#this is a desperate attempt for me to get over feeling too exposed over... my interests and expressing myself?

[slut4hee]

That One Hot Nerd

{Paring: Nerd Euijoo x Popular Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut with little to no plot, fluff?? college au, fwbs, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: In which you have a secret sexual arrangement with the hot nerd at your school….

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, missionary because he’s a beast like that yk? big cock juju, he’s a total different person behind closed doors, dirty talk, pet names, I feel like listing everything sorry 😭

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You watched as Sabrina Springfield leaned down on Euijoo’s desk, exposing her cleavage to his eyes, as she pretended to ask him a question about the assignment you all were currently working on. Euijoo wasn’t your typical nerd, he’s smart, handsome, and all the girls in school wanted a piece of him. But it always ended the same way every time, them throwing themselves at him, only to get rejected coldly.

Euijoo never gave them the time of the day, head deep in his books, and only speaking to others when he had no choice but to do so. But what nobody knew behind closed doors, was that you and him laid tangled in his sheets almost every night, you screaming his name and letting him use your body however he wanted.

You smirked to yourself when Sabrina attempt to seduce Euijoo, embarrassingly failed, as she walked back to her desk all awkwardly. You felt a sense pride and cockiness, knowing that you were the only one who were able to experience sex with him, in fact Euijoo was a totally different person behind closed doors, his shy and quiet demeanor turning into a dominant and cocky personality.

Class had finally ended, and you grabbed your things and walked over to Euijoo desk, you gave him that look he knew all too well, knowing exactly what you wanted and he was going to give it to you. He smirked to himself before nodding at you.

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“Oh fuck juju, oh god just like that baby” You moaned loudly, Euijoo ate you out like a starved caveman, his wet tongue working wonders on your puffy wet pussy. He smirked against your lips, sucking and slightly biting at your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your legs to start shaking.

“Did you get jealous earlier” He pulled his face from your pussy, his chin glistening with juices of your arousal. Before you could respond he went back to attacking your cunt, sliding one of his digits inside your tight pussy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body trembling as you neared your high.

“Answer me slut, I said did you get jealous when Sabrina was presenting herself like a whore to me?” He growled.

“No! No juju i didn’t, I didn’t” You cried out, heat rushing to your lower abdomen, as you feel yourself about to explode.

“And why is that baby girl, better give a good answer or this pretty pussy Is not cumming” He grinned menacingly, sliding yet another finger inside you, as he sucked your pussy aggressively.

“B-Because i know you don’t want them, you belong to me and I belong to you, fuck daddy please let me cum please” You screamed out, at this point you’re holding your breath, the band in your stomach threatening to snap.

“Good girl, only my good girl now cum for me, make a fucking mess” You came almost instantly, letting out a loud cry, as you came hard and squirted your juices all over his face and fingers. You panted as you tried to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down.

“Juju please, want your big cock inside my pussy so badly” You begged shamelessly, grabbing his face roughly and kissing him messily. You moaned into his mouth, at the taste of you arousal still lingering on his tongue.

“Such a cock hungry little thing aren’t you, can’t last a second without my dick stuffed inside you baby?” He groaned, slapping his fat mushroom tip on your puffy clit.

“Yes daddy I’m such a whore for you cock, please fuck me now” You bucked your hips desperately, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim. He growled before sliding his dick inside you in one go, the feeling of his thick cock breaching your insides, knocking the wind out of you.

“Fuuuckk, tight little fucking cunt, so warm and wet it’s all mines right?” He moaned, his tall figure towering over you, as rocked his hips back and forth in perfect rhythm. You clawed at his back, feeling him so deep inside you, his tip was touching your cervix. You looked up at him with your fucked out eyes, his glasses were fogging up and sliding off his face.

You moaned at the sight, fixing his glasses for him, as you thrusted your hips against his.

“You naughty little girl, you like getting fucked by nerds huh? Like when they use your body like a slut, while wearing their glasses baby?” He whined, your tight pussy squeezing and trying to milk him for all he’s worth. The bed was creaking loudly, the sound of your skin meeting his echoed off the walls of his dorm, and you’re pretty sure the people in the room next door could hear everything that was happening.

“Fuck baby, gonna make me cum so hard, gonna drain my balls like a good girl baby?” He panted, his thrusts growing erratic and sloppy, as he feels himself tipping over the edge. You were also close, that tingly feeling returning, and the room felt like furnace, hotter than lava itself.

“Yes Euijoo, want your cum so bad, please breed me daddy” You whined, your pussy clamping down on him, robbing his body of its white sticky essence. That’s all that took for him to let go, letting out a guttural growl, as he shoot thick spurts of white cum deep inside you. You followed right behind him, the feeling of his warm cum flooding your insides, made you cum so hard around his dick, your cream dripping down the base.

He collapsed on top of you, his body spent and limp. You wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing all over neck softly. You both laid there in silence, just enjoying the comfortable feeling of being close to each other.

Finally Euijoo said the words you’ve been waiting to hear for a long time

“𝐘/𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝?” 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬.

“𝐘𝐞𝐬! 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮” 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐄𝐮𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬…..

The End.

A/n: this is actually kinda cute 🥹 and sexy and hot!! But I kinda feel like it sucks idk I was kinda sleepy when I wrote it but this for all my ej stans I hope you enjoy and reblogs and feedback are always appreciated🫶🏽 not proof read srry🥲

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[evergreen-sentinel]

I'm very limited in my artistic expression but I do try with what I can.. I am much too shy to share my actual artwork of Bryon, but months ago I did make him on Ponytown.

with Elona. Naturally. Now to work up the courage for actual fanart

[pearlymel]

Cont. capitano x fem!reader, NSFW, unprotected sex, riding, reader is called 'wife'.

“the mask stays on.”

…

“whatever for?” but your already silent pleading face did not make him question you any further, if this would please you.. then he was more than willing to obey.

Is this what they call a kink? Capitano thought as a thumb mindlessly brushed over your already exposed hardened nipple, enjoying the way you would squirm in return.

“darling,” he spoke, voice deep as his thumb circles around breast with no intention of teasing you, of course. “would you use me for your pleasure tonight?”

You blink at him, and be tilts his head, awaiting for your answer. His long hair brushing over your body, almost tickling your skin.

Fuck, if he could only chase you down slowly with the mask on—

“ah, y-yeah,” you clear your throat, trying to get yourself together to gently push his back against the headboard, his legs spreading wide for you. His cock jutted proudly from within the tight confinements, fingers barely brushing over his impressive girth, making his breath hitch in response.

You swallow thickly before wrapping your hand around the shaft, raising your hips to attempt to take him all at once. Even when you were already well prepped and dripping for him, taking him in always seemed like a challenge…

His hands trembled slightly as they gripped your hips, helping to guide you to position above him. He always got to handle with care.

Oh and the moment you started sinking down his cock, taking in the head before making your way further down, down—

his head fell back against the headboard, and if it weren't for the mask, you'd see just how much of a panting mess he was being. Nonetheless, he looks equally as hot with the mask on.

The first groan left his lips as your warm cunt stretched around him, and he rolled his hips upwards, burying himself deeper inside you until there was nothing left to take in.

So full.

You couldn't wait before you were already slamming your hips into him, making him startled by the sudden movement of you bouncing up and down, up and down, jaw clenched so tight when he glanced down to witness the way his cock would disappear and reappear from inside you.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the firm globes as he helped you move above him. You were already in another world, expression too fucked out to comprehend any other feelings.

“my darling wife,” capitano couldn't help but match your movements, thrusting upwards, burying himself as deep inside you as he could go. The head of his cock kissed your cervix everytime you slammed your hips down to the hilt, and he could feel your gummy walls fluttering around him, clenching and releasing in a desperate rhythm that soon made him all fucked out.

“C-cum with me,” you whine, your thrusts growing sloppier with each passing second, nails scraping any place you find untoched on his body before you could cry his name out beautifully when you spasm around him, like you were trying to squeeze the life out of him—

Taking your body in his arms, he thrust upwards one final time as he felt his own release approaching. His balls tightening, his cock throbbing and pulsing within your wet heat.

And there it was, his hips jerked erratically before he spilled inside you.

Capitano could feel his cum flooding, could feel the warmth of it spreading through your body, and could literally feel it leaking out of your sweaty and panting figure.

“… is this what you wanted?” You take the time to ask, and you're only met with heavy breaths and his limp body.

But he nods afterwards.

"next time you could praise me more," oh, he's intrigued.

"maybe sprinkle some degrading words," alright, so you liked it different sometimes. "And then pull my hair a bit," okay, he's a bit concerned but he can do that for you.

"maybe choke me too—"

"... Darling, were you tortured before? I worry for you."

[joelsdagger]

intermission || joel miller x f!reader

shout out to @dinandwhiskey for feeding into my delusions for this one and to @skrunkly-scrimblo for the beta <33

pairing: daddy dom!joel miller x f!reader summary: movie night with joel doesn’t go to plan, or joel fucks your mouth while you’re sleeping. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ rating: 18+ MDNI warnings: [No Outbreak], established relationship, age gap [reader is 24, joel is late 50’s] , dd/lg dynamics, daddy kink, somnophilia [no explicit consent in this fic but she’s cool with it, therefore dubcon], oral [m receiving], face fucking, deepthroating, finger sucking, praise kink, pet names [little bug, little angel, baby, the works lol], references to tummy bulge, references to unprotected p in v sex, mentions of creampies, cum eating, reader can be carried [tho in my mind joel is huuuuuge so size kink as well], Joel’s POV. word count: 2.3k a/n: happy father’s day (iykyk) :3

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He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. 

I don’t fall asleep during movies, daddy, you had sassed him. 

Whatever you say, little bug. 

That was an hour ago and now you’re resting your pretty little head against his belly, your hand tucked beneath your head. You look so peaceful. So pretty. So soft. So – pliant. 

He really shouldn’t. 

But then your hand slips from under your head and falls to rest a hair's breadth away from his clothed cock, it jumps in his sweats. You’ve practically pavloved him to react like that with just a mere graze of your fingertips. 

“You got no idea what you do to me, sweet girl, drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy over here,” his voice a low rasp, reaching for your fingers and gently pulling them from his lap, squeezing your fingertips twice before resting them atop his thigh. 

You’re completely limp, deep in your sleep and Joel is unable to control himself.

He snatches up the remote, hastily turns down the TV, shoves his gray sweats down to the middle of his thighs and frees his semi-hard cock. He wraps a hand around the base, gives it a firm tug, and rests the tip of his length on your lips.

He stills and swallows hard. He shouldn’t do this. He can’t do this, it feels selfish to take what he’s been desperately wanting from you — for the better part of an hour — when you’re unable to respond. He should wake you. 

But then, almost as if you’ve made the decision for him; your lips part and a soft moan releases from you, mmm, daddy. His cock twitches against your lips, opaque droplets already gathering at the slit. Your lips stay parted and the glistening tip slips between your plush lips. 

“Fuck– ” He groans at the sensation, eyes rolling back into his head, hand flying up to the back of yours, cradling your skull in an attempt to anchor himself as he slowly rolls his hips up into you. He stiffens fully at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him. It feels fucking incredible. 

How the hell did he get here? A rare lazy sunday night with you on his lap, taking a man almost three times your age in between your lips, letting him use you in your sleep. 

He remembers first laying eyes on you. You showed up on his porch one night, not too long ago, with sparkling eyes and a shy smile on your face. He didn’t even hear what you had said to him, too distracted by the soft skin of your exposed thighs just below the hem of your pale pink dress — barely covering the plump shape of your ass — and the flow of your hair as a wave of muggy summer heat swept past. He thinks it was something about the leftover cake from your birthday. He only guessed that from the sad, fat square slice of funfetti birthday cake held up in a flimsy paper plate before him, the letters jaggedly cut down the middle of the celebratory phrase.

Joel is a strong man; at least that’s what he tells himself. He knew you were too young for him. The split letters that barely spelled out twenty-four on your birthday cake told him as much. Trouble, he’d muttered. He still mumbles that occasionally when you push his buttons, though hours later, he often finds himself burying his length deep inside of you, tears pricking your eyes while he stretches your needy cunt.

But then you glanced up at him with wide, curious eyes and flashed him a big, toothy smile — the prettiest little thing he’s seen in all his long, hard years — and he cracked; his cement walls came crumbling down. He brought you inside his home, into his too-small bed, and fucked you until you cried, until you asked him for a break only to climb on top of him minutes later, begging him to feed you his cock again.

His cock pulses on your tongue at the memory, your voice high-pitched as you cried, Daddy, please, I want it. And Joel couldn’t resist his special girl. How could he? When you softly gasped into his mouth as he pushed the blunt head of his cock past your puffy folds — nuzzling in and making a home for himself — where he belongs. Your warm, drooling cunt sucking him in to the hilt, sheathing the entirety of his hard length inside your messy little pussy. 

Joel is a strong man, but not when it comes to you. 

Please, please, I need to feel it inside me. All the way up here, daddy, you whined, one hand gliding up your belly, the other fisting the fabric of your lace-trimmed dress. He just couldn’t resist you. So he fucked you and fucked you deep, until he was in the soft pouch of your tummy and poking through from the other side, just as you had asked of him. He fucked you full of his spend, until your poor, tiny hole couldn’t take any more of his cum. 

He’d damn himself to hell before he’d refuse you. He only hopes you don’t deny him if you wake. 

His deft, roughened fingers brush the hair out of your face before settling his hand back on your head. He sits up and leans over; marveling at the stretch of your lips around him, sweat beginning to pool at the nape of his neck and the corners of his temples. 

He feels filthy. A dirty old man. He’s never taken you like this before. But it doesn’t feel wrong. He’s only missing those pretty sounds you make —

You stir and let out a soft moan around him. Sweet Jesus, there you go. Your head dips lower down his belly, nestling more of his length into your hot mouth. Atta fuckin’ girl. Let me in, baby. Open up real big for daddy. 

“Such a naughty little thing, lettin’ me fuck your throat while you’re sleepin’, just needed to be full o’me huh?” He whispers softly, and at that, you hum. Joel can’t help when he bucks up into your mouth in response, saliva pouring past your lips and onto his graying pubic hair. 

“Fuck, baby, you like gettin’ daddy all messy? Like chokin’ on daddy’s big cock?” He taunts, a grin tugging on his face. 

Once again, as if you can hear him, you hum. 

You’re so damn responsive. Or maybe you just like having his dick in your mouth.  

“Fuck, yeah, you do,” he pants, his voice strained with restraint. His free hand glides down to the swell of your ass — the softest skin he thinks he’s ever felt — and hikes up the frilly hem of those pink sleep shorts that he likes a little too much — the ones speckled with tiny red hearts — over one cheek, grabs a handful of your plush flesh, and squeezes. You moan, and Joel feels your tongue twitch, feather-like, beneath the heavy weight of his cock, then pressing up against the thick, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. He bites down on his lip to muffle the loud moan that sneaks past his lips, the back of his head hitting the couch behind him. 

“Goddamnit, takin’ me so damn well, even in your sleep, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he babbles, his eyes shut tight as he revels in the feeling of himself in your mouth, the action movie silently playing on the screen flashes against his eyelids, measured shaky breaths escaping him. The strong hand on your head easing you lower and lower to take more of him, your lips now grazing the drool drenched hair at his base.  

Your mouth feels like velvet around him — warm and soft and so perfect that his hips cant upwards unconsciously, the pace of his thrusts increasing. He’s losing himself in the haze of his fast-approaching release, a deep-seated tension building in his gut, teetering on the edge until—

You splutter around him and Joel’s head snaps up to peer down at you, your eyelids flutter open against the soft glow of the television.

“Shit, baby. ‘M sorry,” he rasps and quickly retracts his hand from your head. Yet, you don’t pull yourself off him, instead you curl your weak fingers into his thigh. You don’t want him to stop. 

“You want me to keep going?” He asks gruffly, he knows you can take him, you’ve done it countless times since you have met. He’s trained you well. Yet, he needs to be certain he’s not reaching your limit. 

You drag your lips off his cock, an obscene wet slurping sound fills the too still air, letting off him with a pop and maneuvering yourself to sit up on your knees. “Yes, please daddy,” your voice still thick with sleep, peering up at him with an innocence to your needy gaze; a mixture of drool and precum coating your pouty lips. 

“Christ,” he mutters, under his breath. Such a pretty fuckin’ sight. One he reckons he’ll never get tired of seeing. He can’t deny you. Not when you look at him like that. 

“Okay, baby, here,” he murmurs, his hand retakes its place on the back of your head, guiding you toward his aching cock, your lips latch onto the fat head — all angry and red — and he inhales a shuddery breath as he watches your face contort at the stretch of him in your mouth. 

Your tongue flattens underneath him and he presses himself deeper into your willing mouth, filling you up and messaging the walls of your throat with the wide head of his cock. 

His grip in your hair tightens and a low groan rumbles in his throat, “There you go, baby, hold still.”  

Fucking hell. He could keep you here forever. 

“So goddamn pretty like this, baby,” Joel grits, “Love havin’ your mouth stuffed full o’ my cock, huh?” 

You make a low muffled sound around the length of his cock.

“S’right, you do,” he answers for you.  

His free hand trails down the length of your body, instinctively gripping the meat of your ass, dull fingernails digging into your skin, just barely grazing your puckered hole. You whine around him, the vibrations from your throat has him flexing his fingers your hair in response, and with shallow, quick thrusts of his hips, he fucks himself into your mouth. 

Fresh tears begin to sprout in your eyes as you gulp hard, your throat constricting around him. Joel feels his throbbing tip choked tight at the small opening at the back of your throat. The warm walls of your throat so tight — so good for him — the muscles in his belly tighten, and the hand on your ass is quick to join the other on your head, gripping your skull. “Shit— that’s it, angel. M’comin’.” His dick pulsates on your tongue, and a loud, guttural groan spills from him as hot, thick spurts of his cum coat your throat. His hand holds you there, firmly pressing your mouth flush to his spit-smeared balls. He feels you swallow around him again, and he whines quietly. The muscles in his jaw go slack, and his head falls back onto the couch while he lazily thrusts upwards, his leaking head bruising the back of your throat as he empties the last of himself into your mouth and filling your belly, his chest heaving from exertion.

He lifts his head when he feels you pull off him; you cough softly against him, the warmth of your breath brushes against his now softening cock, and his hooded gaze meets the sight of a thin string of saliva and cum dribbling from your wet, puffy lips, tears dripping from the corner of your eyes and down your cheeks. “Oh, c’mere, little bug, lemme see.” 

Just as he taught you, you plant a small, wet kiss on each of his heavy balls. Joel sighs through his nostrils. Fuck. What did he do to deserve you? You’re too good for him. You scoot over to sit up in his lap. Joel feels the slick between your legs through your tiny shorts when you press against his soft cock. He lets out a little groan; if he hadn’t just come, he’d be getting hard at the sensation.

His hand reaches to grip your jaw, angling your face up as you present him with your open mouth, the corners of his lips twitch at the sight of the walls of your little throat; empty, swollen, and used. 

“My filthy girl, you did so good f’me,” he cooes, coaxing away your tears and swiping your glistening lips clean. He pushes the pad of his thumb — covered in slobber and cum — into your mouth and presses it onto your tongue. Your wet eyes lock with his as you enthusiastically suck his thumb clean. 

Man alive. Maybe you’ll damn him to hell.

You release his thumb and giggle, biting your lip and smiling up at him dreamily. “Thank you, daddy, I liked it,” you rasp quietly. 

“Yeah?” He breathes, both of his hands on either side of your face, thumbs stroking your wet cheeks. 

Your wide, glassy eyes meet his gaze, “I like when you do things that make you feel good, it makes me feel good,” your voice hoarse and small, fingers toying with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Well – you always make daddy feel good, little angel,” he praises, leaning forward to lay a long kiss to your forehead that elicits a breathy sigh from you, your eyelids fluttering closed. 

“You tired, baby?” He whispers, tucking your soft hair behind your ear, fingers stroking down your hair and twirling the end of the gathered strands between his fingers.   

You yawn quietly and give him a slow, small nod, a sleepy smile to your face as you sink down in his lap, your weeping cunt throbbing against him. He’ll play with your perfect little pussy in the morning. Maybe your other little hole too. 

He chuckles at that. “Alright, little bug...” he starts, tucking his soft cock back into his sweats. He scoops you up into his arms; his weak, achy knees pop, and a low grunt spills from him as he stands, “Bedtime.”

[mrsbarnesblog]

bathroom break

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summary: when at the party you hear some girls talking about your boyfriend, you decide to show them who he belongs to

word count: 1.5k

warnings: established relationship, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, marking

“Get up.” The laughter around the guys’ circle died as you stepped into their space, only interested in your boyfriend’s attention. 

“What?” Rafe looked up at your pouty face, arching a brow. “You wanna go home, baby?” His arm wrapped around the back of your thighs, bringing you closer to him. 

“No. I just need to do something. It won’t take too long.” Everyone in the group looked at each other with knowing smirks and Rafe’s face lit up. You didn’t even bat an eye at the murmurs and snickers from his friends—you simply didn’t care if they knew. Rafe allowed you to take his hand in yours and tug you in some random direction through the random people that flooded the house. 

“Now what are you doing, baby, hm?” He asked as soon as the door of the bathroom behind you closed and you quickly locked it. 

“These bitches were talking about fucking you right in front of me; can you imagine? Especially the one who gave me dirty looks the whole time, 'cause she knows that we're together. I asked them to shut the fuck up but they didn’t listen, so I guess I have to mark my territory.” You shamelessly grabbed the buckle of Rafe’s belt, dragging him closer to you. You jumped up on the sink, allowing him to stand in between your legs as you quickly undone his jeans. 

“Mark your territory? Am I your territory now?” He teased, placing his own hands on your thighs, squeezing the plush skin and allowing you to do what you needed to. Watching your angry and pissed-off expression with a sly smirk, Rafe tugged on your skirt until it fully exposed the dump material of your panties.

“Yeah, you are, Cameron. Your heart, your body and your dick are mine, you got it? Just fuck me and make them bitches jealous.” 

“You sound so hot, for fuck’s sake.” 

You finally handled his clothes, pushing both layers down his legs and allowing his already hard cock spring free. Your hand wrapped around the base, giving it a few pups, and the other slid under the t-shirt, scratching his toned abs.

“Baby…” Rafe groaned, his head fell forward, nestling in the crook of your neck and his grip on your legs became tighter. His hips started pushing forward, looking for more. “Need to be inside or I’m gonna cum all over your hand.”

Burying your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, you yanked his head away from you until you were able to connect your lips. Rafe quickly pulled himself together, as usual, dominating over you. The kiss was pure lust, with your tongues dancing around each other in a desperate attempt to get more.  

Your legs wrapped around Rafe’s hips, pushing him closer to your body. The only barrier that separated his cock from your greedy cunt were your painties. Rafe rubbed his big finger over the wet material, moaning in your mouth at the feeling. Then, he simply pushed the fabric to the side before putting his leaking tip at your entrance and sliding in. 

“Fuck me, Rafe.” You moaned. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth hanging open at the feeling of him bottoming out deep inside of you. Even with your slightly blurry gaze, you saw your tinted lipgloss smudged all over Rafe’s face, which he didn’t seem to care to wipe. 

As his cock started sliding in and out of your pussy, making your ass slide on the slick counter, you gripped the back of his neck to bring his body closer and put your lips on his skin. 

When you said that you wanted to mark him, you meant it quite literally. 

Biting and sucking on the tender skin of Rafe’s neck while he was basically splitting you in half made you even hornier. He slightly tilted his head to the side so you could have better access to him, and he held your legs in place around his body while brutally fucking you into the counter. 

The sound of slapping and both of your moans echoed in the small room. It smelled like sex, you felt a wet mess under your ass, but it was the least of your concerns. 

You pulled away, admiring your work. Dark red hickeys covered the side of Rafe’s neck, but the look in his eyes was what truly made you go dumb. His lustful eyes were focused on your plump and wet lips. He mirrored the way your mouth was slightly opened, breathing heavily and not even trying to cover the groans. 

“You like it? You like it when everyone knows that I’m fuckin’ you here? I bet they can hear it too.” He rasped, wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your face closer. Your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, making it harder for him to push in. 

“Mh– Rafe!” You squeaked, not even knowing what you wanted to actually say. Your brain was not working at that moment. It was just Rafe, Rafe, Rafe and the overwhelming feeling of him everywhere. 

“You shouldn’t be jealous of other girls talking about fucking me, because the only girl my dick is happy to see is you.” To prove his point, he pushed even harder into you, his pelvis meeting your clit with every movement, making your lips part in a silent moan. “But I ain’t complaining if I have to prove it to you by fucking you dumb, baby.”

“Don’t stop, j-just don’t stop.” As your orgasm began to crush over you, you trembled, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into the material of his shirt.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squeeze your pussy like that and I’m gonna mark you too.” With a hand around your throat and the tip of Rafe’s cock hitting your cervix, you cried out loud as your orgasm washed over you. Rafe’s thrusts, now more limited by your legs tightly locked around his waist, started getting more sloppy until you felt a sudden wave of warmth flooding you. He held himself deep, making sure to give you everything that he had, as his abdominal muscles flexed. You both moaned at the feeling of him cumming inside, looking down to the place where you two were connected to see his cock still slowly pushing into you, now glistering with your mixed cum. 

“We should do this more.” Rafe’s head fell on your shoulder and he breathed in your scent. “I mean, more of you getting jealous and trying to claim me, y’know?” He kissed your jaw, then moved away and pulled out of you. The smirk on his face when he saw his seed leaking out of your pussy made you clench around nothing and whine at the empty feeling. “If I have to walk with your hickeys, then you’ll get your cute panties full of my cum, got it?” He moved your underwear back to it’s place and dragged you to the floor. 

“Oh– Wow.” You laughed, looking up at your boyfriend and gripping his forearm when your legs didn’t seem to work properly. It felt all jelly and numb, but Rafe just smirked again, leaning closer to you and kissing you deeply. 

Ten more minutes later, which you mostly spent on making out and debating to fuck again, you went back to Rafe’s friends’ circle, and the loud whistles were the first thing that you heard. The dark hickeys, your swollen lips and your not-so-neatly-looking dress were speaking for themselves, not to mention the cockiest look on Rafe’s face.

He sat back at his previous place, but instead of letting you join your girlfriends, he pulled your hand until you were sitting sideways on his lap. He now looked unbothered by all of the looks by other people, as his hands found their place on your hips and his attention was solemnly focused on your happy and glowing face. No one dared to say a word to you or actually comment on you sneaking out for a quickie, already learning the hard way that Rafe wouldn’t hesitate to punch someone in the face for it. 

You pecked Rafe’s lips, resting your head on his shoulder and enjoying the warmth of his big body. Then the girl who talked about Rafe all night caught your attention. The look of annoyance and anger on her face as she started complaining about something to her friends made you actually feel proud of yourself. When you, smirking, mouthed “mine” back to her, she puffed her lips, turning away and not looking in your direction for the rest of the night. 

[rafey-baby]

sweet treat 3

construction worker!rafe is very grateful when shy!reader offers to help with his tense shoulders...

c/w: rafe in a desperate need of a massage, fluff, some heavy making out, slight dry humping, suggestive, 18+ mdni!

wc: 1.4k

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Rafe has had a tedious workday on the construction site; the ardent sun made him melt like ice under the searing yellow rays and the clock ticked away as if it was an ancient turtle, not helping one bit.

Even after he’s washed away the sweat and dirt and changed into a clean pair of clothes, his shoulders continue to feel strained; muscles aching and legs hurting.   

Every time he tries to move his limbs into a more comfortable position on his couch, his face scrunches up into a pained expression, making her furrow her brows and ask ‘what’s wrong’ with worry painting over her features.  

“Uh, nothin’ just a bit tense,” he dismisses her, rolling his shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the soreness tormenting him, disturbing him from the movie that’s playing while they wait for the casserole he’s made to bake in the oven. 

“Oh, m’sorry. Do you— do you want me to give you a massage or something?” she suggests, wanting to make him feel better.  

“S’fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, turning his attention back to the TV.  

“But Rafe you’re hurting…wanna help,” a slight pout is already forming on her mouth as she takes the remote, pausing the film.  

The sapphires of his eyes flicker over to her— the look she’s giving him tugging at his heartstrings and for a moment, he wonders what he did to deserve such an angel wanting to take care of him.  

“Yeah? Wanna help me?”  

She nods. 

Then, he’s turning around and bending his legs to sit cross-legged on the sofa, presenting his solid back and broad shoulders to her.  

“Also I’ve had some practice but I’m no masseuse, so don’t get your hopes up too much,” she says while scooting closer, raising to her knees behind him in order to reach his tall frame. 

“You give massages to a lot of people?” he asks, teasing, seemingly nonchalant but there’s a part of him that’s eager to find out whether he’s getting special treatment from her or not. 

“No, I jus’ meant when I was little, me and my friends used to do these massage therapy circles and we’d take turns, but now I’m a little rusty since it’s obviously been a while,” she explains.  

‘Good’ is all he offers in response, making something abstruse in her tummy flutter.  

Then, she settles her hands on his wide shoulder blades that lie underneath the white fabric of his t-shirt before digging into his skin, feeling the sturdy muscles under her fingertips.  

“You want me to take m’shirt off? So it’s easier?” he casually suggests and her cheeks heat up. 

“Oh— um…yeah, if you want,” her voice does not sound as indifferent as his, which makes the corners of his strawberry mouth curl as he plucks at the collar of his shirt; exposing solid back muscles and soft skin.

She blinks, hesitantly resting her hands on top of his shoulders once again before kneading her fingers into his brawny structure. When a heartfelt groan rumbles from his chest, she swallows before continuing to press into the parts that feel the most strained— trying to not pay too much attention to the lewd sounds he’s making.  

“Jus’ tell me if something feels bad or if you want me to focus on a specific spot and stuff,” she murmurs as her thumbs sink into his tense flesh, feeling him begin to unspool under her ministrations.  

He hums out a soft agreement, contentment coating his tone.  

However, when she presses into a particularly taut part of muscle tissue, he suddenly lets out a noise from the back of his throat that sounds almost obscene to her ears— reminding her of the night they shared a few days ago.  

It makes her squeeze her thighs together, trying to drag her head out of the gutter.  

“Fuck, that feels nice,” he grunts, closing his eyes in ecstasy.

He thinks she lied when she said that she wasn’t too good because he’s not sure if his shoulders have ever felt this mellow— he’s practically muddy clay under her tender fingertips and he feels so relaxed he could fall asleep. 

She continues digging her thumbs into his achy flesh until her fingers feels so sore she thinks they’ll fall off if she doesn’t stop.  

“Sorry, my fingers hurt, can’t anymore,” she softly apologizes before he turns around to face her again; a lazy grin coating his countenance.

“S’all good, thanks, sweetheart,” his words are grateful while he rolls his shoulders back for emphasis, no hint of any sort of agony in sight.  

“Of course, if um— if you need me to do that again, just ask, okay?”  

“You’re so good to me, you know that?” Carolina blue peers down at her with a certain tenderness that makes her feel all fuzzy and tingly inside.  

“That was nothing. It was the least I could do after all the times you’ve driven me home and stuff.” 

“Nah, m’serious, you jus’ spent almost an hour turnin’ my muscles into jelly. Let me thank you properly,” he murmurs.  

“What— what do you mean?” her breath hitches.  

“Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you grindin’ yourself on top of me, you know?” he says while lifting his left hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her jawline. 

She freezes, not sure how to respond when his thumb strokes along her cheekbone before he tips her face up.

“Was so caught up forgot to kiss you…” he drifts off, clouded gaze flitting over her features. “You want me to?” 

“You mean…right now?” her eyes round out.

“Unless you have somewhere else to be?” the edges of his mouth tilt up and when she shakes her head, he leans closer; pressing his lips on hers.

However, when a surprised sound escapes her, he deepens the kiss— warm tongue prodding at the seam of her mouth, coaxing her to open up for him. And when she eventually does, he slips his tongue inside, groaning when he can taste the muted sweetness of the vanilla chapstick she’s wearing.  

Something that was meant to be soft and sweet turns into something heated and primal as he cradles her face in his palms before pawing at her waist— bringing her closer and lifting her to sit on his lap while his hands travel down to squeeze at the flesh of her ass, forcing her to let out fragile whimpers into his mouth.  

“There we go, sweetheart. Tha’s a lot better, yeah?” he murmurs between soft pecks and sloppy kisses.  

Their spit-slick lips lock together again and again; her inner thighs turning sticky and mind wandering in hazy vapor.  

“Rafe…” she nearly whispers and she doesn’t even realize she’s rutting against the bulge in his pants until he’s grunting, blunt nails denting her skin— the slight pain making her whine before he’s pushing her against his hardening cock firmer. His pillowy lips smear on hers all wet and messy, turning her into a moaning jumble that’s trying her best to keep up with his hungry mouth.  

Then, completely out of the blue, the timer of the oven begins to ring, making her jump in surprise and nearly fall off his lap, if not for his beefy arms holding her upright.

He merely lets out an airy chuckle against her swollen lips, pressing a few sweetened pecks on them before reluctantly pulling away— his heavy panting filling her ears while she tries to even out her own rickety respiration.  

Then, he’s gently setting her on top of the couch cushions and standing on his feet. Her disconcerted pout follows his movements.  

“Shit, better go check on the food so it doesn’t burn, yeah?” he’s sporting a lazy, taunting smile when he offers his palm to her— lifting her up on unsteady legs that try their best to follow him as he disappears into the kitchen that bathes under the burnt orange of the setting sun.

[illness-cupid]

just thinking about virgin!anton being the cutest boy asking for you pussy, he's not the type to vocalize his desires, but his vulnerable look says it all.

"p-please?" he begs softly as he squeezes his own bulge in his pants, his eyes clouded with pleasure as his dick leaks pre-cum. anton was so shy that he masturbated over his underwear, he never touched his own dick freely, he was definitely the shyest boy you knew.

"oh, what's wrong, baby? you don't want to show me your cock? is my baby that shy?" you teased, caressing his thick thigh, the boy just begged for your touch through his eyes, he was desperate. anton finally unbuttons his own pants, still extremely embarrassed, the boy's heart was beating so fast that he could faint.

"good boy! you're doing well." you praised him as you moved your panties to the side, you were ready to receive him. upon noticing the boy's difficulty in removing his own pants, you offered to help him by pulling the piece of clothing down without any objection.

"i'm not gonna hurt you, hm? trust me." you said finally exposing anton's stiff cock, it was big and thick with some bulging veins. it was hard to believe that the cutest, shyest boy you knew had such a thick dick.

"i-i don't think this is a good idea, i'm too big, it will hurt..." anton was desperate, he was certainly insecure about his own size and worried about the possibility of hurting you. however, for you the idea of ​​feeling anton's dick poking your womb was tempting, after all, you were far from innocent and untouched.

"don't worry, i love big boys." you gave a teasing smile and inserted the top of anton's cock into your little pussy, the boy gave a choked moan and looked at you with that famous "puppy look". without much ado, you slowly descend on Anton's cock, swallowing the entire length with your pussy.

"o-oh, you're so tight, you're so perfect...i love you." anton was so vulnerable you felt sorry, you had barely started to move and he was already going crazy. despite being very provocative, you were still getting used to his size, moving slowly on his lap in an attempt to get used to it faster. finally you get momentum and start riding on anton's lap, your whole body trembled as you felt the top of his dick poking your sensitive spot.

anton, still a little embarrassed, grabbed your waist with both strong and large hands pushing your hips against his, he thrust upwards unintentionally in an attempt to get more contact with your pussy, you didn't take your eyes off his, it was almost a connection of souls. he moved his finger to your clit clumsily massaging the area and watching you squirt on his dick.

"i-im cumming..." he warned, hoping you were going to pull his dick out of you, but you just continued until he came in your pussy, he remained silent just watching you lift off his dick completely full of cum.

"oh, you creampied me..." you teased, noticing anton's lost and satisfied look.

"good boy."

[mekakitsune]

"you don't want me here? then why does your body say other wise?" jinx x fem piltover!reader - nsfw - minors dni

(requested by anon)

for as long as you can remember, your family did everything in their power to keep you from venturing into the undercity. topside was where you belonged, no doubts about it. you were polite, kindhearted and far too soft for that kind of lifestyle– or so you thought.

it wasnt until you met her, that your views changed. she showed you so much, taught things you never had the chance to know, all while being so incredibly...human?

did jinx use your piltover status against you? absolutely. when you first met, you could tell she hated you, just by seeing how you presented yourself. she made it her own personal mission to get as far under your skin as she possibly could.

"you really shouldn't be here jinx, my parents are sleeping downstairs..." you mutter as she pressed kisses along your neck, making sure she left bruises as she went. she ignored your plea, hands roaming under your shirt, making you shiver.

"then i guess you'll have to be quiet then, yeah?" she smiled deviously, hands tracing the underside of your breasts.

"jinx...im serious" you whined, voice low and slightly trembling. your parents would have both of your heads on a spike if they knew what was happening right now.

she slides herself off your hips and moves to dip her fingers into your pants, making you suck in a harsh breath of air. she smirks as her fingers trace over your underwear, relishing in the way you react to her touch.

"youre cute yknow? so sensitive..." she whispers, circling her finger around your clit through the fabric. you moan lowly, hips shifting as a silent plea for more, despite your better judgment. she seems to get the hint, and moves to slide your pants and underwear down– her eyes fixated on your now soaking cunt. feeling rather exposed, you attempt to close your legs, but shes inbetween them, and her hands grip the soft flesh as soon as she feels you hesitate.

"s'funny baby...you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?"

she smirks as she runs her finger through your folds, bottom lip slipping between her teeth as she feels you soak her fingers. "practically dripping f'me" she purrs.

you whine as her fingers find your clit again, rubbing precisely where she knew would make you cry out.

"jinx.." you sigh, looking at her face to see a sinister smirk. she locks her eyes onto yours as she lowers her hand, easily slipping two fingers into you. you moan out, and before you can curse yourself her hand slaps over your mouth.

"shhh, youll wake em up, doll." she giggles, almost as if she didnt have her fingers deep inside of you. you whine against her hand as she thrusts her fingers in and out, curling them into that spot that makes your brain fuzzy. she can feel you getting close, with the way your practically dripping into her palm, and she decided she needed to make you cum, right here, right now.

her thrusts continue, the slick sound making your cheeks heat up as she works you closer to the edge. her chest is heaving softly, the sight of your like this always worked her up, not that she'd ever admit it.

"you close?" she whispers again, hand still over your mouth. you nod desperately, your sounds muffled by her palm. she picks up her pace, practically slamming her fingers into as you writhe beneath her. she groans quietly as she feels you tighten around her fingers like a vice grip, body stilling as you cum, hard.

she lets you ride it out, not stopping until your whine against her palm once more and your thighs are shaking. she removes her hand from your mouth and slams her lips onto yours, biting at your lower lip. your hands find her hips, and without warning, you flip her over so you are hovering over her form. her eyes widen at the sudden movement, a smirk growing on her lips.

"i think its only fair i get you back for that, yeah?" you lean down, face close to hers and you swear you feel her breath hitch in her lungs.

it was only fair, after all, she wanted you to cum? now its her turn.

"keep quiet, or i'll stop" you smirk as your fingers find the waist of her pants.

thank u for the req anon! more to come & feel free to leave me a prompt ;)

[yuwuta]

JUST KEEP LOVING ME THE WAY I LOVE YOU LOVING ME — SATORU GOJO

pairings. satoru gojo/reader

content, warnings. non-curse au, doctor au (reader), ceo au (satoru), no real content warnings, fluff, satoru is nothing but a romantic at heart

word count. 3k

notes. this exists in the post-completion au of a larger universe/incomplete fic of mine, that i will hopefully finish someday lololol but this is way easier to write than that so here you go 🥳

“There are four chairs worth a collective seventy-five hundred dollars in this office, so, pray, tell, why is your ass on my desk?” 

Satoru grins at your words, too distracted by taking in the sight of you to take into consideration the underlying threat. It’s been far too long, almost three whole days since he’s last seen you and, god, you look good. He knows if he said that you’d roll your eyes and insist that there’s nothing good-looking about your worn-in business attire and lab coat that was in desperate need of laundering, but it wouldn’t change his opinion: you always look good, and Satoru really fucking missed you. 

Which is why he doesn’t say the words, but makes sure to throw a deceivingly charming wink your way so that you get the message anyway. As expected, you still roll your eyes, but he doesn’t mind; you look good doing that, too.

“Seriously, Satoru, what are you doing here?” you question, closing the door behind you when you fully step into the room. You make pace towards your desk, attempting to get to the other side, but this is exactly why Satoru chose to lean against it instead of sitting on any one of your very expensive and comfortable chairs—because this way, he’s in the perfect position to intercept your path and pull you to fit neatly between his legs before you can even think about reaching your office chair and ignoring him. 

He pulls you by the loop of your lab coat, but his hands quickly find their way to your shoulders, unpeeling the white layer just enough so that your blouse is exposed to him, and he can slowly rub his palms against your arms and shoulders with just enough pressure to hopefully release some tension. You won’t let go of all of it, but that’s alright, because Satoru’s got other methods for taking care of you.

“Hi,” he calls, smiling gently down at you, “I missed you.” 

This close, Satoru can see the exhaustion clearly in your eyes. There’s more, too: frustration, guilt, worry—and it takes everything in him not to coo and pull you into his chest and do his best to shield you from the world forever. 

There’s a beat before you speak, a small sigh, that’s quickly painted over with a tired smile and a remorseful, “I missed you, too. I’m sorry for being so short, the interim chief has been getting on my last nerves, and—”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Satoru cuts in, leaning forward to press a reassuring kiss to your forehead. He likes that he can feel you relax under his touch. “I know you’re busy. I just missed you.” 

It’s not easy to share you with anything or anyone, but Satoru knows that even on the hardest days, you love your job, and that so many people need your brilliant mind. What he does mind is when people make your job harder than it needs to be, and he’s been getting an earful about this new interim chief from just about everybody—you, Kento, Yuuji, Ieiri, even some of your favorite scrub nurses have indulged him in the gossip about the newest common enemy—and he doesn’t appreciate that someone is putting extra stress on his baby. So, even if it is a makeshift massage in your office and distracting you from your paperwork, Satoru will do what he can to help you relieve tension. 

You reach your arms to wrap them around his shoulders, taking a half step closer to him, peering up at him. Satoru loves when your arms are around his neck like this; he can’t quite pinpoint why—maybe it’s the way you have to crane your neck to look up at him, the way you’re perfectly nestled under his view, the feeling of being wrapped in you. He does his best to close the loop of your intimacy, resting his hands on the small of your back and pulling you impossibly closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He likes that he can feel you relax into his touch.

“You’re sweet,” you smile, rubbing your thumb against the shorter hairs at the back of his head. Satoru feels himself melt into you, too. It’s been too long since you’ve been this close, three whole days too long. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for, baby,” he smiles, stealing a gentle kiss. Satoru loves this the most, loves the feeling of your lips on his—and it’s definitely been too long since he’s kissed you, so he makes sure to do it again, and once more after that for good measure. 

But it’s not enough. He’ll have to take you home, sit you on the couch so he can kiss you all night and make up for the lack of kisses and touches and youness he’s been deprived of these past few days. But first, he’ll have to pull you away from your work, and that’s not easy work. 

“Come home,” he muses, leaning his forehead against yours, “We can order in, and share your favorite bottle of wine, and watch a movie.” 

You lean up to kiss him briefly. “Every time we share a bottle of wine, we end up making out and not watching anything.” 

“Do we?” Satoru feigns innocence, “I never noticed. Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, though.”

“Satoru,” you whisper, quiet but firm, with a smile that lets him know you want to, but you can’t. It’s a tone that Satoru knows all too well, and isn’t particularly fond of. “I have charts to finish.” 

“Finish them tomorrow,” he steals another kiss, “Or pawn them off on Kento,” another kiss, “Or Yuuji. Residents always need more experience—isn’t that what you and Ieiri always say?” 

You let him kiss you again, and again, and again. Each time a little longer, a little warmer, a little less innocent than the last, growing from a little, to a lot, to all-consuming. Satoru hums when he feels your nails raking through his hair; an unfortunate move, as the sound pulls you back to reality and away from him in a decrescendo of kisses. 

“You’re really good at that,” you laugh, voice soft. 

“At kissing?” Satoru dips his head down to taste your laughter against his lips, “Thanks, I’ve had a lot of practice with a very pretty girl.” 

“No,” and you’re laughing again, louder this time, and Satoru counts every little giggle as a victory, “You’re good at... seducing me without saying you’re seducing me.”

“Oh, that?” he grins, tucking his pointer and index finger under your chin to meet you in a knowing kiss, “Yeah, that’s a talent of mine, too.”

You let him steal one more, and Satoru doesn’t take it for granted. “Come home,” he whispers against your lips before slotting them in yet another kiss, “I miss you.” 

And he can feel it when you finally break, sighing into the kiss, and melting into his touch completely. One more, he just needs one more kiss to seal the deal, and then—“Fine,” you concede, “But I get to choose where to get dinner from.” 

“Of course, sweets, whatever you want,” Satoru grins, pulling back to kiss your forehead again, “Now—shall we? If we order in the car, we can probably pick it up on our way home.”

He’s in the home stretch now, but he’s not completely free: if you catch a glimpse of your work, or someone comes in to find you, or your godforsaken pager beeps then all of his plans could come crumbling down before him. The key to transitioning from the “you’ve agreed to come home with him early stage”—if you can count 9:45pm, coming off of a 17-hour work day as early—to the “we are actually leaving this hospital and nobody can stop us phase” is swiftness. This time period is critical, and Satoru is ready for the sprint. 

He shimmies your lab coat all the way off of your body for you, checking for the weight of your pager in your right pocket, before hanging it on the back of your chair. He shoos you to grab your coat, and makes sure you don’t get within three feet of this side of your desk—taking your purse out of your locked drawer and closing an open file folder in the time it takes you to slip out of your heels and into your sneakers, and by the time you’re turning back around, Satoru is already there next to you, with your purse in one hand, and his other hovering on the light switch. 

He makes sure you’re out the door first, and flickers off the light with a satisfied grin. His baby was coming home early with him, and there is nothing else he’d rather do than spend time pampering you. 

You must truly be more tired than you know, because you make no protest when he slings an arm over your shoulder on your way out of the elevator. Usually, you chastise him for any PDA within hospital walls, but tonight you let it be, even leaning some of your body weight against his as you walk. Satoru’s not complaining at all, maybe he’ll try his luck and sneak a kiss on your cheek. 

He decides to go for it, leaning over for a kiss, when you suddenly pull away, turning and patting against your side. Confused, and disappointed, Satoru pouts, “We’ve really got to work on this fear of affection you’ve got going on, sweets. It’s the leading cause of makesatorupout-itis.” 

“We’ve been over this—you can’t just add “itis” to the end of your words to make them diagnostic,” you giggle, “I was looking for my keys.”

Satoru’s frown deepens. “You have the fancy reserved doctor parking space, they can’t tow you. So, we can take my car home.” 

“No, we cannot, because I do not trust you to wake up and drive me back tomorrow morning.” 

“Then I’ll get you a cab in the morning, or—even better, I’ll call Ichiji to pick you up.” 

“Ichiji is still in Paris,” you remind him. Satoru purses his lips. He did ask Ichiji to stay with Megumi. Damn it.

“I have other cars, you can drive one of them in the morning.” 

“And park it where?” 

“In your fancy reserved doctor parking—oh, okay I see the flaw there,” Satoru pulls back. You find amusement in his disappointment, but he doesn’t think there’s anything funny here. 

He shakes his head. He should have taken a cab from his office, but this is okay, a minor setback, nothing he can’t think around. “New plan: we take your car, and I’ll come by to get mine tomorrow. Easy peasy.” 

“Yours will be towed by then.” 

“That’s fine,” Satoru shrugs, “I can afford a tow fee.” 

“Satoru,” you call, reaching your free hand up to place your palm against his cheek, “We both drive home. It’ll be thirty minutes, tops. Forty if there’s traffic, but if you stop pouting and we leave now, we should be fine.” 

Satoru sighs. He knows that’s the most reasonable plan of action, but the simple truth is that he doesn’t want to be away from you right now, even to go the short distance home. He’s already spent the last few days without you, and even though this is calling it in early for you, he only gets maybe four hours awake with you before you’re off again. Thinking about that makes him miss you again already. Pathetic, maybe, but he doesn’t care.

“Oh, Dr. (_____), hey!” Yuuji’s voice is an easily distinguishable interruption to your petty argument, and Satoru’s sulking, “Perfect timing—I’m glad I caught you before you left. Is it okay if I ask you to sign something before you go?” 

You easily warm up to the younger boy and agree, fondly making conversation with Yuuji as he scrolls through some documents on his tablet. And just as you’ve finished scribbling your signature along the screen, Satoru has a bright idea. 

“Hey, Yuuji, you can drive right?” Satoru questions rhetorically, already reaching for his wallet and car keys, “Great! Here’s two grand, it’s all yours if you drive this car home tonight.” Satoru smiles widely, shoving his keys and some cash into the pocket of Yuuji’s white coat. 

“What—really? Awesome! But, why—” 

Satoru dismisses his disbelief with a wave of his hand. He steps a bit closer to Yuuji, just enough to lean into his ear and tuck a couple more bills into his pocket, “And between you and me, that’s an extra three grand if you finish up a couple of charts for my lady so she can sleep in tomorrow. Not a bad deal, right?” 

“Sure, no problem!” Yuuji salutes, “I’d do anything for Dr. Almost-Gojo. Plus, if I’m busy working for her, then I don’t have to babysit cells in a dish for Dr. Gakuganji.” 

“Atta boy,” Satoru ruffles his hair, “Catch you later, Yuuji, I’ve got a hot date to get to. And tell Nanamin I say hello!” 

You elbow Satoru shallowly, a silent warning to keep his voice down, and a verbal chastising of, “It’s Dr. Itadori and Dr. Nanamin to you.”

“More like Dr. Nanameanie,” Satoru laments, resuming the position of his arm around your shoulder, “I’ve left him six calls this week! He’s so cruel—he knows I have to leave next week and he’s depriving me of one on one time. I think I’m gonna have to sneak into his office at lunch tomorrow and confront him.”

Despite his crass words and dramatics, you laugh, and so, Satoru smiles. He finally gets that cheek kiss right as you two reach your car, bending down to plant one for you at the same time he steals your keys from your hand and banishes you to the passenger seat. He’s not much of a driver himself, despite his excess amount of cars, but you’re his baby and you deserve to be driven around no matter the case, but especially when you’ve spent all day taking care of other people. 

Plus, on days like this, if he’s real careful and smooth, you fall asleep in the car and he gets to carry you inside. He makes that his goal for the next thirty minutes, and he succeeds in twenty, confirmed by your soft snores just as he pulls into the curbside pick-up spot of your favorite restaurant. He retrieves the take-out as quietly as possible, before making the rest of the journey home, taking the time to glance over at you during red lights. 

Satoru loves the way you look when you’re asleep, loves to see you well-rested, but something even more dear to him than that is a fact that Nanami let slip in the aftermath of a dinner party he’d hosted about a year after you two had started dating: “She never sleeps outside of her bed, for as long as I’ve known her,” he muses, nodding to your sleeping figure on Satoru’s couch, “Not even in the on-call rooms during our 72 hour shifts. She must... she must really trust you, Satoru.” 

(He also recalls the awfully strong grip on his shoulder and subsequent shovel talk Kento gave him a moment later. Not that Satoru ever had anything but pure intentions with you, but the threat of breaking Kento’s best friend’s heart was more than enough to keep his commitments in check).

Satoru peers at you fondly in his arms, held bridal style with the takeout in the grip of a pinky finger, glancing up only to nod and thank his doorman for pushing the penthouse button for him. Satoru prides himself on many things, but the one thing he always holds in his highest regards is you: call him cocky, but he thinks he’s quite good at caring for you, that there’s nobody else fit to look after you the way that he can; and knowing that you feel safe in his arms is the highest honor he could achieve in this life.

He sets you carefully on the couch once he steps inside the apartment, and places the food on the coffee table. He debates whether or not he should wake you up now; he hates to, but he knows you need to eat, and, selfishly, he wants to cash in on those few hours he has with you to hear your voice. 

He’ll dish out the food first, and then wake you up to eat, he decides. He leans down to kiss the crown of your head, eyes flicking to your face, and pausing at your neck, where your engagement ring rests crookedly against your skin. You must have had an emergency surgery today, he thinks; your schedule for today was originally just to round on post-op patients and attend some meetings, but you knot the ring into your chain when you have to scrub into the operating room. 

Carefully, Satoru reaches to undo it from the chain, and slips it back onto your ring finger. It looks pretty against your skin when it’s around your neck, but personally, he thinks it looks best this way, the sparkle of the aquamarine against the halo of diamonds fits perfectly across the width of your finger, just the way he had it made to be.

Satoru bends down even further to kiss the back of your hand, before laying it to rest on your stomach. He might need to bribe Yuuji to take care of some more work for you, you two really should get a move on that wedding planning, and you’re going to need at least a week off to fly and visit his grandma’s pastry shop in Osaka for cake tasting.

He smiles at the thought. He doesn’t feel so bad about waking you up now—wedding talk seems like the perfect way to end the evening if you ask him; there would be no sweeter sound than hearing how you imagine the start of the rest of your lives to be. 

[ssweetleaf]

doll parts.

summary: you agree to let dr crane experiment on you for ‘scientific purposes’.

jonathan crane x fem!reader

includes: SMUT 18+, based on this ask here <3, dub-con, clit play, fingering, overstimulation, kinda innocent!reader, doctor kink, jon being a condescending ass, unprotected p in v

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When you agreed to let Dr Crane experiment on you, you certainly hadn’t had anything remotely crude on your mind. A few tests, you thought, maybe he’d take your bloods— anything to help his scientific studies along and you agreed to be his little guinea pig for the day.

So, when he had you undress and get upon his silver operating table, it was quite the shock.

“Push your knees up to your chest,” he hummed, having you hold them in place while he analysed your pussy, “gotta make sure these tests are thorough, don’t wanna miss a thing.”

Jonathan ran a knuckle through your folds watching them flutter around his digit and coat it in your sweet slick, clit throbbing in anticipation just waiting for his touch.

“D-Dr Crane,” you stuttered out, finding it hard to keep your mewls choked down when he used a thumb and forefinger to spread you open, inspecting you even deeper. “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of a smirk that lifted his mouth before he pouted at you, mocking you, though you had no idea.

“But you said you’d let me experiment on you, sweetheart,” he cooed, using his other hand to pat at your thigh, attempting to somewhat calm your heavy breaths and wide eyes. “It’s for scientific purposes, you know that.”

You bit your lip, unsure.

“For science?” You repeated hopefully, staring at him with glistening eyes, eager to help the young scientist in any way, even if it did mean touching your most private parts.

“For science.” He nodded, “now be a good little patient and let the doctor carry on with his tests.”

Your cheeks burned, but you nodded anyway.

“O-of course, doctor.”

You resumed your position, chest already heaving from the tense atmosphere, peering down at his trailing hands when they squeezed at the fat of your thighs.

Jonathan’s thumb and forefinger parted your pussy lips, opening you up for him and exposing the pretty little pearl of your clit. With his other hand, he pressed his thumb to it, rubbing in figure eights, watching your facial expressions and how they changed with such simple touches, soft whines escaping the confines of your throat.

His eyes flitted back to your cunt, watching your arousal seep with each circle of his thumb, your hole clenching, desperate to be filled.

So he did just that and slipped a finger inside you, curling the digit upwards as it hit the base of his knuckle, and he smirked when you gasped at the sudden intrusion, your wetness just letting him slip right in, having him easily add another finger on his outward thrust.

“Oh, doctor,” you breathed, clenching hard around his fingers, the crude squelching causing your cheeks to burn.

“How do you feel, dear?” He asked, the tips of his fingers prodding at the spongy wall of your g-spot.

“F-feels good,” you managed to choke out, bashfully meeting his smug gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

A virgin, he thought. Of course you were, pathetic little lamb— with the way you shivered from just his words alone he should’ve known. Hell, it made him harder, cock growing and forming a tent underneath his slacks, throbbing hotly and just begging to be released.

“I’m so glad to hear it, dear,” he cooed, reaching up to pat at your cheek with his palm, a little too hard, though you were sure he didn’t mean a thing by it.

With each passing moment, your belly started to tighten, growing warm and tingly, butterflies were flapping around and you felt like you needed to pee.

“Dr Crane, I feel strange,” you pouted, tears threatening to ebb over your waterline, it felt so good, but so unfamiliar.

“Just let go, darling,” he said, “this is what I was hoping for— my tests are going absolutely splendidly.”

Before you knew it, your orgasm rushed over you, your slick gushing along his fingers and down his wrist, your pussy clenching and spasming around his still prodding digits and you heaved out sobs. The feeling was so intense, so good, you hadn’t realised anything could feel as good as what Jonathan had made you feel.

“Say thank you, dear, it’s only polite.” He was smirking, though you somehow mistook it for a smile.

You nodded your head, staring at him with big, glassy eyes.

“Of course,” you breathed, “thank you, doctor.”

You had started to settle, your breathing and heartbeat evening out, until Jonathan’s thumb pressed to your clit once again, rolling and playing with the sensitive nub.

You whined out, you didn’t think you had it in you to go again. You grabbed onto his wrist, clawing at his skin and gasping into the stuffy air.

“In our agreement you said you’d take whatever I gave you, correct?” He spoke, an unoccupied hand grabbing at your cheeks, your lips jutting out into a pout.

You nodded, eyes wide like saucers and you shifted from all the fondling to your poor clit.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, much more stern that time, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing from underneath his lenses.

“Y-yes, doctor.” You nodded.

“Well then,” he muttered, letting go of your face, directing his attention to your quivering cunt. “You’ll be a good girl and do just that.”

Quickly, another orgasm approached, simply by him playing with your abused little clit, urging you to cum for him and watch your hole quiver around nothing.

One after the other, over and over again, you came around his fingers and on his hand, your body heaving and jolting from the constant painful pleasure, he had to restrain you with a hand to your stomach, pinning you to the table and forcing you to ride out each orgasm.

Jonathan’s cock was painfully hard, and he reached down to palm at himself, smirking when he caught you staring, pussy fluttering at the sight.

“Now for my last experiment,” he pulled at his belt, tugging it from the loops and unzipping his fly, grasping at his cock, he pulled it from his briefs, pumping himself a few times, little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dripping from his tip.

You were babbling, completely inebriated from his touch— he was so long, and just the right amount of thickness, veins protruding along either side and underneath, his tip a pretty shade of red that had your mouth watering.

“Let’s see if you can take this, hm?” He mocked you, pouting down at your pathetic form, tears streaming down your cheeks, long lines of mascara staining your skin all the way down your neck. “M’sure you can— been so greedy for everything I’ve given you so far.”

He tapped his cock against your pussy, the wetness splashing up against your thighs, the obscene sounds of your sopping cunt had you blushing.

He pushed into you without a warning, to the hilt with no resistance, your creamy pussy letting him slip right inside, the mushroomed head of his pretty cock nudging at your spot so deep inside, even his fingers couldn’t reach.

Oh, you felt so full.

“Such a good little patient.” He groaned. “On second thoughts, I might need you to stay overnight— get a much more thorough examination.”

[starsturni]

*ᯓ★ BF! MATT X PREGNANT! READER

analysis: after trying for a baby for months, the special moment finally comes.

warnings: cursing. fluff. small mentions of sex.

! NOT PROOFREAD !

wc: 1.3k!

it was in the early hours of the morning when i woke up. the soft rustles of sheets fully selling away my drowsiness as matt shifts in his sleep, looking peaceful as a restless night owl . i shift under my white heavy comforter, it smelling woodsy and warm. it screams matt.

in the morning light as the vibrant orange sun peeks in through the curtains, i turn away my head as it's bright rays dance upon my eyelids.

matt's hand finds it's way under my beige sweater, using his fingers to cascade across my waist, feeling all of my dips and curves. a smile finds its way onto my lips, a small noise of approval falls from them as his hands settle on my lower thigh.

"good morning." he grumbles tiredly, his face buried into the crook of my shoulder, breath tickling my neck. a smile coats my tone, full of happiness that you could only experience when you realize how it feels to wake up with someone you want to spend the rest of your life with.

"good morning to you. how long you up for?" i say, gazing off into his clear, cloudy blue eyes. his hands trail up to my shoulders, his fingers grazing every inch of my skin that he could find uncovered.

"not too long.. was thinkin' about last night." a small light pink blush coats my cheeks, the thought of the relentless night before had my heart pounding. the night previous was - eventful, you could say. the sound of the bed groaning repeatedly as matt bucked his hips into mine, desperate and needy for a sort of relief to get the baby we've dreamed of having ever since we started thinking seriously about what we wanted in our relationship.

"yeah, and my legs still ache." a playful smile becomes visible on my lips, as matt's expression is more of a proud one. "y'know, the more we try.." matt trails off as his lips start peppering light kisses along my collarbone and neck. "the more likely.." he states, in-between kisses. "you'll wake up with my baby inside you."

my face reddens, tucking my face into the pillow as an attempt to escape his dirty thoughts. "matt.." i can feel the smirk on his lips as they trail up to the tip of my earlobe, gently nibbling to get a reaction out of me. "what?" he lightly chuckles, acting like he doesn't know what he's doing to me.

i shift in bed, turning around so i can completely face matt. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom and take a test." he pouts slightly, wanting to sleep in. "y'know you can take the test later, right?"

i playfully groan at his whining, a small grin covering my once neutral expression. "i could do it in a month, but i'd like to know now." i leave matt with a small kiss to his cheek, a small amount of stubble still left over from his last shaving session.

he nods, a smile appearing as he watches me stand up and walk out of our shared room, watching the way my nightgown slightly rides up, exposing a little more than just my thighs in admiration. "okay, i'm gonna get up and make breakfast." he calls out, letting out a groan as he stretches.

i make my way down the hallway, crossing my arms under my chest as the cold air from the air conditioner hits me. i walk across the living room to get the packages off of the counter, but not without greeting trevor and pouring a generous amount (maybe even a little too much,) of food in his bowl.

i grab the plastic bag, my feet padding against the chilly hardwood floor as my heart skips beats, in the anticipation of what the test will say. i gently knock my fist against the bathroom door, and when silence returns, i open the door and step in.

i take a reassuring deep breath, trying to calm my nerves from freaking me out. i reach into the plastic bag, grabbing the box and reading the package’s cover.

it reads ‘pregnancy tests’ in big, bold and pink letters. the nerves start to really crash down on my mind as i think about all of the possibilities that come with the aftermath of the test, the thought of those two lines appearing have me shaking.

my anxious feelings start to slowly dissipate as i hear matt emerging from our bedroom, heading to the kitchen to make us food. i hear the sound of his footsteps come to a stop as he lands in-front of the bathroom door, a shadow casting from under the door.

“hey hun, if you need something just call out for me, okay?” he speaks through the door, granting me my privacy. i nod, knowing that he can’t see me. “yeah, i-i will babe.” matt can sense my nervous energy that radiates throughout my tone, and outside the door.

“y/n it’s okay hun. i know it’s a little scary, but we both wanted this, right? we will get through this together. you have me right at your side, alright?”

his caring tone soothes me and has me thinking not so much about the bad things that could come with having a child, but the good things. the memories we could create and cherish as a family. that’s what we wanted.

"y-you're right, yeah, i-i got this." matt lets out a quiet sigh of relief. "yes you do sweetheart. i know you're brave. do you want me to come in with you?" matt asks me in a sweet tone, in order to calm me. "no, i-i got this." i say back, the nervousness dissolving from my brain. i turn my back to the door once i hear matt's footsteps reside to the kitchen. i open the box, my hands shaking lightly as i pick up a test.

7 minutes later...

as the tests lines start to slowly fade in after the recommended time, i take deep breaths, the prospect of having a family fully sets in, and is eating away at my uneasy mindset.

the timer on my phone goes off, the beeping a ringing sensation in my ears.

beep! beep! beep!

i pick up my phone off of the marble counter, shutting of the alarm. i close my eyes, tears already welling up, as my fear starts to come back. i flip over the test.

two, dark red lines show back at me.

positive.

i'm pregnant.

i let out a scream of overall shock and happiness, hearing a cooking utensil drop onto the floor in the kitchen, footsteps rushing to the bathroom. matt's booming voice follows. "what?! what's wrong! are you okay?" the door swings open with no hesitation, his eyes scanning the entire room, making sure no active threat is happening.

"i-i'm pregnant!!" i squeal, tears flooding my eyes, pouring down my cheeks. matt's eyes widen, a smile of his own growing impossibly fast on his face. "what! y-you are?" he looks down at the counter, his eyes finding the positive test lying in the sink.

"oh my god, shit, you- what, you're pregnant!!" he crouches down, picking me up by my hips, excitedly spinning me around, almost nearly knocking my head against our ceiling. "we're pregnant, we're pregnant, we're pregnant!" he cheers to himself.

he sets me back onto the floor as his shock dies down, still excited as ever. the thought of him being able to say to all of his family members, friends, whoever, that he is a proud dad.

i tightly hug matt, my arms wrapping around his neck, inhaling his scent as happy tears stream down my face, the overwhelming moment of pure happiness was a feeling that was never foreign around matt. his arms wrap tightly around my waist, but only slightly loosen at the thought of now there's a mini matt inside of me.

as the moment really seeps in, it's broken as my nose picks up the scent of burning, which trails from our kitchen. my face scrunches up at the foul smell. "is something in the oven?"

matt's eyes widen with realization and remembrance as he scrambles out of the bathroom, sprinting to the kitchen. "the cinnamon rolls!"

don't mind my break! but i've literally thought about this all week..LMAO

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[moon7jay]

Pent up pt.2 (l.hs, p.js, s.jy)

Read pt. 1 here

Warnings: cum eating, smut, cheating, member x member (just bros helping each other out yk?), exhibitionism, mild violence, just pure filth, not proofread

Wc: 3.6k

a/n : reblogs, likes and feedbacks are appreciated!

"Pretty little body just made to be fucked yeah?"

Heeseung whispered, running his fingers through your hairs, dick hard and leaking but he didn't want to get overstimulated just yet. The night was long and he knew he was going to be in your pussy again by the end of it.

His palm cupped your tit and he squeezed it harshly, making you whine, body so exhausted you couldn't even squirm properly. Your droopy eyes met his from where was sitting beside your head, touching you all over, just feeling you for pleasure, basking in sensory gratification.

"Make me and my brothers feel good, yeah? Pleasure our dicks with that tight little cunt" He groaned, his breathing starting to get heavy, feeling arousal coursing through his viens just at the thought of what was to come.

His words registered briefly in your tired brain. His brothers? But sunghoon just had sex with you. Were there more? And if so, how many? Would you be able to take that many dicks? Your thighs squeezed at the thought, pussy already aching with their previous assault.

"fucking hell" an unkown voice pulled you out of your fatigued state. You jolted up in your naked glory, suddenly feeling very exposed and conscious in front of another stranger staring you down. You were looking around frantically for something to cover yourself up with but as you were about to reach for the duvet, it was snatched away.

"Don't tell me you're getting shy on me now sweetheart" Heeseung mocked you. His eyes shining in amusement upon seeing how you were trying your best to hide yourself even with just your body. Legs closed and hands on your chest, a failed attempt at hiding yourself from the lust filled eyes directed at you. You averted your shame filled gaze from heeseung's and your eyes travelled to the new man who was watching your body like a hawk. His gaze so intense it made a shiver run down your spine.

"like what you see man?" Heeseung asked and jake walked closer to you without answering him. He was feeling hungry. He had been feeling hungry for a woman's flesh for a while now. And seeing you sitting there? Naked and ready for the taking?? He was throbbing in his jeans. His palms itched with a carnal urge to grope your body.

"My dick likes it more"

Jake climbed onto the bed, crawling till he was in front of your cowering body, hands reaching out to pull your hands away from your chest, mouth watering when you let your hands fall with little resistance.

"fuck yeah" He cursed and grabbed your right breast harshly, squeezing it so tight it made you arch into his touch, a sharp cry of pain leaving your lips.

"That's like a good girl, let him play with you however he likes" Heeseung praised you from where he was sitting manspread on the couch again, rubbing himself from over his sweats. Jake's mouth captured yours messily, teeth clashing and tongues melding with little to no patience evident in his movements as he pushed you to lay down on your back. He was even more desperate than heeseung in his approach to handling your body. You were already squirming underneath him, small hisses of pain being whimpered into his mouth because of the way he was groping your sensitive flesh.

Your hands came up to push at his shoulders slightly but he groaned into your mouth in frustration and pressed himself closer, his palms squeezing your tummy and travelling down to grope your hips. Too much, he was overwhelming you.

You breathed in a mouthful of air, panting harshly when he was pulling away all of a sudden and hurriedly unbuttoning his jeans. His lust filled eyes met yours and you shivered upon feeling the intensity of his desire.

Your eyes travelled down to watch him pull his leaking cock out, his tip an angry red. He hissed and tugged on his dick a few times, the scene so hot it had your thighs squeezing together in arousal.

"looks like I'm late to the party" another voice made you look towards the door and Lord. This man was big with his arms out on display. Just like sunghoon. His eyes were glinting with intrest as he watched you and jake on the bed.

"Just in time man" Heeseung commented from the couch and patted the space beside him for Jay to join. You couldn't focus on them for long because jake was tugging you up roughly by your hairs, rubbing his cock all over your lips while you whimpered, staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"Need you to choke on it" Jake grunted and without waiting for another second, he was forcing his dick into your mouth. A chocked noise escaped your throat as he lodged himself deep in a rough thrust, his head thrown back, groaning in pleasure. You held onto his thighs, nails digging in when he started to thrust in your throat in earnest, his movements rough, the force and constant assault in your mouth making tears spring to your eyes. He held your head like a fleshlight, fucking into it with abandon.

"Deeper, fucking take it deeper" he groaned from above you and meshed your nose against his pubic hairs, a deep sigh of pleasure reverberating in his chest upon feeling your tight throat, the gagging sounds making him throb in your mouth like crazy.

"Let her breathe jake, you're gonna kill her before I get to fuck that cunt" Jay joked from the couch and heeseung groaned, too focused on the sight of you gagging on Jake's dick, his hand squeezing his painfully hard cock.

"Don't you have a girlfriend waiting at home bro?, I thought you just wanted to watch" Jake panted, finally letting up his hold on you and letting you breathe. You panted, your eyes filled with tears and saliva mixed with cum dripping from your mouth. You were a sight to behold.

"She's the woman I'm going to marry but she doesn't satisfy my dick" Jay groaned, half in frustration and half at how turned on he was, watching Jake pull your mouth back on his cock.

Gagging and choking sounds filled the room again, Jake's thrusts increasing in speed, his hold tight at both sides of your head, moving in and out, in and out, setting a rhythm of fucking into your throat so deep that he could feel himself cumming

"f-fuck fuck" Jake groaned, thrusting one last time and his hips stilled, lodging his dick deep inside your throat, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his body convulsed, filling your mouth with his cum.

You weren't ready for so much cum but tried to swallow everything, choking and coughing as his taste made your stomach churn.

You couldn't even breathe properly before Jake was manhandling your body around, forcing you on your hands and knees, your head facing the two men sitting on the couch while he grinded his still hard dick against your ass.

"you're right, you need to keep these whores around to stick your dick in once in a while. One woman to keep your heart full and the other to keep your balls empty" Heeseung grunted and your watery eyes met his, your mouth falling open in a filthy moan when you felt Jake pushing himself inside your pussy from behind

"fuck this" Heeseung groaned and slipped his hands inside his sweats to pull his dick out, jerking it off furiously, still maintaining eye contact with you.

"So fucking tight-god fuck yes -pussy feels so fucking good" Jake groaned from behind you, his grip tightening on your hips and he started to thrust in, making soft moans to fall from your mouth, eyes focused on the way heeseung was fisting his cock.

"Shit man that's so hot" Jay hurriedly pulled his own sweats down his legs, his dick slapping his stomach, making you glance over at him. His leaking and girthy length making your mouth water.

"Yeah baby watch them jerking off, you like when men jerk off to you?" Jake growled in your ear, his hot breaths falling on your neck, his hips snapping into yours harshly, leaving you a babbling mess. Your eyes were glued to the sight of jay's thick cock and the way he tugged on it, teasing his slit and hissing in pleasure

"God she's fucking clenching, fucking slut" Jake pulled your body up from your hairs, a pained cry left your lips and your back arched touching his chest while he pistoned his dick in and out of your fuck hole.

"fuck her faster" Heeseung moaned and Jake's pace increased.

"God yeah, yeah baby" Jake whimpered into your ear, his hands slipping forward to squeeze your boobs, making you moan louder, your eyes threatening to roll back in extreme pleasure.

"This is better than any porn I've ever jacked off to" Jay panted, his dick throbbing in his palms while he tugged on it, up and down, up and down. Your eyes met his and he groaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he gooned.

"ughh fuck you're gonna make me cum" Jake increased his pace, the delicious clench of your cunt making his head spin in pleasure.

You both moaned at his increase in pace and your eyes rolled back,closing in pleasure, unable to hold back your own orgasm at the feeling of his hips drilling into your cervix repeatedly.

"fuck fuck holy shit gonna-mhmmn" He filled you full with his hot load, panting near your ear, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, both of you trying to come down from your highs.

You yelped when you felt another cock pressing into your clit, your back still pressed to Jake's chest, eyes meeting heeseung's as he pulled your body closer to him, rubbing his cock head against your bundle of nerves

"pull out man, I can't fucking wait" he panted and you moaned at the feeling of Jake pulling out from inside you, your hands coming up to hold onto heeseung's shoulders for support, thighs shaking. At this point your mind was blurry with sensations.

Heeseung's hot breaths fell on your face, your eyes staring into his sex crazed ones as he pushed you down on your back when Jake moved from behind you.

"God you drive me fucking insane" He groaned and thrust into your pussy in one go, a pained scream escaped your mouth and he moaned in pleasure. Already feeling himself close to cumming with how much he had edged himself on the couch.

His hips started thrusting, in and out, in and out, his mind focused on using your body to cum and satisfy his lust.

"is it tight?" a choked voice asked and you glanced at the side to look at Jay through your teary gaze, he was jerking his cock furiously, his hips lifting off the couch, indicating how close he was.

"So fucking tight" Heeseung groaned, taking your earlobe into his mouth as he fastened the pace of his hips. His dick was feeling so good, he wanted to spend all night in your pussy.

"Wet and warm?" Another pained groan, jay's head falling back as he imagined how your cunt would feel around his throbbing cock, his other hand moved on its own to squeeze his balls, increasing his pleasure.

"so wet, so fucking warm" Heeseung panted and rutted into your cunt like his life depended on it. In a sense it did.

"fuck-oh God fuck yeah- jay's hips jerked. Once. Twice. Three times before he was spilling his load all over his palms and thighs. The sight so erotic it had your own body convulsing, your eyes rolled back in pleasure and you came undone on heeseung's cock with a pornographic moan, your nails digging into his shoulders, your back arching to increase the depth of his dick in you. Heeseung whimpered and moaned, his head swimming in ecstasy, the squelching sounds from your meeting sexes making the knot in his stomach snap, his fuck cream filling you to the brim.

"oooh fuck yeah baby milk that fucking dick" He whined, face buried in the crook of your neck while he used your pussy to get off.

Tears were streaming down your face, vision so blurry that you could no longer see the other two men in the room, your body and cunt overwhelmed and overstimulated. Too much, everything was too much. Heeseung's hips stilled eventually and he sighed in satisfaction, holding your sweaty body close to calm himself down. Thanking his lucky stars for having found you in a stranded hotel room. All alone. His hand would have never given him this much pleasure.

He pulled his body up and his dick plopped out of you with a pop, warm cum spilling down your thighs, leaking from your hole

"fucking nasty" heeseung chuckled and climbed off of you. Your eyes were shut in exhaustion, unable to feel your legs, body spread out on the bed, like an invitation for anyone to come and stick their dick in you.

At least that's what it looked like to Jay. His hands parted your thighs apart and his tongue penetrated your cunt, slurping all the mixed cum from inside of you, making you moan and sob in overstimulation, your fingers fisting the sheets for support.

Jay groaned at the nasty taste and heaved himself up to hover over your body, his one hand squeezed your cheeks to open your mouth and he attached his mouth to yours, sharing the messy mixture of cum with you.

You moaned into his mouth, pussy starting to drip again, just the thoughts of sex and dick taking over your mind. You needed to get fucked hard. Again and again. You needed dick lodged deep inside of you. Hard and fast.

Jay's hands parted your thighs and he settled his bare dick against your opening. He groaned into your mouth, still sharing cum, rough movements of his tongue making saliva drip down from the junction of your mouths. Your hips pushed upwards, needing and needing.

"Yeah you need that dick? need it to quench that thirst don't you?" Jay mocked, his own dick leaking loads of precum in anticipation of your pussy. You nodded with wobbly lips and he couldn't hold himself back, a curse falling from his lips and he took his dick in his palm, parting your pussy lips and pushing himself inside, a loud groan leaving his lips "fuck yeah baby, give it to me"

Your back arched and you moaned in pleasure, your mouth falling open in a gasp upon feeling his girth. He was the biggest you had taken that night and it fucking hurt. Hurt so much that you started to squirm, your tiny hands pushing against his chest to push him away.

Jay groaned and chuckled upon feeling your efforts, his lust blown eyes stared into your teary ones and he bit his lower lip, forcing his length inside your tight gummy walls, pulling his hips all the way out and thrusting back in, smirking when a pained gasp fell from your lips. He thrusted again. And again. His own eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure, the tightness and warmth of your pussy making him crazy in lust.

"cmon baby fuck back on me" Jay slapped your tits, making a sob rip from your throat. That hurt.

He rolled his hips into yours and slapped your chest again, squeezing your flesh painfully, wanting to see you sob in pain.

You tried to cover your chest with your hands, sobbing and shaking your head "p-please" you whimpered in pain.

"Yeah?" He asked, his tone mocking and eyes dark, rolling your hips into yours again and again, forcing your hands off your chest even when you thrashed around "no please-please it hurts" you sobbed but your cries fell on deaf ears.

He held your hands above your head, his hold tight on your wrists while he slapped your tits again and again with his other palm, his hips snapping faster against yours the more your skin turned a painful red.

"Hurts yeah? That's what my girlfriend says. fucking bitch-he pelted a harsh thrust and clenched his jaw in pleasure and anger coursing through his veins-what fun is sex if doesn't fucking hurt?"

Your sobs of pain were driving him crazy, squeezing your flesh harshly as he rutted into your womb, skin slapping sounds filled up the room, drowning out everything else.

If you weren't basking in overwhelming feelings of pain and pleasure, you would have noticed the slick sounds coming from across the room, wet palms sliding against dicks and low moans leaving red bitten lips as heeseung and jake jacked off like some sex drunk freaks. Heeseung could no longer feel his legs, but the delicious slide of his palm against his balls and dick was driving him delirious.

Jake was panting like a dog, pained groans leaving his plump lips as he rutted into his fist, the sight of yours and jay's grinding bodies too hot for him to hold back.

"Man you wanna help me out?" jake gasped, his palm not doing enough to make him reach completion. His words caught heeseung off gaurd, but his lust ridden brain was not in the headspace to think rationally, his eyes travelling down to watch Jake's hips rutting into his palm.

"H-how" he groaned, not stopping his movements on his dick, it felt too good to stop.

"Just-fuck just jerk us off together, I saw it in a video before, it looked like it feels really good" jake explained, his cock throbbing, dark eyes running over heeseung's heaving form. Mind clouded with the single thought of cumming, it didn't matter that this was heeseung, his best friend.

Heeseung's dick twitched in interest at the proposal and even though he was sceptical, one look at the heated sex scene on the bed was enough to have him scrambling to his knees. He and jake both standing on their knees, facing each other as heeseung wrapped Jake's and his dick in one palm, both of them groaning in sick pleasure. Flesh against flesh felt good no matter whose it was.

"No homo" Heeseung groaned and jake nodded, his eyes rolling back upon feeling heeseung's ministrations, his palm starting to jerk both of them off, dick sliding against dick, slick and wet.

"No homo" He gasped and rutted his hips into heeseung's touch.

A loud moan made both of them to turn their heads towards the bed. your body was folded into half while Jay panted like an animal on top of you. His carnal instincts taking over as he slapped your body around, turning your flesh red and blue, bruises were already showing up on your skin.

You were full on sobbing now, trying to run away from the assault and the merciless dick moving in and out of you.

"Cunt so tight baby, making me feel so good" He groaned into your mouth, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, hips snapping harshly into yours. Deeper, harder, faster.

He parted your thighs and went in further, a hiss leaving his lips at the delicious clench, world fading into mind numbing pleasure.

"yeah yeah yeah baby, scream for me, tell me to stop" he whimpered, teeth gritting when you fucked back on him. Your hips thrusting upwards. He slapped your cheek when your eyes started closing, a pained whimper falling from your lips.

"eyes on me" he grunted and grinded his groin against yours, the junction of your meeting sexes wet and messy.

He grabbed both of your boobs and dug his nails into the sensitive flesh, using your chest as leverage to fuck into your cunt, dragging his dick back and forth against your gummy walls

"p-please stop t's too m-much" you cried, your free hands now slapping against his shoulders, trying to push him away. His hot breaths of exertion fell on your face and he bit your lower lip harshly, making you scream, his hips never stopping or slowing down.

"Squeeze me, ugh fuck yeah, make me cum in this fucking pussy" He groaned in pleasure, your pain only pushing him closer to the edge. His eyes glanced at the side briefly and the sight made him cum, a pornographic moan falling from his lips and he rutted furiously into your cunt, eyes focused on the couch, fingers digging painfully into your flesh.

You whimpered and followed his gaze, your own eyes rolling back at the sight of heeseung and jake rubbing their dicks against each other. Jake's head rested on heeseung's shoulder while heeseung's head was thrown back in pleasure, gasps and moans falling from thier mouths as heeseung's palm jerked them off together desperately. His hips stuttered and so did Jake's

"oh god-god I'm so-"

"fuck me too, mhmmfuck-" and the knots in their stomachs snapped, spilling their loads all over each other's dicks. The sight was enough to have you squirting, liquids squelching while you babbled in pleasure, hips jerking as Jay groaned above you

"yeah you fucking liked that didn't you" he moaned and started thrusting in you again, chasing another high. He would never admit it but the sight of his best friends pleasuring each other was enough to have him hard again in seconds. This was something he would think about later. For now tho, he needed your pussy to get off

"mmnhmfuck yeah baby take this fucking dick"

Sweaty bodies rubbed against one another and he could already feel his high close. Just right there, right there-

You sobbed in overstimulation, your vision fading in and out of consciousness. Body jerking up and down with jay's harsh thrusts. His balls tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust a few more times before unloading all his cum in your womb. He rutted ruthlessly to empty his balls inside and then he was pulling out of you, lying at your side in exhaustion.

The sound of a phone ringing snapped the three boys out of their post orgasmic bliss and jake cursed, picking up the phone from the couch and glancing at jay

"Man it's your girlfriend"

The panicked shuffling was all you heard before passing out. Your body buzzing with overwhelming sensations, remotely aware that you were supposed to report back to the hotel manager after cleaning the rooms. But that could wait.

[knavcsblade]

hear me out.

breeding with chlorine

i need f/f content for chlroinde like she sso pretty and fine and she has a gun that could go down my throat as she finishes inside me bc shes amazing like that!1!1! (sorry im rambling)

killshot.

+18!

cw: transfem!clorinde x f!reader. overly descriptive. cunnilingus. edging. a little biting. gunplay. breeding/creampie. (half proofread)

wc: 2.3k

summary: lesbian sex and a little gunplay. tasty!

a/n: the whole gun thing awakened something in me that had been dormant for too long, so this is as self-indulgent as it gets too (horny jail). i love freaky requests, tbh

Now, how did you get into this situation with the Champion Duelist? The last few memories you had were of the tranquil conversation you both shared over warm tea at her home—before the world became a blur of desire and pure, unadulterated bliss.

Perhaps she was overly stressed at the moment—that job was utterly demanding of the poor woman, and everyone needs to blow off some steam from time to time. You simply didn’t expect the usually put-together Fontainian to be so… intense.

The sudden goosebumps on your soft skin managed to bring you back from attempting to recall any sorts of details, all due the faint caress of Clorinde’s gloved hand. “Look at me,” she purred as her digits trailed up the curve of your hip, “I want to see you.”

And her command would be followed, naturally. The attention she brought to your newly uncovered clit with her clothed fingertips was nothing short of maddening, and if that weren’t enough, the manner in which she palmed the swell of your breast threatened to draw a whimper from the depths of your throat. It wasn’t to her surprise that you’d seek to do whatever she said just to feel more contact—you were just so good for her, weren’t you?

She had managed to lay you on her plush bed what seemed like hours ago, even if it was only mere minutes that had passed by, just to unrobe you and have you exposed to her lustful gaze. Were you truly losing track of time already? The intimate moment had just begun, and she would make sure to enjoy it wholly, even if it felt like an eternity to you.

A low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through Clorinde’s chest could be heard from where she hovered over you, and it sent a shiver down your spine that couldn’t be concealed. With a hand between your parted legs and the other resting on your ribcage, she leaned closer to your ear to take in the aroma of your perfume mingling with increasing arousal.

“Squirming already?” Her words were dripping with a sensuality you weren’t quite used to yet, but was oh so enticing.

You were flustered beyond measure at this, your reaction being to shudder beneath the plump lips that now traced the column of your throat with vexatious provocation. Open-mouthed kisses were spread over your skin like sweet honey, leaving trails of saliva at their wake as she made sure to make her way through the valley of your tits just to turn you into that malleable mess she knew you could be.

Through the haze of the situation, you managed to feel the leather of her gloves against your inner thighs and hear her usually serene voice turn into a low grumble. “Keep them spread.”

Next thing you knew, Clorinde’s languid tongue glided through your slick folds to gather whatever evidence of your growing desire she could to sate her thirst, practically moaning against your cunt as her fingers massaged the supple flesh of your legs to keep herself grounded. 

Surely you could feel her gaze boring into your face, all to gauge your reaction to the way she so desperately began to eat you out like a starving woman, though you couldn’t meet her eyes. Your head had already lolled back into the pillows at the delicious chills she had caused you with a simple suck to the puffy bundle of nerves she had been teasing for too long.

You were putting on a show for the expert duelist now; moaning loudly at every slurp and obscene kiss, your hips surging upwards to grind against her mouth, arching your back to display the swollen peaks of your nipples. If only she hadn’t been determined to fuck you into oblivion soon enough, she would’ve found her own release right then and there.

And so her heavenly ministrations continued. Her trained digits dug into the moldable skin of your ass to keep you still as her nose now pressed roughly against your mound. Pleasure, white-hot and all consuming, radiated from your core and set your nerve endings alight at such lewd stimulation.

She kept her lips wrapped around your clit for some time, all to enjoy the tangy taste despite the obvious chaos of mixed fluids now dripping from you and her chin alike. She could tell you were close already, the way your moans turned frantic and desperate as your legs jerked around her head being evidence enough of the impending orgasm that threatened to wash over you like a tidal wave.

A wet pop suddenly drew you out of your blissful trance, and you instantly let out a whimper of protest as you now struggled to look down and meet those purple eyes through a pool of tears. She was already pulling away from your needy cunt with glistening lips and lightly flushed cheeks.

“Why? What are you…?” Your breathless words were cut off by Clorinde’s as she busied herself with spreading your legs further.

“Hush,” she started, sitting back on her knees to lower the new pair of deep indigo pants she had recently bought. “Don’t be so greedy.”

You were rightfully upset at her—she had taken that glorious climax away from you, which had begun to slowly subside only to leave you sensitive to any sort of touch. You were too far gone to realize, however, that her idea was for that to be the case from the very first moment she lay her hands upon you.

Out of sheer astonishment, a gasp was caught in your throat when her thick, hard cock proudly jutted out of her clothes. The dim lighting was enough for you to catch a glimpse of a growing bead of pre-cum dripping down the shaft, and now all resentment was gone. The aching need to be filled was back, and more intense than before.

All she had to do was line the swollen head of her dick with your sopping entrance to draw a wanton mewl from your mouth, and she knew she had you on the palm of her hand.

Using barely a third of her strength, she pushed your thighs up and apart to give herself leeway to plunge into you in a swift motion that forced you to take her entire length in an instant. Needless to say you moaned at the sudden intrusion, and despite the slight pain, you were so eager to take her that you instinctively fluttered around her just to welcome her. She stretched and filled you so perfectly.

“You’re so… tight,” she groaned through gritted teeth, her hands now propping her up as they found their spot on each side of your head against the mattress.

Your velvety walls now gripped her like a vice, and she was beyond the point of attempting to be gentle or teasing due the exquisite feeling of your pussy gripping her tightly. Your senses were utterly flooded, even the scent of shared arousal permeated the air, a musky and intoxicating aroma that left you both lightheaded.

Despite being thoughtful enough to give you short-lived seconds to get accustomed to her size, she set a pace with her hips that harbored all her pent-up need for pleasure afterwards. She hadn’t even fully rid herself of her uniform yet, but that didn’t stop her from pounding into you in a steady rhythm that quickly built in intensity.

The sound of the creaking of the bed and cries of rapture filled the room, mingling with those of the headboard banging against the wall as strands of Clorinde’s hair curtained your face. Her regularly neat ponytail had untidied due to her harsh motions, and you’d be foolish to believe this wasn’t the most bewitching sight you had ever witnessed.

Angling her cock just right, she managed to rub the most delicate spot of your insides that sent a flash of electricity down your stomach towards your cunt and made your toes curl. Your legs wrapped around her hips unconsciously, drawing her closer. In spite of being utterly hypnotized by the heat, she lowered herself to capture one of your nipples in her mouth and bit hard enough to make you yelp—she soothed the sting with a flick of her tongue, ripping a hard moan from your chest.

She rammed against your most erogenous zone with fervent enthusiasm, clutching the sheets beneath you in her fists at the overwhelming feeling pooling in her lower stomach. A sheen of sweat now layered your bodies as the physical activity grew rougher, more demanding, and through erratic movements and tensing of her muscles, the duelist got a sudden idea—she didn’t vacillate this once.

She always prided herself on being methodical, always taking steps back before making a decision. Her mind was numbed by the passion of the situation, however, so all inhibitions and hesitations were out the window. All she wished to do was turn up the heat, to make you moan and writhe beneath her in an orgasm you couldn’t control.

She unholstered her pistol in a deliberate, measured motion, the leather whispering as it surrendered its hold before she trailed it upward against your middle. Its muzzle now sat against your lower lip, forcing your eyes to widen at the obviously dangerous position you were in while she continued to fuck you like it was all the most common of things.

At your clear confusion, a wolfish smirk crept upon her face. Such an adorable thing you were, still moaning and clinging to her cock even when she held her weapon against you.

“Suck it,” she ordered in a murmur, voice strained though still authoritative enough to make you whimper.

The handgun was discernibly unloaded, and its safety lever was locked. With no true peril in the request, you immediately relaxed and limited yourself to wrapping your kiss-swollen lips around the barrel to present her the picture-perfect image she seeked.

She kept her eyes on your half-lidded ones, merely watching you coating her firearm in saliva that slowly started dripping down the corners of your mouth. Seeing you struggle to indulge her little whim while your cunt squelched as she plunged into it with single-minded focus.

It wasn’t long after that your muscles clenched and fluttered around her cock, trying to suck her deeper, to hold her inside you. You were so close, teetering on the brink of a mind-shattering climax. The coil of heat in your lower stomach grew tighter and tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment.

She wasn’t far behind either, and you could notice from the way her thrusts became erratic, as well as the hand that held the pistol in your mouth slowly began to shake. All she wished for now was for you to shatter into a million pieces beneath her to take in your beautiful, breathless form.

You only pulled away from the muzzle to gasp to moan for her, these wanton cries having shifted from mere mewls of pleasure into desperate, urgent ones. The meaning behind them was clear—you were utterly lost to the throes of lust thanks to her, and all she had to do was push you just a little further over the edge to have what she desired.

“Oh, no. You were being so good,” she cooed in faux disappointment, her dick burying to the hilt with each brutal charge. “Don’t stop now, my dear.”

Her free hand found your clit once again, rubbing quick, merciless circles on the sensitive surface just to gauge a reaction out of you—good thing you were overly generous.

The intense stimulation became too much a few seconds in, and the reaction your body had to it made her tense up. Your legs began to jerk and push her closer, inner walls clamping down like a vice around her thick length as your back arched clean off the mattress. An expression of pure pleasure etched on your face, snapping the thin string of saliva that still connected your lips to the barrel of her gun.

Clorinde’s experience sent electrifying shocks of ecstasy through your veins, forcing you to finally find the climax you’d desperately accept. Due to the way she had denied you of it earlier, this one was overwhelming you beyond belief.

You let out a silent scream of rapture as your body writhed beneath hers, juices gushing out around her cock to dampen her pants and dripping down onto the bed below. You were clearly drowning in a sea of pleasure, consumed by the sheer intensity of your release, and the duelist only followed close behind.

Your release crashed over you like a cold tidal wave, sweeping you away in a torrent of mind-numbing bliss as the intruder that had brought you there continued its relentless assault to extend your crescendo even further.

You were too lost in the precious ache between your legs to even look down, though a guttural moan caught your attention. Clorinde’s own climax hit her once your cunt squeezed her persistently enough to milk her of every last drop of cum she could possibly deliver. Thick ropes of hot release painted your inner walls white, the pistol long forgotten among messy sheets just so she could tightly hold onto your hips and fill you up properly.

She pulsed and throbbed inside you as her head fell back with a shuddering gasp, exposing the column of her throat for you under the candlelight. Your gaze was still clouded by the slowly ebbing orgasm, though you could’ve sworn the way in which drops of sweat dripped down her temples and neck were about to make you beg for more.

Slowly, with muscles still spasming, she drew back just to take a better look at the new artwork she had created—you. The creamy ring you had left encircling the base of her dick sent a shiver down her spine, though the sight of you spread out and thoroughly fucked was one she wished to commit to memory.

She wasn’t the type to be openly vulnerable, however. “My new pants are ruined,” she muttered as she gave your trembling thighs a soft squeeze.

She knew that next time, she’d have to ravish you fully bare, and she couldn’t wait.

[mrsfancyferrari]

His Feast

Summary: LH44 + slow feasting on you

Song: Pipe · Christina Aguilera

Author’s note: Thanks @urfriendlywriter for the prompt idea. Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶

Word count: 3.8k

The way you moved had become a carefully choreographed dance, a soft sway designed to conceal more than it revealed. Every morning, the ritual started with the oversized t-shirt, the one that swallowed your frame whole, a deliberate shield against prying eyes - and the eyes you felt most drawn to, those of Lewis.

You hadn’t always been like this, a creature of shadows and loose fabric. There was a time, not so long ago, when you’d pranced around in shorts and tank tops, comfortable in the skin you inhabited.

But somewhere along the line, a whisper of doubt, a chorus of insecurities, had grown into a deafening roar in your mind.

Lewis, with his infuriatingly open affection, only heightened your shame. He’d always been vocal about his appreciation for your body, for the curves and the dips that you were now so desperate to hide.

He’d trace the line of your collarbone with a soft finger and say, “You’re stunning, you know that?” His words, once music to your ears, now felt like a spotlight, exposing every supposed flaw.

You tried to deflect his compliments, to change the subject with a nervous laugh, but his gaze always held a knowing tenderness that made your heart flutter and your cheeks flush.

You’d started avoiding mirrors, your reflection now a source of painful scrutiny. The gym had become a prison, each session a grueling exercise in self-loathing.

You’d catch Lewis watching you sometimes, his expression a mix of concern and confusion, and you’d quickly turn away, ashamed of your attempts to shrink, to disappear.

You knew you were being ridiculous, but the voice in your head was relentless, painting you as flawed, as something less than beautiful.

One evening, you were getting ready for a quiet night in. You pulled on an old, baggy sweatshirt, the one that Lewis had jokingly called your ‘hibernation tent.’

He was in the kitchen, humming softly as he prepared dinner. When he came into the bedroom, he paused, his smile faltering.

“You okay, love?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“Yeah, why?” you replied, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Just…you’ve been wearing this a lot lately," he said, his eyes lingering on the oversized fabric. "And the jeans, even when it’s warm. Everything seems so…covered.”

You felt your chest tighten. You wanted to lie, to tell him you were just cold, but his gaze was too understanding, too perceptive.

“I’m just…comfortable,” you mumbled, looking away.

He stepped closer, his hand lightly touching your arm. “You look comfortable, sure, but you don’t seem comfortable. Are you…are you hiding from me?”

His question pierced you like a shard of glass. You couldn't hold it in anymore. “I’m not as beautiful as you say I am," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips. "I... I see things in the mirror, things I don’t like. Things that you think aren’t there, but they are.”

His forehead furrowed, his touch becoming firmer, yet softer. "What things?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. "Tell me.”

You hesitated, the shame rising like a tide. “My…my tummy, the way my thighs look, my arms…everything.” You closed your eyes, the tears threatening to spill.

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. When you opened your eyes, he was still looking at you, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your throat ache. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

You nodded, shame washing over you in waves. “I’m sorry," you said, your voice cracking. "I know it’s silly but…”

He stepped forward, pulling you gently into his arms. “Don’t you ever,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair, “Don’t you ever apologize for feeling something. And please, never call what you feel, silly.”

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, the tears finally escaping. “I just want to be the person you see,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt.

He held you tight, his hand stroking your back. “I see you, love,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I see all of you. And all of you is beautiful. It’s not just what’s on the surface, though that is stunning obviously, it’s also the way you laugh, the way you care, the heart that you have. That’s what makes you beautiful. Do you trust me?”

His question hung in the air. You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “Yes,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I do.”

He smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made your heart ache in the best possible way. "Okay then," he said, taking your hands. "Let’s do something about this.”

The room was a symphony of shadows and candlelight as Lewis guided you to the bed, the soft glow playing over his chiseled features, painting a picture of raw masculine beauty that made your knees wobble.

The air was thick with anticipation, charged with the electricity of a thousand unspoken words. You felt the heat of his gaze as he took in your form, the hunger in his eyes making you quiver with a need so deep it was almost painful.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice a gentle command that resonated through you like a bass note from a distant cello.

His eyes never left yours as you fumbled with the buttons of your blouse, the fabric sliding away to reveal the swells of your breasts.

He watched you with the intensity of a hawk eyeing its prey, his pupils dilating as your vulnerability laid bare before him.

The fabric of your skirt whispered against your legs as it fell to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your lacy underwear. He took in the sight of you, his breath hitching slightly as he traced the edge of your panties with the tip of his finger.

"Do you know how much I love watching you undress for me?" he murmured, his voice a soft caress that made your stomach flip.

You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your neck. His touch was like a brand, leaving trails of fire in its wake as he gently eased down your panties, revealing the dampness between your thighs.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin, and whispered, "I want to show you just how much I crave you."

And then he did. His mouth found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, his teeth grazing the soft skin as he kissed you.

His hands roamed your body with a confidence that made you feel like the most precious treasure in the world, each caress a declaration of his love for your every curve and dip.

His thumb slid between your folds, teasing your clit, as he whispered sweet nothings about your beauty into your ear.

You moaned as he slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the pleasure until you were begging for more.

He added another, filling you up as his thumb continued to dance over your swollen bud. The feeling was almost too much, a delicious agony that made you arch your back, desperate for relief.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice a gruff whisper. You met his gaze, his eyes dark with lust and something else, something deeper.

Something that made your heart stutter in your chest. "See what you do to me," he said, gesturing to the bulge in his pants.

You couldn't help the smug smile that curved your lips. You knew you affected him, knew that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. But seeing it laid bare like this was intoxicating.

He took your hand and placed it on his hardness, his eyes never leaving yours as you squeezed gently.

"Take off your bra," he said, his voice hoarse. You complied, the fabric falling away to expose your breasts to the cool air. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs teasing your nipples into hard peaks.

His mouth followed the trail his hands had set, kissing and nibbling his way down your body, leaving a path of fire in his wake.

When his mouth reached your breasts, you thought you might die from the pleasure. His tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples as his hands kneaded and squeezed, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core.

"You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I could play with these all night."

Your body was a canvas, and he was the artist, painting strokes of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. You felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter, your orgasm building like a storm at sea, ready to crash over you at any moment.

"Lewis," you breathed, your voice a plea.

He pulled away, a wicked glint in his eye. "Not yet, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "There's so much more I want to show you."

And with that, he stood and began to strip away his own clothes, his body revealed inch by glorious inch. You watched, transfixed, as he shed the last of his garments, his erection standing proud and thick, a testament to his desire for you.

"Are you ready?" Lewis murmured, his gaze never leaving yours.

You nodded, your eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of his question was palpable, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment where you would let go of your fears and insecurities, and let him love you completely.

"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very air. He stepped closer to you, his naked body a sculpture of desire in the flickering candlelight.

The heat of him washed over you, making your skin prickle with goosebumps, and you could feel the tension in the room ratchet up a notch.

With a gentle touch, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. "I'm going to show you just how much you mean to me," he murmured. "How much I love every inch of you."

His mouth met yours in a kiss that was at once tender and fierce, a promise of the passion to come. His tongue slid against yours, teasing and tasting, as his hands slid down to grip your hips.

He stepped closer, the length of him pressing against your stomach as he lifted you onto the bed, never breaking the kiss.

You felt the softness of the sheets beneath you, a stark contrast to the hardness of his body above. His weight was a comfort, a reassurance that he was here, that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Look at me," he said again, pulling away slightly so he could gaze into your eyes. "I need you to see me, to know that this is real."

You nodded again, unable to find the words to express what you felt. He positioned himself between your legs, his hands sliding over your thighs as he bent his head to kiss you again, his tongue tracing the line of your jaw before moving lower, to the hollow of your throat.

His kisses grew more urgent, his teeth grazing your skin as his hands roamed further, one hand finding its way back to your breast while the other slid down to cup you between the legs.

You gasped as he began to rub you in slow, firm circles, the pressure building as your body responded to his touch.

The first wave of pleasure hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you and leaving you gasping for air. You clutched at the sheets, your body arching off the bed as Lewis watched you with hooded eyes, his own desire evident in the tightness of his jaw and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

He whispered sweet, filthy things into your ear, his voice a dark symphony that sent shivers down your spine. His mouth moved to your neck, his teeth scraping gently against your skin as his fingers danced over your clit.

You felt his cock nudging against your entrance, the blunt tip probing gently as he kissed a line of fire down to your chest.

"I'm going to make love to you now," he murmured, his voice a velvet promise. "I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are, how much I crave you."

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your body already singing with pleasure. And then he was inside you, filling you up in one slow, deep stroke that had you crying out his name.

His eyes never left yours as he began to move, his hips rocking into you with a steady rhythm that had you seeing stars.

The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain as he stretched and filled you, his every movement a declaration of his love for your body.

You could feel your walls clench around him, desperate to hold him in, never let him go.

You watched as he took his own pleasure, his eyes dark with passion, his jaw tight as he fought for control. And when he finally let go, when he came with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room, you felt a sense of accomplishment, of belonging, that was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

He collapsed onto you, his weight a comfort as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice muffled. "All of you. And I'm never letting go."

And in that moment, you knew it was true. You had found your home, in the arms of the man who had just shown you that love was more than just a feeling; it was an act of worship, a celebration of the beauty that lay within.

"I'm yours," you whispered back, your voice trembling with the intensity of the emotions that surged through you.

Lewis pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt or hesitation. Finding none, he kissed you again, this time with a tenderness that made you feel like the most cherished person in the world.

His cock, still hard within you, throbbed with the beat of his heart, and you felt a renewed sense of connection, of unity.

"I want you to come again," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. "I want to feel you shatter for me, baby."

With gentle coaxing, he began to move again, his strokes long and deep, his eyes never leaving yours. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, and you could feel your orgasm building once more, a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm you.

Your breath grew ragged as you chased the peak, your nails digging into his back, leaving marks that would serve as a testament to the passion that had consumed you.

His own breath was hot and uneven against your neck, his body tense with the effort of holding back, of waiting for you to reach that perfect moment.

And when it came, it was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was a symphony of sensations, a maelstrom of pleasure that tore through you, leaving you shaking and gasping beneath him.

His name was a litany on your lips, a chant that matched the rhythm of his hips, the pounding of your heart.

As the last vestiges of your climax faded away, he kissed you softly, his movements slowing to a gentle rock as he allowed you to come down from the high.

His arms tightened around you, and you knew that in this moment, you were where you belonged.

He rolled to the side, taking you with him so that you lay entwined, his cock still buried within you. "I love you," he whispered, the words a soft benediction against your ear.

You turned your head to look at him. "I love you too, Lewis."

He kissed you again, a chaste peck that held more promise than any grand gesture could ever convey. "Now, let me show you just how much."

And with that, he began to move again, his touch tender, his kisses reverent. This time, there was no rush, no urgency. Just the two of you, lost in the sweetness of each other's embrace, exploring the depths of the love that had brought you to this place.

The night stretched out before you, a tapestry of passion and pleasure, and you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always have this moment, this perfect union of bodies and souls.

"Look at me," he said again, his voice a gentle coax. You obeyed, your eyes meeting his, the intensity of his gaze making you quiver.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "So perfect. And all mine."

Your insecurities were a distant memory as you felt the warmth of his love surrounding you, a cocoon of acceptance and desire that made you feel more alive than you had ever been.

And as he brought you to the brink once more, and pushed you over the edge into oblivion, you knew that you had been reborn, not just as a lover, but as a woman who had finally learned to embrace her beauty, her passion, and the love that she had been so desperately seeking. . . .

[giselleloversclub]

GG SMAU REC !

YU JIMIN / KARINA

꒰ LOWKEY ꒱　@ninguitar

❛ in which a concert you were tantalized by your friends into attending led to a one-night hook-up with band member, yu "karina" jimin, who was coincidentally a classmate, too. though incredulous and foolish, in karina's eyes, you were way too good to have you slipping through her fingers, but even so, she couldn't just act on it, leaving the two of you in an awkward predicament, and keeping the feelings amidst lowkey. ❜

yu "karina" jimin.　&&　fem. reader

wlw, crack, fluff, angst, school au, youtuber au, band au, & more.

DAYLIGHT @jenscx

park y/n is known for many things. she’s known as a pretty streamer, a popular entertainer and a hothead when it comes to video games. it’s unfortunate that her rash personality erupts when she meets yu jimin in an overwatch match.

influencer!jimin x streamer!reader

⋆･୭ ˚ HARD TO GET @bluebvrry

everyone could easily fall for Yu Jimins charms. Expect one person. Now Jimin finds herself smitten by the girl. It was like she had her wrapped around her fingers.

play girl!karina x f!reader

"IT'S ME BEFORE HER" @uchinagai

kim y/n, #1 soloist currently, known for other than just acting like out of this world and singning like an angel, is also known in the industry as 'flirt' among female idols. A certain world wide idol, got her attention on her, but little did she know, there was another one, more desperate and in love with her before the global it girl.

yoo jimin x fem!reader

don’t tell my boyfriend! @laurentpark

where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

yoo jimin x female reader

smau. drama. rom-com. angst

fool for you @pupuyvs

Aaliyah Hernandez is a popular MY account known for her looks, so when she gets a chance to attend a fansign, fellow fans can’t help but notice that some members of Aespa seem to be a bit more interested than they should be. Taking it as nothing but a stan twitter joke, how will Aaliyah react when she finds herself being contacted by one of the members?

Karina x fem!oc

smau + written, idol!karina, non!idol fem!oc, fluff, slight angst, humor

PAUSE @leeseulss

ou were sm’s new trainee and accidentally hitting the karina of aespa wasn’t exactly on your bucket list. unfortunately, karina holds grudges.

trainee!femoc x karina

strangers to acquaintances to lovers

send nudes? @wintersgff

when yn sees karina's post on instagram, she takes the opportunity to send her a flirty message.

idol! karina x idol! le sserafims member! reader

fluff, suggestive, curses, a little angst

BUSINESS MATTER @aettuddae

two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

social media au, idol au, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

a business proposal @yooflm

after begging on ends for what seemed like weeks, you finally accept your best friends request to take her place for her upcoming blind date. the pro? you get a date with a hot CEO. the con? the CEO seems to be none other than your boss at your recently hired job!

yoo jimin x fem!reader

fluff, crack, slowburn (eh..), social media au, romance, strangers to lovers, fake dating, e2l???, non-idol au, college au

– I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE @mingyushadow

what happens when the boyfriend of your muse invites you to be part of his band?

smau + written, band au, angst, romance, crack.

Rivalries and reconciliations @sapphic-kpop-fics

Y/n and Karina grew up as neighbors, becoming the closest friends until one night in high school when they get too close for comfort and stop speaking for years. Going to the same college was easy until the university introduced a new dance team that both want to join and become captain of.

Childhood friends to enemies to lovers

sugarcoat @izfims

as a way to fix her image, jimin's team decides to host an event where one lucky fan gets to go on a date with the idol to show the world that she's a good person. since y/n's younger sister happens to be one of her biggest fans but unfortunately falls under the age limit, she decides to sign her older sibling up instead. there's no way she actually gets chosen.. right?

idol!yu jimin x fem!reader

I HATE LOVE YOU @jennifestival

Karina has hated y/n ever since she “stole" her place on the team. Karina swore to hate her all her life, since she took away her passion, but as the time passes by, and they have to see each other every day due to university, and some mutual friends, karina realizes she doesn’t hate y/n that much;

Or

When karina realizes she’s falling for the person she despises the most, her enemy;

Yu jimin x Fem!reader

SHE’S MY COLLAR @dollieseo

as the most popular member of the band ‘lucky 8’ and a known playgirl, jeong y/n has many admirers, which she takes pride in. what she didn’t expect is for one of those admirers to be famous model/influencer yu jimin.

smau + some written chapters.

— ･ *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SATAN'S SPAWN @patheticallyinfatuatedwithu

yu jimin had everything in the palm of her hands. highest grades in the year, promoted as the captain of the dance team, top of the social hierarchy, and close to having the school's hearrthrob— song kang as her boyfriend. everything was sunshine and rainbows, until song kang's supposed sister, kim y/n turned song y/n— a certified hottie pain in the ass steps into frame, no longer the pathetic, crybaby loser jimin knew her as. and the line between hate and love slowly began to blur.

yu jimin x fem! reader

smau, crack, fluff, enemies to lovers

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

JOIN MY GAME @zlut4rina

a famous Minecraft streamer (Y/N) meets a girl on a public server. How will this new found relationship affect y/n and her reputation ... ?

baristas ୨୧ @jongocat

୨୧ you’re hopelessly in love with online friend karina. unfortunately for you, she’s got a crush on some barista.

the idea of yoo @spadesolace

in a small town called kwangya, there's not much going on aside from familiar faces, small annual events, and little to none attractions. what happens when naoi y/n was given an offer she can't refuse? the catch is the job to ghostwrite letters for choi yeonjun's crush, yoo jimin?

highschool au! karina x fem!reader smau

strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst, a short smau

AFTERGLOW @hrtyunjin

after 4 years of no contact with previous ex bestfriend, karina, karina and yn re-connect with each other again. will they remain as best friends or develop into something even more serious that they were longing for since the beginning?

“why’d i have to break what i love so much?”

wlw, fluff, slow burn, smau, best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers, crack.

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Uchinaga Aeri / Giselle

POINT OF VIEW @amourjins

and by bumping into someone that just so happens to be the queen bee of the school, you apparently made a new enemy.. on your first day of being at a new school.

meangirl!aeri x newstudent!reader

texts w/ gf!aeri @amourjins

“ met thru internet “ @uchinagai

two oomfs and huge Red Velvet fans, seolhee and Giselle, decided to join Selca Day, which caused Seolhee to fall in love with the girl; little did she know, it would go completely wrong

non idol!giselle x fem!oc (seolhee)

Crazy Combo @theofficialnarrator

Aeri “Giselle” Uchinaga, SASA’s queen bee, gets dethroned by her ex-bestfriend, Jang Wonyoung. Out for blood, Giselle decides to run for Prom queen against Wonyoung and Yujin. With who? None other than the campus golden girl, Y/N L/N. Can the crazy combo win the hearts of SASA's student body, or will the two crash and burn before Prom?

non!idol Aeri Uchinaga x non!idol fem!reader

SMAU + Written, fake relationship, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fluff, slight angst, HEAVY drama, non!idol au

A CHANGE OF HEART @geeminz

mihye has been secretly dating giselle, her best friend’s older sister, for four months. what happens when their relationship turns toxic, and their secrets become public?

toxic!giselle x f!reader oc (mihye)

it’s so over for me @wonysugar

aeri ‘hottest girl on campus’ uchinaga, aeri ‘it girl’ uchinaga, aeri this, aeri that. y/n was sick and tired of hearing and seeing that girl everywhere. what was so good about her? she was a mean bitch, average looking and just a little rich, why were people freaking out over her so bad? aeri knew that y/n didn’t give two shits about her, and she didn’t like that. at all.

nonidol!giselle x nonidol!femreader

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Kim Minjeong / Winter

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 @perfectsunlight

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐩𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

LOVE RADAR @hearts4jiheon

basically your celebrity crush hates you, that’s all!

soloist!reader x idol!winter (wlw)

🗑️ dumpster dive @kissies4jiwon

after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

highschool setting, strangers to lovers.

personal fav plot !

THE CHEESE TOUCH @baekwrld

desperately seeking employment, broke college dropout y/n l/n accepts a job at a chuck e. cheese run almost entirely by similarly incompetent friends of friends. upon learning that her coworker is part of a popular local band, y/n attends one of their shows in support of her new friend—only to find herself tangled in a dating rumor with their guitarist, kim minjeong.

kim minjeong x fem!reader

under the moonlight @wintersera

on a cold winter night you were strolling down the street getting some snacks when you spot a shivering puppy curled up outside. as an empath you felt horrible for the poor pup- now… bringing it back home wasn’t exactly the best idea.

wolf hybrid!winter x fem!reader

BUSINESS PROPOSAL (side b) @isaaabbellle

Oh why did you have to meet the woman of your destiny like this? Getting caught being the real Kim.

secretary!minjeong X f!reader

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

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Ning Yizhuo / Ningning

when worlds collide @oceanbug

Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

non!idol x reader; fluff; college au; enemies to lovers; wlw; smau

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Kim Chaewon

LOVEBIRDS @celestialsequels

y/n falls in love with chaewon at first sight after seeing her during her orientation day at university but what happens when y/n tries to find ways to approach chaewon…? does she end up with chaewon…? read to see how y/n and her friends figure out ways to approach chaewon.

chaewon x f!reader

GOAL ! @pupuyvs

Yoo Jihye and her friends are the biggest losers in school. Though proud of the title, it seems to bite her when someone decides to sign her up for the school’s soccer team as a prank. Now forced to play the full season, how will Jihye survive, especially when the team’s captain is dating her crush, head cheerleader Kim Chaewon.

cheerleader!chaewon x loser!femoc

The only exception @tuna-gimbap

Chaewon wasn't really fond of love to begin with, as she grew up in the shadow of broken love, and she swears to never fall in love only to find one person who changes everything.

Chaewon x reader smau

CAUGHT @kkrymiii

Hwang ray apart of the schools infamous trouble makers who's in the media club, One day captures a photo for the media club to post for the science fair but a specific person in the photo catches her attention. As she tries to figure out who this pretty girl is it clicks to her. It was the stuco president... Now what will this lover girl do?

Kim chaewon x Hwang ray (reader)

Unexpected @saturnayeon

Chaewon accidentally messages the wrong account, trying to message Kazuha about Eunchae’s account. What she thought would never be brought up again, ends up growing into a great friendship. Will it be more?

Chaewon x fem!reader

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Huh Yujin / Jennifer

For My Eyes Only » @seullovesme

you weren't necessarily famous or anything to begin with. it was only until after the post revealing your amazing visuals that your socials seemed to grow. it certainly attracted people, maybe even a certain someone and their fanclub.

famous!huh yunjin x famous!reader, smau

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

Et puis je t'ai rencontrée... @yunjinpwr

( and then i met you...)

Few days after being back from France, you meet up with your friends at university. Somehow, an important paper fall from your bag… what will happen when Yunjin find it and message you ?

university smau, non!idol x f!reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, crack

student!yunjin x student!femreader

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Kang Seulgi

by luck » @seullovesme

You've loved Red Velvet long before you became the current host of your radio show. When its announced that they'll be starred in your next show to promote their new album, you are aghast; Especially when the Kang Seulgi shows interest in you, but without each other's information, you part ways. that's where it ends.. unless?

idol!seulgi x fan!reader

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[daceydeath]

4:15pm

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader Word Count .5k Genre: Smut Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Explicit Content

You could hear the others from the hallway going room to room calling out for their missing member. Each time one tried the locked handle you felt another wave of arousal hit you but with his hand covering your mouth at least you were able to keep quiet.

“Careful baby, don’t want them to find us” Wooyoung breathed against the shell of your ear his hips continuing to snap against your arse as he fucked you harder with each passing minute. “You look so good like this I wouldn’t blame them for joining in”.

You whimpered pathetically feeling the heat pooling in your core spiraling out of control. Wooyoung had dragged you away when the others weren't paying attention which led you to you current position bent over a desk this your shirt unbuttoned and your bra pulled down while he fucked you roughly from behind. His words driving you insane as his cock hit against your g spot over and over again.

“Fuck you liked that huh? You want me to let the members fuck you? Stretch your pussy out and fill it with cum?” he growled in your ear as you whined attempting to shake your head against his hand “Don’t lie baby I could feel you squeezing me, did you want me to let them in I could watch them use until you can’t walk”

“Woo, fuck” you groaned softly against his palm your eyes rolling back in your head as your walls started fluttering giving away how close you were to hitting your high, desperately pushing your hips back to meet his.

“Oh shit baby, fuck just like that” he panted pulling his hand away from your mouth as San tried to open the door.

“Wooyoung? Are you there?” he called through the thin wood separating the pair of you from him, you couldn’t stop the gasp that left you as Wooyoung started sucking on exposed shoulder.

“Scream for me baby let San hear you cum on my cock” he demanded, his voice strained as he continued pumping into your velvet walls.

“Fuck Wooyoung” you cried loudly slumping forward as white hot pleasure flooded your veins making your see stars, you felt the warmth of his release filling you as he grunted his sweat covered forehead coming to rest against the back of your neck his breath coming out in pants against your skin.

“Fuck” San groaned from the hallway a quiet thud following his words. Wooyoung grinned against your skin pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"How about next time we let Sannie join in?" He chuckled darkly making you whimper softly before you heard footsteps retreating.

"Love you Woo" you breathed as he pulled himself from you.

"Love you too baby. Let's get you cleaned up before the others figure out where San found us" he turned you to face him to help get you redressed.

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