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Hi can you write like a small one-shot where thor sneaks the reader into Asgard to surprise loki for Christmas and because she needs to tell him that shes pregnant

.⋆｡The Things He Left Behind｡⋆.

Loki x plus size reader

Pregnancy announcements can be terrifying even for regular people but with your baby daddy being a Frost Giant, god, a criminal and someone who has pretty much implied he doesn’t want kids, you have a long uphill battle. Oh, and it’s Christmas

Warnings: pregnancy, fear of rejection, fluff, brief mentions of morning sickness and nausea, implied smut, tiny bit of angst

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Being pregnant was an interesting phenomenon; a person was growing inside of you, someone who would grow up to be their own adult. You knew logically that at only a couple months along, the baby was simply a clump of cells that would eventually mature into something new. But already, you were so attached to the life that could be.

Normally, something so monumental as being pregnant with a child born from love between life partners would be celebrated, but your heart was filled with dread and fear. The relationship you had was rocky at best, not in terms of love, there was plenty of that, but because he was a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It was a punishment for his crimes. He was to be kept on Earth, stuck with the men and women he had attempted to rule. You met him by chance, accidentally bumping into the striking god as you were rushing to attend a meeting on behalf of your boss. As you fell to the floor, you caught his eyes and something shifted within you as it did within him.

Your love had been secret, growing in the darkness of the dead of night, in shadowy corridors and empty rooms. Your soul ached for him as if he held a piece of you in his cold hands, never to be returned. You were his just as much as he was yours and for a time, that was enough.

But as the months carried on, the looming threat of his inevitable departure became monstrous. There was no changing his fate, he would have to leave and you both knew that your pleas and your begging for him to stay would fall on deaf ears. So on his last night with you, he slipped from the not-so-watchful eyes of Earth’s greatest heroes and stole you away.

He took you to Paris, lavishing you with gifts that you still held sacred to this day. He worshipped you with everything he had, taking you apart over and over again until the cold light of day washed over your naked bodies and he was forced to leave your bed in handcuffs.

But jewels and books were not the only things he left you.

The exhaustion came first, then the extreme tenderness of your breasts, and lastly, the dreaded morning sickness. Your boss, Maria Hill, was the first to broach the issue with you after you had fallen asleep at your desk one too many times. She shoved the box of tests into your hand, telling you it was ok and that she knew but didn’t judge.

Now, as the first snow of the year began to fall and your stomach was beginning to round out, you approached the one man who could help you. “Thor?” His eyes met yours from over the back of the huge leather sofa. A pop-tart crumb hung on the corner of his lips which fell off as soon as he smiled when he saw you.

“Ah! My brother’s love! How are you on this fine day?” You chuckled humorlessly and decided to indulge the god for a bit before asking him a favour which might get him into some serious trouble.

“I’m doing ok, looking forward to Christmas.” You nervously shuffled on your feet, the modest kitten heels you had been forced to wear because of your aching feet, clicking against the dark hardwood flooring. Even with his deep confusion regarding human behaviour, Thor could see how anxious you were.

He shifted forward and rose from the couch then turned to you. “There is something amiss, what is it?”

“You need to get me to Asgard. I have to see Loki.” He froze as a bewildered look came over his face.

“I cannot do that my lady. Even I am not allowed to visit my brother and he is, well he is my little brother. Odin has ordered him to be isolated from everyone as his-“

“I’m pregnant!” You blurted out, interrupting the god. “I’m pregnant with Loki’s baby.” Thor’s body physically seized as the weight of your words hit him. His blue eyes went wide with shock, and if you weren’t mistaken, maybe a little bit of excitement.

Tentatively, he inched closer to you. Like a puppy, he was vibrating with nerves. “Really!” Unable to help yourself, you smiled at your friend.

“Really really.” Your hand came to rest on the soft fat above your womb. “But Thor, Loki needs to know. And I need help, I don’t know how a human body will handle growing a half-Frost Giant demigod.”

“Yes.” He agreed. “Yes! We must bring you back home and then we can fix all of this.” Thor looked frazzled as he righted himself in front of you. “Mother will have some idea of what to do and I’m sure she will be able to sneak you into the prison.” Before you could realise what was happening, Thor had swept you into his muscular arms and was running through the compound.

“Thor! We can’t go now! I need to get my things!” You bounced with every step he took and you clung to his shirt.

Thor shook his head. “I can bring you new things, we must get you home.” The winter air hit you like a slap in the face as the god bounded outside, not even flinching at the drastic change in temperature. “Just hold tight my friend, you will be with your beloved soon enough!”

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Asgard was completely overwhelming and as you walked through the golden streets, arm linked with Thor’s, you finally understood why Loki spoke so ill of the place. Each and every person you passed carried an air of smug superiority about them, even as they bent in a shallow bow or curtsy to their prince. They were gods, perfect beings who had conquered worlds and existed for thousands of years in peace.

The huge palace drew closer and your hold tightened around Thor. You had the distinct urge to hold your belly for comfort, to know that part of Loki was still with you, but you were scared of the judgemental gazes of the beautiful people around you. “We are almost there my friend. I will take you straight to the Allmother.”

He patted your hand kindly. “Everyone here is scarily beautiful.” You mutter under your breath but evidently he heard you.

“Then you will fit right in.” He murmured back as you stepped over the threshold to his childhood home. The ornate walls towered over you both, sealing you into a place you should have never been. The gold is almost blinding, coating pretty much every surface as far as the eye could see.

You cringed at the loudness of your small heels against the floor, the sound echoing through the great halls like a drum. Your fingers curled into Thor’s warm skin. He glanced down at you but your eyes were fixed straight ahead, oblivious to his gaze. He just started walking faster, unable to find the words to comfort you.

The smell of lilies invaded your senses, turning your stomach. Your nausea had settled after your first trimester ended but apparently the baby just didn’t like flowers. The smell steadily became stronger, as did the urge to throw up but by the time you reached a set of dark oak doors, your nerves were far more overpowering.

Before Thor could even raise his fist to knock, the doors swung inwards, revealing a bright but homey room absolutely bursting with colour. An older woman stood in the entryway, dressed simply in a flowing green dress, her dark blonde hair braided back simply. Her eyes lit up with a knowing light. “My Thor.” She cooed, easily accepting a crushing hug from the god before she turned to you.

“I have been waiting to meet you for a very long time my dear.” She said plainly and suddenly all your nerves were gone. Your grimace floated into a smile as her arms wrapped around you in a hug so loving it made your chest burn with affection.

Unable to stop yourself, you nuzzle into her safe embrace, your whole body relaxing. She laid a kiss to your temple before pulling away but her hands remained firmly on your shoulders. “Loki has told me all about you, he will be happy to see you.”

Anxiety returned like a tidal wave, washing away the warm feeling your almost mother-in-law gave you. Your smile dimmed while your hands came to rest on your lower stomach. “He might not be as excited when he learns why I’m here.”

Frigg’s hands move to cup your rounded cheeks, forcing you to meet her eyes. “He loves you and he will love the child. Even if it doesn’t seem that way at first. Now let us make sure you and the little one are fed and healthy and then you can see him.” She took you by your left hand and guided you further into the room as Thor, with a huge smile on his face, left the two of you alone to talk.

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Christmas was vastly different on Asgard, you learned quickly. There was no snow, no cold, no carols or quiet nights. It mainly consisted of feasts and celebrations that lasted for days. But what was the same were the gifts. Thousands were exchanged through the festivities and Thor had somehow gotten into his head that you were the gift he was going to give to his estranged brother.

Much to his own and his mother’s amusement, he ripped up a piece of fabric and tied it in a bow around your midsection. “Come now! He will love it!” You just huffed and rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue making small adjustments to the bow.

Frigg sat on one of the many couches in her chambers, sipping on a now mostly cold cup of tea as she laughed at the pair of you. A large weight had been lifted from the room now that the healer had confirmed the baby was healthy and growing as they should.

And now, a warmth grew within you. This was what you wanted, a loving family with the man who had so easily snatched up your heart. All of the material things he had left behind were nothing compared to this moment.

As the sun began to set over the great city, you were bundled up in a thick cloak that disguised you well and led you down to the prison. The guards turned their heads as who they assumed was the queen passed by on her nightly visit to her younger son. They knew it was technically not allowed by the king but it stopped the dark prince from destroying his cell every chance he got, so they just let it happen.

His cage was kept far away from the others, isolated for his crimes, even from those who faced the same harsh punishments. Yet he was given luxuries that none of the others were afforded, Loki assumed it was pity from his adoptive family that drove them to decorate the small room with lavish goods.

From the angle at which you entered his part of the prison, you could clearly see your love without him seeing you. You felt like crying. He was so close, you swore if you reached out just a few inches, you could touch him.

Loki was sitting on the ground, his back to you, as he stared off into space. His hair, normally clean and beautifully styled, fell in front of his face in unruly raven waves, partially hiding his paler than normal skin. He was barefoot and wearing clothes that should have been changed days ago.

Your heart lurched at the sight of him. In the months you had known him, you had never seen the god so… broken. And you supposed that’s what he was. He had been tortured and betrayed, cast aside by the only people he had known as his family before being labelled a criminal and thrown away to rot. Tears blurred your vision before you quickly wiped them away with a sniffle.

“I have told you that I do not want to see anyone mother.” He hissed, letting his head fall back against the enchanted glass as he did so.

“I had hoped that you would make an exception for me.” Your voice was weak but just the sound alone caused his whole body to freeze.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he rose to his feet, turning on his heel to face you. As soon as his eyes met yours, his body visibly fell and his face disappeared behind his hands. “Loki?” A heartbreaking sob ripped from his lungs as he collapsed to his knees.

Panic set your veins alight and with a trembling hand, you used the small magic key Frigg had bestowed upon you to enter the cell. You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your arms for the first time in months.

His face burrowed into the crook of your neck as he wound around you. He shook in your embrace, his tears soaking through your clothes as he cried, holding onto you as tight as you could. You placed kiss after kiss to his head in a vain attempt to sooth him as you succumbed to your own emotions.

“Are you really here?” You tried to answer him through the tears but all you could get out was more of a grunt than a word but you nodded against his hair and squeezed him even tighter. “H-how?”

Loki pulled away from you just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, making the blue of his irises even more striking. “Thor and your mother.” You managed to stammer out.

There was a brief moment of silence as his dark brow furrowed in what you assumed to be confusion. His gaze dropped down to your body, still hidden by the thick cloak, then looked around the cell as if searching for someone. “Who else is here? I sense another presence.”

“That's why I came here.” You gently guided his left hand down to your bump that seemed to grow each day, laying his palm flat against your stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

Loki’s breath caught, his eyes going wide. And he flinched.

Immediately, you were consumed by the fear you had tried so hard to tamp down since the first moment you saw that little plus sign on the test. He didn’t want the baby, he didn’t want you. This whole thing was a mistake, your mind screamed at you. But as your muscles tensed like you were preparing to run, Loki snapped out of it.

The world blurred around you and suddenly you were laying on a small bed in the corner, Loki hovering over you. His lean body slid easily between your soft thighs, pinning you to the surprisingly comfortable mattress with his weight. “My love. You’re truly with child?” His voice shook, his hand returning to your stomach.

“26 weeks as of yesterday and perfectly healthy.” He nodded and met your gaze once more, a small smile growing on his pallid lips.

“I had a feeling. I thought- I thought something happened to you but it was just a new life being formed.” You breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the bed.

“And how would you know that?” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Darling just because I have been locked away doesn’t mean that I can’t still use my magic.” His hand slipped up your front, obviously intending to go for your swollen breast but he paused at the extra piece of fabric that was now laying around your waist. “What is this?”

You responded with a giggle. “A bow. Thor wanted to give me to you for Christmas.” A fond look came over his face then, a realisation that you were not yet privy to.

“Indeed this is the best gift he could have ever given me.” Then for the first time in six months, he kissed you.

And as he stripped away your clothes and made love to you more tenderly than ever before, you couldn’t help but agree- this was the best gift to ever have been given

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mrskokushibo · 6 months

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Just a short pre-bedtime NSFW drabble.

MDNI. 18+

Suguru Geto x reader

You know, the days when your nipples are just the right kind of sensitive? When the slightest touch becomes directly proportional to how wet you become? Yeah....Suguru loves those days.

He notices very quickly your reaction to his usual before sleep nipple teasing. The moans you elicit are just so visceral. He keeps rolling your sensitive buds between his large fingers, flicks them, tickles them, gives them a light suck.

You begin to squirm. That's how much you need to have his thick girth inside you. Because, let's face it, you could essentially cum from just the nipple play. "You are so eager, sweetheart. I bet you would like to cum on daddy's cock right now, hm?"

Yes, he wants you to call him "daddy," but that's expected of the filthy-minded Suguru. "Yes, Daddy. Please. Let me cum on your cock."

He moves one hand to your pussy and begins to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching core, just as you grab hold of his dick, that twitches in time with your moans. He keeps going like this, edging you, avoiding your clit so that you have no chance of release.

Then, at last, once you are a soaking wet, moaning mess, he rolls you on your stomach, bats your thighs apart, and slides himself in you. His hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just hard enough to make you cream even more, while fucking you like an animal.

Each thrust hits just the right spot, and you are very, very close. He leans down to your ear, his powerful torso brushing on your back, and whispers in command: "come on, kitten, come on my cock. Make a mess for Daddy."

And by now, his voice and these lewd words is all you need to climax, squirting all over that huge dick of his that keeps thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace.

"Good girl". He cooes and moves your hair away to kiss your neck. He keeps kissing and a moment later his thrusts grow sloppy to seize completely for a split second as he pushes his hips firmly into your soft ass as he empties his huge load, painting your still fluttering walls with his warm seed.

The two of you keep breathing hard, hearts pounding from the extreme exertion. And there is only one word you manage to whisper as he kisses your back: "More....."

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lesbianpizza · 9 months

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LizzieCon

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Female Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, marking, semi public, spit kink, cum strap, fingering, blowjob(R giving), choking, face slapping, spanking(once), brief nipple play, degradation, praise, breeding, allusion to pregnancy kink, pet names (kitten, sweetheart), let me know if I missed any

Word Count: 5075

Summary: You let your jealousy and possessiveness get the best of you at a convention but what happens when your girlfriend has other plans?

A/n: Lol I’ve been talking about uploading something for a long ass time but I’m finally doing it! This is my first time posting something I write so please be nice if it isn’t that good. This story was born when me and @olsenmyolsen saw Lizzie wearing those pants at Comic Con and basically lost our minds😅. They encouraged me to write and actually publish this so here I am!

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You weren’t sure why it happened. You were used to sharing your girlfriend with the world to a certain extent. She was a celebrity after all, so a certain amount of sharing was to be expected. But for some reason it really got to you today. You knew Lizzie would be busy all day at this convention but what you didn't anticipate was the flood of jealousy you would experience seeing her meet so many fans. Not just the way they hugged her and gushed over how much they loved her, but also the way she giggled and hugged them BACK. It was irrational and you knew that, but it didn’t stop that feeling of jealousy to slowly grow as the hours ticked by.

By now it was the second day and Lizzie was still in high spirits, meeting every single fan with a huge smile. You however were less than pleased. You had barely gotten to spend any time with your girlfriend aside from a few measly hours eating and getting ready for bed while strangers hogged all her time and energy. You still tried your best to be supportive and put on a smile because you knew how much she’s come to love events like these over the years and deep down you’d hate for that to change. But you’re no actor and have never been the best at hiding your true emotions, at least not from Lizzie.

She had noticed since yesterday how your mood got progressively worse throughout the day and could see you glaring daggers at every person who went to hug her. She would have said something if she didn’t find it extremely entertaining. And today she had a little plan to put you in your rightful place.

Lizzie was almost done with the first meet and greet of the day and you had just about had enough. It was right around the moment someone asked to take a picture of them proposing to her when you started to see red. If looks could kill, that person would have been obliterated from every timeline in the multiverse. From then on logic played no part in your actions.

The second Lizzie finished up with the last person you barely gave her a moment's notice before you marched up to her, grabbing her hand as you said “Come with me” with smoke practically coming out of your ears. You dragged her to an empty hallway in the back of the convention center to claim what was rightfully yours. You couldn’t see it but Lizzie had a devious smirk plastered on her face because she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait for her plan to unfold.

As soon as the double doors leading to the hallway closed, you looked around to make sure you were truly alone.

Once you were certain no one else was there, you pushed her up against a wall and whispered a singular word with as much authority as you could muster before your lips met in a bruising kiss, “Mine”.

It was desperate and needy despite the fact that you were trying to show dominance in that moment. You grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head as you pulled away from the kiss.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day and I need attention” you said with a little pout, still doing your best to be dominant with her for once.

She looked back at you with an innocent smile. “Aw, is my baby not getting enough attention?” She was aware there was still a small gap between the two of you that had yet to be closed so you truly had no idea what was in store for you.

She leaned her head forward and stopped millimeters from your face. Your heart rate elevated as your breaths now mingled as one.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted my attention that badly, all you had to do was ask” she whispered with a growing smirk. Seeing her expression made you falter, which Lizzie took advantage of. She twisted you around and slammed you face first into the wall holding your hands behind you as if you weighed nothing. It was quick and unforgiving to the point where she knocked the wind out of you a little bit with the sheer force. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t stoke the growing fire within you.

She leaned in until she was pressing you against the wall with her whole body and that’s when you felt it. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed before. Maybe it was because she got dressed in the bathroom today instead of the room like usual. Maybe it was because she chose to wear baggier pants today and you were a little busy glaring at every human being that came in contact with your girlfriend but now it was undeniable. She was packing. You tried your best to suppress a whimper at the feeling, failing to push your ass further into her strap. She leaned in so that her lips were just barely brushing against your right ear.

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl today y/n. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little attitude problem since yesterday. It was cute at first, but now Daddy has to remind you who the fuck is in charge here.” Her grip on your hands tightened significantly with that last sentence as if to further emphasize her point.

“Now, you have two options. You can either apologize and put that pretty mouth to good use, or I can walk away right now and leave y-“

“No please! I’ll do whatever you want just please don’t leave me here!” You whined.

The smack to your ass was swift, delivering an exhilarating sting just painful enough to make you realize your mistake.

“Interrupt me again and that’s exactly what will happen brat” Her tone was harsh which told you she meant every word.

“I’m sorry Daddy it won’t happen again I promise! I’ll do anything you want just please I need you!”

“Anything baby? Can’t say I hate the sound of that” She let go of your hands and spun you in place so that your back was now against the wall and took a step back.

“On your knees slut” She used both hands to push you to the ground until you landed on your knees with a thud. You’d definitely be feeling that later but that didn’t matter now. She unbuttoned her pants in one swift movement and reached down. You could barely contain yourself as she pulled out her cock and you saw which one it was. It had been a while since she used this one and never in a public setting. Sure you’d fooled around in a changing room or two before but never with a strap, much less this one. She looked down at you with a predatory gaze that made your insides quiver as she reached out to grab your hair in a vice grip tugging you slightly forward.

Your scalp stung but all you could focus on was the 7 inch cock right in front of your face. Her expression softened slightly as she tilted your head up.

“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop, ok baby?”

“Yes Daddy” you said as you tried to nod despite the hold she had on your hair.

“Good Girl” And just like that any semblance of softness evaporated as her eyes darkened and her expression turned hard again.

“Now be a good little whore and suck”

You barely had time to open your mouth before she thrust forward making you gag instantly. Usually she would ease you into it, allowing your throat to adjust to the intrusion, but not today. She wasn’t going to take it easy on you. Her pace was brutal from the beginning. Thrusting her hips in and out of your mouth watching as your eyes began to tear up. She couldn’t help but take pride in how well you were taking her. She had trained you well. Despite the rough treatment, you were in heaven. You’d happily take anything she was willing to give which is why you just relaxed your throat and let her fuck your mouth relentlessly. Not that you could back away anyway since she still had you pinned against the wall.

The strap was at the perfect angle so it rubbed deliciously against her clit. That combined with the adorable little gagging noises coming from the back of your throat had her feral.

“You better not stop until my cum is coating your entire throat kitten” She practically growled. She thrust harder, making you take her entire length as she held you there coating her cock in saliva all while still having a vice grip on your hair. She did this a few more times and was starting to dig her nails into your scalp from how hard she was gripping you. You wouldn’t be surprised if she drew blood. The thought alone had you rolling your eyes in the back of your head in pleasure. You hadn’t been on your knees for long but you could feel your wetness growing in your panties the more you sucked.

The feeling of her cock hitting the back of your throat was addicting and knowing you were at her mercy in such a vulnerable position made it that much hotter. She pulled out all at once leaving a thick string of spit connecting your lips to her cock. You coughed and tried to take in a full breath after not being able to breathe properly.

Your face was a beautiful mess. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks, lips slightly swollen from the abuse, and an unmistakable haze in your eyes. Lizzie could only think of one thing. She had to ruin you utterly and completely.

“God you’re such a fucking cock whore, it’s pathetic really” she leaned over and tipped your head up again.

“Open” she commanded. You mindlessly stuck out your tongue and she let a ball of spit land directly on it. You swallowed it without an ounce of hesitation.

“Fuck…never mind come here” she commanded as her pupils dilated more than you thought possible. “I’d much rather fill your pussy up and watch as my cum slowly drips onto your pretty thighs''

She lifted you up by your hair and spun you around so you were once again facing the wall. Your arms were at least able to brace for the impact this time. Meanwhile hers touched every inch of your body in a desperate need to claim you. Her right hand reached down to grope your ass harshly and continued further down into your dress. She used two fingers to swipe over your covered pussy and chuckled.

“Fuck baby you’re so wet. Is there something you want? Need perhaps?” She teased. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you squirmed.

“Daddyyyyy” you pleaded “Pleeeaase I need it”

“What do you need, baby? Use your words” she teased as she pushed your panties to the side. Her finger barely making contact with your needy pussy.

“Fuck me Daddy please! Fuck me ruin me use me please I-“ she interrupts your rambling by pushing two fingers into your wet hole, fucking into you slowly.

“You little slut. You’re going to regret saying that” she said with an evil grin.

“And you’re already more than wet enough to take my cock aren’t you sweetheart?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

After a few minutes she pulled her fingers out but before you had enough time to complain she had her cock lined up, already pushing into you. She bottomed out in one swift motion making you choke on air. Your wetness combined with your saliva still coating her strap ensured that it slid in with no resistance whatsoever.

She started fucking into you slowly at first but lost her patience to lust and picked up the pace grabbing your hair again to pull your head aside and kiss your neck. She sucked your pulse point painfully, soothing the spot briefly with her tongue before attacking again. You let out a wanton moan knowing exactly what she was doing. She was marking her property for the rest of the world to see.

Lizzie put a hand over your mouth silencing you.

“Shut your fucking mouth unless you want someone to see you like this” she said harshly. You clenched hard at the thought and moaned against her hand thinking about the possibility.

“Oh you like that? Fuck you’re an even bigger slut than I thought” She leaned in to lick and bite the shell of your ear as she whispers, “I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you? For someone to walk in while I’m fucking your brains out so the whole world can know what a whore you are for me.” You felt her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“You know, I should be eating lunch right now but nooo my little slut of a girlfriend needed me to take care of her because she can’t seem to go a few short hours without me being inside of her” she spat as she quickened her pace.

Her words only served to increase your arousal as you met her thrusts the best you could using your palms as leverage to push back onto her cock, allowing it to go even deeper. It should be embarrassing how turned on you were in this moment and any other time you would be but right now all you could think was how good she felt inside of you. Your orgasm was fast approaching and you knew she would be furious if you tried to cum without permission.

“Daddy…I- Fuck! Ple- I nee-“ you sputtered out. Coherency no longer an option with how deliciously you were being fucked.

“Seriously, you already want to cum? How fucking pathetic” Her pace not faltering for a second. If she kept this up you were going to cum with or without her permission and you did NOT want to find out what would happen if it was without.

Lizzie was getting close too so she quickly pulled out of you and turned you back around to face her. She wasted no time in roughly tugging your panties off and safely tucked them away in her pants pocket. She then grabbed your hips and motioned for you to jump up. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she held you up hovering over her cock just out of reach. Her being more than strong enough to carry the weight of your entire body but taking advantage of the support the wall provided.

“You will cum with me or not at all, do you understand? And look at me when I’m talking to you”

You whined and tried to complain but the slap to your face put a stop to that real quick. It hurt but still made you moan and clench around nothing. Lizzie rolled her eyes and put her left hand around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to make you struggle for every breath. For a second you wondered how the hell she was able to hold you up with just one arm around your waist but that was going to have to be a question for later.

“Let’s try that again shall we? You will cum when I do or you won’t cum for the next week. Do I make myself clear?” She emphasized her last question with a short but harsh squeeze.

“Yes Daddy I understand, I’m sorry” you choked out with the limited oxygen you had, nodding the best you could. She released her hold on your neck and brought her hand down to swipe at your pussy teasingly reveling in how sensitive you already were.

“That’s my good girl. Remember baby you gotta stay quiet for me okay?”

You nodded as you felt her lowering you onto her cock, using one hand to hold you and the other to guide her cock. Once she bottomed out she resumed her rough pace. Fucking you against the wall with all the force she could muster. This new angle allowed her to bury herself even deeper inside of you, making your toes curl.

She used the hand that was previously on her cock to pull your dress down and expose one of your breasts. She leaned down and started greedily sucking your nipple, biting down harshly just to hear you cry out in pain. She continued sucking your breast leaving another cluster of purple bruises for people to see.

It was all too much. You were doing your best to hold back your orgasm but you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Lizzie took a second to look at her watch to see what time it was. If she didn’t finish with you soon, she was going to be late to her next signing.

“Shit” She breathed as she fucked into you impossibly faster and harder. At this point you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep from making any loud noises. As much as the idea of being caught turned you on you knew that the reality would not be nearly as pleasant. She moved it out of the way and replaced it with her lips. Devouring you so all you knew was her. Her taste, her smell, her touch, nothing more. Just as oxygen started becoming an issue she pulled back and without hesitation you begged “Cum inside me Daddy please I need it so bad! Please just fill me up, I can't hold it anymore!”

She looked at you with the most feral gaze you’ve ever seen “You wanna be my little cum slut? Huh? Say it! Say you’re my little cum slut!”

“I’m your li- cum slut Daddy! Fu-“ you could barely push the words out with how cloudy your brain was. Something in Lizzie broke hearing you in such a disheveled state. It stoked her already burning fire into a blazing inferno. You weren’t sure where she found the strength but somehow she managed to start fucking you even harder and faster than she already was. You were a goner.

“If only my cum was real, kitten. I’d make sure you left here pregnant. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll switch it out for the real thing.” You heard the words coming out of her mouth but you didn’t fully grasp their meaning in all your haze.

What you could tell though was that you were getting dangerously close to your orgasm and you hadn’t gotten permission to cum. You wanted to speak up but no words would form. The only sounds that would leave your mouth were breathy gasps and moans as you inched closer and closer to your release. Staying quiet was a thought buried in the past as you both chased your highs. This was it, you were about to fall over the precipice head first into your orgasm and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You closed your eyes, ready for it to wash over you at any moment. The next minute you heard her voice cut through the fog clouding your brain.

“Fuck babygirl I’m so close! Open your eyes for me. I want to see you when you cum” she says practically out of breath. You dig deep and force your eyes open. It felt like your eyelids were weighed down by a ton of bricks but you managed to do it anyway.

When you opened your eyes you were sure you were seeing the face of god. Lizzies face and chest were coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Her cheeks flushed in a soft pink. Her eyes, full of lust and determination. Her mouth slightly agape letting out small quick pants that made her chest rise and fall. You could tell she was extremely close. She looked you straight in the eyes and panted out “Cum with me baby. Now!”

The next thing you knew Lizzie scrunched her face and reached for the pump attached to the strap. She squeezed it as she came, squirting her load deep inside you as she fucked you through her orgasm.

That was all it took for you to spiral into yours as she pressed her lips against you in an attempt to keep you quiet. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm shot through you like a bolt of white hot lightning. It was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. Your ears were ringing, your legs were trembling, and it felt like every particle of your being was humming. You weren’t sure how long this went on for but it felt like an eternity in the best way possible.

You both rode out your orgasms as she continued to fuck her cum into you. You felt so full you were sure it would start to leak out the moment she pulled out of you. Once you had both come down from your highs you stayed there desperately trying to catch your breaths for a moment, your foreheads leaning on each other for support. When you both had regulated your breathing a bit, she lifted you off of her strap enjoying the little whine that escaped your mouth. She set you down on the floor making sure you were leaning against the wall for support as you were still recovering. You could feel the cum start to leak out but before you could go to wipe it away Lizzie grabbed hold of your hand.

“Ah ah, don’t go getting any naughty ideas now. Leave it. You’ll stay like this for the rest of the day as a reminder of how much of a slut you are. If you try to wipe it off or clean it in any way, I will know and you will be punished when we get back to the hotel. Am I clear?” She said, vice grip still on your hand.

“Ok Daddy I’ll leave it. Can I at least have my underwear back so it doesn’t drip down my legs?” You asked weakly, already knowing the answer before she even said a word.

“No. You wanna act like a slut you get treated like one and sluts don’t wear panties do they?” You shook your head no, a small pout forming on your lips. You hoped against hope that your little puppy dog face would make her take pity on you, but you knew it was a lost cause. When Lizzie set her mind to something, she did it and no force on earth could stop her.

Lizzie looked down at her watch again and cursed.

“Shit I’m fucking late!” She exclaimed as she tucked her strap back into the confines of her pants and buttoned them back up.

“Go find something for us to eat and then catch up to me at the signing yeah? We kind of skipped lunch and now I’m starving” she said with a smile. Her face was void of the previous emotions she displayed. The only emotion you could see was pure love. “Rest here for a few minutes if you need to, okay kitten? You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. But don’t take too long. I need my best girl at my side” She ended her last sentence with a huge grin followed by a series of loving but hasty kisses.

“Ok baby I will. Now go before the people riot!” You say with a giggle. She kissed you one last time before she excused herself and ran out the door.

You stood there for a few minutes collecting yourself. You played back the last 45 minutes in your head in disbelief.

‘Holy shit did that really just happen?’ You thought to yourself. What you two had done was beyond risky and so insanely reckless. It could have gone wrong in about a million different ways, but you didn’t really allow yourself to dwell on that. At the end of the day, it was hot as hell and you would 100% do it again if you had the chance. Yeah the proper thing to say would be that it would never happen again but then again, you’ve never been very proper to begin with.

You fixed your dress the best you could and started walking to the bathroom. Only now feeling Lizzie’s fake cum starting to drip down your thigh.

“Fuck me” you whispered to yourself as you started speed walking to the nearest bathroom to assess the damage, chuckling at the irony of that statement. Thankfully you had access to the staff bathrooms because of Lizzie so you at least knew you wouldn’t accidentally run into any fangirls in there. Luckily for you, it was empty since all the convention staff were busy working the event so you had the whole bathroom to yourself.

You quickly walk up to a mirror and look at your reflection and what you see shocks the living shit out of you. Angry purplish red marks littered the side of your neck and breasts which you only now noticed were actually kind of sore. No amount of makeup in the world would be able to cover those up. Thankfully, the ones on your chest would mostly be covered by your dress and the ones on the side of your neck could be covered by your hair as long as you didn’t really move around too much.

As for the cum that had now dripped more than halfway down your thighs, you had a choice to make. Would you leave it and risk the embarrassment of someone seeing it, or would you wipe it off and deal with whatever consequences Lizzie had in mind?

The choice was actually kind of a no brainer. You had just had the best sex in your life from misbehaving once. Who knows how good it could get if you pissed her off twice in one day. There was only one way to find out. You went into a stall to grab some toilet paper and wiped yourself perfectly clean leaving no trace of the fake cum behind. As you did this you wondered in passing if Lizzie was serious about one day switching the fake cum out for the real thing. You made a mental note to ask her about it in the next few days just to check if that was a heat of the moment thing or if she was actually serious. Either way, you wouldn’t be mad about it.

You also noticed the faint bruises that were forming on your knees from landing on them so hard. You were sure they’d be even worse by tomorrow but hey that’s what pants were for.

You checked yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure you looked as presentable as you possibly could before heading out to the convention area to buy some food for the two of you. You ended up getting pizza for yourself and some weird quinoa dish for your girlfriend. She might be into all those grains and vegetables, but you were strictly a pizza and pasta kind of woman. You headed over to the area where you knew Lizzie was supposed to be doing her signing. Security let you pass with no problem seeing as they already knew you from the day before.

You walked up to the empty seat next to Lizzie and tapped her with your elbow to let her know you were there without interrupting her flow. She looked over at you with a soft smile on her face as she acknowledged your presence and then went back to finish signing someone’s fan art.

“Hey baby, I got you this quinoa thing. I think it looks kinda gross but you’ll probably love it.” You half whispered so as to be respectful of the people trying to get their merch signed.

Lizzie just chuckled and shook her head as she looked at your pizza, “You know it wouldn’t kill you to put something green in your body every once in a while.”

“Actually I think it would and you’d feel terrible if you were the reason for my demise” you shot back with a cheeky grin. She just rolled her eyes in fake annoyance at your sass. Having given up on getting you to eat your vegetables a long time ago.

You took a few bites of your pizza before deciding to poke the bear.

You leaned in close to make sure no one else overheard you “Sorry I took so long, I just had to go to the bathroom to freshen up the downstairs a bit”

As you pulled away you saw the smallest change in her expression as her eyes flashed with recognition. She looked down at your lap for a quarter of a second before going back to greeting a fan and signing their funko pop case. As they walked away she leaned in closely so her lips were brushing against your ear as she spoke, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you disobeyed me sweetheart?” Her sickly sweet tone sent a shiver up your spine.

“Technically you didn’t actually specify what would happen if I did so I’m gonna have to go with no” you quipped. Your smirk was evident in your voice despite Lizzie not being able to see it.

She never faltered though. “Let’s just see how cocky you are when we get back to the hotel baby. Cuz you’re in for one hell of a night.” Your pussy quivered in anticipation of what she had in store for you.

And just like that she pulled back in time for the next fan to be ushered in, acting like nothing had just happened. She greeted them with a warm smile and happily signed the poster they handed her as they gushed over how much they loved her. Boy she was one hell of an actress.

You spent the rest of the time eating your pizza and daydreaming about all the things your girlfriend was going to do to you when you got back to your hotel room. You couldn’t wait. What could you say? Being a brat has its upsides.

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straylightdream · 1 year

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If you’re too shy

Seo Changbin x f.reader

college au

↳ After three months together Changbin still manages to surprise you often.

wc: 3.5k

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, oral (male receiving), oral fixation, size kink, breeding kink, a little bit of cockwarming, soft dom Changbin, dry humping, names such as: (baby, kitten, pretty)

an: I unexpectedly wrote a part two Open Mind. I absolutely love this couple and they inspired my college series. This is always loosely connected to other college skz stories called SSFW

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Your day at school dragged on and after finishing a huge test you were excited to find your boyfriend waiting outside your class. You rush into his arms and he holds you close. There is nothing quite like his warm embrace. There is just something about him that feels right when he holds you.

“Somebody missed me,” he says. You hadn’t seen him in two days because he was busy at work in the studio, and you had spent the last two days working on a huge essay that was due. This essay has left you exhausted and stressed out. Of course you missed your boyfriend. Nothing in the world sounded better than getting to spend time with him.

“I didn’t miss you at all,” you joked before pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Ouch,” he releases you dramatically.

“Do you want to hear me say, I desperately missed my boyfriend so much?” You love teasing him like this. It absolutely riles him up and what comes next in the bedroom is always fun.

“Please stroke my ego,” he reaches down, taking your hand.

“You only want me to stroke your ego?”

Leaning forward his lips brush against your ear, “believe me I prefer you stroke my cock too, but we’re in public kitten.” A shiver runs down your spine. Pushing your thighs together you feel yourself growing wet at his dirty words.

Without saying another word he tugs on your hand pulling you down the hall. Things with Changbin are never dull. In the three months you’ve been dating you’ve fallen head over heels for him. You never know what to expect with him. One day he’s whispering the dirtiest things in your ear before bending you over the closest surface he can find, and the next he’s taking you out on a romantic date. With him you really get both sides of things. You won’t ever complain though, you love the duality of him. He’s the same way in bed, sometimes you have messy or rough sex and then there are times like your one month anniversary where Changbin filled your room with roses and proceed to make slow love to you on your bed.

“Where are you taking me?” You’re curious where he’s leading you.

“I was taking you to my apartment,” he leads you towards his car.

“What are we doing at your place?” You hadn’t exactly made plans on what you were going to do. Changbin had texted you in the morning telling you he would pick you up from your last class of the day.

“Hyunjin is gone for the day with Felix, and I’m attempting to get Minho and Angel to go on one of their ‘not a date’ dates.” You can’t help but smile at the mention of Changbin’s roommates that are clearly together even if they don’t realize it.

“Shouldn’t we maybe leave them alone so they can have the apartment to themselves?” You know from Changbin has told you and sworn you to secrecy that Minho and Angel are having sex.

“Believe me even if they stay in the apartment us being there won’t stop them from having sex. They’re really good at being sneaky and not loud.”

“Do they still not know you know?”

“No and I’m not gonna tell them. I just want them to leave so we can fuck with peace and quiet,” his blunt statement makes you laugh.

“We can go back to my place.”

“I'm pretty sure your roommate hates me. We aren’t exactly quiet.”

“Fine, let's go to your place. Did you just pick me up from class just so we can have sex?”

He stops in front of his car, releasing your hand. “No I didn’t pick you up just to have sex. I wanted to spend time with my girl and cuddle. Having sex is just a bonus.”

Walking into Changbin’s place he takes your bag and drops it off in his room before coming back to the living room where he left you. Minho peaked his head out the kitchen looking at you and waving. You and Changbin walked towards where his roommates were. Angel and Minho were in the kitchen talking about where they wanted to eat. Chan and his girlfriend get brought up a few times while you listen to them talk.

Changbin walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your stomach resting his check on your shoulder. “So are you guys going out for the night?”

“Why?” Angel asked.

“No reason was just curious.” Your boyfriend wasn’t being subtle at all.

Minho arches his brow at Changbin, “Bin why do you want us to leave?”

Angel rolls her eyes letting you know she knows exactly why Changbin wants the place to himself. “Do you want the short answer or the long answer?”

“Please don’t make him answer that,” you plead. Your boyfriend does a great job of saying things that make your face burn like the sun with embarrassment.

“Angel, did you want to get dinner with Chan and Bambi?” Minho doesn’t push for any more answers from Changbin or you. “Chan mentioned them going out and asked if we wanted to tag along.”

“Yeah that works for me,” Angel smiles. “Bin, can we come back at midnight please?”

“Of course you can,” you speak up before your boyfriend can respond.

The moment you’re alone in Changbin apartment he turns on the tv in the living room. He ordered take out and you sat on the couch comfortably enjoying time with your boyfriend.

After your finished eating you cuddled up next to Changbin with your eyes glued to

The tv. Things started out innocent. You leaned against him as you were on another episode of Crash Landing On you. His hand rested on your thigh catching your attention. Leaning over he pressed his lips to yours for a quick kiss.

The kiss is far from innocent from the beginning. He wastes no time pulling your body on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs. Strong hands roam your back as his lips move across your jaw. You think back to the countless times when Changbin would bring your study sessions to an end with you on his lap kissing you while you dry humped him. Out of instinct you roll your hips forward. He groans as your legging covered core brushes against his jean clad pelvis. You keep rolling your hips against his until you start to feel his straining erection against his jeans.

“Someone is excited,” you smile, pulling away from his lips.

“Oh kitten,” he groans.

Getting off him without a word you walk off towards his bedroom. You know you have the apartment to yourself but you don’t want to risk one of his roommates randomly turning up. The last thing you want is for one of the three of them to see you naked in their living room.

You don’t wait for him to follow you, as soon as you’re in his room you start removing your clothes. The moment he’s in the room he shuts his door and stares at you for a moment before he starts stripping away his own clothes. You’re both left standing there completely naked.

“Sit on the edge of the bed please,” you say.

Sitting on your knees between his legs you look up at him. The site of him naked in front of you is something you’ll never get over. His hand reaches out and he runs his thumb across your bottom lip. Your lips part and he slides his thumb into your both. The way he looks at you with lust filled eyes is enough to make you feel weak.

“Kitten you’re so pretty,” he practically moans. Pulling his thumb from your mouth you lean in closer. Ever so slowly you lick the broad head of erection. The moan that passes his lips is music to your ears. Taking his length in your mouth you take him about half way before pulling away. Leaning back in to lick his length.

“You have to say that,” you say between licks.

“I don’t have to do anything,” he smiles.

“I’m your girlfriend. Don’t you have to say nice things to me?” you tease.

“I’m only saying things that are true,” he groans as you take his length as far as he’ll go into your mouth. “Baby everything about you is perfect”

A warm feeling takes over your body as you look at Changbin whose eyes are locked on yours. Your hands help with your technique. He is just long enough he doesn’t fully fit into your mouth. You’ve mastered the art of blowing your boyfriend and you know how to make him puddy in your hands.

He moans your name as his stomach tightens letting you know if you don’t stop soon he’ll finish in your mouth.

Pulling away releasing him from your mouth you wipe your mouth smiling at him. Pushing yourself off the ground, you stand between his legs, he grabs your ass pulling you closer.

“You’re so perfect,” he groans.

He stands up still holding you close to him. “Changbin, what do you think about going bare?” You had been thinking about this for the last couple of weeks. You’ve never trusted anyone like you trust him, and after hearing Bambi talk about Chan’s breeding kink you couldn’t lie it piqued your interest.

“We’ve never done that,” he responds.

“I’m on the pill and I think I would like to try that if it’s something you’re interested in.”

“I would love to know what it’s like to feel you completely bare.”

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours. One hand rests on the side of your neck holding you close to him. This man is absolutely intoxicating and you can’t seem to get enough of him. Pulling away grinning he reaches out taking your breast in his hand. His thumb dragging across your pebbled nipple earning a moan from you.

In the three months you and Changbin has been together you’ve had sex too many times to count, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get enough of him. Every time you're together it feels like a whole new experience.

Laying on your back he has your left leg raised resting on his shoulder as he sits on his hunches. His bare length pushes into you, earning a gasp. One hand grips your hip. Closing your eyes you moan attempting to adjust to the stretching feeling. No matter how many times you do this the thickness of his cock always leaves you slightly sore at first.

“Bin,” you moan, reaching for his hand.

“Yes baby?”

“You feel so good.” There aren’t enough compliments in the world you can give this man. The smirk he gives you when you compliment him always makes you smile. Your boyfriend is absolutely beautiful and everything about him is absolutely so sexy, and he’s aware he’s hot but he isn’t cocky.

“Bin?” You moan with his first deep thrust.

“Yes kitten?”

“I want you close,” you reach for his hand.

He stills and takes your leg off his shoulder. Spreading your legs more he moves so hand hovering over the top of you. He slowly thrust into you causing you to gasp. Reaching up your hand rests on his cheek. The look in his eyes aren’t the normal lust filled haze he gives while you’re having sex. There’s an admiration behind them this time. His hips push into yours at a slow but deep pace. Leaning up you press your lips to his for a searing kiss.

One of your hands moves down his back resting on his butt. You pull him closer to you causing him to still be inside you. He doesn’t try thrust he just holds still looking down at you.

“Please kiss me,” you whisper.

His lips crush into yours and kisses like he needs you to breathe. Your lips move together as his tongue slides against yours. Your hands roam this beautiful bare back.

“You’re so beautiful,” you moan as his lips kiss their way across your jaw. You could stay like this forever with him. The feeling of him snug inside you while he kisses you sends a warm feeling to your stomach.

“My pretty girl knows just the right things to say to me.”

Ever so slowly he starts moving his hips. Your hands roam his back as he slowly picks up the pace. Your head rolls back moaning.

With each slow thrust you feel his thick length hitting just the right spot inside you. With your right hand you reach for his hand.

“Baby can’t seem to get enough of me,” he groans.

“Can we change positions?”

Leaning forward he presses a quick kiss to your lips. “How do you want it kitten?” He stills completely.

“Can I ride you while you sit up against the headboard?”

Silently he follows your request. He moves so he is sitting with his back against the headboard. You move so you’re hovering over his length. Slowly you slide down his length earning a moan from him. Filled to the brim you sit on his thighs. You press your lips to his for a searing kiss as his hands massage your breast. You work at a slow pace rolling your hips against his. You don’t want rough or quick sex tonight. You want it slow and intense. Rolling your head back a loud moan passes your lips.

“Thank god we’re home alone,” he says. His hands move to grip your sides to help move you up and down his length slowly.

“Bin,” you whine. His lips are on your neck while his hands are anywhere they can reach. Your fingers are tangled in his hair holding him close to you. He feels everywhere all at once. His hands on your body and lips against your neck are driving you wild.

“Pretty you sound so good,” he groans against your skin. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “Does my pretty girl need my fingers on you?” Changbin knows everything he needs to know about your body and knows that most of the time you need more stimulation than just his dick to find your sweet release.

“Yes.”

His hand dips between your bodies and his fingers start making quick work at rubbing your sensitive clit. A loud gasp passes your lips as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten. His fingers continue their ministration. You rolled your hips up and down his length desperately trying to find your release he’s helping you chase.

A warm wave washes over you as you find your release. You stop moving your hips moaning his name as your walls tug on his length. He nips at the sensitive skin on your neck. Your heart races as your walls contract, milking Changbin’s still very hard cock.

“Baby can you lay on your back for me?” He asks.

Your body feels like jello as you remove yourself from Changbin and lay down on the bed with your legs spread. Your high is still washing over you as Changbin settles between your legs. He thrust into you slowly at first before picking up his pace a little. You cling to his body holding him close to you as he tries to find his own release. He crashes his lips into yours muffling your moans.

A few sloppy thrust lets you know he’s close to finding his own release. “Are you going to come inside me?” You ask, staring into his warm eyes.

“Do you want to feel my cum inside you?” He groans.

You nod your head desperately wanting to feel his release.

“I’ll give it to you kitten,” with one particularly hard thrust he finds his release. He slowly thrust into you as he paints your walls white. His chest slowly heaves as his high washes over him.

He pulls out of you and watches as his release slowly drips out of you. “I fully understand why Chan likes doing this,” he chuckles before hopping off the bed. He rushes across the hall to the bathroom and comes back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up his release from your sensitive core. He tosses the cloth in his hamper before joining you back on bed.

Laying in bed behind you with his body curled up close to yours. There something so intimate about the two of you laying like this after having sex. Ever so gently he leans forward pressing his lips to your bare shoulder.

“I love you,” his statement catches you completely off guard.

Freezing in place your mind goes at a million miles an hour as you think about the three words he just said to you. “Excuse me what?” You aren’t sure if you heard him properly.

You roll over and look at him absolutely confused on what is going on.

“I love you,” he pulls back looking slightly hurt.

“You love me?”

“Why does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been your boyfriend for three months? It’s rare that I sleep alone anymore and I’m with you almost every day.”

“No one has ever said they love me.” You think back to your little relationships you’ve had but they have never led to someone saying they love you.

“Well then I’m proud to be the first person to confess their love to you.”

“I love you too,” your voice is soft. Almost as if you’re afraid to say it out loud. “Is this what sex is like when want to confess you’re in love?”

“I wanted to tell you I loved you for the last two weeks. But today just felt right,” he presses his lips to your bare shoulder for a gentle kiss. “Do you know that Jisung told Honey he loved her after just a month together. I remember him telling me he thought he loved her and I thought he was crazy, and I saw you later that day and when I watched you working on assignments, there was something about the way you looked at me when I said your name that made me realize that I just didn’t like you. I realized then that I was falling for you hard. I fully understood what Chan felt when he looked at Bambi.”

His sweet words gave you butterflies. You can’t help but smile at his confession. “Have you ever been in love?”

“Do you want my honest answer?”

“I always want you to be honest.”

“When I was seventeen I thought I was in love with Bambi, but I realized it was just a crush. I knew she would never look at me the way she did Chan. I’ve never been the type of person to be someone’s boyfriend. So I guess I haven’t really been in love,” he rolls onto his back staring at the ceiling. You move so you’re laying on your side staring at him. His confession that he thought he might have loved his best friend when he was a teenager didn’t make you jealous or anything like. You were just happy he felt safe being honest with you.

“Have you ever told anyone about Bambi?”

“Oh god no. Chan was so desperately in love with her from the moment he met her, and she was crazy about him. I knew from the beginning even if I really did love her it didn't matter. I never told Jisung because I wouldn’t want him to be in the middle of something. I realized after prom when we went together even though I liked her, she was always going to love Chan more.”

Moving closer to him you rest your head on his chest. “Thank you for telling me that.”

“You aren’t upset are you?”

“Not at all. I appreciate that you trust me enough to be honest about you. I’m not jealous or upset you liked someone else, because you don’t love her. You love me and that’s all that matters,” you can’t help but smile at the fact he loves you.

“I love you so much (Y/N).” He presses his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you too Changbin.”

You lay there cuddling for a little while before Changbin pulls your body on top of his while he kisses you. “How long do you think we have until Minho and Angel are home?” He asks between kisses.

“It’s 10:52.”

“That’s plenty of time to make you cum at least twice,” he says, earning a laugh from you.

It’s not long before he is on your back moaning his name again. After midnight when his roommates are finally home and he’s worn you out completely you’re dressed in nothing but one of his shirts curled up close to him. You’re on the verge of passing out when he whispers, “I love you so damn much.” You fall asleep knowing you found the man you truly love.

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Haiii I have a question about the boys ^w^ (my lovely kittens im gonna stomp a them to the moment when they're paper thin/affectionately)

What would they do if mc was in realtionship when they started to be obsessed with them???? Or If like MC is aromantic and just don't want to be with anyone???

Stomp stomp the little sillies (っ˘ω˘ς ) hehe

Warning for these: Kairos and Luka handle Aromanticism pretty badly, and… mentions of stalking + violence, the usual yandere stuff. ^^.

For both Kairos and Luka, they already know what they have to do: get rid of the competition.

In the beginning, Kairos and Luka definitely go about things similarly. They’d both start leaking rumors about your current partner– sending fake texts, spreading fake photos, etc. They’d do everything in their power to make you stop liking your partner– and they might conjure up fake evidence showing that you’re being cheated on. ^^;;;;;

However… If none of that works?? They’ll just have to take more drastic measures.

Kairos would start flooding your partner’s messages and emails with vague threats and tons of viruses. Kairos would take dozens of photos and anonymously send them to your partner– pictures of them– with extremely unnerving captions.

“Leave. Now.”

“If you don’t leave my darling alone, there will be consequences.”

…Messages of that nature. ^^;; If your partner refuses to leave and weeks go by, his messages will only grow more and more deranged and frantic, the frequency of them amping up too. Those messages will say stuff like:

“Die. Die. Die. Die.”

“Do you have a death wish..?”

“Fucking die already.”

Kairos also makes sure the messages are untraceable, so… The police won’t really be able to help. >_< He’s hoping that putting the pressure on your partner will scare him enough and make him leave you.

…And, if all else fails, he’ll just resort to kidnapping you. ^_^.

For the second part: if his darling is aromantic? Kairos will be heartbroken. (╥_╥) He just doesn’t understand– like? What do you mean you’re aromantic??? You don’t feel anything for him-? Not at all? Is he just not good enough?? Why can’t he be an exception?

He’d then keep pushing you to be romantic with him regardless… He doesn’t take it too well. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

As for Luka, he’d be much more confrontational and aggressive about everything. He wouldn’t spam your partner with messages and stuff… No. He’d slash your partners tires, set their house on fire, paint threats on the side of your partner’s car. He’ll do everything in his power to make your partner so terrified that they leave you. ^^;;;;; So… It’s similar to what Kairos does, but still a bit different.

Oh, and also, Luka wouldn’t be afraid to stalk your partner, and then beat them within an inch of their life while telling them to stay far away from you. (-ω-、) Luka would try to disguise himself, but, um... It might be a bit hard to hide his pink ears and extremely huge tail. So to make up for this, he just makes sure that he catches your partner by surprise and blindfolds them as soon as the attack begins. ┐(シ)┌

As for Luka with an aromantic darling: he… He doesn’t really care. Nothing really changes for him– he still does what he normally does, regardless of what you have to say about it. (つω`｡) Forces you into a relationship and tries to do romantic things, regardless of how many times you tell him that you just don’t experience romantic attraction... Yikes ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡

#ask #luka posting #kairos posting

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legacies | ch.1

synopsis — a fiery (y/n) newly enters a university campus dominated by the three trust fund brats. she’s not going to take their shit and they’re not going to let her off so easily either. will this rivalry evolve into friendship, lust or love?

genre — college drama, angst, slow burn

disclaimer — 18+ ; strong language and sexual content

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | coming soon

ch.1

Tongue smugly rolling in his cheek like he's got the biggest cock in the world, his doe eyes scan the lecture hall for his next victim the second he has stepped inside dripping in utmost arrogance. Tucking both of his thumbs into the leather belt on his crisp, black trousers, he pulls them up in an attempt to openly adjust his balls, a proud smile curling up on his thin lips at the sight of everyone lowering their gaze into their desk to avoid his intimidating one. Every student except for you, of course. He chuckles to himself when your eyes lock in with one another, as if you have just called on a death wish he's so happy to carry out for you, his long legs now strutting in your direction past several rows of seats with a pep in his step.

You're fascinated by his appearance despite his vain outward projection, which usually is a huge turnoff for you, but the satisfying balance between his visibly muscular body and childlike face somehow holds of much interest to you. His jet black hair's longer in the back, a soft twirl to the tips of his bangs parted in the center up front, which he's already messily pushed back with a run of his fingers a few times on his way over to you. The equally black and slim backpack he's carrying is loosely strapped onto one shoulder, almost ready to fall off any second, but it doesn't even look like he cares about losing it anyways.

"Get lost, you ugly fuck" he spits his vicious venom at the innocent guy sitting next to you, the poor kid jumping out of his seat right after hearing the boy's command like a lizard that's gotten its tail cut off. And just like that, you've instantly lost your growing interest in him, the way he's just needlessly treated his peer with such malice the cause of your undeniable irritation. The boy with the round eyes sinks down and occupies the newly emptied chair, his body then bossily turning to the side towards you, but before he can say a word, the sound of the metal doors slamming shut indicates someone's just entered the room.

"What's Jeon Jungkook done today?" your music composition professor routinely muses out loud, clearly having gaged the chilling silence definitely means something's off. His kitten shaped eyes hone in on none other than the pretty boy reclining back in his chair next to you, who's now stretching his legs out with a bored yawn before shamelessly lifting his polished black shoes up and resting them criss cross on top of the desk.

"I was just welcoming the new girl with open arms, Mr. Min" Jungkook shouts across the classroom while extending his arm out, the soft material of his white button up shirt grazing your shoulder as he snakes his arm around you, his palm vigorously squeezing the edge of your collarbone to unnecessarily assert his dominance. You internally cringe at this superfluous act of toxic masculinity, the need to want to instantly push him off bursting through you like a flame, but you hold yourself back from making a scene right then and there, not really wanting to start trouble on your first day at university. He breaks his eye contact with professor Min, now turning his head to the side in your direction again, a cocky smirk forming on the edge of his mouth as he flickers his gaze between your bemused eyes down to your frowning lips.

"My legs are open for you anytime too... if you want" Jungkook slyly whispers, barely audible this time so only your ears are met with his lewd comment, his disgusting nature now ticking you off beyond your own damn control.

"No thanks. I'd rather die."

The cast in his bambi eyes flips a dramatic switch at your instant blazing refusal to fall as his pitiful prey, a bruised anger firing up in them with each passing second while his jaw begins to clench. He lets out an offended sigh when you pick your hand up off of your thigh and smack it down on top of his, which is still assertively grasping at your collarbone. Your fingers then forcefully peel his grip off of you before you savagely throw his arm away, making it fall and pathetically hang in the air behind your chair.

"You're gonna pay for this, you bitch" he threatens between gritted teeth, the simple poker face you reply back with clearly catching him off-guard, as if you're the only person who's displayed an indifference towards his threats, like you're the only one not affected by the risk of being stifled by him. You've interacted with plenty of assholes like him before though, making him absolutely no special than the rest of them.

"Ahem right... well... uh, let's keep all of our body parts to ourselves then. Welcome to my class (y/n)! Feel free to reach out to me if you need any assistance — and get your feet off the desk, Jeon. NOW!"

Whipping your gaze away from Jungkook in a roaring flash, you smile and nod at the awkward little professor standing by the front board with respect, burying your head into your books right after while the insolent boy next to you curses and lowers his legs back down onto the ground. You're trying to follow along as Mr. Min goes over musical note formation and the theoretical approach to composition, but Jungkook keeps distracting you with the way he's incessantly typing out text messages on his phone under the desk, not paying any attention to the lecture whatsoever. He's getting nonstop replies back indicated by the constant buzzing of the phone on his lap, a soft slap of his palm on the desk top making you look up at his obviously stunning side profile, which you secretly hate to admit. "Finally."

Just as Jungkook's finished murmuring the word, the metal doors of the lecture hall fly open with a boom, two rather handsome yet unknown boys in their uniforms casually strolling in with ease as if they own the building. The one walking up front is slightly shorter than the lean boy lingering behind, the leader's tiny fingers running through his silky blonde hair with style before he slaps down a piece of paper on professor Min's table.

"A note from dean Kim. A new teacher's just joined the staff. You've to go greet her, Min."

You're shocked by how the boy speaks so informally with the professor, not even an ounce of respect in his tone of speech while he keeps boring into Mr. Min's eyes with an unusual powerful intimidation. You catch yourself wondering if all the boys at this university are so haughty and full of themselves, a rather discouraging feeling before you've even fully began your new experience here. The professor slowly looks down at the folded note, his pale veiny hands picking it up and opening it before cautiously reading each and every word, his gaze then turning up to the two boys still towering over him before he sternly mutters to the blonde one through pursed lips.

"Watch your attitude, Park Jimin."

"And you watch your paycheck. My dad might just cut you off if I slip in the word... See ya."

Your head immediately tilts towards Jungkook as his sadistic chuckle breaks the deep silence that's hollowed out the classroom after Jimin's nasty snap back at the professor. Quickly standing up in his seat, Jungkook looks down and throws daggers at you with one last mean look, then swaggering his way over to the front of the lecture hall just as Mr. Min begins timidly gathering his things in defeat.

"Who are these guys...?" you mumble to the classmate sitting on your other side, your chest rising up with an outrage after watching Mr. Min quietly exit the room in the most helpless looking way possible. The three boys unite and giggle together in a circle like the ridiculous jerks they are, the tallest one affectionately putting his arm around Jungkook's neck in a headlock as Jungkook high fives Jimin and starts gossiping with the both of them.

"Jimin and Taehyung are seniors, and Jungkook always hangs around them despite being our age. They're all legacies, you know? The rich kids who's families fund the university. No one dares to cross them... not even the professors. I'd stay away from them if I were yo—"

Your classmate's already hushed voice cuts to total silence when all three boys suddenly spin on their heels and turn around to face you, your eyes now widening with a tinge of uneasiness when Jungkook extends his arm up and points directly at you with his index finger.

"Hey! New girl! Come here!" Jimin loudly exclaims with a clap of his hands, his demeanor unnervingly off with how his plump lips crack into the prettiest smile all of sudden. His puppy eyes are practically shimmering with happiness as he keeps dreamily gazing into yours, his palm now excitedly waving at you and ushering you to start walking towards him.

"You're fucked..." is the last thing you hear your classmate mumble before you confidently stand up, both of your feet slowly creeping up towards the tall boys who are patiently waiting for you just up ahead.

The closer you inch in their direction, the more you get to observe the minute details of their facial features, their visuals sickeningly perfect like a timeless beauty, no doubt. Taehyung's got a straight nose and a set of almond shapes eyes, piercing into you with his steely gaze, although a softness lurks underneath his threat, that softness absolutely lacking in Jungkook's big terrorizing eyes that are ready to stab you anytime with their cold look. Jimin appears somewhat balanced with the most approachable body language out of the three of them, his overall stature less intimidating with his prettier spirit, a small smile now forming on your lips to mimic Jimin's when you finally stand in front of him with a slight nervousness settling in your throat, which you don't even really know why you're feeling.

"What's your name? I'm Jimin, this is Taehyung, and that's Jungkook! It's very nice to meet you" he kindly grins down at you, your eyes following his index finger as he points out his closest companions to you. Taehyung gives you a nod of acknowledgement with a faint hint of a smile, but Jungkook merely scoffs while rolling his eyes at you in pure disgust. Your palm begins to feel an increasing itch and desire to slap him hard across that soft little face of his, but you get distracted by how Jimin extends his arm out to you for a handshake.

"I'm (y/n). Thanks! It's nice to meet you too."

"Oooh that's a pretty watch! Is it new?" Jimin curiously questions as his eyes trail down to your wrist, his fluffy palm still holding onto yours even though you're done shaking hands. You're flattered by his sweet compliment, your heart fluttering against your own will by how he's not letting go of your hand, his effortless charm breaking your daze and making you fall into the trap of answering him with a buzz.

"It was actually my grandma's watch! She gave it to me as a keepsake before she passed away."

"Awww can I see it?"

You can't help but be stupidly whipped by Jimin's charisma, your enchanted brain unable to even register that in the moment, your set of fingers now swiftly curling around the band of your watch before you start unhooking it, your eyes still meeting Jimin's cute smiley ones. He smoothly lets your palm slip out of his clasp, taking the watch you're now handing to him with an eerie calmness to his actions, really observing the details on the vintage piece, which holds an incredible value in your heart.

"You wanna take a look at it too, Jungkookie? Oh shit... oops!" Jimin gasps in a big jolt when the watch falls out of his grip and hits the tiles with a clink, his body halfway turned back towards Jungkook since he was attempting to pass your item to the youngest one. What happens next leaves you in a state of wild trauma, your breath painfully halting in your chest after your eyes are met with the horrifying scene in front of you.

"Told you I'd make you pay" Jungkook loathingly hisses at you, his foot raising up and stomping out your watch with a crushing force, shattering your prized possession into tiny little pieces at once. The several sharp gasps from the students sitting behind you ground you back into reality after the terrible blow to your heart, a wetness starting to form on the rim of your eyelashes, although you're fighting your very best to hold back the brimming tears. You simply cannot allow the boys to win the satisfaction of getting to you, your insides shaking with a raging fury, although your outward composure remains as calm as you can physically maintain in the moment. Hold your honor high. Don't stoop to their dirty level.

"You shouldn't have done that, Jungkookie."

Your attention from your own thoughts fiercely diverts from Jungkook's menacing face to Taehyung's concerned look as he speaks out against the cruel boy, much to your surprise, but both Jungkook and Jimin ignore his words as if they didn't even hear him speaking. Taehyung's expressions turn dark while he sternly grits his teeth and lets out a deep sigh, bending down to rest his knees on the floor in order to help pick up the salvageable remains of your watch. You're beyond confused by this act, your mind not knowing whether to be warmed by Taehyung's touch of kindness or be suspicious of him even more, but regardless, you take a step forward to join him in the cleanup process. Jimin doesn't let you though, proceeding to stop you dead in your tracks by treading up and blocking your path with his wide chest shoving in your face.

"If you cross any one of us ever again, you'll be dealing with a worse fate."

Your skin crawls with goosebumps witnessing Jimin's personality switch from the oozing bubbly appeal to the mortifying death stare he's now threatening you with, your consciousness actually making you question his level of sanity. With one last look at your downcast lips, Jimin coldly snaps his head around and prances out of the lecture hall, his nose mightily pointing up to the ceiling while his boots obnoxiously clank onto the floor with each loud step. Taehyung's still delicately gathering the pieces of your watch scattered everywhere while Jungkook begins to foolishly giggle and wander in your direction, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he folds his arms across his chest and hovers in front of you exuding an annoying aura of pompousness.

"Maybe if you behave going forward, I might just pity you and buy you a new watch. A much classier one than that piece of shit you were weari—"

It all happens in a brisk flash, the deafening sound of your palm intensely slapping Jungkook's cheek echoing in the lecture hall like the crack of a whip, a dead silence following right after as Jimin stops walking and pauses by the metal doors. You can practically taste the tenseness encompassing the air in your mouth, all of the students now clenching to hold onto their breaths for dear life, an overwhelming amount of eyes strictly glued onto you and Jungkook.

Jungkook physically convulses from the anger surging up to his reddening face, his gaze peeling off of the floor and his head glowering up to stare into your eyes with the desire to kill you in that very moment embedded in those round orbs. Fully coming to terms with what you'd just brashly done, you instantly wish to escape out of this bumbling nightmare, your legs thinking for themselves even though your brain's numbing out, your body tumbling its way over to the door to exit out of the classroom without any additional confrontation with anyone. Catching a quick glance at Taehyung while you leave in a hurry, he throws you off completely with the gentle grin forming on his lips, his beaming eyes looking up at you and then at Jungkook with a thrill, as if he'd just enjoyed seeing the boy get a taste of his own medicine.

"Where do you think you're going, you bitch?! Come back here! This isn't over!"

Jungkook's screams can be heard even outside of the lecture hall, your shoulder brushing against Jimin's before you depart with full force, your petrified eyes only focused on the big long hallway up ahead of you instead of what you're leaving behind. You're not even sure where you're headed, your feet scurrying around in a frenzy as you try hard to increase the distance between you and the three boys as much as possible, now quite frankly lost in the humongous student campus. You think your mind's playing a trick on you when you suddenly hear a familiar voice yell out your name, your teeth digging into your bottom lip with the regret of being caught when you realize who it is by the sound of his soft raspy tone.

"Hey (y/n)! Wait up! Please."

Taehyung appears slightly breathless as he swiftly catches up to you, his long legs striding down the hallways in half the amount of time it took for you to reach here. He's got your backpack securely strapped onto one shoulder while his hands remain cupped, like he's holding onto something quite dearly. It isn't until he finally reaches all the way up to you that you realize he's got the leftover shattered pieces of your grandma's watch in his palms, a kind boxy smile gushing on his face as he extends his arms out to give you your belongings, leaving you in an utterly perplexed state of mind.

"Cheer up (y/n). This type of shit always happens around here. Now, come with me."

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Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Ch. 6 - Set Me On A Silver Sun (for i know that i'm free) I

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Word Count: 4,458

Warnings:

HUGE TRIGGER WARNING

This chapter contains references to the events of Chapter 1, multiple fairly graphic descriptions of periods (yes, those periods) and some non-sexual nudity + bathing and washing on the reader's part. THERE IS NO SMUT OR ANYTHING EVEN CLOSE. I put reader through a lot of things this chapter, but it's all okay, because Pav makes everything better - where there's hurt here, there's always comfort. However, if these are triggering topics for you, be warned! Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad.

"Any updates on that guy Spider-Man beat up? That guy at the night club?" a man asks. Pavitr hides out of sight, listening in on the discussion taking place in the prosecutor's office. "He accepted the plea deal. Turns out the building next door had a surveillance camera that caught the entire thing, an anonymous tip sent in the footage. There was no arguing out of that," the prosecutor explained. Pavitr had sent in that tape himself, having gone back to scout around the scene and lucked into that camera. A little bit of sweet-talking was all that was needed to ply the camera's owner into surreptitiously letting him take a peek at the feed from the night before. They were more than happy to let him have a copy of his own with just a few honeyed words. "Ah, well I guess he won't be wasting our time then, not to mention putting that poor girl through a trial," the man muses. The prosecutor shuffles her papers on her desk, clearly getting ready to leave for the day. "The sentencing hearing was set for a month out. I had Victim's Services call her yesterday to let her know. At least this should give her some relief," she replies. Pavitr slips into the night, not bothering with the rest of the conversation. It's already so late, you're probably asleep by now and he's got a hungry kitten at home to feed that's growing bigger by the day. He resolves to bring it up with you in the morning, over a nice breakfast while curled up on the couch. For now, he slips back inside his unit, strips the suit off and slides on a well-loved tee with the Kochi Tuskers logo on the front, fading away after many washes and ill-advised overuse of fabric softener. Sheru mewls a greeting from where he's perched on the foot of Pavitr's bed. "Hey there, buddy, didja miss me?" he chatters to the kitten, reaching over to give him a scritch behind the ears that is rewarded by an arch into the touch, just the way he likes it. His body condition is filling out nicely, no longer the emaciated little wisp he used to be.

Sheru purrs a little mrrow, contented.

"I missed you too, bitty fidget," he says, lifting the kitten up to kiss on his adorable pink nose. "You're so cute I could eat you up." The golden kitten squirms in Pavitr's hold. "Speaking of eating, lets get your dinner out, I've made you wait long enough for me," he says, and he carries Sheru into the kitchen to set out his well-overdue food.

---- He feels it before he hears it. drip, drip, drip it goes, from his ceiling into his dreams. The tendrils of hurts hurts hurts wind around his wrists where the web should be. The sky above him is a sickly purple, shattering above him into endless splinters when— luh-luh-LEAVE ME ALONE I D-D-DON'T WANT TO The tendrils pull and he follows, shooting up stock still in his bed. Pavitr's breathing comes in heavy, ponderous breaths, his sense is screaming at him and he's overcome by— pavitr spiderman help me please dont make me please help help help pav please dont let him Sheru urgently chirps at him from where he's tucked against his knee, as if to say go, help her.

His heart hurts hurts hurts because you're in pain and now he's in pain and he wants to do nothing more than help, but he remembers that this time, he can. He ignores the drip, drip, and grabs the bangles and says to hell with the rest of it, he lets your screaming take him up, up, up, surrenders to the pull you have on him to navigate him silently through your bedroom window, the one you've started to leave unlocked for him. Like an arc of lightning, he's there at your bedside, to where he finds you thrashing in your tangle of bedsheets. Pavitr's only seen you after, but never during like this, there's just so much hurt and pain and he hurts— pav i love you puh-puh-please dont leave

"Oh, ahava, I have you now, I'm here" he breathes emphatically, gathers you up into his tight hold while he sits on the edge of your bed. He vigorously rubs your back, plants his lips firmly to the crown of your head over and over to bring you gently, quickly into the waking world with him. Your flailing ceases, your cries fizzling out into unintelligible blubbering, eyes flickering open to a blurry scene.

"Hey there, dove. Hey. Hey, it's okay, you're safe, you were having a nightmare, okay? It's all over. You're okay, you're okay, you're safe in your bed with me," Pavitr soothes into your ear. He senses you shifting in his hold, as if you wanted to press yourself impossibly closer, to melt into him. Your crying gets louder, now fully awake and completely frightened. "Hey, come here, come here, hold me, it's okay, I'm right here, sweet girl," he tenderly instructs, making room for you to wrap your arms around him fully, let him bracket your hips between his knees. "It's okay, you're safe. C'mere, I have you, Pavu's here," he pours comfort from his lips, like warm milk with honey. You grab on and hold, scramble for purchase on his t-shirt as if the tendrils of hurts hurts hurts would pull you down into the next world if you didn't. High, breathy sobs are muffled by the fabric on his shoulder, the clean laundry soap smell and his own scent beneath it are grounding. Pavitr drags out slow, firm circles against your back, the fabric of your pajama top damp with sweat. "It's okay, it's okay, my precious girl, Pavu's gotcha. C'mere, my darling, it's okay, shhhh, it's alright, darling, I'm right here, right here," he cooes to you, trying to calm your heaving respiration with the pressure of his hand against your back. "Breathe, darling, breathe, it's okay, oh my sweet baby girl, shhhh..." More squishy kisses are dotted along your sweaty hairline. You let your head loll to one side, let it rest in the hollow of his throat. You start to settle in his embrace, your head feels so heavy. "That's my sonu, that's my darling girl, there's a love, shhhh..." he praises, the words tender and sweet in your ear. Pavitr trails his kisses to the skin of your forehead, becoming alarmed at the heat he feels against his lips. "You have a fever, sweet girl," he murmurs, the hand on your back coming up now to brush your hair back. "He-head h-hurts," you stammer. Pavitr clicks his tongue, presses a long kiss to your temple.

"Oh, my poor ahava, looks like you've picked up a cold," he tuts. "No wonder that nightmare was so—" and that's when he sees it. He catches a glimpse of the sheets bunched around your legs. In the low light of the room, he makes out a dark splotch, extending to the insides of your thighs where your pajama bottoms cover them. His heart breaks, crumbles in his chest, because all of this could not have come at a worse time for you. "Pav, what are you—ohmygod, nonononono," you whine, embarrassment taking hold of you quickly. Everything burns, your breath is coming quick and stuttered, fresh tears pool along your waterline. You try, and fail to push yourself out of Pavitr's hold, but he doesn't allow it for a second. "Hey, hey, (You), hey. Hey," Pavitr croons in your ear, a stern edge to his voice. "Don't look at that, look at me," he orders, one hand moving to guide your face towards his. "B-but there's—you saw," you protest.

"Oh, dove, c'mere," he commands in the softest of voices. Your boyfriend tugs you even closer, melding you against his chest. He peppers kisses upon your knitted, sweaty brow. The affection drowns out the utter disgust you feel right now with yourself. "Don't cry, darling, everything's okay. I'm not going anywhere," he assures, gives your back a steady rub for good measure while resting his chin atop your head. "Can't, it h-hurts, and I'm so gross, I'm s-sorry—" your voice devolves into a high whine. "Hey, hey, hey, none of that, sweet girl, none of that," he gently, firmly ends your protests. He smudges a kiss against your chapped lips to make sure you get the message. "Let me fix it? Gonna take such good care of you, yeah?" "Y-yeah," you acquiesce, between snuffles into Pavitr's shirt. "Okay, sonu, you stay right here, I'm just gonna grab a couple things and I will make it all better, okay?" he says, waits for your nod of assent. He kisses your nose when you do, leaps from the bed to rummage around in what he knows is your underwear drawer. He nabs a few of your darker pairs, and a couple sports bras too, then spots a couple of spare laundry bags to stuff them in. He then gets to work stripping the bed, wrestles the ruined flat sheet into the other bag. Thankfully, no sign of damage to the mattress, a small comfort. Once he has everything, he returns to your shivering, whimpering form. "Okay, okay, I'm here now, Pav's here," he reassures, brushing his nose against yours. "Pav is going to take care of you now, you just relax and let me do all the work, yeah?" "Yeah," you breathe, all cried out. "There's my girl," he purrs, it's so fond and milky-sweet you're not sure you deserve it right now, nor the way he cups your flushed, fever-warm cheek. Pavitr wraps your legs up in the flat sheet tangled around you, the discolored areas covered up. He slings the laundry bags over one shoulder and lifts you into a bridal carry like it's nothing. He hops out onto the fire escape, casts a web out to slowly lower you both down to his unit. "Almost there, dove, just need you to put your arms around my neck and I'll get you sorted, I promise," he coos. You comply, using the little strength you have left to do so. Your boyfriend carefully rappels you both until you reach his fire escape, and he bundles you into his apartment, cheers a we're home, my darling into your ear. From there, he carries you straight to his bathroom. It's much like yours, expect his unit comes equipped with a bathtub, a feature yours lacks. Pavitr turns on as few lights as necessary and sets you down on the toilet lid. He efficiently roots through his medicine cabinet, finds the cold medicine and painkillers and sorts them, with a glass of water.

"For the pain, ahava," he explains. He passes caplets for you to take, you choke them down, and he helps you sip the water to chase it down, you sputter on it anyway as a cough wracks your body. "My brave girl," he praises, rewarding you with a back rub for your efforts. Your vision is hazy from the remnants of the nightmare, but you meet his eyes through the fog. Sleep is weighing heavy on you and you start to go adrift with it. "Tired..." you bubble out, your chest crispy, frothy on the inhale. "I bet you are, sweet girl, you can sleep so soon," he promises, stopping to wipe some sweat-matted hair from your forehead. "Gonna run you a nice bath, put you in some new clothes, and I'll tuck you into bed with me, doesn't that sound nice?" "S'nice..." you slur, swaying in your seat. "Oh no, not that!" Pavitr chides, a gentle laugh rumbling in his throat. He reaches out to right you, guiding you into sitting up by the shoulders. "You gotta stay with me a minute, okay? Just a little longer for me?" "Uh-huh," you agree. He grins and pecks you on your flushed cheek, his lips pleasantly cool on your skin. You hear him start the water and fiddle with something under the sink, out of your view. He tosses something into the tub, you think you could be imagining things, but you pick up on a slight floral aroma, it's hard to tell with a nose that feels stuffed with cotton wool. He sets out and opens a box on the counter, you recognize it as the box of pads he'd brought home, all that time ago.

"Okay, darling, I'm gonna take care of this—" he says, untangles the sheet from where it's wound about your legs. "—And I'll bring you some towels and clean clothes. Leave your clothes by the door when you get in the bath, I'll knock and swap them out once you've gotten in the tub, alright?" "O'tay," you murmur, eyelids fluttering. Pavitr's heart melts into a puddle of goo right there, he boops your nose with one pointed finger because oh you're precious like this, even under the circumstances. "So cute, sonu," he gushes. "You have fun in the bath, come find me when you're done," he directs. With a final pet of your head, he leaves you to it, taking the sheet with him. He assesses the damage once he gets to the washer, and honestly, he's seen worse. Years of vigilantism have taught him how to get blood and god knows what else out of his suit, whether it was his or theirs. No matter, he runs through his usual routine and sets up a cold water wash, then raids his linen closet for the mahogany-toned bath towels Miles had given him as a housewarming present when he first moved here. Pavitr stops by his bedroom last, piles on a cozy pair of track pants, some fuzzy socks, and one of his favorite old tee shirts, the one you seem to love rubbing your face on whenever he wears it. He then raps on the bathroom door, knocks one, two, three times. There's no reply. "(You)? Dove?" he calls out. Still radio silence. The thrum of the tub filling drones on behind it. He taps his knuckle on the door thrice more. "(You), I have clothes and towels for you, are you okay with me opening the door?" he presses his ear against the door, and there's nothing. Pavitr chokes down the lump of worry in his throat and steels himself to go in anyway. "(You), I'm gonna come in, okay?" he announces. He backs himself into the room in case you're not decent, and, to his surprise, finds you exactly where he'd left you. You're perched on the toilet seat, still in your clothes and slouching off to one side. The tub is just about filled, he deftly stops the tap before setting the linens down and examining your state. You're dazed, eyes unfocused, bleary, as if in a trance. "You weren't kidding when you said you were tired, huh," remarks Pavitr, cupping your chin in both hands. You don't reply beyond arching into the touch, sleepy nonsense spilling from your lips, and Pavitr can't resist cooing at it. He sighs heavily, realizing what he's going to have to do now—leaving you like this isn't an option, and he can't fairly put you in bed in your condition. He'd imagined this scene playing out so differently, if you'd ever wanted for that, and he hates the idea of taking that experience from you, for whom a positive "first" is few.

"Hey sweet girl, we gotta get you out of these so you can get cleaned up and sleep. Are you okay with me helping you if I promise to cover you up?" he asks, as if he were explaining to a small child.

"'M too tired. You do it," you mutter. Your eyelids look like they weigh ten tons when you peep at him through the small amount you can pry them open for.

"Alright then, lift your arms for me, darling," Pavitr instructs. You comply (barely) and he lifts your top from the hem. He pauses at your bust line to drape you from collarbone to knee in the biggest and fluffiest of the towels, then pulls you flush against him to pull the top most of the way up from the back, before getting the towel all the way around under the shoulders. Satisfied that you're covered, he frees your arms from the top, and takes a deep breath before kneeling, hands brushing the crests of your hips.

"Can I take these off?" Pavitr asks. He waits patiently for your nod of assent, and then works everything else over your hips and down your legs in one go, shuffles it all off to the side before you have the chance to worry about what became of them.

"All finished! I'm gonna help you get in the tub now," he says, and loops an arm under your shoulders to guide you onto your feet, the room swims as you do, the sinus congestion making itself known with the dull throb against your cheekbones. Your boyfriend holds you up as you step into the tub of deep indigo water, and then discards the towel to pull you close enough to lower you into the tub without either you falling, or him seeing something he shouldn't. For a second, Pavitr thinks he catches a flash of your exposed chest in the low light of the room, but finds himself unable to care.

"The w-water, its...it smells good," you croak, voice crackling in your vocal cords like a grocery store receipt crushes in your fist. You can feel the heat starting to weave gentle fingers through the knot laying heavy in your stomach, unwinding the tension and clearing up the fog of congestion in your head.

"That'd be the epsom salt cube. I was gonna surprise you with it next week, but I figured you could do with a little pampering right now," explains Pavitr. He perches himself on the rim of the tub, and pours into one hand a generous amount of the very expensive shampoo he uses, you know it immediately by the sharp apple-citrus notes that hang about him whenever you go for a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, Pav, are you—oh, fuh-fuck," you bite out as your boyfriend starts to work the shampoo into your hair, confident fingers and thumbs massaging into your scalp. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, you sink deeper into the tub, neck immediately relaxing into his hold as he gently tugs at the roots of your hair.

"Shhhh, ahava, let me spoil you," he shushes you. Your eyes flutter open to catch his expression, the way the tip of his tongue peeks out between his lips as he focuses on applying just the right amount of pressure with each pass, his nails scratching your scalp just so. It's amazing to you how you can be caked in all manner of crud, and this gorgeous man could not be more adamant about literally carrying you home with him, doing domestic things like your laundry, buying you pads, washing your hair for you, and the look on his face is so in love it makes your poor tired heart want to melt away, like the salt in the bath.

"That's your good shampoo though," you protest. Pavitr snorts, it's hard to take you seriously now with how you're putty in his hands, utterly surrendered to the almost medicinal way he's kneading his fingertips into the skin of your scalp.

"I was hoping you'd notice, sonu," he replies, the gentle grin still crossing his face. The pads of his thumbs find purchase at the base of your skull, drawing firm circles to release the tension he finds there, you exhale a curse as he does so.

Your brief surge of alertness begins to wash away with the shampoo suds. The rhythm of Pavtir's fingers stroking through your hair is calming, sleep laps at you in waves and he easily supports your weight in his hands. Your aches and cramps bleed out of your pores, drawn out by the epsom salt in the bath, but also by the warmth of his hands. Your eyes fall shut once again, sinking down, down to the bottom of the tub, to the ocean, weighed down by the lead balloon of fatigue. You hear the rush of water when he lowers your head into the tub just enough to cover your hairline, the soft thump of your heart in your ribcage amplified by the liquid. It should be frightening, but it's not, you feel safe with the way he cradles your head in his hands, knowing he'd never let you drown. He's never let you drown.

Pavitr props your head on a rolled up towel at the end of the tub. You feel him take one of your hands, and then a soft, wet cloth tracing gentle circles down the length of your arm.

"Feels good?" you hear him ask. His voice sounds a million miles away through your blocked ears.

"Mmm..." you hum, relaxing into the warm embrace of the water. Pavitr laughs quietly and firmly kisses your palm, laces the cloth between your fingers to scrub there for good measure.

You feel him repeat the act on your opposite arm, stopping at the point of your shoulder. The touch is fond, as if to say hush, beloved, it turns your already weary limbs into something not unlike an overcooked noodle, tossed about by a gentle rolling boil. There's a shuffling noise, and then Pavitr's reaching into the tub for one ankle.

"Gonna take such good care of you," he purrs.

The cloth tickles a little as it passes the arch of your foot, the curve of your ankle. Long strokes pass along your calf to your knee, the pressure increasing to slough off any dirt or sweat that might be there. He gets all the way around it, and then halts at the inside of your knee.

"Can I go a little higher?" he asks.

You try your best to open your eyes, barely making him out in the low light of the room.

"You don't have to say yes. I just...wanted to help, if you were okay with it. And I really do mean only a little higher." he explains.

Since the first time Pavitr kissed you in your kitchen, he's not once broken your trust, or asked anything of you he didn't know you'd want to give. Wherever you went, he met you where you were.

"Yeah, you can," you sleepily agree.

You feel him rub your knee with his other hand, before slowly, somewhat firmly, stroking the cloth up the inside of your thigh, the cloth dips below the water line as he goes. The touch is soothing, not teasing, and he loops back down with plenty of room to spare before the juncture of your hip, true to his word. Your body is pliant, easily maneuvered like a fashion doll. Pavitr retraces his path one, two, three times, just enough to clean up the skin beneath his hand, no more. He balances your opposite leg on your knee to treat it the same, rotates your hip just enough to get at everything, keeping the rest of you obscured below the colored surface of the water.

When he's satisfied with his work, he flips the drain switch, and grabs the towel from the floor.

"Let me get this under your shoulders," he cues, two towel-covered hands winding around and under your underarms. "There's a love, stand up for me one last time," he praises.

You follow, pushing yourself up on shaky, boneless legs. Pavitr does most of the work anyway, the towel falls in front of you as you stand to keep you covered. He deftly pivots you back onto the toilet seat, then grabs a second towel to dry off your hair and neck. He gives you a brisk rub, then, in a flash of playfulness, covers up your face with the towel. He quickly reveals your face again, your drowsy expression wringing a giggle out of him, he can't resist kissing the tip of your cute nose.

"Silly…" you mutter, the biggest grin you can muster crosses your face at the idea of Spider-Man of all people playing peek-a-boo with you. His sense of humor in a difficult moment warms your heart.

"You love it," Pavitr jests, blows you a kiss.

He fishes a packet from the box on the sink counter, unwraps it and adheres the contents to the inside of the clean underwear. He knows you're going to give him flak for it later, he doesn't care, he's a fucking adult and you're about to fall asleep sitting up, he just wants to get you out of here as quickly as possible. He kneels at your feet, feeds your legs through the underwear, then the track pants, and guides you through shimmying them up past your hips.

"Bed…" you whine, slumping off to one side. Your face is still colored with the overtone of malaise.

"I know, sweet girl, I'm almost done, don't worry," reassures Pavitr, slipping the fuzzy socks onto your freshly dried feet. He reaches for the shirt, the last step.

"Arms up, pretty girl," he tells you, voice low and soft, like a thick, dreamy fog.

You comply, and he quickly pulls the shirt over your arms and torso, the towel drops off as the skin is covered. Before you can blink, you're bundled up off the ground, face pressed against a warm chest. You can't help but snuggle closer, the chills rippling through your fever-ridden body driving you to seek out the heat.

You're set down onto a cloud of linen, down, and cotton, rich and fluffy, and smells like him. You don't know why you've never been here before. The cloud sinks a little as he climbs up beside and around you, pulls up the comforter over the both of you.

"You did so well, darling girl," he rumbles. Arms pull you back into his chest, wind around you into a cozy cocoon with the tangle of his legs. Here is safe, warm, comfy, and the praise makes your head feel all muzzy.

"Sleep..." you breathe, burrowing closer into Pavitr, craving the closeness.

Pavitr giggles lowly, smears one, two, three kisses to your temple and forehead, still far too hot. The flat of his hand drags back and forth between your scapula, slow and hypnotic.

"Yes, ahava, you can sleep now. I'm gonna take such good care of you," he hums into your skin. "Rest now, my brave girl,"

The soft, steady thump of his heart against your ear is your lullaby, the bounds of his arms and chest your cradle. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, letting it fill your tired lungs and soothe your ravaged throat. On the exhale, soft tendrils of sleep sleep sleep wind about you, pull you under, and you willingly follow. There's no pain, no sickness, no heartache, just him.

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eternallydreaminggf · 2 months

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relationships between my cats:

the brother and sister "sunny & trixie (trinky)": they are literally brother snd sister. Genetically. and fully also they have the same dad and mom. they are rare non breeder yet non bastard cats, came from a monogamous adopted couple. calico mother and black father made black daughter and orange and white brother.

the cutesie opposites best friend duo "trinky and minky" : aforementioned sister kitten & her rare imported fluffy grey ukranian(she was born there 🇺🇦) scottish fold best friend. they are opposite in so many ways.... From different social classes (certified prestigious breeder vs Literally Free result of Unspayed couple), huge contrast in appearance (black and sleek and skinny looking vs fluffy and grey and... fluffy looking. pointy ears vs no ears. pointy face vs rounded face), and very different personalities (rambunctious and curious vs calm and cautious) Such a perfect adorable match. They r often spotted cuddling and playing together.

the chill homies duo "sunny and minky": ukranian fluff cat is not really as close with her besties brother but they will hang out near each other and also play together sometimes. Note that sunny is the only male cat and thinks that he should be the center of human attention because of it... he is closer to humans than any of the cats

the strict grandmother and granddaughter duo "thithi and minky": thithi is the oldest and was allegedly once a mother... her kittens mustve been taken from her before she was sent to the pet store. for this reason i think she has a complicated relationship with the youth, she doesnt want to get too attached to them in fear that they will be taken from.her like her own once were. minky was the second cat to be introduced into our home after years as thithi as a lone cat.... after a few years she has begun to grow fond of minky but minky is traumatized from the way she has treated her in the past. Often thithi will come up to groom minky and show her love and minky will jump cower and run away

Grandmother & the golden child duo "thithi and sunny": much like in humans the only boy child is favored by the mother figure over the others. thithi, famously 'bossy' and dominant, allows sunny to steal from her and has exchanged nose kisses with him

The Awkward.... Dynamic duo "thithi and trixie": trixie had gone into heat about two times before (one time after being spayed) and lost her mind. she attempted to seduce thithi which has forever tainted their relationship.... thithi is reluctant to accept her as a granddaughter due to her past behavior.... hence it is awkward... when they meet there is a lot of 😬 tension. trixie doesnt really remember her behavior under heat but thithi does... so trixie is confused at the cold shoulder that thithi gives her and thithi wishes she would leave her alone. maybe time can heal this relationship despite the intensity of the taboo....

#delete later #btw minky is not her real name #but a nickname

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 9 months

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Did a commission for a lovely Anon!

Aizawa x MTF reader

900 words of pure smut no plot.

Daddy kink, curvy reader, and lingerie.

He was already gone by the time I woke up. Always up so early and back so late. I hate feeling like I never get to see him anymore. Today I'm going to fix that!

I cleaned the bedroom and put out some nice candles next to a bottle of lube, making sure nothing is too close to the bed. I wouldn't want the candles falling from shaking the bed too much. Finally I go to the closet and pick out the perfect set of dark pink lingerie. The one that hugged my hips and brests just right. The one with the panties that barely cover my bulge. With tall socks that squeeze my thick thighs. It doesn't leave much to the imagination but that's just how I want it. I cover it with one of his black shirts and wait for him to come home, and wait, and wait…

The longer I waited I couldn't help but think of all the things I wanted him to do to me. The touch of his shin, the feeling of his strong muscles wrapped around me, and his huge-

"Nnnh~" I let out a low moan. I didn't even realize I started touching myself, but I couldn't stop. I palm at my growing bulge through the thin fabric. It feels good but I want more, I want him, I want-

"Well looks like my kitten needs attention~" Aizawa's low husky voice fills the room. I freeze. My eyes snap open and I stare at him, my face turning bright red. "Oh don't stop on my account kitten." He smirks, obviously teasing me. The bed dips as he sits next to me, practically on top of me already. "Though I'm a little jealous you've been having fun without me."

"N-no daddy! I've been waiting for you!" I quickly sit up and straddle his waist. "I'm sorry, I got too excited when I was thinking about you I couldn't help myself…"

"Is that so? And just what were you thinking about?" He roughly squeezed my ass and I let out a small yelp of surprise.

"I-i was thinking about how you would touch me… and how your big cock would feel inside me…" I blush almost as bright as my lingerie.

"Oh? Touch you where? Here?" He starts to palm at my hard dick. Using his other hand he takes off his shirt I was wearing and smiles when he sees the pink lacy bra holding my breasts. "I see you got all dolled up for me babe."

I moan slightly and tug at his shirt. "I did. So please can I have a reward?" I ask softly, hopefully.

"Of course~" He whispers in my ear sending a chill down my spine. I can't help but stare as he takes off his shirt revealing his toned abbs and deep v line. My eyes wander and I stare at his crotch, my mouth already watering at what's coming next.

Suddenly he flips me over and I'm flat on my back. I let out another surprised yelp. "I wish I had time to take it slow, but you're just too cute that I'm already rock hard." His voice drops when he says this. He undoes his belt and drops his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Revealing his long thick cock in all its glory. My breath hitches in my throat when I see it and I bite my lip when I see him grab the lube. "You ready for me babe?" It wasn't really a question but I answered anyway.

"Yeah daddy~" I moan out loud when he slides two slick fingers inside me. Stretching my hole before replacing it with the tip of his cock.

He pushes in slowly, making sure I feel every inch as he enters me. Slowly filling me up until it's all the way inside. "Good girl~" Suddenly his slow teasing movements turn into hard pounding. I moan in ecstacy as he grabs my ass for leverage.

"A-aizawa!" I moan.

He growls in my ear. "That's not what you call me" His rough hands squeezed a bit harder.

"D-daddy!" I practically yell. Every thrust perfectly hitting my sweet spot. I can feel my dick throbbing in my panties. He takes one of his hands from my ass and strokes my dick through the lace.

"Gonna cum sweetheart, yeah cum for me-" he groans, he's getting close too and I can feel his already large cock twitches in my ass.

I scream as I cum in my panties, staining the new lingerie. My toes curl and my back arches as I spasm on his cock. Aizawa pulls out and pumps his dick. "Open wide kitten~" His voice is low and I open my mouth happily for what comes next. Thick ropes of cum shoot into my mouth and on my face. Swallowing greedily I let out a satisfied sigh.

He wraps me in his strong arms and pulls me close as we both bask in our afterglow of our orgasms. He gently rubs his calloused fingers through my soft hair and kisses my forehead. "This has been wonderful babe." All I can do is nod as I lie completely spent. He smiles down at me. "Next time I'll be sure to unwrap my gift." He said as he pulls at the hem of my lingerie.

#bnha smut #aizawa x mtf #aizawa x trans reader #mtf reader #my first time writing daddy kink so sorry if its not right. not one of my kinks #my writing #♠️

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lustbile · 2 years

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i was thinking about this the other day while i was reading kitten (i still have to read the second post!)

what about jaemin buying you one of those fluffy headbands that have cat ears/bunny ears on them! and then he actually sees them on you and he’s like o-O what did i do? i feel like he’d be shy about being so turned on by it at first but then he’d start his nana cooing ways 🥺

hi! i’m the anon who sent the ask about jaemin getting you a bunny/cat ear headband. i just wanted to make sure i worded it correctly i mean those fluffy ones people use to do their makeup! so it’s like jaemin sees you doing your makeup with it on and he just gets really turned on by it?

Thank you for the clarification, and also a huge thank you for this ask! you are fueling my nct x pet play agenda, so thank you in guiding me into be just a little bit more evil

Warning: jaemin calls reader bunny a lot, oral (reader giving), almost bimbofication at some points maybe?? or maybe im imagining things who knows, and cum eating because why not :)

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“Hey, what time do you think you’ll be read-,“ Jaemin starts as he walks into the bathroom, stopping and choking on his words when you look up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

He was intent on complaining when he started towards the bathroom to see you. Though he wasn’t one to be rushing and ready to leave perfectly on time, he had been waiting on you for a minute or two too long, and he’d had started to get antsy just sitting in the living room of your apartment just staring at his phone. But when he stood with a huff and groan from your worn couch, he didn’t expect to walk in on you with the bunny-eared headband he bought you sitting snugly on your head.

He bought it mostly as a joke, letting a weird tone take over his voice when he said something about you being a bunny just like him. But ultimately, he thought you’d just toss it in your ever growing pile of beauty supplies, and forget about it just as quickly as he did.

But he underestimated you, like he had done on a number of other occasions. Even though you didn’t let it show on your face when you were too busy rolling your eyes at his creeping hands and odd expression, you genuinely appreciated the simple gift. So, to his ignorance, you had been using it every time you did your makeup, this was just the first time he had caught you in the act.

“Just another five minutes, I swear,” you lie through your teeth, looking back to your reflection with a slightly open jaw as you slowly apply mascara, “I’m almost done.”

He heard you when you spoke, but your voice turned more into garbled syllables as he stared at the small fuzzy ears that poke from the top of your head. You look so cute as you sit perched on your chair, your butt lifted slightly as you lean in for a closer look, and he almost feels like he’s dreaming when the sudden overwhelming realization that you’re his and only his washes over him.

Slight shame also washes over him when he feels a stirring in his belly. You just look so sweet as you focus on the pigmented black that elongates your eyelashes, the makeup only adding to how you look when you bat your pretty eyes. He wants it to be a moment of just loving admiration, but he’d be a liar to say seeing you look so innocent and focused doesn’t make him feel like defiling you with his much rougher hands.

He approaches you with caution, not wanting to come on too strong when you’re distracted and risking you poking yourself in the eye. But the way he creeps towards you with a gentle hand only makes him feel like he’s approaching a defenseless bunny like a carnivore, and almost wants to kick himself for how it makes him stiffen in the confines of his jeans.

“Baby,” he coos softly, waiting until you have the spoolie far enough from your face before he wraps his hand around yours. He guides your wrist down until you stick it back into its tube, and he smiles softly when you look up at him again with those eyes that make his knees weak.

“You’re using the headband I got you?” He asks in an almost patronizing tone. He reaches to pinch one of the ears between fingers, and when you jump as if you actually feel the sensation and shyly nod, he feels his chest tighten, “so you did want to be my little bunny.”

You can’t hide the way his words affect you, your nose scrunching up as a soft grumbling sound comes from your throat. You want to complain yourself, want to warn him to not be mean to you, but when his other hand moves to cup below your chin, you just melt back into his chest with a pout.

“Well look at how pretty you look,” he praises, petting your head as he makes you look forward again into the mirror, “should have bought you one of these a long time ago.”

“You’re enjoying this too much Jaemin,” you say nervously with a soft scoff, your chest warming at the way he locks his eyes onto yours through the reflection, “it’s just a headband.”

“No, no, no,” he argues as he tilts your head back, looking down at you with a much more devious grin, “you’re the prettiest little bunny I’ve ever seen.”

He leans down as he happily hums, his lips landing on your forehead with a soft kiss, and your hand lifts up to curl around his forearm when he starts trailing more kisses down the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t mess up my makeup,” you complain with a long whine, going against your own words when you lean your head back further as he moves down. He chuckles softly at your inability to resist his kisses, and he nips gently at your skin just to watch you squirm.

“I won’t,” he assures through a mumble, gently pecking at the tip of your nose before he finally brushes his lips against yours, “I’ll be real careful, I swear.”

“Mhm,” you hum unconvinced when his lips lock onto yours, opening your mouth slightly when he flicks the tip of his tongue out. The kiss turns much deeper than you expected when he was just cooing about your bunny ears, but you accept it happily when he licks at the back of your teeth.

You can feel him still fiddling with the ears of your headband as he steals the breath from your lungs, tugging at the fabric as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Any intention of finishing your makeup and leaving to go shopping like you two planned is wiped from your mind, and instead all that plagues your mind is the boy that wraps himself around you.

“You were taking so long, bunny,” he playfully complains against your lips as he moves his hand down to curl gently around your throat, “making me wait so long. Do you think you can make it up to me?”

“Yes,” you whisper without thought, enjoying the heat of his hand on your skin too much to form real thoughts, not thinking of what he could be implying as you sit up enough to put your lips back on his. And it’s not until he pulls away and moves to stand next to you, does it dawn on you how dirty his idea of retribution had been.

The bulge that sits at your eye level is unignorable, and when you shuffle to turn to face him, you feel your mouth start to water and your hands begin to twitch. His hand is now curled around the back of your neck, and when he pulls you until your chin rests on his stomach, you happily grin up at him and sigh.

“You know what to do, bunny,” he says sternly with a nod down, letting you go to give you range of motion again, busying his hands instead with petting at the skin of your cheek and pinching the end of one of the bunny ears.

Your hands shake slightly as they smooth up the denim that wraps around his thighs, your eyes fluttering back down the button that clasps his jeans closed. The itch of anticipation floods your chest suddenly, and when he lets out a small sound when you reach the small round piece of metal, you can’t stop the way your body slightly bounces in your seat.

You glance up at him again as you undo his pants, biting softly at your lip as you look at him with wide eyes. It would be foolish of you to act like you haven’t perfected the act of playing your boyfriend like a fiddle, and it feels like he’s handed you a silent gift of thanks when his lips curl in and his jaw tightens in his impatience.

You curl your fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and underwear once his zipper is undone, working the fabric down his hips slowly as his chest rises and falls with his laboring breath. The way he glares down at you feels like a warning, but the feeling of him impatiently tugging on the headband and the way his eyebrows furrowed together makes you just want to tease him even further.

You let out an embarrassing sigh of content when you look down to watch him gently slap up against his belly, the sight of him so hard just from the sight of you making your thighs clench together as you wiggle in your seat. You feel yourself subconsciously lick your lips, and as the sound of only your combined breathing surrounds you, you smooth one hand up until you start to trail your fingers softly up his length.

“Such a bad bunny,” he grumbles through his teeth, huffing when you look up at him with sparkling eyes while wrapping your hand around him. It’s with this touch he realizes that you coated your skin with lotion after you exited the shower not even over an hour ago, and the feeling of you soft palm around him and starting to move up and down his length, makes him hiss out his words, “you’re always so mean to me aren’t you.”

All you do in response is happily nod, letting out a small noise of content when his hand that isn’t busy tugging at your fake ears, wraps firmly around the side of your neck. You wiggle a bit as you lean forward in your seat, holding eye contact firmly with the man that stares down at you in awe, and you revel in the sharp intake of air he takes when you take every chance of your hand slipping down to lap quickly at the tip of him that pokes out from above your fist.

The abrupt taste of him against your tastebuds makes your nose twitch again, the sight of that and the way your bunny ears bounce along with your head makes his blunt nails dig into the tender skin of your neck. He loves the sight of you so eager and playful as you drool slightly on the small amount of him you get a taste of, but he fears he may lose his mind if he doesn’t get to feel the entire expanse of your mouth.

“Stop playing around bunny,” he warns, nudging the back of your head until you wrap your lips around him, and he almost warns again until you slowly sink down as if you’re chasing your fingers with your lips and tongue.

The feeling of your warm tongue lapping at the thick vein he knows drives you insane makes his mouth fall open, and he can’t help but wink at you with happy surprise at the ease of you taking his large size. The first few times he let you put your mouth on him were a struggle, ending in you pouting and begging him to somehow train your mouth, but now you slip down much easier, your nose brushing down the hairs of his happy trail as you nuzzle against his belly.

You still drool messily around him, the evidence of that being clear across your lips and lower face as you pull up for a breath of air, a pleased grin on your face to show it off. You also still gag slightly when he guides you back down, your tongue lolling out past your bottom lip as you determinately force him as far back into your throat as you can take. The tension the action causes against his skin makes Jaemin gasp, and he can’t stop his hips when they start to thrust until he’s controlling the pace of you taking him in and out of your mouth.

You gurgle happily as he starts sloppily fucking into your mouth, your eyes moving up to his again as he takes in your messy face. If the way you look so excited, with his hands circling around your face and neck to keep you moving at the perfect speed, wasn’t enough to make his body tense and his face twist up in pleasure, the way the bunny ears of the headband flop against your forehead softly with every move does.

He thinks you’re unreal in every sense of the word. First, just using the silly gift in the first place, but then also somehow being the most arousing creature he’d ever seen when wearing it was throwing his whole mind off course. But now, with his size stretching your lips and throat as you have the nerve to look so happy and willing to have your mouth used like this, he thinks you’ve found a way to completely drain his brain from his body.

The warning he tries to speak dies on his lips from the mess of swears that take over his tongue, but the warning is unnecessary as you can already tell he’s towards his finish. The way he twitches against your tongue as his thrusts become messy and out of sync, is enough to tell you that you are truly always a few steps ahead of him.

The first taste of his come hitting you tongue makes you jerk back against his hold, but once it floods your senses, you’re reaching up to grab roughly at the way sides of his jeans. His hands try to keep up with the way they were moving you, but as you use your hold on him to pull his hips closer to your face, he knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

He lets out a rattling gasp and curse of your name when your nose pushes against his stomach again, his hand flying out to grasp at the lip of your vanity as his thighs tense almost painfully, and he worries for his mental and physical wellbeing when you groan happily around his over sensitive length.

You slide off of him with a soft popping noise when he finally finds enough strength to pull you away, and all he can do is smile down at you in amazement as you tilt your head back to offer him a much more energetic grin.

“Did I make it up to you Jaeminnie?” You ask with a cute, teasing tone that’s rougher than usual from the intrusion on your throat. And with the small streak of some that coats your bottom lip and drips down your chin, he wraps his hands around the back of your head again as he leans down. His tongue lands flat against the bottom curve of your chin, licking up the remnant of his orgasm from your skin before he slots his lips over yours, and shoves his still coated tongue past your teeth.

“Yes, bunny,” he whispers against your lips when he pulls away, the taste of himself lingering between you as he decides in that moment it would take a miracle to stop him from calling you that name, “but I messed up your pretty makeup.”

He frowns at the confession, as if you wouldn’t know about the trials and tribulations he just put you and your face of makeup through.

“Did you, Jaemin?” you offer a faux pout, playing into his antics once again, purely for the sake of your own entertainment.

“Yeah,” he says with a light whine in his voice as he lifts his hand to brush against the underneath of one of your teary eyes, “we can go out later, guess it’s my turn to make it up to you.”

#Nct smut #jaemin smut #kpop smut #nct dream smut #nct blurb #jaemin blurb #ask

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essayofthoughts · 6 months

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i am predictable: beauty and the beast au? pretty please? <3

I think I've prolly shown you this before, but regardless - enjoy!

He finds Vex’ahlia on the high tree-tower that looks out to the east, moss grown thick on the bark. Their huge form almost blends in with the timber of the place, but Percy’s grown pretty accustomed to spotting them and when he can’t the kitten can reliably sniff them out. As he watches, waiting in the doorway, the kitten stalks over before giving up on stealth and clawing at Vex’ahlia’s barked left leg.

“Oh,” they say, reaching down for the kitten with a long, twig-fingered hand. “Hello there, darling. Don’t usually see you out on your own.”

It’s with a small pinch and dart of their fingers they conjure a small knitted woollen coat, tucking it around the kitten deftly.

“Not on their own,” he admits, deciding to let himself be known and stepping out onto the balcony. “You weren’t at dinner; I wondered where you were.”

He doesn’t think he’s imagining how Vex’ahlia stiffens, going still as only a tree can before stirring themself to movement and setting the kitten on their shoulder, looking back out over the thick forest that surrounds the Echo Tree.

“No,” they say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t feel up to it.”

Percy shrugs as he makes his way over. The kitten meows down to him and he smiles, reaching a hand up to carefully scratch its ears. Vex’ahlia goes still once more but doesn’t move away, doesn’t otherwise respond.

“It’s all right,” he says, drawing his hand back down. “I just worried. I don’t think you’ve missed a single dinner since I got here without warning me first.”

“No,” they agree. For a while silence stretches. The trees in the distance look no different from any other, dark treetops in the growing dusk, swaying in some distant wind. “It’s an anniversary,” they say. “Of a kind.”

Of this? Percy almost wants to ask, but he holds back the urge. He thinks he can guess well enough; none of his family can sleep well on the day the Briarwoods had come.

“Do you want company?” he asks instead. “Mine or just the kitten’s?”

“You don’t-”

“I’m offering,” he says gently. “You don’t have to accept. If you want space, I understand.”

Vex’ahlia says nothing. It’s not an oppressive silence - the wind and rustle of distant leaves prevents that, as does the ever increasing familiarity they seem to share - but it’s a pregnant one, as though if he waits his patience will be rewarded. So he does.

“I had a brother,” Vex’ahlia says eventually. They gesture at the trees stretching out into the distance. “He’s probably still out there, knowing him. Trying to find a way in.”

“Do you want him to?”

“Not while I’m like this,” Vex’ahlia admits. Followed by, “But I miss him.”

Percy’s not sure if this is a mistake or not but when next he reaches out, it’s not to pet the kitten. Instead he sets his hand gently on Vex’ahlia’s shoulder, a silent offering of comfort. For once, he suspects words would not suffice, that physical affection is better.

After a long stretch, one of Vex’ahlia’s twig-fingered hands comes to rest on his. Percy doesn’t count how long they stand there, staring out over the forest. It’s enough, he thinks, to know he’s doing something.

#beauty and the beast au #perc'ahlia #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #rightpastnowhere #ask #my fic

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blood-injections · 4 months

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We've had our new cats for like two weeks now and. I just wanna tell you about these guys. They're eight months old, they're still kittens. They're brothers and while they look nearly identical they couldn't be more different. They're american longhairs that we think might have some maine coon or norweigan forest cat in them, and like i said, they're still young, they're not done growing yet, and we're expecting them to get Big.

But they're brothers, eight months old, and the first one, Rocha- gentle giant. He's the sweetest. But he's already HUGE. He's sweet but also. I'm laying down in bed and he comes up to splay himself on top of me but in doing so climbs over me and . Hes big. Hes HEAVY. He comes up to bed and i might be asleep and suddenly. Boom! Like 30(its probably more like 20 but still hes Heavy) fucking pounds of cat, the weight all in one paw straight into my spleen and i just kind of die. Worth it though.

Then he sucessefully splays out on top of me while I'm still wheezing and hes like. Pinning me down hes so big. He doesnt loaf he splays and hes on my entire chest and stomach and his tails like past my knees. Hes like three feet long its crazy. Hes like. A whole toddler. He needs his own bed.

Then comes his brother. Maple looks like hed be the sweeter one, hes more confident, he comes right up and greets everyone while Rocha hides for a while around strangers. But no, hes the menace. You cant eat or make food in the room because he will scream and bolt for you and jump on the counter and stick his face in whatever you're doing. I have to put him in the closet while i get his food because he literally wont let me get it out of the can. He acts like hes actively starving to death and when he does get his food he fucking sucks that shit up like a shopvac. Its gone becore you can even stand back up meanwhile Rocha takes his sweet time eating his little plate of beef saute. One second versus several minutes. Also Maple has been DESTROYING all the pillows and stuffed animals in the house, hes like a dog, he doesnt eat the tuffing thank god just bites the ears and limbs and corners off of everything.

Also, unlike his brother, Maple is. Well. Tiny. Like TINY. They're identical in looks aside from their size. Rochas a workout to pick up and you have to hold him like a large baby. Maple I can pick up with one hand and i could easily chuck him like a football. In fact thats exactly how i get him off the counter. I scoop him up with one hand and drop him out of the way even though i know he'll just jump back up ten seconds later. And yknow how Rocha kills me in the process of cuddling and then splays out huge. Well Maple is the sweetest when hes actually not playful or around food. Hes so light i know he wouldnt wake me up even if he climbed all over me. He'll climb on my chest and like put his head at my chin and be soo sweet and he'll curl into the tiniest little ball or cat loaf and hhhhrg. Tiny. He could fit in a little round fishbowl that's how small he is when he curls up. Then theres his brother thats three times as big 💀 its actually hard to tell ones so much bigger unless they're sleeping how they do because they're so fluffy they just look the same when theyre like walking around. Anyway i just think they're silly. The twin but not so much brothers

Maple in the mentioned tiny loaf on my chest right this moment actually(left) and last night Round(right)

Meanwhile theres Rocha standing at windowsill height like a whole child

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naturepointstheway · 1 year

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Cats-pril 2023, Day 4 Prompt: Tail

A very quick piece with Mistoffelees and Tugger as kittens, with the latter waking up to the former snoozing in his tail, paws wrapped around it in an embrace.

Others I'd written for event:

Day 1 Prompt: Ball

Day 2 Prompt: Memory

Day 20 Prompt: Collar

The warmth of early autumn had waned as its end drew near in a rain of golden and yellow leaves and a nibbling of frosty morning chills. The sun’s heat waned away with every passing week, but it still shone as bright as ever, casting pools of wonderful light to sleep in. The trees out in the garden and along the street were all nearly completely bare save for a few leaves barely hanging on in the insistent high wind; just a few more gusts and surely they’d all be fallen before the next day.

Finally, one leaf surrendered to gravity’s embrace, a gust of autumn air smacking it against a window pane, not even bothering the Rum Tum Tugger sleeping peacefully in a bed under the window. Despite still being a kitten, his mane and tail were already thick and fluffy, keeping him cosy and warm in the approaching chill of winter. His paws were nothing but floof, and growing quick to their adult size, though his limbs had yet to catch up, so they were a lot thinner in appearance than they actually were, thanks to his big paws.

Tugger’s tail twitched, trying to pull away from around him as though to swish over the floor as he dreamed of diving into whatever was up in the top shelf of the pantry (they looked like huge boxes, but why had the humans wrapped them in weird paper and ribbons? He had to know.) But there was a sort of…resistance, a tugging at his tail that half awoke him from sleep, raising his head as he squinted blearily at his tail.

His eyes immediately widened, breath catching in a delighted gasp as he saw the reason why—Mistoffelees, that strange new black, mute kitten the humans brought home not long ago—dozed in the floof of his tail, all paws wrapped around it in a cuddle like it was the soft toy the smallest human always hugged to themselves when asleep.

Wow, how dare he be this cute.

Well, there was absolutely no way he’d be getting up now. He was completely stuck in this bed, unable to do anything but doze off again (or just marvel at Mistoffelees’ adorable little sneeze when a bit of fur tickled his nose). The black kitten’s quiet purrs kept time to a quick tempo, drowned out by Tugger’s own louder purrs as he held his tail as still as he possibly could, lest he awake Mistoffelees.

The sound of approaching paws in the corridor caught his attention, both ears turning to try and decipher from the paw-fall rhythm alone who it was. Alas, he was unable to guess who it was, but he didn’t have long to puzzle over it, for not too soon, a great paw pushed the door open. In slipped a maine coon, similar to Tugger with his mane and tail and appearance, but his fur was white, black, and grey in contrast to Tugger’s brown fur with its black spots on the chest, and the stripe of light white and black in his mane.

“Tugger!”

Mistoffelees flinched in his sleep, a paw scratching at an ear as he did when stressed. Instinctively, Tugger held a paw over Mistoffelees’ ears as he shushed his older brother, tilting his head in the black kitten’s direction.

“Shh! Munk, look at my tail—look!”

Munkustrap glanced over at Tugger’s tail, and smiled for a moment before addressing Tugger again.

“Can you come with me? I need to talk to you.”

“Oh…alas!” Tugger let loose a dramatic sigh. “I can’t. I have a Mistoffelees sleeping on my tail. Call back later, Munky bro.”

A quiet, annoyed hiss. “You know I hate being called that.”

“Okay, Munky bro. See you later. I can’t move while I have Mistoffelees dozing off on my tail—which is fluffier than yours by the way. I don’t see him dozing in your tail.”

Munkustrap responded with a warning back-and-forth swish of his tail.

“Suit yourself, Tugger, but I expect to see you later.”

“Not moving anytime soon. Not going anywhere, sorry.” Tugger thought for a second. “Actually, I’m not sorry.”

An eyeroll from Munkustrap, along with one more annoyed swish of his tail.

“Now, please let us sleep in peace?” Tugger attempted his best wide-eyed, innocent look. It rarely swayed Munk, but it was always worth a try, as it did work every now and again.

And it worked this time.

Munkustrap mumbled to himself under his breath before clearing his throat, tail rising into the air, ears perked.

“Come find me before sundown, Tugger. This is important.”

With that, Munkustrap turned around and headed back out into the corridor, leaving Tugger and Mistoffelees in peace once more. Tugger lowered his paw back down on his other one as he checked that Mistoffelees still slumbered, undisturbed. To his joy, Mistoffelees, paws were still wrapped around his tail, but he was now kneading it in his sleep, purring impressively loud for such a tiny kitten. His eyes were still shut, ears flickering in an idle, relaxed manner, apparently undisturbed by the conversationseconds ago.

And then, Mistoffelees had the audacity to nuzzle his face into the fur of his tail, purring even more delightfully than before.

Adorable. Too adorable.

#cats the musical #catspril-day4 #cats-pril2023 #Rum Tum Tugger #Mistoffelees #mute Mistoffelees #Zurich Misto #Munkustrap #Zurich Munk

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leafened · 7 months

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do read mores only work if you put text above them

we had a small black cat that was maybe a god taking some time off to be a cat

we found it as a 8-10 week old kitten in a garbage can at a mcdonalds having fire crackers thrown at it by kids, calm and totally willing to be handled. its tail had been cut off some time prior and it had huge oversized legs like a rabbit and so came to be known as little bun. we thought it would grow into the legs and it did grow a little but never to a full size. it was almost teenage kitten sized, or more specifically, rabbit sized

it was never scared of people despite having been tortured as a kitten. would let you pick it up/pet it/otherwise treat it like a cat but would look bored and disappointed until you felt embarrassed and stopped. the one time we tried to give it a bath, it used its back legs to completely shred everyone - all the roommates teamed together to try (it had gotten into something nasty, can't remember what) but we physically could not manage it

two times seemed to threaten me directly - once when it had gotten into the garbage in search of leftovers, i was making fun of it for not being able to meow/said something like 'maybe we'd know when you want food if you'd deign to speak to us' 'little bun is too good to meow like a cat' and it hopped up on the sewing table i fed the cats on, looked me dead in the eyes and said "Me-ow" in a very loud very deep voice. only time it ever meowed

second time i said something about how i could beat it in a fight when we were talking about how intimidating it was. it ran across the room and scaled the recliner i was sitting on, clung to the backrest of the chair, and leaned over so its eyes were an inch in front of mine and just stared

both incidents were so uncanny

and it treated the other cats exactly as it did us -- it would indulge them and let them groom its ears etc but never actually played with them and would "correct" them if they ever tried in earnest

its main activity was getting up in a high spot and listening to us talk. like it would look at whoever was speaking, keeping tabs on the flow of conversation

then one day it just left and our roommate saw it a couple years later in a neighbor's yard and it ignored him...

#cat memories

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trag3dija · 1 year

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Trip to the woods/// chan x !femreader

Warnings-!!!smut!!!!grinding, dry humping? And many more 😭

"Y/nnn!! " my mom said.

"Im coming!! "

My parents wanted to have a trip to the woods. Since I didn't have any siblings, and it would've been just me and my parents, they asked my bestie's (Hannah) parents.

They said sure, because it was summer break and her family didnt have anything to do better.

I was wearing a white bralette and a button up. And I was wearing grey shorts, showing off every curve.

I went to my car and sat down. But then my bestie and her handso-ahemm...her brother sat in the car too. I sat in the middle and chatted with hannah until my parents said that there was a few bags that wouldnt fit neither in our car and neither in my besties parents car. They said that I had to sit on someones lap. I chose hannah's lap, bc i didnt want to flatter myself in front of her brother. A few minutes into driving she was yelling that her legs hurt. And then she suggested that I went on her brothers lap. My eyes widen but soon agreed. I sat on his lap and adjusted myself. He gripped my waist and quietly moaned.

"Mhhgg" I heard him moan in my ear.

"Its okay. You can sleep if you want to" he said softly. He patted my head and put it on his chest. I soon dozed off. I woke up because the car went over a bump. It was a bit uncomfortable so I moved my hips to find a better way to sit.

"Ughh-mm" a deep voice groaned behind me. It was chan. My besties brother.

I was sure my face was as red as a tomato. I went to adjust again, and then we suddenly drove over many bumps. Well this is akward... I looked at him and he was laying his head back, biting his lip. His neck veins where showing, and his hair messed up. God he looked attracti- WAIT WHAT.

His hands were now on my hips, as we went through the bumps he buckled into me. He groaned as the bumps stopped. I moved just a bit and he already spoke.

"Kitten, you don't wanna do that, unless... "

I stiffened up, as one of his hands grabbed my thigh, while the other was gripping on my waist. He pulled a blanket over me and moved his hands to my between my legs. He massaged my pussy through my panties. And then, he shoved them to the side. I grabbed his hand, trying to get it out, since we were in a car with my parents and his sister. He pushed two of his fingers. I couldn't help but moan.

"Sweetie? Is everything okay? " my mom asked me.

"Y-yeah, it's just that the bugs keep biting me. " I lied.

"Oh ok.. "

He kept teasing and fingering me, when we finally stopped at the gas station.

"You can go to the bathroom if you want to, ok? " my dad said. I nodded and went to the bathroom. And when I just opened the door chan pinned me against it and locking it. He started to kiss me roughly. He then trailed of from my lips to my neck. Sucking my skin, and leaving dark purple marks.

"Do you know how you're driving me crazy? You're gonna pay for that" he said in my ear. His hand was going down my chest to my cunt. He undid the knot of my shorts,met with my panties with a wet spot on them. His fingers rubbed my clit. I saw his boner growing bigger in his pants. I touched his boner through the clothing, making him moan, taking off his fingers from my panties. He made me turn to the mirror grabbing the sink's corners.

"Now, I want you to see how I fuck the shit out of you, you slut."

He pulled down his pants as well as his boxers. I saw his huge dick hit his pelvis. I was already shaking, i knew that I would be destroyed. He didn't wait for a second and put it inside me.

" Aughghh chan!! " I couldn't help but moan.

I looked in the mirror seeing that his dick was only halfway in, while I was already suffering. He put all of it in me in one harsh thrust. I moaned so loud that probably my parents heard. I put my head down from the emberassment.He pulled my hair harshly so that I would look in the mirror,and How well he was fucking me. He was moaning, whimpering,like a mess but, those sounds he made was like from pure heaven.

"I-im gonn-a cu-m-m " I felt the knot in my stomach.

"who said you will? " he asked.

He pulled out. And set me on the sink spreading my legs. He bent down and started teasing me with his kisses and licks near my pussy.

"P-pleasee! " I moaned, because I just wanted him to make me cum.

"Please what? Use your words slut" he said.

" please m-make me feel g-ood!! "

He then started licking and kissing my folds. He was looking straight at my eyes while doing it. God he looked so hot. My hands went to his hair, pulling it. My head was thrown back from the pleasure. Before I could say anything I cummed in his mouth. He licked all of it up. Even if i was catching my breath, I kneeled down and wrapped my tounge around his angry red tip.

"God- y/n-" he moaned while he grabbed my hair in a ponytail. I slowly went in. Half of it was enough to fill my mouth but then, he thrusted Fastly, making me choke and gag on his dick. Little tears went down my cheeks.

"Oh fuck! i-im gonna cum! "

I felt his dick throbbing as his seed went down my throat.I sucked it all up, giving him a lick down his dick again.

He had shivers. He and I were fixing up, and then he said

"When we'll come back to the cabin, im sure you're not gonna walk for the rest of the month".

I blushed at his words. We went back to our car.

" honey, why do you have purple marks on your neck? " my mom asked.

Oh shit.

" oh, it's just some bruises,i don't know how i got them" I said Laughing a bit, hoping my mom believed it.

"Ohh ok, Next time be careful. "

Phiu, thank god. And the next second We were driving to our cabin in the woods.

Hello!! How are you guys? I hope y'all doing well! Hope you had a great day, and byee!

#straykids hard thoughts #stray kids #kpop smut #bang chan #bangchan smut #skz smut

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