everything would be okay.

[succubusvalentine]

Simon Riley with a user who's embarrassed of her sounds. CW : PiV, restraining, overstimulation.

Simon was an observer. So of course he noticed it. How when his hands travelled south and touched you in the ways that he knew drove you to the edge, you would gasp quietly and make the smallest sound in his ear.

While yes, that definitely sent blood rushing down to chub up his cock, he wished you would be louder.

It became a challenge to Simon. He craved to make you scream under his touch.

He started to push down on your lower stomach when his fingers or cock were in you. A small keening sound coming from you before you stopped it from getting louder.

Simon was quickly becoming frustrated. He had tried everything. Scouring online forums to find any tidbits of information he didn't already have stored away.

Then one night, he made you come on his cock. His calloused thumb rubbing your clit. And then, when he usually stops, he kept going.

A surprised moan came from you. Your eyes widening slightly as your hips squirmed.

And then your moaning got louder.

You couldn't stop. You were mortified at the mewls and whines coming from your lips. Covering your mouth when you nearly screamed in pleasure.

Something dangerous flashed in Simons eyes at your action. Sending a shiver down your spine.

"No" Simon growled, grabbing your hand and pinning it beside your head. Doing the same with the other before you could think to bring it over your mouth.

"Who knew all i' took was to make you come on my cock a few times for you to finally star' making sound, huh?" Simon growled, angling his hips slightly.

He then moved your wrists above your head and pinned them with one hand.

His other hand moved down and pushed on your lower stomach, making you squirm and cry out. Your neck and chest going bright red from embarrassment.

"Fucking trying for months t'get you to sing for me birdie" Simon grunted, his hips snapping into yours at such a pace, your brain went dumb.

"'s e-em-embarrassing!" You whined, trying to writhe your wrists free from Simon's strong grasp.

"How is it embarrassing when you sing so pretty for me, hm? So good for me, baby" Simon groaned against your neck. Biting down for good measure.

You scream as you came again, entire body buzzing and trembling. Before you went limp under Simon. Too weak to beg for a break.

Simon was nowhere near finished with you. He finally had gotten what he craved. Albeit at the sacrifice of abusing your cunt in the process.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[starlit-eudemonia]

ok… I just finish Cirrus’s good ending of Ch. 2 (I haven’t played the other sides of it to be messy). And I’m so fucking confused??? /pos.

[7hursday]

bestfriend!suguru who finds you sitting in the bathtub with your legs spread, hands that were frantically rubbing at your clit now frozen in place as you two blink at each other.

he was never supposed to even enter the bathroom — best friends have boundaries, after all — but hearing a strained scream of his name had him rushing to check if you were okay.

…only for him to realize a few moments later that it wasn’t a scream.

bestfriend!suguru who wordlessly pulls you out of the bathroom and tosses you onto the bed, ravaging you like a thirsty man that had been stranded in a desert.

your cunt was already sensitive from your previous actions, making you cry out and tangle his locks in between your fingers, but oh god — the way his tongue circled your clit before pushing inside your entrance, lapping up all of your wetness and tongue-fucking you without mercy — you weren’t sure whether to push him away or pull him impossibly closer.

at one point, his spit was almost entirely the reason why you were even wet. he was so persistent, making out with your pussy as if this was his last meal on earth. a clear, stream of liquid shoots out of your pussy when he inserts two fingers and curls them just right, hitting that spongy spot you couldn’t usually reach by yourself.

“oh my fucking god,” suguru pulls away, slick coating his lips and chin as he stares at the mess you’ve made. “look at that pretty pussy. so wet, all f’me,” a soft slap! has your body jolting, making you lift your head to look at him.

bestfriend!suguru who looked absolutely pussydrunk, eyes glazed over and still glued to the spot in between your legs as he fumbled with his belt. his cock was straining so hard against his pants you could’ve sworn they’d actually rip apart.

when he pushes his cock into your cunt, he has to bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, to stop himself from just burying himself to the hilt and fucking you to the point of bruising your cervix. the warmth and wetness surrounding and squeezing around his shaft has him seeing stars, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

when he finally picks up the pace, he ruts into you like a dog in heat, fingers digging into your waist as he chases after his high. he moans at the sinful squelch of your pussy with every thrust— and if he could eat you out and break you with his cock at the same time, he would.

bestfriend!suguru who says, “if I’d known you had a pussy this fuckin’ good, I would’ve made you mine ages ago.”

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[swytdoll]

♡.ྀི₊thinking about mean!overworked and underfucked nanami:3

it’s utterly cruel as he forces your fucked out face against the penthouse window. any other time, you'd be gushing over the breathtaking view of the city lights, but the way kento's fat tip gnaws at your cervix has your eyes rolling back in your skull.

a sinewy hand grips your throat, tightening to the point where you feel lightheaded. the other hand is firmly placed on your hip, anchoring your ass against his pelvis. you've been in this position for what feels like an eternity, pressed against the glass like an animal as he fucked you like a mutt in heat. the chill of the glass contrasts with the warmth radiating from him, each thrust causing the surface to shudder beneath you.

“such a slut, letting me use you like this—ha! bet it turns you on fucking your boss like this—god,” he snarls, voice thick with lust. the wet squelch of your slick pussy is audible in the room, only adding to your embarrassment. the shame has your eyes brimming with tears, the sting of them mixing with the ache between your legs.

he chuckles darkly. "that's right, sweetheart. i know how much of a fucking whore you are." he's relentless, driving his cock deep into your cunt as he uses your throat to keep you upright. “m’not a whore!” you try to argue, but it's incoherent due to the cock shoved in your cunt. he doesn't respond, but the grip on your hip tightens. his pace is brutal, each snap of his hips causing your ass to jiggle. your pussy flutters around his girth, sucking him in as he plows into you. the pressure building in your abdomen too much.

“don’t make me laugh.” he hisses, bending his knees slightly so that he can hit a new angle, the new position knocking a series of whines from your throat. you’re pretty sure he’s in your womb, molding your gummy walls around his length.

"always prancing around in those slutty skirts and shirts—i see the way you stare at me when you think i'm not looking. so needy. you wanted this from the beginning, didn't you?” he pauses, letting out a guttural moan.

“i knew all along. how could i not? you were practically throwing yourself at me. batting your fucking eyelashes, and now i've got you exactly where i want you. i bet it was all just a ploy to get my dick. i'm right, aren't i?"

even as he’s degrading you, you can't help but moan. kento’s hand moves to your ass, giving your cheek a sharp smack. the stinging sensation forces a cry from you, and you clench around his member, causing him to let out a string of curses.

“my point proven—ha! s’fuckin sad.”

the hand gripping your throat moves to the back of your head, pushing your face further against the cool glass.

"i'm not gonna last long," he groans, his hips beginning to falter. he's going harder, faster, and the way he splits you makes you scream. tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you come undone, the sensation of being full, so fucking full, causing you to go limp in his grasp. he doesn't stop, and the way he fucks you through your orgasm makes your vision go spotty.

he draws your hair into his hands, creating a makeshift ponytail for his fingers to weave into. then, he yanks hard, the sudden action forcing you to arch your back. “why do sluts always have the best pussy? no fair.” he sneers, he's fucking into you with such fervor that you're afraid the window might splinter.

“s-slow down, nanami-san, you're gonna b-break me," you stammer, voice barely above a whisper.

he doesn't.

the only thing you can do is take it. the way his head slams against your hilt has your body shaking, the pressure building up in your core once more. you can't hold on much longer, not with him fucking you like this.

“slow down? you wanted this! running your fuckin’ leg up my thigh at a work dinner, touching me under the table like a desperate bitch—you want this, don't you? i bet you would've let me fuck you there. i could've bent you over that table and pounded your little cunt till you were screaming my name. and now, look at you—fucking pathetic. such a pretty face, such a nice little pussy” he moans loudly, "wrecked. all ruined. and all because of me."

he pulls your hair once more, forcing a strangled sob from your throat. the sound makes him chuckle. kento uses you as a ragdoll, pulling your hair, grabbing your waist, manhandling you like some cheap sex toy. it's fucking disgusting. he spanks you when you go limp, pulling your hair whenever you go quiet. and all you can do is take it. the pain is so delicious that you're not even thinking straight. you just want to be good for him.

he's mean. but you've never been this wet in your entire life. your body is writhing, begging for another release, and when kento’s fingers find your swollen clit, you nearly fall apart. his fingers rub tight circles against the bundle of nerves, sending a surge of pleasure up your calves. his hips stutter, and he's moaning louder.

your knees buckle, another slap. “stay up i won’t tell you again.”

he's so fucking close. the tip of his cock is battering the entrance to your womb, and the way his balls are slapping against your cunt is making you sob. he nearly blows his load in you when he presses a hand below your belly button, feeling his cock through your stomach. he curses, grabbing your hand and pressing it to the small bump.

"can you feel me, sweetheart? can you feel how deep i am? can you feel the bulge?" you can't respond, too fucked out to process the words. he lets go of your hair, instead using both hands to pin your arms above your head. his face is buried in the crook of your neck, and you can feel his hot breath against your skin. “can’t even speak, sad.” he grunts, pressing sloppy wet kisses behind your ear.

you're his, all his. “mine, mine, mine.”

the way his teeth graze the skin of your neck has your eyes fluttering shut, a fresh set of tears rolling down your cheeks. you're a fucking mess, and kento nanami loves it. he can't help himself, not when your cunt is sucking him in like this. he's so close, so fucking close.

the pressure building in his abdomen becomes unbearable, and he lets out a strangled groan as his hips snap forward, his seed spilling into you. he doesn't slow down, not even as his cum overflows from your pussy, dribbling down your thighs.

"oh my god—oh my fucking god," he pants, his thrusts erratic. he's so deep inside of you, and the feeling of him painting your insides white has you on the verge of blacking out. he's filling you, stretching you, breeding you. it's too much.

his grip on your wrists going lax, you're completely boneless. the only thing keeping you from crumpling onto the floor is kento’s firm grip on your wrists. he lets go, and you fall to the ground. the only sounds that fill the air are the soft whimpers that escape your lips, and his heavy breathing.

he runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. he looks down at you, and the sight has his dick twitching.

you're a mess, his cum seeping from your cunt, mixing with your own arousal and dribbling down your thigh. the tear streaks running down your cheeks only make the scene more obscene. you're absolutely wrecked, and he's the one who did it. the thought has him grinning, and he crouches down to your level.

"you took me so well, baby girl," he purrs, tipping your chin upwards. his tone is surprisingly gentle, and you can't help but flush. his voice is a bit hoarse, a result of the noises he'd been making earlier. he brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, admiring how fucked out you look. he can't wait to get his hands on you again.

[miihho]

Can you write type of guy headcanons for thanos (230) please? thx <33

THE KIND OF GUY

(squid game edition) nsfw

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Thanos / Player 230

—THANOS IS THE KIND OF GUY who’d shamelessly flirt with you, his words dripping with confidence and charm. He’d slip in Spanish pet names like "señorita" so naturally, it was as if he were born to sweep you off your feet.

There was one day when he suddenly dropped to his knees, a smirk dancing on his lips as he grabbed your hand gently. "I might just start my own religion, because of how often I find myself on my knees for you." He said as he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks at the boldness of his actions.

He’d also call you every sweet name in the book—"baby," "angel," "princess," "beautiful"—each one rolling off his tongue with effortless confidence. And if that weren’t enough, he’d take it a step further, rapping his feelings for you in a way that was both cheesy and undeniably endearing.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d have a slow-burn romance without even realizing it. At first, it’s nothing more than casual interactions, small moments here and there. He doesn’t notice the shift—how his thoughts linger on you longer than they should, how he starts to care just a little bit more. It’s gradual, almost imperceptible, until one random moment hits him. Like it would suddenly click that he likes you. And now, he can’t stop thinking about it.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t give up on you, no matter how many times you ignored him. Your cold shoulder, your silence—it didn’t faze him. If anything, it only fueled his determination. He’d chase after you relentlessly, his confidence unwavering, his charm impossible to ignore, until you had no choice but to face him.

He spotted you weaving through the crowd, your determined strides screaming leave me alone. Naturally, that only made his grin wider. He adjusted his jacket, his confidence as unshakable as ever, and started after you.

"Señorita!" he called out, you didn’t even glance back at him, but when he saw your pace quicken, it only fueled his determination. He caught up easily, walking alongside you like he belonged there.

"Ah, playing hard to get? I like that," he teased, tilting his head to glance at you with that infuriatingly smug smile. "But you know, you make it way too easy for me to chase you baby. You’re irresistible."

You rolled your eyes and turned sharply, hoping to lose him in the crowd. But the next corner you turned, there he was—leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, like he’d been waiting there all along.

"Miss me already?" he teased with a smirk, his body blocking your path. "You can run, but you can't hide princess. Not from me."

You tried to sidestep him, but before you could get far, he placed a hand dramatically over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch, breaking my heart like that? Really?"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief. "Just stop, I can’t stand you."

With a smirk that practically oozed confidence, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing yet bold. "Then just sit on my face."

"W-what!?" You froze, eyes wide with shock, your heart pounding. "Just fuck off!" you snapped, brushing past him quickly, your face flushed in a mix of embarrassment and irritation.

He chuckled, watching you retreat with that same infuriating smirk. But you knew, as much as you tried to get away, he wouldn’t stop. He was persistent, and no matter how many times you brushed him off, he’d keep following, keep bothering you.

—He’s the kind of guy who wouldn’t tolerate some random guy flirting with you. If he saw it happening, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. He’d interrupt the conversation, push the guy back with a forceful shove, and growl, "Back off man! Who the fuck do you think you are hitting on my girl!?" (Yeah even tho you're not his yet)

If the guy was making you laugh or smile, he’d simmer in silence, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Once the guy was alone, he’d track him down, corner him, and with a dangerous edge to his voice, he’d lean in, his eyes burning with fury.

"Stay the fuck away from Y/n. Got it?" He said, his fist landing a brutal punch to the guy’s stomach, leaving him crumpled on the floor. "She’s my girl," he’d add, his tone low and possessive. "My woman."

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t help but yell, "Ah, there’s my girl!" with a huge grin spreading across his face when you made it out alive. Without a second thought, he’d rush to you, scoop you up in a tight embrace, and hold you like he’d never let go. "I’m so happy you're alive, baby. God, you don’t know how much I missed you." His grip would tighten as if to never let you slip away again.

—He’s the kind of guy who isn’t intimidated by you. He’ll rush toward you, full of energy, relieved that you made it through when the lights went out. While everyone else stood frozen in fear, staring in shock, you were casually wiping blood off your hands, having taken down a whole group without breaking a sweat.

—He’s the kind of guy who can’t believe he’s dating you after you finally accepted him. Like, a guy like him? Sure, he’s Thanos and pretty damn cool, but damn, you’re way cooler than him. So, every now and then, he’ll just blurt out, “Damn, I’m dating her?” when he thinks about you, or “I can’t believe she’s mine.” and his friend will just stare at him, completely weirded out.

—He's the kind of guy who's wildly in love with you, the type to fight a wild animal just to impress you. He lives to make you laugh, even if it means pulling off the dumbest, most ridiculous stunts. His love is chaotic, loud, and endlessly entertaining, but that's what makes it so unforgettable.

One day he tried to bake you a cake from scratch, only to set off the smoke alarm—but he still proudly presented you with the lopsided, half-burnt result, claiming it was "made with love." Or he'd show up at your door with a bouquet made of random wildflowers (and weeds), proudly declaring it’s “nature’s finest” while grinning like a fool.

—He’s the kind of guy who would let you paint his nails in any color you choose or decorate them however you like, all because he loves you and wants you to have that little piece of him.

—Thanos is the kind of guy who always needs to be in physical contact with you when you're together—his hand on your thigh, his arm around your shoulders. He craves that connection, that constant reassurance of your presence. Public displays of affection? He couldn’t care less. If you want him to kiss you in front of everyone, consider it done. If you mention he can kiss you after a game, why would he wait for privacy when he can claim you right in front of his friends? For him, it’s not just about the kiss—it’s about showing the world that you’re his and making sure you feel adored, no matter where you are.

—He’s the kind of guy who’s utterly captivated by your thighs, completely addicted to the way they feel wrapped around him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, no place more intoxicating than being suffocated by your softness.

He doesn’t just admire them—he worships them. His lips leave a trail of love marks along your skin, his way of claiming every inch as his own. Between kisses, his voice comes out low and teasing, filled with desire. (He also loves eating you out while you're wrapping your thighs around his head and getting suffocated by it. )

—He’s the kind of guy who would cover you in hickeys, leaving them all over your neck and thighs, a clear sign that you’ve been claimed and are already his. With a smirk, he’d tell you he’s just marking his priority, as if every mark is a reminder of who you belong to.

—He’s the kind of guy who’d proudly show you off to his friends with a grin and say, “Yeah, this my girl right here.” And damn, he wouldn’t just say it—he’d feel like the luckiest guy alive to have you by his side.

—He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t just take you—he claims you. If he ever finds out you're with someone else, he'll make sure you remember exactly who you belong to.

Thanos' rough words dripped with condescension as he gripped your hips, pulling you onto his thick shaft in one brutal thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into your mercilessly. "You're fucking mine, this fucking tight pussy is mine," he snarled, his balls slapping against your ass with each savage stroke. "This fat cock is the only thing you need. That pathetic loser can't touch this, can he?" He reached down to rub you clit, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud as he continued to ravage you. "Hngg!...—pls s'too much! too much! Thanos m'sorry p-please I w-won't do it again."

"Stop?" He chuckled, "We both know you love this. Being used like a cheap whore, stuffed full of dick. Admit it, you'd rather choke on my cum than go back to that limp-dicked loser."

—Hes the kind of guy who loves messy blow jobs. The sight of your lips stretched obscenely around his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in blissful submission, he fucking loves it. Loves how you surrendered completely, letting him control every movement as he fucks your mouth.

"Fuck... Your throat was made for my dick, wasn't it? Such a perfect fit, like you were born to worship my cock." he moaned, tangling his fingers in your hair and using your mouth like a cheap fleshlight as he chased his pleasure. The wet sounds of sloppy oral sex filled the air, punctuated by your muffled whimpers and gurgles. (Gosh he fucking loves that) "Fuck yes... hngg—take it baby, take it all, you filthy little cumdump!" His hips snapped forward, burying his cock to the hilt in your gullet while thick ropes of cum spilled in your mouth, forcing you to gag and sputter around his girth. "Look at you, such a good girl, gagging on my dick like it's your purpose in life. You were meant to be a cumdump, weren't you? Fucking slut."

—He's the kind of guy who loses his shit when you squirt into his mouth, he just fucking loves it when you're flooding his mouth with your ambrosial release. Saying "Holy shit," "I love you so fucking much baby," "Mmmm, you're fucking addictive as hell, baby. Can't get enough of this sweet juices." as he greedily laps up every drop. Just the taste of your squirting orgasm would send him into a fucking frenzy.

—He's the kind of guy who takes you apart piece by piece every time he gets you alone, his usual cruel exterior dissolving into raw, unbridled need. He doesn't just touch you—he worships you, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to draw out every moan, every shiver, every scream he can pull from you.

"You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum for me," he'd say, his voice dripping with hunger as his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. His lips never leave your skin, trailing kisses and bites down your thighs, across your stomach, up to your neck.

"Look at you, spread open and dripping for me like the filthy little slut you are," he taunted, dragging a finger through your slick folds. "I bet all those prissy boys never made you feel this good, did they? They probably couldn't handle a real woman like you." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as your body writhes beneath him. Even when your legs shake and your cries turn into breathless pleas, he doesn’t stop. He keeps you teetering on the edge, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you’re left trembling, completely undone, and utterly his.

[backinmyphase]

"A gift from our village for the king, the great Lord Sukuna!"

There was cheering behind you, firing up the hatred for these people who threw you out for the lion the second their life was threatened. The king was sitting there, chin on his hand as his eyes went over you. You knew he was making out your worth right now. Deciding if you were really good enough for a gift.

He was a strange looking man. Four arms, two different sides of a face, marks everywhere and you could see with just how he was sitting that he had a tall frame.

He was strange, but more like fascinating strange. However, that wouldn't make you hate him any less. After all he was the reason these people, you called your people once, gave you away that easily.

If only he didn't exist.

"You are staring."

His voice is deep but with a tint of mockery. Normally you would lower your head. If you were normal thinking, you wouldn't have risked your head for a snappy comment. No, you would have just kept your mouth shut.

"You are too."

There were many gasps. The strange monk with white hair next to him frowned. But the Lord didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Instead he stood up and you saw you were correct with your assumption, he was towering above everyone here. He slowly made his steps towards you. Now you were realizing how dangerous your action was. Just the way his presence made you want to hide was enough prove that he was danger. He stopped before you, looking down on you.

His hand found it's way to your chin lifting it, so you kept looking at him. You knew you shouldn't move. One snap with his finger and you would be... Oh well.

"I am." he grinned, while meeting your eyes. His were red. So unbelievable red, only blood could be.

"I hope I am allowed."

The silence spoke loud. You knew he was mocking you. He was making out right now if he should kill you or not, you were sure. There was just no way out of it, the decision was purely relying on his mood.

"Of course the king is allowed!" you heard screams from the people behind you.

"Lord Sukuna can do whatever he wants, no commoner can speak with him that way!"

There was loud mumbling of agreement behind you, which made your body stiffen. They were trying to get on his good side, there was no doubt.

"Offering such a pretty flower, just because they heard I was coming. Assuming I would destroy this place." his fingers were slowly caressing your chin. "You must be angry they were so willing to give you to me, are you not?"

You blinked at him, seeing his grin growing.

"Want me to kill them?"

The mumbling immediately died down, the tension now palpable in the air. Sukuna was still staring, watching your every move, even just the glancing of your eyes. You were shaking. But not just out of fear.

"I don't need them to die." You saw how Sukuna raised an eyebrow while there was small sighing behind you, just until you spoke again. "But...

If you did want to kill them, I wouldn't be mad enough to stop you."

The only thing you heard was your own breathing. The people behind you were quiet like they were not even there. You didn't look at them no, you didn't dare to.

Not when the king was looking into your eyes.

Then he let go off your chin and started laughing. Just laughing for an unbearable long time. Time, in which you wondered if you were dead now.

But he just shook his head while his laughter died down.

"Uraume, bring her to the estate." The white haired monk was already by your side. They were looking at him with a curious glance.

"And you my lord?"

"I have a Village to kill."

Part 2

[slightly-knot-insane]

Breaking a Promise

You love your monster boyfriends cock. It's huge, long, ribbed, a wonderful alien shape that you can't even describe. Beautiful colors are splashed across it, along the veins, glans, his balls, and surrounding the lovely hole that shoots that delicious load all over and inside you. You love to lick that little hole, pushing your tongue inside, tasting the pre-cum while listening to the grunts of your handsome boyfriend. His muscles spasm, he barely keeps himself under control. You forbade him to touch you this time. This time, he's your monster toy.

You glide your tongue slowly along his shaft, kissing every curve and stripe, every little marking. He can only squirm under your touch because he promised - he promised! - not to place a finger on you.

Smiling deviously, you continue your torture, soaking his monster phallus with your saliva. You suck his balls and foreskin, pulling them with your teeth. He hisses, his hands curled into fists. "Fuck... you are evil..."

"Evil?" You lift yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick. You kneel and start grinding yourself up and down along his soft creases, stimulating your swollen clit. "I am now."

"Fuck..." His head falls backward, exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He swallows hard while he grunts, controlling his arms, scratching the bedsheets like a nervous cat. "Please... Let me, just a little bit..."

"No", you snap, too focused on your pleasure, holding his dick against yourself and rocking your hips. Your moans become louder and you can feel your core aching. You push yourself forward, forcing his cock on his stomach so that you can ride it with more force. "Ah... ah... yes, I'm close."

He puts his hands behind his head, biting his bicep, trying not to look at you. But he can feel and hear every part of you. He can feel your wet cunt, the moist sounds, your pants and whimpers, your folds sliding along his cock.

"I'm gonna—" Your orgasm hard, screaming from delight, still humping his cock, making your clit pulsate. It is so intense, you shake and whimper like a pathetic plaything.

"Fuck this!" He grabs your hips and lifts you up like a doll. You aren't aware of his actions until you feel his full length inside your still pulsating pussy. "Ahhh yes!", you scream.

His pounding cock enhances your ongoing orgasm and just pushes the next wave forward. Hearing him grunt and groan while slamming your pussy against his groin speeds things up. You climax again, him balls deep inside you, chasing his own release.

"Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good... Your pussy loves my cock... It throbs around my cock... Ah..."

He presses you against his chest so that his hips can buck with full force. With a deep guttural growl, he buries his cock deep inside you and cums. He fills you up so much, you feel the pressure inside your womb as it swells.

After catching his breath, he says, in a most fake apologetic voice: "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

With half-lidded eyes, you kiss his chest. "You are not, you whore. At least you break your promises in a really fantastic way."

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji cannot wait to break in his virgin girlfriend—though until then, he’ll settle for simply teasing you until you’re a trembling mess.

tags. toji fushiguro x virgin!female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, toji early 30’s). corruption kink. dry humping? cum play. size difference. reader gets called ‘princess, doll’ queued

toji loves to tease you—you know that very well. he thrives off your reactions to his dirty words, the subtle yet naughty touches that he sneaks in during conversations, the seductive glint in his half lidded eyes whenever you’re around . . he knows what he’s doing.

even more so when you’re in his bed at night. you usually cuddle, sometimes make out and grind against each other, but nothing too lewd yet. toji doesn’t mind waiting to get a taste of you. he knows it will be worth the wait at the end.

but oh—is it difficult. so, so difficult. especially when you allow him access to more parts of your body.

“shit, princess,” he pants, hissing a bit when the mushroom tip of his cock bumps against your clothed clit, “y’re gettin’ so wet, huh? just by looking at my cock ‘n feeling it rub against your pussy.”

your cotton panties surely are damp with arousal; from both toji and you. his pre-cum mixes with your juices, ruining your favorite pair of panties. the wet spot forming near your slit only gets darker and darker the more you allow toji to rub his dick back and forth over your cunt.

“mngh—fuck. need you,” you whine, unable to fight the urge to buck your hips against his fat cock. your eyes dart up to your boyfriend to express your neediness, but he grabs your nape and guides your gaze back to his red tip pushing against your sloppy underwear.

toji lets out a dry chuckle. “i know y’ do. y’r pussy told me that long time ago,” he comments while he watches your adorable reactions to him pushing and pulling his cock from your clothed pussy. he’s only interested in you—the way your eyes glisten with tears and pleasure.

if it isn’t for his self control, he would have fucked you by now. but he’ll patiently wait until the perfect timing to push through that invisible wall, to pop your cherry while he looks you in the eyes, taking that innocence from you that he oh-so loves.

“want my cock, doll?” toji asks with a wicked grin. his large hands runs over your chest to your tummy. he guides his shaft over to your belly, measuring how much of your insides it would fill. “mm, yeah—would mess you up pretty bad,” he hums as the tip reaches your belly button. even further than that.

the thought excites the older man. to be your first, the first man who’ll mould your pussy to only fit his cock. no one else will have the honor of stripping you from your virginity.

“want it. want it all the way inside me,” you reply back, voice shaking with excitement. you’re going to cum soon from him simply grinding against your clothed cunt. your poor clit is continuously being circled and bumped against by his tip and it’s driving you crazy.

toji swallows thickly. “don’t ya tempt me like that,” he warns you in a dark tone. he runs a rough finger over your wet panties, keeping your legs spread wide with his knees. he easily finds your little hole as the cotton material sticks to your pussy, showing the outlines of your lips.

“might just push in here. .” toji murmurs as he positions the leaking head of his dick against your covered entrance, “. . and fill you up while hearing you scream my name. sounds good, ay?”

you gasp and feel your cunt clench around nothing. his hips move back and forth, shallow thrusts against the barrier that is your panties, mimicking the real thing. “y-yeah—oh, ‘m g’nna cum,” your heart rate picks up as your back arches off the mattress.

toji raises an eyebrow, secretly finding it endearing how that is the action that pushes you over the edge. you’re so adorable; simply thinking of him actually fucking you senseless and the feeling of his tip seeking your pussy is enough.

“aww, she’s gonna cum,” the dark-haired man snickers after mocking you. toji gauges your reactions and grins when he sees your head rolling back against the pillow.

“do y’ wanna cum together? we can,” he smirks as he leans down to intertwine your hands—playing the role of the gentle boyfriend who’s having sex with his girlfriend for the first time. he’s trying to give you the full experience while not actually giving it to you yet.

“y-yes, wanna cum together,” you nod mindlessly, your mouth feeling dry. you squeeze your eyes shut while also holding tightly onto toji’s hand. your pussy tightens up around air while your hips buck up to meet toji’s thrusts against your covered, wet hole.

“c-close—ngh, toji!” your eyes widen once his tip pressing snugly between your pussy lips. for a second it felt like his cock had successfully breached through your panties. that short-lived moment is enough to push you over the edge and cum on spot.

toji witnesses the bliss in your facial expression and he groans. “fuckkk—take it. g’nna cum all over ya princess,” he presses his hips firmly against yours, his full length resting right between your wet folds, ropes of cum spurting out of his aching tip.

you feel the sticky liquid stain your belly, running down to the waistband of your panties and even staining the front part. your choked up moans are music to your boyfriend’s ears while he calms down from his own orgasm.

his big biceps tremble as he holds himself up above you, grinning from ear to ear. “keheh, made a mess out of you,” toji’s voice is filled with pride. he lets you cling onto him for as long as you need to.

his eyes dart down to the sticky mess on your tummy and panties. the older man leans back on his knees to admire the view. he really couldn’t wait to actually slide inside of your tight cunt—but this will suffice for now. the sight of his cute girlfriend trembling and whimpering beneath him makes up for everything.

his fingers hook around the waistband of your panties. “can i look, doll?” toji asks in a gruff voice, desparate to see your glistening cunt. you weakly nod and he doesn’t waste any more time.

the sight greeting him when he pulls your underwear down is nearly enough to make him cum again. your juices are everywhere, multiple strings of wetness connecting your pussy to your panties. they snap one after the other as your panties are slowly removed.

“oh, y’re such a messy girl,” toji sighs, leaning down to kiss your tummy, licking up some of his own cum. you shiver and your hands dart out to hold onto his black hair. he chuckles at the gesture, humming in acknowledgement.

his eyes darken when he catches a glimpse of your sopping pussy again. he’s so close to it — so extremely close. his gaze darts over to a drop of his cum that threatens to slide down and over your clit. the heat and smell of your cunt is driving that man to the brink of insanity.

toji lolls his tongue out, eyes glistening with desire while he pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, big hands holding onto your hips. drool gathers in the corners of his mouth as his face hovers right between your legs;

“mind if i have a taste of you, princess? jus’ a quick one, i promise.”

[mywritersmind]

DO NOT DISTURB - LN4

summary : In which an early morning surprise comes in the form of Max Verstappen staring at his little sister in his rivals jacket.

listen up : swearing! maxverstappenssister!reader

words : 982

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The constant banging on the door woke me up with a groan. I didn’t think before slipping out of bed, rubbing my eyes and slumping my way to the door to see dare bother me so early. I put the do not disturb on last night!

I twisted the handle, running a hand through my hair and peak my head out. Now, you know that feeling when your stomach drops on a rollarcoater? When you’re driving a little too fast and slam your foot on the break because you are not going to make that light? That feeling that you get when you get caught.

I immediately regret it.

I immediately regret it because my brother is staring at me, his mouth open and his eyes wide. I try to slam the door shut because in my groggy haze, I forgot that i’m not in my room.

The feeling of Lando’s jacket on me suddenly takes over as I scream and push my back against the door. Max fights back instantly, not letting it close as I struggle to hold him off.

“What the fuck!?” He bangs on the door, “Y/n!?”

My eyes go to the bed where a lazy figure sits up, clearly confused until Max pushes the door open, my heels dragging on the floor in a last ditch attempt to stop him.

“Shit.” Is all Lando says, practically falling out of bed and standing up. He’s in pajama pants only and normally I would grin stupidly at his naked chest but i’m pretty sure i’m about to be murdered.

“Yeah, Shit!” Max slams the door behind him as I back away quickly, “Someone better start talking!”

See, I didn’t mean to start hooking up with my brother's rival/friend! But Lando Norris had his eyes set on me and even though at the time I thought it was just for bragging rights or a one night stand, he kept coming back.

“Um…” Lando’s voice is still scratchy from sleep as he looks at me, panicked.

“We’re dating!” I say quickly as Lando’s eyes get wide and he takes a step back. Max steps forward, something new that i’ve never seen on his face. He seems to try to find words, opening and closing his mouth a hundred times with hand gestures to match.

He stops, slapping his hand against his mouth, “I told you to stay away you little-” He screams at Lando and I suddenly wonder if he’s woken up the whole floor.

“I tried but your sisters hot, mate…” This gets Lando slammed up against the wall with a bloody grin on his face.

“Lando!” I scream, not because I'm scared for him, but because he’s being a little shit about it.

He’s wanted to tell Max for months and at times, I did too! Most of our friends our suspicious or completely know but Max is my brother. And a very protective one at that.

Hence, my boyfriend slammed against a wall.

“I will fucking destroy you, Norris.”

“Go ahead, Max. But when you do I want you to imagine me coming home to a Verstappen who really likes and pittys me.” Fucking hell he’s a complete cunt and I have to pretend it’s not hot as hell.

“Will you two stop!?” Is all I say when I see Max genuinely raise a fist! He backs away from Lando and starts pacing. I look at my curly haired who has a cheeky grin on his face. “Shut it.” I mumble and come closer to my brother.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” He looks at me and it’s the first time I realize he might be genuinely hurt.

“I knew you’d react like this.” I cross my arms, getting embarrassed that my big brother is disappointed in me.

“No, I reacted like this because I came to my friend's hotel room only to find my baby sister in his clothes!” Okay so maybe I should have told him earlier…

“It’s my fault, I didn’t want to tell.” Lando cuts in.

“No, don’t.” I groan, hating taking responsibility for my own actions, “Lando wanted to tell you. He did, actually! You both may have been piss drunk but still, he really wanted to.”

“Like me more now?” I can hear the smile in Lando’s voice as my brother blinks.

“No.”

“Anyway!” I eye Lando, “We’re dating. And I know I should have told you and you’re probably pissed-”

“Definitely pissed!” Max cuts in.

“But, I really like him.” I'm actually in love with him but I think that would make Max have a heart attack.

“You.” Max points to Lando who’s eyes widen, “You ever hurt her, Please remember that we have the same job, with the same danger, except i’ve been doing this a lot longer than you. I can play anything off as a track accident.”

Lando’s face drops as he looks to me, “Did he just threaten to kill me?” I smile and nod, “You Verstappens…”

“You threaten him before?”

I nod, “All the time.”

“Good.” Max lets out a dry laugh, walking towards the door. “I’m still pissed so don’t get any ideas about PDA around me, ever!” He pointedly says to Lando. “Ugh ew, I hate you both.”

“Love you too, Maxie.” I say with a smile and a sigh of relief.

“Hey, Max.” Lando walks up behind me and I'm already worried. My brother turns, his hand on the door, “While we’re here… we have another surprise.” Lando slips his hands over his jacket, holding my stomach. I slam my foot on his as he laughs and my brother looks at us with murder in his eyes.

I can’t help but laugh, leaning back into Lando as he holds me tighter. “Go back to your room, he’s a dick, I know!”

Then, Max does something I completely didn’t expect. He smiles.

[manmuncher777]

How the jjk men would react to an aphrodisiac

Toji -

Being brutally honest, I love a dom man. But I think he would get a little subby. Being such a brat because you forget to tell him about the special chocolates you had bought and now hes been fucking aching for you all day. Then you had the audacity o be at work for the whole day.

“Fuck baby, gonna kill me” the giant of a man was basically whimpering beneath you, splayed out on your couch like a slut while you rode him half to death. Hips slamming down brutally against his thick thighs with all your might, doing your best to get him off.

Your slick now dripping all over his thighs as you rode him, your thighs burning and arms aching but you never slowed.

Toji could do nothing but take it, he had been thinking about this all day. And it was so much better than he imagined it rendered him almost paralysed. Forearm flung over his eyes as he grits his teeth as the feeling of your sloppy cunt swallowing him over and over again, your position allowing his bulbous tip to kiss your cervix. Stretching yourself over his thick cock. It’s like his sense were multiplied, usually he would bent you over and fucked into you until you were a drooling mess. But this time he was the drooling mess, as soon as you sunk down onto him he knew it was endgame

Hearing your big strong boyfriend whimper beneath you turned you on far more than you thought, each movement you made dead set on pulling the most pathetic noise from him.

“S-shit~ haa~” he hissed out at a particularly cruel squeeze of your pussy.

Oh how he wished he could watch you, your flushed face staring at him, tits bouncing with each grind of your hips, but he knew the second he stared into those glossy eyes he would be done for.

“What wrong baby?”You questioned, slowing your movements to teasing drags.

“F-fuck you doll.” He gritted out, hips pathetically bucking into yours trying to chase his pleasure

“Awh im trying baby.” You giggled

Shit that was music to his ears, he never usually lets you lead. But hes thinking he might have to from now on

After hes fucked you for payback however

Nanami -

Oh hes fucking insatiable. I mean hes already obsessed woth you enough as it is. Now imagine that tenfold. So its kind of freak you out when you come home from work to find him sat in your living room, glass of whisky in hand, tie undone, disheveled hair. And a devious look in his eyes

“Come on darling, show me how deep I am” he drawls with a Cheshire Cat like grin on his face. Gripping one of you hands and dragging it down to your stomach. Where he was clearly bulging through you poor little pussy. You did your best in your fuck out state to move his huge hands, bringing it down on the bulge. Only for him to press on it gently, watching the way your eyes lolled into the back of you head, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“Oh there? Is that the spot my love?” He questioned, cruel really as he knew you could hardly form the words to answer.

Sure you had seen Nanami feral before but it was nothing like this, nothing as raw and filthy as this. The way his eyes trained on you, never leaving. Watching you like prey, knowing you had no way of escape. His hand every now and then moving to the side that he had place his whisky, taking a sip before turning his attention back to you. Only this time he brought his mouth to yours, transferring the Smokey liquid into your mouth with a sloppy kiss, licking the trail it leaves as it spills from the corner of your mouth.

“Ken~” the sultry action pulling his name from your mouth in a broken whine. His cock fucking you deeper and deeper into the couch with every thrust, dragging through your velvety walls in a way that had his knuckles goin white with how hard the were gripping the cushions

“Oh- fuck say it again baby”

Suguru - (fucking father of all my kids, love of my life, underrated king)

He’s so fucking cruel with it, I mean you cant blame him, you left those chocolates out without sating a word, and then are too busy to pick up your phone all day when all he wanted to hear was your voice while he fucked his fist. So of course hes going to have to teach you a lesson

Hot tears stream down your face, ruining the makeup you had spent so long on that morning. You had just got in from seeing a friend, rushing because of all the missed calls. But instead of coming home to an emergency, you came home to Suguru fucking his hand on your shared bed, before pouncing on you, stripping you down and bending you over the bed.

“That’s it baby, cry for me” he gritted out to you, huge hands coming down to encase you wrists in his grip, using them as leverage to fuck you harder and harder. The slap of skin against skin echoing in the room, slightly masked by your screams of pleasure.

And you did exactly that, pouring tears into your bedsheets, smearing your mascara into the material. His hips snapped so savagely into yours, relishing in the feeling of your thighs trembling

“Sugu~ fuck fuck fuck” his name left your lips so sweetly it almost made him want to show some mercy. Almost.

His hips bucking into yours, fuelled by the sound of your pathetic whines.

“Oh no, not sugu for you tonight sweetheart, thats reserved for good girls” Groaning at he pummels deeper into you, struggling to get his words out as you clench so tightly around him. Getting even more distracted as he watched himself enter you, the way your thighs glisten with your own arousal, the noise your pussy makes as he takes a hand and swipes his digits through your folds

“It’s Suguru to you- fuckin tease”

A scream left you, muffled by the duvet you head was getting buried into. Nodding your head as you accept everything he was giving you.

“Yes Suguru.”

“Oh baby, now you want to play nice? Breaking my heart sweets” he leans down to whisper against the shell of your ear

“Cus im not done with your punishment yet”

Gojo -

Hi - pathetic whimpery mess, thats all - send tweet

“Shit baby, been thinking about this all day” hot breath tickles your ear from the shuddering man. He was fucking wrecked, skin sticky with sweat as he eagerly thrusts into from behind, muscular body hulked over, pressed into your back as he struggles to support himself, his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own, chasing yet another orgasm. “Been thinking about you.” He rambles, eyes squeezed shut as he fucks you, one of his thick arms wrapped around your torso, stopping your escape from his brutal thrusts. “Been thinking about this pretty little pussy” and you can hear the need in his voice, the pitchy whine that leaves him with every word. Silent pleas not to stop. His thick cock stretching you over him, so deep you could hardly speak. Your one choice being to listen to him as he talks to you. Words flowing from him with little thought. His only focus being how well you were taking him

“F-fuck, please let me cum inside” he stutters, a pathetic whisper in your ear. His pretty leaking tip mashing against your g-spot as he spoke, begging.

He never slowed, slamming into you over and over again, unable to stop himself. You werent sure how many times he made you cum already, you werent sure how many times he had cum now. But you couldn’t find it in you to care, hearing him so pathetic and whiny getting you wetter and wetter by the second.

“‘Toru~” You gasped as one of his hands dove sown to your clit, rubbing fast circles on the swollen bud. Legs quivering which each movement of his fingers

“B-baby, you cant ca— fuck- cant call me that.” He shudders against your, eyes rolling back into his skull as he replays the way you said that little nickname of his

“Toru..” you purposely repeat, only to be met by hard thrusts and a deep groan from behind.

One…. Two… three

“Fuck”

A warm sensation filling your belly as he shoots ropes of hot cum deep inside, over and over until he was shaking from the pleasure. Not pulling out before starting his pace again.

“Need more sweets.”

[trivia-yandere]

ok head me out…jungkook…who happens to be your brothers best friend…are you catching what im saying???

well why the fuck not? off limits

he’s a 10 but…he’s your brother’s best friend & completely off limits.

word count: 3.118

warning: smut, little plot fr fr, age difference (like 3 years), fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol intake, oral sex (f/m) creampies, dirty talking,

“Did you know?” you asked Jungkook, head pressed against the cold window. Your eyes watch as the world passes by in a blur with the speed in which he’s driving. Your mind is a mess, the alcohol flowing through your body.

“Know what?” Jungkook asks.

Jungkook was the person you called to pick you up from your night out with your friends. It was nice of him to deal with all of you - the random crying in the backseat from one friend, to the angry screaming another did over the phone with her boyfriend. It was silent now, however, as he was on his way to driving you home. There’s soft music playing through the speakers that’s at the perfect volume for you and him to talk.

You don’t answer his question - not yet, at least. “Remember…my freshman year of highschool,” you start, lifting your head from the window to turn to look at him. “when I kissed you?”

Jungkook feels your eyes on him as he drives. His hand grips the steering wheel, his right hand lightly tapping his fingers against his thighs.

Jay, your brother and his best friend, would have not picked you and your friends up without giving you an earful along the way. Especially once he saw the way you were dressed - short skirt, tight shirt and laced stockings. It was one of the main reasons why you called Jungkook, after all.

“Yes.” Jungkook murmurs. “You weren’t even supposed to be at that party.”

True, you think. But neither was Jay. Your parents were out of town that weekend and that meant Jay was going to do what he wanted. You threatened to expose him if you didn’t go along with him - typical younger sister actions. After giving you a long list of things not to do, he allowed you to come.

Of course, he had told all of his friends about you being there and to keep an eye out. Your beer was stolen from your hands by Jimin who replaced it with soda. Taehyung had plucked the joint that was handed to you by a senior right out of your fingers and insisted you do something else. That something else was joining a game of seven minutes in heaven where, surely, no one would be there.

Except, Jungkook was. And the moment he saw that you were going to be in the closet with someone older than all of them, he had stepped forward and gone inside with you instead. He fully intended on not doing anything with you, of course.

“The look on your face was funny.” you snort, thinking about that memory. You haven’t talked about it with him ever - neither did you even tell Jay. Your brother made it clear from day one - back in elementary school when he met his closest friends - that you were to never be associated with them outside of a platonic relationship. 

They were off limits; and so were you.

“I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” Jungkook responds, snorting. You’ve done it so fast and it lasted less than five seconds. There was only a minute left in the game and you had placed a hand onto his chest and murmured a quiet “our little secret” before leaving. “You were like a little sister to me back then.”

Your smile immediately falls, your eyes shifting back to the road. The mood changes immediately and Jungkook notices it.

Your question you asked him before was did he know. Did he know that you liked him back then? You were only a freshman while your brother and him were juniors. You didn’t blame him for seeing you as a little sister as you all grew up around one another. He witnessed you and your brother fight and argue countless times, eyes bouncing between you and him with large doe-like eyes.

“How about now?” you ask as Jungkook stops at a red light. The roads are clear from any cars in sight. “Do you still think of me as a sister now?”

Jungkook allows himself to look at you fully now. He stares at you for a few moments, gathering your question into his mind. He doesn’t respond, unsure how to.

It was easier to see you as a little sister back then - all of the friend group had. Taehyung would always tease you like Jay had while Jimin was more of the caring type. 

Now, however, it was different. He noticed the shift as you began to grow older. Your senior year to be exact. Your figure changed, your voice grew a bit deeper and older. You were growing a bit mature for a senior girl. He told himself it was because you were a pretty girl so naturally, he would notice these changes.

But even after highschool, his eyes continued to wander to you and linger longer than they should. You moved in with Jay into his apartment to be closer to college and he would see you whenever he frequented there. Your shorts fit you perfectly, as did your shirts. You showed more skin (than Jay ever wanted you to) and when you spoke to him, it was always in a tone that Jungkook swore wasn’t entirely platonic.

“Kook?”

Jungkook blinks, turning his eyes away to look at the light that’s still red. He contemplates just running it as it’s nearly 3 a.m and not a single car around them. His cheeks are dusted a bit red when he realizes he’s been staring at you the entire time.

“No.” Jungkook says. “I don’t.” he answers truthfully.

“Kook?” you hum once more, this time a hand reaches out for him. It touches his arm and causes a jolt of electricity to shoot throughout his body.

“Yeah?” Jungkook swallows, adam’s apple bobbing. This damn light wasn’t turning fast enough. He turns his attention towards you. He notices from this angel, the red lights are illuminating your face. Your lips are coated in gloss and it shines.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Another swallow, followed by a squeeze of the steering wheel.

“I lied about where I was going to Jay tonight. And…if I go home. He’ll see me dressed like this.” you explain further. It causes Jungkook to glance down at your attire again, immediately regretting it and then meeting your eyes. “He’ll call me a whore again.”

Jungkook wants to say no - that you should go home. Jay should be asleep by now; he had work in the morning right? 

Jungkook doesn’t see the issue of you being at his apartment. You’ve gone there before…with Jay. Without Jay, what would be the reason for you to be there? What if Jay found out and thought-

“You’re thinking too much into this, Kook.” your lips form into a smile and your head tilts. Your hand squeezes his biceps a bit. “Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just me.”

Everything could go wrong - and it did.

You’re unsure how long it took when you and him got into his apartment, but your lips were on his before either of you could think.

Jungkook’s mind screams at him to stop this. Not only were you not sober, but you were off limits. You were someone he respects greatly and shouldn’t take advantage of.

But your hands roam his chest, then go lower to his stomach. You grab hold of his hands and place them onto your hips - all the while continuing to deepen the kiss.

Jungkook gives in, pushing you closer. You smell of fruity alcohol and strawberries - your lips taste of peach; soft and sticky from the gloss. He’s hooked, the flooded feelings he suppressed coming out at such a terrible time. 

“I want you.” you mumble against his lips, arms wrapped so tightly around his neck. Afraid to let him go in the guise that this could possibly be a (wet) dream; one you didn’t want to wake from just yet.

Jungkook knows you do, but he’s hesitant. Kissing you is bad and it goes against his friendship. But fucking you was something so heinous. If Jay found it, it would ruin nearly two decades of friendship.

“Please,” you repeat, one arm unhooking from his neck to take hold of one of his hand that’s gripping your ass. You dip it between your legs and through the skirt so he can feel just how much you wanted him. “please.” you repeat.

Jungkook groans - how much could one man handle? You’re soaking through your panties and the stockings you’re wearing. His fingers are directly against your clit and on instant, they rub circles on the wet, sensitive bud.

“Jay’s going to kill me if he finds out.” Jungkook groans, capturing your lips into his as his fingers dips between your wet folds. He makes no move to stop or push you away, however.

“It’ll be our little secret.” you say, repeating those very words he heard years ago. A secret he was going to take to the grave with him, no matter how small and insignificant it may have been back then.

Jungkook dips his fingers into your hole. It’s tight and squeezes around him. Instantly, he begins to pump, needing to feel just how wet you were for him.

You don’t hide your moans in the slightest. You wanted Jungkook to know how much you wanted this; wanted him. You waited years to be in this position - to have Jungkook all to yourself, even if it meant that you had to do it behind everyone’s back.

“Just for tonight.” Jungkook says, his warm breath tickling your cheek. “Tonight I’ll give you what you want.”

“The whole night?” your hand is still holding his wrist as he pumps his fingers deeply inside of you. Your arousal is coating his palm, a groan escaping your lips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts, eyes already clouded with lust. “you’re going to be insatiable.”

Jungkook removes his fingers from you, a whimper escaping your lips at the loss of them. He juts his head down the hall to the bedroom. He tugs you along, slamming the door open and leading you inside.

You don’t take your time in removing your clothes and the stocking, having them pool around you.

Jungkook doesn’t waste time pushing you onto his bed and pulling your legs apart. Your pussy is glistening underneath his LED lights and he groans at the beautiful sight. His head dives down, tongue swirling onto your clit. He’s groaning and grunting, his cock throbbing with just the act of eating you out.

It felt so wrong doing this, Jungkook thinks. The same young girl who was once so innocent and sweet was now you. The girl who was an adult who knew what she wanted. Who was laying naked on his bed and whimpering as he suckled onto your clit.

Your hand places itself onto his head, gripping his hair. Your hips grind against his tongue and he lays it flat so you could continue. The amount of times you thought of Jungkook in less than holy ways couldn’t be counted on both hands, but getting to live it out was a dream.

“Fuck, Kook.” you moan. 

Jungkook wasn’t going to stop until you came - which wasn’t far. He has your legs on his shoulders and his hands on your thighs to assure you cannot squirm away from him. His tongue laps your clit greedily, messy black hair jumping with the way his head bobs back and forth.

Jungkook’s cock is painfully hair as you moan for him. His eyes flicker up to your face - scrunched in pleasure with your eyes fluttering open just in time to meet him. He doesn’t look away, a satisfaction flowing through him when your eyes widen slightly and you groan. His tongue continues to ravish onto your cunt greedily until you’re shaking with pleasure.

You begged for him to fuck you right there. To take you as rough as he wanted - to not hold back. You were on birth control, you said. You wanted to feel him - all of him if this was going to be the one and only time.

Jungkook was but a man. He was already a fucked up person and friend. He sinks his cock into you and pounds you so disrespectfully - as if you weren’t his friend's baby sister. As if you weren’t someone he cared about deeply.

You begged for more, each thrust causing your stomach to churn. Your breast bounces erratically and your pussy’s already squeezing out another orgasm, but you don’t want this to end; neither does Jungkook.

Jungkook turns you around and fucks into you even deeper, your face pressed into his cotton sheets. Your ass was amazing from this view - it was going to be engraved into his mind. 

“Your pussy feels so good.” Jungkook whines, fully positive that he sounds like a school boy experiencing sex for the first time. 

It doesn’t help that you’re far too willing for him  to fuck you that you do whatever . You spread your  legs even further to allow him more access, nails digging into his sheets. He pounds into you with no mercy, your pussy squeezing him.

Jungkook hovers about your arched back, right hand dipping between your thighs to capture your already throbbing clit in his. He rubs it as he pounds into you, his lips close to your ear. “Are you really on birth control or was that a lie?”

“I-I am!” you say through moans. “A-Are you going to cum in me?”

Jungkook grunts - you weren’t going to make it easy for him, were you? The thought of cumming in you was exciting as he never did it with anyone without a condom. 

What’s the worst that can happen? You and he were already doing the unforgivable.

“You want me to cum in your pussy?” Jungkook’s voice sounds like sex, deep and sensual. 

You cum right there, overstimulation flowing through you but you nod your head erratically. You wanted any and every part of Jungkook that he was willing to give you.

And Jungkook had.He came right in you - again and again.

The fucking didn’t stop until he’s came in you at least four times. One time on your back so he could see your face as you cum around his cock. Once while you ride him, his hands cradling your hips possessively, eyes darting from the way you rise and fall on his wet cock to your bouncing breast in his face. The next follows immediately after, this time Jungkook taking control while you kept your position right above him.

Somehow, even then you weren’t done. You allowed yourself an hour before you asked if he could cum in your mouth. The request was outlandish but, Jungkook complied. You laid on your back and opened your mouth for him to, in your words, use you.

Jungkook should feel disgusted of himself for already using you as if you were nothing but a whore, but it was far too tempting. He pumps his cock into your mouth, watching the way you take him effortlessly and he ponders just how long you wanted this.

Him fucking your mouth turns to him fucking your breast - another request you had. His hands squeeze your breast together as his thumbs twirl against your hardened nipples.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/N.” Jungkook grunts.

“Only for you.” was your response that has him cumming again, cum shooting out and coating your breast.

The amount of sex that you and he have leads the both of you exhausted, sprawled out on his ruined sheets and both breathing heavily and sweaty. Jungkook’s mind wanders to how he was going to be able to look at you or his friend in the face again without feeling like a complete asshole.

Neither of you have time to think when a loud ringing sound comes from down the hall. It’s your phone and judging by the time, you can guess who it was. 

“It’ll go to voicemail.” you murmur to Jungkook. “He still thinks I’m at a friends.”

Jungkook's heart sinks but he nods.

“Wanna shower with me?” you ask, a hand placing onto his sweaty forehead. “We can both use it.”

Jungkook sniffs. “If that’s what you’d like. We can.” he says. “Y/N, I-”

You place a hand onto his lips to silence him. “I know, Kook.” you murmur. “You don’t need to let me down easily.”

Jungkook lifts himself to a seated position. “I wasn’t going to say anything like that.” he shakes his head. “I just…I want you to know that I do have love and respect for you.” 

You blink as Jungkook continues.

“And I don’t want you to think that I view you as…a slut or…any less than before.” Jungkook’s cheeks are a crimson color now. “I-”

“Kookie,” you lift your body so that you can grab his hands into your own. The nickname was one he hadn’t heard since middle school and it immediately caught his attention. “I get it. Trust me.” you say, a smile forming onto your lips. “Did you know…” you began, repeating the question from earlier. “...that I liked you?”

Jungkook's mouth goes dry and slowly, he shakes his head. It should be surprising as Jungkook was oblivious to any and every girl that liked him.

However, Jungkook does recall one moment - an instant in which Jay had stated that you and him could never be together. It was a random comment that came entirely out of nowhere, but it happened right after you kissed him.

“Jay knew.” you murmur. “I didn’t tell him but…he knew.” you look away. “I thought maybe he told you. I’m glad he didn’t.”

Jay wouldn’t have - not even now. 

Jungkook slowly inhales. A part of him feels even more like an asshole because this was a mistake. You had feelings for him that should’ve been obvious if he wasn’t such an idiot. Things are much more complicated now.

“Let’s shower.” you say, noticing the change in Jungkook’s demeanor. This was a one time thing that wouldn’t happen again and you’ll grow to be fine with that. “Then if you’re up for it, you can show me that movie you’ve been talking about.”

Jungkook nods slowly, allowing you to tug him off the bed and towards his bathroom. His mind wanders back to your confession and recalls just the amount of times he’s caught you looking his way and smiling shyly when he notices.

Off limits, he hears Jay’s voice say in his mind over and over again as you turn the water on to heat up. He was fucked.

part two

@darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree @chimmy-licious @investedreader @momnomnom

[aloevera-o]

Hi dearest tumblr writers here is some tips you have no choice in using now.

Please stop over using: said, say, yell, whispered, in your stories. Its atrocious,

(Edit)

I know I phrased it that you were "over using" said. (I was making a joke) I'm not going to bully you for using it. I provided this list for those who *want* it. Personally *I* do not frequently use "said" BECAUSE *I* like to show more emotion in my dialog. Again I am not going to say your writing is good or bad based on the tag on your dialog. This list is for those who WANT to use it.

Use these instead

Neutral 

Announced 

Commented

Divulged(Make known)

Explained

Called

Began

Told

Reported

Observed

Remarked(Say something as a comment;mention 2. Regard with attention;notice)

Noted

Continued

Conferred(Grant or bestow 2. Have discussion;exchange opinions)

Replying

Replied

Retorted(Say something in answer to a remark, usually in a sharp, angry, or witty manner)

Answered

Responded

Suggesting

Advised

Appealed

Asserted

Beckoned(Make a gesture with the hand, arm, or head to encourage someone to come near)

Urged

Promised

Inclined

Implored(Beg someone earnestly or desperately to do something)

Implied

Hinted

Persuaded

Touted(Attempt to sell, typically by pestering in an aggressive or bold way)

Proposed

Teasing or Flirting

Grinned

Quipped (Make a witty remark)

Teased

Taunted

Purred

Mocked

Mimicked

Provoked (Stimulate or give rise to in someone)

Joked

Lied

Imitated

Making a Sound

Breathed

Choked

Croaked

Drawled(Speak in a slow, lazy way with prolonged vowel sounds)

Echoed

Grunted

Keened (Wail in grief for a dead person)

Moaned

Mumbled

Murmured

Painted

Sang

Stifled

Sniveled(Cry and sniff in a feeble or fretful way)

Snorted

Whimpered

Whined

Uttered

Bawled

Howled

Whispered

Accusing

Accused

Articulated

Postulated(Suggest or assume the existence or fact truth or a basis for a reasoning, discussion, or belief)

Angry

Barked

Bellowed (Emit a deep, loud roar, typically in pain or anger)

Bossed

Carped (Complain or find fault continually about trivial matters)

Censured (Express severe disapproval)

Commended

Criticized

Demanded

Raged

Ordered

Reprimanded

Scoffed (Speak to someone or about something in a scornful derision or mocking way)

Scolded

Seethed (Bubble up as a result or being boiled)

Snapped

Screamed

Snarled

Told off

Thundered

Roared

Yelled

Chided (Scold or rebuke)

Leered (Look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious, or lascivious way)

Condemned 

Rebuked (Express sharp disapproval or criticism of someone because of their behavior or actions)

Admonished (Warn or reprimand firmly)

Chastised (Rebuke or reprimand severely) 

Berated (Scold or criticize angrily)

Interrupting

Interjected

Interrupted

Chimed in

Comforting

Soothed

Comforted

Reassured

Consoled

Empathized

Asking a Question

Sought

Inquired

Doubted

Hypothesized

Guessed

Supposed

Suggested

Lilted (Speak, sing, or sound with a lilt)

Wondered

Probed(Physically explore or examine)

Beseeched(Ask someone urgently and fervently;implore)

Acceptance

Accepted

Acknowledged

Admitted

Affirmed

Agreed

Justified

Settled

Verified

Concurred

Condoned(accept and allow behavior usually thought as offensive)

Cocky or Snarky

Grinned

Taunted

Purred

Jabbered(Talk rapidly and excitedly with little sense)

Fear

Shrieked

Screamed

Swore

Quaked

Shivered

Trembled

Warned

Cautioned

Shuddered

Stammered

Fretted (Be constantly or visibly worried or anxious)

Hesitated

Stuttered

Quavered (Shake or tremble in speaking, typically through nervousness or emotion)

Happy

Babbled

Beamed

Blurted

Bursted

Cheered

Chortled (Laugh in a breathy, gleeful way;chuckle)

Chuckled

Crooned (Hum or sing in a soft, low voice, especially in a sentimental manner)

Crowed (Gloating;saying something in a triumphant manner)

Exclaimed

Giggled

Laughed

Rejoiced

Sad

Wailed

Cried

Sobbed

Yelped

Agonized (Undergo great mental anguish through worrying about something)

Blubbered (Sob noiselessly and uncontrollably)

Groaned

Mourned

Puled (Cry querulously or weakly)

Cried

Wept

Grieved 

Lamented (Mourn someone's death)

"She said with (a)(tone)" Is also a better option than just "she said". Or mix and match

Casual 

Chiding 

Courteous 

Curious 

Dry 

Flirtatious 

Level 

Rasping 

Small 

Panicky 

Soothing 

Condescending 

Perpetually tired/angry/excited 

Controlled grin

Fond look

Gloomy sigh

Note of relief

Sad smile

Sense of guilt

Sigh of irritation

Forced smirk

Wry smile

Crooked smile

Conviction

Determination

Rage

Firm persistence

Pleasure

Quiet empathy

Simple directness

Astonishment

Still emotion

Also here are some better adjectives for words you are banned from using too

“Good”

Exceptional

Adequate

Splendid

Superb

Admirable

Favorable

Marvelous

Satisfactory

Reputable

Worthy

Respectable

Pure

Uncorrupted

Efficient

Dependable

Merciful

Considerate

Mannerly

Proper

Decorous

Satisfactory

“Okay”

Satisfactory

Approved

Acceptable

Passable

Tolerable

Sustainable

“Nice”

Lovely

Beautiful

Favorable

Adequate

Kind

Friendly

Attractive

Polite

Helpful

Inviting

Nifty

Delightful

Pleasant

Admirable

Pretty

“Bad”

Atrocious

Awful

Cheap

Rough

Unacceptable

Cruddy

Defective

Incorrect

Inadequate

Raunchy

Inferior

Poor

“With anger”

Acidly

Angrily

Crossly

Irritably

Loudly

Roughly

Tartly

Tightly

Smugly

Sternly

Hotly

“With sadness”

Depressingly

Gently

Sadly

Softly

Desperately

“Not caring”

Absently

Complacently

Dryly

“With arrogance”

Sarcastically

Condescendingly

Smugly

“With neutrality”

Naturally

Calmly

Approvingly

“With care”

Understandingly

Empathetically

Carefully

Hesitantly

Cautiously

Quietly

Uncertainly

That is my peace, thank you