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synopsis: giving a trim to your boyfriend turns into something more. wc: 2.7k pairings: choso x reader. geto x reader. nanami x reader. content: MDNI. smut (unprotected sex, cowgirl (choso), bow pose (geto), oral - fem!receiving, fingering, creampie, messy kisses) just lots of nsfw 😭 + not proofread as usual a/n: missed y’all!! have no idea what i wrote but i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it.

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. choso kamo

"oww… fuck” you hear choso cuss from the bedroom. “are you okay?” you check in from the bathroom just having finished your night time routine. he walks in rubbing his eye, a tiny pout playin on his lips “i think there’s something in my eye, it hurts,” he whines.

“let me see,” you say. he bends down and moves closer to your face. you notice the whites of his eye are turned a shade of light red, probably from all the rubbing he’s been doing. he hisses as you spot a short strand of hair in his lower lid and pull it out. “it’s hair,” you place it in his palm. “probably from your bangs,” you add on. his pout grows and he stares at the strand in silence for a minute before he asks “can you cut them?”

he sits on a stool in front of the mirror, a bashful smile on his lips. you place a cloth on the floor to catch the hair and wrap another around his neck.

you quickly brush his hair and separate the bangs. he grabs your waist and pulls you in closer when you start cutting his bangs. distracted by the night gown under your robe he starts squirming to get a closer look.

“choso!” you yelp when you feel him kiss over your clothed boob. “sorry,” he bashes his eyelashes at you. “sit still or i’ll mess up” you scold him.

he scoffs in return. you reach up to snip a few stray strands of hair that are in front of his face, and align them with a cute pout of concentration on your face. his eyes remain fixed on you, silently observing your every move, while his heart is filled with an array of intense emotions that overwhelm him. his grip on your waist tightens.

your eyes slowly shift from his freshly trimmed bangs to meet his gaze and a gentle smile curves up the corner of your lips. he pulls you closer — his hand deftly undoes the knot on your robe.

the fabric falls open, revealing a blue silk slip with lace detail covering your cleavage and his breath hitches. your heart begins to race at the anticipation of his next move.

"choso.." you feel his hand inch higher under your slip. you squeeze his shoulders when his finger trace your flimsy panties — a light sheen of your need coats his finger. you unwrap the cloth from around his neck, and he quickly stands up. he taps the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump into his arms.

he walks over to the bed and sits down with you on top. “fuck me,” he whispers as his lips brush over yours. your slip’s moved up and bunched around your thighs as you start grinding on his hardening cock.

he hums into the kiss — satisfied by the little bit of friction. you move a hand to in his hair, tugging at the strands to stop his movements.

he pulls back with a grin. you kiss a path from his jaw down to his neck and suck at the flesh on his throat. he lets out a deep groan as you wrap a hand around his throat and push him to lie down on his back.

you quickly push down his pants and his dick springs out and hits his abdomen. his tip’s a little red with pre-cum leaking. you rub the pre cum up and down his dick — prepping it to be inside you.

his breathing grows erratic and he tries to keep his moans quiet. you lace your fingers with his, near his head and he turns to give it a sweet peck. you both gasp in unison as you slide down his slicked length. his other grips your waist tighter — probably leaving a bruise.

your wetness makes it easy to move up and down his cock. “you can be loud baby,” you groan breathlessly and he immediately lets out a whine as if he was waiting for your permission.

at this angle his cock was hitting all the right spots in you. he wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you down for a messy kiss. his tongue laps at yours and he sucks at your bottom lip before finally letting you go.

he pulls down the straps of your slip still shielding your boobs from his lustful eyes. he gulps at the view from below. silently thanking whatever higher power led you to him and allowed him to experience this moment of utter bliss and pleasure.

you place your hands on his chest and pick up the pace. pussy clamping down on his cock – creating a circle of white around his length.

he notices you slow down as your thighs burn from the movement. “come on, baby. don’t stop now,” he urges you. his hips buck up into yours and you moan in surprise “ahh fuck”. his hands move under your ass to help you keep going.

your head falls into his neck as he keeps fucking into you from underneath. “i’m close” he pants. you bite his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you, too blissed out to warn him but he notices anyway. his hand moves from under your ass to rubbing your back. soothing you from your high.

and he comes right after with a loud moan of your name. you hum satisfied at the feeling of his cum filling you completely.

suguru geto

he’s sitting on a stool facing the bathroom mirror as you stand behind him, trimming the ends of his hair.

and when you finally move in front of him to cut his front pieces, he keeps trying to put his hand under your shirt. you smack his hand away and he sits there with a pout and you immediately feel bad.

“sorry,” you say meekly. he doesn’t respond instead he looks down at his lap. “suguru,” you call out to him but he ignores you.

“suguru,” you try again but he doesn’t reply. you sigh and continue your task. you move behind him once you’re done and he smiles at you through the mirror, “thank you for the haircut, baby”.

a little confused at the change in his mood, you lean down to give him a quick peck when he looks up at you expectantly. his tongue pokes out and traces your lips and over your chin. you giggle when his tongue moves towards the underside of your jaw. you walk back to the bedroom and he shrugs off the hair and follows you. he spreads your legs and lays atop you. his tongue meshes with yours and your boobs buck up into his chest. he smiles against your lips, pulling back to admire your sprawled out figure.

he bunches up your shirt and places it in your mouth. "can you stay like this for me?" he asks in a hushed tone. you nod and he laughs under his breath as he hears a muffled yes. he places kisses over the expanse of your body and moves between your legs.

he holds eye contact as he pushes your panties to the side. you shudder when he spreads your lips and inserts a finger in you. his gaze moves down to your hole sucking him in desperately.

he leans to peck your clit once and then twice. his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it in slowly as he inserts a second finger into your needy cunt.

one second you’re whining at the way his mouth is making you feel and then before you can register the retraction of his mouth and fingers, you yelp a surprised whimper when you feel his hand come down at the flesh of your ass.

as you come down from the shock of the slap on your ass, you realize that he’s got you laying on your stomach.

you guess you should’ve known smacking his hand away earlier would have its consequences. however you didn’t mind this. his hand rubs soothingly at the reddened skin of your ass before another smack resounds throughout the room and you groan in slight pleasure.

“you like that, huh?” a lilt to his voice. “harder,” you mumble into the sheets. and he abides with your request. after all he’s gotta give you, whatever you ask for.

after two more hard spanks he moves over your legs. his hands rub at the flesh of your ass while he lines himself up with your hole. he rubs his cock head at your glistening pussy before he pushes in.

you gasp when you feel his hands pushing your legs up to hold himself steady as he starts fucking into you from behind. he keeps up a fast and hard pace that has your brain turning into mush. he gently puts your legs back down and you whimper at the mix of pleasure and pain you feel from having your legs up for so long.

he grabs your hips and slides a pillow under your stomach. you peek over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. his chest covered in a sheen of sweat and his breathing hard . you reach a hand behind which he immediately intertwines with his own.

he leans down on top of you, his weight heavy and comforting as he slows down the pace of his thrusts. your hair’s sticking to your face and your lip’s parted with drool slipping out of the side of your mouth. he chuckles at your fucked out state and gives you a quick peck.

he shifts his weight onto his other hand as he moves your joint fingers under your stomach and picks you up so you’re hovering over the sheets. “close sugu- ah” you moan as the angle has the head of his cock pressing against your g-spot. he kisses you deeply – tangling tongues together. you lull your tongue out every so slightly and he takes it as his cue to suck on it.

your tongue between his lips as he bobs his head and his thrusts have you turning into a blubbering mess of hmph’s and oh’s.

“go ahead and come for me, pretty girl”. he groans lowly in your ear. a rush of pleasure washes over you and you slump forward in his grip. he lets you lay back down on your stomach. he slows down his pace even more so you can ride out your high comfortably.

finally he pulls out and you turn around to lay on your back. his head falls back as he pumps his cock a few times and releases over your abdomen with a loud moan of your name.

kento nanami

you grow tired after hearing nanami complain several times about his recent grown out beard. “they gave me a weird look,�� he huffs. “do you think it makes me look weird?” he asks you seriously.

“i think it looks sexy. but if you want i can make it lighter for you.” you offer and he nods promptly.

so now you’re sitting on the bathroom counter with nanami between your legs and his arms placed on either side of you.

he hands you the trimmer with a shorter guard, allowing you to trim most of his beard but still maintain some facial hair. you turn on the trimmer and start from his ears and work your way down with a gentle but firm pressure. with unwavering focus, you move the trimmer under his nose, over the corners of his mouth and under his chin as the hair falls to the floor.

he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. the way you squint your eyes to focus better. the way your face muscles tense when you reach higher. your lips parting slightly when you move the trimmer under his nose. his heart fills with love at seeing you do this for him with so much care and attention.

you finish it off with a clean edge and pull away to grab a razor. you get back to work and apply a lather of shaving cream and remove any hair you couldn’t get with the trimmer. you pull back and admire your handy work, “how does it look?” you ask him with a sweet grin.

in return he kisses you. you squeal as the shaving cream covers your face. you both laugh as you help each other wash off the shaving cream.

you wipe your face and then his with a towel and he feels overwhelmed with the love he has for you. he wraps your legs around his waist and carries you back to bed.

he flops you down on the bed and wastes no time in ridding you off your clothes. he quickly moves between your legs and slides off your shorts. he sees the confusion on your face and grins “gotta reward my sweet doll for such a good job, don’t i?”

he pulls your legs over his shoulders and gets to work. you gasp when you feel his freshly trimmed beard between your legs. he starts by tracing your outer labia with his tongue and moving to your inner labia. his tongue pokes under your clitoral hood and then presses over your clit.

your hole still untouched. he teases his tongue around it until he hears you whine “kento, please”. he dips his tongue in and you’re almost instantly clenching around his tongue. “oh, she’s needy today,” he speaks to your pussy in a hoarse tone.

he replaces his tongue by inserting two fingers into you. plunging in and out, curving slightly to push against that spot. his tongue moves over your clit in languid teasing licks, making you squirm and tighten your grip on his hair.

“stay still sweetheart,” he tuts at you. having had enough of his teasing, you tighten your legs around his shoulders and pull his head further into your cunt.

with a grip on his hair, you start grinding against his face bringing yourself closer to your high. he removes his fingers from your cunt and dips his tongue once more. excited to have you clenching his tongue as you cum.

“ahh ken, fuck i’m so close,” you mewl indirectly asking him to help you. his thumb alternates between rubbing circles and flicking your nub. soon you cum with a scream of his name. almost suffocating him between your legs, but he doesn’t mind.

he continues lapping at your cunt as you come down from your orgasm. you shudder as his tongue moves over your sensitive nub once more. he sucks your clit into his mouth, on a mission to make you cum again.

your hips grind against him involuntarily but this time he holds you down with a bruising grip. his head bobs as he continues sucking and lapping at your clit.

he holds your gaze as your expression changes to tethering the edge of overstimulation. his favorite view. his free hand moves over to your boobs – massaging and teasing your nipples.

you grab his hand move it higher and up to your lips. he squeezes your cheek once and then you’re poking out your tongue and licking his palm. you hold his hand steady and suck in the two fingers that were in your cunt earlier.

you hum around his fingers and try to match the pace of his tongue on your clit. you look into his eyes, ignoring your gag reflex and push his fingers further into your mouth — you decided to add a third finger.

nanami pulls away and bites your inner thigh as he grinds into the bed trying to get some relief. oh how he wishes you were sucking his cock instead. he plunges his tongue into your hole again and moans at the thought – making your hole spasm around his tongue.

unable to contain himself, nanami, continues bucking his hips into the bed as you keep sucking his fingers greedily.

your second orgasm washes over you and you almost bite down on his fingers at the blissful pleasure. as if on cue he creams his pants and groans into your thigh.

“can’t believe you’ve made me cream my pants more than once,” he chuckles from his place on your sprawled out thigh. he peppers kisses as he moves up your body, purposefully rubbing his freshly trimmed beard causing you to giggle sweetly. he grabs your face and gives you a bruising but loving kiss.

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bpmiranda · 30 days

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Can I request lumberjack Logan and Farmer’s daughter reader sneaking into the barn with Logan. 🙈

Like Animals (Logan Howlett) nsfw

A/N: lumberjack!logan x farmer’s daughter!reader, age gap, gagging, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, reader is 18+

Helping to tend a farm was easy when there was a routine to follow. Routines were good, they made you feel confident and in control. Never stray from your routine, and everything will work out as it usually does. That’s what you lived by, until your dad hired a lumberjack to help him build a new smokehouse.

His name was Logan and he was so very attractive. You couldn’t possibly focus on your tasks with him wielding that ax, the sunlight catching off his toned, rippled body. You and your friends would hurry back to the farm after class just to giggle and watch him from afar as he cut down the lumber, most of the times while he was shirtless. “Good Lord,” Your friend sighed dreamily as you were watching from the porch drinking lemonade. “You’re so lucky.”

“Aren’t I?” You beam, biting your lip as you see him stand and stretch out to take a break. “Wait right here, I’ll be back.” You say quickly as you refill your glass with lemonade from the pitcher and your friends stifle their giggles as you walk over to the tired, sweaty lumberjack.

It’s ridiculous how the sun glistens off his sweaty muscles, making him glow like a god, and it’s hard to keep your mind focused. “Is that for me?” He asks with a charming grin as you approach him with a blush on your cheeks. You nod slowly, big eyes staring up at him as he thanks you for the lemonade and proceeds to down it. “Lord, that’s delicious. Did you make it?” He asks.

You take the glass back from him, trace the rim with your index finger, and stick it between your lips to suck softly. “I did. I use a little blueberry syrup.” You say with a smile. Logan’s watching that index finger still tracing your bottom lip and he grins, shaking his head lightly.

“You oughta get back to your friends, little lady.” He winks as he picks up his ax again and you bound happily back to your group of girls who squeal as you return and bombard you with questions.

While you know it’s inappropriate, and your father has warned you that Logan’s not to be distracted, you can’t help yourself. It’s so fun to mess around with him, make him flustered with the attention you give him because you know he doesn’t want your father to find out and fire him. You don’t want that either. And while Logan’s too much of a gentleman to come onto you, you’re not a stranger to putting in work to get what you want. The smokehouse will be done soon and he’ll move on to wherever they need him next, so you play on the wonderful trait that is your family’s Southern hospitality.

“Dad, we should invite Logan to eat dinner with us tonight. You know, as a thank you for helping us with the smokehouse.” You bring up one afternoon as you’re helping your mother prepare dinner in the kitchen.

Your dad gives you a look as your mother turns and claps her hands cheerily. “Oh, what a wonderful idea! Let’s do that, dear.” She agrees, wringing her hands on her apron as she starts collecting extra potatoes and tells you to grab an extra plate setting.

You smile sheepishly as your dad grumbles a ‘guess I’ll go invite him then’ and you’re quick to hurry to your bedroom to get ready for dinner. You knew you had been saving that little blue dress for a special occasion, and this was it. The white lace along the sweetheart neckline makes it give you a dainty look and you smooth the tulip sleeves down before stepping back into your brown boots.

Logan’s downstairs sitting at the kitchen table with your dad as your mom’s setting the food down in front of them. You smile sweetly at him as you go to help her, not interrupting their conversation although you notice the look in his eyes when they fall on your mid-thigh length dress. Dinner is as pleasant as it can be, your parents sit next to each other with your dad at the head of the table and you next to your mom. Logan sits on the other side of your dad and you keep sneaking looks at him, biting your lip when he looks at you and turning to your plate shyly, or pretending to be which he to finds amusing.

After dinner, your mom insists that Logan stay the night because it is far too late for him to drive home and your dad agrees. They have you set him up in the guest room with blankets and towels and as you’re fixing up the bed for him, he’s watching at a respectful distance from the other side of the room. “You scared of me, Logan?” You asked with a sweet smile as you stand up straight and clasp your hands in front of you. Logan smirks and shakes his head. “Why’re you so far away? I don’t have cooties.” You tease as you lightly sway in your dress.

“Because I think I know what you’re doin’, darlin’,” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck as he takes in the sight of you so sweet and dainty. “And I don’t wanna get us caught by your father who has kindly invited me into his home.”

You purse your lips in thought, taking a few steps closer to him as he’s leaning against the bureau with an easy smile, unfazed by the way you approach him. “We could sneak into the barn.” You suggest with a playful smile, biting your lip as his nostrils flare and his arms cross over the chest. “No one would hear us or see us. We’d be all alone.” You tried sweetly as you placed a hand on his forearm and Logan shook his head. With a fake, defeated sigh, you shrug. “Okay, well, I’ll be down in the barn all alone if you change your mind.”

Logan grabs your arm as you’re turning to leave and you look up at him, wide eyed and your heart beating fast. “Don’t do this.” He says in a warning tone.

“Do what?” You ask innocently, turning to him as you press your chest into his and you stand on your toes to kiss him. Logan knows he shouldn’t, but it’s so easy for him to give in when you’re moaning against his lips and touching his chest eagerly. His hands find your waist and he holds you tight against him, slipping his tongue into your mouth only to quickly pull away as he hears footsteps before you do.

You only realize he has stepped away from you and towards the bed as the bedroom door opens and your mom’s urging you to hurry up so Logan can get some sleep. You wish Logan a goodnight as you back out of the room, point to your wrist, and hold up ten fingers. Logan winks at you and you close his door.

After you wait for your parents to fall asleep, you sneak out of your room to find Logan doing the same. You grin at each other and he takes you by the hand as he quietly leads you out of the house and to the barn.

Once inside, Logan’s got you pinned up to a load bearing post, kissing you hard as he holds your face in his large hands. You tug and pull on his flannel, moaning as his hard cock is pressing against your lower belly. “Does your daddy know how sneaky his daughter is?” Logan teases after he helps you pull off his flannel and you’re undoing his belt buckle.

“You think this is my first time?” You tease back and a darkness takes over Logan’s eyes before he roughly spins you around and makes you hold onto the wooden post. You grin to yourself as he’s lifting your dress up and he kneels down behind you. Logan gives you a single hard spank and you gasp, your legs tremble lightly, and he does it again making you moan this time. “Oh, Logan,” Another spank and you cry out, “Fuck!”

“Hold on tight to that post, little lady.” He tells you as he rips your lace panties off before he’s burying his face into your warm, wet cunt. You wrap your arms around the load bearing structure, hands clutching to it tightly above you as your head rolls back from the pleasure of his tongue and teeth devouring and torturing your womanhood. His hands have your dress bunched up over the swell of your ass and he’s squeezing your cheeks hard, groaning and mumbling how good you taste into your core. The vibrations make you tremble with want of a release and he can feel it. “Not yet, darlin’,” He says as he stands up behind you suddenly and fishes his cock out of his pants. “Wanna feel that little pussy get me wet.”

Your eyes sting with hot tears as he is ruthless with how he enters you, and you realize that the way you put on your innocent charade, he very well could have put on the gentlemanly act. There’s no way a gentleman could fuck like this, but definitely a lumberjack. Logan has both hands on your hips, guiding you along his hard shaft with ease and your shaking, whimpering as he’s fucking you so languidly, grunting and humming in approval while you’re losing control. “Oh, damn it, Logan!” You cry as your thighs tremble with the force of your orgasm and he only continues, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh of your ass while he’s as still and strong as an oak tree behind you.

“Got the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in.” He growls into your ear, his firm chest pressed against your back as he’s rutting deep into you.

You can feel his cock throb warningly, your fingernails dig into the aged wood of the post you’re desperately clinging to, and you choke on your words making them tumble out between cries and moans, “I - I - uh - I’m not on - any - uh - not inside.” You cry out and he only moves you down onto the barn floor so you’re lying on your back. He’s quick to shove himself right back into your small cunt and he stuffs your mouth with your ripped lace panties, covering your lips with his hand so you can’t spit them out, and he pounds hard into you. He might not be your first, but he wants to corrupt the sweet little farmer’s daughter anyway.

“I’ll get you a pill in the mornin’,” He groans, determined to finish and determined to finish inside your warm, squelching, young pussy. “Feels too good to quit, darlin’.” Logan grunts as his head leans back and he suddenly shooting his load inside you. His chest flexes from the force of his release and you moan at the feeling of being so stuffed by him. Your eyes shut tightly as he swells inside you, milking himself of every drop before he pulls out and drops his forehead to rest against yours.

“You’re an animal.” You tease as he’s kissing your neck and your chest. Your hands caress his head and you rake your fingers through his hair slowly, enjoying the warmth and heft of his body over yours.

Logan laughs, thinking ‘if you only knew,’ before helping you up off the floor and picking loose hay out of your hair. “It’s a good thing we’re in a barn then.”

I am so happy you asked for this one! I enjoyed writing it very much:) Let me know what you think!

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