#why is it almost a perfect right angle

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never not in aw of his side profile

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god i desperately need to level up my art skills so i can draw horny pretty art of zaerellia being giant lesbians

[classyrbf]

THAT D!CK IS A 10/10! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...an analysis on the jjk men’s dicks just because hehe :)

INFO...jjk men x gn!reader, we’re talking about cock and balls a lot (no seriously), cum analysis, where they like to cum, heavy detail (be warned), im trying to make this a little realistic so no, gojo will not have a 12 inch dick (sorry not sorry), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

here’s a little something while I’m being a busy bee and dealing with life (help me)

GOJO

to start off, gojo isn’t too big or isn’t small either, if anything he’s just perfect (cause he is perfect duh). He’s around 3 inches soft and 6.6 inches hard. Listen, as much as I want to make this man have the hugest dick ever, he does not and it’d cause an extreme amount of pain every time he is pounding you. He’s not too girthy either, just the average 4.3. His also slightly curves upward which is perfect for hitting your sweet spot. But he’s super sensitive on the tip! So if you tease him too much there he might just cum prematurely. His balls are definitely a decent size too, they may be on the bigger side a little but he loves to have his balls played with so have fun! When gojo cums, he cums a lot! It literally will go all over the place if he can’t control it correctly. It’s spurts out in waves and it sometimes it’s like torture cause it makes his orgasms last longer but god does it feel so good. His cum is sort of thin and runny instead of thick and goopy with a slight salty taste.

NANAMI

i personally feel like nanami is fucking packing girth wise! He is slightly smaller than gojo around like 5.75-6 inches but he is fucking girthy! It’s like a damn weapon and it’s heavy (I’ll help you carry it around nanami, don’t you worry). His girth is around 5.5-6 inches and it’s veiny! Lord help us all because he knows how to use that thing, hitting all the right angles. From being so girthy his cock slightly hangs…So what comes with a fat cock? Big breeder balls! Duh! His balls are so fat and big it’s like an instinct to suck and lick on them. He leaks a lot of precum when he’s hard so it just drips from his cock until he cums so hard. Speaking of cum, unlike gojo he has more of a thicker consistency, and instead of spurting out all over, it just flows from his cock and it’s looks so pretty like a fountain. It drips all down his cock and balls and onto his hand if he’s jerking himself off. When he’s fucking you, he definitely cums inside and just fucks his cum into you over and over until he makes a big mess.

TOJI

my man, my man, my man! Toji is definitely bigger than nanami and gojo but only by like 1-2 inches. So he’s around 7 inches which is still scary bc why are just walking around with that? He’s definitely girthy too but not like nanami, he’s more girthy around the tip of his cock and it gets slightly smaller towards the base but it’s not a huge difference. He’s tip gets really pink and red when he’s hard that it almost looks painful (don’t worry baby I’m on my way to help) but I promise he’s fine. Dare I say that doesn’t trim that often???? I feel like he has a slightly bush, nothing too crazy but it’s kind of grown out. He doesn’t care (me neither) as long as he gets laid he’s fine. His balls are mix of nanami and gojos but they hang! So when he’s fucking you they definitely slap against your skin. When toji cums it’s pretty normal, it’s sometimes shoots out a little bit and then slows down after, but it’s definitely a good amount of cum that does come out quickly. He loves to see your face or your chest covered in it because he’s a pervy little bastard for sure.

GETO

pretty boy geto hehe…let’s just say that thing curves to the left okay? He’s around 6.5-7 inches and girthy so let’s pray for everyone’s holes cause I don’t think we are making it out alive. He’s somewhere between nanami’s and Toji’s girth so…do what you will with that info. His dick is so pretty though, a pretty dick for a pretty face, the curtains match the drapes yk? He has two prominent veins that run on the underside of his dick where he’s really sensitive. If you look closely you’ll see them pulsing when he’s hard. His tip is also a very pretty pink color while his shaft and base are slightly darker than his skin tone. His balls aren’t too big either so it’s definitely more about his dick. He doesn’t cum a lot either surprisingly, he’s never been the cum everywhere and get super messy type of person but if hasnt had sex or jerked off it’ll be more than usual.

CHOSO

choso is closer to nanamis size, maybe a little smaller but not a huge difference. His is pretty average but there is nothing wrong with that (can I get free ride???). Just like geto he also has a very pink tip and his shaft is the same color as his skin. His girth is around Gojo’s but he has some big balls that are just asking to licked and sucked fr. Baby boy gets so whiny when he’s hard and leaking that he’s almost embarrassed by it, he tries to control it but he literally can’t stop getting so hard to point it drives him insane. His cum is stringy and thick, like the perfect consistency for cumming on your face, chest, ass, literally anywhere. He cums a normal amount, usually spurts out super quickly and then slows down towards the end of his orgasm.

SUKUNA

where do I even begin??? Clearly, this mf is the biggest out of all of them. He’s scary asf because he has two, yes, two dicks that are practically identical. 8-9 inches long, 4.7 girth. End my life. THIS MF GOT 4 LEGS. It’s actually cruel. They’re thicker towards the base and gradually get narrow towards the tip. So at first, the stretch doesn’t seem that bad until you realize you got about 7 inches more to go…yeah. His cocks are darker than the rest of his body and his tips are sort of like a light pink/tan color. The only difference between his cocks is that one is super veiny and the other quite literally has like 3 veins. Fat breeder balls that hang, swing, touch the floor (I’m jk) but literally the mix of toji and nanamis balls. They hold so much cum, he can literally go round for round back to back and fill up every hole of yours without taking a break. And he cums so much that it’s actually concerning. Like nanami, its overflows maybe once in a while it will shoot out.

HIGURUMA

believe it or not I think this man is packing at least 7-8 inches. It may not look like it but I think he does! He never brags about it either so it’s really hard to guess. When he’s hard his dick touches his belly button…and his balls are somewhere between Geto’s and Gojo’s size so they’re kinda average. The color is slightly tan maybe like one shade darker and he has a pale pink tip. Did I mention he has a fat tip?? It seems like it gets even bigger when he’s hard, all swollen and everything. His girth is pretty average too like Gojo’s maybe slightly bigger like 4.5 but that’s it. Higuruma doesn’t cum that much it like toji where it’s a pretty normal amount. His cum isn’t super white either, it’s kind of on the clear side and super stringy which is perfect for cumming on your tongue imo

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Time-in

Kinich is not the most humble guy when it comes to setting hours to Ajaw's timeout and Ajaw hates it to the core. He hates it so much that he counts every single second until he can leave that stupid place and Kinich knows it, which is why he almost always prepares to have the pixelated dinosaur flying around him, screaming how reliefed he is to be out again... but not when he's fucking you.

Kinich is raw. He'll fuck you for hours in many kind of positions until he's made sure that your are full of him without emiting a single, clear moan. It's all whispers of praise and hums done inside his throat. It's not because he doesn't enjoy that kind of activity, he actually enjoys it like you're gonna die tomorrow, after all, he even manages to lose track of time, no matter how perfect he is with timing.

"Ahhh!!! Feels so good to be out aga-" Little Ajaw suddenly popped out from Kinich's back very excited to be out, but before he could start doing little 'celebration' dance where he’d just twerk his buttocks around, the scene and sounds below him made his whole tiny body freeze, to a point where half his forehead was blue due to the shock.

"A-Ajaw..?!" You moaned his name out in despair, using all the strength you had left to try angling your intimate body parts away from Ajaw's big eyes, but you can’t ‘un-view’ things unfortunately.

Kinich didn't even realize Ajaw's presence at first, so he got confused when you said that and turned to his back him right away, already ready to act tough on the poor dinosaur who was witnessing raw human breeding.

"Leave." Kinich scolded him with an annoyed voice tone, trying to censor your body from him by hugging you closer to his chest, but not a single muscle of his face moved as he did so, neither did he stop thrusting your swollen cunt, going back at staring at your pathetic sex face as soon as he was done ordering the pixel around.

Ajaw's jaw trembled some times, probably trying to find something to respond, but the view he was witnessing of his servant’s dick being so roughly inserted in such an angelic and modest woman like you to a point where you were all naked and broken into a hungry slut with sweaty hair, a creampie in your belly and so many marks of bites, hickeys and handprints all over you done by Kinich, was making him so uncomfortable that he just flew back to his timeout zone. Yes, he went to timeout on his own just because he was that uncomfortable. Just the fact that his servant knew what sex in the first place bothered him! You and Kinich seemed so modest talking to each other that in his eyes you two would never be able to do such carnal activity, especially a kinky one.

"K-Kinich! S-Slow down-! I-I just came, please!"

Were the last words he heard from Tevyat before he was back to his little pixelated jungle realm.

Silly little thought about Kinich before I finish my actual next post 😋

[kissingmilfs]

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the sheets rustled as sevika groaned herself awake. she awoke in a cold sweat that made every piece of fabric cling on any patch of skin it could find. sevika has never awoken from such a disgustingly, filthy dream. but the longer she’s awake the further the dream slips away from her. the last affects of the sex dream remain though. her clit achingly throbs like a second heart. somehow throughout the night you had rolled into sevika’s chest and tucked your leg between hers.

sevika didn’t necessarily want to wake you for the sole purpose of getting off. but if she rolls her hips right—maybe she can get enough friction to come without rousing you. sevika’s arm secures itself tighter around your back. your breathing remains steady. sevika gradually shifts and rotates her hips until she’s positioned her pussy on the apex of your thigh.

burying her nose in the messiness of your bed hair—sevika takes a deep sniff. you smell like hers. cautiously sevika drags her hips tentatively across your thigh. she holds her breath—not knowing if you’ll wake. but you remain still. such a perfect little doll, sevika thinks. the metallic fingers of sevika’s prosthetic angles your thigh even more against her cunt. the pressure is almost enough. her hips heavily grind down again. no, that’s not it. it felt better dragging herself the length of your thigh. she opts to try that method again.

sevika’s body produces more of a sweat from her attempts to get off. it’s starting to frustrate her. but she needs you. sevika knows she cannot simply roll over and rub one out. her body craves you. sevika feels the beginning of an idea sparking. she carefully rolls you on your back, brushing some hair out of your face. her fingers pause mid stroke when you mumble. but nothing more happens.

humming to herself in contentment, sevika diligently parts your legs wider before kneeling between them. tonight is one of those nights sevika’s fucking grateful you sleep without underwear. she cannot even fathom why she argued over something as banal as this. her mouth waters at the sight of your pussy in the moonlight. blinking away the distraction, sevika wiggled her boxers off her hips. she sits down quickly to tugs them off and toss them somewhere.

sevika returns to her former position kneeled between your spread thighs. her hands soothingly run up the soft skin of your thighs. marveling at how remarkable still you are in your sleep. if sevika’s clit wasn’t so distracting the woman would take the time to get you properly ready. but she’ll have to make do.

shifting on her knees sevika widens them enough where she can easily reach her own cunt. her fingers thickly skim down her folds and she hisses at how sensitive she is. sevika isn’t thrown too off guard with the sheer amount of mess coating her fingers. she felt it when she peeled off her boxers. her fingers shine in the dim light graciously afforded by the moonlight through the sheer curtains. sevika didn’t even really need to prep you. her own wetness would be enough. but she cannot resist. sevika crotches forward. one hand, her metal one, sinks into the mattress while the other slowly drags her soaked fingers up the length of your pussy. she all but trembles with the sinful action. and the only reaction that comes from you is tiny whine. it’s not even enough to convince sevika your sleep conscious mind registered the sensation.

regardless sevika eagerly plunges her own fingers back into her overly sensitive cunt and only pumps them in briefly. she gathers, scoop one might say, a generous amount of her own slick once again. it’s far more than the first time. sevika’s fingers return to your pussy. it takes a few passes through your folds and over your hole for all of sevika’s mess to transfer. your legs only twitched once.

sevika hums her satisfaction. “you’re so perfect, baby.” she utters softly. “and i’m so sorry…but i have to. i need to.”

she positions her body opposite yours. her left leg slotted over your right. sevika’s fingers curl into the sheets as she wills her body to stop fucking trembling. sevika feels desperate. insatiable. her senses have never driven her to such extremes. never once awoken from a dream and sweating out the fever of a lost orgasm. she wishes desperately her fingers would work. but after years owning your heart, body and soul—sevika can never take herself there alone.

and it’s exactly why she’s angled her cunt parallel to yours. sevika knows within minutes of sensually grinding her pussy against yours she’ll be released from this agony. she holds back the groan of approval housed in the depths of her throat. you’re warm and still covered with sevika’s juices. and it seems her few passes made you wet on your own.

“my needy girl…” sevika whispers out as she finally begins moving her hips.

it’s not entirely the easiest orgasm. usually sevika can hold your hand or thigh for leverage. or position your legs wider or higher. but sevika can make do. especially when each brush over her swollen clit against yours sends a heated spark in sevika’s stomach. she can feel herself dripping out and making a mess of you. her hand eventually circles your thigh—bending your leg. and it works. sevika’s strength can easily hold this position. it gives her more breadth and her clit freely glides against yours.

sevika’s body builds up the familiar sensations of her orgasm. her toes curl and uncurl. the muscles in her abdomen almost hurt from coiled tension. then she hears your tiny whimpers. sevika’s ears cannot differentiate if it’s whimpers of pleasure or if you’re slowly waking.

“sev?” sevika for sure knows you’re awake. your voice is faint and whiney and she could almost miss it. sevika cannot fully see your face but she knows you’re sporting that confused pout. the one where your lips are so damn kissable and your eyebrows bunch in light whisper.

her hips don’t come to a full stop. sevika cannot bring herself to. “shh…it’s okay, baby. i’m almost done. i promise. i’m so close.”

your body barely registered sevika’s actions at first. you were waking up from a warm dream. a warm and tingly dream. your body had never felt so relaxed. you called out sevika’s name only because you hadn’t waken in her arms. it is only after sevika coos at you did the realization set in.

“mm..sev…” you whine out again. not in distress but because now you’re inappropriately horny. it is clear your body did not receive any release.

“i know, doll. i know. let me handle it, baby. i’ll make you feel good. i promise.”

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Thinking about PHAINON’S cock being almost 7 inches, though its long enough for the head of his cock to reach your cervix. He definitely has the prettiest cock out of all of men. Its really pale and has a—lot of veins around it. Phainon is literally the best at fucking—you with his cock. His cock was just so pleasurable. A faint dusting of pale hair sits above the base of his cock, neatly trimmed and well-kept, adding to his effortless appeal. It's soft to the touch, smooth against your skin, just like everything about him—controlled, refined, and devastatingly perfect.

And then there's the way he fucks you. Not just with skill, but with purpose. Like he knows exactly how deep he needs to be, how slow or rough to take you apart. His cock stretches you in a way that borders on overwhelming, the thick veins pressing into your walls, the head of it brushing your cervix with every deliberate thrust. It's not just pleasure—it's possession, the way he claims every inch of you without a single word.

His breaths are heavy, low grunts escaping his lips when he feels you tighten around him. He watches you, eyes sharp, taking in the way you shudder, the way your body reacts to him alone. He knows no one else could fuck you like this, no one else could ruin you in a way that still feels so reverent. It's not just about taking—it's about making sure you know he's the only one who ever could.

Thinking about MYDEI’S cock It's the biggest one-thick, heavy, and a full nine inches of sheer, overwhelming size. There's nothing refined about it, nothing delicate. Just raw power, veined and flushed, built to stretch and ruin. His cock sits heavy between his legs, a perfect reflection of him—unapologetic, dominant, untamed. His pubic hair is just as unruly, untouched, dark curls framing his length. He doesn't shave, doesn't brush it down, because why would he? He's not the type to care about pretty appearances. He's the type to take, to claim, to make sure you remember exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him.

And when he's inside you gods, it's too much. The stretch is instant, a sharp, unbearable fullness that has you gasping before he even moves. He knows it, too. He watches the way your body struggles to take him, the way you twitch and tighten, barely able to handle his size. It's intoxicating to him, the way you clench around him like you were made for him, like no one else could ever compare.

His pace is merciless, rough and deep, slamming into you until all you can do is take it. Every thrust forces his cock against your cervix, dragging a mixture of pain and pleasure so intense it leaves you trembling. He doesn't stop-he never stops until you're shaking, until you're completely lost in him, until he's sure you'll never forget that he was here, that he's the only one who could ever fuck you like this. Because Mydei doesn't just want to pleasure you. He wants to own you.

Thinking about ANAXA’S cock It's not the biggest, not the thickest, but gods, does he know how to use it. Five inches of pure, aching need, pale and flushed at the tip, standing proudly against his smooth skin. There's no pubic hair—whether it's natural or something he takes care of, it's impossible to tell, but it only adds to the softness of him. He looks almost delicate like this, like something meant to be worshiped. But that's the trick, isn't it? Anaxa isn't just delicate. He's dangerous in the way he holds himself back, in the way his soft-spoken nature masks something deeper, something utterly consuming.

Because when he's inside you, it doesn't matter that he's not the biggest. He makes it feel like he is. He fucks like he has something to prove-slow at first, teasing, watching your every reaction like he's memorizing the way you fall apart for him. Then he picks up, hips snapping forward, angling himself just right so every thrust hits exactly where you need it. He's precise, controlled, relentless in his focus on your pleasure.

His breath hitches when he feels you clench around him, his hands tightening on your hips, keeping you in place. There's something desperate in the way he moves, like he needs you to understand that size never mattered-only this, only him, only the way he can make you shake with nothing but his cock and the sheer intensity of his devotion. Because Anaxa doesn't fuck to claim. He fucks to worship.

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i have this little thought bouncing around in my head! single father simon. (a drabble)

*shrug*

simon ends up with his daughter winnie after her mother abandons her at his doorstep. he was the father, it was his turn to take care of her. simon could handle warfare, he could handle guns and sweat and metal. he could handle blood and bruises.

but a fussy newborn was a little too much for him.

enter you, it was your summer off from university and you were making extra money by babysitting for parents who couldn't afford weeks of posh summer camps. it was decent work and you were pretty good with them! so being concerned for your neighbour, simon's well being, you offered to watch winnie.

simon very well fell in love with you the moment you took the baby girl into you arms. winnie instantly got settled into your grasp, almost like you were her mother.

"what a lovely baby girl." you cooed, you looked at her with such affection already. you looked at simon and smiled, "she looks too cute to be yours." a playful jab.

you watched winnie while simon was at work. you didn't know what he did for work, but you tried not to ask too many questions. all you knew was that the checks didn't bounce when you cashed them.

but being with winnie for so many days had gossip go through the apartment building. you had a baby with simon? why were you in two separate apartments? where did the lovely newborn sleep? she SHOULD be sleeping with her mother (you).

when you tried to correct them, simon always said, "ah don't worry. we'll be havin' our own place soon enough!" his large hand snaked around your waist.

you just looked down at winnie who was sound asleep in her stroller. she couldn't care less who her mommy and daddy were. it wouldn't be hard to be the mother she'd otherwise be without, right?

that was the angle that simon too.

you'd make the most perfect mrs. riley. you were already taking care of winnie, but also him when he came home. you shouldn't be the nanny, you should be winnie's mama.

"she really loves you." simon remarked when you went with him to the pool.

you were in a one piece swim suit and you were making sure that the baby was out of the sun and had sunscreen on. you didn't want her to get sick or burned.

currently she was resting on your chest while you were in the shade. in your free hand you had a book in it and the other was on winnie's back. you said, "i don't know what you're talking about." as if you hadn't heard the comments from the little old ladies about how sweet you two looked.

"look like a real mama."

you looked to him and raised your eyebrows, "i thought i was the babysitter, mister riley."

simon placed a hand on your thigh then rubbed up and down, "nah."

it didn't take long for you and simon to get intimate. he asked you to stay because winnie had been having trouble sleeping. you two shared a glass of wine and then you found yourself face first into simon's bed. the scent of him filled your head as he fucked you into the comfortable mattress.

he loved the sound of your pussy as he fucked you without much abandon. the thickness on your hips would only grow once he made sure his next child was inside of you. you'd be such a good mama, unlike that previous bitch who left him.

maybe there was a good reason why she left him.

cum clung to the fuzz on your pussy lips and was a bitch to clean in the shower come morning.

he woke you up and said, "she needs her mama. she gettin' fussy, doll." then watched you stumble around to find clothes to wear while you checked on winnie as if the little girl was your own. his hand was wrapped around his cock. he wondered how many more times he could finish in you before you stumbled back to your apartment.

the answer was four.

it wouldn't be easy carrying for a sprouting little baby plus the baby boy you were currently pregnant with. you've put school off for a little while and moved in with simon, your due date was in the middle of the semester. now you were trying to figure out what food was good for a teething winnie while also trying to manage the riley son that was occupying your womb.

you were making dinner for your growing family with a cute little maternity dress of. simon was at the table with winnie. he knew that one day he'd have to tell her that you weren't her actual mama. but you were raising her and her little brother too.

"see there's mama." simon said in that grumbled voice of his, pointing in your direction.

you didn't imagine that you would've ended up as a stay-at-home mother to two children who were than a year apart. but as you felt the shift of your 'second' baby inside of you, you smiled.

you heard winnie make a little noise to get your attention. you checked on the pot of sauce on the stove before you turned away to check on your little girl.

[nanaslutt]

PLEASE write more of geto being a perv🙏🙏

“pt.1” here

Geto x reader, in showing you how sorry he is for being a creep<3

perv!geto is my obsession atm

contains: fem reader, non consensual photography (reader is kinda ok w it), pervy roomate!geto, crack, gojo makes an appearance, talk of gojo wanting reader, sexual tension, cunnilingus, masturbation(geto), degradation, soooooooo much dirty talk, sweet!geto at the end<3

MDNI

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About a week ago you were watching a scary movie with geto on your laptop, drinks placed on the table next to it; dumbly.

So of course when the scariest jump scare you’ve ever seen in your life occurred, your legs jerked into the glass of liquid, spilling it all over your laptop and absolutely ruining it.

“God- Fuck! Noooo! nonono!” you shot up to grab a blanket, pillow, anything, to soak up the liquid, “TAKE YOUR SHIRT OF NOW,” you yelled in a panic to your dark haired roommate, who; you noticed throughout this entire excursion had barely moved a muscle to help, besides the muscles used to laugh at you.

“Babe I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that shit is beyond saving,” he laughed, placing his hand over his chest while he did.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I use my laptop every single, and day I absolutely cannot afford to buy a new one right now.” you placed your head in your hands in defeat.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” geto said, at the end of his fit of giggles at your expense.

“Yeah right, ur broke as shit too, that’s why we’re living together.” you said, muffled into your legs as your body had now fully collapsed in on itself.

“Yeah ur right, but that kinda hurts my feelings,” he said, smirk showing through his faux pout, “thought you liked livin’ with me,”

The two of you bickered back and forth for a while. You ended up putting the laptop in a bag of rice; to no avail, it was completely ruined.

Geto had been nice enough to let you use his laptop in the meantime; only when he was with you though, which you found slightly weird but at least you had access to it to some degree.

Right now you had the house to yourself though. Satoru had picked him up half and hour ago, saying something about wanting to try some new coffee shop with word famous sweets; that meant you had free range of his laptop.

You knew how to clear search history, so you would be fine. You just wanted to watch a movie anyways, nothing criminal.

Sneaking into his room, you unplugged the silver electronic, sliding it under your arm as you took it back to your room. Placing the laptop on your bed and getting comfortable against your pillows, you cracked it open, You had accidentally seen him type in his password before, so getting in was no problem.

What was a problem is what was on the screen when the laptop came to life. An entire folder of up skirt panty shots; and not just anyone’s panty shots; they were yours.

Scrolling through the decently filled folder, you noticed ones that dated back months ago. You saw a picture of you laying on your bed, head in your hands while you kicked your feet behind you; the short skirt you were wearing gave geto the perfect view of your unobstructed ass, slight pink peaking between your cheeks.

Other too, you doing more mundane things like sitting on your knees on the barstool you had in the house, poking out your ass, once again giving that dark haired pervert the perfect shot of your clothed mound.

You were almost impressed at how many there were, and how make different angles he was able to get without your knowledge.

Trying to wrap your head around the idea that yes, your sweet roommate who has never attempted to come onto you once, had a secret folder filled with lewd photos of you.

Saving the file, you sent it to yourself. Once you heard the chime on your phone you quickly copied the link, and sent it to the culprit himself, no other message attached to it but the folder alone.

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“Ummm ooh, I’ll also get the triple chocolate cream filled crepe cake please! What do you want suguru?” gojo chirped.

Geto started at him with disbelief, he had just ordered 5 full size deserts with the longest name he’d ever heard; all sounding like a stomach ache and a half; and they were all for himself.

“Right..uh, i’ll just get the vanilla scone and a black coffee please.” Geto politely spoke to the man taking his order.

Gojo continued conversing with the cashier, finishing up ordering any last minute items and paying.

Geto felt his phone buzz in his pants, checking it quickly while gojo finished up the interaction; both of them starting to walk to booth in the corner of the cafe.

Suguru’s heart sank to his balls when he opened your message. He knew you were mad too, because you didn’t say anything else other than a link to his private folder of your panty shots. “Fuuuuuuuuuck haha,” geto laughed, hand coming up to cover his smirk as they slid into the booth.

“Huh? let me see, what happened?” Gojo nosed, trying to peek over the table at geto’s phone when he noticed it was the source of his distress.

“I might have to sleep at your house tonight, maybe for the rest of my life I don’t know.” he said, hand dropping back into his lap as he shut his phone off.

“Did you forget to do your dishes or somethin’?” he asked, knowing how angry you got at Geto when he didn’t pick up after himself.

“Yeah maybe, or maybe my roommate just found the upskirt pics i’ve been taking of them for the past couple months.” he giggled, slight remorse in the back of his head. Not from doing it, but from being caught.

Gojo’s jaw dropped, covering his own mouth as he let out a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha oh man, you really are fucked.” the blonde slapped his own knee, “I’ll let you co-sign my lease tonight,” he said, scared that if suguru went home, he might actually get murdered.

Geto kicked satoru’s shin underneath the table, making him wince. Their giggles died down at geto’s misfortune after awhile. “So..” gojo started, “Yer’ gunna let me see the pics right?” he asked, “Already hurt you didn’t tell me about this,” he pouted,

“In your fucking dreams satoru,” geto snorted. He already saw the way gojo looked at you when he was over, always making passes at you and touching you any chance he got.

He would be damned if his bestfriend got his hands on you before he did. “WHAT???” gojo yelled a little too loud for the tiny space they were in, resulting in him getting shushed by geto, “pleaseeeee, I know how good you are at taking pictures I bet they’re soooo gooood.” gojo wined, crossing his arms on the table and laying his head against them.

“Keep dreaming satoru.” he laughed. The whine haired man kept his pouting up for awhile, calling Geto selfish and unfair, his sorrow immediately being forgot about when the massive tray of his deserts finally came out.

——

When you heard the front door to your shared apartment finally crack open open a couple hours later, you were in your bedroom.

His laptop had been tucked away in your bedside table in confiscation, while you awaited with a racing heart, for him to knock on your bedroom door.

You heard him place his keys on the table through the thin walls, then you hear his heavy footsteps as he starts to make his way to your room.

The air was still when the footsteps came to a stop in front of your door. You were feeling a lot less confident than you were before he got here, now the thought of confronting him made your mouth feel dry; heart beating out of your chest.

Finally, the knocks were being rapped on your door, you swear you died for a second when you heard his familiar voice call your name, followed by him asking politely if he could come in.

"Its open," you yelled back. When the wooden door creaked open and his frame came into view, you had to fight off all the neurons in your brain telling you to look away from his hooded eyes.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut through with a knife. You had no idea why, but the current situation was admittedly arousing.

You stayed silent for a while, just staring at each other, neither one of you daring to break eye contact first, "So? What do you have to say for yourself?" you asked, voice coming out a lot less confident than you wanted.

"Im sorry." he replied, swallowing thickly, quickly sucking his lip into his mouth to wet it.

"You're sorry for what?" you asked clarifying, This wasn't going how you expected.

"I'm sorry for being a pervert and taking panty pics of my roommate." He said, taking a couple steps towards where you were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Are you really sorry?" You asked, voice full of need, as you did your best to supress it, trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

"So sorry" he answered, having made his way inches away from you, eye contact still not being broken. You both noticed how heavily you were breathing, his eyes flitting down to your lips for a second before he sucked his lip into his mouth again, and letting it slide out, dark eyes meeting yours again.

The only thing you heard was your heart beat loudly in your ears as you spoke your next words, "Show me how sorry you are."

----

"Mm so fucking sorry," geto's voice vibrated against your clit.

"F-fuck ohmygod," You moaned at the feeling of him wrapping his lips around the bud, tongue peeking through to flick at it.

"A-again-" you whined,

"'M sorry," he groaned, staring up at you with a smirk as he released your clit, flattening his tongue over the sensitive bud.

You were laid back, ass placed at the end of the bed, Geto was sitting back on his heels as he perched himself on the floor between your thighs, hand rapidly stoking over his throbbing cock.

"W-wipe that sm-ile off your face" you wined, trying to keep the little hold you had over geto.

He didnt stop smiling, but you could'nt tell when he burried his tongue inside your pussy, pressing his face hard into your wetness and shaking his head. His pointed nose rubbed your clit in the most delicious way when he did that.

"S-so fucking dirty" you chastised at how sloppily he was eating your cunt. He was trying to fuck his apology into your pussy with his tongue, really trying to prove how sorry he was.

Loud slurping noises bouncing off the walls and going straight to your head; and to his cock; making you both dizzy at the situation.

"Sorry I'm so nasty," he groaned, muffled by your folds as he tongue fucked you like his life depended on it.

Quickening the pace of his hand against his cock, he was squeezing it the same way your walls squeezed his tongue, trying to mimic the feeling. Pre was dripping steadily from his cock and onto the floor, leaving a little puddle there.

Geto was getting off on this so hard.

Every time you squeezed your thighs around his head and degraded him, his abs clenched, balls tightening with the need to blow his load.

"O-only thing youre good for is eating my pussy, f-fuck" you said meanly with a whimper, eyes dropping down to his handsome face and seeing how fucked out he looked from your words, as he nodded his head and moaned into you, agreeing with you.

He needed to you keep talking to him like that, to keep humping his face, suffocating him, treating him like a bitch, he needed it.

"Use me-" he cut himself off as he moved his mouth back up to your clit, making out with the little bud messily, "wanna show you how sorry I am." he drunkenly smiled at you.

You gripped his hair in a makeshift bun, rolling your hips against his face as he stuck his tongue out for you to get yoruself off on.

Groans of "mhm mhmm" could be heard from Geto between your legs, pumping his cock impossibly faster feeling your wetness gush out of you from his minstrations.

"Ohmygod feels so good- shit-" You wined, tipping your head back, feeling your orgasm build quicky as you rubbed against his tongue just right.

His chin was absolutely covered in your slick, pretty eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself get pushed towards the edge as well, abandoning his hand keeping your thigh spread to join his other between his legs. He massaged his balls between his fingers, increasing the pleasure he felt while you worked towards your end together.

"Fuck t-tell me your sorry again," you whimpered out, teetering on the edge of your orgasm, "Sorry" his deep voice immediately groaned out, cock throbbing when you yanked on his hair.

"Ag-ain" your moans broke up your speech,

"Sorry, m' sorry, sorry-" He kept babbling against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.

You were feeling hotter at the strange power dynamic going on, using that to your advantage as he kept mumbling the word into you, sending you straight into the most mindblowing orgasm of your life.

"Coming f-uck fuck f-" your voice getting cut off as your stomach started contracting and jerking, you rode your high out on his tongue while he groaned a lengthy moan into you.

Behind where your vision was blocked by the bed, Geto was cumming all over his hand and the bottom of your comforter.

Geto's eyes repeatedly rolled back in his head, hand massaging his cum out of his balls as he stroked himself roughly through his orgasm.

Finally being able to breathe when you loosened your legs from their hold on his neck, dropping your hands from his hair as you laid back on the sheets. Geto's hands wet with his seed came up to massage your thighs, his head rasing from between them.

You both took a second to breathe heavily into the open air, your cunt as his cock alike twitching in the aftershocks of your orgasms.

You felt his hold on you cease for a moment, a couple seconds later something was bouncing heavily next to your head. When you turned your head you were faced with a brand new, rose gold laptop, still in its packaging.

You looked back up at geto, who was now standing, running one of his damp hands through his hair, "If me eating your pussy didnt prove how sorry I am, I hope this will." He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Fuck, Geto are you serious?" you beamed, picking your limp body up from the sheets and holding the package in your hands, he smiled at you fondly, watching you tear it open like a kid on Christmas.

Peeling the plastic from the cardboard you spoke, "Still making you delete all those photos by the way," resulting in him tipping his head back in a loud groan of defeat.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

slow down | n. seishiro

✮ tags ; gn + afab!reader, fwb to lovers, implied dom reader, switching for the first time (kinda), unprotected sex, backshots, explicit smut, love confessions in the middle of sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.8k

✮ a/n ; im not taking questions at this time don't ask me anything. title from chase atlantic. dont say a word to me.

✮ synopsis ; when you ask him to fuck the sad out of you, nagi mostly does it because it's you.

but maybe it's worth doing again, if it makes you whine so pretty.

Something clicks.

It's weird. Nagi doesn't totally get why it happens now of all times. Figuring out he loves you mid-thrust seems silly, even for him.

It's not like this is the first time Nagi has ever had sex with you. He decided to fulfill your request of asking him to put in a little work while you hung out on shared day off.

He's used to the routine of you coming over to use him, more or less. He doesn't mind it at least. He doesn't think too deeply about it in general. Once you propositioned him to be your regular hook-up, Nagi couldn't find it in himself to voice a complaint.

Sex with you feels good, probably because being around you has always felt nice. You pamper him a little like Reo does, but you're... different, somehow. Nagi can't completely explain it. You have a different feeling to you like all of the ways you spoil him to you sort of come easy.

You said once that you like that you know what to expect with Nagi. It was easy not to hope or want for anything other than what you got.

He isn't sure why he's remembering all of this now. It's not the time. You're holding onto his pillow, muffling moans into it while you fuck yourself back on his dick and there are at least five things he should probably be more concerned with than what he's thinking about right now.

Maybe it's the same, really. He's still thinking of you. On the other hand that's all he ever does.

Nagi watches you, suddenly mesmerized by the view. He's not usually fucking you from this angle, but he can tell he's feeling you a lot deeper. The sex he's used to having is lazy and 'intimate' as you put it, too much for a hook-up. You're usually under his weight, or in his lap, or on your belly while he curls over you. You're usually the one controlling the pace, and if he is thrusting at all - he's usually doing it with his head totally empty. Chasing the pleasure with a mindlessness that feels comfortable. Cock heavy with need, thrusting into you - warm and wet, perfect around him.

The sex you have with Nagi is good, but above all it's comfortable. You come expecting him to get hard and do what you ask - which is easy.

This is not that.

But it's good. Maybe better. At the very least, new in a way he wants to explore.

You weren't even supposed to be having sex. Though that's usually the case - you'd told him before coming over that you weren't feeling quite up to it. You asked if it'd be okay if all you did was cuddle and of course it was.

Not wanting to have sex is one thing, but it was the abrupt difference in your mood that prompted his concern. You're usually upbeat and chatty - like to talk to his ear off even if he's not totally listening.

So it's weird when you crawl into his bed silent and almost moody, it's so obvious even Nagi can tell. And it worries him as is, but it worries him most when you get worked up enough to cry in front of him after he asks you what's wrong.

He's not usually good with stuff like that, so he uses the advice so he falls back on what he's used to. Asking if there's anything he can do.

You made a joke, between a sniffle. You could fuck the sadness out of me, I guess.

You weren't serious. But Nagi thought, well he could do that much. It doesn't bother him, since it's you and he has a day off. And it feels off to see you cry, so if he can get you stop - that'd be good.

Sex is different when Nagi is the one putting the work in. This is the delayed realization. He's never really thought about doing it - since the sex you have already is really good. He doesn't see the point in fixing what's not broken.

He likes it like this, he thinks. Even kissing you. It's fun, somehow. He's never seen you act like this before. Whining, sighing - something almost pitiful to you. You're expecting him to give up from what he can tell, at least from all the times you pull away from him—glassy eyed and giggly, asking if he's had his fun yet.

And honestly, Nagi is expecting it of himself too. He's done his job in making you feel better.

He's sort of surprised at how much he wants to keep going.

It feels good though. Euphoric. A sense of ego, he supposes. It feels good to know what he can do to you if he wants too, at any time.

He looks down at the evidence it and almost feels content.

You fuck yourself back onto him the second he moves and it makes him click his teeth just a bit. It bothers him somehow, in this specific instance. His hands find the soft flesh pudge of your hips and he thinks about how good you feel between his fingers as he holds you in place hard.

You wiggle yourself back against him desperately and in unconscious retaliation he pulls out completely. Your pussy gapes open at his absence - the first time he's ever seen inside. Swollen and sticky, fluttering as his thick cock lays against your cunt. Crystalline threads of pre-cum and arousal stick and cling to you both. Your pussy is glistening pretty under the low-lights, viscous threads of his own pre sticking against the hair of your pussy. Cock red, tip ruddy and throbbing.

Nagi rubs against you tentatively. Pleasure guides him, his hips finding the right angle to thrust against you but not quite inside. He can hear the moan you bite into the pillow and feels a strange sense of contentment mix with vague annoyance. It'd be better if he heard you loud and clear.

"Nagi-kun," You breathe out. It's the first time he's heard you say his name like that.

Something inside him jolts. It's the same realization he had before. He should tell you before it slips away.

"Again."

A pause. Nagi ruts his hips, forcing it out of you. "Nagi-kun."

"That's it," He mumbles, to himself. "I like that."

You make another garbled noise - force your hips back up and Nagi pulls away again, not on purpose. Somehow, he doesn't feel like giving you what you want quite yet. You do this, back and forth until you whimper, head turned over your shoulders.

"Why aren't you fucking me?" You whine, words filtered through thick tears, voice riddled with frustration. "Fuck me, already."

"Mm,"

Nagi doesn't want to make you beg. But he likes this feeling - whatever it is. How you act when he holds you in his palm. Doesn't want to make you small. Rather, you are like this. Cute. Makes him want to see everything else you could do in reply to him. Even if it means you might nip at him, somehow - if it's you, it wouldn't be bad. He rubs his cock again against your swollen cunt, sliding it between your thighs too for good measure. Gripping your hips even harder he fucks inbetween them with a sigh - head of his cock catching on your clit.

You keep moaning his name when he makes you feel good. The harder he goes, the more he smacks his his hips against your ass - not quite relieving the pressure in your gut you just keep crying out for him. It's nice to hear. That's all it is, really.

"Not my thighs," You whine. Nagi takes a breath, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Where?"

You make a noise, looking over at him from your shoulder - scandalized. "Are you serious?"

He doesn't reply or react, just keeps still. You groan.

"Fuck my pussy," You say, wincing at your own voice. "Want your dick inside me."

"Call me Seishiro,"

You blink absently, another desperate cry "Seishiro-kun," You breathe, soft and gentle and sincere. Cute. "Fuck me. Please?"

He nods. Doesn't say anything in reply - just grabs your hips and leans forward - a hand next to your head. Keep himself steady, and keep you upright.

Raw dick slick from sliding against your sex, tip heavy with pre-cum - Nagi stuffs his cock inside you in one go. Your pussy stretches around him with ease, accommodates his ridiculous length like it's done it time and again. He's felt it before, felt you before - but it's the first time he's really noticing just how much effort it must put in to do it. Somehow, he finds that endearing too.

His cock, thick and heavy and wanting - aches as he bottoms out. Sticky heat swallows him whole, his waist melting against your own and making him weak. It always feels good, but it never feels this good. Never feels good enough that he makes a noise any louder than a breath.

But he moans this time - shivers as his fingers sink into the plush of your hips and he grinds the tip of your cock against the very edge of your cervix. Your knees go weak underneath him, you'd buckle if he wasn't there to hold you upright.

Another wave of arousal spills around the girth of his cock, and you squeeze down on him tight. Oh. You like that. He does it again, mindlessly. You grow wetter, more desperate. All pulsing waves of heat and desire, Nagi can feel your legs tense as you get stimulated from the inside.

"Keep your hips up," Is all he says as he lets go, moving his hand around your waist until his fingers brush your clit. You gasp.

"Seishi—hicc,"

Words lost, Nagi rubs a circle into the throbbing bundle of nerves. Twitchy, restless under his fingers - he's practiced in this. Good with his hands, he starts slow until he finds a place it gets easy for him to do without putting any tension on the rest of him.

You're shaking before him. Nagi places an absent kiss on your shoulder blade. You keep half-way saying his name, stumbling on the syllables and sounds when he makes you feel good.

"Fuck," You're falling apart. He can hear it. "Quit touchin' me like that. I'll cum."

"Then cum,"

"I don't want to cum like this,"

"Then how?" He says. A delayed sense of understanding. "Oh, you want to cum on my cock?"

You clench down on him hard. Huh.

"That's it? Is that why you won't cum?"

"Sei-kun," You're so whiny like this. "You're being extremely unfair today."

"Am I? Sorry." He isn't sure if he means that. "Is that what you meant? You want to cum while I fuck you,"

You frown, voice barely above a whisper. "...Yeah. So quit it already,"

Nagi pulls out and you breathe a sigh of relief before he slams right back in. You almost scream, mouth fallen open. "Just tell me next time. It's fine."

Again. Your words die as soon as he moves. This was the right pace. The right everything. He can tell because your pussy keeps fluttering around him, slick walls trembling so violently each time he slides in and out. Gripping onto the hard length of his cock like you don't want him to pull out completely. Each time he gets close to doing so, you suck him in further. Milk his cock for all it's worth, his balls feeling suddenly heavy and tight. He moans in pre-emptive, at the thought of how good it's gonna feel unloading it in you.

"You feel so good." He says, appreciative. You whimper again. "Ah, see? It's so tight. Does it feel good for you?"

"Feels so good. Love when you fuck me Sei,"

Love. His thoughts loop back around again to what he was thinking about at the start.

"You feel good to me. Really good." And then, not thinking about it at all. "I love you,"

You tense, looking over your shoulder - looking out of it, dazed. Unsure. "W-what?"

"Huh? I said I love you,"

"S-Seishiro?"

Your pussy grinds down on him again. You liked hearing that, huh?

"I love you," He says, and you whimper - audible. "I wanted to tell you before."

"Sei—"

...!

He stops again before picking back upon a brutal pace almost instantly. It feels right. No mercy as he pounds his cock in and out of you - suddenly feeling like something's possessed.

Your hands reach back to try and push him out but they're so weak it's almost ticklish.

"Sorry. Later," He says, fucking you with every ounce of effort he can finds - rubbing your clit with nasty precision. Each moan sounds punched out of you, breathy and high. "You're so cute."

And you are, Nagi thinks. He's starting to understand. You're cute in a different way that everything else cute is. That's special to you. It's all so cute to him.

You repeat his name again and again. Nagi never gets sick of hearing you say it somehow. He wonders why it only just clicked that this is something he can have. He wishes he would've figured it out sooner.

"Sei," You say, mindless - unthinking. He can feel your whole body tighten, tension making your limbs wind back. Fingers clawing in the sheets, toes curled up, spine curving into a 'C' as the pressure in your gut slowly unravels and throbs around him.

Nagi keeps pace - multitasking well enough that you don't falter. Laser-focused, he wants to know what it's like to make you cum from his own hands. His own ego. He wants to know how you feel underneath when your body gives out from pleasure - in the same way he wants other things. Completely selfishly, a hunger gnawing in his gut as you get close to the edge. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, doesn't falter. He pounds into you as you gasp and tremble without a sense of mercy.

Raw desire burrows itself into his chest and blooms inside the space between his bones. His eyes almost hurt from how hard he focuses.

Finally, you call his name once more - your cunt spasming relentlessly around him. Hot, so hot - his dick almost hurts from how hard he wants to cum before you.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—cumming, I'm cumming!"

Nagi groans as you cum. His cock nearly slips out from how hard you pulse around him, waves of your own cum and arousal frothing around the base of his cock from how hard he fucks you. A wet liquid sprays against his thighs as he bottoms out while you ride your high. His own body gives up on holding back as soon as he feels you cumming.

Two thrusts more and he's spilling his seed into you full. Hot, thick ropes of cum paint your insides white as he pants. He almost collapses over you, the both of you breathing hard from exhaustion as the high starts to cum down. He can barely think.

It's annoying he's still hard, but he's not quite tired. He hasn't gone soft.

"Nagi-kun,"

"Seishiro," He corrects. You look over your shoulder at him in surprise. Nagi looks back plainly.

"Uhm. Right. Seishiro-kun. Did you...did you mean to say that?"

"What? That I love you?"

"Yeah. Or was it a heat of the moment thing?"

"Huh? Why would it be that?" He says, earnestly confused. For someone reason this makes you giggle. "I meant it. I just figured it out."

You pause. "...While we were having sex?"

"Huh? Yeah. You were really cute like that."

"What the—did you call me cute?"

"Yeah. Do you not like that?"

"I didn't—It's not that I didn't like it but it's... I would've never imagined you saying it to me,"

He wonders why. You're plenty cute. It's just that Nagi only recently really figured out what the word was. He shrugs. You chuckle.

"What were you going to do if I didn't like you?"

He pauses. "I didn't think about it. Do you not like me?"

You laugh harder this time. "That's so like you. I do like you, Sei-kun. I love you too,"

"Then it's fine," He hums., noncommittally. You giggle.

"I guess so."

A pause. Nagi loves the warmth of your body under him. He wants to keep cuddling but something bugs him.

"Can we go again like this? It won't go down."

...

"... Seriously? Normally it takes you a minute."

"I think it's cause you said you love me." Nagi adds.

"Oh my god. Did I just unleash something in you? You've never acted like this before, like ever."

Nagi shrugs. It'd be good to get use to it now, he thinks.

"Maybe. Can't we?"

You squirm underneath him and Nagi feels himself twitch. Your face warms. See? You're plenty cute, he thinks.

"...I guess it's fine."

He nods. "I wanna do it while looking at you this time. Okay?"

"God. Sure. Okay."

[kryllia]

Through His Eyes

Yandere boyfriend x reader

art from pinterest

Prequel

The first time you met Aiden, he felt like a breath of fresh air. His smile was soft, his words laced with sincerity, and his eyes—oh, those eyes—were warm pools of honey that seemed to melt away all your worries. He was perfect, almost too perfect, but you never dared question it. After all, wasn’t this what everyone wanted? Someone who understood you without words, someone who loved you so wholly and selflessly?

Aiden was the embodiment of devotion. He knew your coffee order by heart, memorized your class schedule within days, and always texted you right when it was needed most. If you were stressed after a long day, he’d already be waiting at the door with your favorite snacks and that soft, knowing smile. It was as if he could read your mind.

And in a way, he could.

But you didn’t know that yet.

It wasn’t until much later—much too late—that you realized Aiden wasn’t just attentive. He was obsessive.

Aiden sat in his dimly lit room, multiple monitors casting a faint bluish glow on his face. Each screen displayed a different angle of your apartment: the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom. His eyes lingered on the feed from the bedroom camera as you shuffled under the covers, sighing softly before drifting off to sleep.

He sighed too, mirroring you from miles away.

“You look so peaceful like this,” he whispered to no one in particular, his finger tracing the outline of your face on the screen. “So beautiful... mine.”

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his trance. It was the tracking app. You had left your phone on the nightstand, unmoving for the past hour. He smiled, knowing you were safe, knowing you were his.

You had always wondered how Aiden seemed to know everything so well. He’d always have your favorite song playing in his car, always know when illness was about to hit before symptoms even showed. It was... uncanny. But it felt good. It felt like love.

“Do you ever get tired of being so perfect?” you teased one evening, sitting across from him in a cozy cafe.

Aiden chuckled, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Perfect? Oh no, I just... pay attention to the things that matter.”

You.

It was always you.

The first red flag appeared on a rainy Thursday night. You had been at work late, phone dead, and bus delayed. When you finally got home, drenched and exhausted, Aiden was already there—waiting by the door, umbrella in hand.

“How did you...?” you stammered.

His smile didn’t waver. “You mentioned your shift would be longer today, remember? I wanted to make sure you got home safely.”

You shrugged it off. Aiden was sweet. Too sweet to question.

But the nagging feeling in your chest wouldn’t go away.

It wasn’t until weeks later, when you stumbled upon a small black device tucked discreetly behind a picture frame in your bedroom, that reality came crashing down.

A camera.

Your hands trembled as you held it up, your breaths shallow. Your mind raced as puzzle pieces began snapping into place: the perfectly timed texts, the way he always seemed to know where you were, the way he... watched.

Your phone buzzed.

Aiden: Are you okay, sweetheart? You seem upset.

The camera was still in your hand.

He knew.

When Aiden arrived at your apartment that night, his smile was softer than usual, his eyes alight with something... dangerous.

“You found it, didn’t you?” he said quietly, stepping into your space.

Your voice trembled. “Why, Aiden? Why would you—?”

“Because I love you,” he interrupted, his voice trembling with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. “Don’t you see? I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you.”

His hand reached for yours, but you pulled away.

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered.

His expression crumbled, hurt flashing across his face. “No, no, please don’t say that. I’d never hurt you. I just... I just needed to be sure. I needed to keep you safe. They don’t love you like I do. They don’t understand you like I do.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but behind them, you saw something unhinged. Something feral.

“You don’t have to run from me,” he pleaded, stepping closer. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Your phone was in your hand now, your finger hovering over the emergency call button.

He saw it.

Aiden lunged.

-

Hours later, you woke up to the feeling of soft fabric against your cheek. You were lying on a plush bed in a room you didn’t recognize. The windows were covered, the air filled with the faint scent of lavender and... him.

Aiden.

You tried to sit up, but your wrists were bound with silken ropes—tight enough to hold you, soft enough not to bruise.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Aiden’s voice cooed from the corner of the room. He stepped into view, his face illuminated by the faint glow of a bedside lamp.

“You’re safe now. No one can take you away from me here.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“I love you so much. You understand that, don’t you?”

His eyes glistened with something almost holy, like he truly believed every word he said.

In that moment, you realized one thing with chilling certainty:

You belonged to him now.

And he was never going to let go.

[deathc-re]

you hate getting sick, who doesn't? but a part of you loves it at the same time. why? because your boyfriend always treats you so good.

he'll dote on you hand and foot. you want tea? he knows just the one. you want noddles? steaming bowl in front of you. you're too hot or cold? thermostat adjusted to the perfect temperature for you, forget him.

you wanna be close to him, be held and cuddled? anything for his sweetheart. but...what about when you're horny? when this cold/ fever takes you over right in the middle of your ovulation? it's anything for his baby, and that includes slowly torturing himself while you cock warm him under the covers. you're body basically burning up, hot to the touch against his cool skin. moans and whimpers escaping you from the aches and pains in your body but also from the feeling of his cock filling you so good.

you're so weak and tired, basically in and out of consciousness but your dripping all over him and squeezing him so tight.

when he catches that your awake again he rubs your back slowly, "baby," he breathes "can i move? please? you just- fuck-- you feel so good i can't take it."

you muster up a weak chuckle and nod your head, wrapping your arms around him tighter. slowly he switches your position, moving you onto your chest and places a pillow under your hips. the loss of him and the blanket made you whine but when he pushed back into you, you melted into the bed.

it felt like every touch to your body was heightened. your fingers gripped the sheets weakly as you arched further into the soft bed. you heard your lover moan but you were too focused on your own body, every drag of his dick along your walls felt like heaven. when he reached down to rub on your clit a jolt ran through you.

before long you were seeing stars, tired body even more tired as you gasped and whimpered into the sheets, a drool pool forming by your mouth.

your boyfriend, oh so loving, restrained every muscle in his body to keep at this pace. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. but you felt like heaven, warm walls wrapped around him so tight, your noises, the look of pleasure and daze on your face.

he gripped your ass and leaned down to nip at your ear, "i'm sorry sweetheart but i have to go fast-" he was cut off by your quick nod, reaching a hand back to grip his wrist. just that action made him twitch.

he gripped you tighter and angled his hips upward, speeding up his pace just a bit but increased the force of this thrusts by a lot. your ass shock in waves every time his pelvis met you. like energy was being pushed into you your moans got louder, more urgent, the cord in your belly tightening.

you both came almost exactly at the same time, heavy breathing filling the room. you were out, sprawled onto the bed, barely awake. your lover chuckled at the scene and leaned down to kiss your temple.

"you want a bath my love? i'll make the water extra hot for you." he called while walking to the bathroom. you hummed a response and curled into yourself, drifting off. the warm cum running down your thigh barely registering in your mind.

FAT GUM, aizawa, DEKU, kirishima, sanji, corazon, connie, gojo, CHOSO, geto, SUGAWARA + whoever else you think

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Toy (Wolverine)

Description: Logan is pissed and takes it out on Y/N, sexually.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 988

Request: what if logan came home from a rough mission and jus took all that anger out on y/n 🤭🤭🤭

Logan was fuming, I mean he was pissed. Wade and him went on a mission and it almost didn’t go their way. Wade being Wade had to be joking and laughing during the mission but Logan wasn’t in the mood. Nothing about killing those guys was funny but Wade had to make it. His fingers gripped the wheel so hard he was turning red.

His face was red, hell his dick was even red at this point. He couldn’t wait to get home and fuck his little toy. Y/N was in for a treat when he got back. He didn’t care if Wade heard or even watched. He just needed to let off some steam. He was so in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Wade trying to talk to him, “What?” He snapped at the merc. “I was just saying that we should have Tacos tonight.” Wade said and Logan rolled his eyes, “Yeah sure whatever.” He didn’t care about dinner right now.

Only Y/N’s sweet tight pussy. The ride home felt like forever but when they got back he didn’t even turn the car off, he just stormed into the apartment. Y/N sat on the couch watching TV when Logan came in and oh did he look mad. She quickly got up, “What’s wrong?” She asked him but he ignored her and threw her over his shoulder ignoring her protest. He took her to his room not caring about the door being shut or not. He threw her on the bed and she stared up at him in shock and lust.

He pulled her legs to the end of the bed and pulled down her sweats, “I need to taste this pussy.” He growled and yanked her panties down. The fresh scent of her arousal hit his nose as her pussy was now bare to him and wetter than ever. He wasted no time and shoved his face in between her legs causing her to moan out. He placed both hands on each thigh to make sure she doesn’t close around his head. She threw her head back as she felt his tongue explore her with all his might. He was mad, so furious with the mission and this was the only way he could let it out without getting violent.

It was either this or kill Wade. Her hands laced themselves in his hair and he growled against her causing a vibration to shoot through her body. She whined his name and started to move her hips but he held her in place. He was grunting and growling against her pussy like an animal. “So wet.” He mumbled against her. “Mine.” She enjoyed him being possessive and didn’t dare to ask why he was like this. “Logan fuck baby. You’re so good.” She praised him.

His grip on her thighs tightened and she hissed at the pain. It was definitely gonna leave a bruise or two. His nose started bumping against her clit on the perfect angle. It was over from there. She was cumming and screaming his name. Her eyes were rolled back and he never slowed for a minute until she struggled against him to push him away. She looked at him and her jaw dropped. His mouth was covered in her slick and he wore a dangerous smirk. Hair all messy from her grabbing it. He looked sexy.

He stood up without a word and got undressed. She was in awe at the sight of his abs. His abs were perfect and it made her pussy pulse. He crawled on top of her and growled, “Are you gonna take it like a good girl?” Of course she was. She had never been more turned on in her life. She nodded and he grabbed her face, “Say it.” He demanded. “Yes.” She whispered. “Good.” He said and lined his thick cock up with her entrance. He sighed at how great her pussy was and how it held him. She whimpered at the feeling of being stretched out by such a big cock. “Fuck, you have the perfect pussy sweet girl. Love it so much.” He bottomed out and smirked.

She stared up at him with want and even though he was being rough with her. She wanted it and so much more. He started thrusting rough and hard, completely taking her breath away. She was gasping and moaning. She could hardly keep her eyes open. “Eyes on me, doll.” He said and she opened them. They made eye contact and he smirked at her again. Her mouth was open and all types of pornographic noises were leaving her mouth for him. “Fuck.” He grunted and closed his eyes.

She stared up at him and watched his face fall into a pleasurable expression. He was so hot. He was rearranging her guts and all she wanted to do was kiss him. So she did. The kiss wasn’t passionate or soft, it was rough and messy. He was twitching inside of her after a few minutes, “Fuck i’m close baby. I’m gonna fill you up.” He warned her and she nodded. “Please Lo, please cum in me. I need it so bad.” Her words egged him on even more. They had never talked like this to each other before. “Yeah sweet girl. I can feel that pussy wanting to cum too. Cum for me baby.” Her pussy clenched around him and he came hard.

She gasped loudly and she came with him. Her hips slowly moved to ride out their orgasms before he collapsed next to her out of breath. “Shit.” She said and looked over at him. “The mission sucked ass and Wade pissed me off.” He told her and she nodded, “Glad I could be of help.” She said, He turned towards her and pulled her on top of him, “You’re my sweet toy to use and to play with. Never forget that.”

[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day three.

Special video (2.1k words)

summary: Lando was away for race week, leaving you needy alone, so you had to come up with a plan to tease him from the other side of the world.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, masturbation

Sure, being away from your boyfriend for long periods of time sucked; you were constantly missing each other and most of your communication relied on texts, phone calls, and face time. Although sometimes, it was so much easier to tease him this way, and you couldn't deny you loved it. Maybe a little too much.

Today you were feeling especially needy, and Lando was on the other side of the world for race weekend, so why not have a little fun? 

It was really late where you were, and you knew he was just about to start media day, so sending him a little something couldn’t hurt anybody. 

You were wearing his favourite piece of lingerie, the bedside table next to you adorned with a few lit candles that set the perfect mood for the night. You went on your back and started to run your hands down your body, just the way he would if he were there, and once you got to the hem of the piece of fabric that was covering your pussy, you slid a hand in, allowing your fingers to run through your folds and collecting your juices. 

A soft moan left your lips when you got to your clit, and with that, you decided to take a picture, with your full body on display. Snap. It looked good, great even, so without thinking twice, you sent it.

Y/N: [Attachment: 1 photo]

Lando felt his phone buzz, smiling when he saw your name on the screen. He was a little confused because he knew it was late back home, but he thought maybe you just couldn't sleep. He tapped the notification and boy did his eyes widen when he saw the picture.

There was no way you were touching yourself while he was away, right? He quickly closed his messages app and looked around him, worried someone might have caught him, but luckily, everyone was too busy going over today’s schedule. 

He opened it again, this time clicking on the picture to fully analyse it. He cursed under his breath as his eyes took you in: your body, the lighting, his favourite lingerie, your hand disappearing under it... everything. Fuck.

Y/N: Miss you xx

Another message from you. He couldn’t stop his cock to twitch inside his pants, knowing exactly what he would do to you if you were in the same bed. 

“Okay, Lando, we have to get started,” he heard someone from his team almost yell at him to get his attention. Whatever you had planned had to wait, he thought. 

Lando: You are in big trouble

You saw the text appear, smiling because you knew your plan was working. Now you just had to send something more provocative to really get him going because you needed him to respond with something more than just that, you needed to know you actually drove him out of his mind, so you grabbed your phone and tried to find the best place to put it. Once you found the perfect angle and started recording, you laid across the big bed and opened your legs, your core centred to the camera as you did the same thing you did earlier.

You ran your hands across your body, but with more patience this time, stopping at your breasts to give them a few squeezes before uncovering one of them, playing with your nipple. This caused a soft moan to leave your lips, his name following shortly after. 

Your eyes were closed, and as your hand kept playing with your boob, your other one kept exploring further down your body. Except this time, you didn’t stop at your pussy. You kept going to carress your thighs, lingering there for a few moments until you started rubbing your clothed core. 

“Lan,” you moaned, imagining it was him touching you. You kept playing with yourself like that, but you needed more. You pushed your panties to the side and started running your fingers again, even a louder moan echoing through the room. “Mhm, wish you were here, baby.”

You introduced a finger as your thumb stayed rubbing your needy clit, quickly setting a pace for yourself. You were usually loud, and Lando knew that very well, but you wanted to put on a show for him, so why not take it up a notch? 

A string of pornographic moans could be heard, your phone perfectly capturing all of them. The thought of him being in the middle of an important press conference while you sent him this video turned you on even more, which drove you closer to your release. 

Your other hand left your boobs, moving it down to play with your bundle of nerves instead so you could use more fingers, your pace quickening as your orgasm was closer and closer to you. The sounds were filthy, not only from your moans but from how wet you were, and soon you found yourself stumbling over the edge, coming all over your fingers. 

You slowed down and stopped moving when you came down from your high, cleaning your fingers with your mouth as you crawled over to where your phone was.

“I hope you like it, baby,” you whispered before stopping the recording.

Lando couldn’t stop thinking about the picture you sent. He was having a hard time concentrating in the questions he was being asked, and even if he knew exactly what his answer was, he struggled to let the words out. Some people seemed to notice something was off, but of course they never imagined what was actually going through his mind.

“Everything okay, mate?” Oscar, who had been sitting beside him the whole time, asked him. Lando just nodded and gave him his best innocent smile.

“All good,” he lied.

The interview couldn't go quick enough, and he felt even more impatient when he felt his phone buzz again. Not once, but twice. He was itching to pull it out and see what other things you had planned, how far you would go to tease him, but he didn’t want to be called out, so he had to wait.

As soon as they were dismissed, he took it out, his face tinting a shade of pink when he read your messages.

Y/N: [Attachement: 1 video]

Y/N: Wish you were here.

Oh no. 

He quickly stood up from his seat, Oscar running close after him. “You sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He was making his way back to the McLaren hospitality for a quick break before their next interview. 

“Where are you going?” 

“To the bathroom, I’m not feeling well.”

He nearly sprinted there, locking himself in the bathroom and sitting in the closed toilet. He took a deep breath as he opened your messages.

Wow, you looked so beautiful that Lando swore he could come from just the first few seconds, but as soon as you positioned yourself in front of the camera, he knew it was over.

At this point, he didn’t care about anything but you, so he didn’t think twice about pushing his pants and underwear down and grabbing his throbbing cock.

He admired the way your hands explored your body, wishing he was the one doing that. He squeezed himself every time you squeezed your boobs, almost salivating at the sight. Although he wasn’t putting much pressure on it, at least the relief he was getting was something, but everything changed when he heard you moan his name, the shaky whimper coming out of his phone.

“Shit,” he said as he turned the volume down, cursing himself for not carrying his headphones with him. Little did he know, he definitely would need them.

As your hand travelled further down, he started pumping his length, collecting the precum that was leaking from his tip and spreading everywhere. And when you finally touched yourself where you needed it the most, that’s when he started to pick up his pace. 

Once again, you moaned his name, making him whimper as his hand worked on his cock. He quickly stopped himself from making more sounds, but as soon as you pushed your panties to the side and started making more sounds, he stopped caring. Not fully, but enough to let a few of his own slip out.

His hips bucked into his fist when you inserted one finger, sweat already forming in his forehead as his eyes shut for a split second, but of course he didn’t wanna miss the masterpiece you sent him, so he opened them again and scanned your entire body.

God, he missed you; he missed touching you and being the one that made you make all those faces, those noises... another one, a loud whimper left your lips and he couldn’t help but let another one out as his hand moved up and down. He placed his phone on his thigh and guided his now-free hand to cup his balls as he kept stroking himself.

The new added sensation made him almost lose his mind and give in completely, but he couldn’t possibly, not when he hasn’t seen you cum all over your fingers yet.

He slowed his fist down, bringing his thumb to go over his tip a few times before slowly going down again, going back up when he reached the base. He did this a few times, but he wasn’t able to wait another second, so he just speeded up, squeezing his cock any time you squeezed your own fingers with you pussy, imagining it was him you had trapped down there.

His eyes were flickering between the screen and his cock trapped in his hand, and for a moment, he completely forgot where he was. He saw you stumble over your own movements, and he knew that meant you were close, so he pushed his shirt all the way up and picked up an abnormal pace, driving him closer. 

He was almost there, and he knew you were too, so as soon as your orgasm started to hit you, he did everything in his power to make it feel like he was with you. He spat on his cock, spreading the new wetness with his fist, as if your juices were coating him as he squeezed himself exactly like you would. This made him lose complete control. The way he was bucking up his own hand and more and more broken breaths left his pink lips was something you wished you could have seen. 

A particular hard squeeze made him arch his back and drop his phone, but his mind was far away from caring. He just stoked himself a few more times before he finally spilled his release on his hand, coating his thighs and part of his tummy. He stopped moving almost completely, allowing himself to come back to earth as his eyes still managed to catch his screen that was now on the floor, watching you lick your fingers clean and crawl to your phone. Fuck.

Lando took a moment to catch his breath before cleaning himself and picking up his phone, shaking his head at the fact that he ran to the bathroom to touch himself because he just couldn’t wait until he was back at the hotel. The power you had over him never failed to amaze him.

He took a long stare at the mirror; did he look like he just jerked off? Definitely, and trying his best to fix his hair and wash his face did not help, but he knew there were people probably looking for him to move on to the next interview, so he had no time left.

Locking his phone, he finally left the small bathroom.

“I hope you are feeling better,” Oscar said, his arms crossed as he watched Lando shut the door behind him.

“Are you kidding? Have you been out here this entire time?”

“Uh- no.” Oscar was quick to respond, his face burning as his teammate walked past him.

“Whatever, let’s go back.” He responded, rolling his eyes and pulling out his phone one more time. 

Back home, you were almost ready to go to bed. You were dying to know what Lando would say of your little video. Would he wait? Did he watch it? You wanted nothing more than to be there to see his exact reaction to everything you did, and you wondered if he would ever send you one of those videos of himself. 

As you put out the last candle, you saw your phone lit up. A big smile appeared on your face when you read Lando’s message.

Lando: You have no idea what I’ll do to you when I’m back home.

Lando: Also I’m pretty sure Oscar just heard me jerk off to your video.

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[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

—————

Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[dawngyu]

THE BLOWOUT

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

sypnosis: When you find out it’s his birthday—and that he’s spending it alone—you can’t just stand by and let it happen. The thought of him sitting, pretending it’s just another day, you’re too soft-hearted for that.

He won’t be alone. Not if you have anything to do with it.

warnings: strangers to friends to?? alcohol, clubbing, petnames, alchohol!games. let me know if I missed any!

smut-warnings: MDNI. fingering!, oral!f&m receiving, unprotected, nipple!play, dirty talk, creampie, multiple positions dom!beomgyu, manhandling, beomgyu being pussy!drunk lol

wc: 4.2k — playlist

notes: happy birthday beomgyu, the love of my life! this fic is for bamtoris/moas (I love u all) and for the deep love I have for this man.

thank you to my dearest @killa-1009 for beta reading! ilysm

Tonight, you're free.

No papers, no deadlines—just a spontaneous decision, with you and your eyeshadow-adorned eyes.

The air is filled with perfume, alcohol, and the distant haze of cigarette smoke. The place is packed with strangers, faces you don’t recognise, voices blending with music. The bass from the speakers pulses through the floor, a song you don’t recognise thrumming in the background. You clutch your purse a little tighter, a subconscious habit, as you remind yourself why you're here.

"One cocktail, please. Something light," you say to the bartender, slipping onto a barstool. The drink appears in front of you within minutes, a delicate swirl of color in the dim lighting. You take a sip, the cool liquid smoothing down your throath. A small, satisfied hum escapes your lips.

Maybe this was a good idea after all.

You cross your legs, the sparkle of your heels catching in the overhead lights as your eyes scan the room. Most people are on the dance floor, lost in the music, making out in the corner, moving without care.

Then, the space beside you shifts. The scent of expensive cologne, deep, musky, and intoxicating wraps around you before you even turn your head. The bar is nearly empty, yet they choose the seat right next to you.

Dark, deep brown eyes lock onto yours when you turned your head to check. He looks young—mid-twenties, maybe—his sharp jawline and the tall tip of his nose. His hair, a rich chestnut with hints of auburn, falls messily across his forehead, as if styled by pure accident. It’s longer than most men wear it, brushing past his ears and barely settling on his shoulders. The color is striking, almost too perfect, as if painted by careful hands, enhancing the sharp angles of his face.

Your gaze drifts lower. He wears leather—worn yet fitted—paired with dark pants that cling just right. Chains glint at his throat, rings catch the light on his fingers, each piece adding to the effortless allure he carries.

The curiousity of his stare makes your throat go dry. You quickly turn away, pretending to focus on your drink, hoping the heat creeping up your neck isn’t obvious. You swallow hard, quickly looking away, pretending to focus on the last sip of your drink.

The moment your glass is empty, you lift it slightly, signaling the bartender. “Uh—could I get one more—”

“Make it two,” a smooth voice cuts in beside you. A sleek black card slides across the counter. “Her drinks are on me tonight.”

You blink, turning to him. "You don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupts, his gaze locking onto yours again. You notice the pink of his lips. This time, it sends a slow, shiver down your spine.

He’s unfairly handsome.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "Besides, I want to taste your drink." His eyes flicker to your empty glass, the faint imprint of your lipstick staining the rim, before trailing up, slowly to your lips. He doesn’t even try to hide it.

"My eyes are up here." you say, tilting your head slightly.

His smirk deepens as he finally meets your eyes, amusement dancing in them. "Yes, ma'am," he teases, throwing in a wink for good measure.

The bartender slides your drink in front of you, and as you bring it to your lips, you can feel his eyes still on you, watching.

"What’s your name?" he asks, effortless.

"Y/N," you reply, setting your glass down.

He repeats it, dragging out each syllable like he’s testing how it feels on his tongue. "Y/N… It suits you." His lips curve slightly before he leans in just a fraction. "Tell me, Y/N, your boyfriend let you out in that dress tonight?"

You arch a brow, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "Even if I had a boyfriend," you say, voice steady, "he wouldn’t get a say in what I wear. It’s my body, right?"

The teasing fades, just for a moment, and instead of another smirk, his lips tug at the corners. A small smile you almost missed it.

"That’s right," he murmurs.

You swirl your glass lightly before looking up at him again. "Since you know my name, I should get yours, don’t you think? I mean, you are buying my drinks."

He leans back slightly, studying you like he’s debating whether to give it up so easily. Then, with a playful tilt of his head, he finally says, "Beomgyu."

Beomgyu, who stuck with you throughout the night.

He's there, when you were pulled into a group of random people for drinks. His hands on the small of your back. His eyes never leaving your form for too long. He comes with you whenever you need to take the restroom. True to his words, he bought each drink that you had.

"I mean, it's just so funny that I was crying!" Yuna, a stranger to you an hour ago says, the laughter of people circled around passed. You are now seated in a long VIP black couch, full of people you just met.

Beomgyu immediately notices your shifting beside him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, this one is... too bitter." You scrunch your face, trying to swallow the last sip, the taste lingering unpleasantly.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Beomgyu watching you closely. His gaze flickers to your lips, and without thinking, he wets his own with the tip of his tongue.

"I'm getting you some water," he murmurs, voice low as he leans in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin. A light touch grazes the small of your back before he stands. "Wait for me here, yeah?"

He returns within a minute or two, a cold water bottle in his hands. A small smile tugs at his lips as he offers it to you. “It’s completely sealed.”

“Thank you.” You take it as he twists the cap open for you, making sure you hear the pop of the water bottle, the cool plastic brushing against your fingertips. Around you, laughter erupts—Yeonjun’s voice carrying over the noise, no doubt cracking another joke at Kai’s expense.

“So, why are you alone tonight?” Beomgyu's voice pulls your attention back to him. His head tilts slightly as his fingers brush your face, his touch featherlight.

“Can’t I be alone for a night? You know… to de-stress.”

He chuckles at that, and for a moment, the serious, composed Beomgyu fades away, replaced by something softer, something boyish. The sight of it sends warmth rushing to your cheeks.

“Okay, baby.”

Your breath hitches. The casual way he says it, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, has you scrambling for composure. You clear your throat. “What about you? Why are you alone?”

He shrugs, leaning back slightly. “Had big plans tonight. Get drunk, party alone. But then—”

“Hey, girly!” Yuna’s voice cuts through the conversation. Your gaze snaps to her just as she singsongs, “It’s you.”

It takes a second for you to register what she means, until you follow her gaze to the bottle lying in the center of the circle, its cap pointing directly at you.

Oh. Right.

You were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

After a nod, you watched as they spun the bottle again, maybe to find you another partner because that’s how the game worked, right? You chewed on your lip, the weight of your own impulsiveness settling in.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to join this crowd, just like it had been a spur-of-the-moment decision to come to the club alone tonight. You hadn’t even considered the possibility of being chosen. There were so many people here, what were the odds?

The bottle slowed, your pulse hitching as it nearly landed on someone whose name you vaguely recalled Sunghoon. He was already smirking, leaning forward slightly as if he knew it was going to be him.

But just before it could stop completely, a hand—slender fingers, reached out and nudged it off course.

"Oops, my bad." Beomgyu says, voice light as he tilts his head. "Looks like it’s me."

The room erupts—cheers, whistles, knowing laughter and teases—all directed at the boy who had made no effort to hide just how much he’d stuck by your side tonight.

Beomgyu's gaze flickers to Sunghoon, who meets it head-on. "Any complaints?"

Sunghoon chuckles, raising his hands in surrender. "Nah, man. All yours. We get it."

Beomgyu doesn’t bother acknowledging him. Instead, he turns to you, unfazed by the stares, the amused whispers buzzing around the room. You, on the other hand, feel bare under their scrutiny, exposed.

Then, a hand appears in front of you.

When your fingers found his, the space did not feel so vast, nor the moment so daunting than you thought it would be.

You were led into a cramped, closet-like space at the back of the room, the air thick with anticipation. Chae-won, the mastermind behind this whole setup, turned to face you both, her smirk widening as her gaze flickered down to your still-linked hands.

The truth was, neither of you seemed eager to let go. His hand was warm, larger than yours, fingers loosely curled around yours like he was holding on without even realizing it.

“Seven minutes,” Chae-won announced, her voice dripping with amusement. “I’ll knock when time’s up. And no funny business once I opened it, got it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Beomgyu answered quickly, but you barely heard him—too busy avoiding Chae-won’s exaggerated eyebrow wiggle, which only made your pulse race even more.

Beomgyu gestured for you to step in first, and you did, he followed, closing the door behind him. The darkness wrapped around you both, forcing your other senses to take over. The space was small, so small you could smell his cologne. You could hear his breathing, steady yet close, feel the warmth radiating from him.

And if there had been even the slightest bit of light, you were sure he would’ve seen how red your face had turned.

“We really don’t have to do anything, you know,” he whispers, his voice soft, almost careful.

You smile at that. You don’t know why, but you trust him—trust him in a way that feels strange yet effortless, like you’ve known him far longer than you actually have.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

A beat of silence. Then, quieter—“You don’t want anything from me at all?”

You hear him swallow, as if your question catches him off guard. “…Maybe a kiss?”

A laugh escapes you, light and breathless, and in the darkness, you feel his hand find yours. Even without seeing, you can picture his face—the shape of his lips, the way his long lashes must be brushing against his cheeks, the way he must be looking at you right now.

God. The heavens must have taken their time sculpting this man.

“A kiss?”

“Hm.” He squeezes your hands gently, and even in the dim light, you can see the teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Think of it as… a birthday gift.”

“What?” Your eyes widen. “You know I’d still kiss you without that excuse, right?”

He chuckles, the sound warm and effortless. “That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” His dimples appear, small but unmistakable, and for a second, you forget to breathe. “I wish I was kidding, though, about the birthday part. It’d be nice to say you kissed me just because, not because it’s some excuse.”

You pull your hands away, blinking. “Wait. It’s actually your birthday? What are you doing here alone? Why are you alone? And why—”

Before you can finish, he leans in, silencing your rambling with the lightest brush of his lips against yours. It’s barely a kiss, just a fleeting press, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make the world shrink down to just this—just him.

When he pulls back, his voice is quieter, almost careful. "Family’s nowhere near. Friends are busy tonight. No girlfriend." A small pause, his thumb ghosting over your knuckles. "I was just planning to get drunk until I saw your pretty face."

You can't speak. Birthdays are sacred to you—more than just a day on the calendar, they’re a celebration of survival, of everything you’ve endured and overcome. A moment to pause, to appreciate yourself, to recognize the strength it took to make it through another year.

And yet, here he is, spending his alone.

You meet his gaze, and he holds it, there’s no urgency, no expectation in his eyes. He’s done nothing but be kind to you tonight, you were safe with him.

His hand moves slowly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The pad ofhis thumb brushes the curve of your cheek, it’s so soft it almost breaks you. It was as if he’s memorizing the shape of you. “You’re beautiful—”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you reach up, arms looping around his shoulders, and pull him in. Your lips crash against his, and he responds instantly, kissing you back with a eagerness. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, asking—no, demanding—entrance, and the moment you grant it, he deepens the kiss, tasting you, savouring you.

You press yourself closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the way his hands grip your waist, possessive. One of them slides up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair and pressing all of him into you.

When you finally break away, gasping for breath, he chases your lips, desperate to claim them again. But you stop him with a peck. You rest your forehead against his, letting him know what you're about to do.

“Let me make you happy tonight.”

After whispering those words, you can't help but smile back at his ridiculously pretty, beaming face.

It's safe to say that ever since your encounter in that cramped closet, Choi Beomgyu hasn't been able to keep his hands off you. He's bolder now, fingers brushing the small of your back, resting absentmindedly on your knee. So, when he whispers, just 30 minutes later, that he wants to take you home—

You let him.

Because tonight, more than anything, you can’t let him be alone.

And now, your legs are wide open sitting on his bed, moaning his name as his fingers move in and out of your sopping wet cunt. Your nose was filled by his scent.

He was all around.

“Beomgyu…” You moaned, watching his fingers diddle with your clit for a few seconds before being shoved back in again. He already made you squirt and it hasn’t even been 30 minutes since you’ve entered this apartment.

“Feels good?” He commented, smirking up at you as he places a kiss on it. 

“Oh my gosh…” You panted, leaning on your elbows, not wanting to miss a movement. Tongue darting out, he traced the sides of your cunt, moaning as he took it all in his mouth. The vibrations almost sent you to the edge again as you tried to press his face closer to you.

Taking his fingers out, you can feel Beomgyu harden his tongue on your clit before he drags it down to your hole. “Ah!” You pouted at him, hissing at the feeling of his wet muscles exploring your insides.

The way he moves it around makes you circle your hips, grinding your clit on his nose and making him growl. “I knew you would taste this good.” You blushed, thinking about how he kept looking at you, as if wanting to see every reaction you have.

Kissing your clit one more time, he moved up to your lips, “How can your lips taste so sweet?” He moaned, pressing your cheek as he coaxed you to open your mouth. You let him slip his tongue inside you, panting as he allowed you to suck on it before tapping your cheek lightly as he pulled away “Such a good girl,” He tapped your tit before pulling your chest to him, skillful tongue circling your sensitive nipples as his fingers played with the other one. 

“Yeah….” You moaned, pushing his hair back and exposing his forehead as he licked your nipples with the tip of his tongue. His eyes stared up at you before you felt his finger caressing your slit again. He indulged in the way your brows bumped together when he sucked your nipples hard, pulling before letting go with a pop. 

Your hand found purchase on his still-clothed cock, painfully wanting to be let out of its confinement. “You wanna taste? Go on. It’s been waiting for you.” He chuckled as you slowly pulled his sweatpants down. “Go on, baby.” The way he said ‘baby’ made your pussy clench as you squatted in front of him, naked cunt exposed to the air as you kissed the tip of his dick. 

“Yeah, spread those legs as you suck my dick. That's what you get for looking so fucking beautiful tonight.” You moaned, tongue sticking out as you licked his shaft, hand cupping his balls before you took it all in your moan. Beomgyu grunted at the move, cursing at how you escalated things quickly from kitten licks to deep-throating him in an instant. “Shit, you weren't really kidding when you said you'll make me happy, huh?” He chuckled.

You eagerly took it back in your mouth, letting your tongue trace the vein under his length. You whimpered as you felt him reach over to tweak your nipple with his fingers. “You have such pretty lips for my dick, yeah?” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down, pulling your lips back to prevent your teeth from touching his skin.

Not long after, you can feel Beomgyu's thighs tensing under your touch and he was already pulling you away from him.

“Not yet.” He whispered, pushing you back on the bed. You instantly opened your legs, staring at him with lust and hunger in your eyes as you licked your lip. Beomgyu watched as you spread your plump lips, showing him your entrance as if silently begging him to ram his heavy dick into you. He would’ve taken his time to stare at how beautiful you are if only his knees weren’t going weak from holding back.

“You just can’t wait, huh?” He rubbed the tip at the tender flesh of your core making you whimper, grinding your hips as you pleaded repeatedly. He cooed at your state, putting a hand behind your head before capturing your lips and shoving his erection inside your waiting cunt. You moaned in the kiss, feeling the pleasurable burn as he stretched you with his girth. He slowly moved in and out of you, groaning at the tightness before breaking the kiss only to urge you to watch as your heat took his length.

“Look at that, doll. Look how perfectly it fits inside you.” He moans, mocking your whimpers as he gradually went faster until he was slamming into you. His strong hands push your knees to your shoulder, squeezing your bouncing tits. You shamelessly called out his name, not caring if anyone can hear you.

“Yeah, wanna let everyone know I can’t hold myself around you, huh?” He growled, sweat dripping down his face as he parted your folds with his fingers. “Is that why you’re being so loud?” You can feel his long tip nudge your g-spot, making you scream as you explode.

“Oh gosh, G-gyu—” You chanted, feeling his cock slip out, or rather get pushed out as you squirted on him, making him chuckle as he rubbed your clit quickly before pulling your hand and switching positions. 

“Messy baby.” He teased you, watching your body twitch as he laid down, placing you on top of him and you found yourself mindlessly rubbing yourself on his cock before swiftly sliding it in with a soft cry. “That’s it, fuck yourself on me. Show me how much you want my cum? That will really make my birthday.” He reached for your tits, rubbing the pebbled flesh as you rolled your hips on top of him, hands caressing his glistening skin as you breathed out his name. 

Seeing your mouth open, and your glazed eyes as your body bounces on top of him got him staring at you in amazement. Beomgyu's hand slid down your body to your swollen nub, drawing figures with his thumb as he shallowly thrust up to you, restraining himself from letting go and fully ravishing your body. 

It was when you leaned back, arching your body as you parted your legs wider that he lost control, ramming up to you like a madman as a rumble erupted from his throat. “You’re really asking for it, baby.” He put his hand on your hips for support as he fucks himself up in you, chuckling as you hit those high notes, and breathing harder as he hit the exact spot inside you. 

“Beomgyu.. keep doing that.” You whimpered, throwing your head back as you let him use your body as he pleases. Desperate for release, Beomgyu sat up and laid you down again without taking his pulsating length out of you. You can tell how much he’s trying to stop himself from coming, enjoying how you squeeze his throbbing cock every time he shoves himself in you. 

Yelping as he folds you in a mating press, Beomgyu couldn’t even afford to let you breathe as he hammered his dick into you. “Oh fuck!” You cried, feeling him reach deeper into the new position. His face contorted like he was in pain as he repeatedly buried himself inside you, bullying your cunt as put half his weight on you.

“Gonna cum inside you, doll.” He panted, pressing his forehead against yours and smiling when you nodded frantically with teary eyes. “Gonna fill you up so good, you’re going to be asking for it more later.” The sound of your skin slapping against each other echoed around the room.

Feeling his hips stutter, you pouted up at him, “Give it to me, please, Beomgyu. Pretty please.” You breathed against his lips. 

As his thrusts went shallow, you could feel his tip rub the sweet spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure as you cum hard around him. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure and your thighs trembled. The feeling of your walls spasming and contracting around him sent Beomgyu to the edge. He managed one powerful thrust, hissing as he spilled all his release deep inside you. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm liquid flooding and painting your insides. 

“So fucking good,” He rasped out before capturing your lips. Panting hard, he savored the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him. You stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, hearing each other’s shattered breaths before he pulled out, eyes fixated on your hole. He licked his lips, smirking as you whined desperately at him. Your hip’s starting to hurt but you can’t bring yourself to care, enjoying the way his eyes glimmer at the sight of his cum leaking out of you.

"Happy now?" you chuckled, breath still unsteady. Beomgyu met your gaze, a boyish smile tugging at his lips. "I was close to breaking most of the time, Choi Beomgyu,"

He let out a soft laugh, warmth flickering in his eyes as he finished cleaning himself. Then, without hesitation, he turned his attention to you, his touch impossibly gentle as he wiped you down. "You are a wonder, love," he murmured, almost in awe.

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Pulling the blanket closer, you watched as Beomgyu stood, opening the bedside drawer.

"So… no girlfriend, huh?"

"I don’t have one."

You scoffed, grabbing the nearest pillow and tossing it at him before sinking deeper under the covers. "You—"

Beomgyu easily dodged with a chuckle, taking your worked up form and sliding onto the bed beside you. His hand found yours, warm and sure, as he gently slipped your familiar ring back onto your finger. The same one he wore, a perfect match. His gaze softened, "You're not just a girlfriend. What are you on about?"

"Tell me why I agreed to this roleplay again?"

"Because it’s my birthday today, baby." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek before lingering on your forehead. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. "And because you’re the perfect wife for giving me a blowout."

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Where you fill their faces with lipstick marks.

FIRST-YEARS

THIRD YEARS HERE

Where, in a fit of affection, you start showering your boyfriend with soft, quick kisses. However, before you know it, you've covered his entire face with your lipstick. How would the guys react?

Ace Trappola

“Ohhh, so you love me that much, huh?”

From the moment you leave your trail of kisses on his face, Ace laughs with that mischievous smile that makes you want to kiss him even more. Far from being annoyed, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off

“How do I look? Attractive, right?” he asks cheekily, tilting his head so you can appreciate your masterpiece from every angle.

He doesn’t rush to clean himself up. In fact, if Deuce or someone else is around, he won’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation to show off. “Hey, Deuce, how does it feel to know my face gets more love than yours?” he jokes, enjoying his friend’s embarrassed expression.

He might even stroll around Hearstlabyul with one or two marks still visible, just to see how others react. However, when he feels like he's had enough, he'll try to clean himself up… though not without a bit of a whine.

“Hey, wait! You left one on my neck? Now everyone's going to think weird things…” But he says it with a smile, because deep down he loves the attention you give him.

Deuce Spade

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

My poor baby almost falls over on his back when he sees his reflection on his phone screen. His face is covered in lipstick marks and his brain completely shuts down.

He brings his hands to his face, as if that could hide the mess. His cheeks burn with embarrassment and he stutters, not knowing what to say.

“This is… this is… I can't—! Why did you do this?!” he asks in a higher-pitched voice than usual.

If Ace is around, things only get worse. “HAHAHA! “Look at this guy’s face!” Ace taunts, slapping him on the back as Deuce only sinks deeper into his embarrassment.

He quickly wipes it off with his sleeve, rubbing his face like he’s in the throes of a crisis. But even after he erases the marks, he's still bright red.

“…Don’t do things like that without warning,” he mutters under his breath, avoiding eye contact. But if you look closely, you’ll see a small smile struggling to make its way onto his lips.

Jack Howl

“…Hah?”

Jack freezes in place, eyes wide and an expression of pure bewilderment. His wolf-like ears twitch slightly, betraying his surprise.

“…what do you think you’re doing?” he asks in a serious tone, frowning. It’s not that he’s upset, but he doesn’t know how to react.

He immediately wipes it off with the sleeve of his jacket, trying to get rid of the marks as quickly as possible. But despite his stoic attitude, his ears and tail betray his emotions.

“You shouldn’t do that all of a sudden,” he says in a murmur, not looking directly at you. However, his tail continues to wag slightly, showing that, even though he denies it, deep down he liked it.

For the rest of the day, he will be unusually quiet and distracted, with the images of those kisses replaying in his head. Even though he won’t admit it, every time he runs his hand over his face, he will remember the feeling of your lips on his skin.

Epel Felmier

“Hey! This is embarrassing!”

Epel jumps as soon as he feels your lips repeatedly smacking his face. At first, he tries to pull away, but it’s too late. When he sees his reflection, his face turns as red as an apple.

“This is too much! I look… I look…!” He doesn’t even know how to describe himself. He covers his face with his hands, feeling that if Vil sees him like this, his reputation in Pomefiore will go down the drain.

“If Vil finds out about this, he’s going to tell me to clean my skin with essential oils or something weird!” he complains, taking a handkerchief to clean himself as quickly as possible.

But if you look closely, you’ll notice that when he thinks you’re not looking, he touches his cheek with a slight smile, as if deep down he liked it.

Sebek Zigvolt

“WHAT IS THIS DISHONOR?!”

Sebek practically jumps back when he realizes what you’ve done. His voice echoes throughout the hallway as he points at you indignantly

“INSOLENT HUMAN! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DIRTY LIKE THAT!” he exclaims, as if you’ve committed an unforgivable crime.

He tries so hard to clean himself up that it looks like he's in the middle of a battle against an invisible enemy. But as much as he yells about how 'outrageous' this is, his red ears and the way he avoids looking directly at you say otherwise.

If Lilia or Silver walk by, the situation becomes worse for him.

“Oh, Sebek, it seems someone has won your heart~” Lilia sings with a mischievous laugh.

“T-THIS IS NOT LIKE THAT!” Sebek shouts, his face now completely red.

For the rest of the day, he'll be uncharacteristically grumpy and try to avoid the topic, but if you look closely, you'll see his lips tremble as if he's trying to hide a smile. Deep down, though he'll never admit it, something in his chest feels… warm.