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#tired of always giving him coffee smh give him variety.... let him have a little fun........
breezere · 1 month
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boba date doodleeeee
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joohanisms · 7 months
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lizzie walk with me for a sec i have a (silly) idea,,,, imagine ~getting frisky~ with jooyeon and he realises you're wearing panties with pokémon on them and he suddenly stops like :O these are so cute omg is that sylveon and then proceeds to spend the next minute or so trying to name them all and you're just laying there like 😭 okay but can you eat me out already tf ahsjsjdjs (instead he makes you turn over so he can see the pokémon on your ass smh)
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LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO HIM I'M GOING TO PASS OUT
jooyeon + pokémon underwear 💭💫
cw: what it says on the tin tbh, bratty joo towards the end, reader is hot and pissed (enphasis on pissed), mention of oral sex (f receiving), very brief mention of gagging, i actually don't know shit about pokémon so i'm sorry if i got anything wrong!
"jooyeon. come on."
so, let's recap. everything was doing fine – you and jooyeon had been lazing around on your couch as an excuse of a date. both of you have been so tired lately, with work and studies and practice and life in general, that when date night rolled around you texted him something in the lines of "you want to come over and watch a movie with me so bad. you want to come over and watch–". jooyeon was so relieved you wouldn't make him get ready to take you out. of course, if you wanted to have a proper date night he would; but he's thanking the heavens you don't. so he shows up at your door with barely only himself – no flowers, no chocolates, no snack you could share.
you COULD eat him whole, though. the loose band shirt and the sweatpants made him look delectable. and since you weren't going to leave the house anyway, it was pretty clear where this date was going to end up – only after you finished stuffing yourselves with take out, though. when the dishes were empty on your coffee table, it didn't take too long for him to lazily kiss you, pressing you into the couch in the most delicious way.
things came and went, and soon you had a pretty boy straddling you in your bed. jooyeon's hands had been caressing your thighs for the past ten minutes when he finally decided to pull your shorts down.
and that's when things derailed.
you see, you had gotten pokémon underwear at some point in your life as a gag gift. since they were, well, not the sexiest thing you own by a far shot, they were always reserved for days when you didn't plan to leave the house or days that required comfy underwear – the colorful patterns of the many little guys on the cotton fabric made it really easy to hide period stains, after all – and today was meant to be spent in the couch, watching tv with your lovely boyfriend. you did fail to account for the fact that said boyfriend is a pokémon afficcionado.
with your shorts down to your knees, he gasped the loudest you've ever heard him gasp during sex.
"are those pokémon?" he's cute, you'll give him that.
"oh? yeah, i got those panties as a gift a couple years ago. from my friends. no one that would ever take them off of me would give me pokémon lingerie." you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in for a kiss. to your surprise, he didn't budge.
jooyeon only got half the hint; briefly lifting off of you, he took your shorts off and threw them across the room – a habit, you came to realize over the course of your relationship – but then completely ignored the wet patch in your crotch.
"they're so cute! they even have a snorlax!" tracing his fingers over the character, he brought his face closer to your clothed cunt, and you could feel yourself gush with anticipation. you kicked your legs a little, stretching the shorts still at your knees, hoping he'd get the hint and spread your legs as far as they could go.
which brings you to the present moment.
"those panties are actually so cool. they have an incredible variety of pokémon. they don't repeat at all." you know. you've owned this pair of underwear for at least two years now. and you're starting to get impatient.
"yeah. lift off for a second, please?" you're spreading your legs yourself. clearly, jooyeon needs a little encouragement.
he gasps again, and you smile to yourself. he's finally realizing you've leaked through your panties since he walked into your apartment a few hours earlier.
"is that a sylveon?"
fuck. maybe he didn't realize shit, after all.
"babe, those are so cute. why did you hide this from me?" he's looking so intently at your cunt – well, at the pokémon covering it.
"they're my granny panties. take them off, please." you grip his long hair, bring his face closer. you really want to believe he's teasing you. unfortunately, you know your boyfriend. he's just being a nerd.
jooyeon pauses. drags his eyes up your still clothed torso, stops when he reaches your face. moves slightly, holds your waist underneath your shirt. he's finally going to touch you, he's finally going to put his mouth on you, he's finally–
he manhandles you, lands you on your stomach. stretches the fabric of your panties a little, and whispers "oh my god, pigeotto."
you're so done with him.
usually, you're all for his nerdy moments. you think he's the most lovable man on earth; he gets excited over the smallest things, he cried when he finally got a shiny holographic card of his favorite pokémon. you fall in love all over again everytime he talks and talks and talks about things he loves. but today, in this situation, you're close to wrapping your hands around his neck and squeezing.
you kick your legs against his back, in a childish move. "jooyeon!"
"yeah?" you feel his warm hand on your asscheek, and you unvoluntarily leak some more.
"i love you so much, infinitely. i love your nerdy moments. but if you don't eat me out in the next ten seconds, i'm kicking you out." you try to twist your body around to glare at him as you spoke, but a hand presses against your back, trapping you against the mattress. jooyeon chuckles.
"someone's bossy."
"jooyeon, i'm not joking. i'll give you the damn panties if you want if you take them off of me right now. if you don't, i'll take them off myself and gag you with them." your voice is a little muffled against the comforter, but you know jooyeon heard you, judging by how there's more weight pressing on your back and how his giggle is right beside your ear.
"would that be so bad? i might even keep naming pokémon, then. don't threaten me with a good time."
"you're ridiculous." your hand snakes around, feeling for his hair. eventually, you tug on the strands, earning a high pitched groan. "if you want me to gag you with my underwear so bad, you could've asked. i'll shove the damn pokémon down your throat, even."
"not the pokémon!" his whine is playful, but he shifts enough to make room to, fucking finally, spread your legs. the weight holding you down disappears as your ass is lifted into the air, propping you up on your knees.
"so shoving things down your throat is fine? the problem is the pokémon?" you're free to twist your torso slightly, and you catch his eyes just as he pulls the underwear off of you. the damned pokémons don't fly across the room, as your clothes usually are; they're shoved into jooyeon's pocket. you eye him unamusedly.
"what? you said you'd give me the underwear if i took it off." his grin makes you want to jump him. you're not sure if it's sexual or if you just want to punch him. "don't worry, baby. i'll make you feel good."
his thumb glides across your slit and your knees nearly buckle at the sudden but very fleeting relief.
jooyeon chuckles, gives your ass a slap and finally, fucking finally, attaches his mouth to your clit.
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feifood · 3 years
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Hi! Can I request Aizawa with #29 for your event? Thank you💜
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HI ANON love the character choice because I do lowkey be biased when it comes to Aizawa ....
Anyways here it is I hope you like it !! I honestly have no idea how I was able to incorporate ANGST into such an upbeat song like this one smh
Shouta Aizawa [fluff + smidge of angst]: Song: Positions - Ariana Grande 
Word count: 610 words Warnings: Very slight mentions of death Summary: Shota’s lost sight of what really matters.
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I did some research on this song and the word “positions” has two meanings, one of which means taking multiple roles in the relationship (e.g. being the ‘money-maker’ AND caregiver, breaking the gender stereotypes)
So I think that it’s fitting to have Shota be someone who over-contributes in a relationship in this piece 
He’s lost a lot of people throughout his lifetime and he wishes that he would have treated them better / spent more time with them, which leads to him over-giving and overworking himself
But of course you’re always there to make it better
“Breakfast is ready,” Shota greets you with a smile and a forehead kiss, leading you into the kitchen. He’s set up a variety of breakfast foods out in front of you, from pancakes to blueberry waffles. 
“Morning. Thanks for making breakfast,” you smile at him before taking a sip of coffee which he made for you as well. 
“No big deal,” he reassures you, taking off the apron. “After work I’m going to go buy the groceries and make dinner yeah?”
Your expression saddens at his words, “I can go instead Shota, I have today off anyways.” Aizawa’s been overworking himself lately, you can tell. He’s already so busy with being a pro hero and teacher at the same time, yet he still insists on spoiling you whenever he has the chance. 
“No worries,” he shakes off your concern a little too quickly for your liking. “You just enjoy yourself for the day. 
And so you do, napping on the couch, taking a nice bubble bath, talking a walk around the neighborhood, your entire day was nothing but relaxing. Except the one voice in the back of your head worrying about Shota. 
Sitting on the couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone while the television plays in the background, you hear the clinging of keys on the other side of the door signifying that Aizawa had just gotten home. You didn’t even realize the sun had started to set, but regardless, it was good to know Shota had gotten home safe. 
“M’back,” he smiles at you. He’s tired. You can tell. Maybe even exhausted. The way that he moves around gives it all away. Must’ve been a long day at school, you think to yourself. “I got the groceries, as planned.”
“Shota,” you call for him sternly, standing up from the couch, “let me cook tonight.” 
“Nono,” he doesn’t even look in your direction before walking into the kitchen, “it’s your day off, you just keep relaxing. Don’t worry about me.”
“I insist, you’re already so tired. Come on, I can do it.”
You’ve joined him in the kitchen, hand grabbing his wrists to stop him from picking up whatever vegetables he bought from the plastic bag. 
“Y/N I said I’m fine. Let me do this.”
“I know you’re tired. Why can’t you just let me do this one thing? You’re overworking yourself, what’s been going on with you lately?”
The question makes his head drop and his shoulders slug downwards. 
“S’nothing. Just wanted to take care of you.”
He didn’t say the words, but you knew what he meant. He was simply just trying to take care of you, treasure the moments together before it was too late. Shota knew death all too well, he’d experienced it all around him ever since he was little. It was the one thing he wasn’t in control of in his life and it was what he feared the most. 
“Shota,” you slowly approach him from behind, placing your arms around his figure and holding his back onto your chest, “I’m not going anywhere.”
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