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antonbrainrot · 25 days

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riize sungchan x reader

minors dni | 18+

.ᐟ synopsis : it's become a habit of sungchan to come over your place no matter the time, seeking for your comfort and consolation— sometimes just whenever he wants to. he usually comes over to just talk and chill, this time it's different. he's in an extra touchy, affectionate flirtatious mood.

.ᐟ tags : NSFW, best friend sungchan, friends to lovers (?)

.ᐟ wc: 0.9k

your phone buzzes, you pick it up to see a notification from sungchan.

sungchan: "can i come over?"

y/n: "everything good?"

sungchan: "yeah, just wanna see u rn :("

"please?"

as soon as you open the door for him, he almost immediately threw himself onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "i missed you" he whispers, his warm breath brushing against your neck.

you're now in your bedroom, leaning against the headboard of the bed with sungchan leaning against your shoulder, his head resting gently against you. you could feel his steady breaths against your skin, and the closeness between you was almost suffocating. sungchan's hand slowly found its way to yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held onto you. the room was filled with a comfortable silence, but the tension between you was palpable. "you okay, chan?" you pull back slightly to get a good look of his face, now looking up at you, a faint "hm?" was all that came out of his mouth as his fingers start drawing circles on your palm. it was clear that sungchan's feelings for you had reached a breaking point.

"what are you thinking about?" you ask him gently. he gulped. "you don't wanna know" he mumbles in a stern, slightly shaking voice.

"come on.. tell me"

"i'm thinking about laying you down.. thinking about the things i wanna do to you right now." you froze in place.

sungchan's voice was filled with a mix of nervousness and desire as he spoke. "i can't deny it anymore.. i've been fantasizing about being intimate with you, about exploring each other's bodies, having sex." the glint in his eyes starts to make the butterflies in your stomach go hysterical. "the thought of feeling your skin against mine, of tasting your lips, it drives me crazy." his warm breath against your neck as his hand settles on gripping onto your waist tightly, his other hand rubbing your sides up and down, gently. "i want to make you feel pleasure like you've never felt before, to show you just how much i want you, how much i wanna fuck you." his words hung in the air, as the weight of his confession settled between you. sungchan leans in to close the gap between your lips, kissing you passionately, hunger evident as he kisses you deeper and rougher on each passing second. you kiss him back, matching the intensity as you wrap both arms around his neck as he lays you down— hovering on top of you. his arms finding their way in between your legs, separating them as one hand starts rubbing towards your inner thighs, reaching and caressing the sensitive areas. a hand reaches over the waistband of your shorts, sliding them off alongside your panties. his gaze fixed on your already wet pussy, dazed. he unbuckles his pants— his already hardened length sprang out.

sungchan's eyes filled with desire as he positions himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing the tip of his hardened cock against your slick folds. his touch is both gentle and tantalizing, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. resulting you to abruptly let out a moan, he smirks at the sight of this.

"i'm not even inside you yet" he teases. he can feel the heat and wetness, aching to be enveloped by your tightness. with a low grunt of anticipation, sungchan slowly pushes himself inside you, inch by inch, savoring the exquisite sensation of your walls embracing him. "so tight and warm, just for me" he mumbles under his breath, gripping onto your hips. the connection between you deepens, and the room fills with the symphony of your moans and the rhythmic movements of your bodies, as you both surrender to the intoxicating pleasure that engulfs you.

"chan.. you're so big." a whimper escapes in between your sentences. he bites his lower lip, leaning in to kiss yours as he continues thrusting slowly, deeply into your pussy. sungchan's desire intensifies as he plunges deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more forceful and primal. soft moans turned into loud ones, a moan after another as sungchan continues to pound into you relentlessly "f-fuck.. y/n.. let me hear how good i'm making you feel."

he can't help but let out a low growl of pleasure as he feels the tightness and warmth enveloping him. "you're so fucking tight, baby," he moans, his voice filled with a mixture of lust, pleasure and need, grabbing onto your waist, his hips move with a relentless rhythm, becoming faster and more urgent as he chases his own release, determined to bring you to the brink of ecstasy alongside him. "m-mmh.. fuck sungchan.. s' good"

"i'm gonna cum, f-fuck.." he whispers with a shaky breathing. "let me cum inside you," as his thrusts become sloppy, you felt a tight knot inside your stomach. he presses his lips against yours as he releases inside you, filling you up with his warm cum. sungchan collapses on top of you, "fuck.. that felt so good." he buries his face into your neck, sweat running down his face, neck and back. you wipe the sweats on his forehead, removing the strands of hair sticking to it.

"you alright?" he looks up to see your blushing face.

"mhm.. i'm.. i'm fine" a grin forming his lips as he hears your response before giving you a quick smooch on the lips.

AAAAaaAAAAAaaAAAAAA

this was sooooOoo rushed, hope you guys like it 😭🙏🏻

#sungchan smut #riize sungchan #sungchan #riize #riize imagines #riize smut #riize scenarios #jung sungchan #riize x you #sungchan x reader #sungchan x you

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nonuify · 9 days

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ᝰ.ᐟ 💽 — J.WW ; ! drabble

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. meanie wonwoo hehe.

here you were sitting on the lap of your lover his dick stuffed deep in your aching pussy, but he wouldn’t move.

but to be honest you deserved it, while he was calling someone at work, you decided to bitch up & do some not so ethical stuff.

so wonwoo being well… wonwoo decided to discipline you in his own way, that is being you not coming on his cock which is your favorite thing to do, he just pulled aside your panties & cockwarmed you till tears started to well out of your eyes “n-nonu” you tried to beg but he just shushed you up, completely ignoring you & giving his full attention to his so called business call he had that was so important.

while you sat there like a sad puppy, nuzzling your head into his neck while you whimpered, suddenly… a thought popped into your head smiling devilishly then clenching your pussy around his dick to create some kind of relive for you.

but it didn’t end well.

a slap! came across your ass a harsh one you might add, you couldn’t control yourself you moaned loving the pain that inflicted upon you.

“my pretty cock sleeve, can’t behave hm? your mind too dumb to understand? might just have to fuck you then show it to my colleagues huh baby” he pushed your hair out of your forehead, caressing it then gripping, pulling it back so you can look at him.

you being stubborn about being fucked by your pretty boyfriend just moaned out a please wonu!.

he pulled out of you, closing the call that was muted during your little moment there, not even bothering to say goodbye.

wonwoo later you on your back then grabbed his lengthy member with one hand while the other held your panties up, he then slid his cock between your underwear & cunt, pushing it back & forth.

you just rolled your eyes in annoyance, then eventually pouting, dropping the brat act quickly.

you & wonwoo knew how cock dumb you could be for him, you drop anything for you to feel his cock pumping inside of you.

“nonu, please please n-need your cock m-m” you whined once again, “aww, your so cute when your all pathetic for me hm?” he laughed, fastening his pace, precum was splattered all over your panties making them soil.

“wanna get fucked bad, darling?” he questioned “yes yes, anything wonwon” you answered so quick.

“you sure anything, sweets” he said wanting to confirm, you just whined in desperation.

he giggled, grabbing his phone while you watched not caring about it, you just wanted to cum & cum till you can’t think anymore.

pressing record on his mobile, he grabbed his cock, quickening in & out of your panties.

“who’s my pretty cumdump hm?” he said, you moaned out as an answer, slap! landed on your poor clit, “cmon baby use that little dumb brain for me who’s my pretty cumdump” he asked firmly again. “hmphh! I-i am n-nonu!” you almost screamed out with tears flowing following with it.

“f-fuck, that’s right I only get to fuck this pretty pink cunt” he groaned, getting sloppy with pushing his cock in your panties, eventually getting sloppy between your folds.

“o-only for you wonu, only yours” you pouted, moving your hands to cover your eyes then arching your back slightly, loving the simple feeling of his length going through folds up & down.

“m-my fuckin fleshlight” he suddenly pulled out of your folds, coming all over your tummy, a milky warm liquid flowing over you.

stopping recording of his lewd act then hitting send to whoever the hell he was calling.

“that’s my good girl, gonna make you cum now how does that sound?” “yes yes please nonu please make me cum” you finally were getting what you wanted for what seemed to be like hours.

he made you cum all night, you guys fucked in every position possible making it a memorable night that you would definitely want again & again, till you couldn’t walk.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! this is all 100% consented pls don’t get it wrong 🫶🏻

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vminizzle · 9 months

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Wanna get married

pairing : bestfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : FLUFF

warnings : mention of drinking alcohol, reader is tipsy, jungkook is bestfriend goal, they cute, that's all :)

word count : 1.7k

A/N : Hi my lovely people, I hope you've been doing good. Like I told you, I wrote a little drabble for you guys since I'm making you guys wait for sweet lips 3,, It's just a little something just to thank you guys for your patience and reading my stuff. REMINDER : poor English,, I wanna apologise in advance like you guys already know English is not my first language so please don't mind the mistake. Love you guys - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED 🍂

“wanna get married?” you asked between giggles.

“you confident?” he raised an eyebrow amused at the sudden burst.

“I’m asking if you can handle.” he smiled teasingly as you let your body rest on his.

“Of course I can.” you replied as you looked up at him, your hand going up to his hair to play with the long black locks.

Jungkook bit on his bottom lip, staring down at you. You looked so beautiful, the moonlight showing off your pretty features, he could only smiled.

“I want to kiss you.” you whispered eyes sparkling as you stared at his lips with lust.

“angel, you know we can’t do that.” Jungkook laughed slightly, holding you by your waist.

“I love you Jungkook.” you blurted out after a few seconds, arms wrapping around his neck.

His heart skipped a beat at the words, throat getting dry. He knew you weren’t thinking right so he avoid the conversation.

“y/n, you’re drunk.” he flicked your forehead making you whine in pain.

“noo I’m not!” you punched him lightly on his chest making him laugh.

“C’mon let’s go home.” he held you tightly, helping you walk as you kept on struggling to stand straight.

“my feet hurt.” you whined tiredly letting your body dropped on the ground.

Jungkook watched as you took your shoes off throwing them at the other side of the road.

“hey hey no don’t do that.” he closed his eyes exasperate.

Your best friend crouched down sighing at your current state.

“I shouldn’t had let you drink.” he shook his head before grabbing your hand helping you up.

He went to grab your shoes handing them back to you.

“C’mon, we’re not so far from home.” he encouraged you making you shake your head.

“I’m tired. I can’t walk anymore.” you huffed.

“You can go home, let me there.” you pointed to the sidewalk.

Jungkook watched in disbelief as you sat on the ground again.

“are you serious right now?” he tilted his head to the side.

“good night.” you yawned as you were about to lay down making Jungkook rushed to you to stop you from executing your stupid idea.

Your best friend sighed heavily before pulling you up again.

“C’mon.” he turned around, bending his knees slightly.

“piggyback?” you said excited, jumping on his back making Jungkook groaned.

“Let’s go!” you exclaimed loudly, voice resonating in the dark empty streets, as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Be quiet y/n.” he warned shushing you.

“yessir.” you whispered giggling making Jungkook smiled softly.

You nuzzled your head into his neck, your warm breath caressing his skin gently.

After walking for a few minutes, you were in front of your best friend’s house.

Jungkook was hesitant about you sleeping at his house tonight. Not that he didn’t like you staying over. Not at all. He loved when you’re spending time together. You’re used to do movie nights, sleepovers at each others, but tonight was different.

You were not really sober.

And he wasn’t sure of how you were about to act.

When being drunk, you often try to kiss him, confess your love to him; you’re just really clingy.

Unlocking the front door, he gestured you to enter first before locking it after him.

Turning around you envelope his body into a big hug surprising him as you look up at him.

“you’re handsome tonight.” you said shyly making him smile with a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

“thanks. You’re not bad yourself.” he flicked your forehead making you pout.

“go upstairs, I’ll come in a few minutes.” he pushed you gently to the stairs.

“you can change into confortable clothes. You know where it is.” he said before walking away.

A few minutes late, Jungkook was standing in front of his bedroom’s door knocking softly on it, waiting for you to allow him to enter the room.

“y/n?” he knocked again when he heard nothing. It was silent.

“Can I come in?”

Jungkook threw his head back tiredly before huffing getting a bit sleepy. He just wanted to sleep.

“Can I come in? Are you finished?” he asked again a bit louder.

Did you fall asleep?

Are you in the bathroom?

Did you faint??

Entering the room almost panicked, Jungkook‘s eyes widen slightly in relief.

Here you were standing in the middle of the room wearing one of his Calvin Klein oversized shirt.

“Koo!” you ran to him with a wide smile on your face, hands coming to his broad shoulders for another hug, the oversized shirt ridding up your thighs when doing so.

“hey.” he gulped feeling your body pressed oh his tightly.

“didn’t find a sweatpants?” he asked walking to his wardrobe when you shake your head.

Handing you the comfy clothes, he informed you that he was gonna freshen up a bit.

You snuggled into his bed under the warm sheet waiting for him.

After a few minutes, Jungkook exited the bathroom finding you in his bed.

Don’t get him wrong, you often slept with him in his bed during sleepover but when you’re drunk he rather not. For his own good.

He didn’t want to make a mistake so he approached the bed, laying a soft kiss on your forehead before grabbing his pillow making you frowned.

“where you going?” you tilted your head to the side confused.

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch… I wanted to.. hmm I wanted to watch a movie before sleeping.” he lied not wanting to make you sad.

“aren’t you tired? Your eyes are puffy and you keep on yawning.” you pointed out yawning yourself.

“Not.. not really.” he looked down avoiding your eyes.

He didn’t like lying to you, he started feeling guilty.

“Please sleep with me.” you said a small pout drawing its way on your lips making him sighed as you sat up.

“Princess, I can’t-“

“You don’t love me.” you started, tears bubbling in your eyes.

“hey no no! No don’t say that. That’s not true.” he rushed to the bed shaking his head.

“I love you.”

“Really?” you sniffed making him sit on the bed nodding.

“I do. I really love you.” he said reassuring you. He meant it. His heart beating way too fast for his liking. He knew he loved you, more than what you were… best friends.

“sleep with me.” you pleaded at him with doe eyes making him bite on his bottom lip, hesitating on what to do.

He finally sighed, putting his pillow on its usual place making you squeal happily.

Laying down on his back next to you, you joined him, laying down again, staring at him as you approached him.

“what?”

“you’re cute.” you breathed out.

“thanks.” he replied.

“you’re cute. I wanna kiss you.” you whispered, face getting closer to his.

Before he could say anything, you connected your lips together softly making him widen his eyes in shock.

He didn’t know why he kissed your back, the feeling of your soft lips on his making him hummed into the kiss.

No. No, he couldn’t do that.

Wake up, Jungkook! he scolded himself.

He pushed you slightly away, breathing heavily as he shake his head watching you frown, feeling disappointed at the short kiss.

“I.. I can’t do that. I’m sorry. You’re not sober y/n. That’s not right of me doing that. I don’t want to.. y’know. You’re not thinking straight. I won’t take advantage of this situation.” he explained slowly.

You just nodded, not understanding everything he just said before scooting closed to him again making him furrow his eyebrows.

“Can we at least cuddle?”

He hesitated staring at you.

“I won’t kiss you.” you pouted making him smile.

“Alright then. I trust you?” he checked again.

“I promise!” you put your hand up in the air, with a huge smile.

“good. come here.” he opened his arms as you snuggled into his warm embrace.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you murmured against his chest catching his attention as he hummed.

“But don’t tell yourself.” you added.

“What?” he laughed at your nonsense.

“so you’re telling me a secret but I can’t say it to me?” he couldn’t help but smile.

“yup!”

“I’m listening.” he replied curiously.

“I’m in love with Jungkook since I’m 10.” you smiled, hand playing with his fingers.

Jungkook was speechless as he didn’t know what to say or what to do. You really did surprised him right now.

“Do you think he feels the same?” you finally looked up at him, a bit of shyness and curiosity filling your eyes.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he just said, not replying to your question.

“yes.”

“I’m in love with you.” Jungkook said with a cute smile.

“but.. I love Jungkook.” you sat up looking down at him feeling confused.

“I don’t want to break your heart, but I love him already.” you started hands on your lap.

Jungkook wanted to burst out laughing but you were so cute.

“well, that’s ok then.” he shrugged.

“But do you want an advice?” he sat up too making you nod.

“You should tell him you love him.” he bit on his pierced lip trying to stop himself from smiling.

“Really? But I’m scared if he feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t love me the same. I don’t want to lose him.” you explained sadly.

“you won’t lose him, don’t say that. Just tell him, he’s your best friend right?” he raised an eyebrow.

“yes he is!”

“So, tell me- I mean tell him you’re in love with him when you’re sober tomorrow.”

“Sober? Am I drunk? No! I’m sober!” you slapped his arm earning another laugh from him.

“yea yea whatever. Come sleep now.” he pulled you down with him, putting the blanket over your bodies.

“good night angel.” he caressed your back gently making you hummed.

“good night.” you laid a quick peck on his cheek before resting your head on his chest.

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile. His heart melting when thinking about the whole conversation. He felt the unfamiliar butterflies in the pit of his stomach, it felt unreal for him.

He slept good that night, feeling excited to wake up the next morning.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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Husk's s/o magically gaining cat ears and a tail? Husk reaction to his s/o's new, but adorable, appendages, please?

A/n: Lowkey feel like it would be a turn on for him.

Tugging the hat further down on your head, you didn't understand how this had happened. Maybe you pissed off the wrong demon...or perhaps you drank something that you weren't supposed to.

"Hey beautiful...I was lookin everywhere for you...why you wearing a hat?"

Turning to face Husk, your eyes went wide as you swallowed thickly. "Hey handsome...what are you talking about? I'm not wearing a hat."

"You don't." Husk paused then frowned as he spotted something behind your back. "What are you hidin?"

"Im not!" You let out a shriek as Husk grabbed hold of your tail that you now had.

Husk's eyes went wide though a large grin then formed on his face as he gave your tail another tug, warmth creeping up your neck. "How the fuck did this happen? Is this what you're hiddin?".

"S-stop touching the...mine tail." Biting your inner cheek you fell into Husk's arms.

"Now come on darlin....you take know issue with touching my tail and ears...speaking on ears." His eyes narrowed for a moment as he tugged off your hat, cat ears twitching.

"Husk." You let out a whine as he started to rub your ears gently.

Chuckling softly, he then nuzzled his face into your neck biting it softly. "Sexy little thing you are." He whispered. "Though lookin at you right now, I gotta tell ya how bad I want you." He muttered.

Rolling your eyes, you puffed out your cheeks as you tugged at his tail. "You're really asking for sex when I look like this."

"Beautiful, I will always want to fuck you....I just wanna have a little fun with these cute little ears and tail of yours." Husk stated as he caressed your tail.

Shifting your body, you peered up at him then you nodded your head as you smiled up at him. "I suppose we can do that."

Scooping you up in his arms, a laugh escaped your lips as he held you close. Ears twitching, you smiled as your tail caressed his leg as you two made your way to the bedroom.

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mixtape-racha · 9 months

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motivation | lee felix

you would soon learn better than to run your mouth in front of felix's friends, one way or another. he'd make sure of it // 18+, minors dni

words: 1.17k // warnings: hard dom!felix, oral (m. recieving), reader being a brat, consensual voyeurism/exhibitionism, ot8 featured, hinted orgy

a/n: based on this request by anon!! i hope u enjoy ♡

felix was what would be called a soft dom. sure, he could get carried away sometimes, but he was always sweet. praising you, smothering you in soft kisses, always putting your needs before his. but lately, you’d been taking advantage of that. he couldn’t let your bratty behavior slide anymore the way he had been. you were getting too comfortable with the fact he wouldn’t punish you, and that wasn’t okay. what had happened to his good girl? his pretty little thing who was so pliant and listened so well?

he decided you’d crossed the line one night at the dorms - you had been invited along to a games night, which was a more common occurrence since the dorms had been divided into two. sure, you’d all been drinking, but a few beers couldn’t excuse your behavior. he could deal with you acting up, but in front of his friends? and trying to humiliate him? that was not on, he wouldn’t stand for it at all.

it had started as a simple joke about felix’s hands, yet again. he didn’t understand why it was so funny, or how his hands could be considered small - because they really weren’t. he just happened to have the smallest hands out of all of his friends, but they’d take any opportunity to poke fun at each other, so he let them have it. but, oh. oh, you had to open your mouth, didn’t you? you thought you were so funny, and evidently his friends did too.

“well, let’s just say his hands aren’t the only thing thats small…” you teased with a grin, taking a sip of your drink as the boys burst into fits of laughter. you didn’t even look at him, but you should’ve known better than to think he’d take that without a response.

he didn’t even realized he’d crushed the beer car in his hand until jisung nudged his shoulder, giving him a strange look.

“you good, bro?”

but he shook it off with a nod of his head, eyes no leaving your figure from where you were sat on the floor next to the coffee table. oh, you were in for a world of shit.

“m’fine. doll, can you come here? wanna hold you.” he cooed, grabbing your attention, to which you nodded happily and came to sit next to him on the couch. slinging your legs over his lap, you nuzzled your face against his shoulder as you continued your conversation with jeongin.

he bided his time after that, mulling over in his head how best to act. the entire time, he had a hand on your thigh, squeezing and caressing the soft skin between his fingers as you both held your separate conversations. until he heard jeongin move closer and whisper to you - not that the younger boy could whisper at all. when jeongin asked if felix’s dick was actually small, and you just shrugged with a sly smirk on your face, he decided he’d had enough.

“love,” he said softly, pulling your face closer to his so he could whisper in your ear. “you better buck your ideas up, or you’re not going to like the consequences, yeah?”

you simply rolled your eyes at that. felix was notorious for empty threats, and letting you get away with whatever you wanted. why would this be any different? like, honestly, what was he going to do? pull you over his lap and spank you in front of everyone? you highly doubted it.

but felix wasn’t putting up with it. he was sick of you acting like there was no consequences to your actions, and he had to teach you a lesson. he wasn’t going to allow you to act however you wanted, nor was he going to let his friends think you walked all over him like a doormat.

“fuck it,” he growled, catching everyone’s attention as he manhandled you back onto the floor, caging you between his legs. you were confused as his hands began fumbling with his belt, and minho piped up before you could think of anything to say.

“felix, man, what are you doing?”

“i’m teaching this little slut a lesson. you wanna show me up in front of my friends, yeah?” one of his hands moved from his belt to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “she wants to lie and humiliate me in front of you? well, its not going to slide anymore. if it takes a cock in her mouth to shut her up, so be it. you’re such a cock-hungry little whore, i doubt it’ll even bother you that everyone’s watching, will it?”

you shook your head on impulse, everyone’s stares burning into you making you blush and wiggle your hips impatiently.

“see? dirty slut.”

once felix had successfully removed his half-hard cock from its confines, he guided your head towards him, the darkness in his eyes burning into your skin. you quickly scrambled to rest your hands on his thighs, spitting on his dick for extra lube before lowering your mouth around it.

he groaned almost instantly, the warmness of your mouth and feeling of your tongue swirling around him almost heavenly. usually, he’d have a hand on the back of your head, guiding you, making sure you didn’t overwork yourself or try to take too much. however, this was a punishment, so you were on your own.

you really tried your hardest to make him feel good, knowing it was working when you felt him twitch in your mouth as you gulped around him. the ache in your jaw came quite quickly, possibly from the speed you were bobbing your head at, but you were too far in the pleasure to care.

the fact that his 7 closest friends were watching you had you dripping, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at them. it was humiliating in the best way, fat tears rolling down your cheeks and smudging your makeup everywhere. there was a ring of pink around the base of felix’s cock from your lipstick, and your drool was flying everywhere.

truly, you wanted to make him cum down your throat. show all his friends that were a good girl - you were felix’s best girl, and no attitude could change that, but that opportunity was ripped away from you as soon as the tell-tale signs of felix getting close to an orgasm appeared.

“now, angel,” he growled, pulling you off of his cock by your hair. “i think you need to apologize, don’t you? lying to the boys like that…” he tsked as he finished his sentence.

you took a gulp of hair, cheeks burning and throat sore, anticipating his next move.

“you better show them how sorry you are. you’re going to let all of them have a taste of that sweet pussy, and you’re not allowed to cum until we’re all satisfied that you truly mean your apology.”

oh.

well… if this was how he was going to react, you’d need to be a brat more often, huh?

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yup-thats-me · 2 months

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—shaving cream • Izana.K

pairing : Kurokawa Izana x reader

summary : y/n helps Izana shave

Y/n’s giggles filled her and Izana’s shared room as her boyfriend nuzzled his face against hers. “’zana, babe, I’m serious stop!” she managed to say as she tried to catch her breath. “Your beard’s growing back. It's itching my face.”

“Oh yeah?” Izana questioned, touching his face. “You’re right... Maybe I should get a cut tomorrow.” Y/n hummed at his words. The room fell silent again as Y/n’s hand ran through his platinum hair, a content smile on her face.

“Should I give you a shave, baby?” y/n asked her boyfriend who shot up at her words. “You can?” the surprise was evident in his voice.

Y/n let out a small giggle. “Of course I can.” Izana was quiet for a moment maybe contemplating the offer when finally, he said “Okay,” got up from their bed carried Y/n, and set her down on the bathroom counter.

Y/n sat there happily on the counter, swinging her legs as Izana arranged all the things required — the blade, a towel, and shaving cream. Izana wetted the shaving brush and handed the brush and shaving cream to the girl who gleefully accepted and began lathering her boyfriend’s face, humming happily.

“You look so happy, hmm?” Izana smiled, caressing her hair. “And why shouldn’t I be? It's been a fantasy of mine that I’ll shave my boyfriend’s face, just like this.” She smiled, her eyes sparkling in a childlike innocence.

“And I get the honor to fulfill my girl’s fantasy? I’m truly the luckiest man alive.”

Y/n did not answer this time as she carefully set the blade, she held the tool before his face and spoke in a somewhat stern voice. “Hmm. Now be quiet, and don’t move. I don’t wanna cut your pretty face.”

Izana listened, keeping quiet all the while her blade ran through his face. It didn’t hurt at all. Honestly, Izana was ready to have a few cuts and band-aids on his face as this was the first time that y/n had helped him shave. He was ready to be bloody if that meant his girl was happy.

As Y/n cleaned his face with the towel, Izana asked another question. “Baby, do you mind if I ask where you learned to shave?” Y/n smiled, pinching his cheek.

“I’ve seen other men shaving their faces, ‘Zana. I observed them and learned. That’s all.”

While her answer was a simple one, Izana couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit his chest. With Y/n being as pretty as she is, it's given that she’s been in a relationship with other men. But the bond the two shared in the present, was so close. Izana often thought they were already a married couple, nagging and bickering with each other like they’d been together for more than thirty years. Izana truly believed that the two were special, more than any other couple. Maybe that wasn’t true.

Seeing Izana grow quiet, Y/n caressed his face and brought the man back to reality. “You’re overthinking, aren’t you, ‘Zana?” She declared in a hushed tone. She pulled him against her for an embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Those men, ‘Zana, were my older brother and father, dummy,” she said as her fingers played with his hair. Listening to her say those words, Izana let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry for being so childish and immature,” he mumbled against the crook of her neck, pulling her closer to him by the waist.

Y/n let out a small giggle. “It's okay, ‘Zana. I’m gonna assure you of us as many times as you need, my love.”

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kennyboi69 · 11 months

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CoD MW Men Cuddling Headcanons

excluding Horangi and König cuz idk shite abt them and refuse to learn, also König lowkey unsettles me

John Price

His favorite position is with you using his chest/shoulder as a pillow

He likes to kiss and card through your hair

Buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent

Wraps his arms around you and won't let go

Loves falling asleep like this, it calms him when he can feel his lover close by like this

Likes hugging you for comfort after exhausting missions

It's kind of like a child with their favorite plushie

If you tell him this he will deny everything (he knows it's true and he doesn't like it)

Scratch under his beard and kiss his jaw - he loves it

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Just wants to be held in any way shape or form

Reluctant at first, but falls in love with it immediately

He likes cuddling up with you whenever he's had a long day, seeking comfort in your embrace

Kiss his face, stroke his hair and back, whisper soft reassurances to him, and he'll relax, eventually falling asleep in your arms

Buries his face in your neck

Sometimes, a few tears slip

When this happens he just wants to hug you in silence

Don't even mention it, just hold him through it

Kiss away his tears

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Absolutely loves being the small spoon

It doesn't matter if he's bigger than you, he still loves it

Nuzzle his neck, leave kisses on the nape of his neck, kiss his ear

He'll reach back to tangle his hand in your hair to pull you in for a kiss

Giggles and smiles the whole time

He's just so happy when he gets to spend time with his lover, and he absolutely loves physical contact

Sometimes likes to just hug you face-to-face, so he can admire you

Will just stare at you with a dazed expression and a dumb smile on his face, cupping your face in his hands

Absolutely flirts with you and ruins the mood

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Face-to-face, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled together

Lots of kisses on boths sides

Eye contact

Either foreheads touching or one of you nuzzling the other's neck

Doesn't talk much, just likes the closeness

Be gentle with him - he has a lot of bruises and scars (he falls out of helicopters more than the average person)

Will probably fall asleep pretty quickly - he's exhausted because he usually does the hard work on most missions

You better not leave after he falls asleep because he will wake up, but he won't say anything, he'll just curl in on himself and be a little sad

Alejandro Vargas

Hugging you from behind

It doesn't matter if you're sitting, standing, or lying down, he will hug you from behind

Either arms wrapped around your waist or hands on your hips

Caresses your hips in slow soothing circles

Kisses your neck and shoulders, doesn't stop even if you ask him to (unless you're being actually serious)

Will snake a hand under your shirt if you're wearing one, but won't try anything if you're not up for it, just wants to feel the warmth

Whispers compliments in Spanish against your skin

Purposefully makes his voice deeper and more gravelly because he thinks it's seductive (it can be, but sometimes it's just funny)

Likes to watch whatever you're doing

Rodolfo Parra

Loves being hugged from behind

Also loves being face-to-face because he can pepper his partner's face with kisses and they can do the same to him

Generally just wants to be as close and intimate as possible

Whispers little compliments and praises

Goes from English to Spanish to Spanglish and keeps cycling through them

Loves having his hair touched and caressed, it's calming to him

He could fall asleep just from his lover carding through his hair

Has Spanish petnames for you and he uses them a lot

Phillip Graves

Absolutely loves being little spoon but is in denial

Doesn't believe in intimacy (I headcanon him as someone whose parents didn't give him enough love and affection in his childhood, actually I have a whole ass backstory for him does anyone wanna see it)

When you first convince him to cuddle with you, he will comply very reluctantly

Extremely stiff at first, doesn't know where to put his hands or what to do

Guide him through that and give him reassuring little kisses and caresses and he will be putty in your hands

Likes burying his face in your neck, shoulder, or chest with your arms wrapped around him

It makes him feel safe and cared for

Might cry a little the first time you hug him like this, but, like Ghost, he doesn't want to talk about it

Alex Keller

Loves holding you and loves being held

He's a little shy at first

Keeps checking in with you, asking if you're comfortable, it's cute

Absolutely has trouble falling asleep if you're not there so he can hold you

Kiss the top of his head and he will close his eyes and nuzzle closer to you

He cannot relax until you hug him and he hugs you back

Buries his face in your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist whenever you guys are hugging

He has trouble letting go afterward

Likes being hugged like that too if you're big/tall enough

He just wants kisses and cuddles, his lover's arms are his favorite place to be

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tomssexdoll · 19 days

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ok bookie this might seem weird but trust me😔🙏 2009 bill (dreads) x fem reader and theyre getting freaky. like shes riding him, hes fingering her, she sucks his dick, he eats her out, and then they go doggy style and bill accidentally pounds into the reader so hard she falls off the bed and gets a little owie. then bill starts apologizing and he feels really bad so they cuddle for the rest of the night

its ok if u dont wanna do this lmao😭

HAHAHAH YES OMG ILY

Me and Bill has been fucking for hours, it started off with me teasing him at a dinner party, running my foot up and down his leg, palming his cock under the table. He got fed up and made us leave early, storming out and dragging me with him, leaving everyone confused.

When we got home he pushed me onto the bed, dragging my dress off and ripping my panties off, he started to eat me out like a starved man, absolutely devouring my pussy.

Then he pushed me onto my knees, grabbing his cock out and shoving it down my throat, making me gag and choke, shooting his hot load into my mouth.

Once he was finished with that he dragged me back onto the bed, shoving his fingers into my pussy, thrusting harshly, "oh Bill!" I cried out, feeling his fingers stretch my needy pussy out.

"So naughty.." he groaned, pistoning his fingers in my sopping cunt, juices leaking everywhere. "Mmm! Bill!" I whimpered, legs trembling.

I was super tired at this point, my body giving out, yet he still wanted more, pent up with energy from my facade earlier. He slammed me onto his cock, making me ride his big cock, screams and sobs coming from my lips as he stretched me out even more, his tip stabbing into my g spot.

After shooting another load into me he let me rest for a bit, wanting to gain some energy back himself.

"Give me one more orgasm, ok baby?" he smirked, flipping me over and starting to roughly pound into me from behind, his hold on my hips brutal, nails digging into the flesh.

"You feel so good around my cock..so tight" he groaned, smacking my ass harshly, his tip once again slamming into my sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout my whole body.

I desperatly held onto the sheets, my moans getting louder at each thrust, mascara filled tears dripping down my cheeks. "Such a bad girl.." he growled, slamming his hips into my ass, balls slapping against my pussy roughly.

"Ohh fuck!" I whined, my tits bouncing like crazy with how hard he was fucking me, his cock felt so good in me, hitting all the spots I loved. "Cum for me baby.." he demanded, his thrusts only getting harsher, the sound of skin slapping filling the room, drowning out any other noise.

"Ohhh fuck!" Bill took his hands off my hips for a split second, he pounded into me too harshly, sending me flying off the bed and onto the cold, wooden floor.

"Ah!" I yelped, scraping my arm in the process. Bill snorted a little, not realizing how hurt I was until I started to tear up, "oh baby..fuck..." he rushed to my side, picking me up and placing me on the bed with him, coming behind me and spooning me.

"I'm so sorry baby..I shouldn't of been so harsh on you" he sighed, caressing my stomach softly, kissing my neck repeatedly. He frowned at my scrape, kissing it softly.

I turned around, nuzzling my face into his bare chest, holding onto him tightly, "are you ok now schatz? I'm so so sorry honey" he winced, kissing the top of my head gently.

"I'm fine baby..can we just cuddle..I'm not in the mood anymore" I looked up at him, he nodded quickly, wrapping his arm around my back and holding me close, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

E/N: the other sex acts that wasnt doggy were rushed cause i feel like that's how you wanted it, if it isn't just msg me and i can recreate it :)

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @kaulitzsbabyy @tomsonlyslut @ballhair @estxkios @ge-billsgf @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 4 months

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Better Than I Imagined

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: I wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red)

Nanami patiently waited outside of the infirmary while Shoko was healing you. He paced back and forth, not wanting to rest until he saw you happily walking out through the doors.

You weren’t injured badly. You took a hard hit on your side that you were bleeding. But you knew it wasn’t anything major. At least when you have Shoko tending your injuries, you’ll be good as new. Yet, Nanami was impatient. He opened the door. You sat on the table, only wearing your sports bra. When you looked up at him, the two of you blushed.

“Oh, Nanami,” Shoko said. “Don’t worry. She’s almost done.” Nanami regained composure as he fixed his glasses and stood up straight.

“Okay,” he said and walked closer to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Good as new, Kento-kun!” you replied optimistically. Nanami nodded.

“That’s good,” he said, his tone softer in his response.

“You’re being a worrywart,” Shoko commented. Nanami blushed. “Alright, all done.”

“Thank you, Shoko,” you said gratefully. Shoko nodded with a smile. She leaned in closer to your ear.

“Tell your boyfriend that you’re strong,” she said. “He’s got nothing to worry about.” You blushed. Shoko chuckled and walked away. You sat there flustered while putting your shirt back on. Nanami walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he asked curiously. You nodded. “I’ll bring you home.”

“I-I’ll be okay,” you replied. “Thank you though.” Nanami frowned but nodded.

“Just text me when you get home,” he said.

“I will.”

Yet, Nanami stayed behind. He walked with you back to the office so you could work on your reports.

“Thank you for walking with me, Kento-kun,” you said with a smile on your face. Oh how he loves your smile. How badly he just wants to kiss you.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “How long do you plan to stay here?”

“I’m not sure. I won’t be too late though. I think I’m staying around the city tomorrow. I don’t want to hold you up though. I know you’re not a fan of working overtime. Tonight’s your chance to get off on time,” you said. Nanami smiled softly. He almost reached out to caress your cheek. “B-But, company is nice.” Watching you blush made him blush. He rubbed the back of his head.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that,” he answered.

The evening was quiet. You sat comfortably in your chair while writing in your reports. Nanami took the small couch as he did his. He would glance up at you. He imagines himself walking up behind you and wrapping you in his arms while he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. He sighed which caught your attention.

“Kento-kun, if you don’t want to be here—“

“I want to be here,” he immediately said. Nanami cleared his throat. He stood up and walked over to you. You watched him carefully, curious to what his next move would be.

“Kento-kun?” Nanami was flustered. The usual calm and collected man was in a thought block. He didn’t know where he was going with this. You blushed at his blushing face. Slowly, you stood up. You smiled cutely and went up on your tippy toes and gave him a peck on the lips. “Just how I imagined but better.”

“W-What’s better?” he asked curiously.

“Your lips,” you answered. “I always wondered how they felt.”

“Me too,” his whispered softly as softly caressed your cheek.

He watched the color of your cheeks change to a tint of pink. He smiled and leaned in. He kissed you softly that made you feel weak in the knees. When you felt his tongue touch your lips, you parted them to let him in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed on to his lips harder. He held you by the waist and kept you close to him. When he pulled away, Nanami gave you small kisses to your cheeks, nose, and then your forehead.

“We can go to the city tomorrow together,” he said. “And, we can have lunch together. And maybe dinner when work is over.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Kento-kun?” you asked with a smile. Nanami nodded. “Sounds like a plan.”

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xo-cod · 8 months

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desperately beggin simon to fuck u he's so nice and gentle he doesn't wanna hurt u :'(

he's just so :(( i think i misunderstood this ask LOL but i'm too tired to change it 😩😩

him being absolutely nervous to even initiate because he's this big brutal soldier, he's ghost. so he needs you to be absolutely sure that this is what you want, that you want this just as bad as him <33

if he's in the slow romantic mood, he's so soft and gentle throughout. caressing your skin as if he'll never be able to touch it holding your body as if you're the most precious thing he's ever held, cherishing every single pretty sound that falls from your lips. his face nuzzling your soft skin, your scent something he could never tire from. when you're both tired and he's clinging onto you like a lifeline, soft praise falling from his lips on the brink of exhaustion and euphoria. he doesn't even want to pull out, his hips lazily rutting in you desperately while he paws your body. he doesn't usually let his feelings run his body but all his walls have broken before you, he physically can't help himself

simon's so touchy, he needs your skin to keep him safe and sane. you both fall asleep, you caged in his big muscular arms as his heartbeat lulls you asleep. his nose is buried in your hair, your smell simultaneously soothing his soul and setting his heart on fire <3

#asks #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader smut

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honeyshiddendesire · 2 months

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Pet Name Headcanon List

Smoker x female reader- baby doll

Warnings: hand job, hand kink, praise kink, dirty talk, soft Smoker

*banner*

Sometimes Smoker just wanted to relax and what better way than in the pretty manicured hands of his lover. Currently he was panting as he carefully leaned back against you, being mindful not to press his entire weight against you. “Shit baby doll just like that. Ugh ~”

You kissed along his neck, nipping and sucking the strong muscles of his shoulders as your pretty hand was wrapped around his heavy cock. “Always working so hard to keep everyone safe huh, to keep me safe. You're such a good marine, such a good man.” He shivered hearing your words, goosebumps erupting on his pale skin as he leaned his head back on your chest.

“Ah~ugh son of a bitch ~ so good baby doll.” Smoker groaned, his tense jaw relaxing as you turned his head with your free hand. Kissing his jaw towards his lips to lick at the bottom one, “Love your thick cock baby, so heavy and so perfect. Always filling my pussy so full till I'm shaking.”

“Nngh fuck baby doll you're gonna make me cum.” Smoker grunted against your glossy lips and you leaned closer, locking your lips with his. Your grip on his cock tightening, thumb rubbing at his leaky tip before slowly dragging down. Your tongue swirls around his before sucking gently, making him moan. His arms shook from keeping himself up and you only held him closer to you, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting together lewdly.

“Yeah? Does my big strong marine wanna cum?” You question as you lick your lips staring at his half lidded eyes. Smoker nodding his head quickly loving whenever he can let his guard down like this with you. “Shit yeah baby doll. Fuck- please don't stop darlin.” His tone was shaky as you caress his cheek to kiss along his face.

“Wouldn't dream of it handsome. Come on Smoker baby lemme see it. I wanna see your big cock cum all over my pretty hands, I know you love so much.” You tell him and look down where you're holding his angry red cock. You smile as he nuzzles his face into your neck only working his cock faster as your thumb rubs his cheek.

“Shitshitshit! Oh fuck!” You watch in fascination as his gorgeous abs tense and cock twitch in your palm. “C-cumming! Fuck baby doll gonna …ahh! Nngh! F-fuck~” Smoker's body tenses and hips stutter upwards into your palm, fists digging into the couch as thick creamy cum shoots from his heavy cock. “Fuckin hell baby doll!” His voice a long groan as you keep stroking, milking his cock for all it's worth until he was shaking against you.

“Ahhh! Fuuuck~! B-baby doll please!” He pleads but you only kiss his forehead. “Shh baby I know you got another pent up in there for me.”

With his eyes rolling back and body shaking wildly he knew you were gonna have him in your arms for a long~ night.

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yasu-1234 · 3 months

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sleepy sex with your boyfriend, choso.

pairing: choso x afab reader words: 3,000 contains: 69 (oral sex), p in v sex, overstimulation, and choso being clingy mood: eepy, comfy, slow author’s note: it was rainy today. what a coincidence !

The storm outside your window has finally calmed into a gentle patter of rain, the howling winds have faded into a soft breeze threading the trees that frame your streets, and yet nothing is as comforting as the sound of Choso coming home; the jingling of his keys by your front door, his husky voice announcing that he’s home, and the heavy trudging of his feet against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to your bedroom.

It’s an hour past midnight. Much later than his usual arrival.

He opens the door and finds you seated upright on the bed, your back propped up by a pillow, your smile calm and radiant as you look up from your book to meet his weary eyes. The bedside lamp casts a soft, golden hue inside the bedroom, warm and comforting, as if the room itself has embraced the love shared within its walls.

“Hey, you,” you greet him. You close your book and place it on the nightstand.

Choso doesn’t reply. Instead, he strips down to his boxers with a huff, raises the duvet, and crawls across the mattress until he reaches the space between your legs. He sinks his weight against your torso with a heavy sigh, home at last in the solace of your arms.

“Baby…” he mutters as he nuzzles into your chest, his voice soft and gravelly from exhaustion. “I missed you.”

You carefully remove his hair ties and run your fingers through his locks, untangling his hair and soothing the pressure from his scalp. He sighs from relief and his breath is warm against your skin. The scent of rain and the outdoors cling to him, crisp and rejuvenating in its earthiness, like fresh dew drops dripping into soil.

“I missed you too,” you say softly.

“Did I make you wait too long?”

“A little bit. But you’re here now, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“You must’ve been so lonely…” he replies. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He reaches for your hand to press your knuckles against his lips. Kissing you with gentleness and care. To Choso, you are delicate, exquisite; to be held softly in his hands and treated with infinite tenderness and worship. To Choso, you are meant to be savored. To be indulged. Whether it’s with attention or gifts or sex. He hated to be away from you; much more, he hated for you to be alone. Lying in bed in the late hours of the night, longing to fall asleep in his arms, surrounded by his warmth.

Choso grinds his teeth, chastising himself for such a shortcoming. He’s always been hard on himself when it comes to the people he loves. And so dramatic. A testament to his tender, oversized heart.

“It’s been an awful storm. It’s not your fault. You don’t have to apologize,” you say fondly, hoping to soothe his worry.

He shakes his head, “I still can’t help but feel bad about it.”

He leans upwards to kiss you. His soft, plush lip finds tender purchase in the space between yours. You part your lips and Choso groans softly, deep in his chest, as he seizes the chance to deepen the kiss. Your back bows as you feel his soft tongue flow past your lips, meeting you with a gentle, circular caress, sending tremors along your nerves.

His hands drag sluggishly over your skin. His weight is heavy against your body. Even his kisses feel slow and loose. As if they can stop anytime.

“You’re tired,” you whisper against his lips. “You should rest.”

“No, baby, I’m fine… Just let me do this. Please,” he whispers back. He removes the extra pillow behind you and guides you to lie on your back. Then he rests on his elbows as his fingers brush your hair away from your face, gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes before he plants kisses on your forehead and on your cheeks.

“I wanna do this for you,” he continues.

You give a resigned sigh as Choso drags his warm lips from your cheek down to your neck. Leaving a chill, electrified trail in its wake, raising waves of goosebumps from under your flesh. Then he nuzzles against your chest. And for a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep then and there. Until his hand slips underneath your shirt, pulling it upwards to expose your chest.

Choso buries his face against your bare skin.

He starts to knead and suckle on your breasts, his hot mouth encircling your nipple, rubbing the soft, succulent tip of his tongue around and around your stiff bud. The sensation of his tongue is delicate, and yet somehow, searing—a pleasure that begins as a gentle, flickering in your breasts that surges into a nearly painful throbbing between your legs. Your hand drifts downward, hoping your fingers will relieve that ache. But Choso wraps his hand around your wrist, pinning it up to the side of your head.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he mutters, looking at you with a sleepy, yet tender gaze. “Just leave it to me, okay? I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”

Choso takes your other wrist and pins it to your side as he continues relishing your breasts, your body writhes and bows and shudders as you grow helpless against his gentle mouth. Then he plants his thigh between your legs and starts rubbing it against your aching core. You moan and spread your legs, your panties soaking against his thigh, as you ride each wave of relief against your clit.

“So wet already,” he whispers. “Let me taste you…”

“Please,” you answer.

Choso takes his kisses southward, his lips drifting across your sternum, your stomach, down to your belly, until he pulls your panties off and lays them on the side of the bed. He pushes his hair back as he admires the way your pussy flutters under his gaze—so wet and pretty and inviting. He parts you open with his thumb and closes his eyes. Then he kisses your pussy as if it were your lips; with a soft tongue gliding along your slit, a hot sigh against your skin, and soft lips that close around your aching clit. Tasting, caressing, then devouring. You grab the pillow underneath you and moan, your toes curling as you melt and throb in his tongue.

“Rub it against my face, baby,” he tells you. “Kiss me back.”

“Oh god—“ you whimper as you move your hips, rubbing your pussy in time with his mouth. Choso moans as his lips move with greater hunger. He spits on his fingers and starts prodding your entrance. His lips remain suctioned against your clit as he glides his thick fingers inside, curling and pressing that spot that you love.

Your taste, your scent, your softness, and your needy, satisfied moans rocket straight from Choso’s senses down to his hardening cock. You notice the slow, sensual rolling of his backside as he ruts against the mattress, rubbing his cock against your sheets to tease himself. Nothing arouses him more than the sounds of your pleasure.

You thread your fingers along his soft hair.

“Choso,” you sigh. “Get in here… Let me taste you too…”

He looks up, his eyes glazed with need, “Are you sure?”

You nod and he sighs as he maneuvers his hips.

“Thank you…” he whispers.

Together, you lie on your sides; with your head resting comfortably on his muscular thigh, and his head resting on yours. You help him shrug off his boxers to reveal his cock—thick, smooth, and long, with a shaft so translucent and pale that you can see the thin, purplish veins snaking underneath his skin like a delicate web. You wrap your hands around the base and rub your tongue along the salty and textured underside of his crown, your hand twisting as it glides up and down.

Choso’s hips stutter.

“A-ah!” He groans. He’s always been so sensitive to your touch. “Slow and gentle, baby. Slow and gentle. Please. I don’t wanna cum so fast.”

“Alright, baby,” you whisper back, and his cock twitches as your breath hits his slit.

You wrap your lips around his head, sucking him with shallow strokes, your hand firm and steady around his base. You roll the tip of your tongue around his sensitive tip and each drop of precum tastes sweeter than the last. Choso hums and kisses your pussy once again; the slow and languorous movement of his tongue sends pulses of pleasure all the way to your hair-ends, lulling you into a deep state of comfort; enough to let your head sink deeper and deeper between his thighs, sliding his cock to the back of your tongue until it dwells inside your warm throat.

“God, you’re incredible,” Choso moans and grunts, his thighs nearly vibrating from the hot and tight sensation. “Keep going baby… it feels–so good.”

You keep his cock buried inside your throat like a sleeve, your hand gripping his thigh and his backside, moving only to catch your breath and to keep him sensitive. And in return, he slides a stiff tongue inside of your entrance, his chin rubbing against your clit, savoring your delicate taste and the tightness of your walls. Choso flutters and rolls his tongue, and your nails dig into his thick thighs as you grind your hips against his mouth. And the pleasure he gives you flows back to him when you moan around his cock, teasing him with the vibrations of your throat.

You stay like this for moments, savoring and being savored, indulging and being indulged. Your hips and lips and fingers sway and curl in the same unhurried rhythm, wanting to stretch these sensations as long as you can. And your moans spill into each other’s cores as you revel in mutual pleasure.

You withdraw and look down towards your lover; his eyes closed and his brow upturned, licking your cunt like a sleepy little kitten, indulging in his milk. You smile and reach down to caress his jaw.

“You okay down there?” You ask.

“Mmhm…” he hums. “I could die like this…”

You laugh softly. “Come back to me, baby.”

He shifts and crawls on top of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and resting his entire weight on your body. He starts kissing your neck as you feel his cock press between your legs.

“Do you need me?” he asks softly, rubbing his cock against your clit, seeking permission to enter.

“I need you,” you whisper back. And his hips shift ever so slightly as his tip plunges inside your slit; a smooth and slick entrance, but with a thickness that stretches your walls—a hazy blur between pleasure and pain.

You wrap your arms around his smooth back, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he sinks deeper and deeper, until your hips finally touch and Choso sinks into you with a shudder. You moan, feeling fuller and tighter with his cock so close to your womb.

He nuzzles his eyelids against your shoulder. Quiet and unmoving. His breath hot and labored against your skin. You laugh softly, wondering if the overwhelming pleasure has knocked him unconscious.

“Choso?” You call to him, scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

“Hm?”

“Still with me, baby?”

He smiles against your skin, “Yeah. It’s just—you feel so fucking good.”

He finally moves his hips, slow and steady like rolling waves. You moan softly into his ear as his cock drags and hits all the right spots. And the sound of your voice provokes his hips to move faster; his hands wandering and grabbing every soft inch of your flesh, his lips biting and suckling on the base of your neck.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he sighs. “It’s like I’m made for you.”

He tilts his head to look down on you with a needy and primal gaze, his breath growing shallower as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. His hips snap against your skin, almost like a slap. Hot, coiling pleasure sears inside your belly as his presence overwhelms your senses; his deep, needy groans, his soft tongue against yours, the nebulous saltiness of his scent, and his heavy cock between your legs. Fucking you until you cling unto him for grounding, as if he’s the only one who can prevent your soul from falling into the abyss.

Choso grabs the back of your head, tilting you to meet his gaze.

“Do I feel good?” He asks you with ragged breaths.

“Y-yeah,” you moan. “So good.”

“Am I fucking you right?” He asks again.

“So right…”

“Do you love me?”

“I love you.”

His lips tremble, “Say that again. Please?”

“I love you…”

You said it with such earnest, such honesty, and with so much affection behind your hazy eyes, that a strangled noise leaves Choso’s throat. Prompting him to drive his cock upwards, hitting you at the perfect angle, with the perfect rhythm. So desperate to please, so desperate to finish. You cry out in ecstasy; your nails digging into his back as he hurtles you closer and closer to your peak.

“Choso–,” you moan.

“I know,” he huffs. “Me too.”

Choso’s abs tighten, his cock rumbling inside your tight cunt, his moans ragged as he nears his climax. But he grits his teeth with a hiss, trying his best to reign it in. Not yet, he thinks to himself. Not until you finish first.

“Cum for me, baby. Please,” he pleads. “Please, let me feel you.”

He reaches down to rub your clit with his thumb. And the sudden sting of pleasure breaks you apart—your body thrashing helplessly against the strength of your climax. The rush of blood feels searing hot underneath your skin, muffling and blurring the rest of your senses. And your walls begin to contract around his cock with an urgent rhythm, squeezing him and heightening his pleasure.

“Hngh— yes, yes, just like that, baby. Keep going for me. Keep going for me, please,” Choso rambles in between strangled moans. His hips nearly a blur as he fucks you for his climax.

Choso relishes the sight of you; your lips parted, your eyelids lowered, your head tilted back and snared frozen by ecstasy as you come on his cock. His cock. Through his rhythm and his thrusts. And no one else’s. Pride and love and passion swell in his chest as he gives you that rapturous, bone-melting pleasure that you deserve, drawing out a face that looks this fucking beautiful. An expression so radiant in its purity and so raw in its vulnerability.

He holds your head and torso steady, his thrusts growing frantic and relentless, devoid of any rhythm or restraint. And you bite back a scream as the drag of his cock becomes rough and overwhelming. Sustaining your climax until it consumes you in monstrous, cascading waves.

“Just a little more, baby. I’m so close, I’m so fucking close—ah—yes—“

You feel a sudden surge of heat as Choso’s come bursts straight into your womb, flooding you until you leak. His thighs shake and his hips jerk in a desperate staccato—grinding his cock to milk the rest of his spent, moaning and whispering your name as if in worship, until the words melt into a soft sigh on his lips. And his desperate thrusts halt into stillness. And his firm grip against your skin loosens into a soft rubbing of his thumb.

The earlier passion has faded into tenderness and soothing.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he says, panting.

“Not in a way I don’t like,” you answer.

His lips curl into a smile. He reaches upwards to caress your cheek.

“Can I keep holding you like this?” He asks. And you nod in response.

Your mind floats weightlessly, the rest of the world melting into mist like a distant dream. Your bodies remain melded together, and you forget where your body ends and where Choso’s begin. You forget which breath is yours and which is his when he kisses you with unbridled affection. You don’t even know if your fleeting thoughts are yours as your mind crawls toward lucidity. Perhaps it’s just his words echoing in your mind. But none of these are confusing to you. Such sensations are typical for two souls who share a heart; for lovers who know each other's bodies as well as they know their own. And Choso has mapped your body a thousand times; with his eyes, when he was pining for you, and with the rest of him when he was finally yours.

Choso withdraws and tucks your face towards the curve of his neck, resting your head on his arm, then pulling you closer to his chest with a large, flat hand. He drapes you with his weight, surrounding you with his radiant heat and his comforting scent. You can feel the way his chest expands and contracts in the rhythm of your breathing. You find soothing in the ebb and flow of your bodies. Your eyelids sink from the comfort of his embrace and the weight of your exhaustion.

There is no greater expression of tenderness and trust than the way you fall asleep in each other’s arms. With his eyes closed and his body growing limp, Choso has never looked so vulnerable and helpless. And yet he folds his arms protectively around you, as if he can shield you from the world in his sleep. At the same time, he curls his body into your form, tucking his thighs in between yours, making himself small enough for you to embrace the most of him. Because to Choso, you’re a sanctuary. A person from which he draws security and strength. And so you close your eyes, comfortable in this mutual dependency, in being both vulnerable and protective, finding solace in the warmth of each other's presence.

originally posted on ao3 thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! art by @WYY1KWKV88gg8uo on x

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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Two Birds In A Nest (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob are just beginning to build your lives in Montana and hope that your family will grow with it

Warnings: Talks about starting a family, wanting a family, smut etc.

Your moans were tied together with Bob's even as you felt him gutter into you, an explosion of warmth blooming between your legs as your heavy breathing began to even out with each other's. You reached up, placing a hot hand against Bob's chest, feeling his fast heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Oh baby," he sighed happily, nuzzling your cheeks and your jaw. "My sweet (y/n), I can't get enough of you."

You giggled a little as you felt his baby smooth skin against yours, the both of you still sensitive to each other's kissing and caressing. Bob helped you up from your bed and into the bathroom, running a hot bath for the both of you to get you cleaned up. God it was heaven being in your brand new bathroom and not having to worry about who would be up at some ungodly hour of the morning to hog the shower. The steam carried with it the smell of Bob's Irish Spring body wash that he used on the both of you, gently washing every part of you that he could touch. Back into your shared bedroom you both went, crawling under the warm covers as the blizzard outside began to rage. Your house however, was so cozy and warm, the dogs sleeping soundly in their crates while the cats had taken to the laundry room in the finished basement.

You and Bob lay facing each other, chest to chest, tits pressing against each other and still warm from the bath. He looked like a dream with his soft cheeks, his limpid blue eyes that reminded you of the forget-me-nots that popped in your garden every spring. The lazy but loving smile on his face was almost the same as his dad's, the spitting image in all those family photos of Bob as a baby being held by Joe, his father.

Yet there was something that stirred and ached in your chest. You couldn't put your finger on what it was or why it was there, but it was.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Bob asked, seeing the worrisome look playing with your face.

"Do you ever feel like something's missing?" you asked in reply.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," you answered a little sadly. "I just.....I pass by one of the empty rooms and all I can see in there is you standing over a crib.....a little baby in your arms.....maybe you're sitting in the rocker singing and rocking him or her to sleep."

Bob could feel his eyes burning and a few loose tears beginning to form. Growing up the youngest in a big family, he spent endless days playing with all his nieces and nephews, sometimes watching them while his brothers and sisters either didn't have the time to do so or had to go on a SEAL team mission like his oldest sister, Reagan's husband. Picking them up from school, playing with them and taking care of them had made him feel as though there had been a hole somewhere that he could just hardly fill. Ever since the two of you had gotten married, he wanted so badly to have just that....a family of your own and a house that truly felt like home.

"Oh baby," he cooed, kissing your cheeks. "It'll happen, don't you worry."

You had hoped so. God you had hoped so. It was all you could think about, even when you were at the school trying to teach your fifth graders about ancient India and having to fill one side of the chalkboard with a drawing from The Ramayana. Now that you and Bob could finally have the time to try, you were excited, happy, nervous and scared all at once.

"Do you....do you wanna try?" you asked him a little meekly.

You felt him roll his body on top of yours, the heat intensifying a little bit from the heavy duvet you only used in the winter. "Hell yes," Bob murmured, his lips gently grazing against yours.

You felt him kiss you gently, just as he had done earlier that night, the wetness beginning to build again between your legs as his red hot, throbbing cock slipped inside you with ease. You sighed and moaned happily as his hips thrust gently in and out of you, slowly drawing your orgasm out of you. It was almost like the blizzard outside, dizzying and a wild flurry of moans, groaning and skin slapping against skin before everything calmed down and you and Bob were resting skin-to-skin against each other.

"You think this one will take?" you asked sleepily.

"I've got a feeling," Bob yawned.

Sure enough it did. After almost a week of you waking up sick, you and Bob were over the moon to find that it had taken, the tears filling his eyes when he hears the baby's heartbeat for the first time, more so when you learn that it's a little boy, your tiny little August Robert Floyd, who becomes the biggest blessing your family has ever received.

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seepylilthing · 1 year

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Your eyes flutter open, you register the skeletal figure resting in your arms . Sighing softly, Sans was still fast asleep in your embrace .

But that's how it always was, you were always the first to wake up . And you didn't mind it one bit, especially on days when you didn't work . The feeling of your bodies intertwined like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together was something that you cherished .

You reach a hand up to stroke the back of his skull, smiling as you heard a contented hum escape him . Ah, he was so cute when he was asleep .

You didn't wanna leave your bed, at least not until he woke up . So you would stay here for a while, snuggling the sleeping skeleton, leaving an occasional kiss on his forehead .

Eventually his closed eye sockets would open slowly, tired eyes looking up at you as you held him close .

"hi . . . " he'd say sleepily .

"Hey there, sleepy bones . . ." You'd speak softly, pressing another kiss upon his forehead . "Good morning, my dear ."

"mornin . . ." He says, but he closes his eyes and nestles himself further into the embrace .

You chuckle, squeezing him gently .

"Hey I thought we were waking up !" You squish your cheek to the top of his head, despite your statement you wouldn't mind staying here a little longer .

"nah ." He puts simply . "comfy here ."

You roll onto your back, now holding him atop you like a loafing cat .

"Yeah, I'm comfy here too . . ." You sigh .

"heh . . ." He lifts his head slightly to place a little kiss on your cheek . "you don't work today right . . . ? we could stay here all day . . ."

"As incredible as that would be, we'll have to eat eventually ." You keep one arm around him as you other rests at your side, and you stare at the ceiling .

"hm . you have a point ." He nuzzles your neck . "you should stop being so cozy then ."

"Hehe, I dunno if that's possible, Sans ." You continue to stroke the back of his skull .

He hums softly, closing his eyes again .

"i love you ." He's melting at your touch .

"I love you too . . ." You chuckle . "Now let's get up, yeah ?"

"hmmmm . . . carry me . . . ?" He opens his eyes, looking at you with that stupid grin .

"You're too much, do you know that ?" You sit up, placing both your hands to cup his cheeks .

He raises his hands to hold onto your arms .

"it's not my fault you're so warm . . ." He retorts .

"Yeah it is," You press your forehead to his . "Because you warm my heart ."

"wow, that's so corny, [Y/N] ." He has that smug look on his face .

". . . I'm gonna kill you ." You say .

"i think you should kiss me instead, it'd be a lot more polite ." He says so nonchalantly .

You can't help but laugh at this, letting out a small "Fine, fine !" as you lean in to kiss him .

There was hardly ever a sad moment when you were around him, and even when there was, you would always comfort each other through it . And in moments like these, you felt as if you were truly, always made for one another .

Pulling your lips away, gently caressing his now soft blue cheekbones with your thumbs, you smile so warmly to your dear husband .

"You're the best . . ." You whisper .

"yes you are ." He replies .

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xe-n4 · 9 months

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love in learning

feat. oliver, nagi & sae note: i wrote this ages ago (reupload) contains: i don't remember & i'm not rereading it total: 1,303

—OLIVER

He knew he shouldn’t. But it was right there. The blue notebook you’ve been scribbling in for the last few weeks. It seemed like you were researching something because you had your laptop with you. But you never let Oliver know the contents of it, slamming both the book and laptop shut whenever you saw him.

He was curious.

Oliver’s fingers danced around the notebook. He debated with himself. Open it or leave it alone. He may never know what’s inside that book. But you would tell when you were ready, right?

So he opened it.

Oliver flicked through the pages, eyes scanning the words. He didn’t understand what he was looking at until he saw the word ‘centre-back’. A grin crept onto his face when he noticed the little doodle of himself next to it.

You filled the pages with information about football and his favourite players. His heart swelled with joy as he continued to peruse through it. The rules, the positions and their purposes. He couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, Oli, have you seen—”

You cut yourself off upon seeing your boyfriend with your notebook. Wave after wave of embarrassment hit you with no mercy, not allowing you time to breathe. Heat spread from your chest to your neck and your hands balled into fists at your sides.

Oliver stared—you stared as well. The silence was killing you, but the smirk that played on his lips made it worse. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. Maybe living underground wouldn’t be so bad.

“Care to explain?” he teased as he gestured to the book.

You shook your head.

“No? Okay then, let’s read from it, shall we?” His eyes glinted as he flipped to the next page. “If the score is equal—”

Something went off in you and you went over to cover his mouth, snatching the book away. Oliver moved your hand off of his face and laughed at your pouting face.

He wrapped his arms around your torso and leaned in. “Aw, my baby’s so cute,” he spoke as if he was talking to a child.

“Shut up, old man.” You buried your face in his neck to run away from his teasing.

“Are you embarrassed?” Oliver leaned back and his hands caressed your chin. His grip was firm but gentle and the feeling brought you a sense of familiarity. But it couldn’t get rid of how humiliated you felt.

“Y/n, thank you,” Oliver said with a smile. Not one to tease you with, but a genuine smile from a place of happiness.

Confusion plastered itself all over your features. “What... did I do?”

“The book.” Your eyes widened, and he hurried to clear the air. “Thank you for trying to understand me and the sport I love. You didn’t have to, going to the games is enough.”

“The games are kinda boring when you don’t know what’s happening,” you mumbled.

“Maybe. But thank you anyway.” Oliver planted a kiss on your forehead.

—NAGI

Nagi was lying on his stomach with his phone in hand. He was watching video compilations of traps and other defensive moves. Normally, you’d have no interest in it. Football was Nagi’s thing. But you felt different about it today.

Once you crawled onto the bed next to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Hey, Sei?” He hummed. “What’s a trap?”

He answered without looking away from the screen. “It’s a move to keep control of the ball.”

“Cool.”

This was going nowhere.

You didn’t know how to ask him, but he also didn’t seem interested. Maybe I’ll try later. You moved off the bed to leave when a hand gripped your wrist tightly. Nagi pulled you back effortlessly. You landed on his chest and he kept you there, putting one arm encompassing you. His other hand still held his phone and resumed the video.

“Where’re you going?” he mumbled. Nagi didn’t really want an answer. “Stay.”

“I thought you were busy—”

“I can multitask.” Nagi nuzzled into you. “What d’you wanna know?”

“Um... I guess I didn’t really think this through,” you chuckled nervously and Nagi pinched your side in response.

“So unprepared,” he jokingly scolded.

Nagi clicked through his phone before setting it in front of you. The video began with the camera scanning through the crowd. People of all different backgrounds cheering from the sidelines with flags, banners and some even had face paint on them.

The camera then showed the players walking on the field in their flashy uniforms, and the crowd cheered and screamed even louder. The bright lights above the stadium made the grass look lighter than it was.

“Sei, what’s this?”

“Football game,” he replied. “I’ll talk you through it.”

“I like that you want to know more. It made me feel something inside. I liked it.”

You laughed at his simplistic way of describing his emotions, then he shushed you when the game started. Nagi pointed to each of the players when he talked about their positions. He explained the moves they did and why someone got a yellow card.

His soft voice brought you comfort, which made it easier to concentrate on the sport, though you barely understood it.

After the game ended, Nagi stared at you expectantly, silently asking for your opinion. “It was fun.” was your only response.

It was. Maybe your judgement before was biased, but now you had a better understanding of why your boyfriend loved it so much.

—SAE

“I thought you didn’t like football,” Sae said with a straight face, looking up from his laptop

“Well... I thought it would be fun if you taught me some stuff,” you replied, rubbing the back of your neck. His stare made your heart race and your ears sting. Not in a good way.

“What’s the point if you don’t care about it,” he grumbled as he went back to what he was doing. A very obvious tell that he didn’t want the conversation to continue.

You sat down in the chair next to him and interlocked your pinkies. “I care about you though.”

Sae’s eyes flicked from your joined hands to your face a few times before he sighed. A small smile made its way onto his face. He properly intertwined your hands and leaned down to kiss them.

“Get changed, we’re going out.” was the only instruction he gave. Though he implied that wearing anything fancy would be a terrible idea.

And he was right.

Sae took you to the nearest football centre and rented out a small field. Goals stood tall and mighty on each side, and white lines ran across the grass. The sun was still beaming down, and you wished that you’d just kept it to yourself.

“Is this really necessary?” you whined before walking onto the grass.

Your boyfriend was ahead, holding a ball against his hip. “This is the only way you’ll learn, Y/n.”

“Or is it the only way you can teach?” you mocked under your breath as you followed behind him.

And with your horrible luck, he heard every word. Sae turned around once he got to the centre and set down the ball. “Four laps.”

“Huh?”

“What’d you mean ‘huh’?” He settled his hands on his hips with a—fake—frown. “Fine then. Five laps. Hurry!”

During that ‘warm up’, you gained a stitch in your side and sweat soaked through your clothes. After that Sae, showed you how to dribble and tackle. The first time you successfully stole the ball from him made his heart full as he watched you celebrate, then collapse, demanding a break.

“Dumbass.” He booped your nose before shoving a water bottle into your face. Wordlessly you took it and started chugging its content as if you’ve never had a drink of it before. Sae grinned. “Dumbass.”

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