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sanspuppet · 7 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 - 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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PAIRING: dom!Wooyoung x sub!reader

RATING: 18+ (MDNI)

WARNINGS/ TAGS: rough sex, kind of angst, blow job (giving), and more...?

SUMMARY: You didn't listen to a jealous Wooyoung... bad choice: he knew perfectly how to punish you.

A/O: Yeah... it is short, saurry i'm quite busy during the week

NSFW tags under the cut

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"I'm leaving!" You shouted at your boyfriend, Wooyoung. He looked at you, his eyes rolling down on your body. You were wearing a short, and when i mean short, i mean short, skirt, and a quite revealing tank top. You smiled at him, without realizing the jealousy that was taking him secretly out of control.

"For who are you wearing this kind of clothes?" he asked, and stood up from the couch, approaching you.

"Uhm... San? I told you before, I was gonna hang out with him." He raised his eyebrow, grabbing you hips and pushing you closer to him.

"You're not going outside like this." He said firmly, his hands now down on your ass, as he seemed to wanna protect it.

"Come on! San will be with me, you don't have to worry."

"In facts, i don't want him to see you like this."

You pulled him away, jokingly.

"Yeah... BYE!" Before he could stop you, you opened the door, and exited, closing it quickly. You ran down the stairs, giggling at the image of his red cheeks, from the angst and jealousy. You met San at a bar, at the center of the city you were living. You spent the entire afternoon with him, shopping, walking on the sidewalks watching the insides of the shops, eating delicious food, and taking photos and selfies every minute. You also posted some of them on your social media, where Wooyoung could also see them.

He noticed one of your selfies in particular, one where you were sitting next to San on a bench, his arm wrapped around your neck and his hand dangerously placed on the front of you right boob.

"Having fun, i see, like being touched by him, yeah?" Wooyoung texted you, before muting the phone so he could ignore your replies.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

He didn't read.

"Wooyoung?" still no reply.

"Youngie? What are you talking about??"

"Wooyoung. Don't ignore me."

"Are you dead or what?"

"Wooyounggggg I will send you a hundred texts if you don't respond me."

"Shit i'm coming home."

You lefted San alone, inventing an urgent excuse, and came back home. You didn't understand if you were worried or just angry, because of Wooyoung. When you opened the door, you saw him sat down on the couch, watching on his phone.

"Why the fuck you didn't replied to me?" you said, annoyed. You could spend another hour or two with your friend San, if Woo didn't act like a stupid, offended child.

"Oh! You're finally back." He looked at you, smirking. Making you feel more irritated. He approached you, and grabbed your hips, again. He bent over your ear, whispering:

"You didn't listen to me, babe. Such a bad girl."

He looked at your eyes again.

"But now that you are home, I'll lock the door, and give you the treat you deserve." he chuckled again, seeing you confused. He got closer to your ear, touching your opposite cheek, whispering again:

"If San can see you with this kind of clothes, i wanna see you without any."

"But Woo-" He suddenly dragged your skirt down, harshly, slapping you ass, and biting your lips, licking them with his tongue. You gasped at the exposure, you were quite angry with him, but the way his touch drived you crazy, made him keep going. Your body slowly melting between his arms.

"Just like this, be a good girl for once." He took off your top, leaving you only with your underwear. You dragged your hands under his t-shirt, your nails leaving bruises on his skin. He untied your bra, and started massaging your tits and licking your nipples, erecting them.

"Fuck Wooyoung, w-why?" you murmured, barely speaking already.

"Because you're fucking mine." He took you in his arms, heading towards your shared bedroom. He layed you on the bed and started undressing himself. When his cock was finally free, it was standing straight proudly, his tip red, and his veins pulsing by the horny thoughts that flowed in his head. He stroked it a few times, preparing for the imminent pleasure.

"Fuck babe you're gonna regret not listening to me."

"Wooyoung, please- Ah! Fuck!" you didn't even finish to speak, that he pulled his length inside of you, already pounding you hardly. You screamed his name, begging him not to be excessively rough.

"Woo! P-please slow down!"

"No babe, i know you can take it." In facts you could, but didn't like the idea of him being aggressive, you prefered vanilla sex, most of the times it was just a quick way to stress down the both of you. You've never tried it, in that way, the feeling was new, but somehow incredibly pleasant. He was groaning and moaning loudly, he always loved being the dominant one, seeing you go crazy over him.

"Yes, yes, yes, so fucking tight, gonna wide this little pretty pussy-"

"Wooyoung please! S-stop- no! Don't stop!"

"Tell me, do you think San could fuck you better?"

"No! No! No, please Wooyoung-"

"Shit, you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"Y-yes- Fuck!" You walls clenching so hard around his cock, while he was fucking you insanely fast and deeply. Your legs wrapped around his chest, your fingers clinging to the sheets, desperately. Your high, quickly coming.

"Fuck! Woo- Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Yeah baby, yes cum over me, gonna fuck you so bad-"

You instantly arched your back, as you reached your orgasm, screaming his name so loud, tears falling from you eyes, wetting your eyelashes. He didn't stop. He kept thrusting in you roughly, overstimulating you.

"Please stop! P-please I can't- t-take anymore-"

"No. You'll wait for me and for my cum." He sped up his moves, was it even possible?? his left hand was placed on your tummy, trying to keep you still. The right one, squeezing your neck, making it hard to breathe.

"Aaah- yeah so fucking good, take all of my cum." He said, pulling his dick out of you, taking it in his hand, and spreading his cum all over you body. He got closer to you, sliding his cock in your mouth.

"Yeah, suck it, lick it, swallow all of it." He kept moaning, at the feeling of your hot and wet tongue trying to stroke him. You choked a few times, it was too thick for you small mouth. After some minutes you took him out of you, breathing heavenly.

"So fucked out, i like it." He whispered, dressing up again. He pointed at you, looking into your exhausted eyes:

"Don't try to disobey me again, or else the punishment will be more rough, I warned you."

"O-okey..."

"Good, stay still, i'll bring you your clothes and some food." He said, and left the bedroom.

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armpirate · 9 months

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I hate how bad I want you (Part 2) || Choi San

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

pairing: Choi San x fem!reader || Boss x employee

w.c.: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut, dom!San x sub!reader, male masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), teasing, protected sex, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, multiple orgasms. If you're a minor, refrain from reading it. Also, if you don't like this content, just keep scrolling.

Summary: If you thought that making out with your boss in the office was the worst you could've done, you weren't ready for what was awaiting you at night.

Your legs shook nervously at the edge of your couch, as you tried to understand what was wrong with you and why you were so easy with San. Although you’d been thinking about it almost all day, you weren’t able to understand the nature of that kiss. You didn’t even know where it came from, but you for sure knew it felt good. The mere flashback of his tongue rubbing against yours got you pressing your thighs together when your core throbbed.

A frustrated moan came out from the back of your throat, as you threw your body over the couch. You wanted to be mad over the fact that he left you hanging, as if he were laughing at you for giving in after ranting what a shitty job he always did.

And seen from outside… You were indeed pathetic.

You’d always been professional, but that morning you threw it all over the board because Choi San kissed you unprompted. Not only he kissed you, he fucked your mouth with his tongue and got you waiting for more as he took off your panties.

Your panties.

You sat up again, as you reminded how he saved them inside his pocket and didn’t even think of returning them back to you. That thong, along with the bra it came with, cost you almost thirty dollars. Not only were they expensive, but they were comfortable and fitted on your body perfectly., making it perfect to wear with tight dresses or skirts -like the one you were wearing that day.

After a grief of two minutes, you felt enraged. Angry at his entitlement, annoyed at the victorious smirk on his face as he sat back on his chair… and furious at yourself for falling for it, and wanting more even now.

You had to interrupt all that inner outrage, when you had to stand up to open the door after somebody rang the bell. At first you thought it could be one of your neighbors for whatever reason. It was what made the most sense that late into the night. Or maybe it was your sister, finding a place to hide after she messed up back home.

But neither of your guesses were right.

Your body froze when you saw him standing there, one hand inside the pocket of his black slacks while he waited for you to say something.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” that should’ve stayed in your brain as a thought, but instead you rolled your tongue unconsciously.

San didn’t seem bothered by the question or the tone at all, he expected it from you. He looked down at your body. A quick look at your silk summer pajamas that fitted on you perfectly, and his eyes were back on yours. Another smirk before he stepped into your house without saying a thing.

You’d have thrown the jar on the shell over his head… if you hadn’t been so distracted by the way his body looked on that fit. His shoulders and back seemed wider under that black shirt, in contrast with his tiny waist -where the piece was tugged in his slacks. It wasn’t until he turned around again that you realized he wasn’t wearing glasses. It was probably the first time you saw him without them, and you had to admit he looked good. His foxy eyes looked even slitter. But that was probably the hottest part of him, because it only multiplied his harsh looks that could make anyone tremble if he only dared to look in their direction. You also noticed his hair was down, bangs covering his forehead -that usually was exposed because he tended to slick his hair to the sides.

He smiled proudly when he was aware of the way you were looking at him, sneaking the tip of your tongue through your lips to water them. And that annoying smile brought you back to reality. “How did you get my address?” you inquired, only earning a shrug from his shoulders and his lips puckering, “Not sure if you know, but looking at workers’ data for non-professional reasons is…”.

“Do you have wine glasses?” as usual, he ignored whatever you had to say to focus on whatever was convenient for him. It was then that you were aware of the wine bottle he was holding in his right hand -and that left right after on your dinner table.

“What the hell you mean?” you pinched your nose, trying to stay calm while he just stared at you with a funny smile. “I have nothing for you. If you have nothing job-related to discuss with me, you can go where you came from” you sentenced, pointing towards the door. You had enough with keeping up with him nine hours at work, to also have to stand him during your peace time.

He scoffed, looking away for one short second before his eyes were back on yours, stepping closer to you dangerously “Who said it’s not job-related?”.

Now that was when he got your attention, making you cross your arms over your chest while you just waited for him to explain himself. “We left something pending back in the office”.

“Oh, fuck you” you rolled your eyes, ready to kick him out. At least, until he sneaked his hand inside his pocket and got a piece of clothing that was so familiar to you.

“Thought you’d want them back”

You wanted them back, but not anymore. Not when it’d lead to him teasing you or being an asshole about it.

Instead of replying back, you made your way to the door, “Keep them, because that’s the closest you’ll ever be to…” but right when you were about to open it up for him, his chest was against your back and his hand slammed the door shut again.

“To what?” you turned to him after his question, with a challenging look ready to be thrown at him. You surely didn’t expect San to be so close, nor to feel so overwhelmed by being cornered by him, too intoxicated with his musky scent to think properly. “To fucking you?” his eyebrows frowned before he arched them again, with an arrogant look that, instead of pissing you off, was getting you started.

That reminded you how close it was to happening earlier that day. If he hadn’t left you hanging, you’d definitely have allowed him to get his way with you. That wasn’t even the worst part. What annoyed you the most was how he acted like nothing happened when he made you call everyone back in, or how he acted like you didn’t exist for the rest of the day.

Although… Maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

His eyes kept wandering over to you during the meeting, finding you with frowned eyebrows and a clenched jaw during the meeting, and finding it hard to hide his smile. And it was even harder for him to keep his eyes from you when you both went back to your respective desks. He kept going back to the part of your legs that was exposed under the desk, tempting himself to call you in and finish up what you had started just after imagining what you were hiding under that pencil skirt. It also made him feel relieved how Marshall wasn’t around you throughout the day, at least not while you were sitting in your desk -he was grateful for it, because he was done with seeing you flirting with him right in front of his office as if he couldn’t be aware of everything that was going on.

You moved your fingers around his chest, moving up over every single black button until your fingertips met with the exposed skin of his collarbone. His breathing was heavy, perfectly audible when you stood up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Yeah. So get out of here, shove that bottle up your ass while jerking off to my panties and fuck off”.

You pushed him away, opening up a gap just to be able to walk away from him. Although you were only able to take one step before his hand wrapped around your elbow and turned you around, not giving you time to process anything that was happening before his lips collided against yours.

Unsure if you wanted to resist him or your own self, your hands kept shoving against his chest, trying to break the kiss while his hands battled to keep you in place, with his fingers holding onto your waist -as if keeping both of your bodies together was a need for him.

Fighting against it was ridiculous. Because, while your brain wanted to slap his face for crossing a boundary with you, your arms were already traveling from his compact chest to wrap around his shoulders and your lips were sucking into his as if you hadn’t had enough of his taste earlier in the morning.

“You’re an asshole” you managed to say, while your lips were struggling to still be linked to his. San chuckled, hands wandering down your hips to your ass to press both of your bodies together.

“I’m whatever you want me to be” he bit your lip “, but I’m fucking you tonight”.

You were annoyed by his comment, but too turned on to stop. Taking a few steps while pushing him, you slammed his back against the door and kissed him again. Your mouths moved sloppily against one another, while your fingers unbuttoned his shirt, letting you sneak your fingers inside. A gasp interrupted the kiss when your fingers circled one of his nipples, taking the chance to slide your tongue in. You weren’t sure if it was the weather, or if it was just you two that made the place burn with every minute that went by.

It was the tinkling sound of his belt being unbuckled that made San aware how in control you were, making your bodies turn so you were against the door now. He didn’t play around as much as you did, he had been waiting enough all these months to be wasting his time, and he showed it clear when your body jumped at the first feeling of his fingers sliding between your folds, adding some more pressure on your clit before he moved them back “So wet” he hummed, spreading wet kisses all over your jaw. “You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?”.

“Just shut the fuck up” you sighed, pulling him for another kiss, dragging his sleeves down his arms so he’d be showing more skin that you did. And if you thought that’d make him keep his lips shut and fuck you, you were so wrong.

Excitement rushed over your body when he pulled your pajamas pants down, along with your panties, and lifted you in his arms. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his body while you both just breathed on each other’s mouths, while your core kept leaking with every superficial rub of his abs against your core. His eyes were tinted with a darker tone, in a whole lot of filthy scenarios where you were the main, and only, character.

Your body bounced with the way he laid you on the dinner table, but you didn’t have time to bother about the pain in your ass before his lips were on yours again. More aggressive, more possessive, than before.

San parted your legs wide, mouth salivating at your glistening pussy ready for him to the point that he had to control himself. At least until he got you to admit out loud how bad you wanted him.

Your pussy clenched, and you could feel all your arousal leaking, when he unzipped his pants and lowered them along with his underwear, kicking them with his feet away, and you got to see his cock for the first time. Eyes focused on the veins that went from his balls to his dark pink tip, dying to feel each one of them deep in your core. Your legs spread a bit wider when both of his hands laid next to your hips, on the table, as his body covered yours -so close that you felt the tip of his dick ghosting over your clit.

“Not going to shove the bottle up my ass, but I’m going to take your advice” he whispered, trapping your earlobe between his teeth while he rubbed his tip through your folds. The skin of his forearms traced the curves of your body as he inclined more, until he reached the panties he had been carrying with him almost since he took them off you in the morning.

You were confused, even more when he wrapped his cock with the fabric. With his tip still digging in your folds, he spit on it, spreading it all over cock, before he moved his hips back a little -not too far from you, but enough so there would be no contact between you. He moved his hand up and down, barely gripping on his shaft, along with your lace thong.

Unsure of what was more killing -if the tiny waves of air that were sent to your core with every one of his movements, the fact that he was touching himself in front of you with your underwear or the way he was looking at you. He went on for a few seconds, tilting his head before he spoke again “Be a good girl and admit you want me to fuck you” not that smirk, “two words and my cock will be rearranging your guts until tomorrow”.

You tried your way with actions, moving your hand towards him, but always getting blocked by his free hand while a mischievous chuckle left his lips. Pride flew out the window the second you fell for his kiss for the second time, so admitting you wanted him shouldn’t have been so hard. “San, please…” you sighed, in need of being touched again.

“Please what?” he teased you, proud to be getting what he wanted, feeling his cock twitch in his hand before you even pronounced those words.

“Fuck me” you sat up, stopping the movement of his hand. “Although, maybe you’re all talk and it’ll end up being disappointing”.

His smile dropped slowly, a serious look replacing it in all his factions before he drew his tongue on the inside of his lower lip. You offered him a challenge, and he was determined to give you the best fuck of your life.

Your panties flew away somewhere in the room. Your attention was too focused on where they landed, that a surprise whimper got caught up in your throat when San’s lips enclosed around your hard nipple, circling his tongue and closing his teeth around it, making your back arch. With a thin link of spit still connecting his lips to your button, he changed to your other nipple, while all you could go was grinding against him for some type of relief.

A trail of kisses marked the way from your tits to your pussy, where San sinked his face in without giving it a second thought -the vibrations of his groan as he got a taste of you hitting your core, and making your whole body tremble in consequence. He tried to cover with his mouth as much as possible, his tongue was everywhere -your entrance, your lips, your clit…

“I see you can put your tongue to good use when you want to” you teased him, instantly shutting up and throwing your head back at the combination of his nose on your clit and his tongue going further into you.

You were unable to control your own moans, nor your own body when your hand pressed his head closer to you, grinding your hips against his flat tongue. “San, please” you cried, when he wrapped his arm around your hip, keeping you in place before he got back in control, separating your lips with two of his fingers to uncover your clit. Your legs closed around his face when his tongue first touched your button directly, and you had a hard time staying still when he also slid two of his fingers in, fucking you with them while his tongue worked on you.

“Shit” you whimpered. A moan that only encouraged him to go faster, loving the way your lips were parted and your eyebrows frowned when you came all over his face.

For a second, your body felt light, it was as if you were floating, and only being brought back to reality when San grabbed you by your jaw, pressing his fingers on your cheeks to open your mouth and spit on it, just to kiss you right after. You’d never been into that before, in any other circumstances you’d have stopped everything that was happening, but the way he did it and the taste of his spit with your cum made your sensitive pussy throb while you felt his tongue playing with yours.

San stopped your hand, when you were about to wrap your fingers around him and kept your body in place as he saw your intentions to return the favor. “If you suck me off now, I’ll cum before I can even get to fuck you”. he kissed you behind your ear “You have no idea how bad I want to be balls deep inside you”.

Taking things to your bedroom was a better idea than keeping it on the dinner table, your ass definitely was thanking you.

You heard San cursing when he joined you on the bed, a short moment of panic coming through your mind as the thought of him leaving now came up “I need to get a condom”. But before he could stand up, you grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him for a kiss again.

“I have some on the nightstand”.

San smirked, moving away from you only to open up the drawer. The pleased gasp that came from him made you support yourself on your elbows, finding him with a wicked smile while holding up the elastic vibrator that’s kept you company some nights “What a naughty girl” he left it back where he found it, getting one of the shiny packages to wrap himself with the latex.

He rubbed his cock on your drenched pussy, collecting all of your juices before sticking his tip in “Maybe next time we should use it” he suggested, eyes fixed on you while his thumb circled your clit slowly. “Fucking you with it while I eat you out, or maybe even using it while I fuck you, both of your holes completely full”. Just the thought of it made your pussy squeeze his tip tight, and he knew you were ready to take him completely in.

Your head was drowned into the pillow, but even then your moans were perfectly audible while San pounded into you hard. One hand on your hips, and another one keeping your back arched as he fucked you from behind.

“You take me so good” you heard him groan over you, followed by a loud and hard slap that made your ass itch after. “Such a good whore for me” he thrusted deeper, stopping when his pelvis hit your ass.

He moved his hips back, almost taking his cock out, except for the tip, just to thrust back into you hard. “Only mine. Right, babe?”

Your lack of words got him moving his hips back and forth fast again, almost painfully, pushing to the edge just to hear how you were his from your own lips, desperate for the third orgasm, completely lost for him.

San pulled you up, a tight grip on your nape to put your back against his chest, while you were still recovering from your high. “Ready for the last one?” he whispered into your ear, giving open mouthed kisses all over your shoulder.

“Hmm” you nodded. Your whole body was sore, you didn’t think you’d be able to make it or another round, yet there you were, nodding and wanting more. You were acting as if you had been sex deprived for years and he finally gave you the key to heaven -and it wasn’t exactly like that, but he was the best you had in a long time. “I want to ride your cock” you muttered, moving your hips back every single time his fingers dared to get near to your core.

You felt him move behind you, and saw him lying on the other side of the bed right after. Pleasure mixed with pain installed in your face as you sat on him, feeling every inch filling your walls again. You started rocking your hips up and down, eyes wandering over the man you had under you. A thin coat of sweat was covering his torso, while drops of it rolled down his temples and neck. His hair was completely wet, with his bangs stuck to his forehead, almost covering part of his eyes. And you assumed you were in the exact same condition, because of how your bodies cling together with every bounce you made, or how your hair felt heavier and difficult to handle.

In need for more, both of your hands wrapped around his sweaty neck, making the sounds of your bodies clapping against one another louder. The squeaky sounds of your bed, your loud moans and harsh slaps from him on your ass, the headboard hitting the wall with -almost- a rhythmic sound… All mixed together only helped to increase the high that was building inside of you. Added to all those sounds, you could also hear some hard knocks from the other side of the wall. But you were too far gone in pleasure to care about your neighbors at all.

Your hands covered San’s mouth before he spoke again, now feeling his groans and complaints against the palm of your hand. Thing that only lasted a few minutes, because he pulled your ankles about your head, making your body lean over his. He started a drilling move against your core, hitting perfectly in a particular spot that almost made you faint in pleasure when you came for the fourth time with a loud scream. But San kept fucking you, hands now holding onto your ass until he stayed balls deep inside you, letting you feel his cock twitching as he spilled inside the condom.

It took you a while to recover from your orgasm, hiding your face on his neck while you felt both of your hearts pumping fast and hard against each other’s chests.

A silent whine came out of you when you moved your hips up again, getting ready to get used to feeling empty again. Neither of you exchanged words, you didn’t talk, you didn’t even look at each other, when you stood up and closed inside the bathroom.

It seemed like you were finally aware of what had happened when you looked in the mirror. You were completely fucked out. Disheveled hair, your cheeks with a tint of red, body completely sweaty… Yeah, it definitely was a good fuck. But you couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that it happened with your boss, that you swore you wouldn't even give water to if he ever needed it.

Shit.

With a hand on the knob, you thought that maybe he regretted it just as much as you. He either already left, or maybe he’d be getting dressed and ready to leave.

You forgot it was San you were talking about.

You were too stunned to speak when you saw him lying comfortably on your bed: still naked, with his arms crossed behind his head, one ankle over the other, while he stared at the ceiling.

“Are you planning on staying the night or what?” you asked confused.

He finally looked in your direction, glaring a cocky smile at you “Are you kicking me out?”

“Yes” you nodded, with both hands on your hips.

You thought you’d have enough with your own guilt, to be waking up next to him the next morning.

Seeing he wouldn’t get up, you joined the bed momentarily only to push him out. Seeing that he was finally standing up, you pushed him from behind out of your room. He collected all of his clothes, although as soon as you saw him with his boxers and slacks on, you pushed him towards the door.

“Are you seriously making me drive this late? he kept complaining while he walked guided by you.

“Aww, yes, poor you, having to drive your Audi back home. How inconsiderate I am”

He stepped outside, and you were sure you heard a word or sound from him, but you closed the door before you could engage in another discussion with him.

Your body felt lighter again, as you sighed and rested it against the door. While you were collecting your clothes from the floor, you thought that the only positive thing you got out of that slip -apart from those four amazing orgasm- was getting your thing back. Although when you looked for them, around the place where he threw it to, it wasn’t there anymore.

“That little shit”.

#ff #smut #one shot #reader insert #san #choi san #san smut #ateez #choisanxreader #sanxreader #armpirate

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tainted-by-skeletons · 12 days

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Reader X Affection-phobe Sans (One Shot)

I've been dating my neighbor Sans for almost a week now. He's never seemed interested in being intimate with me, other than the fact that he's dating someone like me in the first place. I've been wanting to get physical with him but the most I can get out of him are sweet little pecks when nobody is looking. I thought that he was just uncomfortable with PDA so I had Papyrus stay the night somewhere else. And yet, Sans insisted on sleeping on his couch that night. So no luck there. Some days I can't hold myself back.

“Sans.”

“Yeah Babe?”

“Come kiss meee~” I said one day while we were sitting on the couch.

“Um! Er… it's uhh- it's awkward when you ask like that you know.”

I frowned at him.

“Then just close your eyes okay?”

Sans looked away for a moment, then looked back at me and closed his eyes tight like he was waiting to be slapped.

“Hey! Don't do that! You look like you're expecting me to hit you!”

Sans sighed.

“You know… you've got some bad taste.”

“What?! Where is that coming from?”

“Heheh. I really like you but. Out of all the monsters ya could have gone after, why me? I'm like, the only person who can't give you what ya want.”

“It's not like that at all. I don't know how to explain it but… ever since I met you I've always been really… curious about you. I guess. It's like, I don't know… there's just something I want to figure out about you.”

“So what's gonna happen when ya do figure it out?”

“I have a feeling there's always gonna be something to be curious about. I just… I want to always find out more about you.”

Sans turned away from me again. He had a strange half smile on his blushing face.

“I have an idea. Meet me in your room after dinner.”

“Uh… mmmokay. When did we decide you're staying for dinner?”

“Now.”

“Oh boy.”

I snuggled up to Sans and was happy to receive an awkward arm around my shoulder. We watched TV for a bit longer before Sans made us both hotdogs for dinner.

“It's a good thing you're not picky.”

“Picky would not be your problem. You don't know this but I come over for dinner rarely because I can't handle eating all the junk food you do.”

“It's a good life.”

“Hahaha jerk.”

We finished dinner and as always, Sans took my dishes before I could even consider washing them.

“You uhhh. Wanted to do something. Right?”

“Yup! I'm gonna go get ready.” I said before bolting up the stairs, giggling along the way.

When I went inside Sans’ room, I took off my usual clothes and put on a skirt I left at his place, one of his T-shirts, and one of his hoodies. I took off only one sock and found a shoelace to use as a sort of headband. Then I turned off the lights. With Sans’ blackout curtains, it made the room completely dark when the lights were off.

“Saaaans! You can come up now!”

Not long later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and then towards the room.

“Don't turn on the light.”

“What?”

Sans opened the door and I hid behind it.

“Don't turn on the light. We're going to play a game.”

“Uhhh. 'kay.”

“First try to find me.”

“Heheh. Alright.”

Sans walked around the room blindly with his hands held out in front of him. Eventually I felt his shoulder brush against my arm.

“I'm right here.”

“Yeah I can hear ya grinning.”

“Hehehehehe~”

Sans patted my chest once or twice before he realized what he touched and jumped back.

“Sorry!”

“It's okay! Really. You're gonna have to touch me to play the game.”

“Uhhh. What are we doing?”

“You're going to guess what I'm wearing just by touch!”

“Hmmm… You're not gonna jump my bones or anything right?”

“Hahaha! No! Come on! Humor me.”

“Ahhh… alright.”

To make it easier on himself, Sans started with my feet.

“Heheh. Are ya only wearing one sock?”

“Yup! You got it! What are you…”

The one type of affection Sans never hesitated to give was…

“Ah! Hahahaha hey stop!”

Tickling.

“Heheh. Alright alright.”

Sans slid a hand up my leg. I gasped quietly as my skin felt a tingle rise up my body.

“Mn. Is this your skirt?”

“Mnhm.”

I heard Sans’ knees pop as he rose up to stand. He stumbled a little and grabbed my hips hard. His head fell into my neck. I was able to keep us upright, thankfully. Sans was very light. Sans stepped in between my legs and moved his hands up to my waist to stand again.

“Sorry…” He whispered into my neck.

“Y…You're okay.”

Hands still pressed against my waist, Sans stood completely still for a moment. Still other than the subtle shaking.

“Why are you so scared of affection?”

“I'm not!-*sigh* I have no idea. Okay?”

I took his hands in mine.

“I'm not going to be disappointed.”

Sans was silent. He let our hands fall and let go. I didn't know what he was going to do. So I was very surprised when I felt firm hands hold around my waist. Then they let go as Sans let out a soft,

“Hm.”

And he felt around the soft fluff on his signature hooded jacket.

“Hey… are you wearing my jacket?” Sans' voice was a little quieter than usual.

“Yeah. There's other stuff too.”

Sans went back to my waist again and rubbed the shirt fabric in his fingers.

“Is this my shirt too?”

“Yeah. You're good at this game.”

“Heheh. It's not hard. Did I get everything?”

“Nope. There's still one thing you haven't even felt yet.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Sans slowly moved his hands up my torso, pressing into my ribs. I wasn't surprised he was curious about them. Sans moved his hands to the front before he reached my neck, barely grazing over my breasts. I had to hold in a gasp to avoid him getting worried. Sans felt around my bare neck until he was sure he couldn't find anything. Then he finally moved up to my head.

“What’s this? A ribbon?”

“No.”

“Is it… a jacket string?”

“No. Don't worry. I wouldn't take out your jacket string.”

Sans played with my hair with his other hand while he guessed. It took him a while.

“Haha. It's a shoelace?”

“Yup!”

“You weirdo.”

“Hehehehe!~”

“Heheh.”

To my surprise, Sans put his hands on my waist again. Eager for closeness, I stepped towards him carefully.

“You know… I can actually see your eyes.”

“Yeah? The little white lights?”

“Yeah. I didn't know they could actually glow in the dark. Er… hehe I mean like. I didn't think they were really… lights! You know?”

“Hmhm~ yup. They glow. Do they creep you out?”

“I feel like they should… but they don't. I like seeing you… knowing you're here.”

Slowly, the lights disappeared. I heard a soft rustle as something pressed against my lips. I closed my eyes and kissed Sans. This wasn't his usual peck. He didn't immediately pull away like usual. I could feel the warmth of his face and I could feel how his mouth was just a little bit open. As if he was communicating that I could explore if I wanted. So I did. I curiously poked his bottom lip with my tongue.

“Mn…” A soft almost worried sound escaped Sans.

But his hands gripped my waist tighter and he pulled me into him. He inhaled long and hard. Like he was getting ready to hold his breath for however long he needed to. By instinct, we tilted our heads and pressed into each other. Kissing so deeply felt amazing. There's something I love about intimacy. When you feel like your body is melting into the other person's to become one for a moment.

“Mmmmmn~”

I wrapped my hands around Sans’ neck as he softly nipped my bottom lip. I playfully licked the side of his mouth in response. Then he finally decided to start really exploring. Slowly, Sans' tongue entered my mouth like a snake coming out of his hiding place after the longest sleep. I was so excited I closed my lips around his tongue and sucked on it. Begging for more contact. More intimacy.

“Mmmnn!”

Sans' moan reverberated against my lips and left them feeling tingly. Suddenly he grabbed my waist and back and held me tight against him as his tongue reached deeper into me. Our heads moved up and down in sync. We twisted and swapped positions in order to explore every part of the other. Biting, sucking, licking. Until we ran out of breath.

“Haaah~” I sighed.

“Can we…” Sans started. “Play this game again sometime?”

#undertale #fanfiction #x reader #sans x reader #lime #undertale fanfiction #reader is female #sans #make out #oneshot

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cheshirecryptid · 1 year

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Before Robin is out to her parents, they keep trying to force her to dress more feminine to attract an boyfriend; they keep buying her high femme clothes that she hates and would never be seen dead in. She doesn’t want to get rid of them because that feels like a waste but also doesn’t know what to do with them until one night when Steve is over and she dares him to put on one of the dresses. He protests at first but relents and puts it on; he keeps wearing it for the rest of the night. The next time they have a sleepover, Steve hesitantly asks if he can wear it again and Robin is ecstatic when he confesses that he likes them.

After that, Robin gives him all the dresses and skirts that her mom gets her. They don’t all fit, but she loves seeing her friend so comfortable. Steve starts giving her some of his old clothes as well.

Although Robin starts wearing his clothes out regularly, Steve knows he has to be more stealthy about it. He only wears them in the evenings when Robin is over and no other time because he knows the party are apt to knock on his door as soon as he starts to relax and he doesn’t think he could handle it if they thought it was weird.

When Dustin first finds the clothes, he confronts Steve about not telling him about his new girlfriend and angrily asks how he could do this to Robin. Steve huffs out a response about it being none of his business and says that he and Robin are not and never have been dating. That night, he moves the clothes to a spare room so no one else will find them. Dustin pesters him about it repeatedly until he sees that the clothes are no longer in his room and drops it.

They find out about his new style of dress on accident. The party shows up unannounced during one of his and Robins movie nights. Robin is the one to open the door, thinking that it’s probably the pizza they ordered earlier. She doesn’t even have time to react before they push their way inside.

She can pinpoint the exact time they see Steve, wearing a long red skirt with a slit on the side, because they all fall silent. Mike is the first to break the silence, asking what the hell Steve is wearing. Steve freezes and turns his gaze to the floor as Dustin starts to laugh at him for wearing his girlfriends clothes. Will is the first one who gets it. He quickly shuts them up by telling Steve that it suits him. Max agrees but says that she thinks that pink would suit him better before throwing herself on the couch as if nothing happened. Steve looks up to smile at them. The boys (sans will) don’t really get what’s going on, but realize that they were going a little too far with their teasing and mumble about it looking good. El is very confused to say the least but asks if he wants to go shopping with her and Max next time they go.

The tension breaks after that and they all settle in to watch the movie. As the credits roll he looks down at all the kids sleeping on the floor and against the couch and smiles to himself as his eyes start to get misty. Robin turns and looks up at him from where she’s tucked against his side. “I told you it would be fine dingus, you raised them well,” she whispers to him, nudging him gently with her arm, “They love you”

He laughs quietly as small tears form, “I love them too.”

#Steve and robins friendship means everything to me and I will protect it till the day I die #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley

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ichinawa-aizawa · 3 years

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Pretty Poison - Izuku Midoriya

Warnings: Dark Content! Incest (big brother Izuku x sister reader), Degradation, Some Manipulation / Coercion, Possessive Behavior

Notes: 3.2k words. Please read at your own discretion! To reiterate the warnings this is dark content. I’ve had this brain rot for a bit and just had to yeet it into existence. 💜

You are too pretty for your own good. So pretty it’s tempting, sinful, a one way ticket to hell for the brother who can’t close his eyes without imagining how your panties must cling to your pussy.

Izuku’s mouth is dry, feels like the fake cotton at the top of pill bottles. He wants to sink his fingers into the fat of your thighs and flip your skirt over your hips so he can see the perfect wet folds that you’re hiding between your legs.

Maybe this is on purpose. Inviting him over to your new apartment, telling him you wanted to watch a movie like old times, only you’re dressed like a little whore. “Cause I’m gonna see my friends later, Izu,” you explained as he blushed at your appearance. “Don’t you think it’s cute?”

He thinks it’s fucking slutty, and he hates how seeing your hard, perfect nipples through your white tank makes his cock weep for you.

Some stupid chick flick is playing on the tv; it’s just static to his ears, the world around him feels fuzzy as his attention narrows in on where you sit next to him. All plump flesh and smooth skin, one bare leg tossed over his so your skirt rides up your thigh.

You are the last person he’s supposed to want. Strong but oh so darling, with lashes that flutter every time you chirp his name. Nii-san. Naughty, poisonous, always getting him into trouble and leading him around with veiled intentions and failed promises.

You’ve always pushed his buttons, teased him, especially when he was younger and smaller. Back when he was weaker (though, he's feeling quite weak at the moment). “When are you gonna get big and strong so I don’t have to protect you, Izu?”

Now, now, he's broad and laden with power, muscles ripple under his skin and his jaw and tongue are sharp. Hero work has hardened him, covered him in scars that cut deeper than your forked tongue ever has. Your temptations won’t break him, just wear at his sanity.

Because Izuku can tease, too.

“You need a bra,” he clicks his tongue against his teeth, verdant eyes settling on the swell of your chest, “Gonna poke somebody’s eye out.”

He punctuates his point by flicking your nipple fast and hard, enough to make your mouth pop open with a whine as you recoil and cup your tits.

“Ow, Izu," you pout, pretty lips pushed outward and voice almost childlike as you complain, "That's gonna leave a bruise.” You’re soothing your sore nipple with your thumb as you put a little more distance between your body and his on the couch, and Izuku has to press his fingertips into his thighs to keep himself from stopping you, from gripping your hips and pulling you on top of him.

“If I wanted to leave a bruise I could,” he breathes, feeling his own gaze growing heavy.

He knows you’re smart enough to read between those lines, and you do. He can see the heat on your cheeks as you narrow your eyes, giving him that look that used to terrify him when you were kids. It still makes his cock twitch.

You’ve always been impish, something devilish simmering in your blood like forbidden fruit spoiling in the sun. He wants to eat you up before you go bad. He needs to.

It’s that darkness that keeps him running back to you, keeps him saying yes even when you invite him over to watch a movie he hates. He’s done everything you ever asked, and he knows it’s not out of love.

He wants you to want him: he craves your attention as much as he yearns to have your slick pool against his tongue.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll make you kiss it better, nii-san.” Your lighthearted tone is accompanied by a giggle and a bat of your eyelashes, and Izuku knows his control is slipping.

“You won’t.” It’s bait.

“That a challenge, Deku?” You still say his nickname with mockery, you don’t cheer it like the public does for their hero. Because he’s not a hero to you, never has been. He’s just your whiny big brother, whose green hair is unkempt like a forest floor and whose cheeks always flush pink just at the sight of your panties in the laundry.

He might be bigger, shoulders testing the limits of his shirt’s elasticity, and stronger than nearly every other hero, but that doesn’t change what he is to you. Just a needy, petulant brother.

But he is raring to change your perceptions, to make your knees buckle and your ego crumble, make you quake and fall apart like the buildings he's always saving people from. Will you let him save you? He thinks, if he plays his cards right, you will.

“Yeah, it’s a challenge. And like always you’ll chicken out—”

A flash of color catches his eye—baby blue, a delicate, powder blue pressed tightly against sweet, wet flesh.

Suddenly his dry mouth is salivating.

You’ve thrown your leg over his lap, figure dark against the luminescence of the screen playing behind your shoulders.

Izuku takes the initiative to pull your flimsy little tank-top strap down your arm. He’s surprised at how thick his fingers look against you; he expected it, of course, he knows he’s so much bigger than you now, but it’s the actual difference that catches him off guard. He could hurt you with his hands, break you.

Your tit spills out in front of his face, nipple puffy and achingly hard. He sinks his fingertips into the fat of your breast without hesitation.

“Yeah,” he switches his gaze from your chest up to your face, some kind of satisfaction building in his gut at the sight of you so wide eyed and nearly afraid, “Let nii-san kiss it better.”

His tongue is hot and flat against your nipple, licking a long, slow stripe. Your skin is sweet, the bud of your nipple rolling against his tongue as he curls it upwards and flicks.

Jade eyes stare up into yours, mirth filling his pupils until they’re so dark you can see your own reflection.

“Ah—fuck, y-you can’t just look at me while you do that!”

“Why’s that?” He catches your fragile skin between his teeth, careful with his sharp canines as he pulls at the peak of your nipple. You buck forward in his lap, fingernails digging into his shoulders as a hiss sounds through your clenched jaw.

“Just, just cause.”

Izuku can practically hear your sanity snapping, your thoughts hazy as the perverse lust he feels creeps over the ends of your nerves.

He stuffs your whole nipple into his mouth, groaning and suckling against you as his hands trail up your thighs. You’re quivering, legs cinching around his lap like you’re trying to hide what he’s about to discover.

Greedy, his tongue laps at your tit, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips, and all the while you rock in his lap and let out pretty little moans.

"Izu--Oh, oh, nii-san…"

Thin cotton greets his fingertips, your panties cutting into the curve of your hips like strings wrapped around a present. He toys with the material, fingers snapping the elastic and skimming the hem until he dips lower. One of your hands fists into his thick hair when his thumb circles your clit. Your knuckles tug at the roots, making his stomach twist at the twinge of pain that travels down to his cock.

"You feel how wet I make you?” He pants.

The way your slick is dribbling over his fingers, overflowing from the sides of your little blue panties is obvious to the both of you, and that seems to annoy you.

You huff, turning your head away to look at anything but him as he plays with you. Your folds are soft, slippery, sucking in the edges of your panties as he rubs two fingers against your covered hole while his thumb makes your clit swell from the friction.

“God you’re such a fucking pervert,” but you’re the one rolling in his lap, pushing his head into the valley of your breasts so he will swirl his hot tongue across your nipple.

Izuku's cock is throbbing in his sweats, so hard and full of blood that it’s arched up toward his stomach, flushed tip taking in air as it protrudes from his waistband. You lurch forward from his touch when he presses particularly hard against your clit, your pelvis bumping against his swollen tip. He repeats the action to keep you moving, riding, sliding against his cock until his neck beads with sweat.

“I’ll stop if you want me to.” He doesn’t want to, but he’s nice enough to give you a way out. He’ll let you scurry away with your tail between your legs before you come crawling back for more.

“N-no,” you let out a heavy moan, one that bears the weight of your all broken rationalities, “F-feels too good.”

Smirking, Izuku gathers the front of your panties into his fist, pulling up until the fabric cuts into your clit and creates pressure. Your head falls back, spine arching as you shamelessly drive your hips forward, gliding your clit against your panties.

“You’re nothing but a desperate little whore, aren’t you? Just a few touches and you’re going to let your big brother fuck you.”

He pulls the threads tighter, threatening to rip the delicate piece of clothing if he jerks any harder. Your head nods quickly, lips closing and parting as you try to speak against the currents of pleasure.

“Y-you can touch me, but we can’t, we can’t—”

Your voice cracks as the hand unoccupied by your panties pries your fingers off his shoulder, his arm shoving your hand between your bodies so your palm presses against the fat cock straining against his stomach.

Oh, he can touch you? You're allowing him--as if it's a little treat? No, you're just as eager as he is. He knows this. But the way you're pretending is kind of cute, trying to convince yourself despite the fact that you're already slutted out on top of him.

“You sure about that? You sure you don’t wanna feel nii-san’s big, hard cock in your pussy?”

A grunt leaves Izuku's chest as you shove down his pants and boxers enough to envelop him in your little fist, silken skin sliding against the sweat of your palm.

He can hear you curse into the back of your mouth, little whispers of fuck and oh my god stuck in your throat. He’s proud of how well hung he is, and he’s even more conceited with the knowledge of how many girls he’s had cum all over his cock. You’ll be the next victim, he’ll make sure of it.

Both of his hands go to work on your cunt. He keeps your panties pulled tight against your clit with one, while the other pushes past the hem to prod at your slit. You’re panting, quick, hot breaths fanning down over his face as you continue to move in his lap; fist pumping, hips rolling, a little nympho full of life and lust.

Two fingers stuff into you, wet, gummy walls sloshing and sucking around the digits.

“Fuck, you’re tight for a little slut. Maybe I won’t fit.”

He knows you don’t like to feel inadequate.

“No! You’ll—” mewling, you sit deeper in his lap, taking his fingers farther inside of you, “You’ll fit, I promise.”

Didn't take long for your tune to change.

“Oh you promise?” Izuku grins wide, canines catching the dim light from the credits that roll on the forgotten screen.

“Yes, yes, I promise, Izu, promise, want your cock so bad,” it’s all jumble between your whines and moans, your hand squeezing around the length of his cock.

He had no doubt that you’d be needy, but this? Your cunt squelching and drooling, the way you’re begging so easy, eyes finally looking back at him and pleading. This is just shameful. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izuku leans back into the couch, hands unwinding from your panties and pussy and instead make a mess against your hips under your skirt.

“Go on, then. Put me inside you.”

You sit and blink at him for a moment, lashes glistening with remnants of tears. You always look so darling like that, big eyes and pouty lips.

It doesn’t take you long to do what he says. You finally peer down and actually look at his cock, all swollen and fat and leaking pre just for you. The sight makes you gulp; he can feel the way your muscles tighten at the realization that you’re about to be seated on something that large.

“You're not… Not gonna help me?” You look worried now, and Izuku immediately takes pity on you, his poor little sister.

“I will, sweet girl. Push your panties to the side, and I'll help guide you down, alright?”

You nod like you’re dumb, but he knows you’ve just gone a little stupid with lust and shame.

Your fingers pluck at his cock, moving his sweats down his thick, powerful thighs so you can spread yourself over him. He groans when he feels your squishy, tight flesh begin to suck in the tip of him, walls opening to let him sink inside of you.

The flames of hell race up his back when he’s hit with the realization that he's finally taking you. You. It’s like the final conquest for him, the ultimate frontier of your gorgeous, willing, pliant body finally being his.

“Good girl,” he coos, hands splaying across your ass so he can help ease you down, “good girl, so, so good for your big brother.”

Your face lights up at the praise, cunt gliding down his shaft. You’re snug around him, warm and delicate, your juices spilling out and down Izuku's fat balls.

As much as he wants to, as much as his ego wants to, he knows he’s not going to last long. But he’s wound you up so tightly, can even feel your swollen clit sliding against him, so he knows you don’t need much to come undone.

He watches you with the sickest delight, his teeth gritted as he admires how your perfect pussy fully engulfs his cock. Dark green hair curls against you, and he decides you look prettiest with his cock bulging in your belly.

“So big, Izu, fuckfuck, feel so full of you.”

He has to convince himself not to combust right here and now when those words fall out of your mouth. Izuku holds in a breath as he starts to bounce you on his cock, your tits jostling with every thrust and your lips parting to moan involuntarily with every movement.

It’s overwhelming to be inside of you. Izuku suddenly wants to do everything to you. His body aches to pull your hair, to slap your face, to spank you until you’re crying his name. He wants to pop his thumb in your ass and bite your tits until you bruise. He wants to overpower you, he wants to own you, in every way.

His name comes out as a moan when his cock hits that particularly soft, spongy spot in the depths of your cunt and he decides this won’t be the last time he fucks you. You're his now. There's no going back.

It’s hard for him to find a rhythm when you feel this good, this tight and warm. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as he does all the work, beefy arms lifting you up and down, up and down, over and over again in his lap. His soaked balls sound so good slapping against your ass.

“Bet you look so pretty when you cum, don’t you?”

You’re already fucked out, the width of his cock making your eyes see colors and your ears buzz. It takes you a second to register his words and nod in accordance, a little mumble of yes resounding between the chorus of skin hitting skin.

“You wanna cum for me? Cum all over nii-san’s cock?”

He was using the title as a jab earlier, but now it feels heavier in his mouth. This time it means more than a jest, a prod at your ego. Now it’s some fucked up promise, an authority that has you dissolving into a puddle on his lap.

“Please, please,” you beg, using your legs to balance and fuck yourself on his cock as he barrels into you, “Please, make me cum, nii-san.”

All it takes is a few swirls of his thumb on your abused clit for the muscles in your tummy to spasm and your cunt to cinch around him. Cream spurts around Izuku's cock, thick and hot like honey. You scream his name, loud enough for neighbors to hear, loud enough to rattle his bones and make his heart ache. The column of your neck arches back, your tits heave, and you are the prettiest poison to ever seep into his veins.

Izuku pulls you up on his cock, the tip popping out of you as he begins to spew strings of cum onto your pussy. He pulls your panties underneath his cockhead to catch every stream, his seed seeping into the already wet fabric, then he watches with glassy eyes as the blue cotton disappears into a pool of white.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, forehead falling to his shoulder, “Ohmygod.”

The sourness of shame is setting in. You climb off his lap and fix your shirt, nipples staining the thin fabric with his spit.

“You alright?” He doesn’t even bother to tuck his cock back into his pants, instead he cups his empty balls and throws an arm behind his head in satisfaction.

You run your fingers through your hair, shaking your head in disbelief, “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever fucking experienced and it’s because I fu—" You shake your head. "I’m not even gonna say it.”

You can't say it, Izuku assumes, so he gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

You just let your brother fuck you to his heart's content. You got off while stuffed full of his cock. You don't have to say the words out loud. He knows and you know, and that's all that matters for now.

“Fuck. I have plans, I can’t go out like this.” You motion to your wrinkled skirt, to the droplets of cum creeping down your thigh.

“You can and you will,” Izuku clears his throat, thankful his voice doesn't crack midway through the command, “And you’ll come back home so I can check that you’re still soaked in my cum.”

The look on your face tells him that he’s won. You’re stunned, put in your place, but you’re smiling like you can’t wait to see what else your big brother has in store for your pussy.

When you do end up leaving, looking only slightly less disheveled, Izuku walks you down to your friend's car, his hand too low on your back and even slipping to your ass. The light squeeze he gives it before you bend to slide in the passenger side is a promise. He has so much more to give you.

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sie-rui · 3 years

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hello!! i love your works <33

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJVKQJWB/ (watch this tiktok for reference)

but anyways, doing this trend with yuzuha,emma and hinata during toman’s meeting after a girl’s day out and how the boys wld react to it, also i rarely see any works for the girls, they are literally the best girls😭😭<33 (and maybe make it a slight mitsuya x reader too😳 i love him so much☹️)

❀ HELL SHELL | TOKYO REVENGERS 🤍 shiba yuzuha + sano emma + tachibana hinata ( + tokyo manji gang ) 💿 female reader, second pov (you/your), fluff, chaotic toman, overprotective toman, platonic relationship, pining, au - everyone loves / nobody dies, headcanon 📅 july 21, 2021 🔗 masterlist ,, tiktok

mitsuya takashi has a little crush on someone who's friends with the girls. he gets... jealous seeing them doing a tiktok.

☆ Toman’s meeting, to everyone’s surprise, was held at late afternoon today rather than deep into the evening.

☆ It was mostly because Mikey was threatened to do dinner that night because Emma was out with you and the rest of the girls while Shinichiro was with Izana in the Philippines.

☆ Draken loves Emma but did that girl really believe that her brother was responsible enough to cook anything edible?

☆ They all knew that it was going to be Draken who was cooking for the Sano household tonight.

☆ For once, Toman’s captains were going to the meeting together, the only reason being they crashed at Mikey’s room last night after a fight and everyone was too lazy to leave in the morning.

☆ Despite threatening to demote them, laziness had conquered over fear.

☆ Hell even Mitsuya who was always busy with something was fast asleep on the couch until noon, just missing you who had stopped by to pick Emma up. (Which was the reason why everyone was teasing and taunting him for the next hour.)

☆ And now they look like hooligans (they are) walking together to the shrine because all their bikes are in surgery (or awaiting surgery, waiting for Shinichiro) after yesterday’s fight.

☆ Mitsuya had barely managed to dodge Baji’s palm that he suddenly struck out, effectively stopping all of them.

☆ Draken groaned in despair because what is it this time? They’re already ten minutes late because Baji stopped them earlier to pet a stray cat.

☆ Takemichi was currently blowing up his phone, asking where they were because Chifuyu was panicking in case they were attacked again.

☆ Mitsuya finds out that it isn’t a cat or a dog because Baji was soundlessly pointing at a familiar group of girls.

☆ Pachin opens his mouth to call out to them but this time it was Nahoya’s hand that came slapping to his mouth.

"Is… Is that Emma-san?"

☆ True to Souya’s words, it is Emma, handing her phone to a stranger while having a conversation.

☆ By instinct, Mikey was already hiding behind a street pole as if it was thick enough to hide him while Hakkai was behind a bench as Draken follows right after him. Mitsuya was already getting dragged behind a few trash bins by Baji while Nahoya and Souya were dragging Pachin and Peyan in the nearest alleyway.

☆ Some passersby give them even weirder looks, slowing down on their walk before continuing on after one of them gives them a glare, going back to Tokyo’s busy walks.

"What is she doing? Why is she giving her number to some guy?"

☆ Baji was hissing in Mitsuya’s ear but he was too busy staring at you who was rocking the outfit you were wearing and talking with Yuzuha and Hina, your back to Emma and the stranger.

☆ He is quite appalled at the shortness of your shirt though even if you were wearing a longer skirt like Emma’s.

☆ Still, the way you laughed and grinned while exchanging a few jokes with Hina as Yuzuha looked away with a blush from a tease, rocked Mitsuya’s heart too much.

"I don’t think she’s giving her number…"

☆ Nahoya was saying from the alleyway across the trash bins where Baji and Mitsuya were but no one was listening to him.

☆ Pachin was looking over Souya’s shoulder and Peyan was looking over Pachin’s shoulder with Nahoya right behind them with his arms crossed.

☆ They could all see Draken dragging Mikey back before he could pounce to you and the girls while Hakkai silently stands there, not knowing what to do but also not wanting to get involved with the duo in case Mikey lashes out on him instead.

☆ Mitsuya watches with wide eyes as Emma hurries back after handing her phone posing beside you.

☆ You did the same, hand on your thigh and hairline with your hip jutting out, just as Yuzuha and Hina did something similar same with little amused smiles.

☆ Not gonna lie the four of you looked like some girl group, catching the eyes of people passing by.

☆ The stranger held up Emma’s phone before giving you a thumbs-up.

☆ And then you and Emma were turning around, joining hands with Yuzuha and Hina while shaking your-

☆ Mitsuya could hear Draken, Mikey, and Hakkai’s gasps from where he was. Baji could tell you that Mitsuya was gasping like them as if someone stepped on his food.

☆ Draken surely didn’t stop Mikey when the shorter blond went jumping over the bench and running over to the four of you.

☆ Mitsuya was numb.

"What the- MIKEY OH MY GOD STOP IT WE’RE DOING A TIKTOK!"

☆ Mitsuya was still numb even when Emma slapped the hell out of Mikey when her brother jumped on her and forcefully made her stop.

"CALL TAKEMICHI! CALL TAKEMICHI!!"

☆ Baji hollered beside him and Nahoya, that idiot, really did pull out his phone and dialed Takemichi.

☆ Hakkai looked so offended, unable to believe that Yuzuha, his dear sister, did that and he was there to see it.

☆ Draken looked so horrified. He’s fine with Emma doing tiktoks, especially with you and the girls because it’s adorable, but here?? In public? No. No way. Y’all are going home.

☆ Mikey was growling at the confused stranger like a dog and Emma barely stopped him before he could jump on the poor guy.

☆ Mitsuya was still numb as the rest tries to drag him to Mikey and the girls before they could do any more damage.

☆ He does, indeed, realize that you were apologizing sheepishly while getting back Emma’s phone. Mitsuya isn’t blind to the way the guy stares at you.

☆ Peyan almost gets thrown off from dragging him after he shrugged the taller off, finding his place beside you.

“Mitsuya!... I didn’t know that you were with Mikey…”

☆ He didn’t have time to notice your blush as he rests a hand on your back, staring at the stranger until he apologized and walked away.

☆ Mikey was still making a ruckus behind them with Hakkai questioning Yuzuha as if he already lost his mind.

☆ Emma was not allowed to make tiktoks without the boys’ supervision anymore because Mikey fears that his sister is going to get scouted as a model or as a potential victim for kidnapping. That goes the same to Yuzuha who wouldn’t be left alone by Hakkai and Hina when Takemichi came running with Chifuyu on his tail.

☆ And with his hand on you and a serious gaze, you only smiled shyly at Mitsuya.

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ratsoh-writes · 2 years

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Let's go :D S/O has medusa powers and controls them usually pretty well, except that one time where they turned Skelly's brother into a statue because he entered the house while S/O was alone and they got scared. When Skelly comes home, there's a statue of their brother wearing a long blond hair wig in the middle of the living room and S/O is hiding behind a book in the couch. Fortunately, it will only last 24 hours. Main 10 reaction ?

This is assuming they know this only lasts 24 hours, no side effects

Sans: when he sees a frozen papyrus, sans panics a little and pulls him into an encounter to check his soul. Papyrus’s soul luckily says he’s fine, just bored lol. SO and sans spend the day making a nice apology for papyrus. A clean house, spaghetti for dinner, and when it wears off fully, a hot bath because he’ll probably be sore lol

Papyrus: When papyrus sees sans frozen and his embarrassed SO, he actually drags statue sans to the couch and lectures both him and SO (affectionately). There’s not really anything he can do for sans, so he ticks him into his bed and checks on him every little while till it wears off

Star: after the checking and re-checking that honey is fine, Star has a little fun with him. Honey snaps back wearing a coconut bra and a hula skirt. He’s so done with life. He refuses to bake cinnamon rolls for an entire week.

Honey: oh. My. Stars. Star may be a statue, but he’s still awake according to honeys soul check. And very very very bored. This is literally torture for his older brother. Honey and SO decide to prop Star up on the couch and have a movie marathon. Mostly comedies. Star still comes back pissed off though

Red: …… edge is PISSED. Red wisely cleans the house with SO, tucks edge into his bed, and they leave and don’t come back until the next day. Edge is gonna need time to cool off when he comes

Edge: not gonna lie, red needs the sleep. He’d gets in a one sided argument with his brothers statue kinda nagging him about being louder next time he comes in, then chucks him on the bed and throws a blanket on top. Edge isn’t that mean. He does make reds favorite for dinner. Poor SO feels so guilty

Mal: this concerns him a lot, mostly because cash is going to miss three meals. Mal sometimes has to fight just to get him to eat two a day. Cash has zero appetite. An hour or two before his brother “wakes up” mal cooks the spiciest crap he can.

Cash: SO wisely leaves and goes visit family for the day while cash takes care of mal. Cash gets bored and goes ham with mals makeup. A murder is committed when mal wakes up

Oak: oh great. Thankfully the statue that is willow is somewhat malleable. SO and oak make the ultimate pillow fort on poor willows bed to prop him up better so his back won’t hurt too bad when he comes to

Willow: he’s going ham being all mother henny and fretting over a silent still oak. It gets to the point where every time willow does a soul check, it just reads as oak being annoyed with him. Not SO. Just willow specifically lol

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

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Chapter 12 - Muse

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Fluff, Rough Sex (Light but Consensual), Light Degradation, Role-play (Reader In French Maid Outfit), Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Making Out With Gojo, NSFW, Unprotected Sex

Summary: You keep your promise to Gojo and the two of you enjoy a little bit of roleplaying.

A/N: I know it's been a while since I posted last. Here is the updated chapter (she is kind of long) and it's basically 5% plot where everything else is smut. I have been reading this same thing for over a week and spent most of today editing, so I hope it's fine! Please keep in mind again that I do not have a beta, and will highly miss a lot of things or even misspell them. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Requests are still open! I currently write for Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna and Choso. Please make sure I can see your age on your profile, otherwise you will be ignored (minors dni)

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(Three Years Ago)

“Looks like someone is being spoiled…”

You glanced around your apartment that has been completely decorated in flowers. You started grinning like an idiot thinking of Haru’s promise to give you a garden before replying, “ it’s a long story... ”

“ Soo , things worked out after the failed anniversary dinner?” Gojo questioned, noticing the way you shyly bit your bottom lip as you returned your attention back onto the T.V. screen.

“ Yes, they did …” you answered casually, still holding that pretty smile on your lips. You were clicking the button on the remote as you switched between movies to pick one to watch for the evening. “I don’t think I gave you the full update…”

Gojo took a sip of his melon soda, before leaning back comfortably against your couch. “No you did not. Last time we spoke you told me you were going away for the weekend. So tell me, how did prince charming work his way back into your good graces?”

Hakone , the weekend getaway; memories of you and Haru’s trip flooded back to your mind. The onsen experience, strolling through nature by day, visiting art galleries and losing sleep at night just to make love…

“It was… perfect.” you whispered breathlessly, your heart skipping a beat after you gave Gojo the brief explanation.

“ How romantic… ” the sorcerer replied, doing little to hide the hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, nudging your elbow playfully into his stomach. “Don’t be such a killjoy…”

From behind his dark frames, Gojo was reading your body language when you spoke. He pressed his lips together, not wanting to take away the happiness you were basking in and burying the thought that lingered his mind.

“You really love him, don’t you?” he asked again, his eyes glued onto you as he patiently waited for your reply.

Your cheeks went warm and your reaction was to adorably bury your face into the palm of your hands, desperately trying to fight off the butterflies swarming in your stomach. You leaned back on the couch next to your friend, dropping your hands down by your sides as you tilted your neck to face him.

“ Hopelessly so… ”

Gojo swallowed hard, a sinking sensation pummeled through his gut upon hearing your words. Your eyes flickered when you noticed how his expression hardened but he quickly switched to a big grin.

“As long as you’re happy … ” he reassured, giving you a thumbs up.

“I am, very much so …”

“ Good!” Gojo replied, but the word tasted sour in his mouth and he quickly changed the subject. “Now let’s get back to picking our movie…”

What the hell am I supposed to do now? he thought to himself, the disappointment weighing heavy on his heart.

I can’t tell her yet…

I’ll just have to wait...

(Present)

Gojo was exhausted. His day was tiresome and everything seemed to be getting on his last nerves. His morning started off on a bad note thanks to the higher ups. Itadori Yuji swallowing one of Sukuna’s fingers was not what he expected but now he had a problem on his hands involving the life of another teenager.

A talented kid at that, Itadori definitely had potential...

Gojo was good at hiding his frustrations from his students, and even from some of his peers. However, the minute he stepped into the lobby of his apartment building, the weight of his day came crashing down on his shoulders. He exited the elevator, slowly making his way over towards his apartment door but paused for a second before entering inside the safe haven of his home.

He immediately sensed your presence.

You called him earlier when he was at the school, asking if you could stop by his place to pick up something that you had forgotten.

“Just ask the security to let you in, I’ll give them a heads up and inform them... ” Gojo distractedly replied before ending the call.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly to himself, thinking that maybe you decided to stick around and hang out at his place.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked, as he stepped through the threshold of his front door. “Did you really miss me that mu-uhhhhhh…”

Gojo dropped his keycard on the floor, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of you standing before him. His heart literally stopped beating for a whole second and the sorcerer found himself frozen in the entrance of his living room.

“ Gojo-san,” you purred, turning your heel from the large glass window you were wiping and smiling as you faced him directly. “ You’re home...”

Catching the great Gojo Satoru by surprise was something rare but you managed to do it with ease because he always had his guard down around you.

Gojo admired the outfit you were wearing. Your black dress was short, very short, with the bodice buttoned all the way up to your neck and little puffy sleeves covering your shoulders. The white apron you were wearing over it was trimmed with little frills, matching the detailing along the collar. His mouth went dry when he reached your legs covered in a pair of stockings but he noticed the single garter wrapped around your thigh adorned with a tiny bow. You were wearing black pointed high heels to match the ensemble, adding a decent amount of inches to your height. The cherry on top was the white silky headband that was pulling back your beautiful hair.

Gojo had given up on your promise weeks ago, thinking there was no possible way you might actually follow through with his idea.

Yet, here you were , dressed up in a french maid outfit.

You placed the cloth in your hand in the basket on your floor. Your heels clicking against the wooden surface and echoing around his quiet penthouse apartment as you approached him, holding your head high as you confidently nestled into the role you were playing.

You gripped his attention, but couldn’t see how shocked he was from behind his dark sunglasses. As you stood in front of him you bent down to pick up the key card before elegantly standing upright and holding it up to his face.

“You dropped this,” you stated quite matter of factly, batting your lashes at him innocently.

The man had been rendered speechless.

You raised your brow as the seconds passed, waiting for Gojo to say... something.

He could sense your heart beat increase, as you shifted your weight from one leg to the other and you nervously glanced away from his direction. You dropped the act for a minute as you placed your hands around your waist to look down at the outfit you were wearing.

“ Uhm … did I do this wrong ? This is the only outfit I could find online that was even close to the idea you had and it took weeks to actually get here. I can...I can try to find another dress if this isn’t what you li-”

Gojo cupped your face in his hands, interrupting your comment and tilting your head up so you were looking at him as he snapped himself out of the trance you seemed to have put him under.

“No! No, no no …you look… fuck… you just caught me by surprise…” he replied, a wave of excitement rushing through him as he stumbled over his words. He proceeded to lower his sunglasses so you were met with azure eyes, softening his gaze as a cheeky grin spread across his gorgeous face. “You look ...perfect…”

He stretched out that last word, ensuring to savour every part of you. Your face grew warm but you couldn’t help but smirk with approval that all your hard efforts into this costume worked their magic on your friend.

“Really?” you questioned in a hopeful tone, reaching for his wrist and giving him a squeeze. “I’m glad! You worried me for a second…”

Gojo leaned forward to kiss you, the heavy weight he bore when he stepped into his home dissipating as he tasted you on his tongue. Once he had his fill of you, he broke away from the kiss before casually walking backwards and instructing, “don’t mind me, I’m just going to step out for a second so we can properly start this over…”

You giggled before turning around and making your way back to your position next to his window. Gojo noticed your white slip peak from under your skirt, and he gently bit down on his knuckle unable to contain his own anticipation.

This is going to be fun, he thought.

When he stepped back inside his apartment it was with a totally different demeanor. He cleared his throat as he made his way over, noticing your face playfully light up before repeating your initial greeting:

“ Gojo-san, you’re home... ”

***

One hour.

You had the man stirring for an entire hour.

Gojo didn’t think you would take this as seriously as you did but you were putting on a performance for him.

At first he sat in the living room, watching you mindlessly wipe his spotless windows and bending over ever so slightly for him to peep under your skirt. He impatiently tapped his finger against his thigh, knowing full well that he was not allowed to touch you unless you touched him first .

That was the rule you both agreed on.

When Gojo realised that you weren’t planning on giving in so easily, he used the moment as an opportunity to change out of his uniform but that didn’t stop you from being a tease.

While he was in his room, he switched to a pair of comfortable sweatpants and just as he was about to slip on his hoodie, you barged into his bedroom.

“ I’m sorry to intrude…” you announced innocently, sauntering your way over with your eyes lingering on his abdominal muscles and lifting up his half-filled laundry basket. “ I just needed to wash these…”

Gojo pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head at you as he moved to his drawer to replace his shades with his blindfold, knowing full well you were going to draw this out for as long as you can.

Maybe this is payback…

Gojo returned to the living room, his eyes fixated on the television screen as a way to distract himself from you.

After you did a few meaningless chores, you picked up the feather duster from your equipment basket and directed yourself into his line of sight. You began to “ dust ” off his shelves, swaying your hips deliberately from side to side as you walked in front of him.

“ I hope you don’t mind me in your way, Gojo-san …” you said serenely, flicking the duster over the random items on his shelf.

“Not at all…” the sorcerer replied, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke. “But you should know you missed a spot…”

You raised your brow as you glanced over your shoulder to meet his stare.

“ Oh ?”

Gojo spread his legs further apart, resting his long arm on the back of the sofa before bringing his other hand forward to point high on his shelf.

“Right there,” he indicated.

You hummed to yourself, knowing full well that Gojo wanted to see more of what you were hiding underneath your outfit. As you stood on your tiptoes, you deliberately arched your back to stick out your rear in his direction.

Gojo trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, humming in approval and deciding in that moment just how he plans on eventually fucking you in this cute outfit of yours.

“A little higher…” he commanded, forcing you to stand on your tiptoes as you “cleaned” his top shelf, and he felt himself harden against his pants when the fabric of your dress just barely covered your ass.

The minutes passed, dragging slowly until the sorcerer found himself growing impatient. The longer you were making him wait, the more cruel he was planning on delivering his own punishment in return.

“May I get you some water, Gojo-san?” you asked him, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you made your way over to the kitchen. “You look a little thirsty…”

Oh yes, he definitely wasn’t going to hold himself back…

“ Please…” he said through gritted teeth.

You made your way over to the kitchen, pulling out one of the random trays he had and placing a glass right in the middle. You fill it up with ice before pouring in the water, then lifting up the tray and making your way over to him.

“ Here you go…” you offered, but instead of picking up the glass with your fingers, you deliberately knocked it over, allowing the cool liquid to pour all over Gojo’s lap.

The man hissed, surprised that you caught him off guard yet again with your tactic. The water pooled between his thighs, making his muscles tense up even more.

You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, the goosebumps running up and down your arms when you noticed the outline of his dick against his sweatpants.

Staring at him with your knowing, apologetic eyes, you proceeded to say, “I’m so sorry, let me get something to help you dry up…”

When you returned, you found your place down on your knees in front of him. You pressed the dry towel against his inner thigh, earning a grunt in response because your touch was close to his growing erection.

Your other hand glided up his calf, sending your message across as Gojo’s eyes widened when that same hand replaced the towel.

Fucking finally, he thought, no longer frustrated by his own desire or the fact that he was now soaking wet.

“I can dry these with the rest of the clothes…” you explained, lifting yourself upright on your knees. “I’m going to have to take these off..”

You hooked your hands around the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his lean legs and removing them.

“What about these?” Gojo asked, tilting his head towards his tented boxers. “I’m soaked all the way through…”

“ Uhm… of course!” you chirped, as you removed the second article of clothing. “I’ll get these dry for you right away…”

As you tried to stand up, Gojo reached for your forearms and dragged you back down on the rug.

“What about this?” he asked, directing your attention towards the length of his swollen cock.

“I-I don’t know if I can help you with that,” you teased, averting your gaze as you feigned shyness.

“I pay you to use your hands, don’t I?” Gojo questioned.

“ Yes, Gojo-san …”

“Then you should do whatever it takes.”

Gojo could have sworn he saw you smirk but you were swift to hide your reaction. You brought your hand to his length as you began to stroke upward, circling your thumb around his swollen tip. Your other hand teasingly traced a vein up and down his shaft, and Gojo exhaled as his body relaxed against his plush sofa.

You squeezed his cock, feeling the width of his hard member as you continued teasing his head. You spread the pre-cum all over the tip, before bringing your lips down and replacing your thumb with your tongue as you swirled around the head before finally sealing your mouth over him.

You gently suck, your cheeks hollowing but you remain focused on just his head. The hand that isn’t holding his shaft moved to his thigh, where you gave him an eager squeeze as you tasted him in your mouth.

Meanwhile, Gojo leaned his head back against the sofa, closing his eyes as he hummed with relief. The low rumble of his voice spread down his abdomen, and your ears perked upon hearing his satisfied reaction.

You released him with a pop, before adjusting your position so your forearms were now resting over his thighs.

Gojo was average in thickness but his length definitely made up for it and you wanted to get comfortable before taking him all the way in.

You guided him into your mouth, easing him down inch by inch as you bobbed over his impressive length. Your hands pressed into his thighs, a small whimper escaping you as your teeth grazed lightly over his cock while you expertly worked him.

“You keep doing this and I might consider increasing your pay…” Gojo murmured, half-drunk with arousal as he began losing himself to you.

You quickened your pace, ignoring the discomfort in your jaw as you let him fuck your mouth. Gojo reached his hand to the back of your neck, gently stroking you with his slender fingers as encouragement. His chest began to rise and fall as his breathing grew heavier.

“ Keep going …” he coaxed, his voice shaking and growing tender. He rolled his hips in rhythm to your movement while your hands began massaging his legs and working their way high up to his pelvis.

His fingers curled around your hair, your throat burning but you kept going not wanting to disappoint your esteemed employer.

“ Mmm , F-fuck… ” he whined, his words sweet in your ears as he reached his peak.

Gojo’s hips bucked into you and he held you in place, releasing thick ropes of cum in the back of your throat as he moaned.

His grip was tight around your head and you tried not to gag as you swallowed everything he gave you. You slowly retracted him out of your mouth, desperately catching your breath in between small coughs as you settled yourself.

“Such a beautiful mess…” Gojo complimented as he looked down at you from where he was sitting.

Your chin was covered with your saliva, your perfectly styled hair unraveling from his grip and your smokey eye makeup smudged. Gojo flicked his fingers in his direction, ordering you to get on his lap.

Your knees hurt when you stand up, the cheap fabric of your stockings already wearing from the friction against the rug. You spread your legs as you straddled him, lifting the hem of your dress up as you adjusted your position.

“ Well, well…what have we here… ” he cooed when you flashed him. “Hold your dress up for me…”

Your face grew hot but you obediently obliged as you bunched up the dress to your waist, giving Gojo a full view of your stockings that covered your bare pussy.

Gojo dragged his index finger along your slit, your arousal stringing on the tip of his finger as he pulled away from you.

You were completely soaked through.

“ Do you always show up to work without any underwear on?” he teased, bringing his finger back between your legs and pushing the material of your stockings between your lips.

“Only when I know I am seeing you…” you replied seductively.

“Is that so?” Gojo mused, biting his bottom lip as he focused on his finger circling your folds. “How professional…”

“Actually I'm very unprofessional. I have something to confess, Gojo-san …” you whispered, dropping your dress as you placed your hands on his broad shoulders. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against his ear before stating, “…I touch myself whenever you’re not home .”

Gojo froze his movements. You were doing everything he described when talking about this particular fantasy: the hot maid that he comes home to who teases him into fucking her.

Oh, and you were playing the role beautifully.

“Did you do that today?” The man questioned, directing it towards you and not the character you were pretending to be.

You giggled in his ear, “ twice .”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, his free hand that wasn’t between your legs reached for his blindfold. He lifted the fabric, where a pretty blue iris was staring at you with sheer adoration.

“ Oh, angel, you continue to surprise me…”

“None of that, yet…” you announced, covering his eye as you pulled his wrist away. “ We’re still playing, Gojo-san.”

On that reply, Gojo reached for the band of your stockings. He ripped the flimsy fabric with his strong hands, tearing it straight down the middle before picking you up and laying your back against the arm rest.

“I’m going to have to start putting security cameras around the place,” he added, getting back into the role as he slipped off his hoodie. “But I think I would prefer seeing you with my own eyes…”

He instantly noticed the way you checked him out, your gaze hungry for his body. He lifted up your dress, bunching it up at the waist to reveal your torn undergarment. Your sweet pussy was glistening with your arousal and Gojo licked his lips with anticipation. He raised one of your legs over the sofa, leaving the other to dangle off the side and exposing you completely to him.

“ Touch yourself.”

You brought your fingers to your fold, working your throbbing clit as you closed your eyes. Your body was electric, riled up to the point where you were already so sensitive as you rubbed yourself. Soft whimpers left your lips and Gojo held your knees apart as he watched you masturbate.

“Are you always this quiet?” He teased, “A dirty slut like you begging to be fucked…I’m sure you get louder than that…”

If you weren’t so heated by everything that was going on, you would have been caught off guard by what he was saying but instead you moaned at his derogatory words.

The character you were playing began blending in his mind with your own person, his dear friend, and the thought of you eagerly pleasing him made the blood rush between his legs, his arousal making him harden again.

“You hear that?” Gojo continued, knowing full well how much you enjoy his dirty talk and pointing out the way your pussy squelched as your fingers drove themselves inside you. “You’re so fucking wet and I hardly even touched you. Are you that needy already? Are you that desperate for someone to fuck this pussy of yours?”

“Y-yes…”

“Do you call out my name when you make yourself come? Do you beg for it?”

“ Mmmm, yes, Gojo-san…want you so bad …”

“If you want me to fuck you, you little slut , you’re going to have to tell me how much you want it…”

You gasped, your free hand reaching to massage your breast over your uniform as you finally opened your hazy eyes to meet Gojo’s. Your heart was racing, your body gyrating against his sofa as you slipped your fingers between your folds.

“ Mmahh, Gojo-san, I want you to fuck me on this couch. I want to feel you inside me. P-please, I need you inside me…so fucking bad…I can’t…I ca-” you voice pitched as you increased the speed of your movements, rolling your hips in circles and your dropped your head back against the arm rest.

You came all over your fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard, as you sang your noises of pleasure. You were trembling against the chair, panting heavily as you pulled your fingers from between your legs.

Gojo flipped you on your stomach, unable to hold himself back any longer. Your hands were on the arm rest, your knees pressed into the plush cushion as you spread yourself as wide as you could for him. Usually, Gojo would enjoy taking this time to lick your sweet cunt clean but he was barely holding on himself after what he witnessed.

The tip of his cock teased your lips, before he slipped himself inside you with ease, coating his entire length with your arousal. Your eyes widened as you looked at him over your shoulder with slight panic.

“Satoru, you’re not wearing a…”

“I’ll pull out…” he replied, holding your hips up before snapping roughly into you.

You were dizzy, completely functioning on your urges without giving logic any thought. If it was anyone else, you would have stopped but Gojo wasn’t just anybody and the man had quite the control over his own body.

You cried out feeling your walls clench around him. He was moving hard and fast, fucking you roughly on his sofa, with every push harder than the last and leaving your legs trembling as you tried your best to hold yourself in place for him.

He drags his length out of you, ensuring that you felt every inch before wildly plunging back inside. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs against your stockings, your nails digging into the sofa as you whimpered.

Your drenched cunt made it so much easier for Gojo to fuck you but his slightly sadistic mind was forcing you to feel it more.

Your toes curled inside your pointed heels, your back arching as speckles of black clouded your vision. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips jerked when your orgasm compounded into you, making you drop down to your forearms as you were unable to counter your explosive release.

Gojo was covered in your juices and with a few sloppy thrusts he finally pulled himself out before finishing himself off by pumping spurts of cum all over your back, decorating your outfit with his release.

The man didn’t stop there. Instead, he flipped you onto your back bringing his hands to the buttons of the top half of your dress and ripping it apart.

Your chest was bare, covered in a bra that he tugged down until it was resting underneath your breasts. He brought his insatiable lips to your mound, rolling your pointed nipple between his thumb and index finger before closing his mouth over the other nub.

You were shaking underneath him, unable to handle any more stimulation as he pinched one nipple and peppered the other with kitten licks.

Gojo did it until he was hard again, leaving marks all over your breasts as he pushed himself inside you. He held your legs apart but you barely had anymore energy to keep up with him. Instead you kept him motivated with your pleasured mewls, praising him for all his glory.

“ Harder, please…harder….”

Gojo stopped, holding himself inside you and feeling you pulsate against him. He ensured to drag the seconds out making you whimper with impatience as you were desperate to have him continue.

“ Gojo-saaan…” you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes as you wailed for mercy. “Don’t stop fucking-ahhhhhhh …”

You couldn’t even finish until he was thrusting inside you again. Fucking you to the heavens and back with the same intensity he did earlier. When he pulled out of you as he climaxed, he finished himself off all over your cunt, marking you with his essence.

***

Steam covered the glass door surrounding you, the warmth engulfing your body as you and Gojo stood in the hot shower together. Your body was sore but in the most pleasant way possible and you allowed the water droplets to massage your skin, closing your eyes as you exhaled and enjoying the amazing pressure from Gojo’s shower.

You only opened your eyes when you felt Gojo’s large palm on your stomach, bringing you into his torso as he leaned down and kissed your ear.

“Did you have fun?”

The knot in the pit of your stomach twisted, sending shivers down your back from his question. He treated you with so much kindness after you both slept together. He sang you praises, telling you over and over how good you were to him as he took his time to clean you up, not allowing you to even lift a single finger while he used the time to focus on taking care of you instead.

You turned around to face him, your eyes gazing up at that unjustifiably handsome face that was uncovered because he had his hair slicked back.

“Surprisingly, I did…” you teased with a smile, placing your hands on him, as you delicately traced your fingers up and down his forearms.

His height was overbearing now that you didn’t have your heels on, and the sorcerer found himself tilting down just to look at you. His fingers pressed into your lower back as the silence filled the space between you both. Gojo used it as an opportunity to bring his lips down to meet yours, indulging himself with a kiss. He picked you up in his strong arms, before holding you against the grey tile of his bathroom wall. You moaned into his mouth, playing with his tongue as your hands reached for his neck.

“So, tell me, angel… ” he whispered into your mouth in between a kiss. “What kind of fantasies do you have?”

“Uhm, I don’t really have any fantasies…”

You felt his fingers underneath your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking him in the eye.

“You know, if you tell me , I can return the favor…” he stated, flashing his pearly whites as he gave you an easy grin.

“You’ll think it’s stupid…”

“Try me.”

You rested your head against the tile, playing with the back of Gojo’s hair as you cleared your throat.

“Uhm, so , back in college there was this professor that I had. He was extremely good looking, I think everybody in our class had a crush on him. I realised I did too because everytime I would try speaking with him, I always jumbled up my words or said the wrong thing. It was super awkward…I mean, he wasn’t awkward but I definitely was…”

A small laugh escaped you but Gojo was still listening attentively.

“Anyway, I never told anyone. I was with Haru and always felt like I was being a terrible girlfriend because I was just so attracted to my professor. He was also the sweetest guy, was married and had three kids…” you sighed as Gojo grazed his hand across your thigh, blushing before admitting, “…but I used to think about him taking me on his desk all the time. Like, it got to the point where I had to drop his class because he was too much of a distraction…”

Gojo chuckled, “oh, you dirty slu-OW!”

You tugged at his earlobe, pouting to stop yourself from laughing at his snide comment.

“That’s what you get,” you replied, before loosening your grip and dropping your hand to his pecs.

“Relax, it takes a slut to know one. There is no need to get offended!” he teased, shifting the joke onto himself and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Okay, so you’ve got a little thing for a teacher/student scenario?”

“Just a little…”

Gojo brought his lips to your neck, planting small kisses upwards until he murmured against your ear.

“As a teacher myself, it will be my utmost pleasure to be your sensei for an evening,”

“You don’t have to…”

“You're not forcing me, angel. I want to,” Gojo insisted, his lips now hovering above yours. “Besides, I’m your friend, right ? We take care of each other, that’s what friends do.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes dropping down to his lips as you patiently waited to taste him on your tongue.

“Since you did a stellar job with me tonight, let me do the same for you… ” he whispered, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it gently.

You squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as you held him close, feeling faint when Gojo kissed you again like he was pulling the oxygen straight out of your lungs.

And yet, you had no desire to let him go.

***

CHAPTER 13: SPINNING

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Y/N took a deep breath as her hand held tightly onto the doorknob of the dressing room. She tried to calm herself, or more specifically, her body. Then again, no amount of preparation could help her when it came to Choi San, the man was unpredictable and absolutely cunning. And the worst part was he knew he was charming, using it to his advantage and then playing coy about it whenever she called him out on it. Not wasting anymore time, she turned the knob and swiftly walked in, tossing her bag on the couch by the wall before beginning to take off her coat to hang on the rack.

"Hello Noona."

She was greeted by the innocent looking dimple smile of the idol she had been assigned to, hands folded across his lap, giving him the aura of a perfect and obedient angel......

When he was everything but that.

"Don't start San, we don't have time for your jokes. The sooner we get you ready, the sooner I can leave."

San poked his bottom lip out, a soft, muffled whiny hum vibrating against his throat.

"You seem to be in a bad mood Noona....aren't you at least happy to see me?"

She rolled her eyes at his question as she began laying out all the stuff she was going to need to prepare him for the photoshoot. Missing a few palettes, she bent over to open the last drawer on the vanity display and began rummaging through its contents. She was completely unaware of the eyes that were now checking out her ass as she was hunched over, the position slightly rising her skirt up.

"Did I mention you're looking especially lovely tonight...Noona?"

Tilting her head over, she caught him as he bit his lip as he shamelessly looked up and down her legs. When he saw she noticed, he didn't shy away or apologized, he merely sent her a wink and went back to gazing at her glorious backside.

"You're a pervert." She accused him as slammed the drawer closed after finally finding what she was looking for.

"I'm simply admiring a beautiful piece of art. Is that such a crime?" He grinned at her.

She hadn't even started yet she already felt exhausted and aroused by the man sitting in front of her. Squirting some of the foundation onto the mixing tray, she picked up a beauty sponge and began dabbing it onto San's already flawless face. He might liked to tease her every now and then, but if there was one thing she appreciated was the fact he stayed still whenever she was working, never moving and always following instructions when she asked him to lift his head or close his eyes when she needed him to. It almost made her think that he was actually a good little boy, so poised and obedient....

And then he'd pull out some stupid shit that made her remember his true bratty nature. Stupid shit like what he was doing now: his hand was gently gliding across her leg, dangerously coming up towards the hem of her skirt. She swallowed a non-existent lump in her throat, clearing it out as she was determined not to loose focus and continued to blend out his contour and shading before moving onto his eyebrows. She could tell him to stop or move away, if she did, she knew he'd at least have the decency to stop and not do anything for the rest of the day. But she didn't want to do that this time. She was tempted to find out just how far he'd go, just how much could she actually let him get away with.

San was also amazed she hadn't slapped his hand away, which he took as an invitation to continue. Sliding his hand up, he cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it softly. His fingers tugged at her panties and pulled on them slightly before releasing them and letting it hit against her skin. When he saw her momentarily pause, he smirked at finally getting her to react. But he was soon disappointed when she chose to ignore him once more and instead move to work on his eye makeup. Not willing to stand and be ignored, he cupped her ass with both of his hands, pulling her closer that she nearly toppled over and fell on top of him, but luckily regained her balance before that happened.

"Have you been working out Noona? Your ass feels a lot firmer and rounder since the last time I touched it."

He couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face as he began dragging down her panties past her thighs until they were pooling at her ankles, a clear wet stain visible in the center of them.

"Noona are you perhaps needy?" He chuckled.

Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them out of the way before resuming her previous task.

"The only thing I need at the moment is for you to keep still or else your eyeshadow is going to be a mess." She told him.

"Speaking of making a mess, do you know what I wanna see?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, he swiped his index and middle finger along her folds, collecting some of the slick she had already accumulated.

"Wanna see you make a mess all over my hand."

Although she would love nothing more than for him to fist her if he wanted, she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow up at him, a slight scoff coming out her lips.

"Can you even do that? It wouldn't surprise me if in the end, Choi San was nothing more than an all bark no bite kind of boy."

From out of the corner of her eye she saw him frown angrily. He always did hated having her refer to him as a 'boy.' She didn't care, deep down she knew he was nothing more than a brat that she would love to tame if given the opportunity. And besides he was doing her a favor as he began swirling his fingers around her hole. Pushing them in, he couldn't believe how unbelievable warm she was nor how her walls were practically sucking him in.

"God Noona, I can barely get my fingers out."

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, making sure to curl them up so they could graze along the roof. When he felt her shudder as he hit a particular spot, he knew he had found what he was looking for.

"Right here Noona?" He teased as a kept his fingers buried in her, flicking the tips across where he assumed was her g-spot.

"Oh my god yes!" She didn't care if her words boosted his already high ego, all she cared about right then was getting him to continue until she was spasming under him.

San released a light humming tune as his fingers continued their assault on her wet cavern. Wanting to boost her pleasure even further, his thumb began to rub her clit, drawing circles across it. When Y/N's legs nearly gave out, he used his other hand to steady her.

"Cum for me Noona. Make a mess all over me, I want it. Can't you give it to me?"

She melted at the way he was pleading at her, his eyes getting slightly large as he waited in anticipation for her to tip over the edge just for him. Unable to resist his cute plea, she squeezed her thighs shut as she began cumming all over his fingers, a choked out gasp escaping her lips as she held onto his shoulders for support to keep her from falling.

"That's right, such a nice and sweet Noona, giving me what I want."

San didn't pull his fingers away until he made sure to help Y/N ride out her high until she was finished. As his hand emerged from under her skirt, a trail of her cum was dropping all the way up to his wrist. Looking at how wet his hand was, he admired it before holding it out towards her face.

"Told you I'd have you making a mess." He giggled before proceeding to lick off every last bit of secretion he made her produce.

Y/N straightened out her ruffled skirt.

"I should really finish your makeup San."

Thankfully, she was able to finish his eye makeup without any further interruptions. His lip makeup also ran by smoothly, except for when she stared at them a little too long and unconsciously began leaning in, tempted to just bite them.

"Noona....." He tapped her shoulder to point out what she was doing.

She flushed a pink tint across her cheeks, embarrased by her actions. But that was nothing compared to the embarrassment she was going to feel next.

"Ok your makeup is done. You can go wait for the photographer to get here?"

As she began picking the brushes up to go clean them, she turned back around when San was still seated in his chair.

"San...go?" She asked in puzzlement.

San also seemed confused as he tilted his head at her.

"Didn't they tell you?"

By the way she just stood there blinking as she processed what he could mean, San sighed as he began unbuttoning his jacket.

"I.....was going to give Atiny a surprise for this comeback. I'm going to be wearing a crop top, and the photographer suggested it'd be a good idea if maybe my makeup artist could make them... shine a little?"

Y/N was about to ask what he meant by 'them', but when he tossed his jacket to the floor and his torso was fully exposed, she understood what he meant. Although she guessed he had a fit body due to how much he worked out, she was more than surprised to see such a firm and toned 6 pack adorning his lower abdomen. She didn't even realize how long she was staring or had her mouth open until San cupped her chin.

"Close your mouth Noona....."

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"The sight makes me wanna fuck your face."

He couldn't help but laugh softly as he stared at her flustered state. Throwing all inappropriate thoughts out her head and going back to being professional, Y/N began looking around for any oil to douse his abs in.

"San do me a favor and lie on the couch."

The poor boy shot his eyes wide open when she ordered him that.

"Wait- you want me to what?"

She smacked his arm.

"Don't get any ideas. If we do this standing up, it'll roll off your body and I can't spread it evenly if you're sitting down. So unless you're able to levitate, go lay down on the couch."

Now he flushed a red tint for thinking so wrong. He walked over to the couch and obediently layed down. He stiffened considerably when Y/N came over with a bottle of oil, and it was then he realized that although he had grown used to having her touching his face, she had never once touched him anywhere else in his body. This was about to be the first time. He recalled all the times he'd teased her by smacking her ass or letting his hands graze across her chest. It made him fear that she'd probably want to take revenge and tease him back. When she popped open the bottle, he gulped very obviously that even she noticed.

"Relax you baby. It's not going to sting you or anything. It'll just leave you smelling like vanilla."

His ab muscles contracted when he felt the trail of oil splatter across his stomach. Making sure not to pour too much, Y/N closed back the bottle and set it down next to her.

"Just breathe and try to enjoy it."

Deciding it would be best to heed her advice, San closed his eyes and focused on each movement of her hands. It felt absolutely relaxing and blissful having her run her hands along his abs, staying shy away from his nipples. Each caress of her hands had him wondering why he'd never allowed her to touch him like this before. With each swipe of her hand across his body, the more he was becoming addicted to her touch. He began wishing she would travel farther down, reach inside his pants and give it the same care and attention she was giving his abs. He was already letting out soft moans and murmurs before he even became aware of it, or of the growing tent in his pants that was quite obvious now.

Y/N noticed it and it made her proud to know such a simple touch could get him so riled up. Wanting to test something out, she began to dig her nails into his skin. Although she expected some sort of reaction, she didn't think it would result in him flexing his hips up, giving them a slight roll as if micking a sex movement.

"Please do that again."

He stared at her through hooded lids which then closed once again when she raked her nails down his torso, an even louder moan coming out from his lips as he began to buck his hips up.

"M-more please..." He begged her.

Stopping her movements, she feigned ignorance at his request.

"Hmm? What was that Sannie?" She wanted him to repeat himself.

Tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, he began fussing around.

"Noona please it hurts." He whined.

Cupping his face, she squished his cheeks.

"What hurts Sannie?"

With a frustrated grunt, San took one of her hands off his face as he began unzipping his pants, fumbling with it until he managed to pull them down enough to allow his thick and long cock to spring free from its confinement. He hissed out loud as he made Y/N wrap her hand around the base.

"It hurts Noona. Please do something. Anything." He began moving her hand, hoping she'd get the hint.

Y/N couldn't believe he was actually begging her. He looked so pitiful and desperate under her as he was left at her complete mercy. Wanting to indulge him for a moment, she began pumping at his dick a little bit faster, the leftover oil on her palm serving as lubricant so it was easier for her to smoothly stroke him. San gasped and held his mouth agape when she began running her thumb across his slit, toying around with it as she continued to jerk off the rest of his length.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh my god! It's even better than what I imagined." He was very vocal for sure, but she kinda already suspected that.

"Oh yeah? You imagined my hand wrapped around your cock?"

San grunted harshly when she squeezed him a little too hard.

"Fuck yeah- I got off on fantasizing about you jerking me off." He admitted.

Y/N did not hide the smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips as she heard him say that. It boosted her confidence knowing the sexy man in front of her often pictured her in such an intimate position.

"Tell me Sannie, what else have you imagined me doing to you?"

San bit his lip, unsure of whether it was ok to spill out his dirty secrets. But then he realized that maybe if he said them, Y/N would be nice enough to fulfill some of them.

"I thought about having you ride my face, smother it with your soaked pussy. I wanna taste it. Bet it tastes so good."

He began bucking his hips into her hand, feeling his orgasm fast approaching. Y/N could sense he was close too.

"Keep talking Sannie. What else have you thought about?"

San's cock twitched when he saw Y/N lean down, her face hovering close to his leaking tip.

"Suck-sucking me off. I've always wanted you to suck me off."

He didn't keep his eyes off her mouth as she ran her tongue across her lips, her gaze looking intently at his length.

"Won't you please suck me off?" He raised his hips, the top of his head touching the corner of her lip.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. His cock did look delicious, and she couldn't deny the thought of stuffing it til it reached the back of her throat made her insides start pooling once more. But he was still the same brat he'd been since she met him. It wouldn't hurt to teach him a little lesson for a few minutes. Bending her head down, she opened her mouth as if she was going to wrap her lips around his tip. San was looking at her in eager anticipation, nearly busting a nut right then and there. He began whining erratically when she not only pulled her face away but also let his still erect cock dropped against his stomach.

"Why did you-?"

When he tried sitting up, Y/N roughly pinned him back down which shut him up immediately.

"Stop being a little brat and take what I gave you or else you're going to be going through an entire photoshoot with a denied orgasm."

San blinked slowly at her words.

"God you're so fucking sexy putting me back in my place like that." He confessed.

Y/N giggled softly before pecking his lips. Looking back at his abs, she ran a finger down along them.

"I'm not going to deny it, your abs look mesmerizing." She complimented him, which had San beaming with joy.

"I'm glad you liked them. I worked hard on them especially for you." He looked up at her rather shyly at his confession.

"Oh really? All this is for me?"

San nodded in an affirmative motion. Smirking at him, Y/N bent her body and began pressing feather light kisses along his abs.

"Well if they're meant for me guess I should make sure everyone knows it too."

San couldn't contain his giggles when Y/N began suckling on a small patch of skin. Her hands gripped his waist tightly in an effort to hold him still.

"Sannie, stop moving." She said against his tanned skin before moving down to suck on another spot.

"I'm sorry- I'm just really ticklish." He covered his mouth in an effort to stifle his laughter.

Y/N slapped his stomach rather lightly, finding him to be absolutely cute and adorable as she began leaving a trail of hickeys down his abs, starting from the end of his sternum and ending right on top of his bellybutton. She didn't stop until making sure they were all a bright purple color that was adorning his beautiful skin, admiring her own work. San also sat up slightly to look at what she had left, a fond smile on his lips.

"Does this mean I'm yours?"

The way he was looking up at her in earnest made Y/N realize he was being serious and not being the teasing little shit he liked being. He patiently waited for her answer, his own heartbeat pounding so hard against his chest as he feared getting rejected. Reaching up to cup his face, Y/N nuzzled her nose against his.

"Are you going to stop being a little brat and actually behave?"

San laughed heartily at that before swiping his tongue across her upper lip.

"Where's the fun in that? Don't you like me being a brat?" He counteracted at her.

Y/N pretended to think about it.

"It would be nice to spank you every once in awhile.......but can't you be a good boy every now and then so I can spoil you?" She purred softly as she began kissing along the side of his neck, making him melt instantly.

"I'm being good now N-Noona-" He sucked in a breath when she dragged her tongue along his collarbone.

"Yes you are my Sannie."

Thinking it was time to put an end to his frustration, Y/N stripped him off his pants and underwear before taking off her own skirt and pulling her shirt over her head, discarding them on the floor. San stared in amazement as she stood in front of him completely nude.

"Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N let out a subtle snort as she straddled San's lap. Lining him up to her entrance, she didn't keep him or herself waiting as she sunk down on his length, eye shut tight as he stretched her out in a delicious burn. She felt him twitch inside her, no doubt eager to finally be allowed to cum after having waited for so long. After getting adjusted to his size, she lifted herself off him before sinking back down on him.

"Oh god- it feels so good."

San propped himself up on his elbows, watching with great attention as his dick disappeared and appeared inside Y/N's warm and velvety pussy. When she began picking up the pace, he began releasing soft pants and grunts as his previously denied orgasm came spiking up once more. He could feel it about to burst out of him. Through clenched teeth, he tried to desperately hold back a little longer, just so Y/N could cum before him. But the feeling of her walls squeezing him tightly and rubbing him was too much to bear. No longer able to contain himself, he flopped back into the couch, hips shaking as his nails scratched the leather material under him.

"Y/N! G-gonna cum-!" He tried warning her.

Pulling him out of her, she helped him by pumping him up and down as he began releasing spurts of white, sticky cum all over his stomach. Y/N made sure to milk him until he could no longer squirt out anymore.

"You cum a lot." She giggled as she spread some of his cum around.

Covering his reddened face, San let out a tiny groan.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out a little longer for you but I couldn't. I promise it won't happen again."

Climbing back on top of him, Y/N surprised him when she straddled his abs.

"Well then....guess I'm going to have to get myself off on some other part of you. Right?"

Smiling down at him in a mischievous way, she began grinding herself against his abdomen, the muscles protruding out of them feeling heavenly as they rubbed against her clit. His skin began to get coated even more as his semen was being spread all over his body the more she rutted herself against his bare skin.

"You like this baby boy? Like watching me fuck myself on your abs?"

"Oh my- please call me that again." Hearing that nickname roll off his tongue send him into a frenzy.

"What? Baby boy? Like it when I call you that?" She teased as she began grinding harder against him.

"I love it. Is Noona gonna cum all over my abs?" He asked as he snaked his hands to grip at her thighs.

"Does my baby boy want that? Want me to make a mess all over his abs?" She questioned him.

"Yes! Want Noona's cum all over my stomach. Mark me as hers and hers only." He released small whimpers as he felt her pick up her pace.

When he felt her shaking on top of him, he moved his hands to wrap around her hips, holding her in place as she began spilling her juices all over his body, mixing with his own as they coated his abs even further. San helped her ride out her orgasm. When her breathing finally calmed down, he sat up to kiss her tenderly, his buff arms wrapping around her to pull her against his body.

"Mine." He smiled against her lips.

"You're so needy." She told him but he merely laughed it off.

Getting off him, they both gazed down at the mess that was covering his entire lower torso.

"They look like honey glazed cinnamon buns." She joked.

"I know. It's so cool." He looked at them in awe, running over to the mirror to get a better look at not just the shiny slick all over him but to marvel at the purple bruises running in a straight line through his stomach.

"Ok we should get you cleaned up before the photographer gets here."

Before she could start wiping off the residues of their sinful acts, San stopped her.

"Or......you were supposed to make my abs shine...well... they are shining." He squealed.

"San you are not about to take concept photos for your next album with your body covered in cum." She stated firmly.

Pouting furiously and stomping his foot, he crossed his arms.

"You're no fun."

Raising an eyebrow at him, she took a step forward and gripped his hips to press him against her.

"Trust me baby boy, I can be very fun if I put my mind to it......"

Ghosting her lips over his own, her hand began caressing her face.

"And I'll let you join in on the fun later tonight if you behave like a good little boy and let me clean you up and cover up those hickeys because they're only mine to see. Got it?"

He let out a soft squeak when she cupped his cock once more and gripped it harshly.

"Otherwise you're going to go out there with blue balls." She continued.

San quickly nodded, quickly succumbing to the charms and domination of the woman in front of him.

"Yes Noona. I'll be your good little boy."

~ ʚĭɞ ~• • • • • • • • ~ ʚĭɞ ~ • • • • • • • •~ ʚĭɞ ~

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streetlight11 · 3 years

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Reunited Again

Summary: He was your neighbour, your best friend, he was your happiness ever since preschool. One day, he suddenly became distant and cold towards you for unknown reasons. Both of you slowly drifted apart. Years passed and you haven't seen him ever since you left your hometown to go to college. Who knew you'd see him again through your close friends from college 4 years after you moved. Would he remember you?

Theme: college au, childhood best friends to lovers

Genre: fluff

Warning: some curse words, that's it

WC: 3.9k

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello again! Here's a Wooyoung fic for you. Take care everyone :)

12 years ago was when his parents divorced after a horrible fight. His father took him in custody as he was only 10 years old at the time. After the divorce, his father turned into an alcoholic, a drug addict and was abusing him after dusk. He became his dad’s punching bag, this only made the boy even more stubborn and rebellious.

This also led him to the introduction of tattoos, gang fights, smoking, drinking, but never drugs. That was probably the one thing he despised and would never even go near one. That was the thing that drove him to insanity living in the house.

His dad was a drug addict and because of those drugs, he couldn’t grow up with the love of his own dad.

However, despite being in that state, only a few of them still stuck around him. And these guys were not even those who teaches him all the bad stuff while growing up. Instead, these guys were the friends he met since high school and college. Sure he didn’t have a bright past, sure he’s done things that were probably illegal and had a few police cases before, but these guys never looked down on him.

They encouraged him to work hard and chase after his dreams, and not to walk down the same path his dad did. And for that, he was thankful to have met them.

It has been 4 years since you last saw him. He was your neighbour and probably one of your best friends growing up. He lived just across the road from you. You still remembered when you first met him at preschool. Where he accidentally spilled his milk and so you went up to him and gave him yours.

From that day on, you two became like two peas in a pod. You loved him as a friend. You cared for him. You could never bear to see him cry over a stolen toy. You were always there for him. So when he suddenly turned cold and distant to you one day, you just couldn't accept it.

You wanted answers.

And not long after, you found out that his parents had divorced. His father became abusive and a drug addict so that’s why he kept his distance from you.

Because of that, you never blamed him for acting how he did back then. But that doesn’t mean you don’t miss the old him. Even now that it has been 4 years since you left your hometown to live in Seoul to go to college, you still prayed that some day, you’d bump into him again and everything would go back to the way it was.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon and you had promised your two best friends that you would meet them for brunch and just hang out with them. You decided to wear a white low cut cropped thin strap top, a black floral skater skirt and a beige knit cardigan. To finish the outfit off, you paired it with your black combat boots.

You met up with Seonghwa and Yeosang at the mall for brunch where they took you to an italian restaurant. After eating, Yeosang told you that he and Seonghwa wanted to introduce you to their close friends and that it was time for you to meet them.

“Are you sure about this? What if they don’t like me?” You asked, a little too self-conscious.

“They’ll love you! Besides, if anything, I’ll just threaten them to leave you alone.” Yeosang said with a shrug. You couldn’t help but scoff at his sarcasm. A few hours later, Seonghwa drove you to a well known street in Hongdae.

You sat in the front passenger seat as your eyes travelled all over the place.

Once Seonghwa was done parking the car, the three of you got out of the vehicle as he locked it. Yeosang immediately placed a hand on your back to guide you towards a tattoo parlour shop located just across the road from where you were. The bell chime caught everyone’s attention in the shop as the two boys standing behind the counter whipped their heads towards the door.

Their smiles immediately got wider when they saw Seonghwa and Yeosang. “Oh hey guys! You’re here!” The cute, smaller one said, only for the tall, handsome one to speak up.

“It’s about time you guys came. You’re late for your piercing appointment with me.” Yeosang laughed knowing the boy was directing his conversation to him.

“I know, I know. But the main reason we came here was to let you meet our friend we’ve been telling you guys about.” Yeosang said as he turned back to you, who was hiding behind Seonghwa.

Yeosang chuckled at your shy being, only to slide his hand around your waist and tugged you forwards gently. “Hyung, Yunho, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Hongjoong and Yunho.” Your eyes flickered to the two boys who smiled at you and waved.

“Hello! It’s nice to finally meet you.” Hongjoong said as he held his hand out for you to take. You gently shook it in return, causing the man to giggle.

“Is she always this shy?” Hongjoong asked his two friends, only for Seonghwa to speak up.

“She’s only shy around boys she finds cute. So I guess you’re one of them.” This made you slap his stomach with the back of your hand, making the poor boy groan. You glared at him, only for Yeosang to laugh out loud before prompting you a high five.

“The rest will be out a minute. You can have a look around if you don’t plan on getting any piercings or tattoos.” Yunho said with a smile before turning to Yeosang and his smile completely disappeared before it turned into a snarl.

“Now get your ass back there. You’re late for your appointment.” Yeosang could only smile cheekily before he followed Yunho round the back.

You began to walk around the parlour, admiring the tattoo designs on the wall while Seonghwa and Hongjoong were just chatting by the counter. You were too engrossed in the tattoo designs that you completely missed the way two males just left one of the back rooms. One was a client and one was a piercing artist by the name of San who was also their friend.

You also missed the way Seonghwa pointed to you as he told San about why he and Yeosang came here today, earning a small cheeky smirk from the younger boy. You were just staring at the beautiful mermaid design when someone’s hand on your back made you jump.

It was just Seonghwa.

“Y/N, come meet another friend of ours. This is San. He’s in-charge of the piercings.” The said boy extended his hand out to you, making you shake it politely before saying hello. He too was pretty cute. Unlike Hongjoong who had two full tattoo sleeves, San was pretty clean on the skin except one or two small tattoos on his neck and inner bicep.

However, his piercings were prominent. He had a number of them on each ear, along with an eyebrow piercing on the right side and a tongue piercing.

You thought Seonghwa and Yeosang were cute. You clearly haven't seen their friends.

Right after you had just let go of San’s hand, a voice coming closer and closer to the main area made you turn your head towards the back rooms. Only to see a buff man maybe in his late 20s leave the back room. However, the person who left after him was the reason why your heart almost leaped out of your chest.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as you felt yourself stumble back a step. Crashing into Seonghwa slightly.

You watched as he went round the back of the counter to toss the tray of equipment into the sink before turning to Hongjoong and telling him the amount to charge the man.

After the man had taken the change and left, that’s when San spoke up brightly. His energy was definitely not at your level.

“Oh yah! Seonghwa hyung and Yeosang finally brought their friend over to meet us!” The individual turned off the tap and grabbed a clean cloth from the counter, only to turn around. That’s when his eyes got locked on yours. He paused his movements for a split second before returning his gesture.

But the disappointment on your face didn’t go unnoticed by him when all he did was nod his head towards you and simply turned back to go to the back room.

“Sorry about him. He can be a little rough with new people. His name is Wooyoung by the way.” San said. You clearly recognized him. His name felt all too familiar on your tongue.

Why did he react that way? Did he really not recognize you? Is he the Wooyoung from your childhood?

All these questions began to flood your train of thoughts as Yeosang and Yunho came back out laughing at something the other said. Just then, Seonghwa gently snakes his arm around your waist only to whisper in your ear.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked away from the back room that Wooyoung just entered only to nod. But you knew Seonghwa well enough to know that he didn’t buy your bullshit, yet he decided not to question any further.

A few minutes later, two more boys came in only for you to find out that they were also friends with the boys and their names were Mingi and Jongho.

The 9 of you ended up hanging out at the parlour, while you managed to warm up to San, Hongjoong and Yunho almost immediately thanks to their outgoing characters. You were seated on the couch’s armrest with your legs crossed over the other politely to cover your private area when Yeosang asked if they wanted to go grab dinner after the shop closes in an hour's time.

They all agreed to it, only for a new customer to enter. San immediately got up to attend to them who wanted piercings.

You noticed his absence in the circle when you glanced over to the back room. The boys’ voices were completely muffled in your ears as you couldn’t tear your focus off the male standing in the back room alone, looking busy.

He was wearing a plain black muscle tank. His biceps in perfect display, his right arm sleeve decorated with the most prettiest tattoo designs, his ear piercings, the left eyebrow slit and a piercing. He was hot.

You didn’t know how long you were staring, until he turned his head and caught you. With that, you quickly turned your head away in hopes that he wouldn’t think you’re a creep.

After they closed up the shop, the 9 of you dispersed to your respective vehicles to meet up at the dinner spot. You watched him carefully as Wooyoung approached the sports bike that was parked a few cars down from Seonghwa’s car. You cursed at yourself internally for out rightly checking him out when in reality, you might just be a stranger to him.

Nevertheless, you went for dinner and you bonded with the rest of them pretty quickly. Minus Wooyoung of course. That night, Seonghwa added you to their group chat and immediately, they welcomed you warmly.

Days became months ever since the rest of them first met you. The boys have been including you to most of their hangouts even if it just consists of them chilling at the parlour. However, not much has changed between you and Wooyoung. You knew you couldn’t force him to remember you so you avoided that. And he knew he couldn’t just outrightly tell you the truth cause it's been years since he last properly talked to you.

So he feels slightly embarrassed to actually talk to you and get close to you again. Today was no different as you all hung out at the mall for the day. You wore a blue floral off shoulder dress that stops at your mid thighs. You paired your outfit with a white converse, and your hair left in a straight wavy look.

Seonghwa picked you up as usual, only to compliment you on your look.

You arrived at the mall a few minutes before some of them, with Yeosang, Hongjoong and San already there. You were just leaning against the wall in between Yeosang and San, only to rest your head on Yeosang’s arm.

You were just talking to Hongjoong when you heard Yeosang call out to some familiar names. You lifted your head off his arm, only to see the remaining four boys walking up to you.

That’s when you took notice of Wooyoung’s outfit. He wore a white shirt with a black leather jacket, a white denim skinny jeans and a pair of Nikes. Damn he looked good. You looked away before he felt uncomfortable, only to bury yourself against Yeosang’s side.

You ignored his teasing, saying you were just tired when he knew that wasn’t the truth. They walked around the mall for a bit when they stood on the escalator one after another.

You were standing a few steps above Wooyoung, just talking to Jongho when he noticed a group of young boys peeking under your dress’ skirt from three steps below. But both Jongho and you didn’t notice this. He climbed up the steps, walking past the boys only to quickly come up behind you and used his body to shield your dignity from them.

But what made you jump was when you felt someone snake an arm around your waist from behind. You whipped your head around, ready to curse but your eyes melted when you saw him.

“Relax. The boys behind me were peeking under your skirt so I blocked them for you.” Wooyoung said softly, making you glance past his shoulder to see a group of young boys looking fairly annoyed at Wooyoung.

With that being said, you looked back at Wooyoung only to smile softly and said, “Thank you.”

Wooyoung could feel his heart skip a beat as they arrived on the top floor. What you thought he would let go of your waist, you were proven wrong. Wooyoung kept his arm around your waist, keeping it there naturally and it surprised you.

What you did realize is the way he kept looking back so you decided to do the same. You saw the same boys trailing behind you and this made you slightly uncomfortable.

You looked at Wooyoung who was already staring at you. Just then, you noticed the inner corner of his lips curving up into a smile.

You mimicked his expression as he playfully bopped your nose with his own, making you giggle.

Neither of you realized where you were going until the rest of them stopped in front of a restaurant. That’s when Wooyoung finally pulled away from you and you immediately missed his touch. Since that day, you couldn’t forget the way he hugged your waist, protecting you from potential harassment.

That was enough to make your heart melt even more for him. All you needed to know now is if he really doesn’t remember you or if he’s just been pretending this whole time.

It has been a month since that incident at the mall. Although Jongho was the only one who saw the small interaction between you and Wooyoung, he wasn’t one to rat people out. With that being said, nobody else except Jongho actually saw Wooyoung holding you by your waist that day.

It was currently a Saturday late afternoon and the boys invited you to hangout at Chan’s shared apartment with San and Wooyoung.

Since you were from your girls day out with Jennie, Lisa and Yeri, you were wearing a white skater skirt with a baby blue bralette that acts as a crop top for you. Your outfit was definitely more on the explicit side but it was just the boys right? They wouldn’t mind? Would they?

You arrived at their doorstep, only to be greeted by San who immediately gave you a one over, “Woah…” San said under his breath, making you realise that maybe this outfit was a bit too much.

“My outfit’s too provocative isn’t it?” You asked, making the boy panic. “What?! No! No! You look pretty, Y/N. Even hot to be honest. It’s just… like you said, a little provocative but I love it! I think you look great.” San said as he hugged you and soon dragged you in.

Suddenly, you were too shy to enter the house filled with boys and he noticed this. San chuckled as he rested a hand on your back to guide you until you were met with those in the living room. Similarly to San, everyone’s eyes were now on you, more specifically your outfit. “Woah. Since when do you own these clothes?” Seonghwa asked, making her sigh.

“I only wear these kinds of things when I’m out with my girlfriends. And I was with them, I just got lazy to head home and change. But seeing how all of you reacted, I wouldn’t mind doing it.”

Right after you ended your speech, a series of rejections came your way and it honestly baffled you.

“I just asked you about your ownership of these clothes, I never said you looked ugly in them.” Seonghwa said with a teasing smirk on his face. You scoffed as you stole a cushion from behind Mingi only to toss it in Seonghwa’s face.

However, the conversation got cut off when the halted footsteps down the hallway caught everyone’s attention.

There Wooyoung stood, in his grey sweatpants and a plain black muscle tank. His ash grey hair cutely tousled on his head as he scanned your outfit from head to toe, suddenly feeling his throat get dry and his face get hot. Since when did his childhood neighbour get this hot?

The room fell silent until Wooyoung spoke up first to get you attention.

“You look… nice.”

His simple comment made your heart melt as you thanked him shyly before putting your purse down beside Yunho on the couch and soon excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Once you were inside, you locked the door and soon stared at yourself in the mirror. You totally don’t blame them for staring but why did you feel extra warm when Wooyoung stared at you?

Fuck, this is torture.

Meanwhile in the living room, the minute you were gone, Yeosang was the first one to whisper out loud. “In the past 4 years I’ve known her, I have never once seen her in anything like that. What is she so hot for?”

“She looked really pretty just now. But I feel bad that she looked slightly uncomfortable.” Mingi said, making Wooyoung glance at the hallway.

A few minutes later, you finally left the bathroom ready to join the others when a familiar voice called for you from down the hall. You turned around to see Wooyoung poking his head out his bedroom door. He gestured for you to come over and so you did. Once you were in front of his bedroom, he carefully pulled you in before closing the door behind him.

“Wooyoung? What are we doing here?” You asked as he walked over to his dresser, only to pull out an oversized sweater before coming back to you.

“Here, wear this. Even though the rest of us really liked your outfit and we think you look really pretty in it, we do notice you being uncomfortable wearing that around us.” The room fell quiet as you stared at the sweater in his hand before looking back up at him.

“Wooyoung-” He cut you off by gently placing the sweater in your hands, making you smile.

“Thank you.”

He smiled softly at you as he watched you put the sweater over your head. It definitely was a bit too big on you but you loved it. Especially since it had a strong scent of him. After you were done, you spoke up saying, “Let’s go.” However, before you could reach for the door handle, Wooyoung stops you by sliding an arm around your waist.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you turned around to face him. You thought he would say something but what happened next made your heart skip a beat.

Wooyoung simply pressed his lips on your softly, his eyes fluttered shut as he moved his lips against yours. You were quick to do the same, hands finding their way up his chest and around his neck. You felt him hug you, deepening the kiss when you opened your mouth for him. Wooyoung pulled away for a brief second only to kiss you again. It was a kiss that he had been longing for, and he was finally getting it.

He soon pulled away, heavy breaths mingled together as you pressed your foreheads against one another. The room fell silent, your fingertips tracing down his neck before you spoke up.

“You remember who I am, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then why… why did you act like you didn’t know me?” Wooyoung let out a soft sigh before he spoke up.

“I’m really sorry. I just thought you would have forgotten me since I treated you awfully since my dad became an addict… I’m so sorry Y/N.” Wooyoung whispered against your lips, making you cup his face.

“Shh, it’s okay… I forgive you.” You said as you kissed the tip of his nose, only for him to hug you. He buried his face in your neck, feeling him plant soft kisses onto your skin. You both stayed like that for a while, just embracing each other after all these years. You were the first to pull away, only to kiss him again.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

“I promise.”

You smiled as he pecked your lips and soon, both of you came back out to join the others. They asked you where you were, only for you to say you had a quick catch up session with Wooyoung. That stirred some confusion from them but they didn’t question any further. They also didn’t comment on the sweater that was now covering your body.

A few hours later, you were all playing a game of truth or dare as you sat in between Mingi and Wooyoung. The bottle stopped at you, making you choose dare over truth. “I dare you to kiss someone in this room right now.” You found yourself smirking as you shrugged your shoulders confidently.

“Easy.”

Without further ado, you didn’t even need to think as you turned to your left and kissed Wooyoung with a smile gracing over your lips. The gasps didn’t go unheard by you and Wooyoung but you couldn’t help but focus on your childhood neighbour.

Wooyoung reaches up to hold your face gently as the other hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer. After you pulled away with a soft giggle, Yeosang couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Since when are you two close?”

“Actually, he was my childhood neighbour.” That’s when Hongjoong spoke up loudly in shock.

“She’s the one you’ve been telling me about?! I told you she would cross paths with you again and things would get better!” You turned to Wooyoung, only to see his ears turn red.

You found out that he had told Hongjoong everything about you and his friendship with you except for your name. You couldn’t help but laugh as Wooyoung hugged your side before kissing your cheek. This was such an endearing side of him, something you would never expect coming from a scary looking boy with two full sleeve tattoos.

Nevertheless, you were happy things got resolved between you and him.

~~~

#ateez scenarios #ateez wooyoung #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez wooyoung fluff #ateez wooyoung scenarios #atz wooyoung #atz x reader #atz wooyoung fluff #atz wooyoung scenarios

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spinster-sisters · 3 years

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Nobody asked but here is my opinion:

Boob men:

Seonghwa, Jongho

Ass men:

Wooyoung, Hongjoong, san

Thigh men:

Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang

I have mentioned this before but Seonghwa gives me the vibes that he does not care about the size of anyone's chest, he just likes them. It seems like he would enjoy the "prettiness" of it where its just soft and squishy and cute but also like...hot

Jongho is kinda hard to read for various reasons but I think he would stick with the classics. I feel like he is the type of dude gravitate to "traditionally" sexy things and while he would love every part of you he would definitely enjoy the occasionally low cut shirt or lacy bra.

First off for our ass men Wooyoung just screams booty to me. In a world were butts are at the forefront of sexuality I think he would love how quickly he could turn any situation with his partner sexual just by a booty smack.

Hongjoong is another one thats hard to place but I think he favors the booty. In fact? I think he liked butts before it was cool (I dont know what that means) but like in a more practical explanation I think that visuals are very important to him during sex, like he wants a view the whole time, and a jiggly booty is a great view.

San. Fuck if I know. For real though, San is a handsy man, and would CONSTANTLY have his hands on his partners ass, like not even sexually, he just vibes with the squish and the intimacy like yes thank you for trusting him with your butt.

YUNHOOO. Oh boy do I have opinions on this. Big hand man wants to palm your thigh. Big hand man wants to grip it hard enough to leave marks, big hand man likes the way your legs look wrapped around him. More than anything he likes thick thighs in socks, I don’t make the rules I just enforce them. Thighs make Yunho’s brain go burrrrrr.

Mingi. This is kinda soft but I feel like it isn't even the sexual part that he digs. Like I feel like he would like using them as pillows. He thinks that you look so cute when you’re wearing shorts or skirts and your legs look so pretty it would end him. Also he defo likes thick people. Once again not an opinion, just a fact.

Yeosang. Some people will disagree with me but they are wrong. He likes ease of access. Picture this, your sitting on the couch, simply vibing, and Yeosang can just reach over and pinch your flesh just enough to make you yelp? Yes. Or even just standing in line somewhere and he can appreciate the way your legs look in your jeans? Without it being obvious that he's checking you out? He vibes.

once again, nobody asked but Im going to tell you anyways. I have many strong opinions on many things and am happy to share.

#ateez reactions #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez au

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okaywa · 4 years

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I love your works omg! 🥺 could I request hcs for oikawa , Kuroo and bokuto where their s/o just finished a bunch of school work and they “reward” them 😳 if you get what i’m saying 😂 (smut is all I ask for basically 😳) thank you! ❤️❤️

ddHahah my classes just started so here we gooo

... wish I had a haikyuu man to reward me lmao

NSFW BENEATH THE CUT

Oikawa

is first of all one of the neediest boys even though he acts indifferent sometimes (mainly when he’s stressed about volleyball)

but even though everyone says he only cares about volleyball he is actually so attentive and in tune with you

he’s an amazing boyfriend and you can pry that out of my cold dead fingers

so of course he sees how hard you've been working and is so proud of you for powering through your massive workload

bc sometimes its easier to get overwhelmed and lost in it

(this is unnecessary to the request but y’all met in Argentina while you’re studying abroad and he’s playing in the San Juan club)

But he’s barely seen you all week :(( stupid exams so he let himself into your apartment after practice to find you passed out in your bed, backpack tossed against the wall

He smiles softly at the sight, he can't help it, you're just so cute. You're hugging one of your pillows while wearing a sweatshirt of his that he’d left here (on purpose but you didn't have to know that.) He crawls up the bed, careful not to bounce the mattress and leans over you, pressing featherlight kisses against your cheeks and lips. He can tell you're starting to wake up by your little twitches and the scrunch of your eyebrows.

“Mm, Tooru, when did you get here,” you slur sleepily, shoving aside the pillow to wrap your arms around him instead.

“Just now, sweetheart,” he murmurs, not letting up on his kisses until you purse your lips for him.

He kisses you languidly, like the slow build up of the morning tide just a few miles away, until he’s got you pinned to the mattress. His hips grind down on yours, soft gasps shared between the two of you when his tip hits your clit just right. You're still sleepy, despite the sudden arousal that sends sparks through your tummy, so he keeps it relaxed. He captures your lips again, the rutting of his cock against your damp panties steady as to cause a quick buildup of heat in your core.

“So proud of you, sweet thing,” he sighs into your ear. “Hnn- ah.. you work so hard..”

“Tooru,” you whine, now moving in time with his slow thrusts.

“Shh-shh, let me take care of you,” he smiles down at you gently, rolling his hips at a new angle so his tip nudges your clit each time.

You nod weakly, lips parting for his tongue as he guides you to completion. His hips lose their rhythm once you stiffen beneath him, whining as your orgasm finally crests and spreads through your core. Oikawa grunts above you, dropping his forehead against your clavicle while his cock throbs against your ruined panties and he spills into his pants.

“Love you,” you pant against his hairline.

“Love you too,” his lips press warmly against your throat.

Kuroo

probably has just as much work as you but hes clingy so he insists that y'all study together even though your majors are totally different and you're not much help to each other

He’s the type to shove your papers out of your lap so he can lay his head there, or he just puts his head right on top of them

just constantly in the way but you love him so its kinda cute

also I think Kuroo is one of those ppl who barely takes notes, is on his phone the entire lecture, and only studies the night before and somehow still has a 4.0, I hate him (sike)

that or he’s so studious he keeps track of your due dates as well

Yall come back to your shared apartment exhausted but pleased exams are over

“Mm, just one more semester and we graduate,” Kuroo sighs, wrapping you in a tight hug so he can rest his chin on the top of your head. “How do you think you did?”

You laugh into his chest, squeezing your arms around his waist. “I feel good about them, actually.”

Kuroo smiles proudly, ruffling your hair before grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss. You smile against his lips, humming when his fingers start to play with the hem of your shirt mischievously.

“Tetsuuu,” you whine when he tugs insistently. “We just got home...”

“I knowww,” he mimics, slowly walking you backwards until your knees hit the back of the couch. “But I want to show my pretty girl how proud I am of her for getting through these exams.”

Your stomach flutters at the low, sultry drop of his voice. He nips at your ear teasingly before pushing you to sit.

“As soon as I saw you put this little skirt on this morning,” Kuroo grins, dropping to his knees in front of you. “I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like I hide my head under here and...”

His fingers tease the damp cloth of your panties lightly. “Devour you.”

You whimper as he looks up at you through his lashes, fingers stroking your covered folds more firmly. He cocks his head curiously until you nod desperately, parting your thighs eagerly for him. His smirk widens once he lays his eyes on your ruined panties and he wastes no time pulling them down your legs and shoving them in his pocket.

Grabbing your thighs, he pulls your butt to the edge of the cushion and drops your calves over his shoulders. He immediately draws his tongue through your soaked folds to tickle at your clit. He moans throatily, murmuring about how delicious you taste before burying his face between your thighs.

“Haaah- ah! Testu!”

Kuroo’s tongue immediately licks inside of you, his nose pressed firmly to your clit. Gasping at his fervor, you grasp at his hair, knowing how much he enjoyed having you pull it. His eyes immediately fluttered open, heavily lidded and foggy with lust. Winking up at you, he curls his tongue just right and groans when your thighs lock around his neck. He shakes his head slightly to give your clit just enough stimulation to have you hurdling to a quick orgasm.

He licks up your slick eagerly, determined to catch every drop but is cut short when you writhe away from the intense overstimulation. He laughs softly, climbing up the couch to smash his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“Mm, let’s go to the bedroom,” he rumbles, nibbling at your bottom lip.

Bokuto

He is so damn proud of you it’s adorable

He’s been gushing for the past week and a half to his teammates about how smart his girlfriend is

He’s a little bummed you haven't been able to pay attention to him but he understands and is happy to just watch you study

So when you finally get home from your last exam he pounces on you

Scoops you up and brings you to the bedroom immediately

“Kou!” You laugh into the crook of his neck, squeaking when he suddenly drops you on the bed.

“I've missed you so much,” Bokuto clambers on top of you. “Been driving me crazy with how busy you’ve been.”

“I know, handsome,” you frown sympathetically, bushing your fingers through his wild hair.

“I’m so proud of you though,” he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “Fuck, you're so smart. Pretty sure Atsumu was ready to throw a ball at my head because I wouldn’t shut up about you.”

He settles on top of you, kissing a wet trail up to your jaw. Your hands are gliding up his back muscles and grabbing at his broad shoulders.

“Kou... I need you to-” you're cut off by his lips on yours.

“I know, baby, I got you,” his rough hands shove your pants down so you can kick them off. “How about I make you cum for each of your exams, hm? I think that’s a good reward for all your hard work.”

“Please,” you whimper, needing him to release all of the stress that had built up.

“How many was it, baby?” He asks while pulling his shirt over his head.

“Six,” you take in his toned chest and defined abs hungrily.

“Six orgasms it is,” he grins, pulling your own shirt off.

Within seconds he’s knuckles deep inside you, groaning about how ready you always are for him. He pumps and curls his fingers perfectly, thumbing at your clit until you’re cumming all over his hand.

His cock is always a delicious mix of a burning stretch and a sensation of fullness. Bokuto’s cock was thick and long, his head dragging along your g-spot with each of his rolling thrusts. Your walls suck him in greedily, clenching so tightly that he’s whining against your lips.

“So wound up, aren't you?” He pants. “Need me to take the edge off, huh?”

You already have tears in your eyes as you nod, crying out when his fingers find your clit. He ruts his cock into you roughly, gritting out praises until you arch underneath him and cum for a second time. He stops completely, kissing your cheeks gently while you recover.

“Kou...” your eyebrows draw together. “You didn't...?” “Four more times,” he grins, and slowly starts thrusting again.

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thran-duils · 3 years

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My Perfect Pet

Title: My Perfect Pet Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Boss Tony Stark. Reader disobeys Mr. Stark’s order to work in his office and learns her lesson for disobeying when he tells her to do something. Words: 2,303 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dom/sub, fingering, shameless smut, boss/employee relationship, punishment, office sex Author’s Note: I had a dream, alright? I got distracted from the other fics because of it.

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You walked into one of the old filing rooms where one of the old assistants was already working to scan old documents in. A whole archive had been discovered recently and they needed all of the papers uploaded onto the Stark database.

Aeisha looked up when you walked in and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought Abby was going to be down here with me.”

“She really wanted to be around and in Mr. Stark’s office.”

When you had arrived this morning, the head security told you where you were supposed to be. Mr. Stark gave orders at the beginning of the day where all of you were supposed to be and he had wanted you assisting him today. But Abby had complained to you, pouting. You figured it was not a big deal and told her you would take her job down in the filing room instead. She had been ecstatic.

The other girl snorted and said, “Of course she does. She’s been trying to get him to fuck her for months.”

You stammered, “W-what?”

“He has his favorites. She wants to be one of them.” She held up her phone, the newest version, and smirked, “He gives good gifts to keep us away from HR. Not that I would ever consider that.”

“You… have sex with him?”

Aeisha shrugged, “When he wants. It’s not often. In between the ladies at his parties and some other girls in the building, there’s time in between.” She saw the look on your face and gave a hearty laugh. “He’s good in bed. Don’t worry. When I said I wouldn’t consider going to HR, I mean it. That man knows how to work my pussy.”

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, opening one of the boxes. ‘I didn’t know I was gonna have to potentially fuck my boss if he ever gets a wild hair. Wasn’t in the job description. Sure, he’s extremely attractive – sexy – but, Jesus. That’s asking for issues if you ever wanna be in a relationship with someone and he’s still expecting it. Maybe I should be thanking Abby for taking his office today.”

Aeisha closed the scanner and shot you a curious look. “Wait… did you clear that switch with him?”

You shook your head and she rose her eyebrows, looking concerned.

“What?”’ you asked worriedly. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We are both gonna do the same thing no matter where we are at.”

“He wanted to see you in there, Y/N. He’s very specific about his instructions.”

Your stomach did a flip flop and you asked worriedly, “Am I going to get in trouble?”

Aeisha shrugged, “Who knows? If he hasn’t sent Abby back down here in the next twenty minutes, maybe it’ll just slide.”

You did not want to lose this job; it was well paying, especially for NYC.

“I guess I’ll just… go up there if she gets put back down here,” you said slowly, thumbing through the files.

You picked some of the papers up and asked Aeisha where she was filing the paperwork before going to your own scanner. You kept tensing whenever you heard someone walk by, thinking it was Abby coming down to fetch you and make you go upstairs where Mr. Stark wanted to see you. It was customary for you to wear pencil line skirts and low-cut shirts with heels, something that had been encouraged by the hiring manager. And you learned quickly it was just the norm with all of the assistants. Thankfully, you had already had a good enough collection started with going out wear that was easily masked as office wear. Such as the bodycon dress you were wearing today, the long zipper up the back that you had had to have your roommate help you with. But now you wondered if maybe you should cut back on it a little bit, knowing what you did now.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of your mind, focusing on your work.

<><><>

It was almost 9:00pm when you were walking back from the filing room. You told your immediate supervisor that you would take a few more hours today to be able to get off early tomorrow for your appointment tomorrow afternoon a few weeks ago.

You stopped though outside Mr. Stark’s office, hearing noises coming from within. You furrowed your brow confused considering how late it was. You put your hand on the door, your ear coming closer. Someone yelped loudly inside and you threw the door open in alarm, thinking someone was getting hurt.

Upon seeing Mr. Stark being straddled by a naked woman and another kissing him beside them on the couch, you almost vomited in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I thought—goodnight!” you stammered, closing the door clumsily and rushing off.

<><><>

You were not surprised in the slightest when you arrived the next morning that Mr. Stark wanted you in his office. Reluctantly, you walked to the door and knocked. He called from inside and you took a deep breath, your heart hammering. All you could see was them on the couch last night and feel your mortification that had kept you up half the night.

He was working off to the side of his desk with a hologram table, his back to you. He was wearing a three-piece suit as usual, sans the jacket, all black.

You did not know what to say – if you should say anything too – so you just stood there awkwardly until he sensed the awkwardness too and turned around. You did not miss the slight smirk that graced his lips at the sight of you.

“Mhm, Y/N. Good morning,” he greeted you, closing the hologram and turning around to stride back to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you managed to say.

He sat on the edge of the desk, running his eyes over you. You had chosen a mid-thigh dress, still showing leg but the top was long sleeved, no cleavage.

You blurted becoming uncomfortable with the silence, “I really am sorry.”

“For?” he questioned.

That caught you off guard and you stammered, “U-uh. Last night?”

“Oh, that,” Tony chuckled. “I didn’t know anyone was still on the floor. Quite a surprise to see you. Did throw the vibe off a bit, took me out of my element, really.” He cleared his throat and said, “As a matter of fact, thank you for apologizing because the sex really wasn’t as great as it was going to be if I hadn’t of seen you. Because it just reminded me of earlier in the day when I was expecting to see you when I came in the morning and I was severely annoyed when it wasn’t you. So, I was just a little irked during the whole threesome.”

He snickered seeing you at loss for words. “Well, I figure you can make it up to me. We can break in the couch. Just you and me.”

A strangled noise left your throat. “What?”

“Did I stammer? You disobeyed what I asked yesterday. I was gonna let it slide and give you a chance to make it right next time – aka this morning when I requested you again to be in here. I like my assistants in the building to follow directions specifically how I ask them. But then, you came in and interrupted when I was about to plow two of the hottest models on the market right now and threw off my vibe.”

That sounded so ridiculous, you said before you could stop yourself, “You still had sex with them.”

His eyes crinkled with his dangerous smile. “That’s cheeky. You are very determined to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? I didn’t mark you as bratty. Everyone’s got their surprises though...”

He stood up from the desk and you fought to stand your ground, your hands still folded in front of you. His eyes were searching hungrily, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You’re definitely not a top rider like Vivian or Aeisha. They love sitting in my lap… reverse cowgirl…” Heat came to your cheeks as he ran his eyes over you again, lingering on your legs. A wicked smirk came to his face as he met your gaze again. “No. That’s not you. Not at all. You’re a perfect candidate for training.”

Training…?

“In fact, we can have your first lesson now. Lock the door.”

“Mr. Stark—”

He sat on the couch and said, “Do you remember me just saying that I like my assistants to listen? And follow directions just as they’re told? This is your chance to do that. So, impress me, sweetheart. Or leave the building and don’t come back. I’ll have someone mail your check or direct deposit. Whatever the hell you have set up.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, and he was staring back, a hard look in his eyes. He was not messing around. Swallowing sharply, you turned on your heel and went to the door, sliding the lock into place. You turned around, your heart thumping.

“Take your dress off. Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, reaching for the piece of cloth on the table. You had failed to notice it sitting there before; he had already had this on his mind before you had come in apparently. “And get over my knee.”

Mortified, you took a step back towards the door and his eyes flashed at the movement.

“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

You had a choice, really you did. You could find other work, but you did not want to. Sucking down a deep breath, you walked over towards him. He reached forward again and grabbed a small remote, clicking it. The large TV turned on at the end of the office and he turned on a random show, turning the volume up.

Your dress fell to your ankles and you stepped out of it. There was a fire sparked seeing the way he was looking at you, drinking you in. But it made you extremely nervous too; what if this went sideways and you lost the job anyway?

The blindfold was waiting on his thigh and you reached for it, putting it on and laid across his lap. You could feel his length through his dress pants, causing heat to come to your core already as well. You squirmed with the anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard and you gasped loudly with the sting. His hand caressed at your ass, squeezing. “Look at that nice jiggle you had just there. You’re gonna tell me you’re sorry when this is all done and take this like an obedient girl. Right?”

“Right.”

“’Right, sir’,” Tony corrected you.

“Right, sir,” you squeaked in repeat back to him.

He hummed in approval before he smacked you again, harder this time. He yanked your underwear down and ordered you to kick them off. He helped getting them around your heels and you felt him toss them. His hand was back on your ass, squeezing and admiring. Another smack landed and then another, drawing a low groan from you.

Tony’s fingers delved past your wet folds, running up and down your sex. A finger slipped in as his thumb massaged your clit, causing you to pant in need.

“Look at you, you little wanton harlot,” Tony husked, adding another finger.

He pulled his hand away and laid another hard smack across your cheeks, leaving wetness from you.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You did what he told you and you squealed when he slapped your pussy, instinctively clenching and driving your hips forward.

“Keep them open!”

Hesitantly, you did what he said, and you cried out softly when he smacked your pussy again, repeatedly. The contact was reverberating, stimulating. He was driving you insane, loving the contact on your clit from each hit. You heard him spit and his other hand came to rub at your tight ring, wet from his spit, while the other found your nub again, circling faster now. He was working you too well, it was too much pressure. You did not want to come all over him, and you clenched again, trying to stop him from touching you.

He laid a rough smack across your ass and growled, “I told you to keep your legs open!”

Whimpering, you opened your legs again to him and he praised, “Good girl. Now, are you, sorry, pet?” You nodded and he squeezed at your nub causing you to whine sharply. “Tell me!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

“Mhm, you’re a fast learner. Such a good girl. But what are you sorry for?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

“Not listening to you! For interrupting you!” you panted, gripping at the couch fabric.

“Yeah, that was really naughty of you,” Tony agreed, his knuckles brushing your sex as he hit your g spot. “Very naughty.” Your breath was quick and short, and he cooed, “Sweetheart, do you need to come?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” you begged, embarrassed simultaneously how easily you had come unraveled. How easy it was for you to fall into this role.

Tony hit your spot again and you moaned pathetically. “You can let go. Come for me.”

You cried out, shaking, coming undone around his fingers. His other hand came to your throat, holding tight as he continued to stroke you, slower now as you shook with your release. He squeezed in slightly and that only added a cherry on top to your orgasm.

Empty of him, you heard him salaciously sucking on his fingers, his other hand still flexing gently on your throat, and he hummed in approval again. “I think with some more lessons, you can shape up to my perfect pet.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

#tony stark x reader #dark tony stark #dark marvel fic #my shit

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daisyteez · 3 years

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mine (c.j.h)

requested by: @gummyjjong hope you like it 💞

(gif credit: staytinyunni)

smut, female reader, kissing in front of others (briefly), possessive!jongho, marking/hickies, strength kink, teasing, cute but cringy petnames, oral (f recieving), fingering, unprotected sex (please be safe), cumming inside (again be safe), fluffy ending

you had decided to wear something cute for your boyfriend, jongho. it was a cropped light pink top with a matching skirt, with your hair in pigtails. you came up to him when he was on the couch, kissing his neck.

he was sitting with san, mingi, yunho and hongjoong, so his face and ears turned bright red when he felt your lips on his neck. "hey baby, what's got you worked up" he asked, slowly putting his arm around your waist.

"just you jongie bear" you said, making the boys bust out laughing. jongho's cheeks and ears were bright red at this point, making you smile at how shy he got. "baby, dont call me that in front of them" he whispered.

you pouted and sat on his lap, your skirt coming up a bit to show you were wearing nothing but jongho's favorite pair of panties on you, black lacy with pink bows on it.

you then kissed his neck more, making his eyes go wide. he removed your face from his neck. he appreciated that you were giving him affection, but he knew his friends would use this as a joke with him for a long time, and he didn't want his friends seeing your body.

he noticed his friends staring at your ass, making him frustrated. he got up, carrying you the way same way you sat on his lap. "dont look at her like that again, guys" he said, before walking you into his room, locking the door behind you.

"what were you doing, sitting on my lap and wearing something so cute in front of the boys. they could see your ass, love." he said, and you pouted at him. "what? i just dont want them looking at you in such a perverted manner, you're mine." he said to you, and you nodded "i'm sorry, i didn't think they were out there"

he sat next to you on the bed "it's okay baby, but i do need to remind who's yours" he said with a sinister smile, making you nod and chuckle. he then took your shirt off to expose your bare breasts. "no bra? such a naughty girl" he said before groping both of them with his strong hands, making you whine.

"j-just for you, jongie bear" you said, making him smile. "yes, just mine" he said before leaving a few hickies on either one, making you squeal. when he was done he lifted your skirt up, licking his lips when he saw the wet spot on your panties.

"so wet, all for me" he said, taking off your panties and throwing them in the pile where your shirt was. jongho then stripped himself of his shirt, his abs on full display, a sight that even you rarely saw.

you looked at him and your mouth open a bit, making him smile. he went down inbetween your legs and began giving small licks to your pussy, making you whine. "whos yours? who is the one eating this pussy, the only one allowed to eat or fuck this pussy?" jongho asked, taking a break from licking and was rubbing your clit slowly.

"you, jongho, only you" you said to him, and he smiled. "yes. just me." he confirmed and kissed your pussy multiple time, inbetween kisses mumbling "mine". he went back to properly eating you out, taking a finger and fucking it in and out of your hole.

"please- ah fuck! right there!" you moaned as jongho hit your gspot. "yeah babydoll, right here? that's your spot?" he teased, curling his finger to hit that place multiple times.

"fuck, im gonna cum, can i please?" you asked him, breathless. "yes baby, but i need you to tell me who's making you cum". you whine and nod, moaning his name as he fingered and ate you out to your first orgasm.

he got up after and took his jeans off, leaving him in only his boxers, his large bulge prominent in them. you stroked him through the underwear, making him whine prettily, biting his lip. you then took his cock out, it slapped against his stomach, leaking precum.

you try to take it in your mouth but jongho stops you. "it's alright love, this right now is about you. you can make it up to me tomorrow". you nod and he smiles before picking you up into his strong arms.

he placed his cock into your pussy, hands holding your ass to help you bounce up and down, making you both whine. this has to be his favorite position, because it makes him happy that you trust him enough to do it, and he knows how much you love it.

you had your arms over his shoulders hiding your face in his neck, moaning into it. "why so shy? we both know you love when i fuck you like this" he teased, making you moan into his neck more. he just chuckled and continued bouncing you.

a few minutes later, he sat down and sat you on his cock, you now bouncing on your own. "j-jongie, gonna c-cum" you whine. "same baby, where do you want it?" he asked, "inside me, i'm on the pill! i want you to mark me, confirm that im yours and you're mine"

he smiled and gave a nod, you then cumming on his cock before he came inside you. he then pulled out and giggled, making you laugh too at how he can switch from being so hot to a complete teddy bear.

you could tell he was just happy that you let him cum inside you for the first time, which is why you laughed, also because his laugh is contagious. "do you wanna clean up and cuddle before we sleep?" he asked rubbing your back. "of course my love".

#jongho smut #choi jongho smut #ateez smut #atz smut #kpop smut #seonghwa smut #hongjoong smut #yunho smut #yeosang smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut

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hualianff · 3 years

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Thrift Shoppers

BY and PX are out shopping at a thrift store. PX waits for BY to try clothes on to show him her outfits. He sees another man lounged on the only couch near the dressing rooms. The man’s long hair is tied back into a long braid, an eyepatch on his right eye.

When BY comes out in her first several outfits, PX isn’t sure how to give an opinion. He’s not stylistic by any means and mostly wears what his mother recommends. (PX comes from a well-off household, only the luxury brands are acceptable.)

As BY goes back into the dressing room with minimal comments from PX, the man with the eyepatch speaks up.

“If you want to be invited to go shopping with your girlfriend in the future, you’re going to have to put in more effort than that,” he says.

PX blanches.

“S-she’s not my girlfriend,” he stutters. The unspoken “yet” hangs in the air.

“But you want her to be,” the stranger says knowingly.

PX deflates a bit.

“Is it that obvious?” He asks. The man clicks his tongue, giving PX a side-eye.

“To her, probably not. At most, you’re giving her three-syllable answers when she asks for your opinion—which she clearly values,” he informs idly.

“I’m not the most knowledgeable with fashion,” PX admits.

The other man now gives him a once-over. “Hmm, I wouldn’t say that. But let me help with the next one.”

The sound of the dressing door opens, but it’s the door to the left of BY’s. Out steps another man in light-wash jeans and a pink knitted sweater.

“San Lang, what do you think of this one?”

“Gege, come a bit closer,” the eye-patched man responds. PX watches with interest as it seems the men had come shopping together. “Hmm, I really like the shade of the sweater. Is it comfortable?”

“Very!” The other man answers, holding his arms out to the side and wiggling happily. PX notices how the collar scoops low enough to expose his collar bones.

Was this considered the latest style?

PX sneaks a glance at the eye-patched man and sees that though his shirt isn’t revealing, it’s incredibly tight. The sheer fabric stretches tightly upon a wide chest, leaving little to the imagination of what is underneath.

PX shakes those certain thoughts out of his head. He tears his eyes away from both men who stand quite close to each other now. The eye-patched man, who PX now seems as “San Lang,” assesses his partner’s pants.

“Can Gege turn around in a circle?”

The other man complies, slow and practiced.

“The pants look a bit tight, but Gege likes them like this, right?”

“Hmm, yes. They’re fine back here-“ the man in the sweater gestures to his backside, which impressively fills out the pants. “-but if I squat down-“

He bends his knees and squats down. Both men on the couch widen their eyes in concern as strong, thick quad muscles bulge the fabric of the pants—threatening to rip at the seams.

“Okay, ahahahah, these are definitely too tight then,” the man says as he quickly stands up. “I’ll try on the next pair.”

He shoots his partner a grateful smile before rushing back into the dressing room.

PX blinks in realization.

So this was the correct way to give one’s opinion about another’s style of clothes? Not that SL was overly critical with his words, but he served as a second pair of eyes that aided his partner to a decision about the clothes.

“Don’t overthink it. Provide compliments, ask questions, and give feedback that you think will be helpful,” SL suggests, spreading his legs as he leans back into the couch.

PX, sitting with a straight back and proper leg position, vaguely thinks he needs to relax a bit.

Before PX can respond, BY’s dressing room door opens up. She steps out in a high-waisted plaid skirt reaching mid-thigh and a white crop-top that accentuates her build nicely.

PX tries to swallow but ends up choking on his spit. Out of the corner of his eye, PX sees the other man duck his head into his hand.

“Pull it together, man,” PX tells himself.

“Pei-ge, how does this look?” BY prompts, doing a cute little twirl so the skirt flares out.

“You look…beautiful,” PX honestly says. He couldn’t find any other words besides beautiful because that’s directly where PX’s mind goes when it comes to BY. He thinks she could even make a burlap sack look great.

(Also, not @ how he complimented BY herself in the clothes instead of the clothes.)

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure if the top would fit to cover enough, but I think it looks good,” BY says enthusiastically. She peers at herself in the full-body length mirrors, then turns back to PX. “I’ll definitely get the skirt. I’m going to try on a few more tops with it.”

BY reaches for the dressing room door handle, but before she can open it, PX manages to sneak in one last comment.

“The black shirt, you know, the one with the long sleeves, I think it would look really good with that skirt,” PX says tentatively.

Except as soon as he says those words, he meekly shuts his mouth. What if BY thinks his suggestions are weird? Or he’s being too pushy?

Don’t get him wrong, PX doesn’t care about his pushiness with anyone else other than BY. With BY, PX would like to be equals. He would never want to force his opinions or make her feel like her own opinions and choices don’t matter.

However, BY’s eyes light up as she takes in PX’s comment.

“That sounds perfect. I’ll try on that one next.” She exclaims. “Thank you, Pei-ge!”

As soon as the door closes, SL gives him an approving look.

“That was better. Giving feedback shows that you’re engaged in your time together. It makes the shopping experience more enjoyable for both of you. Even if it’s not your thing,” SL says.

“Right…” PX mutters.

“And don’t worry, you’ll learn to function with that crush of yours,” SL continues. “I’ve been doing it for years.”

Meanwhile, in the dressing rooms right by each other…

“Hua Lao Shi? How was that?” BY whispers through the thin wall.

“He definitely sounded winded…you probably took his breath away with your beauty,” XL whispers back, feeling like a proud father. “Keep it up.”

BY is a sophomore at the college XL teaches at. She took XL’s beginning environmental science course in freshman year and is currently in his advanced sustainability elective. BY loves XL’s methods of teaching; she hopes to become XL’s TA next year.

BY had run into XL on the way to the dressing rooms. After telling her professor about the guy she’s shopping with and hoping to date, XL suggests they get dressing rooms beside each other. That way, he can guide her in assessing whether PX is romantically interested in her.

PX, who is in a completely different school, didn’t recognize XL or his partner. XL had texted HC about BY’s simulation beforehand. HC, content to coach this child in proper etiquette when shopping with anyone you care about, sneaks a confirming glance at XL as he walks back after another mini-catwalk.

XL and HC know these two will be just fine.

Bonus:

(HC: “Gege, I may have…a crush on you.” 🥺

XL: “San Lang, we’ve been together for eight years, married for five.”

HC: 🥺

XL: “I have a crush on you too.” 😇)

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #peiyue #hualian au #peiyue au #ban yue #pei xiu #hua cheng #xie lian #cerdrabbles #slice of life #thrift shopping

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