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bitchlessdino · 10 months

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okok i'm here for a request

wonwoo as your coworker who you've been having an office romance with - which you have been taking as a joke. everyone thinks you'll get together, and you play along with that. but wonwoo is very serious.

so late night booty call from coworker!wonwoo? or maybe drunk dial to wonwoo and the aftermath the next day (fucking in the office)

Pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.9k

tags: office au, feturin bartender!chan and coworker!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, exhibitionism, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, pet name

author note: hi bee ily bee, you're messed up for this bee. but im worse for producing it gdjgwkjg. anyways enjoy wonu rot

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Wonwoo is a handsome guy and it was clear as day to everyone in the office. You like having a bit of his attention. He’s funny and quite friendly with you, but that is perhaps because the first time you met you had the courage to fight with him over the last jam-filled donut in the break room. Since then, there’s never not been a reason to talk as if you’ve known each other forever.

You admit some of the socializing you’ve been having with Wonwoo is more than what you do with any other coworker, let alone friend, but you were just playing along and it was too late to go back. Besides, both of you know what this is. All this talk was simply harmless flirting, playful jokes, and lively banter. You make it clear at the end of it all that there is nothing between you and Wonwoo, that things are as platonic as two subordinates can get.

You can’t say the rest of the office believes that though, seeing as so many of them with jealous glares in your direction or the nudges from the suspecting coworkers that ‘lowkey ship’ you two together as if you were some characters in television.

“Ugh, you two make me sick. Just get together and have beautiful children already.”

You and Wonwoo shared a harmonious chuckle together, one louder in humor and it wasn’t the man dashing in a silk silver necktie.

“I wish I could, but they like to sleep on the left side even though I also sleep on the left side and I don't know how that would work,” Wonwoo knocks against your shoulder

“Not to mention he likes cats way more than dogs and the fact that we could never really be together because we’re just good coworkers.”

“Right,” he lightly punches, indicating agreement. “It’d be a really bad idea if we were actually together.”

You raise your brows, almost offended. “Woah, woah. I never said it was really bad.”

“But you were thinking about it.”

“Lover quarrel I hear?” Mingyu butts in after getting his morning joe. “They’re always at it at this time of day.”

You roll your eyes at the giant. “All I’m saying is. I and Wonwoo are good together at work. Just work. Dare I say he’s a good work husband, even if he steals the last of the pastries—“

“Will you ever let that go—“

“No—and that’s all there is everyone. Sorry to disappoint.”

The crowd gives their share of snide smirks before dispersing. Mingyu is the last to stay behind, a Cheshire smile on his face. “Sure, you two. Just keep your hands to yourself around here…if you can help it.”

You were about to throw a light kick at the man before he started scurrying off, leaving you and Wonwoo in your lonesome as always.

“They mean no harm by the way,” Wonwoo points out, “but if it bothers you that much, I can tell them to lay off.”

“Nu-uh,” you reply, shaking your head, “and make me look like a buzzkill? I don’t mind the back and forth. Just don’t anyone get the wrong idea that our jokes are actually serious?”

“Yeah, because it’d be just awful to be caught dating someone like me.”

You groan at his choice of words. “That is not what I said. Stop putting words in my mouth. This is why we wouldn’t work together.”

Wonwoo shrugs, a smile on his face that truly does brighten up a whole room. God, no wonder people think you’re dating him. What single man smiles like that? “Alright, sweet face. Fine. Who cares what they think? We know left from right, okay?” There’s a hint in his tone that says otherwise but you decide to ignore it.

“Okay, good. Anyways, what are your plans tonight? Up for another night of Valo queue?”

“I actually have plans tonight.”

“Oh?” You say wiggling your eyebrows. “Hot date?”

“Maybe? Haven’t met them yet.”

You’re playful expression fades. “Oh, actually? Wow. You must be…excited.”

He shrugs, freshening up his mug. “It’s nice to have plans outside of binge-watching TV at home, so a little bit.”

Your smile can’t seem to reach your ears until you’ve found a way to find the humor out of it. “That sounds nice. I wanna be set up—Wonwoo don’t you have any hot friends?”

Wonwoo feigns thought, clicking his tongue, now noticing the watch on his wrist. “Well, would you look at the time? Back to work.”

You sneer at him leaving you unanswered, following after him to continue the rest of your day. This is how most days went. Outside of work, you shared your personal interests with him, such as video games—perhaps adding to the assumption that you both seem very couple forward—but otherwise, that was all. There was nothing else that made you more than people who work in close proximity together, and not by your own fault either.

Despite this dynamic, Wonwoo is a private person and you only know what he lets you know. Perhaps, that’s why you are so dead set on keeping the formality the way it is. Who knows the type of person he is behind doors?

You try not to be curious about him for the sake of your circumstance, but the thought of Wonwoo and his date stays in the back of your mind, pestering you like an insect well into the afternoon until after work. That’s when you decide to hit up the local bar, grab a drink—or 5–and catch up with your favorite bartender, Chan, to see what he’s up to. He’s normally a good distraction, seeing as he can talk circles around any subject while jumping from one to the other, and you think it starts to make you forget why ever you came in the first place.

However, ‘drunk you’ does whatever the fuck they want, even if ‘sober you’ says otherwise. You seem to forget that every time you go out, perhaps because you think you’ve overcome that part of you after a while of not drinking. Truth was you haven’t.

“Hellooo…”

The dial tone plays on the other end and you continue your incessant greeting until you’re met with a familiar and confused sound. You automatically grin, clutching the device close to your ear in hopes of hearing his voice again.

“Wonwoo…are you and you having fun…”

You hear shuffling in the background, unaware it was Wonwoo checking caller ID to make sure it was you. “Are you doing okay?”

“Me? I’m great…how are you bud? Buddy? Companion? Bestie?”

“Okay. Where are you right now?”

You chortle, glancing back at Chan who is preoccupied with other customers but watching you from the corner of his eye concerned. “Hehe, I’m with a friend. A very handsome friend…”

Chan lets out a light chuckle before finishing up the drink and handing it to the person waiting. He strolls out to you, listening in on the rest of your call as he pretends to clean up glasses.

“Handsome friend?” Wonwoo repeats.

“Very handsome.”

You aren’t sure what’s going on with you, but you feel the urge to simply narrate everything around you, making sure the man on the other line hears every word.

“Is there a reason you’re calling me, Y/n?”

You hum against the phone in pondering. “Just…because. It’s you.”

“Me?”

“You.”

Chan lightly scoffs at the scene, almost seeing the pink in your eyes as you speak to whoever is on the other end and politely asks for your phone. You pout at him, denying him the device, but with a stern look, you melt into mush and soon obliged.

“Hi, you must be Y/n’s friend right? They’re at the Carat Club right now and it looks like they’ve had enough to drink.”

Wonwoo hums into the phone before responding back cautiously. “Are you the handsome friend?”

Chan grins hearing the hint of jealousy. “Why yes, I am.”

“You don’t sound that handsome.”

“Well, you can judge for yourself because I’m also the bartender here. If you aren’t too busy, I’d really appreciate you getting them home. I’ll keep an eye on them but I can only do that for so long with the rush we’re having.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone that makes the young bartender think the calls have dropped until the gravelly voice on the other end begrudgingly agrees, quickly hanging up right after.

Chan sets the phone back to your side, doing what he’s promised to do. After some time, he recognizes Wonwoo right away by his frantic arrival and the bartender waves him over. Wonwoo scans your current state with a frown creasing his eyes. He tries shaking your sides, and see how little effect it makes.

“How much have they had to drink?”

“A couple of cocktails but by how early they’ve gotten here I assume they haven’t eaten. Best to take them home before it goes right through them.”

“Thanks,” Wonwoo, picks you up by your limp arms and supports your side in the direction of the door. When he’s out of sight, he quietly curses to himself about the accuracy of the bartender’s appearance before settling you in his passenger seat.

His goal is to get you rested and safe. Seeing as your driver's license is doctored from the city several hours from where they are, he assumes it is in need of an update, and tries to pry your address out of you. To no avail, nothing useful comes out from your drunk slurred lips and he ends up taking you to his home, dumping you on his bed, and tucking you in.

You don’t remember anything after the third drink: making that call to Wonwoo, or the debacle of trying to get you home, or his persistence in climbing up the flight of stairs in his own home with the extra body weight. You can only assume the worst when you wake up the following day in a foreign bedroom; your internal alarm was clock accurate as always. You jump from the sheets in pure fear, scanning your surroundings for an owner, when you realize you still have the clothes you wore to work the day before.

Promptly, Wonwoo walks towards the bedroom you occupy from the wide open door and greet you, a smile on his face. “Good, you’re up. Work is in an hour, I’ll get you there.” “Wonwoo, where am I?”

“My place. I would’ve taken you home if you had been more cooperative.”

It takes your eyes some adjusting but you soon realize the lack of clothing on his body, warranting the smooth, broad, and muscular appearance of a Jeon Wonwoo you wouldn’t dare dream of. You gulp at the sight taking it in before hearing him chuckle as he crosses his arms to obscure the view, forcing your eyes on his face that was bare of the thick pair of metal frames you are used to. Instead, you see his eyes, overflowing with warmth you worry you’d stumble upon seeing them. “Extra bathroom at the other end of the hall. I can lend you a shirt.”

“T-thanks.” You say before he disappears in order to get ready for another day.

You quickly finish what needed to be done, taking advantage of the oversized shirt Wonwoo left you behind and somehow making it work. Soon enough you’re off to the office, in his passenger, only time sober and a lot more self-conscious.

“Did I do or say anything weird?”

He lets out a deep, familiar chuckle. “Depends. What’s your definition of weird?”

You try thinking of an answer but none would come up, having you change your mind about getting his prompt response.

“If it’s any consolation, you didn’t get sick like I thought you would, and you were mostly asleep.”

“That just means I was a mess,” You whine.

“Perhaps, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Wait, what about your date? Don’t tell me you—“

“She canceled and I had nothing going on. You called at a good time.”

“I called you?” You question him in bemusement.

“Like I said, nothing I couldn’t handle.”

His repeating that phrase does something the chemical in your brain, retracing the dents of his torso as if they’re right in front you, glistening against the sun rays peaking out of the windows. The smile on his face makes your heart pound a little harder than you’re used to, and now you’re noticing the veins on his hands as he grips the wheel.

You feel yourself swallow. Hand to heart, you pat down as if trying to manually regulate it, but ultimately fail as Wonwoo continues to speak. This must be the embarrassment talking.

“For a second, I thought you called me to confess your undying love for me or something.”

“What?” You ask laughing a little too hard, for once grasping the humor in the situation with difficulty. “Why would you think that?”

“For one, you were drunk. It seemed likely.” He clears his throat, trying to focus on the road. “And maybe that’s what I wanted to hear.”

Those words settle into you like hot cement, frustratingly slow, and before you finally answer, you’re already back at work, following Wonwoo as you leave the car. When both obviously arrive together, the usual attention has multiplied by tenfold, and the treatment feels different than normal. More flustering a suffocating after the night you’ve had. Wonwoo is the only one to notice as he calmly escorts you to your cubicles, leaving the questions of your coworkers unanswered.

You aren't sure why they’re comments are getting you like this now, making you feel hot, hands clasped against your cheeks like a bashful child, but it bothers you throughout the day, forcing you to keep mostly to yourself. Its then Wonwoo, sends you a note, meeting him for lunch alone knowingly while everyone else planned a meal out. You hesitantly oblige to his request and when the time came around, it’s unexpectantly timid, awkward, and nerve-wracking. That’s not how monets with Wonwoo are supposed to go.

“You’ve been quiet.”

You bow you head. “Sorry.”

“Why are you being sorry?”

“I didn’t think I was bothering anyone.”

You don’t see it, but he rolls his eyes.“Well, you were bothering me. Talk to me, joke around with me, be mean to me I don’t know. The silence is annoying me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“Apologizing again? Look at me.”

It was difficult given the predicament you’re in, but he forces you to anyways by lifting up your chin between his fingers. You watch a dark storm brew in his eyes and now you can’t bare to tear away.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?”

You don’t get it. For the past year, you’ve known him, there's only ever been amicable looks or gregarious smiles at a maximum, but in the deep pit of your stomach bubbles a new sensation that has finally festered enough to rise to the surface. You clench your legs in instinct, eyes fluttering back at him as you let each breath take a slow turn.

Intuitive as always, Wonwoo sees that shift in your eyes. It’s disturbing, daunting, and tempting all at once and he decides he can’t take it anymore.

With the break room wall behind you, he pushes you against it, claiming your lips and body until there is no way of escaping. His lips are soft against yours, but moves languidly and impatient, and the grip of his hands on your hips drains the energy out of your lower body. You attempt to chase his vigor, hands against your neck as you suppress your moans at how he kneads your flesh through your slacks only to press your thigh to his side.

“So I’m what’s wrong?” He asks in a low rasp against your lips.

You naturally hold him by the back of his neck, his nose nuzzling against yours. Wonwoo feels your lips part to speak, but he is in a daze by how soft they felt only seconds ago. “You are far from what’s wrong,” you finally answer.

Ridding of inhibitions and doubt, Wonwoo opens the storage closet behind you and shoves you in to lock you both inside. His hands run up your body needily, desperate to taste the skin underneath the shirt you’ve borrowed. You help him undress the same way he does to you, and your pristine pressed Van Hausens fall near your feet like rubble.

His lips then fall underneath your chin, trailing your neck, he refrains from leaving too much pressure but is almost swayed by your natural scent mixed in with his shampoo. He roughly plants you against a mostly empty shelf, the ice cold metal somehow burning your skin. He helps you tug off your slacks finding that sopping cunt that’s been dying to have him discover them since this morning.

“For me? Just for me?” He wastes no time shoving his hand down the frail fabric of your underwear and gliding his thick digits over your wet slit. “I don’t know if I can keep my hands to myself this time.”

Your voice reveals itself, saying his name in a way you wouldn’t dare let another person hear as long as you lived. He repeats the action, watching you crumble in front of him like award-winning cinema.

“I never heard you speak like that to me. I could get used to it.” He find your ear, his cat-like smile forming before his lips closes around your skin and his whispers cause the ripples of chills down your spine. “Say my name like that again for me, darling.”

You tremble under his touch, feeling his fingers dip into your heat enticingly. “Won…wooo…”

He lets out a soft and gentle moan, and the heat of his breath fans your pebbled skin. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve dreamt how you’d be like this for me so often.”

“You…have?”

He presses a lingering kiss on your neck. “More than I can be proud of.” He curls his digits before taking light jerks, his thumb rubbing your arousal around the circumference of your clit. He drinks in your pretty pants, teeth grazing back at your skin. “You like me touching you? Aren’t I being such a good work husband?”

Your eyes screw shit, mouth etching open to give him a well-deserved praise, “So goo—“

“Where are my keys,” a voice breaks outside the door.

Wonwoo seizes his fingers from you and clamps them over your mouth, your arousal basically coating your lips and his eyes staring back at you intently.

“Where did they go anyway?”

Wonwoo shushes you with pursed lips. “Better be quiet.” His tone is stern but his actions say otherwise as his zipper comes down in a fraction of a second. “It’s in our best interest not to get caught, right?”

His name muffles under his palm, squeezing the life out of your cheeks as he exposes the bulging cock that’s been fighting away at him since he kissed you. Your eyes dart in their direction, beading perspiration across your forehead, and you feel yourself clench around nothing as his cock draws closer to your fluttering heat.

Your eyes double their size and then shrink to half the size once he’s inside you. His raw, long heat pushes into your core inch by inch, and you feel the necessary evil to bite down his palm. If Wonwoo was bothered by it, he doesn’t show it as he claims you with deep strokes, having your hands rest against his firm pectorals in reluctant trust. His low grunts can only be heard by you and the slight fog in his glasses is apparent the closer he thrust into you, even in the dim closet lighting,

Outside these walls still is a confused Mingyu, not foreseeing the event occurring behind a door mere feet away. “Maybe, they went somewhere else for lunch.”

You audibly squeak within the tight space and Wonwoo shushes you again, knocking back into with a curt but harsh slam before forcing your walls to hold his cock inside you like a natural plug. “You’re gonna get us in trouble, darling. I’m not done with you yet.” An accumulated thrill runs through your veins at the thought of being caught, taking every thrust with pressure and liquifying at the devious smile on your rumored boyfriend’s face.

“No they’re not here,” the intruder says to a voice unheard from their distance. “…Coming!”

His footsteps noticeably scan the perimeter once last time before they retreated further and further away.

“Finally,” Wonwoo breathes out, “now I have you all to myself.” Although he states that, he doesn’t let go of your mouth, in fact, you swear his hand is getting tighter and now his face closer, finally processing the spearmint on his breath “We should still be careful. Can you be quiet for me?”

You quietly nodded, grasping at his body desperately, gesturing for him to keep going.

He scoffs. “My darling being impatient?” He pulls out almost his entire length before shoving back into you, earning a feeble tremble. “My. Cock. Making. You. Needy. Hm?”

You nod back at him, holding back your tears, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“Eyes on me, darling. Your work husband is need of your attention while I fuck you senseless.”

Shallow breaths escape your nostrils, finally meeting his eyes, which seemed to have lost the thick barrier of his glasses somehow already set on the shelf behind him. “Would you like for me to cum in you?”

You gingerly nod.

“Will you listen to everything I say when I let go of your mouth?”

Like a glitch, you nod the same exact way.

“Such a good little darling.”

His cock fills you up as naturally as breathing does. While his lips are home against yours, tongue entangling to the point it becomes sex itself. Your hushed moans are music to his ears and bear motive as his cock plunges deeper and harder inside you. He doesn’t mind how you bit his lips, nor how your nails drag against his back, rather he revels in it, doubling over you to push his cock inside you deeper until you're unable to contain your screams and he’s forced to silence you again.

You whisper how you’re close and it’s a natural drug, encouraging him to only ram inside you and claim the sweet sound of your orgasm coating decadently around his cock. He handles it rather gentlemanly, fairly as his cock is next to ripple in climax, shooting his thick over churned honey until it fills your heat until the point of fully occupancy. His arms come around you in a firm grasp, bruising your lips until you’re imprinted with the memory of him.

You let out light pants, awkwardly thanking his promptly done tasks before you’re whisked away again by his perfect, salvia-sheened lips. “That was very…superb.”

Strange adjective but it’s done the job, you think.

“I’m glad you think so,” he chuckles in a way that tells you things are far from over and you’re proven correct when he brings up your legs, thighs crushing his cheeks that splays the most impish smile. “But we still have 15 minutes of our lunch and a man’s gotta eat.”

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lushta1es0nm3 · 3 months

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Bad Liar

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: You can try to hide it, but only for so long. 💋

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

“You’re late!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You replied as you walked into the staff meeting with your head hung low. You were tired and stressed the fuck out, you didn’t sleep well last night and the culprit as to why was standing across the room.

The meeting ended and you were heading out the door, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned and looked Bang Chan in the face. You sighed and rolled your eyes as he smirked, following you out and into the hallway.

“I still don’t like you.” You stated right out.

“Right, keep telling yourself that.” He replied with his hands in his pocket’s looking down at you.

You huffed “Don’t you have practice-”

“I’m done with practice,” he cut you off.

“You’re not spending the night at my house.” You stated with a whisper so no one else could hear.

“You can’t stop me,” he whispered, “Y/B/N gave me the passcode and told me to come over and play whenever I had time.”

You swore calling your brother a little motherfucker before turning to walk away, “Quit looking at my ass.” You commented knowing he was looking.

You succeeded and disappearing from his sight, you could feel his eyes watching. You pulled out your phone sending your brother few choice words. Well, bitch, your brother came to the company a few weeks ago to give you something but he ended running into Bang Chan.

Let’s just say, your kid brother was excited as fuck to meet his idol and invited him over after telling him that you were his sister. Not knowing that you had unsolicited beef with Bang Chan. Imagine your surprise one late night when you stepped out of your bedroom, in your booty shorts, bra-less and in a thin crop top, to get a snack. And the first thing you run into is Bang Chan coming out of the bathroom. The hallway was dark, you’d walked right into him and he caught you……well he accidentally caught a handful of your ass. But nonetheless he caught you, keeping you from falling.

You swung and slapped him thinking it was an intruder because you could hear your brother talking loudly to the game in his room. So it couldn’t be him. Bang Chan let out an ouch and issued a low comment about you being soft but feisty. He knew it was you, and when he said what he said you knew it was him. You found the hallway light and turned it on, being met with the sight of Bang Chan looking you up and down while holding the cheek you just slapped.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You asked.

He was still eyeing you as he explained why and how, he even went so far as to tell you he’d been there multiple times and has caught glimpses of you walking around unaware of his presence. You called him a pervert and he scoffed with a smirk. And further explained that your kid brother told him to ignore you while at home because you always dressed like that and you were either always hiding in room unless it was food related or something serious.

Let’s just say, you burst into your brothers room dragging Bang Chan with you, by his shirt might I add. Your brother threw a pillow at you and said something about clothes when his friends were over. You were confused for a second and was later informed, after much going back and forth between you and your brother that other members hand been over. You instantly kicked Bang Chan out because of the shit eating grin on his face followed by random comments. But that didn’t help anything because now, you’d come home some days and see Bang Chan and/or other members on the couch in the living room watching tv, hanging out or playing video games with your brother.

You gave up on walking around damn near nude, because you never knew who you’d run into. The irony of all of this was that no one knew about the beef between you and Bang Chan. He himself didn’t know why you hated him so much, all he knew was one day, after practicing for hours. You looked at him and said “I don’t like you, I wanna fight, you get on my nerves.”

Confusion over his face as he asked why and your answer “because, I just do. With all due respect fuck you.”

He issued a freaky statement, that made you unconscious blush. Which for the most part didn’t help with shit. It was at that moment, he started doing little things to get your attention and to get on your nerves or he’d say something that would make your face flush crimson, resulting in you flipping him off while telling him he’s not funny or cute.

Your brother was unknowingly helping him achieve that. But that all changed a few nights ago, you came home drunk, Bang Chan was staying the night, it was very late. Your brother told him to stay the night saying you wouldn’t mind, since you knew how hard he worked.

You arrived home, not knowing this and since you were met with silence, you thought you were free to start stripping out of your clothes as you headed to your bedroom. Bang Chan was coming from the kitchen with a snack aiming to get some sleep, when you tossed your shirt down, pants and socks were long gone by now.

Bang Chan called your name with a mouth full of the snack cake he was eating, just as you took off your bra. You turned around and strolled up to him and grabbed his arm. He tried to shove you back but failed the moment you hugged him bra less and looked up at him. He was slightly turned on by this, but he knew you were tipsy and clearly in a in an ‘I don’t give a fuck type of mood.’

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He questioned trying to keep an unimpressed expression as he took the last bite of the snack cake.

“You,” you replied without a thought, “since I you’ve been coming over here, I can’t stroll around half naked at night. While he’s asleep, nor can I sleep properly knowing you are in here. This is your fault,” your arms made their way around his neck, “come on, I’m tired and your arms look cuddly as fuck.”

“Put on some clothes.” Bang Chan ordered swallowing the cake and raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “This is why I wanna fight you,” you commented, “stop looking at me like that.”

He gave you a very confused look, too busy tryna figure out what the fuck you meant. You dragged him to your room and plopped him down on your bed and laid down on him, after pecking his lips. The man was stunned, as you swung your legs around him.

“You are violating me right now Y/N.” He commented.

“You have a hard on,” you blunted out with your eyes closed, “so stop pretending you don’t want to squeeze my ass.”

“You’re a real-,”

You cut him off by placing one of his hands on your ass and shushing him. He grumbled out some words, confused on how to take all of it. But let’s just say, he did a few touches here and a caresses there which lead to Bang Chan spreading you like butter. Morning came and you were alone as you recalled everything you did that night. Mentally kicking your own ass for doing what you did, but the icing on the cake was the picture Bang Chan sent you. It was of you and him cuddled up after. Followed by a video of a make out session. When you finally saw him, screamed at him and tried to make him delete it, but he wasn’t budging.

That was two weeks ago, now whenever he saw you at the company, he’d give you a look and when you were home, he’d pull you into him, intimately and try to kiss you. Succeeding the majority of the time. You still swore up and down that you still didn’t like him.

Today was a rough one, avoiding Mr. Bang Chan was easier said than done. He was constantly teasing you and wherever you thought he wouldn’t be in a place he was there. Only making you think something was really wrong with him, you even slipped up and called him a perverted psycho in front of other staff. He played it off as a joke and they fell for it.

Leaving the company with a sigh, it was getting late you called your kid brother and asked him if he wanted something to eat, but he didn’t answer, meaning he was asleep. You reached into your bag for your headphones, wanting to listen to music on your way home and realized they weren’t there. You quickly recalling where you last used them, you spun on your heels and went back inside. It was quiet, everyone was at home, or so you thought.

You walked into the practice room to retrieve your goods and was meet with Bang Chan practicing the choreography for the next comeback. He instantly spotted you in the large mirror and stopped. He cut the music off and called out to you just as you reached the door to leave.

You turned around and looked at him with a small sigh, he gestured for you to come over to him and you just stared at him. He called your name again telling you to come over. You did, stopping a few feet away from him you asked what he wanted.

He abruptly hugged you, covering you in his sweat. You shrieked and started trying to fight your way out of his arms. After a bit of wrestling, he finally let you go.

“Ban-Christopher,” you cried out, “you fucking stink!”

“Now, you stink too,” he replied laughing at your expression, “I had to mark you before letting you leave.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You aspirated, “marking is fine but not that kind of marking.”

“What kind are you talking about then,” he questioned walking towards you, “this kind?” He grabbed you yet again and picked a spot on your neck and issuing a hickey.

You yelped and squirmed before letting out an unsolicited giggle, “stop Chris, that tickles. You pervert!”

He finally let you go and looked at his handy work with a smirk, “That color suits you love.”

“I’m not your love,” you pointed a finger at him as you rushed over to the giant mirror to assess the damages, “what is wrong you?!”

“I like it, so I marked it.” He shrugged

“I don’t like you.” You replied, you went to turn and look at him in the face. But the moment you did, he’d pinned you against the mirror.

“Y/N,” he started slowly as he began pecking your lips between words, “I’m frustrated.”

“I’m not…..” you trailed off at the end, feeling hot as usual whenever did this.

“Dance with me.” He offered.

“I can’t dance.” You responded, he gave you a look before burying his face in your neck, “you stink, but what’s really bothering you?” You asked as he took a few deep breath and let you go.

“Everything and nothing.” He replied with a sigh, he looked at you and smiled a little, “come on, I could teach you a few moves.”

“Ha, bullshit,” you scoffed, all the while you could see something was really bothering him and he wasn’t going to tell you. Even if you asked him persistently, “I’ll dance with you,” you started, “but only for a few minutes. Y/B/N is at home by himself,” you started walking towards him, “I don’t know if you noticed but he can’t be left alone for too long.”

Bang Chan let out a low laugh watching as you stood beside him, readying yourself in a dance position. He looked at you through the mirror and laughed at you, he immediately started correcting your posture. After which he taught you easy steps. It was all good until, he made a remark that made you flip him off and say you’re leaving. A game of chase took place, which lead to play fighting. Eventually, he caught you in a back hug and spun you around.

“Can you please release me,” you huffed out of breath, “you stink…..we stink.” You complained

He stopped, still holding you, swaying back and forth slowly, while he burrowed his face into your neck and took a few deep breaths. He was quiet, you started to wonder what was wrong. Than you recalled somethings that were said about him and the other members. You’d overheard them in passing, you blew it off earlier, but now you wish you hadn’t have.

“Stop being sappy,” you started, “you’re doing a wonderful job. If anyone says anything bad about you, send them to me. I’m the only one who can diss your existence.”

He scoffed but said nothing, “Bang Chan,” you started again, “I can tolerate this for only so long.” You started to squirm again earning a laugh from him.

“What are you a worm?” Bang Chan asked letting you go finally.

“Hey, you’re the one with the big forehead.” You pointed.

He smacked his lips and chased you a little, he caught you again. This time, he back you up against the wall. You rolled your eyes as you looked up at him. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. Gently and earnestly, might I add. Your hands founds his hands after a few moments and pulled away.

Bang Chan rested his sweaty forehead against yours, “I still don’t like you.” You remarked out of breath.

“I don’t care,” he replied without a thought, “you’re actions say otherwise.” He kissed you again more eager this time.

“You make me sick.” You commented, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter.

“You’re such a bad liar,” he stated lifting you up by both your legs and holding you up by your thighs,“I know you want me to fuck you again.”

“Ha,” you scoffed between kisses, “as if, in your dreams.”

“You little liar,” Bang Chan smirked, “you want to be my fucked out slut. That’s why you hate me. You fucking brat.”

“Is that so,” you scoffed, throwing your head back and letting him eat at your neck, “I feel you through your sweats.”

“Good, sweetheart, ” Bang Chan let you down and grabbed your hand, he quickly began pulling you with him out of the practice room, “let’s go somewhere with more privacy.”

Neither of you said a word as he dragged you to his studio. Where he tossed you on the small couch and locked the door. And it didn’t take long for you both to get down to nothing but your underwear. It was hot so quickly that neither of you cared to breath as you kissed each other and felt up each others flames.

It was Bang Chan who pulled away finally, he freed his hard cock as he kissed your neck, he muttered a soft fuck as he pushed your panties to the side and began rubbing your clit.

“Damn,” he mumbled, “you’re so wet.”

He couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing his cock against your folds before entering you slowly, causing a low whimper to escape your lips. Bang Chan took one of your breast into his mouth as he started to thrust into you deep and slow. Rocking your body at an even motion as he held you by your waist to keep you from moving away from. Because with each deep thrust, you clenched around him, driving him mad.

“I love that face,” he remarked after he pulled away, “bite your lip for me.”

You did as told rolling your eyes and he speed up a little, still going deep and hard. Your head fell backwards when he began rubbing your clit again as he fucked you.

“Fuck you...” you whimpered out softly, fondling your breast as you looked up at him.

Bang Chan scoffed and pulled you closer, holding you chest to chest. He looked you in your eyes and smirked inches away from your face, “Open,” he ordered. You shook your head no, biting your lip, like the defiant and disrespectful brat that you are.

His thrusted into deep and harsh, making you gasp as your stomach clinched due to the sudden movement. Opening your mouth to him, now, he gripped your chin and began kissing you harshly. All the while fucking you harder, making your legs tremble and your walls clench.

He abruptly pulled out causing a whimper to escape your lips, you were almost there. And now you were frustrated by his absolute denial to allow you to cum. Aiming to do it yourself, distracted now completely as you began rubbing your own clit.

The moment you threw your head back as you pleased yourself. You felt his hands stop you, he held both your hands together with one of his hands. He scoffed at the state you were in, the needy, slutty look in your eyes made him smirk.

“I don’t remember saying you could finish, love” he stated. You looked at him through pleading eyes, and noticed him holding his phone.

“I’m not your love, you fuc-,” You started but stopped with a whimper as Bang Chan had again buried his hard cock into your tight folds. hands free this time.

“What were you saying,” he taunted as he began fucking you painstakingly slow. You whimpered out a soft, please. Earning a scoff from him, “look at the camera,” he ordered you going deep and watching as your breath hitched when he hit the right spot.

“Please,” you moaned out, with a shaky breath, “fuck me, you’re so thick.” You pleaded.

“Why,” he asked sadistically mocking you as he keep thrusting into you slow, “if I let you cum will you stop being a brat love?”

Tears began to fall as you issued a “fuck you,” through your soft moans.

Bad move because he pounded into you a few times making you yelp and quiver with pleasure from the sudden movement, “Tell, the truth,” he ordered calmly fucking into you slow and deep again, “what’s your issue, you want me don’t you?”

“Mmh,” you began to form words through your soft moans, “mmh, yes..Mmh, fuck.” You answered honestly sounding out of breath.

“Then be my bratty little slut.” He bargained a sadistic smirk on his face.

“No,” you let out, throwing your head back, “I’m no one’s slut.”

“Lying bitch,” he scoffed out, “I know you love taking my cock.”

“Fuck you,” you replied, “you started this,” you began spilling your guts as to why you had beef with him in the first place. Something about him gave you dom aura and you weren’t fucking with it. Amused now, he raised an eyebrow at you and slammed into you causing your body to tremble.

He stayed there buried inside of your soaking wet folds looking down at you with a daring smirk. You moaned as you began rolling your hips against him, you watched as his jaw clenched. You threw your head back thinking you were winning, until he slammed into again causing a cry to leave your lips.

“Y/N,” he began in a low tone, “look at the camera,” he ordered one last time, knowing you had folded by the way you went limp as your body shivered. You’d stopped putting up a fight, you did as told through teary eyes, “what are you?” He quizzed.

“You’re little bratty slut.” You answered wanting nothing more than to cum

“Do it properly.” He ordered grinding into you, adding pressure and causing your breath to hitch and your chest to rise and fall rapidly as your legs began to try and close up, “open your legs and do say it properly.” He reiterated grinding into you again.

“I’m Bang Chan’s little slut,” you whimpered out, he gave you a look and you continued, “I’m his- Christopher’s brat.”

“You made that so hard love,” he pulled out and slammed into you again.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, “this is why I hate you.”

“No, darling,” he scoffed as he finally let go of your hands, “you hate me because you’re a very bad fucking brat. Like a smart brat, you knew that I could put you in your place, now be a good girl,” he gripped your chin, and kissed you, making sure to get it on camera before cutting it off and tossing it to side.

“What are you going to do with that?” You asked wearily as his hand found your waist as he kissed at your neck again.

“It’s evidence, for my eyes only,” he spoke while he began thrusting into you at an even pace, “now, be a good slut,” he growled, “shut up and take my cock.”

You wanted to protest but you couldn’t get a word out as he fucked you deeper and rubbed your clit in rhythm to his thrust. Your walls soon began to clench and your legs began to shake as bliss washed over you. Bang Chan stopped, he kissed and ate at your neck and lips until you were done creaming all over him.

He’d become gentle again, as he started back fucking you. In no time, his hands found your thighs, where his grip tightened and the veins in his hands became more prominent. He held your legs wide open by your knees and began pounding away. Causing your body to jump with every thrust, you began to rub circles on you clit, and just as you felt yourself creaming for a second time.

Bang Chan slammed into you harshly a few times as he began to cum. He low grunt emitted from his throat, and his hips bucked as he filled up you. Draining his cock of every drop, he cupped your face, kissing and caressing you until both of you were done and fucked out. He pulled out after a few moments, and looked down at his handy work with a breathy smirk.

He buried his face in you neck and began laying marks in strategic places. Earning a huff from you as your body reacted to his touch. He won and you couldn’t fight it, he called you out on the red carpet. Fuck, well, that’s one way to squash a unsolicited beef……

A few months later, you were rushing about your day as normal. On the phone running errands, when you breezed past the practice room. Bang Chan spotted you, they were taking a break after being at it all morning.

You guys hadn’t seen each other today and had only spoken to each other over texts. So that being said, when he spotted you with your hair pulled into a low bun, wearing black jeans and a white crop top, he almost choked. Not because of what you were wearing, you looked hot, but because the large hickies he laid on your neck, waist and side a few nights before were still visible.

He swore inwardly for not thinking it through, thinking you wouldn’t wear something like that. Knowing he painted you and covered you in strategic spots. But of course you would, it was humid and you were busy.

Alas he watched as you were stopped and told to go grab the food delivery and bring it to the practice room for the members to eat. Bang Chan waited for you to appear again, and the moment you did, he coolly called your name as you set the bags of food down on the table in the corner of the room.

You looked up at him confused along with all the other members because the moment he reached you, he’d began putting one of his large shirts on you.

“What are you doing?” You asked him confusion lacing your voice.

“I don’t know, I should asking you the same thing,” He asked you, you furrowed your eyebrows, “love,” he started again, “you’re very polka dotted today.”

“First of all, I told you, don’t call me love,” you huffed, “and I don’t want to wear your shirt, it’s sweaty.”

“Little brat,” he began again lowly, stopping your from taking it off “you’re wearing it, don’t make me repeat myself, my marks are all over you. I’d love to show them off but now isn’t the time.”

You scoffed and took a step back, about to make a smart remark, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise. So instead, you rolled your eyes and earned a “What was that love?” From Bang Chan. Dropping your head, you looked down at the massive shirt that basically swallowed you whole and said nothing.

“I thought so.” He said watching your expression as you looked up at him in complete disbelief. Your phone began buzzing, you picked it up and answered it, as the person on the line gave you instructions on what was next on the list of things to do. You left as giving Bang Chan the middle finger, but not daring to take his shirt off.

Later that night, you were making your final rounds, making sure they didn’t need anything before you left. Alas you came upon the practice room again, you asked the question and got a no from everyone. Sighing to yourself, you took a step to leave but stopped. Bang Chan was standing in the doorway.

“What happened to my shirt?” He asked in an aspirated tone.

“I took it off….” You trailed off, “because I didn’t want to stain it…..” you added, trailing off again at the end.

“You’re a very bad liar.” He stated with a blank face as he lifted up the shirt he held in his hands, your face flushed, “whose sweatshirt is that?”

“Mine,” you started, “fine,” you finally admitted after glancing at him, “I stole it from Felix.”

“Do you like him,” He started, “do you like him more than me?” He added with a frown.

“No, I would never,” you admitted, “it just looked comfortable.”

“What did I do?” Felix asked making his presence known, “Y/N, I’ve been looking for that all day.” He pointed at you.

“Why do you look so upset,” Changbin asked Bang Chan, who facepalmed himself and huffed.

“Wait,” Han pointed between the two of you, he connected the dots and let out a loud gasp, “no way! With her? I thought she hated you!?”

“I knew it was going to happen eventually.” Hyunjin scoffed with a smirk.

“See this is why I didn’t want to wear your damn clothes.” You sighed at Bang Chan.

“Babe,” Bang Chan tried, “I talk about you all the time. They were going to find out anyway.”

“We can put a face to a name now,” Changbin commented, “I was wondering why all of a sudden he was hanging at your place more often.”

“Not to mention the eyes he gives you sometimes.” Felix added with a small shudder, “good job me for letting my clothes go missing…..well not like that….but you get the idea.”

“I’m going home.” You you stated, “I’ve heard enough.”

“Wait, babe, give him back his sweatshirt,” Bang Chan pointed out as he began taking the shirt off of you, “you can have one of mines.”

“I don’t want it.” You folded your arms.

“Liar,” he called you out, “you’ve got one hidden under your pillow for when you miss me.”

An eruption of laughter filled the room at your expense. You facepalmed yourself and sighed from embarrassment as the teasing began. You dismissed yourself quickly but not before your man’s a hug. He himself felt bashful for his actions and tried to stay cool. But failed, earning more teasing from the others.

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leesjuicycalves · 23 days

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DESSERT!

Han x reader Summary: After long days and nights of him working at the studio, you decide to go see Han and try to get him back to the dorms to get some rest. You bring along some food and his favorite dessert, which he's really thankful for. P.S: Smut

“Woah woah woah where are you going dressed like that?” Chan remarked turning his full body properly to face you standing by the door ready to leave the dorm.

“Am heading over to the studio to see Jisung and give him some food, and he probably needs some fresh clothes too come to think of it,” you say in a rush as you head back upstairs hurriedly passing Minho by the stairs without even as much as a glance.

The kids have been really busy preparing their next release, this meant 3racha had to work overtime producing, mixing and tweaking to make the best of what they had. Bang Chan, Changbin and Han had been spending more time in the studio than in the dorms for the past week and had barely gotten any sleep or eaten that much. Luckily, by your pleas and complains out of sheer concern, Chan and Changbin had turned up this morning at about 6 am. When you asked of Han’s whereabouts they said that he had insisted on staying back a bit longer to finish on his solo track, knowing him and his determination for perfection the other guys could probably say nothing about it. So you took it upon yourself to take him some food and now some clean clothes at the studio and probably some company since he was at least bored after staying by himself for a while.

“But she can’t go out like…like…that,” you walk in on Chan explaining to Minho whose now munching on an apple.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” you say sincerely puzzled as you look at yourself then up at the guys. You had decided on wearing denim booty shorts that stopped barely above your knees leaving your milky chocolate thighs out and a pink tank-top that did very little to cover up your cleavage and left a tad bit of your tummy exposed.

“Nothing, Chan is being dramatic, he’s old remember,” Seungmin chimes in as he walks into the living room. You giggle at his comment and put on your converse, strap the backup that had all of Han’s essentials in it ready to leave.

“D-don’t you think that’s too much skin showing Y/N?” Chan finally speaks out and you hear both Seungmin and Minho scoff at his comment.

“Oh! But it’s like a thousand degrees out there, I don’t wanna wear long pants,” you whine whilst stumping your feet like a toddler hands folded just below your bosom.

“It’s fine though there’s nothing wrong with it, Chan just has some territorial issues with his ‘property’. You look hot.” Minho tells you, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks to you and gives your ass a light smack. You’re used to it now and don’t react to it just giving him a smack back and walk over to Chan.

“I promise am only going to the studio and coming back right away Channie,” you hook your hands around his neck and kiss the nape of it softly inhaling his musk scent, “I won’t be long. I’ll come right back then you can take this outfit off me if you don’t like it that much, m’kay?” You whisper the last part and run out the door not really waiting to hear Chan’s reply but you know the tip of his ears are that beautiful shade of red and pink.

The ride to the studio was short and fast just the way you wanted it to be, honestly speaking you had missed Han more than you thought you would and maybe taking him food and clothes was just an excuse to finally see him, well besides actually looking out for him. When you get to the studio you lightly knock at the door not wanting to interrupt Han lest he was with someone in there, you hear a soft ‘come in’ and pop your head in first with a bright smile.

“Hello,” you say cheerfully and as soon as Han hears your voice you get to see that gummy smile of his that had been out of your site way too long for your liking.

“Y/N, am so happy you’re here, why are you here?” he asks rising to his feet and fully opening the door for you. You enter and the first thing he does is scheme his eyes over your entire body and swallows thickly then proceeds to keep his eyes strictly on your face.

“Which one is it Han? Are you happy am here or should I leave if am disrupting you?” you ask coldly, but playfully and you see how his face instantly falls as he babbles out trying to explain himself.

“No…..I never…..I just…..what I mean is…”

“Relax, am messing with you,” you laugh at his flushed state and he instantly relaxes laughing along with you.

“I brought you food and clean clothes, I know you didn’t eat yesterday and your clothes probably stink,” you make a face at him and he giggles at you saying a small thank you as you settle on the couch and take the bag pack off your back. Han doesn’t fail to notice how your soft thighs flatten so deliciously on the couch as you take your seat, his eyes stayed glued there while you fumbled around taking his food out, your voice only coming out as a faint echo, his full attention on your exposed thighs.

“Hann-ah, are you even listening to me?”

“Ah…yeah….yeah,” he replies faster than he intended to lifting his eyes to settle on yours once again.

“I said I brought you cheesecake for dessert,” you say excitedly taking the neatly packaged dessert out for him.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” Han grabs the packet his eyes shimmering out of excitement as he begins to unwrap it but you stop him before he can go any further.

“Have your meal first then you can have the cheesecake,” you say sternly placing the package on your lap. Han’s eyes trail off again to where the dessert is set, he swallows thickly and gets to eating his meal so he can distract his thoughts and most importantly get to eat his dessert. You keep him company as he eats his meal while updating him on what you’ve been up to for the past few days but you notice that he’s not his usual cheery self as he speaks, he seems aloof and distracted which made you think that his time at the studio must have really drained him.

“Hannie, I think you should get some rest then continue working later. You don’t seem so good,” you say softly as you set aside his empty bowl.

“But I need to finish this track, it’s almost done I swear,” he speaks with his cheeks stuffed with cheesecake. You protest his little excuse and get up leaning over him to wipe a bit of the cream’s cake that had stained his lips and Han completely loses it, your exposed cleavage coming out the more right in front of his face and the scent of you so close to him after not being around you for the past week lets a small whimper out of him.

To be honest, Han had spent the last twenty minutes or so trying to make his very hard dick oblivious to you and keep up with your conversation at the same time. He didn’t want to seem like a pervert especially when you came out of your way to take good care of him and bring him food, he knew you probably had other things to do yet you still went an extra mile for him. It was just, your outfit was doing things to him and his brain was imagining all the possible ways he could fold and bend you over the couch and take you right there and then. He had imagined, in the past twenty minutes, the feel of his fingertips on your chocolate thighs, his palm against those soft breasts and your soft glossy lips against his. You probably tasted like cherries since you smelled like it. He had imagined his head in between you soft thighs, your head pressed back onto the couch beautiful moans falling from your lips and so much more. So it was only fair that he was that pent up now.

“S-sorry,” he apologizes timidly as you look at him cocking an eyebrow. Your eyes trail down to his hard on and you smirk up at him.

“What’s this Sungie? You’re hard, really?” You say in a mocking tone as you set your palm right above his hard dick. Han bites down a moan and his eyes close instantly.

“Am trying to make a conversation and you’re hard Sungie, that’s not very nice is it?” You whisper against his ear pressing harder onto his crotch.

“M’sorry, y-you look g-g-good,” he whines and ruts at your palm desperately at which you immediately withdraw your hand and stand upright.

“Thank you,” you simply say and smile at him. Jisung whines much louder at the loss of contact and looks up at you with teary eyes his cheesecake long forgotten and dropped on the floor.

“I brought you cake and you waste it Sungie, that’s kinda rude.” You kneel right in front of him after grabbing some tissue from the bag pack and proceed to clean the mess on the floor. Han is sure he might burst at any time because of the sight of you knelt right before him, your breast almost popping off your tank-top as you clean the little mess he made.

“Y/N, please,” you hear him whine as you finish up

“Please what baby?”

“Need to feel you, please,” he answers in desperation as his hand dips below his jeans searching for some sort of relief.

You could tease him more but the desperation in his voice makes you think otherwise, you didn’t think it would be this easy to get him to fold but you were happy nonetheless. You were glad you chose this particular outfit. You scoot closer so that you are in between his legs and dip your right hand into his pants along with his cupping him through his boxers and over his hand.

“Ngggh~ m-more,” he moans out and you withdraw your hand again.

“Ask nicely and I’ll give you more,” you say coldly and sit on your knees staring at him sweetly opposite to your tone.

“Please, Y/N. P-please, I need you….so bad,” he says with glossy eyes as he starts to move his hand about in his jeans and you immediately shift to take both his trousers and boxers off. Han sighs out in relief at the freedom from his constraints, you shove his hand away and lick the tip of his dick painfully slow making him throw his head back with a long breathy moan. You pump his dick a few times earning a groan from him, it feels weird without any sort of moisture so you dip your head and lick around his shaft briefly. You give the slit at the top of his dick a few kitty licks keeping your eyes intently on him.

“Keep your eyes on me Sungie,” you speak directly in front of him, the vibrations making him whine but he opens his eyes and looks down at you the sight of your lips so close to his crotch making him harder than he already is.

“F-fuck,” he groans out when your lips finally sink down on him taking him deep into your throat. Han isn’t that big per se and he isn’t small either, his dick is just the perfect length and width as you would say. Thick enough to be accommodated by your warm mouth without that much discomfort and long enough to hit the back of your throat just right.

“Shit, you feel…s-soo good, hol-holy fuck,” you hear Han say as you bob your head faster on his dick, your tongue swiveling around the shaft once in a while. You let it slide out of your mouth with a slight pop and you shift on your knees because the rough rug underneath feels a bit uncomfortable. You get back to it by briefly sucking his balls then continue bobbing your head, this time with a sort of slow-fast rhythm hands grabbing at the arms of the chair he’s sitting on.

“Y-Y/N did….did you lock the door,” Han suddenly asks in a whisper. You hum around his shaft answering ‘no’ and he bites his lower lip hard to contain his moans and then you hear the footsteps outside that seem to be passing by. You hum again around Han and he whimpers a bit loudly his eyes popping wide in fear afraid that he might be heard but the thought of it makes you wet and a little excited.

“You have to be quite if you don’t wanna get caught Sungie,” you say with a sickening sweet-sour voice hands fondling with the buttons of your denim shorts. Jisung only watches you out of breath as you straddle him grinding your bare pussy against the tip of his dick.

“Ngghh…..Y/N-aahhh~” he calls out to you with a whine and you chuckle caressing his jaw and cheeks.

“I haven’t even sat on it baby.” You kiss his jaw, still grinding on him at a slow pace. He then tilts your head and gives you a long sweet kiss making you taste the cheesecake he was having a few minutes ago. You push your tongue into his mouth and suck on his making him whine and his grip on you tightens. You lift yourself in between the kiss and sink down in his leaking cock real slow, moaning into his mouth. Jisung frees his lips from your kiss and looks at you with more desperation and need in his eyes, “Please move Y/N, pleaaase.” You only smirk at him and pull him back into the kiss while completely seated still on top of his dick that you feel throbbing inside you.

“OH-FUCKING HELL,” Jisung shouts forgetting you’re in the studio, his head thrown way back into the chair.

“Sungie, you have to stay quiet remember,” you say cheekily as you lift yourself off him a bit then drop instantly.

“D-do that again, please,” he whines.

“What? You mean, this.” You say cockily as you contract your vaginal muscles around his dick then relax them and repeat two more times again basically fucking him while completely sitting still a top of him.

“Y-yes, fuck. Ahhhh~ Again, again.”Jisung says completely out of breath, you try to kiss him again but he’s too lost in relishing in the feeling of your tight walls pumping him tightly and letting go, his mouth hang pen in silent moans. You settle on kissing around his neck and adam’s apple that bobs once in a while as he swallows.

“Am gonna cum,” he announces his grip on your waist tightening. You move your hips in a circular motion whilst squeezing around him and he brings his face to rest at the bridge of your breasts burying it there.

“Ngggh~” you hear him mewl against your chest and you feel a gush of warm liquid fill you which pivots you to your own release in seconds.

Both of you stay glued to each other for a few more seconds, Han’s hot breath against your chest his head heaving up and down due to you trying to steady your breathing. You weave your fingertips into his soft locks and it’s only then that you notice that his hair’s gotten longer.

“Thanks for the dessert,” you hear him mumble against your bosom and chuckle then get off him. He silently watches as you move about tidying yourself up.

“Aren’t you gonna put that back in, it’s scaring me now,” you joke pointing at his now flaccid cock.

“It was inside you,” he says as a matter of fact, finally cleaning and tiding himself up as well.

“I know,” you say trying to sound agitated. “Let’s go, mmh?”

He turns to save whatever he had going on his devices, turns them off and then grabs your hand walking out of the studio heading to the dorms for a well needed rest.

#stray kids #skz x reader #stray kids x you #skz imagines #han x reader #han jisung #jisung smut #skz x y/n #han x y/n #indie thoughts

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seneon · 4 months

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bootycraxk whistle ──── itoshi sae

about. rin is horrified of his brother once he came back from spain to pay a visit to the family. he isn't the sae that rin knew anymore.

notes. satire. join my discord server btw. @saewako @hyoismbbg i hope you guys like it ‼️ poured my heart n soul into it fr.

"nii-chan! what... are you doing..?" rin raises a brow and looks up at down at his elder brother. his brother who is apparently shifting around in his seat uncomfortably.

"it hurts and itches," sae replied.

"what hurts and itches??" rin's curiosity grew wider at his brother who is seated in front of him with his laptop in between them. sae is currently researching about kris, which eventually led him to accidentally clicking a video of

gitchi gitchi ya ya za za ~

"my ass crack, sae replied shifting his ass before his hands moved down to scratch his booty hole.

im crying as i write this.

anyways, sae groaned when the itch of his asscraxk is gone. now he is satisfied and went back to researching while rin simply stared at his brother in horror. is this what spain does to someone? make them go insane?

rin decided to shrug if off and went back to reading his horror manga. everything is ok now. it should be fine. out of nowhere, sae started whistling. what did he whistled...? JOSH HUSTHCERDSON WHISTLE....

😧😧😱

"fwe fuie twe te eu eeew wuie ehu fwe ~ can you blow my whistle baby whistle baby—"

"itoshi sae, please shut up."

idk what's "letting me know" but i hope it isn't another meme.

" rin, i hope you know that i'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. got that?"

"💀⁉️"

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟#★ winter #★ vy #sae itoshi #sae x reader #blue lock #blue lock sae #rin itoshi #blue lock rin #blue lock hcs #blue lock x reader #sae x you #sae x y/n #blue lock fluff #whistle #josh hutcherson #kris jenner #bllk #bllk x reader

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escapetheshark · 11 months

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Drunken Daze (part 1)

Bang Chan x reader smut MDNI 🔞

Part 1 | Part 2 | to be continued

I saw this prompt somewhere and the little cricket in my brain got excited. I'm not sure if I should like, actually write the actual smut? Sound off in the comments, besties? Yeah-

Anyway, you and your bestie Chris get munted and you confess you've never had an orgasm from sex with a man and he gets rightfully miffed and decides to take matters into his own hands (hehe I'm the queen of puns). Anyway, this is just the setup, Idk if anyone wants to read the actual smut bc I'm not sure I'm good at that bit. Well, I'mma shut up now, pls enjoy?

The room spun around as you stumbled your way to the sofa, spilling the contents of your glass in the process and laughing at your own clumsiness. No effort was made to clean up the mess and, instead, you simply brought the cup to your lips in hopes that some of the drink would have survived the ordeal.

"Felix is gonna kill you," he said in between heartfelt giggles, struggling to sit up straight for a minute until he just gave up and slouched.

"Not if I kill him first," you retaliated, as menacingly as you could muster in your current drunken state. "He's probably getting some pussy right now, he doesn't give a fuck."

"Wish that was me," he commented, half-jokingly. You laughed, but you could feel heat pooling in all those places you wished were being touched. "It's been a long ass time."

His confession came as a bit of a shock. Sure, he was short as fuck, slightly awkward, and had the weirdest sense of humour that not everyone could handle but, if one could look past those character flaws, your friend Chris was a heck of a catch: cute face but not so handsome it's intimidating, nice veiny hands, a six-pack and, to top it all off, a nice round booty. Not to mention the dimples when he smiled, his warm brown eyes, the way his voice went up an octave when he was excited, how he curled up in his sleep like a silly little cat and -

"Yeah, same," you simply replied, unsure of how long it had been since he spoke, your mind racing more than usual - perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that you suddenly became aware that Chris was wearing the perfume you had gifted him for his birthday a while back, something musky and sensual with a hint of sweetness, just like the man himself. "And it's not like I've been having any good action, either."

You were ready to lay the subject to rest and suggest watching some dumbass show, like The Tiger King or something equally outrageous but your last confession seemed to hit your best friend like a brick to the face.

"You're saying your ex never made you come?"

You were glad he couldn't see your face because you could swear it had turned as red as a fire engine. "N-no," you stuttered, hyper-aware of your existence all of a sudden. "Nobody has, ok? It's not that uncommon-"

"It's a fucking tragedy, is what is it," Chris protested, sounding like an activist fighting for equal rights. Which, in a way, he kind of was - fight for your right to orgasm, which was actually pretty valid. "Men are a nightmare!"

The way his voice swelled up with passion was funny, you couldn't deny, plus he sounded genuinely appaled. You simply nodded in agreement, as if he could see it, and looked around for the bottle of rum. However, when you tried to get up to fetch it, your knees immediately gave up on you, much to Chris's amusement.

"I bet I could make you come," he said matter-of-factly and you froze in your tracks, unsure if you were hallucinating, checking your glass for some weird powders or something. "It can't be that hard, those dudes are just idiots."

You gave up on trying to climb back onto the sofa and just decided to lie down on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Chris's musings. He was probably just speaking out of his ass, plus you were both pretty intoxicated.

"I bet they didn't even kiss you properly," he continued, and you wished he'd shut the fuck up, because his words were genuinely destroying you a little. "Probably didn't even tell you you're beautiful and that your hair smells nice."

"Chris, shut up," you spat, no longer amused. "Why are you torturing me like this?"

"What do you mean," he asked earnestly. Standing up felt like quite the workout but you felt you had to do it in order to look him in the eye for once. He looked confused and awfully drunk, as expected, his brown eyes open as wide as physically possible, his lips slightly parted.

"I've been trying not to fall for you, you're making it damn hard," you confessed with a deep sigh, bottom lip quivering, tears forming in your eyes.

Instead of replying, his eyes lingered on yours for a painful while, before he got up and stumbled his way into the hallway. You wanted to cry, really cry and possibly sob even. Not only because you were horrendously unsure of what had just happened, but mostly because you were supposed to share his double bed with him and that would feel super awkward after your stupid confession, so you'd just have to drag your ass to his roomate Felix's bed and hope the blonde didn't randomly show up at 4AM high off his rockers, he was cool and all but you didn't know each other like that.

You blacked out, you sure did. Your back sore from napping on the cold hard floor, head still spinning but not as bad as before, stomach growling and your mouth feeling drier than a convenience store sandwich. Rubbing your eyes, you made your way to his kitchen, wondering if Felix was back already because sleeping on the floor or on that busted-ass IKEA sofa seemed like your worst nightmare.

"Come to bed, you silly goose," his voice startled you out of your skin and you nearly screamed.

"Fucking hell, Chris-"

Trying to brush him off, you took a pint glass from his cupboard and filled it with tap water which you proceeded to down before shamelessly stealing a pack of Tim Tams from his side of the pantry - you hoped it was his side, at least.

"Are you still drunk," you raised an eyebrow, finally capable of looking him in the eye for a bit before embarrassment settled in once more.

"I mean, a little, but I want you in my bed," he shrugged and had the audacity to give you his world-famous puppy eyes. Now you had to do whatever he said. Those sad little stupid eyes could convince you to commit murder, legit. "I prommy I won't do anything."

"What the fuck does that mean, Christopher?"

"I meant everything I said, but I wish I had said it in a less cocky, sober-er? More sober? Yeah… way. I guess."

You had to stop chewing on your Tim Tam to fully process what the fuck was happening in that godforsaken kitchen at ungodly hours of the night. "Listen, let's just get some sleep and-"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Chris, you're not thinking straight-"

But before you could finish your sentence, his lips were on yours and you had to swallow the damn biscuit -cookie?- quickly before giving up your dignity to kiss him back, immediately moaning into his plush lips and feeling like an absolute fucking tosser. You started to wonder if you were dreaming or hallucinating, especially when his hand cupped your chin like in some fucking Keira Knightley movie. He seemed deadset on getting another moan out of you because his other hand immediately roamed inside your shirt, his fingertips very gently grazing up and down your side, that particular super-sensitive spot he had once accidentally found when he tried to tickle you.

"F-fuck-" You couldn't believe how easy you were being and how shitty you'd feel the following day once the hungover had fully run its course and your brain was running optimally once more. "I love you-"

I done fucked up, you thought to yourself when his lips abruptly left yours.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard you'll be forced to say that again."

Without another word, he took your hand and guided you to his bedroom. You'd been there a thousand times, you'd slept on his bed next to him, you'd spent countless hours playing League of Legends with him in there yet, for some reason, it felt unrecognisable this time. Even though you had sobered up, you somehow still felt horrendously drunk, maybe drunk on him and his stupid sexy perfume - that you blamed yourself for - and his stupid curly hair and his dumbass muscular arms and…

"Say my name, baby," he cooed, voice gentle but deeper than usual, a hint of darkness in his throat.

"C-Chris. Christopher-"

He chuckled, blushing as if he felt a little embarrassed by his own desire to dirty talk you.

"You'll be moaning a lot more in a moment."

#bang chan x reader #bang chan #bang chan smut #skz smut #skz imagine

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still-astray · 2 years

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I have another request 😭 so basically Sophie gets told by a rude staff that she has to go on a diet. Since she’s still growing it’s bad for her health and she loses a lot of weight and passes out. When she does Stray Kids storm JYP ENT and the other JYP idols find out like ITZY TWICE NMIXX and they are pissed so they rip JYP a new one until he tells them that she was only supposed to lose a kilogram. Because of that JYP is also angry so the staff is called in and Chan has to be held back before he beats his booty a new one. Then Sophie wakes up. Her self confidence is a bit low because timeline wise this is after the bullying incident but the group just allowed her to do stuff without the buddy system. But SKZ raise it back up. 🍿⚾️ it’s a bit messy bc I just got back from school💀

a/n: i am so sorry this is later than usual!! i didn’t have a lot of chances to write today 😔 anyway here you go!! hope you enjoy <3

Fifteen

sophie encounters yet another challenge of being an idol

genre: angst

word count: 1.8k (scenario only)

warnings: extreme weight loss, fainting, displays of anger (no one gets hurt!), brief mention of hospitals, brief swearing, underlying theme of bodyshaming, brief bodyshaming mentions

•🧚🏻‍♀️•

“Hey, Sophie, why aren’t you eating?”

Sophie froze, chopsticks poised to push more meat around in its bowl. “I’m… just not very hungry,” she fibbed, praying that the boys wouldn’t push for more information.

“I get that you’re trying to stay thin, Sunflower,” said Hyunjin, looking concerned, “but remember you’re still growing. You’ve got to eat enough to stay healthy.”

“I’m still in the recommended weight for my size and age,” mumbled Sophie, taking a tiny bite of meat and praying that nobody would ask her how much she weighed.

“Won’t be for long if you keep eating like that,” pointed out Seungmin.

If you only knew.

•🧚🏻‍♀️•

“Oh wow!” Sophie straightened up and looked around, amazed at her new view. “Good gracious, Kai, you’re tall.”

Hueningkai chuckled and looked up at the small girl perched on his shoulders. “Like it up there?”

“Heck yeah.” Sophie voiced her pleasure in English, unable to remember the Korean words anyway.

Beomgyu and Natalie strolled out of the cafe, each one carrying a tray. “How’s the weather up there, Soph?” called Natalie teasingly.

“Kinda warm,” replied Sophie honestly. “I miss having shadows to stand in.”

“Welcome to my world,” quipped Hueningkai as he let her scramble down to sit at the picnic table with the others.

Beomgyu began passing out snacks and drinks. “Soph, why’d you only get a smoothie?” he asked, passing her the strawberry banana drink. “Usually you’re starving around this hour.”

“You’re not on a diet, right?” asked Natalie, concerned. “You’re already so thin.”

“N-nope, I’m fine.” Even as she said to, her voice began to shake just a little bit.

“How are your members letting you go out without them now?” queried Hueningkai. “I mean, the way Jeongin told Beomgyu, seemed like you’d never get to leave the dorm again.”

Sophie giggled despite feeling a bit dizzy. Probably just the heat. “Seungmin finally convinced Chan that I’d forget how to interact with people if he didn’t let me get back to normal life.”

Sophie sipped her fruit-flavored drink, hoping the frostiness would cool her down. She really was starting to feel weird.

“It’s so stupid that people are so against coed groups,” said Natalie, shaking her head. Her short, dyed-blonde hair brushed against her jawline, and Sophie thought that she saw black clips holding it back. But a moment later, the clips had moved. Sophie blinked, and more spots appeared.

Inwardly freaking out, she nudged Hueningkai. “I don’t feel so good,” she mumbled to him before slipping to the ground.

Hueningkai caught her before her head hit the concrete, picking her up and laying her down across the bench. Beomgyu and Natalie already had their phones to their ears. “Yes, hello, we need an ambulance,” Natalie said, surprisingly calm for the emergency situation.

“Hey, Jeongin- uh, where’s Chan?” Beomgyu asked into the phone. “Hey, Chan- so we were just sitting here having a snack and Sophie just passed out- hello? Hello? Wait, he what? Then why do I hear everyone else running too- Jeongin? Jeongin?”

“What happened?” Hueningkai asked, since Natalie was still on the phone.

“I think Stray Kids is storming the JYP building,” Beomgyu related, not really looking like he believed it himself. “Chan said something about too thin before he tossed the phone back to Jeongin.”

“Diet?” guessed Hueningkai, taking another look at the very thin girl lying unconscious on the bench.

“Probably, but why that much weight loss is beyond me.” Beomgyu shook his head.

“Damn it!” Completely forgetting to watch his language, Chan tossed the phone back to Jeongin and ran out of the room, snapping to himself about “should have realized why she’s suddenly so thin” before he dashed out of earshot.

Like a match in a roomful of gunpowder, the anger exploded through the room, spreading to the other members as they too sprinted from the room. Only Hyunjin remained behind, dialing a number into his phone.

Natalie finally got off the phone. “Ambulance is on its way,” she reported. “They want one of us and one of her members.”

“Her members are currently-“ began Beomgyu, but was cut off by his phone ringing again. “Hyunjin?… Yeah, I was going to call one of the TWICE members to fill in for you guys, but I guess that’s not necessary now… Okay, just come here to the cafe, I’ll send you the location. See you soon.” He set his phone down on the table. “Hyunjin figured that a member might be needed in some way or another, so he didn’t join the rampage.”

“The what?!” demanded Natalie.

“Stray Kids are storming the JYP building,” Beomgyu told her. “And from what Hyunjin said, it sounds like other groups found out really fast and have joined in.”

If one had been practicing in any random practice room along a certain hallway that day, they would have heard what could be compared to a stampede outside the door.

In truth, it kind of was a stampede. A stampede of idol groups ready to defend Stray Kids’ adorable, sweet maknae.

It wasn’t just Stray Kids running for justice now; somewhere along the way TWICE had heard the news of Sophie’s blackout, and had joined the younger group. Then ITZY found out, and then NMIXX. Now there was just a crowd of idols running through the halls, not really even thinking about what they were going to do when they reached JYP except for find out what was going on.

Upon reaching the office, Chan was the first one inside, followed by Changbin. Sana and Nayeon from TWICE slipped in next, followed by ITZY’s Ryujin and NMIXX’s Lily. The others crowded where they could, whether that be at the back of the office or standing outside the door.

JYP looked very surprised to see the unexpected visitors. “What’s going on-“ he started to ask, but Chan interrupted. “I want to know why my maknae passed out today due to losing too much weight!”

The other idols chimed in, each adding their two cents until the office was in an uproar. Finally, JYP managed to calm them down enough to say his piece.

“It’s not like that,” he said.

Hyunjin paced the small ER room, occasionally glancing at the sleeping Sophie to see if she’d awoken yet; however, each time he was disappointed.

“Relax, Hyunjin,” advised Beomgyu, looking just as tense as Hyunjin. “She’ll wake up on her own time.”

“85 pounds,” muttered Hyunjin, ignoring Beomgyu for the moment. “She’s supposed to be at least in the nineties!”

“Hyunjin.” Natalie’s voice broke through his cloud of distress. “Sit down. Breathe.”

Hyunjin exhaled, too frustrated to do either of those things. “She wouldn’t eat, not even when we suggested American foods,” he mumbled. “Stupid, stupid diets. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-“

“H-hyunjin?”

<JYP’s office>

“It’s not like that.” JYP sighed, looking extremely regretful.

“Then explain what it is like,” snapped Ryujin, her eyes flashing fire.

“She was only supposed to lose two pounds-“

“She was already only 100 pounds!” exclaimed Changbin angrily. “Are you trying to tell me that 98 pounds is healthy?”

“98 pounds is still within the recommended weight limits-“

“But it’s not technically healthy?” interjected Nayeon, her arms folded.

“It’s a healthy enough weight and considering her role in the next-“

“Whoaa,” interrupted Chan, alarmed at the potential spoiler. “Okay, so she was only supposed to lose two pounds. How did that turn into fifteen?”

JYP gaped. “Fifteen???”

<Sophie’s ER room>

“H-hyunjin?” The small, weak voice coming from the bed cut straight to the older member’s heart, as much relieving him as hurting him that she sounded like that.

“Sophie.” He was at the bedside in one step, embracing the confused girl in a long hug. “You scared us so bad.”

“I- I’m sorry,” mumbled Sophie, her voice muffled by his hair in her face. “But I still don’t know what’s going on…”

“You passed out while we were at the cafe,” explained Beomgyu, trying his best not to run around leaping for joy that she’d finally awakened.

Sophie nodded, still looking confused. “I didn’t eat anything, did I?”

“No, you’ve not eaten in two days,” said Hyunjin crossly, still hugging her. “Diets aren’t supposed to starve you, Sunflower.”

“The- the staff kept saying I was too big though,” said an even more confused Sophie.

“Sophie, how much weight were you supposed to lose?” Hyunjin asked her.

“I don’t know…” Sophie began to tear up, and Hyunjin hugged her tighter.

“No, no, it’s okay, don’t cry. Tell me how much you lost.”

Sophie swallowed. “I… uhh, may or may not have been tricked into to losing fifteen.”

“Fifteen?!” Hyunjin’s howl hurt her ears, and she poked him in the ribs as punishment, even as she began to cry softly.

“I- I didn’t know how much I’d lost, and then one day I looked at the scale and realized I’d lost way too much, I tried to talk to her about it but she kept brushing me off-“

“Which staff was this?”

“The red haired one who always looks at me like I’m a roach on her perfectly cleaned white floor.”

“We’ll get this taken care of, Bubble.” Hyunjin began to rub the girl’s hair comfortingly, and she gradually began to relax. “But if something ever seems wrong about a diet, please come to us.”

<JYP‘s office>

The female staff member already looked nervous enough when she walked into the office, but when she saw Chan’s livid expression, her eyes widened and her lips pressed together nervously.

“I want to know why you forced my member to lose fifteen pounds!” Not even thinking about the consequences of his actions, Chan lunged for the staff.

“Chan!” Changbin grabbed him, barely holding him back. Lily and Sullyeon joined him, as well as Sana and Jiho.

“Chan,” said Jiho calmly, although her eyes spit fire, “attacking her is just going to cause more problems. Don’t get into a lawsuit over a diet problem.”

“It’s not just a diet problem,” snapped Chan, but he allowed the others to restrain him. “My member passed out today, that’s not normal! She was already thin enough, why did she have to be thinner?!”

“She- she was still bigger compared to Lia-“

JYP glared daggers at the staff, and she stopped talking. “So you made her lose thirteen more pounds just so she could be the thinnest JYP idol?”

“N-no-“

“Then what? So she could beat AB6IX Daehwi’s record of a seventeen-inch waist?”

“N-no-“

“So there was absolutely no good reason for her to lose that much weight,” finished JYP. “As of today, you are officially fired and if I hear of you talking to Sophie again, I’m getting a restraining order placed.”

The staff member gaped at him. “You- you can’t do that!” she sputtered in disbelief.

“Oh, yes I can. And I will.” JYP waved her away dismissively like she was a pesky fly. “Go on, get out before I let Chan do what I know he wants to do to you.”

That did it and the staff shot from the room like a rocket. JYP turned to Chan. “Now that that’s taken care of, let’s get back to Sophie.”

•🧚🏻‍♀️•

Members’ Reactions:

(after the fact) (gifs from giphy are noted in pink)

Chan:

(gif credit: @ straykids on GIPHY)

THE most relieved to know she’s alive, literally

wishes she could come home right away but her condition has to stabilize

once she’s home though he begs felix to make american food so sophie will eat more

absolutely hates the fact that her appetite is slow in returning due to her extreme diet

even more determined than ever to protect her from haters

disables the notifications on her phone for the stray kids social media accounts so she’s not as tempted to read comments and posts about the whole situation

“can’t you eat just two more bites?” “chan i’m full, i’m sorry :(” “you only ate a third of your dinner though :(” “i’ll eat a little more tomorrow, i promise <3”

Minho:

easily the most disturbed by the weight loss

he noticed her weight change most when he was teaching her dance

like he’d correct her waist position and notice how easily he could encircle it with his two hands

or she’d be lining her arm up to match his and he’d notice just how thin hers was even compared to his

he didn’t say anything though because he wasn’t sure what was normal for a girl her age and size

now he feels absolutely horrible and sophie’s still trying to convince him it wasn’t his fault, two weeks later

Changbin:

(gif credit: @ straykids on GIPHY)

doesn’t show how upset he is about this around sophie but in reality he’s almost as mad as chan was still is when he thinks about it

dont bring it up in his hearing or he’s going to get all upset again (again, he doesn’t show this to sophie)

constantly trying to get her to eat more

“it’s meat, sophie, eat it and you’ll get muscles like mine” “but i’m a girl…” “what does that matter? you’ll be the strongest female idol- and more importantly, you’ll be healthy again…”

Hyunjin:

more concerned with keeping sophie at a healthy weight than remembering the incident

always changes the subject faster than lightspeed whenever anyone even briefly references it

trying to push it out of everyone’s memories

he succeeds in helping sophie get mostly past the bodyshaming

with some help from felix and jeongin of course

Jisung:

also just trying to get everyone to forget about it

he’s always concerned with the length of sophie’s shorts, so whenever he would notice that whatever shorts she was wearing were too short in his opinion, he’d also unavoidably notice how she was getting thinner on what seemed like the daily

beat himself up for a good week and a half that he didn’t put two and two together sooner and sophie had a heck of a time convincing him it’s not his fault

often sneaks her little sugary treats that she stocks up on and makes last way longer than they should

even bought her american candy upon a couple occasions

she treasured that candy almost more than her prized Enhypen autograph page

Felix:

(gif credit: @ straykids on GIPHY)

was already planning to make her american dishes in the hopes she’d eat them but after chan practically begged him to do so that just further solidified the decision

researches all sorts of things to make them taste as good as possible

even tries american variants on korean recipes

everyone loves the experiments, felix hasn’t failed one of them yet and now he constantly gets references from his members about that one God’s Menu line

will cook literally anything for sophie except for soufflé because of how noisy the dorms are on the daily

Seungmin:

leaves positive body affirmations he either makes up for finds online around the house and everyone just knows by now that they’re meant for sophie

changbin got so confused for a while at why seungmin was leaving these slips of paper that said things like “you have the perfect figure already” around a male-dominated dorm

the rest of the members had already figured it out by this time and it was a laughable occurrence that he still prefers not to be mentioned or referenced

anyway back to seungmin

also recommends sweet [some are ballads, some are not] songs for her that are meant to encourage girls

even puts his Hometown Cha Cha Cha OST on there which makes everyone laugh

he explains that he did it as a reminder that he and the members would always be there for her no matter what she goes through

Jeongin:

honestly he kind of babies her

not that he doesn’t already (he absolutely adores having someone younger than him in the group who he can baby) but even more so now than before

will randomly pick up her eating utensils and poke the food at her lips, making her smile and then he pushes it in all the way and thus makes her eat in the absolute sweetest way

again goes on a buying spree but this time it’s themed plushies instead of random ones

this incident’s theme is disney

he nonchalantly finds out her disney favorites and then sometime in the next few days, those plushies start popping up in random places around the dorms or practice room with her name on the attached gift tag

constantly showing her how many STAYs think she’s beautiful and perfect

#skz’ bubbly sunflower 🫧🌻#stray kids’ sophie #stray kids 9th member #stray kids imagines #twice imagines #nmixx imagines #itzy imagines #txt imagines

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luv-4-kpop · 9 months

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"Close" was requsted by a friend

Han jisung oneshot

Genre: fluff,smut

Mature content warning

Warnings ahead:

Top.reader, subjisung, first time, nicknames, mommy kink, praise, oral(m and f recieving), breeding kink, reAder rides jisung,uprotected sex{please be safe}, creampie, hair pulling,romatic plot

Han jisung and y/n l/n have been dating for two years now and it is almost your anniversary so you wanted to do something special for your boyfriend for your anniversary. You wanted to suprise him with a few gifts and wanted to dress in some lingerie for him and have some fun. You have been as far as making out,light groping and clothed humping. You wanted to make your first times special.

A few days after planning..

You Had woken up around noon and read the text Jisung left you saying he had to meet Chan in his studio for work and would be back at 4:00

So as you just had opened the ordered lingerie set it was lavender purple and had black outlines with straps across below the belly button with a black heart choker that came with it. Then you had got the ingredients for his favorite Dinner and picke up some soju. Now it was 3:00 ish so you had started cooking and set the table as you cooked music played through the Alexa in your apartment. Soon you were done and went and got ready for him to return home you took a quick shower, shaving and putting on the set with one of jisungs button up white shirts with some booty shorts. You put his presents sat up on the counter and their pretty package wrapping.

Soon enough you heard keys jiggling in th door as he unlocked the door and walked in. He was Looking very good in his black jeans with a Chain across the pocket and a red and black T-shirt with his new longer curly hair slightly in his face. As he looked at you both of you smiled and you ran in his arms hugging him tight. He kissed you on the forehead and cheek. “Happy anniversary baby” putting the gifts he got you next to his gifts. “Happy anniversary Sungie”, you said pecking his lips and then you both sat down and ate the delicious food you made. “This is so good darling thank you” “your welcome baby” you smiled as you ate and talked. After you both got done eating you opened up the gifts. You got Han a watch, new AirPods, and a guitar. He was so happy for his gifts and kissed you deeply. “I love the gifts here open yours “ he handed you the three bags of gifts as you sat on the couch. He got you a charm bracelet with the letters HJ on it, a pair of earrings, and a necklace that said I love you to the moon and back and had a moon pendant. You smiled happily at the gifts and kissed him.”I have one more gift baby boy for you ” “mmh what is it” he blushes at the new nickname. “I wanna make love with you my love”now his face was a red as hyunjins hair. You kissed him he hummed in the kiss he seemed tense as the kiss got more heated as you licked your way exploring his mouth. “Calm down Ji we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” he sighed and stuttered out “um I ammm j-jjjust nervous I would l-love to hold you close and make you f-fffeeel good” you smiled and guided his hand to your hips as you grinded down on his growing member. “I’m glad you want to” you removed his white shirt and the shorts you were wearing. You kissed him and started leaving trails of kisses and licks down his jawline and neck. “Oh ffuck *moans*your so beautiful mommy” you smirk in his neck and reply,”you can touch me anywhere you want” as you watched him eye your cleavage and boobs. He grabbed hold of them and squeezed experimentally you moaned out you watched him smile as he saw the way he made you feel good. He unclipped your bra unexpectedly good and licked your left nipple and pinching the other one. You moaned grabbing his hair and pulling alittle. “Mmm p-please mommy want more” you took off his shirt and got on your knees and unbuckled his belt and took his boxers and jeans off. He whined as the he felt how hard restricting the jeans were he felt his member twitch in anticipation as he watched you bite your lip and grab his base. You kitty licked his tip and smeared the precum leaking and slowly jerked his cock off. You tried to fit him in your mouth and you relaxed your throat and got to alittle but more than half and strocked the rest you couldn’t fit you sucked bobbing your head. “Mmm mommmmyyy fuck it feels so good ah” your hummed around his length making him buck his hips at the vibrations and you slightly gag. You went faster while rubbing his thighs deep throating him. He moaned out your name and watched you suck of his needy cock. “Pleasse ii’’mm cumm…” he moaned as he came ropes in your throat as you grabbed balls and sucked him dry leaving him to panting heavily and whining in sensitivity. You got off your knees and pulled him to your bedroom. You pushed him to hover over you on the bed and kissed him. “I wanna make you feel good too mommy” you smiled at his wanting to please you. He kissed your neck and chest and made his way down to your tummy and pulled your panties off. He eyes your wet core and whined out. You let him go with the flow out of curiosity. He kissed your thighs making you shiver he licked a stride up your slit. Making you moan and buck upwards. He chuckled and slowly licked and sucked your clit. You grabbed onto his hair and pulled as he ate you out like you was his last meal he was making you feel so good you were in shock and moaned shamelessly. “Ffuck jisung ohhh m-mmy god your tongue feels so good” he moaned into your core at the praise and inserted two fingers sucking on your clit faster.

You were warning him of your climax as you pulled him closer to your pussy. He sped up his fingers and whimpered at the taste of your juices on his tounge.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs spasmed as you came. Han moved away from your core and laid beside you. You straddled him and kissed him sloppily “are you ready for me to ride you” “y-yyyess mommy I wanntt you” you slowly inserted his tip and your eyes went wide as he stretched you out slowly sinking down.”fuck your to bbbbig” he moaned feeling your tight walls sucking him in. When you bottoms out you felt so euphoric your body was shaking. You started moving slowly groaning along with Jisung. He held you close to his body thrusting up wanting to go faster. “Ah fuck baby your such a goodboy you make me feel ssso good” he moaned and was trying so hard not to come just yet but his rolled back as you bounced faster kissing him. “Pplease gggonnna cum”!! “ah jisung I’m cummming tooo cum inside please want your cum” he was sure he was on cloud9 as he was seeing stars as his whole body shook and his moans were led out loud probably getting you a noise complaint. Your body also was in euphoria has he held you as close as possible letting all his cum shoot inside you. You moaned cumming with him milking his big length. You collapsed beside him was beyond exhausted. He smiled as he turned to hold you in his arms and kiss you with so much passion. “I love you y/n this was the best anniversary ever “ “I love you to jisung I’m glad now can you help me clean up” you said giggling. He chuckled and suggested a hot shower for both of you and you agreed so he picked you up and you guys took a romantic shower washing each other and then you got dressed in night clothes as he just slept with some basketball shorts and boxers. You guys eventually fell asleep after a long beautiful night.

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maskedblackfox · 5 years

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10, 16, 28

10.What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any? {I think makeup can be amazing, how it can completely change someone’s appearance, like magic. I personally don’t wear any, mostly because no one i know has any knowledge on how to use it.} (This is also mostly likely how i got so interested in to world of drag)

16.Who is your favourite lgbt+ Icon/Advocate/Celebrity? {I’m not sure…}

28.Anything else you want to share about your experience with gender? {It’s weird and confusing. I don’t understand it.}

#the booty-chan replies #lgbtq #pinlc-candy

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: bokuto, iwaizumi, kageyama, kuroo, miya twins, and ushijima x shorter manager male reader

req: yes | cw: suggestive | 16+

alex: MOST OF THE TALL THIGH GUYS IN HAIKYUU SIMP FOR THE SHORTER MALE MANAGER AFTER THEY FOUND OUT HE LIKES BIG THIGHS(and tits and all that) WHILE THEY TRY TO MAKE THEIRS LOOK BIG AND JUICY????

hcs of tall boys simping for a shorter manager because they like thicc body parts

a/n: i didn’t mention this because i did want to write it, but alex, reqs were closed. unless you suggested this for 1.5k, in which case, just why?

Introduction

A volleyball training camp consisting of some of Japan’s most prominent high schools. Chaotic, right?

Well, many schools came: Aoba Johsai, Fukurodani, Nekoma, Inarizaki, Itachiyama, and Shiratorizawa.

These training camps often led to the teams’ managers getting to know each other better and bonding. And as Itachiyama’s manager, even if most of them were girls, you were no exception.

Which meant, while all the managers collectively did their manager duties like refilling water bottles, you talked.

And, for some reason, the topic of boys came along and what ‘type’ of boy they liked.

You see, the girls were nice. They looked for personalities, rather than body parts - most of them anyway.

You on the other hand, well, you loved thick boys.

Prominent man boobs, thick thighs, fat asses.

“Is that… why you became a manager?”

“Is that why you don’t hand out towels?”

Unbeknownst to you, and the girls, a few people were eavesdropping on you.

Bokuto

“I’d say that fits your description, right Bokuto?” Konoha playfully elbowed him on the chest, but the ace wasn’t paying attention. “Eh, Bokutooo? You there?”

He was not, in fact, there.

He really had no plan to charm you at all. If he already had these traits, surely your eyes would drift off to him, right?

But obviously, he subconsciously starts showing off more when you’re watching his match.

He starts glancing at you every time he scores a point. Slowly, glances turn into looks that ask for praise, like a puppy; and then looks turn into verbal “Did you see that (y/n)?!”

You don’t know when or why he started fixating on you, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Thanks to your praise, Bokuto slowly starts getting more comfortable around you. Then, one day after he scores the game winning point, he runs over to you.

Before you know it, he’s pulled you into a hug.

“WOO (Y/N), DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

But you don’t reply, because 1) you can’t with your face smushed against man boobies, and 2) this is heaven.

Bokuto’s confused, of course, until he realizes your hands on his thighs.

He only laughs it off, until Komori comes. Behind the libero is a possessive looking Sakusa and a scary Iizuna. Komori’s about to spew some protective comment like, “hands of our manager” but you stop him.

The will to stay in this bear hug is stronger than the boobies giving you an inability to speak. “Let me have this, Komori.”

“Ah, right, you like this kind of stuff.” The libero laughs, slowly nudging Sakusa and Iizuna away.

“What’s this kind of stuff?”

“You, hot stuff.”

Iwaizumi

“Iwa-chan, you’re not gonna leave me for him, righ-?”

“Shut up, Oikawa.”

It starts off subtle, wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his shirt and making sure to expose his pecs. Though such a thing works when there’s no other thicc boy in the room.

Then he starts stretching more often, particularly his legs.

Sometimes, on particularly hot days, he rolls his shorts even higher up his thigh.

Slowly, as you start to talk more often, he does the same things while you’re hanging out relatively alone.

“Hajime.”

“Hm?” He stops his stretching, looking at you curiously. You lick your lips, your gaze looking at his thighs.

“Keep stretching.”

He obeys. His thighs flex and stiffen, the stretching starts getting painful, but he doesn’t stop because he knows you like it. When you press a hand against his thigh, he lets out a low groan.

“Fuck, Hajime.”

Finally, he knows you’re absolutely enamoured with his body.

Kageyama

“None of us fit that description.”

“Shut up, boke.”

“I mean...you fit that description?”

Each time he knows his gaze is on you, as he’s in the back line ready to receive a serve, he sticks out his ass just that little bit more. Along with tensing his thighs.

Sometimes he drags Hinata to receive his serves somewhere within your vicinity. When Hinata receives it and sends it back to him, he doesn’t catch it. Instead, he lets it fall so that you can watch him bend over to grab it.

He might even shake his ass a little.

One time, when something accidentally falls out of his hands, you confront him.

“Tobio, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Doing what?” He looks at you through his lashes - up for once, booty out and still bending over. Then he has the audacity to shake his bubble butt.

He smiles when you let out a frustrated groan. “That.”

“I still don’t know what you’re referring to.”

Kuroo

“Ha, that sorta fits Kuroo. Wait, Kuroo, are you-?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes.”

You know that extremely flexible receive? Yeah? Expect to see that a lot.

It shows off his ass and thighs and just- umph im such a simp

Unlike most others, he’s much more forward about it than others. He won’t outright say it, granted, but he’ll be more touchy with you.

One second, his arm is wrapped around your shoulder. The next, he’s pulled the back of your head to one of his pecs.

When your team spots this, they rush over to get him to stop. At the forefront of the group is Iizuna. “Hands off our manager.”

Before you can say anything, Kuroo speaks up, “Last time I checked, (y/n)’s his own person. Besides, he enjoy this, right?”

“Yeah.” You don’t defend yourself from Iizuna, because hell, the captain banter is entertainment.

The two captains glare at each other with their competitive yet polite looks. Eventually, Iizuna falters. He can’t argue with you saying you like it, nor does he have the comebacks in him to talk to the ‘provocative expert’.

Atsumu Miya

The twins stare at each other, glaring as they usually do. “Dibs.” Atsumu says, and Osamu can’t deny that. It seems he’s missed out on you.

Just like Kuroo, Atsumu is forward.

He is also impatient, so if you don’t catch on the first few times, he’s just going to blur it out.

And that is exactly what happens.

Each time he tries to get your attention, he fails. A subtle wink sent your way, a flex of his bicep, bending and holding on to his knees after a loss penalty, none of them seem to alert you. They don’t, because he’s dumb and doesn’t think to show off the qualities that you like as much as the qualities that he’s confident in.

Which is why he’s here, in front of you while you take a break on the bleachers.

“Miya-san? Don’t you have a game?” You glance down at the court, seeing the rest of Inarizaki playing. They certainly aren’t at their best without their genius setter.

“I like you.”

Your raised eyebrow only taunts him, “And what brought this upon-”

“I know you like me.” He sits next to you, slinging his thighs over your lap. “Don’t you like these thighs?”

“I guess I do, ‘Tsumu.”

Osamu Miya

The twins stare at each other, glaring as they usually do. “Dibs.” Osamu calls. Even if Atsumu grumbles and kicks at the ground because he’s missed the opportunity, he can’t deny the power of dibs.

He’s much better at this than Atsumu is. He’s more patient and has no problem with playing the long game.

However, he doesn’t; because unlike Atsumu, he accentuates his qualities that you like.

He pulls up the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, rolls up his shorts quite high, and generally does things that always have your eyes on his thighs, pecs, or ass.

He’s taunting you, silently telling you to come to him, so that’s what you do.

The next time you find him panting from a run, ass out and bent over, you confront him. Conveniently enough, he’s away from other people.

You make your presence known by putting a hand half on his ass, half on his thigh.

“Oh, heeey, (y/n).” He gives you an all-knowing look, paired with lazy half lidded eyes.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you, ‘Samu?”

“Obviously.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

“I like thick men, the ones with prominent pecs, thick thighs, and bubble butts.”

Sure, he heard it. Sure, he processed it. But did he think about it afterwards? No. Did he connect the dots? No.

In fact, you’re the one attracted to him.

Ushijima is that one oblivious yet extremely suggestive individual. He does squats after practice, thigh-accentuating stretches, bends over without a single thought, this man is blatantly sexy.

You have to keep yourself from doing anything indecent.

So, it’s quite obvious you like him. Anytime he’s in the room, you’re staring at him. As such, Sakusa takes notice, and boy is he disgusted.

“(y/n), please don’t like him.”

Why? He didn’t want to let you date him, it’d turn you into a reminder of one of his most formidable opponents.

“Sakusa, I can’t help it.”

Welp, he’s doomed.

“(y/n), hey.” You’d never really interacted before you approached him. He noticed that you always looked at him, but he didn’t really think about it, nor did he think about why you did it. There were more important things to focus on.

“I like you.”

“Huh?”

He’s so dense, so oblivious, gosh. Good luck with him.

#bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #ushijima x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #kageyama x reader

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chrizbang · 3 years

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Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.121

Warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, oral sex (m)

Summary: Chan challenged you to go five days without an orgasm. Will you be able to do it?

Days: 1, 2, 3

You had to be honest, you were impressed at how Chan was going out of his way to tease you. You were working in the living room. I mean, trying to work. You were sitting on the couch, with your laptop in your hands, trying real hard to concentrate, but it was impossible. For some reason, Chan decided to work out in the living room. Something he had never done before. It wouldn't be a problem at all if it wasn't for the fact that he was only wearing grey sweatpants. So sweaty, shirtless Chan was already something that was enough to distract you. But it was Chan. Of course, he wouldn't stop there. He was always a vocal person. So he was grunting and moaning at every move he did. If you didn't see him working out, you would be sure he was masturbating by the noises he was making. You sighed, once again trying to write the email you had to send to your boss. Chan got up from the floor after a push-up session. He began to stretch out his body. His toned, gorgeous body. You were shamelessly watching at this point, practically drooling. Chan turned around to face you and you tried to disguise by looking at your notebook, pretending that you were working. "I thought you were supposed to be working, not watching me," he said with a grin on his face. He ran his hand through his forehead, taking some of the sweat away. "I wasn't... I wasn't watching you," you cleared your throat. "In fact, I was trying to work, but you kept distracting me." "Me? I was just working out, baby girl. It's not my fault if you think I'm irresistible." You tried to say something, but you stumbled on your words, stuttering. "You know what?" you asked. "I'm going upstairs." You tried to grab your stuff but Chan stopped you, giving you a tight hug. "Aw baby, I'm sorry," he said as he squeezed you a little. "I'm just trying to tease you." "I'm just..." you sighed. "I'm frustrated." Chan looked at you. "Because of work?" "Yeah," you replied, looking down. "But also because I'm constantly horny." "Oh, baby," he said, smiling. "You can use your safe word, you know that, right?" "I'm not giving up, Chan." "Okay, baby. It's up to you." Chan kissed your cheek before kissing your lips. It was a soft, slow kiss. I kiss that meant "I love you" instead of "I wanna fuck you." You felt butterflies in your stomach, thinking about how much you loved him and how much you were loved. "I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" Chan asked. "Okay, baby." You went back to work as Chan went upstairs. You were finally able to finish your work. After you were done, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. As you were filling your cup with water, you heard Chan coming down the stairs. While you were drinking your water, you felt him hugging you from behind. "You look so good, baby," he said in a sweet voice. You furrowed your eyebrows. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with booty shorts, you had your hair tied in a bun. "Chan, I've looked better," you chuckled. "No, baby. I like it when you wear comfy clothes. I also like when you get all dressed up. You look good in anything." "What do you want?" you asked, suspicious. Chan bit his lip. "I wanna fuck you." "Ah, of course," you laughed. "Hey! I meant everything I said." "Let's go upstairs," you suggested, holding his hand. "No, baby," Chan said, stopping you. "I wanna fuck you right here." "Hm, that's bold, I like it." You held his head with your hands and gave him a deep kiss. Chan grabbed your ass, massaging it firmly. You smiled against his lips. Suddenly, Chan grabbed you, lifting you up from the floor. He put you on the kitchen balcony. He took your shorts off, leaving you naked from the waist down. "That's not very hygienic," you said, thinking about how you were sitting half-naked on the same place you prepared your food. Chan chuckled. "We can clean it later, baby girl." Chan lowered his pants, freeing his dick. He pumped it a few times before aligning it into your entrance. You spread your legs as much as you could, giving space so Chan could fuck you. He ran the tip of his dick on your cunt a few times. "Fuck, you are so wet already?" he asked as he teased you with his dick, rubbing the head against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. "That's your fault," you complained. "If that makes you feel better, I feel the same about you, baby girl," he said as he began to slide his dick inside of you. You took a deep breath, loving how big Chan was. It was a bit painful at the beginning, but soon enough, you were able to accommodate his length.

Chan kissed you, molding his lips against yours. It was messy, dirty, and you loved it. He began to move, pounding into you. "So good, baby," he whispered in your ear. "You always feel so good." You hugged him, pulling him closer. "Deeper," you said. Chan moaned as his cock went deeper inside of your cunt. He used one of his hands to grab your boob, while the other held you by the waist. You licked his neck, biting and leaving marks behind. You could tell that he was getting close by his moans. "Stop," you said. Chan looked at you with wide eyes. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah." You got up from the balcony, getting on the floor. "I want you to cum in my mouth," you said, looking at him right in the eyes. Chan smiled. You pumped his dick with both hands. Your hands were sliding easily because of your wetness. "Baby, I'm getting close," Chan moaned, throwing his head back. You sucked harshly on the tip of his cock, while still pumping his length. "Fuck," he groaned with his eyes closed. You watched as he was getting closer to the edge. "Baby girl, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. You increased the speed of your hands while you kept licking and sucking the tip. Didn't take long before you felt his hot cum in your mouth. You milked him dry, swallowing every single drop. "Shit, you're so good, love," he said, helping to get up. "Did you like it?" you asked with a smile on your face. "You know I did." He kissed you one more time before helping you to get dressed.

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shotokimchi · 4 years

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Peaches and Melons

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Summary: He loves your ass.

Warning: Suggestive content (this is my first time writing a suggestive fic sorry if its a mess but im still learning so dont attack me ( ｰ̀εｰ́ ) hehehe)

You can listen to FMS while reading this fic, just click HERE!

Well he always loved every part of you but when he saw you teaching the girls ‘how to twerk’ this bitch lost it, he wanna smack the shit outta your ass but when he sees the girls examining it, he just wanna throw you onto his bed and never let you go. He always uses your booty like a pillow or squeezes your thighs while watching a movie, when he feels insecure laying his head on your boobs is the most calming thing ever but he doesnt want to share these things with the others even if its the girls. “Wow Y/n-chan, can i touch your ass?” Mina asks with an enthusiastic tone and that makes you laugh so you let her, bish cuz why not? She is your best friend after all, she knows every part of you and both of you are so comfortable around each other. “Sure babe go ahead!” She immediately grabs one of your cheeks and her eyes widen slightly “Baby you got some cake!” That makes you laugh and Uraraka covers her pink cheeks with her small hands. “How are you guys so confident... I wish i could be more like you Y/n-chan.” That puts a frown on your face and you put a hand on her shoulder. “Baby you are beautiful and you should know that.” She gives a small smile and you turn to the others “Okay girls, lets continue with our next song!” Then you open a song called FM$ by New Boys and Mina starts to shake like the queen she is, you join her and the other girls watch you both with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

Girl you are shaking that ass like a pro but little did you know that your hotheaded bf is still behind that corner watching you like a hawk. He doesnt wanna watch you shake that for someone else so he clicks his tounge and starts to search for his phone, when he founds your contact info he sends a quick text and starts to walk towards his dorm room. So when your phone buzzes in your pocket you quickly open it and the message from your boo surprises you.

Mr.Loudmouth: Come to my room, now.

Excitement floods over you and you quickly make up and excuse, Mina already knows whats good so she gives you a thumbs up and you immediately dash towards your bf’s room. When you reach his room you lift your hand to knock but the door next to his opens abruptly and Kirishima appears. “Oh, Y/n-chan! Its good to see you- Y/n-chan... why are you wearing those?” You quirk a brow and look at your booty shorts and crop top. “Why, does it look ugly?” He starts to wave his hands in a defensive manner and the blush on his cheeks only gets deeper. “N-no ofc not! Its uh...” Then Katsuki’s door opens and he eyes you like a wolf in heat. He glares at Kirishima, grabs you and slams the door shut, then he throws you onto his bed and crosses his arms over his toned chest “Woooah, i guess someone is excited to see me.” You giggle and he glares at you, then in an instant he is on top of you and the way he looks into your eyes makes your breath hitch in your throat. The possessive hand on your thigh makes you blush and you’re still trying to understand why he’s this hungry for attention. “Babe, are you okay?” He sighs and replies “Give me a lap dance.” Your brain tries to process so you stare at him for 10 seconds, then you wheeze and cover your mouth with your hand, this makes him growl and he grabs your hand “Dont make me repeat it, i saw Pinky grabbing that ass and i dont like it when people touch something that belongs to me.” Ohhhh girl, you have a horny and jelaous Bakugou now so good luck with that-

You laugh and that makes him even more frustrated but before he can say something else you flip him over and now you are on top with an evil smirk on your face. “Awww babe, were you jelaous? I was just teaching them some stuff.” You grab both of his hands and lead them to your hips then you start to grind against him with a slow pace “The real thing is just for you babe ～” He smirks and the hold on your hips tightens “All mine.” You plant a kiss on his lips. “All yours ～ “ Things starts to get even spicier and you slowly take your crop top off while tugging at his black tank top “Katsu, come on...” He smirks and lands a harsh smack on your ass “Impatient, bitch.” You pout and huff “Call me that again and im leaving Thotsuki Bakuhoe.” Just when he opens his mouth to make a comeback the knock on the door makes the both of you stop.

“Bakugou and L/n.” Your teachers impatient tone makes you freeze and you quickly look at your bf but he is as dumbfounded as you are so... Both of you are dead-

A/N: I was horny so... If you want more smutty Bakugou fics like this go read What If? now, I worked really hard on that fic and it turned pretty good ^^

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl?

Todoroki Shouto

word count : 10k oopsies

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : DD/BG kink, minimal booty spanking & temp play, man-handling ahaha

bio : Shouto accidentally discovers his girlfriend is much kinkier than he suspected… and he intends to test out his new knowledge as soon as possible.

author’s note : o BOY THIS IS A SPICY FIRST FIC. whew i promise im not usually this nasty actually who am i kidding yes i am :))) also side note, all characters are aged up to year 3 in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

also available on AO3 here~

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🅈our duffel bag buzzes loudly, taking your attention away from the sparring match you and Ochaco were currently engaging in.

“One sec, Ochacho-chan,” you request hastily, putting your hands up in apology and bowing.

“Sure thing Y/N,” she smiles, “I need to take a break anyway!”

You squat next to your bag, hands fishing blindly through the compartment for your vibrating phone.

Shouto ♥︎ flashes across your screen, a photo of the handsome boy slurping soba lighting up the background.

“Shouto,” you pick up, huffing after your challenging training session.

“Y/N,” he replies, his suave voice instantly bringing a minute flush to your cheeks. “Where are you right now?”

“Ahhh I’m at the training center with Ochacho-chan,” you answer, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “We were working on our hand to hand combat!”

“Hmm,” he purses his lips in frustration. “I left my Search and Rescue textbook in your room yesterday. Any chance I could come by and grab your key?”

Your foot absentmindedly plays with the strap of your duffel bag, wandering aimlessly as you clutch the cellphone to your ear. “My door should actually be unlocked,” you chime,” so no need to come all the way over here!”

Shouto frowns. “You leave your door unlocked?” he pauses, “Knowing we have some questionable… characters living in the same building?” His mind is immediately on Mineta and Kaminari, the two perverts of the class.

Your laugh smoothes over his distaste, instantly bringing a small smile to his lips.

“I know you forget your things in my room so you have an excuse to see me,” you say playfully, your bottom lip captured by your teeth as you bashfully rock on the balls of your feet.

A slight blush covers Shouto’s cheeks, which he is glad you’re not there to see. “Hmm, it seems I’ve been figured out. I guess I’ll stop doing that then,” he teases, prodding you for a reaction.

“N-No, that’s okay,” you rush out, adding a hesitant laugh. “I’ll… I would take any excuse to see you,” you murmur, voice growing quieter.

Shouto’s heart flutters, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Um, anyway, my door is unlocked so just go on in. I should probably get back to Ochaco now,” you trail off awkwardly.

“Can I buy you dinner tonight?” It slips out before Shouto can even think.

A beat passes, and Shouto licks his lips in anticipation.

“I would really like that, Shouto,” you chuckle into the phone. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Of course. See you tonight,” Shouto smiles, taking the phone away from his ear and pressing the red button on his screen. He stands in front of your door for a moment, gazing at your contact picture. God, you were so cute. How he had managed to score you, he had no clue.

He’d been in his room when he called you, but walked over to your floor and dorm room as the conversation ensued. Just as you had said, when his hand touches the door handle, it gives way and he steps into your room.

Closing the door behind him, he breathes in and closes his eyes, savoring the sweet and clean smell of you that lingered on your belongings. After a moment, he walks over to your desk, his textbook in sight, but buried underneath an open notebook with your messy notes scrawled across half the page. Your laptop rests to the left of the notebook, open and upright, but the screen is black and the charger light is green, indicating the battery is full.

Shouto’s fingers automatically reach for the cord, unplugging the charger as it was best to do so for your laptop’s battery in the long run.The screen automatically lights up, a black browser popping up and displaying a video.Shouto tries to avert his eyes before he could read the screen, but he had already read the video title the instant it popped up.His face instantly bursts into a cherry-red blush, and he chokes as his throat suddenly dries, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth in shock.

You Want Me to Call You Baby Girl? Beg for Daddy, Maybe I’ll Be Nice.

Shouto’s wide eyes scan the title again, and then a third, and a fourth time to make sure he had read it correctly. You had left your door unlocked, your laptop open, and a porn website out on display?

Had you… meant for him to see this?

He shakes his head in disbelief. There was no way that his innocent and sweet girlfriend had planned this out… which meant that you would probably be mortified if you knew he had found this.

Shouto stands frozen at your desk, unsure of what to do. The two of you were no strangers to sex. You had been dating for almost seven months now, and you had been intimate together a handful of times.

But never like this… Daddy? Baby girl? Begging?

Shouto’s mind suddenly wanders somewhere very indecent, and he gulps as he shakes his head. Sure, everybody has fantasies and turn-ons… this wasn’t that far-fetched.

But that’s why he is so torn. He could leave now and pretend he had never seen this… or he could sit down and watch this video, and do to you whatever this video entailed.

Unable to make up his mind, he hastily sits in your desk chair, swiveling the back around and scooting in to sit properly in front of the laptop. This was dangerous territory.

Well… watching the video couldn’t possibly hurt, could it?

Biting his lip, his long fingers reach toward the trackpad. His fingertips hover over the key hesitantly, before he shoots up abruptly from the chair and delves his fingers in his two-tone hair.

Pacing now, he lunges across the room and bolts the door. Walking in a circle, his arms cross on top of his broad chest. Why was he second guessing himself? He had been so sure just a second ago… That’s right, he had made up his mind!

Shouto rushes over to the chair again, eagerly hopping into it. Before he could question himself again, he grabs the headphones plugged into your computer and presses play, his heart thumping against his rib cage. His knee bouncing, palms clammy, the video begins to play.

The screen remains black, but shuffling is heard through the headphones. Suddenly, a sultry male voice speaks.

“Hmmm, you’re back for more so soon, kitten?”

A fresh blush immediately bloomed on his cheeks, his adam’s apple bobbing. Hands quivering, he remains still, questioning if he should be here or not. Before he can think further, the voice starts again.

“You know it’s very naughty of you to beg for me like this, baby.” A sweaty hand lands on Shouto’s knee, his lips wavering uneasily as his fingers grab on, knuckles turning white. The voice chuckles darkly, purring almost. “What’s that, you need me to touch you? Hmm, like this? Do you like when I touch your tits like this baby girl? You’re such a naughty little thing, not wearing a bra like this. Mmm, I can’t help but touch your aching body, princess.”

Shouto sits back roughly, cheeks still bright red as he processes the man’s words. Is this… what turned you on? Could this be… what you touched yourself to? Did you… did you close your eyes and think of him when you did? His cock jumps in response, a tent rising in his pants. Fuck, this was hot.

“Did you miss me baby girl? Did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone? You know that’s against the rules.” Shouto’s mouth feels as dry as a desert, a shaky breath tumbling out of his parted lips. Holy shit, the image of you touching yourself to this makes him sweat. Would you be willing to call him that? Daddy?

“Oh baby, look at you. What a mess you’re making on our sheets… You’re dripping wet, mmmm, look at your slick, tight, little pussy.” Shouto’s eyelids fall as he imagines your hot, sweet cunt, remembering the taste of you and the way you whimper as his tongue disappears into your heat. His hand trembles, hesitantly jerking toward the tent in his pants.

“Fucking shit,” he groans, hunching over the desk as his hand rests gently on his bulge, fingertips brushing back and forth gently.

Is this how you wanted him to talk to you? You wanted him to talk dirty to you and call you these sweet names?

The voice purrs lowly, a sigh escaping the man. “You want my fingers in you baby girl? You want me to fuck you with my fingers huh? Tell me what you want, baby. Be a good girl and beg for me.”

Shouto gasps as his body shudders. Jesus, this was some kinky stuff. But… he liked it. Very much, apparently, according to his prominent erection.

“That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

A smirk crosses his lips as he could definitely imagine you acting like a little brat underneath him, just to irk him. You loved to push his buttons all the time, even when you weren’t fucking.

“What was that kitten? I didn’t hear you. What’s my name again?”

His eyes closed, a quiet moan falling from his lips. He could just picture you in front of him, gazing up at him with those wide and innocent eyes… calling him Daddy. Imagining that word rolling off your sweet tongue jerks him out of the chair, pausing the video.

A harsh sigh heaves from his chest, hands splayed on the desk as he pants, hunched over your laptop. Watching this video, invading your privacy… it made him feel grimy, but the feeling in his pants was just as intense.

He stands still for a moment, processing all of this, before he rewinds the video back to the beginning and plugs your laptop charger back in. After making the computer go back to sleep, he pushes himself off the desk, making sure to grab the textbook he came for. With a last glance at your laptop, he exits your room, book strategically placed on his abdomen, hurriedly returning to his room to conduct further research and take care of his… issue at hand.

~~~

You blow away the stray hair tickling your nose, diligently holding the iron away from your face. The fresh curl falls as you release the clasp, and you smear away a mascara smudge under your eyebrow, leaning into the mirror. Blinking at your reflection, you let out a shaky breath.

You unplug the curling iron, your other hand running through the curls to smoothen the neat spirals. Fixing your top, you turn away from the vanity, standing up.

Swinging your small purse off the back of the chair, you grab your jacket and shrug it on.

A knock on your door grabs your attention, and an eager smile immediately blossoms on your lips. You quickly drag your perfume rollerball across your wrists and dab it along your neck, tucking the vial into your purse and opening the door.

Your boyfriend stands in the doorway, thumb tucked in the pocket of his jeans, the other hand fixing his hair. The sherpa-lined denim jacket laid perfectly against his broad shoulders, gray t-shirt snug against his muscular chest, finishing off with black jeans tucked into his dark brown chelsea boots. His hand falls from his hair to snake around your waist, gathering you to his chest. You gladly let him scoop you up, arms coming to wrap around his neck.

“Shouto,” you mumble into his neck, breathing in his strong and fresh cologne. “You look so handsome tonight.”

He pulls back his head so your eyes lock. Something unrecognized stirs within the depths of his heterochromatic gaze. His other hand floats underneath your face, thumb and forefinger catching your chin to lock you into his stare. You’re suddenly very aware of the hand that presses into your lower back, his long fingers trailing across your jacket slightly.

He responds, voice whisper-soft. “And you look absolutely delectable, baby girl.”

He allows one second to savor your stunned expression as you process the new pet name that he had addressed you by before he guides your lips to his, capturing your mouth tenderly.

Your whimper lodges from your throat as Shouto’s lips press against yours, your hand pressing the nape of his neck towards you to deepen the kiss.

His hand drops from your chin, face pulling away from yours. His half-lidded eyes admire your flushed cheeks, and the desperate look that lurks below the surface of your expression, a smirk landing on his lips. He gently pries your hands away from his neck, kissing your cheek swiftly as he laces his fingers with yours.

“Hungry?”

Oh, so he was just going to skate on by it, like it was no big deal. You clear your throat tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and nodding quickly. “S-starving.”

“Let’s go then, baby girl, the ramen place closes in an hour,” he says nonchalantly, eyes regarding you as he watches blush blossom across your cheeks. This could be fun.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, and he exhales softly through his nose at the action, concealing a groan. He tugs on your hand, steering you toward the elevators and toward your awaiting meal.

~~~

“Y/N?”

Flustered, you look up at your boyfriend, who is watching you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, embarrassed to have been caught in your own thoughts.

A warm smile splits Shouto’s lips, a short laugh escaping. His eyes catch yours, genuine zeal clearly identifiable. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can look up what’s in theaters now. Or maybe we could get bingsu? My treat, baby girl. I know you love the mango one, from that place on the corner.”

“S-Shouto,” you murmur, eyes falling to rest on the cleared table in front of you. Your fingers pick at the corner of the discarded napkin nervously.

Shouto reaches out, his hand folding around yours, effectively making you look at him. “What is it baby girl? You wanna go home?”

Your legs clench together underneath the table, the building heat between your legs burning insatiably. He’d been calling you “baby girl” all night and you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You swallow, eyes averting from his to look at the hem of his t-shirt. “Y-Yes please, I don’t feel very well,” you answer honestly. You definitely wanted to get back to the dorms.

Shouto nods earnestly, getting up out of his seat and helping you out of your own. His left hand lands on your back, slipping underneath your jacket and making the warmth of his quirk known through your thin shirt. “No problem, Y/N, let's get you home.”

He calls an Uber back to the dorms even though you had originally walked, the restaurant being about a 25 minute stroll from the UA campus. He opens the car door for you and slides in after you, hands reaching out to click your seatbelt into place before securing his own. You blush again, murmuring a “thank you”, and grab his hand eagerly. Shouto smiles smally in return, his other palm smoothing over your joined hands.

As you step through the doors to the dorms, a burst of nerves blooms deep in your stomach. Shouto’s hot hand was again on your back, gently guiding you to your door.

Your head feeling light, your hand searches frantically for your keys in the depths of your purse. You had locked your room this time thanks to Shouto’s earlier admonishment.

Shouto’s lips press gently to your temple, making you jump in surprise. The corners of his mouth twitch upward at your reaction. ”Are you okay baby girl?” he breathes into your ear.

Your pussy quivers at his voice so close, his fingers spreading downward from your waist. His breath fans over your neck as your shaky fingers finally reach your keys. Your wrist trembles as you push the key into the door, and Shouto reaches over to turn the handle, pushing it open and slightly nudging you into the dark room.

The door shut behind you and the click of the lock is heard audibly in the silent room. A crack in your blinds casts a thick beam of moonlight onto the floor, illuminating your otherwise pitch black room.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as Shouto’s hands find your figure again, fingertips floating across your waist. His biceps caging you into his embrace, he presses a short kiss to your throat. “You don’t feel so good, baby girl?” His lips part and he places them against the column of your neck again, this time leaving behind a slick patch from his eager tongue.

You shake your head weakly, knowing your voice would come out broken and wavering. You feel his hands traveling around your waist, his hips brushing against your ass just barely.

“Anything I can do to help you, baby girl?” His voice is so low, and it drips with something almost ominous, swallowing up your senses. His teeth ghost over your throat, triggering a soft gasp from you. His mouth breaks into a sinister smile at your reaction.

“Y-Yes, I need your hands… on me,” you whimper, hand reaching up to anchor yourself on his bicep.

Shouto exhales against your skin, cock jerking in his jeans at your reply. His hands move slowly from your waist down your hips, fingers curling around your inner thighs, sliding up past the hem of your skirt. “Where do you want my hands, baby girl?”

Your legs tremble, and you curve your back into his chest, ass pushing against his crotch. A fresh blush litters your cheeks at the recognition of his clothed erection.

“You gotta tell me what you want, baby girl,” he murmurs huskily into your ear, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. They were so painfully close to your panties, a ragged breath escapes you.

Your mouth parts to reply but your words fail you, your body only being able to focus on breathing as steadily as possible. Oh god, you were so turned on right now.

His fingers brush against the edge of your panties, and your legs clamp together desperately. “Here? You want my hands on you right here? Use your words, kitten.”

A reticent moan leaves you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. “P-please, Shou…”

An ardent grin raises the corners of his mouth, and for the first time tonight his breath shakes as he replies. “That’s very rude of you, baby girl, to address me incorrectly.”

Your body freezes, anxiety enveloping you in an icy grip. You absolutely knew what he meant, without a shed of a doubt. Eyes wide, you rip out of his grasp, turning to look at him.

Your eyes meet and a hesitant look penetrates his intense gaze.

“You—,” you choke out, eyes darting to the open laptop on your desk. Shouto’s eyes follow yours, and a guilty expression instantly graces his handsome face. His hands out in front of him, blush reddening his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Shouto whispers, “Please let me explain. I didn’t mean to see it, but I accidentally woke up your laptop when I was grabbing my textbook and I tried not to see it but…”

You feel absolutely mortified, eyes wide and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You cannot believe you were so stupid to have left your laptop open and on the Incognito browser! “Oh my god,” you sniffle, pure shame encompassing you.

Shouto closes the distance between you two, arms bringing your figure into his embrace. “Y/N, I'm so sorry. Please don’t be embarrassed, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” One hand runs through your hair repeatedly, while the other presses you tightly into his chest.

You stay silent, words once again failing you. What if he was just doing this because you thought it was hot? What if he was making himself do this, even if he thought it was freaky? You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, hugging him back.

After a moment he draws your head back so your eyes lock, and that dubious emotion once again is visible deep in his two-toned stare. “I know I shouldn’t have pressed play,” he admits, tongue slipping out to run across his lips swiftly. His eyes flick to your own lips momentarily before looking deep into your eyes once again. “But the thought of you being into this,” he groans, eyelids dropping half way and fingers clutching your hair intensely,” The thought of you touching yourself to that… Just the possibility of you imagining it was me saying those nasty things to you… God, I couldn’t help myself, baby girl. You have got me so damn infatuated with you.”

His sultry eyes bore into your wide ones, melting away all your fear and hesitance. You want to say something, anything, but your lips are just paralyzed in shock. He was into this? Your cool and composed boyfriend wanted the same dirty things you did? Your pussy throbs between your legs, desire intensifying like he had poured gasoline onto the fire.

“You can say no, baby girl. Don’t be afraid to, there will be no consequences and no hard feelings on my part. I know this is a lot to ask of you,” he breathes, his magnetic gaze buttering you up. His hand stretches around your head, middle finger pushing against your jaw and thumb brushing your cheek. “But if you want to continue, I would happily oblige. All you have to do is—“

Your hands move before you can think, lacing around the back of his neck and gathering his lips to yours. The kiss is passionate but short, catching him by surprise. The fact that he is just as considerate as ever, even in this mortifying yet exhilarating situation… it turns you on even more. This man is all yours, you are all his, and you damn straight intend to show him.

You pull back, admiring the startled expression on his features. A soft, wanton moan escapes you, your eyes falling to his lips before sneaking back up to his eyes, catching his dazed stare through your thick eyelashes. “Please continue, Daddy.”

Shouto’s dick strains against his briefs, angrily awakened by your enthusiasm. A strangled noise releases from his throat, his fingers automatically gripping you harder. His eyes wide in astonishment, he blinks at you once, twice, before his entire demeanor reverts back to his predatory behavior from earlier.

“Fuck,” he groans, smashing your lips against his. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips and thrusting into your mouth. Tongue rolling over yours, his hands roughly touch your aching body. His hands fumble to tear away your jacket, your purse making a loud noise as the metal chain on the strap hits the ground.

His right hand cups your breast, squeezing diligently as his thumb rolls over the center of your bra, right over your nipple. His other hand grabs your ass cheek, gathering you closer to his body as his tongue dances with yours.

Your hands feverishly run along his body. Fist full of his hair, your other hand desperately running along his muscular shoulder, thumb dipping down to press into his collarbone.

Your mouths pull away, a string of saliva connecting your restless tongues as you both gasp for air. Your gaze meets his as you both try to catch your breath, desire clear as day in his eyes.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles on ragged breath, the fingers from the hand on your ass straining toward your panties. They successfully push them aside, the tips of his middle and ring fingers connecting with your slick hole.

Your body shakes uncontrollably at his caress, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you throw your head back.

Shouto pushes your body backwards, scooping you up and throwing you onto the bed. Your back hits the comforter and he’s instantly on top of you, fingers sliding back and forth easily along your slit.

“You’re wet as fuck baby girl,” he accuses, fingertips prodding your hole just barely enough to get a reaction from you. “Have you been this wet all night? Pressing your legs together underneath the dinner table and in the Uber? Hmmm, you like when I call you baby girl, don’t you?”

Your leg curls around his, trembling in anticipation. “Yes, Daddy, I love it so much,” your voice is hoarse from being breathless, and Shouto’s cock swells at your tone.

“You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” he whispers into your neck, pausing to place more hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thumping pulse. “I think you deserve a reward for being so cooperative, baby girl.” His fingers push into your tender core, neatly trimmed fingernails rubbing along the pulsating, velvety walls.

You’re positively quaking underneath him, loud and unabashed moans meeting his quiet pants. His fingers feel so good inside of you, the way he curls them upward slightly to massage that special spot he always manages to find. “Oh, Daddy,” you whine, legs opening wider to give him more access.

“God, look at you,” he taunts, voracious eyes gauging your desperate body thrashing under his. “You’re such a nasty girl, you love when I touch you like this, don’t you?”

It’s impossible to breathe, so you just nod pathetically, your nails cutting little crescent indents into the skin on the bicep he’s propping himself up with. The nod seems like just enough to satisfy him as he smirks, tongue forcing itself into your mouth again and dominating yours.

His fingers slide deeper inside of you with ease, and he curves his fingers rigidly, assaulting your pussy without mercy. “Christ, look at you. You’re making such a mess baby girl.”

Your hand grips the duvet, fingers frantically clenching the material. Your spine arches off the mattress, breasts pressing up against his chest. “Please, Daddy, I need more! Please!” you beg, your mind hazed with lust.

Shouto sighs ruggedly, his hair tickling the side of your face as his body rocks gently to the force of his fingers in your tight cunt. He leaves a short kiss on your cheek before his teeth pinch the tip of your ear, his hot breath hitting your cartilage. “I love when you beg for me, baby girl. How can I resist when you ask so kindly?”

His mouth leaves your ear, body slithering south so his face is in front of your sleek, hot pussy. His fingers leave your core, and the noise of discontent that leaves you is cut short immediately as his tongue thrusts into you. His tongue pushes in and out of you quickly, the fingers that were in you a moment ago rubbing your clit with fervor.

Your hand slaps over your mouth as you let out a stifled cry, eyes scrunching closed at the feeling Shouto was giving you. No matter how good he was making you feel, you would die of embarrassment if your classmates heard you in such a state.

“Baby girl,” Shouto pants as his mouth comes away from your cunt, his chin shining with your slick. His fingers plunge back into you, making it hard for you to look at him straight. “Do you like it when I eat you out? You like my tongue on your pussy, baby girl?” he asks, eyes glittering mischievously. His tongue wraps around your clit, pulling it into his mouth and ravishing the nerve in circles.

Your back flies off the bed once again, a hand clutching his hair for dear life. You take your hand off your mouth for a moment to reply, but your voice dies in your throat as his fingers ram into you harshly. A muffled squeal escapes you, and a dark chuckle replies from the man between your legs.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your voice unsteady. The pressure building between your legs becoming undeniable, your thighs shake slightly around Shouto’s head.

Shouto’s tongue leaves your clit, lips kissing the bundle of nerves gently. “You wanna cum, baby girl? So soon? You must be desperate, huh?”

“Oh god, Daddy,” you whine, glancing down to catch his intense gaze. “You make me feel so good, I can’t help it. Please, please let me cum.”

He smirks against your hot cunt, fingers never tiring. “You’re such a good girl, I don’t even have to tell you to beg,” he sighs, eyes closing as he savors your taste. “God, you’re so sweet and wet. Now be a good girl and cum all over my face.”

His mouth sucks your clit back in, tongue smoothing over the nerve back and forth with renewed speed. His wrist finds a new angle, allowing his fingertips to assault your cunt even deeper than before.

Your body sweats feverishly against his hot embrace, and you cry out in surprise when his right hand slips under your shirt and then under your bra. The icy temperature awakens goosebumps on your skin and your nipple hardens quickly, rolling the pert bud between his thumb and forefinger. The novel sensation pushes your body over the edge, your cunt clamping down on his fingers harshly. Your hand claps over your mouth just in time as you let out a scream, your orgasm raking through your body. Your hips dig into the mattress, your pussy clenching and throbbing and leaking your cum all over Shouto’s fingers and his mouth.

Shouto’s fingers slow, but his tongue continues to lick eagerly at your clit, lapping up the fresh essence that leaks out of your slit. His fingertips brush over your sweet spot a few more times before he takes his fingers out of your hole, his tongue taking their place and tracing circles inside of you. He trails his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, circling the tip around your clit one last time before he pulls away, kissing your thighs with his slick lips.

Your body shivers as the tide of ecstasy recedes, eyes opening to see Shouto looking down at you intensely, his fingers in his mouth as he sucks your cum off his digits. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N,” his lips touch yours tenderly, almost softly. His fingers curl around the back of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue shyly licks your bottom lip, and your mouth gladly grants him entrance. Your taste lingers on his tongue, but it’s pleasant as his own tongue caresses yours gently. Your fingers curl under his jacket, pulling on the trim with pleading hands. Shouto’s hands leave you for a moment as he rips it off, flinging it onto the floor. He also yanks his t-shirt over his head, discarding it as he had the jacket. Your hands eagerly land on his broad, muscular chest, savoring his delicious build. Your lips meet his again and your tongue meekly pushes into his mouth, taking him by surprise. He moans into your lips, allowing your tongue to push his into moving in sync.

Shouto shuffles backwards so he sits between your legs, his hands gripping your waist and the back of your neck again, pulling you to sit upright with him as your lips continue to push against each other.

His hand grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it up swiftly. Your lips break away from his for just a second as your shirt leaves you, but as soon your torso is exposed his hot lips are back on yours. This time, he takes the lead, easily dominating you as he shoves his tongue roughly between your lips. You gasp, only making his quest easier than before as you allow him further access. His hands clutch onto your waist, pulling your hips toward his. Your mouths part, shared shaky breath leaving the both of you. You watch as his eyes open slowly, gaze trained on your face before trailing down, regarding your uncovered chest and the lacy bralette.

“This,” he mumbles as his lips touch yours again, on hand settling on your hip while the other pinches at the clasp of the bralette,” has got to go.” The lacy material sags as the clasp opens, and his calloused fingers brush away the straps on your shoulders. He sweeps the discarded material off the edge of the bed, focus directing to your bare chest instead. His hand cups one of your breasts softly, lips gliding against yours as he groans. “Why are you so fucking irresistible?” He ducks his head so his mouth captures your nipple gracefully, licking and skimming his teeth along it teasingly.

You arch into his touch, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Your hands grab onto his skin as a destitute mewl floats out from your lips. “Shou,” you huff, wanting to catch his determined gaze once more.

His eyes cast upward toward yours impishly, a smile curling his lips as they hold onto your pert nipple. His tongue runs over the hard bud between his teeth, making you cry out softly. “What did you call me, baby girl?” His hand claps swiftly against your ass cheek, your body jolting against his as you let out a shaky moan.

“I, I’m sorry Daddy,” you whisper, your body dismayed as he releases your breast, head returning to your eye level. His gaze analyzes yours, watching your expression perceptively. You had responded positively to the spank. “Can I…”

“What was that, baby girl? Spit it out,” he commands, his other hand clashing against your other cheek, which jiggles invitingly, advertising the fresh red mark he had just inflicted.

“Can I p-please suck your cock, Daddy?” you finally manage to choke out, an intense blush infiltrating your cheeks. Shouto’s eyebrows raise slightly in surprise at your request, but a smirk quickly rises to his lips.

“You wanna suck my dick, baby?” his lips brush underneath your jaw as he leans in, sucking the skin there harshly and lapping over it with his tongue afterwards. “God, you’re such a fucking slut for me.” His fingers graze your soft folds again, making you buck your hips against him clumsily. He gazes at his digits, watching the trail of arousal string out as he stretches his fingers apart. “You really are my good baby girl,” he remarks, eyes landing back on your pleading expression. “Alright, go ahead. Show me what your sweet little mouth can do.”

Your hips shuffle forward, placing yourself on his lap as your hands splay down his muscular back. He hums mirthfully as you trace your hands down his torso, your lips finding solace on his trapezius. You roll your hips against his slowly, savoring how his hips jut up against yours and the way his head falls back at the action.

Eagerly, you shuffle to the edge of the bed, Shouto’s body following you on his own accord. Your head tucks down, yout tongue tracing a trail down his pec and swooping around his nipple slightly. A forced cough erupts from the back of his throat at the action, his skin more sensitive than he likes to admit. His hand combs through your hair, grabbing onto it as you place more kisses down his abs, stopping at the top of his jeans. You get off of him, sliding off the bed gracefully as your knees hit the floor in one languid action.

Shouto stands, hands undoing the button on his jeans hurriedly and he pushes the denim down his thighs halfway. His hot gaze lingers on you as you tentatively move forward, lips meeting his clothed cock in an innocent kiss, eyes glancing up to capture his. A hot blush rushes across his cheeks, and he’s glad you look away, focusing your attention back to his dick. Your hand meets the prominent outline of his cock, rubbing your fingertips along the shaft as you place an open-mouthed kiss on the head, effectively wetting his briefs. He swallows thickly, watching as you shyly tug the elastic band over his hips.

His cock springs free, bouncing out to touch your cheek impatiently. You smile at the sight of his dick so ready for you. His member stands thick and long, totally upright with veins popping out and running the length of his dick, the head swollen and red with just a drop of precum sitting pearled and ready. Restlessly, you wrap your hand around his cock, lips parting and tongue dragging along the tip of him, savoring the salty, musty taste.

Shouto has a wicked grin on his lips as he watches you from above, enjoying the sensation of his cock finally being acknowledged. “Oh, baby girl, you know I don’t like to be teased. Why don—”

You cut him off, mouth opening and taking in half his dick, tongue swirling on the underside carefully. Shouto’s smirk effectively is wiped off his face as you moan, the vibration locking his legs up as he shakes slightly, shocked at your sudden actions. Quickly while you have the upper hand, you bob backwards and then toward his body again, even more of his hard cock disappearing into your hot, wet mouth. He gasps for breath, mouth open and eyes wide as he watches his dick penetrate your lips. Your sinful tongue snaking around his shaft, a quiet “fuck” slips out of him as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. You moan at his sheer size, the action constricting your throat around him and his hips jolt into you. His cock slams even deeper into your throat and you repress the urge to throw up, gagging harshly and eyes watering as his gaze locks with yours. You lean back and gasp for air, coughing shakily.

Shouto bends down, hand moving your hair to the side as his expression shifts toward concern. “Are you okay baby girl? Sorry, that was a little rough for you,” he mumbles regretfully, hand rubbing your back.

You look back up at him and his breath stills as your gaze catches his. “Oh, Daddy, I love choking on your cock,” you admit, ignoring the tears stinging the corners of your vision. Your hand grabs his slick cock once again, taking him into your mouth and starting to bob on his length at a fast pace.

Shouto’s hand flies up to cover his mouth, his brow scrunched in a mix of pleasure and awe, watching your eager actions lustfully. Holy shit, you were so fucking hot to him.

You continue to nod along on his length, savoring the way his eyes flutter as his tip reaches the back of your throat each time. His hand clutches your hair tightly, moving along complacently as you set the pace. Your other hand floats up to fondle his balls, massaging them in your palm gently as your other hand digs your nails into his thigh.

Your mouth leaves his cock with a quiet pop, a thick string of saliva trailing between your parted lips and the head of his dick. You only mean to take a quick break to gasp for breath before you continue, but Shouto has other plans.

He pounces on you, rough hands cupping your ass and throwing you up into his arms so your center slaps against his abs. Your breath is ragged, chest shaking with sheer excitement. Shouto seems just as frantic, his wet, hard dick caressing your ass cheek as he places your back against the comforter, your head gently touching the pillow. He’s panting, warm breath rolling over your cheek as his two-toned eyes pierce your own. His body hovers over yours, long locks of red and white grazing your face. Your body jumps slightly at the feeling of his tip meeting your slick entrance, rubbing between your folds gently.

Your stomach momentarily stops roiling with anticipation as butterflies suddenly appear there instead, Shouto nudging his nose softly against yours. “You ready?” he whispers, cerulean and gray orbs peering deep into your eyes, searching, probing, for even the slightest wisp of doubt.

Your hand lifts and cups his jaw, pressing your lips to his sweetly for a moment. An unspoken thankfulness for his considerate gesture transferring from you to him. Your eyes open again, all tenderness gone. “I’ve been ready for you all night, Daddy.”

A wicked grin splits his lips, eyes glinting down at you as his hips rut forward, shoving his entire length into you in one powerful thrust. A mix between a wheeze and a shout of pleasure releases from you. The sensation of your pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock, the feeling of him pushing your cervix aside to nestle deeply inside of you, caressing your most secret and hidden spot— it makes your eyes roll back and your lips fall open, even though no noise escapes.

Shouto is still as a statue above you, expression almost pained as he tries not to even breathe. You had never been this reactive to him before, your drenched pussy gripping his cock so tightly stars briefly danced underneath his eyelids. And yet, even with how tightly your core held him, it had been so gloriously easy to just slide his dick right into your awaiting trove, your essence leaking out from your hole to dampen the sheets.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you lament, your body shaking in bliss at his cock filling you so perfectly. Your whine seems to snap Shouto out of whatever cosmic trance he was in, his hips automatically pulling away only to snap back into you, a wet smack bouncing off the walls. “Shit,” he murmurs, repeating the action. His eyes jump from your pussy swallowing up his dick, to your face of pure bliss. Your jaw falling wide open, your eyelids clamped shut tightly, eyebrows drawn upwards in the middle of your forehead as you obediently take his cock. “You’re so fucking tight baby girl,” he groans, glancing down again to watch his dick sink into your scorching, slippery core.

It’s so hard for you to find your breath. Every time Shouto’s hips hit yours you forget everything else, including how to breathe it seems. You close your mouth, teeth pinching your bottom lip and eyes prying open to catch his sizzling gaze. He stares you down, your exchange intense as he dominates you, plunging his thick cock into you again. The feeling makes your eyes flutter, a fresh blush lacing your cheeks as you look at him.

Shouto’s lips are in a self-assured smirk, eyebrows scrunched as he leans down onto you, carelessly rubbing his tip into your g-spot. Your pussy throbs and you fight back a sob of pleasure, your eyes still wet from choking on his dick minutes before. “Daddy,” you wail as he positions himself closer to you, arm curling tenderly around your waist to arch your back, pushing your hard nipples up against his strong chest. His hips dig into yours, grinding the head of his dick against your spot. Both your body and your walls shiver at the action, fingers curling into the covers hysterically.

“What do you want, baby girl?” he whispers, voice low and more gravely than you had imagined possible.

You lick your lips urgently, throwing a short look to his dick retreating from your aching slit before catching his sinful gaze again. “Please Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” your hair fanned around your pretty face, your cheeks bright red, desperation filling your wide eyes. Your needy look makes Shouto groan, his heart slamming against his rib cage. God, it was so hard for him to not give in… but he really wanted to hear you beg.

His hips glide into yours slowly, pulling out and pushing back in at a measured, hesitant tempo. Even just these careful thrusts has you covering your mouth, head tossed back in ecstasy. His hips carefully rake against yours a few more times before he leans in close. His lips ghosting over the hammering pulse in your throat. “Like this, baby girl?” His body trembles as he restrains himself, strung out like a ticking bomb as he continues his calculated ministrations.

You grab the back of his neck, lacing your fingers in the short hair and pulling harshly. He lets out a small moan, hips stuttering as he almost strays from his plan.

You wiggle your hips flush against his, opening your legs wider and securing them around his waist. “Daddy, I love your dick so much,” you whisper onto his neck, feeling his hands tremor just a bit before you smile against his skin. “Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

Shouto sighs, pulling almost all the way out before shoving his whole cock back into you. Your eyes roll backwards in your skull and before you can even cry out, he does it again… and again, and again. His pace is so fast and hard you can’t keep up. His hips snapping harshly against yours, he fucks you like his life depends on it. His hand is turning the flesh on your waist white as he slams your hips onto his, strangled gasps falling out of his mouth. Your lips fall apart but you can’t muster any words, hell, you can’t even produce a single thought. “Fuck yes, Y/N,” he hisses, balls deep in your dripping core. “Your cunt is so wet for Daddy— you love being fucked like this, don't you, baby girl?”

All you can do is nod weakly, overwhelmed by the pressure building between your legs. You whimper, nails digging into Shouto’s prominent back muscles as your toes curl in bliss. He laughs crudely at your frazzled state, sounding more like a snarl as he continues the delicious onslaught on your g-spot.

“What was that, baby girl?” he teases short-windedly, your cunt trembling around his thick member. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

You try your best to clear your throat, but only a dissolute sob comes out. Shouto’s hand grabs your chin sharply, and your eyes fly open as his rapid pants fan your cheek. You summon some unknown force within you and push the words— any words you can think of— out of your mouth. “Your h-huge dick makes me — nnngh!— m-makes my slutty cunt feel so fucking good Daddy!” you cry, celebrating in the way your testimony summons a hot pink flush to your boyfriend’s cheeks. He continues to pound into you, his efforts revitalized. The reaction only eggs you on as your lips part on their own again. Your eyes wide as this unknown, brazen side of you surfaces,” I want you to fuck me so hard, please abuse my pussy Daddy, it’s all yours.”

Shouto’s eyes roll back at your plea, and he wonders for a split second why you’d never shown him this side of you before. He absolutely loves it. He pulls out of you for a moment and you wail at the loss of his hot, thick length. Just as fast as he left, he’s flipping you over, grabbing your hips, and raising them into the air. You barely even realize you’re on your knees before you register his cock crashing harshly into your tender core, a scream ripping through you and luckily being swallowed into your pillow. A loud clap! sounds and your ass stings, making you arch into his chilled palm. “Oh, baby girl. You’re such a fucking slut for me,” he chuckles darkly, watching your ass bounce against his pelvis and savoring the fresh pink mark. Goddamn, he never knew hitting you like this would turn him on. One of his hands reaches out and grabs your ankle, shifting the angle of your hips slightly and rocking your body back to meet his with every thrust. The other hand squishes your ass cheek, hot fingers digging into your supple skin.

“Fuck,” you huff, face retreating from the pillow to finally gasp a breath of fresh air in. “Holy fuck!” you exclaim as Shouto continues to drill his dick into you. The sheer force of him pushing so deeply into you makes a tear roll down your cheek. You’d never been fucked so good in your life. And you never imagined that Shouto would be the one to dominate you like this either-- the boy was usually so collected and calm. A sharp crack! yanks you out of your thoughts, a delectable tingling sensation spreading over your ass. Your head falls back to look at your boyfriend, who is ready to catch your gaze with a pointed, seductive look.

“You like when I treat you like this, baby girl?” he slams you onto his abs, making a startled shriek float out from you. He simpers at your reaction, hand leaving your ankle to wrap around your torso, encasing your breast while his icy thumb rubs your nipple gently.

You can’t help but curve into him, shoving your cunt harder onto his waiting cock. A short grunt slithers out of him, and his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive bud forcefully. “Mmmph-- I love it so much,” you gasp, one hand shakily reaching toward your throbbing clit.

Shouto’s eyes follow the movement, and he gulps as you touch yourself, the new stimulation making your pussy instantly squeeze around him tightly. His gaze sharpens with vehemence as your cunt grasps him needily, fluttering distinctly around his dick. Your soft whimpers are muffled into the duvet as you rub your slick clit repeatedly, the tension burning between your legs building rapidly with such provocation. “Baby girl, are you close?” he whispers hoarsely, fingertips turning white as he brashly clutches you soft skin.

You nod wildly, not caring if your makeup smudges against the sheets. “I, oh god Shou, I’m so close,” you warn, pussy clamping onto him forcefully.

An anguished sob rips from your throat as Shouto pulls his cock out, leaving your cunt aching and empty. With tears springing into your eyes, you look back at him, dejection prominent in your gaze. But all he greets you with is a gentle smile, hands trailing off of you to feather his fingertips against the skin of your waist. “On your back, baby girl. I want you to look at me when you cum all over my cock,” he tantalizes, and you instantly roll over, legs stretched far apart. He snickers lightly, eyes scouring down your flushed body, lingering on your glistening, trembling core. He scoots forward, pushing your back against the headboard, tucking a pillow behind you thoughtfully. “Give Daddy a kiss, baby girl,” he murmurs, and your plush lips greet his own right away. He hums, savoring the feeling of your hot tongue rolling against his. The way you follow his orders with such enthusiasm sends fresh blood to his cock, which twitches irritably against your wet cunt.

You whine impatiently as his dick slides against your slit, his tongue driving yours into submission. Your heart hammers against your ribs in anticipation as his arms tuck underneath your knees, folding your legs against your stomach and then pushing them open so his body fits between them perfectly. His tips presses against your quivering entrance, and the hand around his cock guides himself in slow circles, collecting your arousal before he pushes into you.

He only enters you halfway but your body quakes at the feeling of your walls welcoming him inside once more. His hips shuffle, easing his cock further and further into your sopping cunt with each thrust. His breath is heavy but measured as he finds a rhythm, battling against your clenched heat as he shoves himself inside you. His hands gently grasp the top of your hips, holding you close to himself but doing so almost tenderly. “Did you think about me when you touched yourself to that nasty video baby girl?” he pants, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. His eyes burning with dominance, tongue running ferociously under his teeth.

You gasp for breath, locking eyes with him and nodding wantonly. “Yes, yes I always think of you when I touch myself Daddy,” you attest, head falling atop the pillow as his left hand gropes your breast in response. The renewed frost of his palm causing you to jerk against him, his hips persist the assault on your core. His hot right hand pushes your calf into the air, making you tighten around him as he accesses your deepest point again.

“Is that all, princess?” Your cunt tightens against his thick cock at his prompt. His hips roll divinely against yours, the new movement making his abdomen brush against your clit. Your lip trembles, recognizing the numb feeling sprouting within you that signals your orgasm is near. “Don’t you wanna convince me to let you cum?” he presses on, thumb swiping across your perky nipple and inciting a lustful moan from you. Shouto knows that you’re hurtling toward the edge, but it’s so much fun to see if you’ll be able to control yourself for him.

“I— oh god, Daddy,” you squirm slightly in his hold, your peak dangerously impending.

“Take your time, baby girl,” he smolders, lips hung tightly in a victorious smirk. Watching you melt in his hands, he notices that he’s nearing his own climax… but he pushes the thought of it away now so he can focus on you.

You feel a wave of heat wash through your body, toes curling almost painfully as you press your lips together into a firm line. You glance down to watch Shouto’s cock disappear into your center one more time before you look at his face, catching his eye. “I,” you gulp, sucking in a breath of air before he had the chance to steal it from you. “I can never make myself feel as good as you do, Shouto.” You relish the way his eyelids sink hazily, his teeth capturing his pretty bottom lip. “Y-You make me— nghhh— feel so full when you hit my g-spot, ah!” your hands fly to his shoulders as his own viciously grip your hips, pace and force increased. “Please!” you beg,” Please let me cum Daddy! I— I’ve been so good for you, please!”

He laughs menacingly against the moist skin of your neck, “I suppose you have been a good girl, Y/N.” He can feel your legs quivering as you dangle on the edge, a wave of pride washing over him as he looks at your wrecked state. “Whose— fuck, whose pussy is this?” He leans close to your face, pushing your leg against your body even tighter.

Your voice cracks in desperation, spine curving into a crescent shape as your fingernails scrape his shoulders. “Yours! Oh my god— Yours, Shouto— Daddy! Please!” You were so close, the corners of your vision going blurry.

His hips continue to slap against yours ruthlessly. His curled lips press a chaste kiss to your cheek, nose pressing against your ear as he commands,” Cum for me, baby girl.”

Your legs stiffen around his hips, the rubber band of your orgasm snapping brutally as your pussy clenches onto your boyfriend for dear life. His lips cover yours as you let out a defeated and unfiltered moan, hips crashing against his in ecstasy. He wheezes as your cunt voraciously grips his length, hips stuttering as he lets you ride out your climax. His mouth leaves yours and swoops down, slurping a nipple into his mouth, suckling and twirling his tongue around the peak. Your lungs burn for air as you gasp, lightning tingling from your fingertips to your toes. You brush an overwhelmed tear from your cheek, your mind beginning to fan off the clouds of pleasure.

Shouto lets go of your nipple, returning to pound into you from above. His movements are rough and fast, and they abuse your already aching g-spot even more, making your eyes nearly cross. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, perspiration dripping down the deep grooves of his muscular torso,” You’re such a good baby girl for Daddy, look at you taking my cock so well.” He throws his head back, harsh pants traveling towards the ceiling as he realizes he doesn’t have to hold back his own orgasm any longer. Fuck, was he this close to busting a nut in you the entire time?

You nudge your nose underneath his slacked jaw, making him hang his head again for you to capture his lips. His lips dance against yours clumsily, the tempo of his hips becoming jerky. You can feel his ragged breath on your skin, low moans tumbling out from his mouth as his eyes clench shut. “Daddy,” you whimper, wiggling your hips to push against his further.

Shouto curses under his breath, eyes peeling open into slits to regard your provocative expression. “Y-Yes, baby girl?” he groans, taking in the way your round breasts bounce to the glide of his thrusts.

“Please cum for me,” you plead, your hands running along his solid, sweaty frame. He moans at your request, hips bumping clumsily into yours at his heightened pace. “I want your cum to fill me up, please, Shouto,” you urge, “I need it so bad!” Your cheeks blush once again at your erotic invitation, and Shouto feels himself rip through the finish line as he takes in your bashful, demure expression.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he grumbles, his hips jutting against yours lazily as his cock spurts his hot, thick load into you. Your cunt quivering as you receive his cum, your body thrums, sharing in the ecstasy radiating off of Shouto’s rigid form. He whimpers as he pumps into you a few more times, the last of his cum shooting into your welcoming core before he stills.

Shouto’s slick torso gently sags onto your body, shaky breaths dragging into his lungs as he attempts to recover. His face falling into your neck, he groans as your pussy clenches on his still-hard dick. His palms meet the swell of your breasts, thumbs softly caressing the prominent buds that stand upright for him. His lips glide against the sleek skin of your neck, and you feel his eyelashes tickle your jaw as he places sweet and gentle kisses to your throat.

You barely recognize the fluid dribbling out of your pussy, collecting into a small puddle underneath your ass. It’s just Shouto and you in this moment, the two of you savoring each other’s presence. He stays hovering over you for a minute, body still connected with yours as he gains his sanity. Your eyes are closed, breathing finally evening out.

His lips greet yours playfully, gliding in sync as one of his hands travels to your neck, tipping your head back so he has better access to your mouth. Your lips part with a whine as he takes his cock out of you, feeling empty and sore without his warm fullness inside anymore. His tongue coasts deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours as his fingers slip into the hair at the nape of your neck. He lets your leg slide off his shoulder, placing it down next to his hip with care. He pulls his mouth away from yours, chuckling deeply as his mischievous eyes meet yours.

Your eyebrow quirks up, a small smile gracing your lips too. “What?” you pout, fingers hanging around the back of his neck.

The smile that splits his lips is blinding and so genuine, it stuns you for a moment before you process his words.

“You nasty, baby girl.”

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Drunken Daze |🔞 Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre: smut

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2,7k

Warnings: drinking, adult language, explicit descriptions of sexual acts

Summary: After drinking one too many, you confess to your friend that no man has ever made you cum, and he takes that very personally.

A/N: Yes, this is a repost, because it just makes more sense for it to be a one-shot. Don't kill me. Or do, idc

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“Felix is gonna kill you,” he said in between heartfelt giggles, struggling to sit up straight for a minute until he just gave up and slouched.

“Not if I kill him first,” you retaliated, as menacingly as you could muster in your current drunken state. “He’s probably getting some pussy right now, he doesn’t give a fuck.”

“Wish that was me,” he commented, half-jokingly. You laughed, but you could feel heat pooling in all those places you wished were being touched. “It’s been a long ass time.”

His confession came as a bit of a shock. Sure, he was short as fuck, slightly awkward, and had the weirdest sense of humour that not everyone could handle but, if one could look past those character flaws, your friend Chris was a heck of a catch: cute face but not so handsome it’s intimidating, nice veiny hands, a six-pack and, to top it all off, a nice round booty. Not to mention the dimples when he smiled, his warm brown eyes, the way his voice went up an octave when he was excited, how he curled up in his sleep like a silly little cat and -

“Yeah, same,” you simply replied, unsure of how long it had been since he spoke, your mind racing more than usual - perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that you suddenly became aware that Chris was wearing the perfume you had gifted him for his birthday a while back, something musky and sensual with a hint of sweetness, just like the man himself. “And it’s not like I’ve been having any good action, either.”

“You’re saying your ex never made you come?”

You were glad he couldn’t see your face because you could swear it had turned as red as a fire engine. “N-no,” you stuttered, hyper-aware of your existence all of a sudden. “Nobody has, ok? It’s not that uncommon-”

“It’s a fucking tragedy, is what is it,” Chris protested, sounding like an activist fighting for equal rights. Which, in a way, he kind of was - fight for your right to orgasm, which was actually pretty valid. “Men are a nightmare!”

The way his voice swelled up with passion was funny, you couldn’t deny, plus he sounded genuinely appaled. You simply nodded in agreement, as if he could see it, and looked around for the bottle of rum. However, when you tried to get up to fetch it, your knees immediately gave up on you, much to Chris’s amusement.

“I bet I could make you come,” he said matter-of-factly and you froze in your tracks, unsure if you were hallucinating, checking your glass for some weird powders or something. “It can’t be that hard, those dudes are just idiots.”

You gave up on trying to climb back onto the sofa and just decided to lie down on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Chris’s musings. He was probably just speaking out of his ass, plus you were both pretty intoxicated.

“I bet they didn’t even kiss you properly,” he continued, and you wished he’d shut the fuck up, because his words were genuinely destroying you a little. “Probably didn’t even tell you you’re beautiful and that your hair smells nice.”

“Chris, shut up,” you spat, no longer amused. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

“What do you mean,” he asked earnestly. Standing up felt like quite the workout but you felt you had to do it in order to look him in the eye for once. He looked confused and awfully drunk, as expected, his brown eyes open as wide as physically possible, his lips slightly parted.

“I’ve been trying not to fall for you, you’re making it damn hard,” you confessed with a deep sigh, bottom lip quivering, tears forming in your eyes.

Instead of replying, his eyes lingered on yours for a painful while, before he got up and stumbled his way into the hallway. You wanted to cry, really cry and possibly sob even. Not only because you were horrendously unsure of what had just happened, but mostly because you were supposed to share his double bed with him and that would feel super awkward after your stupid confession, so you’d just have to drag your ass to his roomate Felix’s bed and hope the blonde didn’t randomly show up at 4AM high off his rockers, he was cool and all but you didn’t know each other like that.

“Come to bed, you silly goose,” his voice startled you out of your skin and you nearly screamed.

“Fucking hell, Chris-”

“Are you still drunk,” you raised an eyebrow, finally capable of looking him in the eye for a bit before embarrassment settled in once more.

“I mean, a little, but I want you in my bed,” he shrugged and had the audacity to give you his world-famous puppy eyes. Now you had to do whatever he said. Those sad little stupid eyes could convince you to commit murder, legit. “I prommy I won’t do anything.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Christopher?”

“I meant everything I said, but I wish I had said it in a less cocky, sober-er? More sober? Yeah… way. I guess.”

You had to stop chewing on your Tim Tam to fully process what the fuck was happening in that godforsaken kitchen at ungodly hours of the night. “Listen, let’s just get some sleep and-”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Chris, you’re not thinking straight-”

“F-fuck-” You couldn’t believe how easy you were being and how shitty you’d feel the following day once the hungover had fully run its course and your brain was running optimally once more. “I love you-”

I done fucked up, you thought to yourself when his lips abruptly left yours.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll be forced to say that again.”

Without another word, he took your hand and guided you to his bedroom. You’d been there a thousand times, you’d slept on his bed next to him, you’d spent countless hours playing League of Legends with him in there yet, for some reason, it felt unrecognisable this time. Even though you had sobered up, you somehow still felt horrendously drunk, maybe drunk on him and his stupid sexy perfume - that you blamed yourself for - and his stupid curly hair and his dumbass muscular arms and…

“Say my name, baby,” he cooed, voice gentle but deeper than usual, a hint of darkness in his throat.

“C-Chris. Christopher-”

He chuckled, blushing as if he felt a little embarrassed by his own desire to dirty talk you.

“You’ll be moaning a lot more in a moment.”

The heat taking over your body was nothing short of overwhelming. Despite being uncoordinated and disorderly, his touch felt earth-shattering. The slightest feather-like run of his fingers across your skin was enough to set you ablaze and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol you'd both consumed, the love bursting out of your pores or some odd combination of both, but you could safely affirm that nobody had ever made you feel so full with so little. The way his lips paced down your neck, the way he would occasionally grunt into your skin, the way his hair brushed against your chest as his kisses made their way down… it was too much but not enough at the same time.

"So… hot," he mewled when his lips finally reached your crotch, his fingers gently pushing the garment to the side so he could take a look. "This is all for me." His dark chuckle so close to your core sent you into overdrive and you wanted to beg out loud, but forgot how to put words together when, in just a few seconds, his mouth was unceremoniously slurping you up.

"C-Chris," you whimpered, at least an octave above your regular register and you could feel his amused exhale against your skin.

"Come on, make me work a little harder," he cooed, looking up at you from his comfortable spot in between your legs. "It can't be this easy."

You were unsure whether to laugh, cry, be amused, or offended. So you simply decided to bury your face in his pillow, hoping the lack of air would somehow help calm your loins. You'd dream about this, you'd imagined this very scenario countless times in your head. Anytime you'd slept next to him in that very bed, anytime you'd cozied up with him on his couch watching some ridiculous D-tier shark movie, every time he smiled at you from across the room. That pesky crush on him you'd harboured for years thrown into the backburner, maybe for a later date, or a never date, because there was no way he felt the same. Even now, while he made all your dreams come true, you couldn't help but wonder if you were awake and, if you genuinely were experiencing this, was it just the alcohol, was he just using your feelings for him to get himself off?

No, no, no, you scolded yourself from your own shitty thoughts and tried to focus solely on his tongue and the way it languidly yet precisely moved along your folds until it finally landed exactly where it should. It felt almost like an electric shock and caused a moan to escape from your lips, muffled by the pillow.

"Move that thing," he mumbled as he reached out to pry the pillow from your hands and you were so lightheaded you didn't even attempt to fight him on that. "I wanna hear you, baby."

And the way he said it, the word baby, a pet name you didn't even like. Milk and honey rolled off his tongue, the masterful tongue causing you to whimper gently as your hands desperately searched for something to hold on to. You finally found his hair and your fingers latched on to it. He could sense you falling apart, but he knew there was something missing so he quickly pushed his index, middle and ring fingers inside of you, earning a loud moan you didn't even know could come out of your mouth.

"That's it," he said, voice deeper than usual, vibrating against your pussy. "You sound beautiful."

And with that, he curled his fingers inside, the pads of his digits hitting a spot you'd only felt a couple of times. Your entire body trembled and you had actual tears in your eyes. The sensations were all too staggering, your legs shaking like leaves in the wind, your hands left his hair and you genuinely didn't know what to do with your entire body, wuthering under his touch.

"Chris, I-"

"Hummm," he mumbled, not stopping his ministrations, simply looking up from his comfortable spot.

"I'm going to explode…"

And it did feel like exploding, like your body disassembling and reassembling itself back together with the intensity of a star imploding. Not that you knew what that felt like, but you could swear this was it. He slowed down his movements, probably not wanting to overwhelm you too much, and allowing you to ride out the feeling slowly. Finally, when your body stopped shaking and you could feel your heartbeat inside your head, he placed a little kiss in your pussy and resurfaced, like a deep sea diver returning from the most exquisite underwater cave. He chuckled when he caught a glimpse of your reddened, sweaty face and you looked for the pillow again to hide.

"I guess I was right all along," he laughed, pushing the pillow away before you could use it to conceal yourself. "I'm still gonna ask: did I make you come?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to speak. He thought your exasperation was funny. He gave himself a pat on the shoulder and that made you smile. "Good job, Christopher!"

He pulled you into his arms and pulled the covers over both of you, letting out a yawn. He always seemed to fall asleep at the weirdest possible times.

You looked out the window at the rain dropping loudly and sighed. Your phone hadn't pinged all day, or the day before, or the day before that. It had been about a week since you and Chris hooked up - well, more than hooked up - and he's been radio silent. You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, and he'd been awfully missing since then. You sulked. Maybe he was just horny and it meant nothing… Your phone finally pinged, startling you from your sad thoughts. Except it's not just a ping, it's ringing. Christopher's name flashed on your screen.

"Hello?"

"Please come to the door," was all he said before hanging up, you imagined he was low on credit as usual.

You sighed, sliding a cardigan and some slippers on and going down the stairs to your front door, popping your head out and looking around.

"Hey!"

He had a bouquet of roses in his hand, which he nervously handed to you, his ears red and eyes darting everywhere.

"I'm sorry I disappeared, baby, I-"

Baby… There it was again, the pet name you didn't even like unless it was coming out of his mouth. And the way he said, with such urgency, such longing. What did any of this mean?

"I thought you wouldn't wanna see me again after we-"

"After you fingered me?"

You laughed, somewhat bitterly, the flowers still in your hand.

"After I fingered you," he repeated, his voice low and eyes on his trainers as if he'd never seen them before. "I- I couldn't- I-"

"Listen, Chris, I," you swallowed and counted to three in my head, slowly, trying to buy yourself time to back out of saying what I was about to say. "I'm in love with you-"

Shit, I said it.

He sighed, looking… relieved?

"Fuck, I thought I was insane," he laughed, quickly walking past you into your house, closing the door behind him and wasting no time pinning you up against the wall and kissing you with such ardour you thought you were going to catch fire. You didn't kiss back immediately as your brain tried to process all the emotions you were feeling in such a short amount of time.

"I think this time we should go all the way-" you sighed in between kisses.

"Good, because I've been so hard thinking about how you moaned that time."

"Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

The End.

#neverendingdreams #im too lazy to tag like legit

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amane-by-together · 3 years

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Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 4 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warning: cursing

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

“I don't know how I will face her...” Amane was wiping one of the tables in the cafe he's working in. It's a donut cafe, no wonder why he chose that. “Is [name]-san mad at me?”

The two teens decided to take the whole class out of awkwardness. “Yo, Yugi-san!” one of his seniors playfully smacked his back. “You've been sputtering nonsense while blushing, you okay lil bud?”

“It's no big deal Senpai.” Amane sheepishly laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with imaginary flowers surrounding him. Akaji is Amane's senior who is in college and probably the only person he could talk to in the cafe.

“Hm.” Akaji took a seat and skeptically looked at Amane. “My gut instincts told me you're having girl problems.”

“S-Senpai!” Amane swatted his hand while chuckling nervously. Currently, he's having problems wondering what was [name]'s reaction when he tried to kiss her.

Akaji grinned, putting his legs on top of the table as he crossed his arms. “Girl problems then, I knew this day would come—ow?!”

“Ah, Good evening! Matsubara-senpai!” Amane bowed when the sky blue-haired girl whacked the back of Akaji's head.

“Good evening to you too, Yugi-kouhai.” Matsubara greeted him back in a stern tone. Akaji rubbed the back of his head and gave the female a sour look. “You should set a better example towards your juniors, Houta!” she scolded.

“I was about to tell him some advice, Kanon.” Akaji deadpanned. Matsubara was Akaji's childhood friend, they're both in college but they go to different schools. “Looks like Yugi-san has a crush on someone from his school.”

“So what if I do?” Amane retorted back.

“Stop it.” Matsubara gave Akaji a cold glare to prevent him from teasing Amane even further. “It's normal to have a crush on someone from school, besides we've been through that phase.”

Amane slumped his shoulders while pouting slightly. Asking advice from his seniors from work is a handful, Akaji is someone who would give bad but useful advice while Matsubara, being a calm and collected woman, is the one telling them whether you should follow his ways. “I do have a crush on someone from school...”

“But I may have made things awkward between us.”

“What did you do though?” Akaji asks.

“I almost kissed her...” Amane mumbled which Matsubara and Akaji heard him. Akaji lets out a small snicker, earning a pinch from his childhood friend. “So I decided to go to class without saying a word to her.”

“I think she hates me now.” Amane covered his face. Matsubara stayed behind the counter as a cashier. Akaji stood up to stretch his arms. Amane pulled out his phone to check out the time. It was already 6:17 pm.

“Who's that on your wallpaper?” Akaji places his arm on top of Amane's head while looking at his phone.

“Akaji-senpai!” Amane hid his phone from the redhead quickly. Akaji snickered mischievously at his embarrassed junior. Akaji is like that one friend who had polished nails and hoops who knows all sorts of tea. “I-It's none of your business—”

“Houta!” Akaji flinched at the blue-haired girl's voice coming from the counter. “Give the kid some personal space!”

“Isn't Yugi like 16?”

“Guys, guys, cut it off.” Amane prevents them from bickering by raising his left hand like a cop. Sometimes you would think that Amane is the mature one in the trio yet he was dubbed as childish from [name]. “We don't want customers to think that the two of you aren't working together.”

Amane adjusts his apron wrapped around his hips. He brushes his choppy locks between his fingers while licking his lips. The door opened with a ringing of the small bell. “Welcome—[name]-san?!”

[name] entered the cafe with eyes of bewilderment as her eyes landed on Amane. She was wearing an unzipped oversized hoodie, a tucked-in white shirt, and a denim skirt. “E-Eh? A-Amane-kun?!” she stammered.

Her little brother, who's in grade school, was standing next to her. “Neechan?” Jiro asked, looking up to his big sister. The siblings sat at a table near the counter. Amane couldn't look at [name] in the eye without blushing.

“So you work here, Amane-kun?” [name] asked in a slightly teasing tone. Amane averted his gaze while holding the notepad, waiting for [name]'s order. “Not gonna lie, your outfit suits you.”

“I told you it's embarrassing.”

“I said it's not, you're pretty handsome Amane-kun.” [name] convinces him otherwise. Amane's heart skipped a beat and wrote down [name]'s order. “You know, I almost cried recently...”

“Why did you cry?” Amane worryingly asks [name] until he realizes why. He went to the bathroom and never came back to the rooftop since he decided to take classes to avoid her. He didn't mean to do it, it's just that he's too flustered. “Wanna sort things out privately?”

“That sounded like a booty call to me—”

“Houta, you ass!” Matsubara pulled on to Akaji's ear, pinching it painfully. “There's a kid!”

[name] nodded slowly in Amane's direction. She told Jiro that she needed to sort things out with Amane so that they could go back to being best friends again. The two of them went to the locker room. “I'm sorry,” Amane apologizes. “I didn't come back, it was an accident I swear—”

“I thought you hate me or something...” [name] started to tear up. Amane died a little inside because of how precious she is, like, you just gotta protect [name].

“No, no.” Amane cupped her cheeks while smiling fondly at [name]. “I will never hate you, [name]-san.”

“Really?” [name] asked while placing her palms on top of Amane's warm hands. Amane hummed in response, he doesn't hate [name], how could he hate her if she keeps making him fall for her even more?

“You're too cute, I swear to god~” Amane nuzzled his nose against [name]'s, eliciting a blissful giggle from the female. “By the way, I'm still sorry about before I invaded your personal space.”

“It's fine.” [name]'s face lit up with happiness with a warm blush enveloping on her mochi cheeks. “You can be affectionate and clingy around me. I felt really warm when you gave me that hug.”

“Then, will a kiss on the cheek suffice~?”

“I'll just hug you—” Amane interrupts her by pressing a kiss on her cheek. [name] froze yet she was warm. Amane chuckled at her reaction, so he gave her a closed eye grin.

“They say kisses heal a burn so your whole face is burning, can't help it~” He says at her blushing state, then he lightly pinches her cheek. “Cute~”

“Okay, okay, that's enough—” [name] pried his hand off her cheek. Amane obliged and pulled his hand away. “So we're good now?”

“Always~!” Amane dusted off his apron. “I gotta go work now or Akaji-senpai will get the wrong idea if we take too long.”

Amane turned around to leave the locker room. [name] twiddled her fingers while smiling. “You know, it would have been better if you continued it...” she mumbled.

“Hm?” He turned his head back to [name]'s direction. Amane was sure she had said something but he couldn't make out what he had heard. “Were you saying something?”

“Nothing.” [name] flails her hands with a quick smile to reassure him that it wasn't a big deal. Amane sighed in relief and headed out first as [name] followed.

“Neechan!” Jiro waved his french fries to get [name]'s attention. Her eyes brightened as she immediately went over to her little brother. “I watched your milk tea and donuts by the way.”

“Thanks, kid.” [name] ruffled his hair and sat back down to her seat as she grabbed her milk tea with pearls. “Sorry I took longer, I had to sort things out with Amane-kun.”

“Is he your boyfriend Neechan?”

[name] choked on the pearl when Jiro asked if Amane was her boyfriend. “J-Jiro—!” she scolded between coughs. “Why so sudden?”

“Here, have some fries Oneechan.” Jiro offered her some of his fries. Amane chuckled at their dynamic, to think that [name] was also an older sibling is admirable.

“He's your younger brother?” Amane grabbed a chair and sat in front of their table.

“Yeah,” [name] replied. “Jiro [surname], he's 5th grade.”

“Nii-chan, want some?” Jiro handed Amane a donut. Amane quickly thanked the little boy and received the donut, munching it gratefully. “Ah, Oneechan! A classmate of mine is gonna come over tomorrow!”

“Ne, Amane-kun.”

“Hm?”

“When's your shift over?” [name] asked.

“Later at 7:00 pm, why?” Amane questioned her back.

“I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my house...”

Amane choked internally. He looked at [name] in pure disbelief, shakily pointing a finger at her. “You want me to come over?” he asked.

“I hope you don't mind, it's okay if you decline of course.” [name] swats her hands in front of Amane. “You're probably busy after this.”

“Maybe some other time, [name].” Amane answers, it made [name] a little bit sad but it's fine nonetheless. Amane felt kind of bad for declining her request of coming over. He has his own life too, like taking care of his brother or doing the housework. But then an idea came to mind. “I'll walk you two home instead.”

“Is that okay for you, though?”

“I don't want you to go alone at night, it might be dangerous.” Amane insists. [name] nodded and sipped on her milk tea slowly. He slowly averted his gaze with a small blush on his face. “And I can't afford to lose you...” he murmured.

[name]’s cheeks warmed at his sudden words. She glances away from the amber-eyed boy and continues to sip on her milk tea to compose herself before she can face him again. Amane shyly stares at [name]. He lets out an exaggerated sigh, thinking to himself that he was crushing so damn hard on [name].

Amane pulls out his phone from the pocket of his apron. “Ah, [name]-san,” The amber-eyed boy looked at the time. “My shift is finished, come on, let's get you two home.”

“We'll wait for you outside.” [name] stands up from the table along with her little brother. Amane cleaned up the table with a stupid in loved smile upon his strikingly perfect visuals.

Akaji rests his elbow on top of Amane's choppy hair. “So, that's your crush?” he asked with a teasing tone. Amane blushes and pried his senior's arm off his head. “It's amusing seeing you being in love~”

“Then what if she is my crush?” Amane glared at him as his whole face was heating up like crazy. He let out a small 'hmph' from his lips and headed over to the locker room.

[name] was waiting outside, carrying her brother's school bag while humming. Amane got out of the cafe and tiredly smiled at her. “Sorry if I take too long.”

“No worries.” [name] reassured the boy. “Come on, let's go.”

The three started to walk together in the night. Amane side-eyed the female next to him and his amber eyes trailed down to her hand. ‘Am I in love with [name]?’

Amane subtly wrapped his pinky finger around [name]'s while looking away. ‘Amane what the actual crumbs are you doing—? Should I pull away—?’

[name] clasps his gentle hand, her face warms along with her ears. The two teens averted their glimpses from each other as they continued walking alongside without the knowledge of her little brother. Amane is definitely feeling butterflies in his very own stomach, maybe this isn’t platonic at all since he’s catching feelings.

“Ah, we’re here now,” [name]’s eyes trailed down to his hand that was still interlocked with hers. Amane seems he doesn't want to let go of her gentle hand. “Amane-kun, your hand…”

“Sorry!” The choppy haired boy quickly drew back his hand and scratched his cheek. [name] beckoned her brother to go back inside the apartment just to have an alone time with Amane. Now, the two of them grew silent waiting on who will talk first.

Fate decided, Amane should speak. “No hard feelings?” he winced, shrugging his shoulder like a dork he is. Y/n smiled softly and spread her arms.

“Hug?” she asked. Amane ran in her arms and gave her a big hug, pressing his cheek against hers and squealed a bit as. “Hey Amane-kun?”

“Yeah?” His face warms up.

“I like you.”

Amane pulled away from the hug to look at her while processing what the girl had said. “So I'm going to stay by your side no matter what.” then she swatted her hands to betray her feelings. “Of course I meant it as a friend thing—”

“I like you too, Y/n-san.” He reached over to mess with her hair. “You’re the first girl who ever told me that she liked me, I appreciate that.”

“I gotta go home now,” Amane pats her shoulders and walks away a bit. “I'll be making lunch for us two, so better look forward to it~”

Y/n gave him one last smile. “Always,”

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tottymatsuno · 2 years

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Pink Angel From Hell Chapter 5: Romantic Midnight Rendezvous

Author: Roro (halfeviltotty)

Fandom: Osomatsu-san

Pairing: Todomatsu x reader

Category: secondhand embarrassment comedy

Rating: still t but this ones medium spicy

Summary: your booty call goes as well as it could've

Word count: i am become the deathening

Warnings: this ones funny. you also get friendzoned after this

Commentary: still sleepy but omg im glad yall get to read this chapter. karamatsu is so funny to write please read it. im begging you read this one and laugh at my jokes and then lmk that they were funny or i am going to take a nap and not wake up until the 4th of april

OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILER

Your poor stressed out brain is screaming, "Say something! Anything!! Bitch get it together!!!!" While your lower half has shifted into maximum overdrive.

"Meet up…? Right now? Where would we go?" Please don't suggest a love hotel, please oh please don't suggest one!

"My hotel room!" You actually hear Todomatsu's excitement through the phone as if he were inviting his best friend to sleep over rather than propositioning you.

You throw the phone down on the bed once more, breathe in deep so you don't stutter when replying. Only when you hear Todomatsu quietly say your name do you reply. "No! I mean — wait!" So far so shitty.

Todomatsu is silent while you try to articulate your answer. "We just met, we're not even together and I just know I can't afford this!" You string along the sentence as jittery as possible, suddenly feeling like you drank six cups of coffee.

Your mind is swirling rapidly, and you are soooo mad!!! Why couldn't you have met Todomatsu through a normal context?! Y'all could've been fucking and sucking or whatever it is that people who date and DON'T pay for romantic affection do in their regular relationships.

As you freak out, Todomatsu tch's and his voice cuts through clearly. "Ehh, Y/N-chan you really don't know how this works, do you?"

You still don't pick the phone back up, but you really want to. At the same time you want to scream, cry and hang up the phone because you're tortuously embarrassed. There's a hole out there for you to crawl in, that hole belongs to you. You just know it.

"No?" Before you could list all the ways your poor wallet cannot breathe due to the strain you've put on her. Whatever deluxe special fucktime package he's about to offer you have to be strong and keep your legs AND pocketbook shut. Just as you resolutely determine this Todomatsu speaks again.

"I like you."

He's not done talking before you interrupt, "I like you too!" You say with all of your yearning. Of course you like him too! This little pink angel has your heart in his hands. You decide to fuck it and him so you check your bank account.

Todomatsu sounds thrilled by your confession when he continues, "So I want to be with you. Physically."

And you know he doesn't mean in the same damn room.

Damn...You’re broke.

"H-how much will that cost?" You ask desperately while moths fly out of your poor abused wallet.

"Hm? Cost? Is that what you've been worried about? You think that I'd make you pay?"

"That's how this works right?" You ask confusedly while Todomatsu bursts out into a sweet laughter.

"I'll explain everything if you meet me at this address." He mumbles in between giggles. The address is sent to you through Line, something you don't recall giving him.

"Um, okay."

"Alright, see you there." You can absolutely feel him winking at you, your imagination is running wild with the possibilities of what will unfold tonight. The tingliness shoots past your spine and goes much lower, to somewhere you don't want to admit to right now.

But hey, you have to get this cherry popped at some point right? Why not have Todomatsu do the honors? Especially if you don't have to pay. Even if you did have to, you might be able to take out a loan to support a local business entrepreneur.

You take both an incredibly indulgent but extremely short shower, using your best body wash, shower gel, and the accompanying lotion so your nerves won't bleed through into stank. Detangling and styling your hair extra special was in order, you had to break out your secret imported hair care stash for such an occasion as well. A styler and leave in wasn't gonna cut it, you plaited a few cute braids and did an intricate updo. Shaving went by confusingly as you were unsure how much to shave after your arms and legs so you kinda winged it. Make up was soft, sweet and seductive according to the tutorial you followed. Lastly your outfit was innocent appearing, but you wore your sexiest pair of underwear because you thought Todomatsu would be into that kinda thing.

When you finally looked at the time it was well past normal visiting hours for polite company, but out the door you went.

You follow the speed limit but internally rush over because you're unfortunately too damn cautious about everything! You aren't getting a ticket over your first booked dick appointment, no ma'am.

You park slightly away from the hotel in case someone catches you here! You don't know who or why this hypothetical person would care enough to 'catch you in the act' but the adrenaline is making you crazy. When you approach the actual address you think, 'this looks very fancy.' but to be fair, you thought over night internet cafes and capsule hotels were fancy. This could just be an actual hotel and not a timed sex closet.

You text Todomatsu you've arrived before veeery sneaky-creepy like entering the hotel you totally belong going into! You stop to look around for him before you'd call, thankfully there he is in that corner over there. Look how poised and just slightly dignified he is with that magazine! Like a real model taking shoot for a hotel ad! You float over right as Todomatsu looked to check his phone.

When he notices your approach the magazine is set down on an end table with a pleasant smile. "You're late." Todomatsu states good naturedly.

"Well... It took a bit longer to get ready than expected." You admit because it honestly took forever to perfect the golden shimmery highlights on your cheekbone. You didn't have time to experiment with the cat eyeliner look either, and finding a video that had simple eye shadow steps was a task in itself.

"It was worth the wait." After Todomatsu praises you, your hand is swiftly taken in his own. You goofy laugh - by that you mean your voice makes a sound akin to George "Goofy" Geef's iconic a-hyuk. Todomatsu sweetly swings your hand as he leads you to the elevator and ignores whatever the hell is your problem.

"We're going to have soo much fun tonight, Y/N-chan!" Todomatsu's cutie patootie grin directed at you alone in the elevator is adorable. "I promise after tonight you won't be able to get enough of me." Oh, that sounds like flirty-dirty talk and you're into it.

"Can't wait..." You warble out.

Once inside it's obvious Todomatsu has been staying in this room for a while, just judging by the items placed neatly around. As interesting as that is, you're kinda not thinking about that at all.

"So uhm, how does this work?" You sit on the edge of the bed toying with one if your plaits beaded end.

"Hm, well how do you usually start when hooking up with someone?" Todomatsu asks to which you flat line.

"What's with that face?" You try to fix said face before Todomatsu rudely rhetorically questions you again. "Ehh, you're not still a virgin are you?"

Your soul withers away with no hope of heaven's light.

"That's makes us kindred spirits." Todomatsu says, you grasp his hands firmly with stars in your eyes. "So you're one too?!" How amazing that he could keep his purity in tact at his occupation.

"Nope, lost mine last year!" Your bubble is popped. The sheer amount of pride in his voice as he bragged about this fairly recent accomplishment.

"Oh, okay." Your voice sounds less than enthused, you don't even bother mentally questioning what he meant by y'all are kindred spirits.

Todomatsu smoothly uses this visible disappointment for his advantage by sitting closely next to you. "That's okay though, isn't it?" There's a warmth radiating from your shoulder blades with your personal space being stolen away inches at a time

"It just means I know how to make this feel good for you."

Todomatsu's head tilts as he moves closer to your lips. "Want me to teach you," His heated breath ghosting soo close. He must have used a buncha mouth wash before you got here because the mintiness is intoxicating.

Todomatsu’s final words cause you to close your eyes in preparation for the impending kiss, "Don't you want to find out how a man feels?" You instinctively press closer to him with a head swimming laps in the deep end. How can he keep drawing this out, just as Todomatsu finally begins to press lightly on your lips there is the sound of a door being slammed open on the opposite side from the bedroom.

This sound plus the loud baritone voice following it makes both you and Todomatsu jump like wet cats.

"Hmm, hmm~! Todomatsuu, my *brother* I have come to sing your Karamatsu bedtime lullaby! Get ready to fall into a deep and restful slumber! MOOOON RIV-" Karamatsu dressed in a bathrobe who has interrupted his own song to take a huge gulp from his red wine glass finally notices the scene before him. The portable karaoke mic he held drops with a feedback filled thud.

"Eh?" Karamatsu confusedly blinks.

There remains an incredibly thick moment of stillness in the room for another second. Suddenly a high pitched screech is heard before Karamatsu is pelted in the face with what appears to be a leaded pillow. The wine sloshes but doesn't spill right away.

"Get out Karamatsu-niisan! Get out, get out!!" Todomatsu begins to throw anything he could reach, which unfortunately leads to Karamatsu being clocked in the head by the digital clock. After the projectiles become more violent and Todomatsu keeps shouting louder for his brother to leave, Karamatsu returns from the connected hotel door with his wine skillfully mostly in hand.

You wanna laugh but decide to swallow that down for both of your sake's. Todomatsu’s heaving back clearly still shows aggressive body language and you just don't know him well enough to determine if he can laugh at himself. As Todomatsu huffs and puffs angrily there comes a moment where he grabs his hair and closed mouth screams.

"Totty?" When you call out to him the muffled sound gets worse. Todomatsu does not turn to look at you for a bit.

"Todomatsu-kun?" You address him differently this time with a great deal of hesitancy. This finally gets Todomatsu to stomp over to the bed. He belly flops onto it childishly and screams much louder into a pillow.

"Dumbass bastard Karamatsu-niisan!! You ruined everything for me! Die! I'll never forgive you for this, you painful idiot!!"

You make out most of what he says despite him kicking the bed in a temper tantrum as well... It's quite the display of immaturity. You sit there next to him a bit concerned what to do next.

Instead you stroke the back of his head in a way that you hope is comforting? Todomatsu's sniffly teary face peeks from the pillow, "You can leave now if you want since the mood's dead."

"I guess I could, huh." You ponder aloud, wondering why you hadn't thought of that option yourself. With that response Todomatsu once again returns to loudly whine in the pillow.

"Don't worry, I won't." You pat his head. "So what are you both doing here? Do you live here right now?"

Todomatsu slowly regulates his breathing before answering. "We're temporarily between homes." You take that vague answer as a cue not to ask more follow up questions for that topic.

You do have a question for the previous though. "Would you like me to leave?"

Todomatsu shakes his head no and peers up at you from his damp eyelashes. "But now you don't think I'm charming and seductive because of my shitty older brother."

You laugh at this, "Of course I still do! You're soo attractive, Totty! Just my type." These feel like a 1/5th of a lie but he could honestly worm his way back into your pants in like half a second if he wanted to.

"Really?" What a humble question from Totty! He raises his head in order to see if you look sincere. You nod happily. "Yes, I promise."

He appears satisfied with that answer, "I kinda don't feel like doing any of that stuff now," he speaks softly back into the pillow. "But it's good to know that you still feel the same way about me." The smile in his voice is too cute.

"If you don't want me to leave, why don't we just hang out and talk then?"

#osomatsu san #ososan #totty #matsuno todomatsu/reader #todomatsu x reader #todomatsu x si #roros fics #multichapter ososan fic #pink angel fic #pink angel fic ch5 #if you read NONE of my other chapters or fics or whatever pls pls PLEASE read where karamatsu shows up in this #that scene is so fucking funny #last update for this bc i actually have to write the things in my outline from here out. i have more stuff with much later scenes i #found more interesting. the next chapter of this is gonna be so soft u guys and so sweet but friendzoned cuddlied buddied time lol sorry #but yeah ther e has ALWAYS been a planned arc for totty in this do not be impatient hes just a dickhead

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