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Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Ever since you spilled coffee on your co-worker, you find yourself getting in compromising situations with him.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, co-worker Toji, office sex, oral sex (m. receiving), gagging, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, praise, semi-public sex(?? they're in the janitor's closet in the first part and there's people outside)

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Apart from his name, you don’t know anything about the man you work with. Toji sits next to you eight hours a day, yet you’ve never gotten to properly know him. You have no idea if he’s married, if he has kids, a pet– What waits for him when he gets home? Does he have any hobbies? The only time you ever talk is about work, and you typically wouldn’t care about knowing your coworkers if it weren’t for the fact that you constantly find yourself daydreaming over Toji.

What you like the most about Toji may be the fact that he barely speaks since it leaves you questioning everything about his personality. You make a perfect version of your co-worker in your head which has you head over heels for him. It certainly doesn’t help that Toji is exactly the type of man who you want behind you, fucking you senseless.

You hate to have those types of thoughts in the middle of the day, and worst of all, you’re mindlessly staring at him, and it’s too late to turn away when he asks you what’s wrong. He clears his throat, and you feel your face burning hot when he asks, “Is everything okay? Do I have something on my shirt?”

“Oh– No! Sorry…” You can’t play it off much since you stared at him like a lovesick teenage girl. You try to ignore the awkward interaction by looking back at your computer, trying to go back to work, trying to ignore the very embarrassing fact that Toji caught you daydreaming.

You feel his eyes on you as you turn back to your work, and you swear you could crawl in a hole and die of embarrassment. His gaze lingers on you for a moment before Toji turns his attention back to his own job. You don’t stress about it, completely forgetting about the awkward interaction after five minutes. 

You work fine throughout the afternoon, and when you finally get out of your chair to take a break, you bump into him. Toji’s coffee spills all over his white button up shirt, making a gasp leave your lips. Toji doesn’t have much of a reaction even though the coffee looks hot. Your immediate reaction is to rub your long sleeve on his shirt to try to clean it up. You’re repeating, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I should watch where I’m going.”

“It’s fine. You’re fine.” Toji just holds his arms up as if he were being threatened by a gun. Toji isn’t a man that gets flustered easily but by the way you’re unintentionally touching him to clean him up, his cheeks burn. “It’s fine, really. I’ll just clean up in the bathroom–”

“I’m sorry.” You jerk back when you realize just how much you’ve been touching him without his permission. He lets out a chuckle, making it seem that it’s fine. It was an honest mistake, he surely doesn’t mind if a pretty girl bumps into him… Now, if it was one of the old guys that work in the office, it’d be a whole different story. You watch him walk away, mentally cursing at yourself for being so fucking dumb.

You notice the mess on the floor and you tiptoe around it to go to the janitor’s closet and get some stuff to clean it up. You enter the small room, turning on the light to look for some paper towels. You click your tongue, seeing that they’re on the top shelf.

You stand on your tippy toes trying to reach a roll but they’re too far back for you. Would it be too embarrassing to jump? Nobody is watching… Just when you’re about to jump, you feel a body pressed against your back. Your head slowly turns, and luckily, you find your handsome co-worker, grabbing the paper towel for you. 

“Here you go.” He gives it to you when you turn around, and you awkwardly smile at him as you take it from his hand.

“Thank you, Fushiguro. Again, I’m so sorry.” You repeat. You feel your heart skip a beat when you realize just how close he is, hearing him breathe and feeling the warmth that his body gives. His dark green eyes are filled with lust, and he makes no effort in disguising it. You’re flattered, really, but this isn’t appropriate considering where you’re at.

“Please, call me Toji.” He licks his lips, and you feel as if you’re burning up. The heat his body emits really doesn’t help you cool you down either. Your eyes look at the door that’s closed for a reason… It’s locked.

You’ve imagined this scenario one too many times, and you always imagined yourself as the most confident woman in the world– But as it happens to you, you’re too shy to really do anything. “I’ve seen the way you look at me… And thought of a way your pretty face could make up for my ruined shirt.”

“Toji…” Is all that manages to leave your pathetic lips. You’re not scared, your body is practically begging for his touch. “It’s not appropriate to do what you want to do here.”

“Why not? The door is locked.” He says as he grabs your hand and puts it on his belt. His lips meet yours, his tongue going past your lips and wandering around in your mouth before it presses against yours. He’s just like you imagined, intoxicating.

Your hands begin to move on their own, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You can’t take too long since you have to get back to work soon, it’ll be quick, hopefully. You pull away from the kiss, getting on your knees. You pull down his briefs, letting his cock free from its confinement. It’s more than you expected.

You lick your lip before biting down and looking up at him. He has a smirk on his face as he waits for you to do more than just stare. Your tongue licks up from the base to the tip before fully wrapping your mouth around it, taking as much as you can get.

You bob your head slowly, starting off slow. And as Toji feels your pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock, he thinks that maybe this wasn’t his brightest idea. He lets out a breathy moan, feeling so good. Your bobs begin to pick up a bit of speed, and the man stops talking for a second to enjoy the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

“You look so pretty on your knees like that. You’re just a pretty little thing.” He sighs, relieved. He decides to bite his bottom lip, holding back moans so the whole office doesn’t hear him as you suck him off. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You look up at him, pleased with what you’re doing. You’re doing what you’ve always thought of doing with him– But you’re in the office. You can’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be heard. But he got a bit too caught up, enjoying the feeling of your mouth and your tongue. 

He grabs the back of your head and pushes your head so you gag on his cock. It’s your punishment for ruining his shirt. Your gagging is like music to his ears, the greatest melody he has ever heard.

“Fuck– Fuck-” He moans as a couple of tears leave your eyes. He begins to move his hips, which he finds more fun than just pushing your head on his cock. “God, such a pretty girl taking my cock.”

He’s completely forgotten about the fact that you’re in the office, and he’s getting loud. He’s staring down at you, admiring just how beautiful you look with your mouth wrapped around him. He lets out a groan, filling your mouth with his cum. 

He finally lets go of your head, and you take your mouth off his cock. You swallow most of his cum, but some of it manages to escape and it drips down the corners of your mouth. Toji bends down to clean it up, pressing you to open your mouth so he can wipe the remaining cum on your tongue. 

“You have to fix your makeup, by the way. I’ll see you out there.” Toji says, fixing his pants before unlocking the door and leaving you to fix yourself up.

You’d definitely be mad being left alone so fast after sucking a guy off, but you can’t be mad at him. If anything, it makes you want him even more.

“Hey, can you help me with this?” Toji asks, eyes focused on the new program that you’re working with. It’s no surprise that he doesn’t know how to use it– Not that you want to be rude but it makes sense.

After your little encounter in the janitor’s closet, Toji hasn’t really tried to do anything else with you. You were slightly disappointed but you managed to move on. What really worried you was any of your co-workers hearing how he moaned while you two just managed to be locked in the janitor’s closet. What really made things confusing was the fact that you came back with no paper towels even though you were going to clean up the mess you just made. 

“Yeah sure.” You’re sure that it won’t take too long. You’re off in around thirty minutes, teaching him shouldn’t take longer than five minutes.

At least that’s what you thought, it seems that Toji isn’t smart enough to catch on with it quickly. Your co-workers begin to leave one by one, and when you’re the last ones in the office, you’re convinced that Toji isn’t even qualified for the job. Until you realize that Toji isn’t even paying attention, his eyes have been ogling your cleavage the entire time… It’s not like you can even blame the poor guy since your boobs have been practically on his face the entire time.

“Should we continue this tomorrow? It seems your eyes are elsewhere.” You point out, and he lets out a chuckle.

“I agree. We should continue with that tomorrow. I need help with something else though.” Toji says, clicking out of the program.

“Can we do it tomorrow–” You begin but he shakes his head. You furrow your brows in confusion as you watch him turn off the computer. What exactly does he need help with?

Toji stands up from his chair, taking two steps to get close to you before his hand goes under your chin and he makes you look up at him. It clicks right there and then. Toji didn’t need to learn how to use the program, he just wanted to get you all alone in the office.

“I don’t think this issue can wait till tomorrow.” His voice becomes husky, and you squeeze your thighs out of reflex. You’re not planning on fighting it. He’s been flirtatious with you all morning, and you’ve been thinking of him a million different positions he can put you in… Curse your dirty mind. 

“Does it really? I thought you didn’t even want me after… Well, you know, the incident in the janitor’s closet. You didn’t even try to make a move on me after.” You point out, and Toji laughs. You don’t exactly find what’s funny about this. “What’s funny?”

“Maybe you’re just not available for me. You’re always going out with everyone else, what do you want me to do? Steal you from them? Let them know I want to fuck the shit out of you?” He answers. And maybe he’s right, you have been going out with your other co-workers after work to get a drink, and when it’s not that, he’s out of the office. You really haven’t given him much of a chance to ask you out or let him fuck you after work. 

You won’t admit you’re at fault, therefore you decide to move your hands to the back of his head.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You tell him, pulling him into a kiss. It’s not worth spending time arguing any longer since you two clearly want to do something that doesn’t involve much talking. While your tongues press against each other, his hands move under your ass to lift you up and put you on his desk.

As he kisses you passionately, his hand goes to your thigh, caressing the soft flesh that your skirt exposes. His hand goes up to your panties, toying with your clothed cunt, working you up. He moves your panties to the side, running his fingers through your already slick folds. He pulls away with a smirk on his face, only to say, “You’re already so wet for me, pretty girl. But I haven’t done anything?”

“Shut up.” You sound embarrassed, and you are. Just the thought of him fucking you is enough to make you go crazy. 

He pushes two fingers into your cunt, his lips landing on yours again. His tongue glides over yours while he curves his fingers, searching for your sweet spot. He knows when he finds it, feeling a moan through your tongue.

His fingers toy with you, while his free hand frees his cock. He pulls his fingers out when his cock is free. He runs the tip through your folds, and he begins to tease you. You hold your breath in anticipation, waiting ever so patiently for Toji to bury himself inside of you.

You breathe in as he pushes himself inside of you. He lets out a breathy moan as your walls wrap around his cock. Fuck, he didn’t think you would feel so tight and warm around him… Oh fuck, this is too fucking good. How did he not fuck you in the janitor’s closet immediately?

His cock slowly stretches you out, and you bite your bottom lip, holding back from being loud. There’s no one around, but you still don’t want to draw any attention to yourself.

Toji starts off slow but quickly picks up speed.  You’re taking him so well, and fuck, do you look beautiful. He’s surprised he hadn’t made a move sooner– But he couldn’t, he had no way of knowing that you liked him. Not until he caught you daydreaming while staring at him.  

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He tells you as his head goes to the crook of your neck. He licks it before biting down lightly. His head remains buried on your neck, where he lets his moans out so they come out muffled. “And your pussy is so fucking tight.”

He’s too lost in pleasure to even have noticed how your hand had gone down and now you’re playing with your clit. He hears your sweet moans in the air, which is truly the best music that has ever graced his ears. Fuck, he could ask you to marry him right then and there just to hear that every morning and night.

“Oh fuck, Toji–” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Toji’s hitting just the right spot, and he doesn’t even know it. You’re squeezing around him as your orgasm nears. You had many ideas on how your work day would end, but you truly didn’t expect to be on cloud nine when it ended.

Thank the heavens for Toji. That’s all you can think about when you reach your high, loudly moaning his name which echoes in the empty office building. 

Toji’s breath gets caught up in his chest, his thrusts getting sloppy as his release approaches. He doesn’t want this to end yet– But maybe he could invite you out to dinner and then take you back to his place. The night doesn’t have to end so soon… 

His nails dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he reaches his release, his hot cum filling you up. Toji remains buried inside of you for a moment, while you both take a moment to regulate your breath. He pulls out and fixes your panties quickly before his cum gets everywhere.

You’re both quiet as you gather your stuff to leave. You wait for each other to go to the elevator, and even when you’re inside the lift, you’re awfully quiet for a pair of people that just had sex. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smile at Toji when you get to your floor. He grabs your hand before you can walk away and he proposes,

“Let’s actually grab a drink.”

when are you going to make the part 3 to the eren story? if you cant or dont have time that's fine 😁

IM ALIVE! I basically just died for like one year? but I am back. I have been working on part three for monthssss, but I keep changing how the scene goes 🤪 however, yes that will be out. I'm so sorry for the wait

it's so fucking cute how guys will act like they wanna wrestle for who tops and then start whimpering the second you put a hand on their throat. some boys are just meant to get fucked but if they wanna be cute about it I won't complain

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genre: smut, college au

pairing: programmer! beomgyu x gn reader (afab when it comes to smut)

warnings: nsfw, sub virgin nerd! beomgyu, dom! reader, corruption kink, mentions of p0rn, handjob, riding

word count: 1.8k

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Super shy !

genre: smut, baker au, college au, crack

Pairing: shy loser virgin bakery worker ! soobin x college customer ! reader

Warnings: sub soobin, dom reader, clubbing loss of virginity, riding, hand job, titty groping (can’t be a Soobin smut without him being obsessed with boobies be fr), premature ejaculation,

word count: 2.9k

As soon as you stepped into the newly established campus bakery, walking up to the counter and observing all the pastries, contemplating for a rather long time before you end up deciding on what you’d usually order anyway, Soobin couldn’t help feeling like his world got totally turned upside down. The sight of you rendering him completely speechless and unable to even think.

Time seemingly going by so slow like in the kdramas as your shiny hair majestically blows in the non existent wind inside, smile brightening up the entire bakery. He could practically see the roses blooming around your face like in the mangas. Was this love at first sight?!

Realistically, no.

But were you incredibly attractive to him and a breath of fresh air to the moody, stressed out college students that purchase a single coffee and stay for hours completing assignments with their backs concerningly hunched over? Hell yes.

And unfortunately for Soobin, he does not do well with pretty people. At all. Not realising you had even ordered, too in awe and preoccupied with taking in all your features until he’s snapped back to reality with the clearing of your throat and he can already feel his cheeks burning up horribly fast. Oh god. He really, really hopes it’s not evident right now.

“S-sorry…What did you say?” He begins apologising profusely to you, too embarrassed to even look you in the eyes, staring off more to the side. This was definitely not his best customer service.

With a chuckle, you brush it off and state your order again, “I said could I have the strawberry swirl cheesecake please?” If Soobin could look at himself in third person, he would so be face palming right now. Or better yet, maybe he could just go up and like, punch himself straight up or something for acting like such a loser.

“Ah right... That’s ₩7500. Cash or card?”

You pay with cash and Soobin, very nervously, fumbles around to garner the right amount of change to hand you, though doing it in the most awkward way possible and his palm makes direct contact with yours as he hands the money, making him blush even more and let out a small obvious gasp at the feeling of your soft hand. Oh my god. Why did he do that?! He really hopes you didn’t find that weird.

You only let out another chuckle, thanking him before you’re leaving the bakery in an elegant manner and Soobin is left to sigh and watch your back disappear. Damn it. He’ll probably never see you again. You were so pretty and so cute, too cute even-

“You’re such a virgin.”

His thoughts about you are abruptly dissipated by his coworker and unfortunately best friend, Choi Beomgyu who gives him the stupidest, most annoying grin he would definitely like to slap off his face right now.

“Just shut up.” Soobin grimaces and rolls his eyes at beomgyu, bringing a batch of freshly baked cookies out of the oven behind him and placing them into the display glass one by one.

"You’re pinker than the pink macarons we sell. That's saying something." Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at him with sass.

So does that mean you could see how flustered he was getting then? Oh no! Soobin clears his throat and narrows his eyes at beomgyu anyway. “Am not.”

“Are too! Anyway, all I’m saying is that interaction was painful to watch. You’re really giving pathetic, loser, virgin right now. I cant lie.” Beomgyu attempts to stifle in one of his obnoxious laughs.

Soobin is quick to snap back, "You've only ever slept with one person!"

"S-s-SO!! At least im not a virgin!" Beomgyu’s cheeks also become the equivalent to the pink macarons as he scrambles to try and defend himself, brows furrowed and cheeks puffed, his cocky demeanour easily replaced.

“Well, the concept of a virgin is purely societal anyway. It doesn’t actually matter. It doesn’t mean anything really.” Soobin bitterly replies, continuing to work whilst his counterpart does completely nothing like most of the time. It's usually soobin that does work, remind him not to agree to beomyu's silly ideas of getting a job together ever again.

Beomgyu scoffs and snickers at this, "Whatever. You’re just saying all that to make yourself feel better because you’re a loser LMAO."

"I’ll punch you right now."

"Then we'll both be fired~”

A poor customer still awaits at the counter to be served, standing in bewilderment and tiredness. Waiting for the two bakers to finish bickering and sighing as they don’t seem like they’re going to stop anytime soon.

Soobin doesn’t expect to see you again, in complete honesty, he’s almost forgotten you exist after you never come again. But he’s in luck and more than pleasantly surprised when he hears the bell to the door go ding !, indicating a customer had walked in. He looks up from the cake he was decorating and in comes you looking cuter than the first time he saw you. He tries not to mess up the came and he stands up straight almost instantly when he sees you, waiting for you to order and trying to remain calm.

You laugh and point at his cute nose when you come up to the counter. “You have like, icing all on your nose.”

“O-oh. I do?” He points at himself and you nod in reply. Hefeels himself going redder by the minute. He must look so stupid right now! And he urgently brings his sleeve up and tries to wipe the flour off his nose to not make himself not look an even more of a complete fool in front of you .

“Ah wait no. Let me do it!” You lean over the counter as you see him struggling and wipe it off the top of his cute bunny like nose instead for him.

And that was the end of soobin. The end.

You become a regular at the bakery and soobin becomes a regular of embarrassing the absolute shit out of himself each time he sees you. He really doesn’t think he can top the previous comedic disaster that occurs when you enter, yet he always proves himself wrong, the awkwardness reaching new heights each time. From dropping trays of pastries, spilling drinks, nearly slipping in front of you, giving you a ₩50000 note when it was only ₩5000 change, the list goes on and on. He’s actually surprised he hasn’t lost his job yet.

And there’s also always a disappointed beomgyu shaking his head afterwards ready to make fun of him when Soobin promises to make a move but freezes every time you’re in sight, too much of a pussy.

“I’m calling an intervention.” Beomgyu declares and sighs after the nth time of soobin making absolutely no moves on you whatsoever, “Soobin, my man, my bro, you desperately need to get banged. It’s painful seeing the way you act. Your little crush is not gonna like you with the way you act. That’s it. We’re going clubbing tonight after this shift. No buts.”

“But-”

“I said no buts!”

“You know I hate clubbing.”

“You’ve never even been with me despite my constant pleads.” Beomgyu shakes his head and makes a dramatic pained face at his way.

“So? I know I’ll hate it.”

“You’re such a hater bro.”

“Yes I am. And I take pride in it. I’m a hater of everything.”

Beomgyu just sighs. He was utterly hopeless.

Unfortunately there was no way Soobin could get out of this because beomgyu was having absolutely none of his protests and excuses and that’s how he ends up finding himself at the club anyway, sitting off the to side as he watches beomgyu disappear somewhere into the crowd. He sighs as he drinks his jack and coke. This was going to be a long fucking night.

In the dimly lit club, soobin’s discomfort was palpable, like a fish out of water and you noticed instantly upon arrival. It’s that cute tall baker boy who always serves you! You excitedly make your way and sit next to him, he looked a little lonely. “Hey! You work at that bakery on campus! I go there!”

Soobin’s eyes nearly fall out of his sockets at the sight of you sitting next to him and he nearly chokes on his drink straw as he splutters on his straws and nods. Act calm, act calm, act calm, act calm omfg. Act cool and mysterious. Omg! It’s you! You’re speaking to him?!

“So These things not really your scene huh?”

“Gee. How did you ever notice?” Soobin attempts to smile and joke but it comes off a little awkward and nervous.

You also try to carry on the conversation since this is the first time you’ve got to ever actually talk to the cute boy before. “I’m very intuitive. I can just sense things like that.”

He laughs at that too, feeling a bit more comfortable around you now. “No but yeah, I’d much rather be at home right now sleeping. Can’t say I’m much of an advocate for getting stupidly drunk with sweaty people you don’t even know with terrible rave music and and flashing lights that should have an epilepsy warning”

“I get it.” You chuckle at how passionate he gets talking about how much he hates clubbing, frown on his cute face. “So why are you here then though?”

“Friend wanted me to. Said I needed to finally get laid or whatever.” Soobin rolls his eyes and sips on his drink again, motioning his head to the direction of beomgyu on the dance floor, clearly drunk off his ass now.

“Oh you’re a Virgin?”

Soobin’s ears go red when he realises what he said to you. “O-oh um y-yeah I guess…”

“Are you waiting for like marriage or the right person or something?” You question, genuinely surprised.

“God no. Just never happened. I don’t really care for things like that. It’s probably overhyped anyway and doesn’t even feel that good. Like porn is highly unrealistic anyway.”

“You think so?” You chuckle at him and he nods, continuing to cutely sip on his drink with his straw. “Well maybe you should to try it out first and see for yourself~” Your words start to become a little flirty as you grow more confident talking with him and also because the of some of the alcohol you’ve had making you slightly tipsy now. “…wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please.” Soobin’s eyes widen even more at your suggestion and he’s more than happy to get out of here with you especially.

“Umm your friend is a bit….out of it right now.” You watch beomgyu drunk from afar, whipping his long hair back and forth claiming to everyone around he’ll be able to do it fast enough to lift off his feet and fly like a helicopter.

“He’ll be…he’ll be fine I’m sure”

Soobin has no idea what good stuff he must have done in his past life to get to this moment right now, in your room, making out with you, in your bed. Did he mention making out? With you?! The customer he’s been crushing on for months?! Holy, he might hyperventilate right now. It all feels like a dream. Is this real right now?

You cup his cheek and move into his lap, continuing to move your lips against his and soobin’s ears and face are all flushed, breathing loud of enough for you to hear and he looks all nervous and a little shaky.

You stop kissing him but he chases after your lips still and you stroke his cheek, “Are you okay Soobin?”

He’s only able to nod, lips parted and eyes all glazed over. He’s so out of it just from making out with you it’s crazy. But so cute too.

“C-can you…can we…just want…”

“What do you want, baby?” You chuckle and stroke his cheek as he manages to utter some words. The petname only makes his head go even more haywire.

“W-want you…”

“What do you want me to do?” You giggle and coo at him.

He shyly shows you the boner he’s had this entire time. You can’t believe he got a boner just from some kissing. “Can you-will you touch me…please? Need it…” He pleads at you nervously, so red in the face.

“Are you sure?”

He nods his head exceptionally fast and you begin to unbuckle his jeans as he watches you take his flushed and hard dick out, breathing only becoming heavier. Damn, you didn’t think he’d be that big.

You take him into your hands and his mouth his already agape, gasping when you slowly start to stroke him.

You pump his big cock at a steady pace so as not to overwhelm him too much, though twisting and thumbing at the tip occasionally that has him drooling at the corner of his mouth and beads of precum dribbling out heavily from his cock. It’s endearing how far gone he is just at you stroking his dick slow, shy whimpers and other noises eliciting from his mouth.

You unbutton you shirt with your other hand as you continue to pump him and his eyes go crazed at the sight of your tits, you guiding his own big inexperienced hands to grope at them and he does, slumping his head into your neck and shoulder moaning into it and still groping and squeezing at your tits.

With a sudden yelp you feel Soobin’s cum spurt up and leak into your hands, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers continuously from his premature orgasm.

He doesn’t lift his head from your shoulder yet, too embarrassed to face you but he eventually does, eyes still half lidded, trying to catch his breath and he’s hard again. “W-will you fuck me? Please please please. Wanna feel it, wanna feel you, please?” He practically begs, still panting out.

“Are you really sure, Soobin? With me?”

“Yes please! Only want you.”

You study his face for any hesitancy but it’s clear he’s so set on wanting you to fuck him. So you wrap your hands around both his wrists and bring him to lay down on your pillows instead, you still straddling his lap.

When you’ve undressed your lower half, you bring his dick and slide it over your entrance a few times, he moans out loud, hands coming up shyly to cover his face and then you sink down incredibly slowly on his massive length . Soobin’s jaw drops and breath hitches at the feeling of his dick finally in your warm pussy, a strangled moan ripping out of him. He could seriously cum just from being in you right now, but he tries so hard not to or you’ll be disappointed and he doesn’t want to see you disappointed or embarrass himself even more.

“You good, baby?”

“M’ f-fine. Just-Just need a minute.” Soobin shakes out.

You take his hands away from his face and lean down to softly kiss him instead, trying to calm him down and he effuses into your mouth, kissing back passionately with his eyes closed.

“I’m ready now…” He pulls away after a while and looks you in the eyes.

So you start to slowly move, riding him, going up and down on his virgin dick. Soobin’s mouth hangs open in endless moans and gasps and whimpers, face buried into your pillow to the side and his hair all messy now. Whole body flushed and shaking underneath you.

“Better than you thought, baby?” You grunt out, bouncing on top of his cock.

“So much better. O-oh my god, f-fuck…ah!” So maybe sex wasn’t overhyped after all. Because goddamn, you feel so fucking good. Maybe it was just you. But Soobin truly feels like he’s gliding on fluffy clouds right now. All the times he’s touched himself not even coming close to how he feels right now stuffed in your pussy as you fuck him, watching mesmerised as your tits bounce with each movement. He could die here right now in full contentment. Oh how he was so wrong.

It’s not along at all before Soobin can’t hold it anymore. His hips bucking up and breath hitiching as a loud strangled mewl tumbles out of his mouth and you feel hot cum fill you up suddenly that makes you still your movements on him. He lets out a long slurred groan and then goes limp beneath you, eyes closing shut and open as he fades from conscious to not every now and then. Is he really that fucked out?

After a while, he finally somewhat recovers and comes back to you from his high, still panting out and chest rising up and down. He looks up at you with a small shy smile on his lips, arm thrown over his forehead.

“You know I literally only go to the bakery because of how cute and silly you are and how you always make a mess of yourself whenever walk in~” You chuckle and admit, drawing shapes into his chest.

“W-wait you knew I liked you?” Soobin asks, shocked and feeling embarrassed again.

You laugh, “Come on, you made it rather obvious.”

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys 😭 if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷🌷! It’s incredibly discouraging and irriating when fics have such little reblogs ☹️. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it make writers want to actually write :)

A/n: having serious writers block rn but forced myself to write this in practically one sitting (it was so painful) and has not been proof read at all so if it makes no sense I apologise 😭

“The story of how you convinced your awesome boyfriend to ride your face.”

Pairing: Cowboy!Taehyung x Mechanic!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Countrylife!AU, Slice of Life!AU, Smut

Warnings: subby!Taehyung, Dom!Reader, shameless flirting, Taehyung is a needy boyfriend, making out, needy fumbling, Tae’s hands are doing hot things, face riding, rimjob (m.receiving), handjob, allusions to oral for her, he’s a little sceptical at first but loves it in the end, they are happy & in love

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n:This is Only Yesterday!Taehyung because I may have a lil crush on him. Also PtD!Taehyung is the sole inspiration for this ngngn 🥵 I also wanna state that I fucking love the OY universe, it’s so comfy and makes me feel so snuggly hhahfhah. have fun besties 🤍

“This is stupid. I ain’t gon’ do that”, Taehyung says, shaking his head.

The two of you were on a lovely date today. You took Taehyung out for dinner earlier, but you are long back at your place. Now cuddling in bed whilst listening to some music.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun”, you say, wiggling your brows at him. 

“It’s ‘cause, I don’t like nothin’ close to my butt.”

“Really? So you don’t even wash yourself?” you tease, knowing very well that Taehyung was a very clean person. You just like to tease him.

“Ew no, I ain’t nasty, ‘course I wash my own ass. But I just don’t want nothin’ stuck into it.”

“I’m not gonna stick anything into it”, you laugh, “I just want you riding my face.”

“Yeah, but that’s like weird. I’m no girl.”

You roll your eyes. 

“Oh come now, it’s 2023, let’s not go there.”

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. I ain’t no sexist. I just feel weird about it”

“Why?”

“What you mean why? I just do. You know how the guys gon’ look at me when they find out I sat on my girl’s face? They gon’ laugh at me.”

“Okay, I hear you. I’m sorry I brought it up. You obviously don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with”, you assure him and peck his cheek. 

“Thanks, you’re really sweet. It means a lot”, he says, reaching out to pinch your own. 

“Just so you know though. The guys would never find out. I don’t talk to them about the sex we have.”

“Good you don’t”, he laughs, “that’d be hella weird if you did.”

“Yeah, right”, you agree, laughing right with him. 

Taehyung rolls over and cages in your head between his elbows.

“What?” you stop laughing.

“Nothin’, I just like listenin’ to you laugh”, he says, kissing you deeply afterwards.

“Mhm babe”, you mumble into him, making sure that he won’t leave your lips for the rest of the night by hooking your arms behind his head.

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MANDARIN PEEL

Hellooooo! I understand that it has been a very, very, very long time since I last posted and I am not dead! A lot has been happeneing in my life and so I have been preoccupied. However, I am here with a piece that has been in my drafts for months 0_0

To make things very clear, I do not condone cheating or disloyalty of any kind, this is simply fiction and for entertainment purposes.

Also I do not have any specific reason as to why it is called Mandarin peels, it was just the first title that came to mind.

Warnings - sub!Armin, dom!reader, modern! Au, college!au, cheating, 

Summary - A game of strip spin the bottle sparks a little lustful attraction towards you, one that Armin swears is harmless. Little does he know, you harbour the same lustful attraction, the only problem is; Armin has a girlfriend.

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Lust. That's all it was, Armin swore. Just a small lustful crush that had no meaning and no deeper attraction, or connection.  

The first time Armin noticed this 'lust crush' was the night -three months ago - at Jean's party. Everyone - including his girlfriend and you - in the main friend group was gathered in a close circle, an empty beer bottle in the middle. Initially Armin thought this was going to be a silly game of spin the bottle with the traditional rules but no. It was a game Ymir made up; ask a question and then spin the bottle to see who answers it. If you refuse to answer then you have to take off a piece of clothing. That last part had Armin internally squealing and he would've up and left if his girlfriend hadn't begged him to play. You sat across from Armin and his girlfriend, your posture calm, collected and nonchalant despite the potential stripping. 

"Okay, who's going first?" Ymir claps her hands together and looks around expectantly. 

"I will," it's Connie who speaks first, a playful glint in his eyes. He's clearly drunk which means he has absolutely no filter or sense of boundaries. 

"State your question, then spin the bottle," Ymir repeats the rules and then leans back against the couch.

"Would you rather eat a bowl or Eren's toenails or a bowl of Jean's beard hair," he's trying hard to contain his laughter and complete the ridiculous question.

Everyone groans and complains about him not taking it seriously.

"Connie, that doesn't count. You miss a turn now," Ymir waves a hand at a whining Connie dismissively.

"What? Not fair, that was a serious question, a good question too!" Connie's words fall on deaf ears as everyone ignores him.

"Okay, I'll go," it's Eren. His hand brings the joint up to his lips, inhaling for a few seconds before exhaling a cloud of smoke that twirls and dances in the purple led light. It almost looked like a dream - a hazy, lilac dream.

"Would you rather fuck Connie or Jean," everyone could always count on Eren to cut straight to the juicy questions, he prides himself on his bluntness. Now everyone giggles, aside from Connie and Jean who protest and blush profusely. Eren's hand void of the joint reaches down and grips the cold bottle, giving it a quick spin. The tension and excitement grabs the room by the throat as everyone leans in closer to watch the bottle spin round and round, holding their breaths as it passes them. Armin watches as the bottle catches the light of the led's. Purple, pink, red, green. He watches mesmerised, amused even. Only when he hears everyone laughing and Jean cheering does he realise the question had already been answered, who by, he doesn't know. Next to Eren is Sasha, who is bouncing around on the ground excitedly. 

"Yay, my turn! Okay, okay, are you a sub or a dom?" The question prompts a few snickers from around the group. Nearly everyone knew the other's preferences. The only ones who remained a secret were Armin's, Eren's, Mikasa's and your preference. However, everyone had an idea of yours, since they've previously heard - on more than one occasion- the desperate pleas coming from boys that followed you into bathrooms and empty rooms at parties. But it had yet to be confirmed.

Sasha leaned forward and spun the bottle. Now, Armin focused on the movement, awaiting who it would force to reveal their secrets or their body.

As the bottle slowed, everyone cowered back until it came to a halt. You.

The bottle's reflective nature encapsulated the pink hues emitted from the led lights as it pointed a demanding finger at you.  

Seeing that it landed on you, Armin gulped, curiosity churning in his stomach. 

"Oh shit, you gotta answer Y/N, or take that pretty shirt off," Ymir mused, hand taking the joint from Eren.

You sat there, nonchalant as you played with the fraying edges of the rug underneath you. 

"Easy. Dom." The confidence, authority and conviction in your tone had Armin shivering. Thoughts of you demanding him around flooded his intoxicated mind.

"Fuck, really? You're a dom?" Connie drunkenly slurs, body leaning toward you.

"I could've told you that," Eren breathes out as he reaches for the joint again. 

"Damn, that's kinda hot." Connie mutters under his breath, which is no use because everyone hears.

"Do you like, like, peg guys?" You're sure sober Connie would be absolutely horrified at what drunk Connie is asking.

"Hey, hey, you can only ask one question!" Ymir speaks up.

"I don't mind, really," you shrug your shoulders to further prove your point.

"Yeah, I'm curious too. Are you like a hardcore dom? Do you spank your subs? Or step on them? Oh, do they call you mommy?" Sasha rumbles next to you. You simply smile in amusement.

Conversely, Armin sits tense across the rug from you. He couldn't believe his ears. The thought of you: kind, sweet and seemingly innocent doing such lewd and kinky things has Armin squeezing his thighs together. 

"Yeah, I do a bit of everything. Depends on the mood, depends on the sub," your tone is casual, like you're simply discussing the weather or school work, not your sexual preferences. 

"Of course you have a mommy kink," Eren rolls his eyes as he takes another drag from the burning joint. 

Your leg swipes Eren's in retaliation, but your actions lack any real anger or aggression. 

"Okay, next question." 

Even as people are revealing incredibly kinky secrets and removing articles of clothing, Armin couldn't stop thinking about what you had said. You're a dom. A dom. With a mommy kink. The thought makes Armin's jeans a little tighter. Armin had never pondered sub and dom dynamics before, he simply assumed leadership with his girlfriend. But imagining being under you, begging and crying, makes his heart beat faster and his hands weirdly clammy. 

The round concludes with nearly everyone half naked and blushing at their confessions. Ymir kicks off the next round, asking a more PG question, to which Historia has to answer. 

Once it's Eren's turn again he thinks for a brief moment, before nodding.

"Who in this group would you want to fuck?" He spins it and everyone watches it continuously rotate, catching the ever changing led colours making it appear like a disco ball.

It comes to a stop, pointing right at you. A few "oooohs" are howled. Armin's heart stops as you immediately look up and lock eyes with him. The rest of your face gives nothing away, but your eyes tell a different story. They reflect the look of a predator locking its focus on prey. A deep, feral hunger that makes Armin want to close his eyes, look away. But he can't. It pins him down and forces him to return the eye contact. You raise your eyebrow at him, sending a silent message that he can't quite decipher. 

"Are you gonna answer or strip?" 

Only now do you break eye contact with a blushing Armin. There's a hesitant pause from you, then you take a quick glance at Armin, then his girlfriend.

"I'll strip," you conclude.

"Noooo, I wanted to know who you would want to dom out of us!" Sasha dramatically exclaims. 

Armin watches in awe, and lust, as your hands slide down your torso and rest on the hem of your shirt. You keep your eyes straight as you lift it up over your head to reveal your breast clad in a lacy black bra.

"Goddamn," Sasha's jaw drops at the sight before her. "No wonder you make boys call you mommy, look at them," Sasha's comments provoke several laughs from around the circle. Armin struggles to focus. The sight directly in front of him had him hard. He brung his knees up to his chin to try and conceal it. 

"Holy shit, I would totally sub for you," Connie slurs, his body slightly swaying from side to side. 

"Shut the fuck up, Connie," Ymir exclaims, a pillow colliding with poor Connie. 

"What! You can't tell me you wouldn't sub for her either," Connie points an accusatory finger at Ymir, to which she blushes and looks away.

Despite the loud banter and dull hum of the bass in the back, Armin cannot pull his mind away from two things. 1) imagining you domming him, and 2) your breasts, which he takes several guilty glances at. 

Later that night on the drive home, Armin's girlfriend sat beside him revising everyone's secrets. 

"And, oh my god, Y/N is a dom? Who would've thought. Although, you gotta admit that's kinda weird. A female being the dom, like who would find a subby male attractive? It's so weird." Armin grips the steering wheel tighter, cowering lower into his seat as he keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead. After he dropped her off at her apartment, he sped home and made a beeline for the bathroom. Armin hates to admit it, and never will out loud, but he came so hard in the shower to the thought of you. And again the next day, and the next and nearly every day after that party. 

Which brings Armin to the predicament that he finds himself in. Locked in the upstairs bathroom with you at a party. 

Stupid drunk Connie, thought it would be funny to push you and Armin in the bathroom - with the door with the broken lock - after he saw Armin oogling you all night. 

"Thank me later," he yelled against the wood before his loud footsteps could be heard stumbling away. You leaned against the counter, arms folded as you watched a panicked Armin pace back and forth. 

"What if we're stuck in here all night? It's possible that no one will come up here, plus they won't be able to hear us over the music," he rambled on and on, to which you didn't interrupt, just simply let him tire himself out. 

After six continuous minutes of rumbling and pacing, Armin finally came to a stop. 

"Finished now, Min?" He visibly tensed after hearing the nickname. He felt as if he was about to start up again, but not because you were both locked in the bathroom, but because now he's noticing every little detail about you. The sweet perfume wafting off of you, your tight - and short - dress that hugs every curve of your body. But the thing that makes Armin gulp and pants tighter, is the hungry look in your eyes. 

"S-sorry," is all he can weakly stumble out. A tense silence creeps in, threatening to swallow Armin alive. 

"So where's (Armin's girlfriend's name)?" The mention of his girlfriend snaps him out of his lustful trance and back to reality.

"She's home sick. Flu." You nod in recognition.

"She's a nice girl. Kind, sweet, pretty," you speak casually, no malice or fakeness in your words. However, Armin still stands on defence, tense with the subject matter.

"But I guess she does have one flaw." You stop playing with the necklace hung around your neck to look straight into Armin's eyes.

"What is that?" 

A brief look of hesitation crosses your face, but as you notice the way Armin is subconsciously moving closer, breath heavy, you smirk and continue.

"She doesn't fuck you like the whore you are." 

Armin all but screams at your lewd and bold statement. 

"W-what are you talking about? Why would you say that?" 

You push off the counter and Armin stumbles back from where he's standing as you come closer to him.

"Because I know a subby slut when I see one, Min. I see the way you squirm when someone bosses you around. I saw you getting hard, right next to your girlfriend, when I said I was a dom. And I saw the way you blushed when I called you a whore just now."

Armin feels panicked as his secrets are revealed. His eyes dart around, focusing on the broken door, probably wondering if he could kick it down if he tried hard enough. 

"And I would like to give it to you. Give you the treatment you want and need," you lean in closer to him to whisper the next part, "and fuck you like the desperate whore that you are." A shiver pulses through Armin at your words.

"However, I won't because you have a girlfriend. And as much as I want to fuck the life out of you, I can't do that to (Armin's gf's name)." Armin visibly deflated with disappointment. He's conflicted, he really is. He has been dating his current girlfriend since high school, yeah she constantly degraded him - and not in the way Armin likes - but she often made him feel worthless and unloved. Like he was weird and wouldn't be loved by anyone else. Like he was nothing. But ever since he met you he's felt so much: happiness, excitement, purpose, lust. You took the time to get to know him, to listen to what he had to say and reassure him that his opinions mattered. This is when Armin realises that this growing feelings towards you were much more than lust, he liked you. Like really, really liked you. 

"I-I want," he inhaled a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say, about to allow. 

"I want you to show me." Finally his eyes meet yours. You stare at him surprised and wary, hesitant.

"Are you sure? You know once this happens, we can't undo it, right?" 

"I know. But, I-I really like you. Like, I like, like you and I have for a while now, you just make me really happy and like I matter and -" 

"Armin, hey, it's okay I get it. I really like you too." The surprised and relieved look on his face makes you laugh. 

"You do? Like more than a friend, and more than you know, lust," his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Yes, Armin. I like you, more than a friend and more than just lust. I like you, romantically." 

There's a knowing silence. A waiting game. To see who dives in first. It seems Armin is able to exercise patience better than you as you are first to crack. One hand is instantly around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that quite literally takes his breath away. Armin hums a weak moan as you pull on the strands of hair at the back of his neck. The vacant hand travels down his chest, brushing over his perked nipples through his thin shirt, eliciting a delectable moan from him, and you make a mental note to lavish his pretty nipples later. You pull away from his lips only to lightly sink your teeth into his bottom lip. Armin's hips roll forward to try to gain friction, a pretty whine being pulled from the back of his throat. 

Your lips press open, mouth kisses down his jaw, neck and you suck down on the spot that has Armin shivering. 

"P-please, gimme more, please I've waited so long," 

Armin feels you smirk against his sensitive skin, before placing one last kiss on the spot.

"Are you getting impatient, pretty boy?" 

Armin profusely blushes at the petname. Your hand slides down his chest and rubs over his hard cock.

"Wow, you're already this hard just from kissing? You really are a whore, aren't you, baby?" The smile on your face is sweet, almost condescending. 

Your hands unzip Armin's jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, just enough to expose his leaking cock. Armin lets out a high pitched whine as the cold air makes contact with his exposed skin. As soon as your hand grabs his cock, Armin's knees buckle and he has to grip onto the counter to keep himself up. 

"F-fuck, oh god, I'm not gonna last long, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his voice turns unrecognisable, to both you and Armin, as it rises in pitch and comes out in quick breaths. 

"That's okay, baby. Just enjoy it while it last ,yeah?" You slide down onto your knees infront of Armin. His breath catches in his throat at the realisation. He was fine with a simple hand job, but the fact that you're starting to lean forward, tongue out flat, ready to catch the leaking pearls of his precum has Armin short circuiting. He braces himself for contact, praying he doesn't cum in three seconds.

Your wet tongue licks warm circles around his tip, right hand stroking him while your left fondles his heavy balls. Armin cannot think straight, his mind clouding with lust and you. You. You, who begins to bob your head up and down, cheeks hallowing to suck him in, deep. The pleasure is intense and Armin slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the loud whines and curses spilling from his mouth.

"F-fuck, feels s-so good," his eyes roll back as you dip your tongue into his slit. 

An idea strikes you as Armin fixates on your breast. You pull away, to Armin's despair, and unzip your dress pulling it down to expose your breast. Armin's cock twitches at the sight and a thick string of precum trickles out of his tip. Your hands proceed to reach behind you and unclip your bra. You unravel it from yourself and place it next to you on the ground. Now Armin is using all of his control to not cum on the spot. He squirms as you sit up on your knees and take his cock between your breast.

"Oh god, n-no, no, please. I'll cum too soon, please," he tries to plead with you, but the hungry look on your face tells him they are futile.

"Cum when you want, pretty. I don't mind," then you squeeze your breast together, trapping Armin's cock between them. Armin lets out a loud moan, borderline scream, as you start moving up and down. The sight of his cock disappearing and re-emerging between your breast is overwhelming. Armin drapes his arm over his eyes to conceal the erotic sight before him, fearing it will make him cum on the spot. The feeling of your soft breasts engulfing his cock is nearly unbearable, but once he feels your tongue lick his tip he screams out. 

"I'm cumming, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm sorry," his head falls back, deep breaths escaping his parted lips. You watch as Armin's chest heaves, you see his thighs shaking and it brings a satisfied smirk to your face. 

"Cum for me, baby," as soon as the words leave your mouth, Armin is convulsing with such intensity, you fear he's gonna topple over. 

He shudders under the intense look in your eyes as you stick your tongue out to catch the cum that spurts out of his red tip. Thick strings of Armin's cum paints your breast white. Your finger comes up to swirl it around your nipples, before scooping it up to lick off. 

"F-fuck," that encourages Armin's cock to get painfully hard again. You rise up and Armin pushes forward to catch your lips in a desperate, frenzied kiss. 

"Please let me taste you," he pleads, eyes full with a lustful desperation.

"Where, baby?" You already know the answer but you love to see Armin squirm.

Armin is hesitant to be forward in his answer but his desperation gets the better of him. 

"Please, let me taste your pussy."

You smile and bring your hand to his chin, he nuzzles into your hand. The look of his face, the absolute devotion and need to please you has your core dripping.

"How could I say no when you look so pretty begging?" You lift yourself up on the counter and pull your underwear down, letting it fall to the ground infront of Armin. 

Instantly, Armin drops to his knees and places one hand carefully on each of your knees. 

He looks up at you one last time to ensure he has your permission.

"Go for it, pretty," Armin is quick to dive in, tongue eagerly lapping away at your wet folds. He moans into your pussy, eyes rolling back at being completely smothered by you. You moan out as Armin zeros in on your sensitive clit, alternating between sucking it and flicking it with his tongue. 

"Aaah, just like that, baby," your hand snakes into his hair and lightly pulls at it. This encourages Armin as his efforts increase tenfold, humming against your clit. Armin's hand comes up and he slowly slides a slender finger in. The way your thighs shudder against his head tell him that you enjoy it. He adds another finger, scissoring the two in and out while his tongue spells his name against your clit. Armin's fingers curl as he pushes them as deep as they can go, this action elicts a loud moan out of you. Armin nearly cums at the sound, hard cock throbbing between his legs. His hand hovers over his leaking cock, but he never strokes it - despite how he so desperately wants to. 

"Go ahead  baby boy, stroke your pretty cock while you eat me out," your hand pats his head in encouragement and confirmation.

Armin complies, hand quick to tease his cock. The pleasure causes Armin to let out a long whine, the vibrations elevating your own pleasure. 

"Fuck, baby, keep going. A-aah, you're gonna make me cum," your thighs quiver around Armin's head, voice rising in pitch and volume as he takes your clit into his mouth and sucks hard. His hand increases in speed, hips weakly thrusting up into his tight fist. 

"Armin, I'm cumming, aahh," Armin feels your walls clench around his fingers as you cum with a pleasurable moan. The lewd sounds you make send Armin hurderling towards a second orgasm. He ensures to work you through your orgasm, gently sucking on your clit as he shakes through his own orgasm. 

Armin doesn't stop until your hand pulls him away from your oversensitive clit by his hair. The look on his face almost makes you laugh, glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and your juices dripping from his lips and chin. He looks completely fucked out. 

"Are you okay, pretty?" It takes a few seconds for Armin to process your words, but once he does, he weakly nods his head.

You laugh and lightly slap his cheek. This causes a low whine from Armin. You raise your eyebrow at him at the discovery. 

"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" You reach your hands down to help Armin up from the cold tiled ground. His legs jiggle slightly as he leans against the counter for support. Armin's eyes look down at where his cock and your pussy are mere inches from each other. His breathing picks up again as he imagines pushing his cock into your tight walls. 

"What is it, baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

Armin is hesitant to voice his needs, not wanting to overstep with you.

"You can tell me, Armin," your thumb gently rubs back and forth on his cheek.

This gives Armin the confidence he needs as he clears his throat to speak.

"C-can I, I mean c-can we, u-umm-," you press a kiss to his lips.

"Do you want to fuck me, baby boy?" 

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okayyyy, that concludes part one to Armin's fanfic.

Again, I apologise for being gone and inactive for so long. I am still working on part three to my Eren piece, but I will ensure to get that finished and uploaded soon! Pinky promise.

Anyways, enjoy this piece and part two will be up sometime in the near future.

Have a good day or night <3

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A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3

Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out

Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.

Word count - 4k

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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!

There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever. 

Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter. 

"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over. 

"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement. 

You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position. 

"What are you doing here?" 

Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."

"I said at three, it's only two forty-five." 

"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.

"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-

"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence. 

"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.

"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.

"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."

"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.

"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.

Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you. 

"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.  

You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.

The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.

"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.

"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."

"Are you referring to me, Princess?" 

His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words. 

"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.

Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.

The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.

As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.

Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?" 

The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation

"What do you mean?"

"Are you actually gonna do work right now?" 

The question leaves you dumbfounded.

"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."

"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.

The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.

"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.

"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?" 

"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.

"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you." 

Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying. 

"Eren?" 

"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.

An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education. 

"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad." 

A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you. 

"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend. 

Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up. 

"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.

"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.

"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.

"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips. 

"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table. 

"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common." 

"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?" 

"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.

"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.

You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth. 

"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face. 

"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.

He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?". 

Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.

"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up." 

The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight. 

"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal. 

"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.

There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do. 

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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.

"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.

"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.

You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door. 

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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance. 

"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.

"Whose name?" 

"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!" 

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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you. 

It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.  

"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes. 

"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"

"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)

You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment. 

However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place. 

"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.

"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug. 

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way. 

"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.

Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.

As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting. 

"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.

"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger. 

"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.

"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.

"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan. 

"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.

Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 

"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk  in a teasing manner. 

"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment. 

"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment. 

"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double. 

"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research. 

“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on. 

“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you. 

Let the plan commence. 

“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes. 

There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself. 

“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. 

“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look. 

“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands. 

You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face. 

“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck. 

Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin. 

This is only the beginning of what you have planned. 

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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.

I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3

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Finally, here is part two! ( ͡◡ ᴗ ͡◡)@hobilluvvr

Are you gonna update it soon ??

Sorry for the late updates! I am working to just polish the next chapter so it should be up within the next few days :)

BETTER THAN ME

Hello! I wrote this after seeing a video of Hyunjin from this vlive ^^^

Something about slightly - and healthy - posessive sub!Hyunjin makes my brain short circuit, so I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Please enjoy!

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Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, fem!reader, jealous!Hyunjin, established relationship, college!au, handjob, rim job, pegging, begging, praise, petnames (baby, pretty boy), mommy kink, use of toys (onahole), riding (male! receiving)

Word count - 3.1k

Summary - Hyunjin can't help but feel jealous after seeing your fellow classmate get too friendly with you. So, he decides to let you know that he's the only one for you.

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For the third time this week, Hyunjin found himself tensing up as he watched a classmate of yours get in your personal space amidst a "friendly" conversation. Hyunjin stood just out of earshot as he awaited your presence. You hadn't noticed him yet as you were too engrossed in the conversation you were having. Hyunjin's eyes narrowed in irritation as he watched the boy laugh a little too hard and place a hand on your shoulder. You brushed it off and said a few final words before bidding farewell. Immediately, you turned and pulled your phone from your pocket. Hyunjin felt the faint buzz in his pocket. Upon retrieving the phone, he saw that you were calling him. He accepted it with the irritated pout still on his lips.

"Hey, baby! Where are you? We're still meeting up now, right?" Hyunjin watched as you stood in place, looking around the area just outside of the campus library. Hyunjin was seated under a tree across the lawn, amidst a great handful of other students so he was fairly well hidden.

"Yeah, I'm actually here now." Instantly, your head shot up, your eyes searching the area for Hyunjin. 

"Where are you, baby, I can't se- oh," your eyes lit up as they landed on Hyunjin, shaded under the blossoming tree. A smile manifested on your face as you weaved your way through the students that acted as hurdles to Hyunjin. As soon as you reached him you slid in beside him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, baby. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long," your hand brushed back strands of long hair that managed to fall from Hyunjin's once neat ponytail. 

The action was so tender and wholesome that Hyunjin's jealousy melted away. For now. Hyunjin knew you would never betray his love and loyalty, he knew it more than he knew his own name. It wasn't you, no, it was that classmate. Hyunjin saw the way he smiled at you, eyes hopeful and lingering. It made his blood boil and his jaw tight. 

"Hey, Jinnie? Are you okay, pretty?" Your voice was now concerned and confused as you searched his eyes for the reason behind his quiet and distant demeanour. 

Hyunjin shook his head lightly, trying to shake the lingering grips of jealousy out of his system. 

"Sorry, just a lot in my mind. Assignments are a bitch," he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile. It didn't work however as your frown deepened. 

 A moment of silence, you didn't dare break eye contact with Hyunjin as you tried to pry him open. But he didn't budge. There's no way Hyunjin could let you know of his petty jealousy. 

You let out a defeated sigh and the frown was replaced with a reassuring smile, which held genuinity where Hyunjin's lacked. 

"Tell you what, why don't we just go back to mine and have a movie night in instead of going out?" Hyunjin gave you a nod and a real smile this time. Quality and alone time with you always made Hyunjin feel better. 

"Come on then." You stood and reached your hand out for Hyunjin to take.

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"Nnggh - fuck, aaah," Hyunjin's hips bucked off the bed, chasing your teasing hand. The movie long forgotten in the background as you worked your hand slowly up and down Hyunjin's leaking cock. 

"Such a pretty boy, aren't you? My pretty boy." You coo as you stroke his cock faster, causing Hyunjin's thighs to tremble as his back arches beautifully off the bed. 

"Mmmm, all y-yours, 'm all yours," Hyunjin's hands tightly grip the bed sheets, turning his knuckles white. You smile, pleased at his response. 

The bed groans under the weight of you both as Hyunjin thrushes around and you begin to manoeuvre from his side to between his shaking legs. Your hands abandon Hyunjin's cock to remove his pants completely. Once he is free from the confines of his pants, you push Hyunjin's legs apart further to rest more comfortably. Your hand resumes its pace on his weeping cock, gaining speed. 

"Nnnghh, yes, yes," Hyunjin always sounds so pretty when he's like this. Needy, desperate and so, so obedient. However, you notice he seems more needy than usual, which is saying a lot as Hyunjin is by nature, very needy. You can sense a difference in the way he keeps eye contact, desperate for your praise and approval. How he whines louder every time your eyes leave his, even for a second, demanding your attention. You push the thought aside for the time being as you slide onto your stomach to be level with his red cock. Your lips enclose around his leaking tip, tongue pressing into his slit before circling around. The action pulls a long, breathy moan from Hyunjin. One of his hands releases its death grip on the bed sheets to reach for one of your hands. You happily oblige, interlocking fingers with his own. 

"M-mommy," Hyunjin's body feels tense as he can feel his orgasm fast approaching. You lick a warm stripe from the tip of his cock down his shaft, lips closing around his heavy ball - alternating between the two - before continuing down to his hole. As soon as Hyunjin feels the warmth encircling his needy hole, he cries out. 

“Ahh, yes, yes, more m-mommy,” a cry tears itself out from Hyunjin as your tongue enters his hole. The intrusion causes Hyunjin’s thighs to shake and his back to arch. Your hand continues to stroke Hyunjin’s cock up and down, in sync with the thrusting of your tongue in and out of his tight hole. Hyunjin feels the pressure quickly building in his stomach. Hyunjin’s back aches, his head pushes back into the pillow behind his head as he squeezes your hand that is still interlocked with his; a warning that he is close. 

“Mommy, nggh, I’m gonna cum, please, please.” The sweet sounds of his whines and begs only make you speed up your movements, adding more force. Your lips detach from Hyunjin’s hole to murmur a yes, come for me. As soon as you speak the words Hyunjin lets out a cry, hips bucking up into your hand on their own accord. His pearly cum paints his trembling abdomen. As always, Hyunjin is a sight to behold. Sharp lines and taught muscles as he shakes through the pleasure. His face is an embodiment of lustful beauty. The hand that is interlocked with yours tightens and shakes in your grasp. 

Your hand does not stop sliding up and down his cock as you want to get every last drop. Once you feel his body relax under your touch, breath slowing down, you stop and sit on your knees to get a look at him. You try to unlock your fingers from his but Hyunjin just lets out a sigh of disapproval and shakes his head with a pout - all while he lays covered in sweat and cum, eyes still closed in exhaustion. 

“I’ve got to clean you up, pretty boy,” you try to explain but Hyunjin just shakes his head again and holds your hand tighter. You can’t help but laugh at his needy behaviour, letting him have his way - for now. Not even a minute passes before Hyunjin is opening his eyes, slightly sitting up to rest against the headboard. The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not yet satisfied. So it’s gonna be one of those days, you think. 

“What do you want, baby?” Your voice is gentle and soft, your free hand rubbing his thigh in a soothing manner. Hyunjin’s eyes drop as he looks at you. 

“Want Mommy’s cock,” he almost whines out. 

You smile in response and nod your head. “Okay, lovely. But you’re going to have to let go of my hand so I can get the strap, okay?”

Reluctantly, Hyunjin lets go of your hand so you can slide out from between his legs and off the bed to the closet where you keep a small box with your toys that you use on Hyunjin. You pull the harness and strap out of the box, along with another one of Hyunjin’s favourite toys; a transparent onahole. Hyunjin waits restlessly on the bed. 

“Why don’t you prep yourself for me, baby? While I get this on,” you hand Hyunjin a bottle of lube. He nods eagerly, taking the lube from you and opening it to pour it on his fingers. He immediately brings his fingers to his hole, circling them around before slowly slipping them in. The stretch pulls a breathy moan from Hyunjin. Although it feels good Hyunjin can’t help but yearn for your touch. He wants you, all of you. He wants your mind, body and soul just as you have his. He is all yours and he wants to remind you just how devoted he is to you. How desperate he is for you. The thoughts prompt Hyunjin to speed up, two fingers plummeting in and out, quicker as he grows more needy. Meanwhile, you fasten the harness on, securing the strap on as well. You place the onahole on the bedside table as Hyunjin is distracted, wanting to use it as a surprise. He has been such a good boy lately and you think he deserves a reward. 

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed at the pleasure that washes through him so he misses as you approach the bed again. You stand watching him as he bucks his hips up into his fingers, desperate for more. His cock lays hard against his stomach, still covered in his cum from his last orgasm. Hyunjin’s eyes shoot open as he feels the bed dip from your weight. The sight of you with the strap on makes Hyunjin moan, hips bucking up into his fingers.

“Fuck me, p-please,” as you resume position between his legs, Hyunjin retreats his fingers from his hole, wiping them dry on the sheets before wrapping his arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You almost laugh at his neediness but instead you place a kiss on his forehead, a tender and soft moment amidst a heated one. 

“You want mommy’s cock? You want mommy to fuck you like you deserve, yeah?” you can’t help but tease. Your hand reaches between you both to grab the base of the fake cock. You rub it up and down his hole, teasing him. The action only makes Hyunjin whine. 

“Yes, yes, want mommy to fuck me dumb, please,” Hyunjin’s hand reaches down between you both to grab ahold of the plastic cock, he rolls his hips up to help insert it inside his hole. You allow him to do as he pleases. He shudders as the tip slides in. Hyunjin begins to move so the strap slides all the way in. Once you have bottomed out in him, your hands grab hold of Hyunjin’s hips, you lean back onto your knees to gain better control before you smile down at Hyunjin and then thrust in and out of him at a steady pace. Hyunjin’s lips fall open to let out whiny moan after whiny moan. His hands scramble to find purchase. They settle for the bedsheets, twisting them to try to ground himself. Your hips slap against Hyunjin. You speed up, rising to lean over Hyunjin. Your hands slide under his thighs to bend them against his chest. The position allows you to reach deep into Hyunjin. Each stroke rubbed deliciously against his prostate. Hyunjin feels like he could cum any second. 

“M-mommy, faster - ahh - pleeaasee,” his begs turn into a whine as you fuck him faster. His hips grind to meet your thrust. 

“Such a good boy, letting mommy fuck him dumb. Your mommy’s good boy, aren’t you?” you coo down at him, smile teasing. 

“Yes, yes, I’m mommy’s g-good boy, all yours.” He looks at you with a heavy look in his eyes. You can tell there’s something on his mind, even now as he’s getting fucked stupid. 

“Yes, baby. You’re all mommy’s. All mine. Only mine,” you growl as you lean down to lay flat against his chest. Hyunjin wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you down so he can pour his lust, neediness and love into a kiss. His lips vibrate against your own as he moans. 

“T-tell me again, please. Nggh - tell me I’m y-yours,” his voice is desperate as he pleads to you. 

You kiss his lips again, thrust gaining speed as you fuck into his greedy hole. Your tongue massages his own, sending a shiver through Hyunjin. Your hand grabs a hold of his hair that lays sprawled out underneath him. Your teeth lightly sink into his plump bottom lip before pulling away. A string of saliva connects you both, Hyunjin’s chest heaves up and down as he tries to regain his breath. 

“You’re all mommy’s. My pretty boy, only mine.” Your lips press a kiss to his neck, teeth sinking into the pale skin there. Hyunjin cries out in pleasure - from both the bite and the words. He can feel his orgasm approaching as your thrust drill into his prostate. 

“I’m y-yours, only yours.” 

“And I’m all yours, pretty,” your hand reaches for the onahole on the bedside tables. Hyunjin’s eyes follow your hand. He moans out loud once he sees the toy. The copious amount of precum leaking from his cock, combined with the cum from his last orgasm act as lube as you slide the toy down his cock. Hyunjin almost screams at the pleasure. The feeling is overwhelming, causing Hyunjin to dig his fingers into your waist. 

“Ahhh, I’m gonna c-cum, mommy, p-please,” his words slur together as his head thrashes from side to side. Your hand speeds up, in sync with your thrust.

“Cum for mommy, baby boy.” Hyunjin is overtaken with a strong desire that he cannot place; possessiveness? Jealousy? Perhaps a mix of both, but whatever the reason Hyunjin uses his strength to flip you onto your back. You look at him clearly surprised as he has never acted out like this before. You both knew that he was stronger than you and could easily overpower you whenever, but he never had a reason to before. 

The strap had slid out of his hole during the manoeuvre and it lay against your stomach. You stare up at Hyunjin, curious as to where this would lead. You tilt your head at him in a questioning manner. 

“Wanna ride mommy,” he confesses. Riding your strap had always been something that Hyunjin fantasised about, the act seeming so intimate. 

“Go ahead, baby,” you smirked up at him, your hands rubbing his waist. Hyunjin leaned up on his knees, resting them on either side of you. His hand reaches back to grab a hold of the strap before he lines it up and slowly eases down onto it. The stretch feels somehow different in this position. Hyunjin shakes as he eases all the way down. He sits flush against you, whimpering like a dog as he tries to get used to the overwhelming feeling. 

“Ride me, baby. Show me you’re mine,” your words seem to ignite something in Hyunjin as he moans and begins to rise up and down. He places his hands flat on your stomach as he continues to bounce up and down. Sweat coats his body, muscles tight as he moves. The sight has your pussy throbbing with an intense need. 

Hyunjin begins to move faster, eyes rolling back as the strap strokes against his prostate. 

“Nggh, you’re mine, mommy. Only mine, n-no one else's. Ahh, I’m your slut a-and you’re my m-mommy- fuck,” Hyunjin rambles on as his ass slaps against your thighs as he fucks himself harder and faster on to the strap. This is a side that you’ve never seen from Hyunjin before. You’re more turned on then you’ve ever been as you watch him desperately fuck himself on your strap while claiming you as his. 

“That’s right, baby. I’m only yours. Your mommy.” The words send a shock through Hyunjin. 

“I-I’m the only one for you. Fuck - the only one who g-gets to fuck you, to l-love you. Only me, no one else,” he whines as his orgasm approaches again. His words cause you to feel a little confused. Hyunjin has never expressed such possessive thoughts before. 

“Only me. Not that s-stupid boy from your c-class - nggh - “

Oh. It all clicks into place now. A smirk plasters itself on your face at the revelation. So that’s why Hyunjin’s acting so possessive, he’s jealous. 

“Oh, baby. No one could ever compare to you. Look at you, fucking yourself on my cock, so desperate for me, yeah?” Your hands rub up and down Hyunjin’s waist in a reassuring manner.

“No one is better than you, baby boy. You’re the only one for mommy.” 

Hyunjin almost cries at your words. His fingers dig into the skin on your waist as his hips move at a cruel pace. Your hand reaches over to retrieve the forgotten onahole. As Hyunjin is distracted you slip it on his weeping cock. 

“Ahh!” Hyunjin cries out at the delicious pleasure coursing through his whole body. It is an almost numbing pleasure. His vision begins to blur as his mind grows fuzzy. Your hand speeds up, slick sounds from the onahole growing louder. 

“Come on, baby. Cum for mommy, show me you’re mine.” Hyunjin reaches for your free hand, interlocking his fingers with yours once again before letting out a shrill scream. His entire body shakes with pleasure as rope after rope of cum paints your hand, his trembling stomach and your own sweat slick stomach. Hyunjin’s hips grind down against the strap, riding out every last wave of pleasure. Your hand comes to a stop as Hyunjin’s body stops shaking. He falls forward in an exhausted heap, arms wrapping around you. You remove the onahole and place it on the bedside table for the time being, hands finding their way to his sweaty back. Your hands rub his back in a soothing manner, feeling his breath start to go back to normal. 

“Sorry if I was a bit too intense,” Hyunjin’s words slur against your shoulder but you hear him clear, nonetheless. 

“Jinnie, that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced, okay? But, there’s no need for you to worry about my classmate because that is all that he is. A classmate. No one could ever, ever come close to you.” You mean every word, Hyunjin is all you have ever wanted and needed. He has your mind, body and soul. 

Hyunjin blushes at the words and you can feel his lips smile against your skin. 

“No one is better than you, my pretty boy.” Your arms squeeze Hyunjin’s waist, pressing him close to you. 

“No one is better than me,” Hyunjin chuckles and tightly squeezes you closer to him. 

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That brings us to the end of this fic! I finished this while hunched over my laptop in the middle of the night, that is what my life has come to. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

I hope you have a good day/night <3

ANYTHING FOR YOU

Hello! I am back with another Hyunjin fic. I wrote this as a distraction from the crippling grip of life.

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, gender neautral! Reader, mirror action, handjob, overstimulation, petnames, light ball slapping

Word count - 1.4k

Summary - You have fun with your pretty boy infront of a mirror so he can appreciate his beauty.

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"I said eyes open and forward, baby boy," your hand reaches up to turn Hyunjin's face towards the mirror placed at the end of the bed. Reluctantly, Hyunjin opens his eyes and the face he sees staring back is unrecognisable. He shakes his head at the flushed face, teary eyed, shaking man in the mirror and whines when you hold his face still, preventing him from looking away. 

"I can't. It's embarrassing," Hyunjin's arm comes up to cover his eyes, shielding himself from the pathetic sight in front of him.

"It's not embarrassing, baby. You're beautiful, teary eyes and all." Your tone is teasing, a small chuckle catching at the end when you hear the little groan that Hyunjin lets out. 

"Now, be a good boy and look at yourself," the teasing tone is replaced by an authoritative one that indicates you're being serious now. Hyunjin whines but drops his arm nevertheless. 

"Good boy," you press a small kiss to the side of his head, hands snaking around his body to lightly run over his nipples. Hyunjin's back arches against your chest and he lets out a breathy moan.

Your hands continue to toy with his sensitive nipples as you smile cruelly at the way he squirms. Hyunjin's eyes roll back as you lick his neck, teeth softly biting into his milky skin. 

"A-ah, more, please m-more," his whines cause your lips to curl up into a devilish smile before you repeat the action, digging your teeth in harder. A dark patch materialises on the front of Hyunjin's underwear from his precum. One of your hands glides down his torso and plays with the waistband of his underwear. The anticipation is killing Hyunjin, but he doesn't complain as he knows bad boys won't get what they want. Finally, your hand slides under his underwear and the warmth makes Hyunjin's legs rise up. As soon as your hand rubs over Hyunjin's needy cock, he lets out a loud moan, back arching beautifully.

"Awe, such a dirty slut, moaning like a bitch," you snarl against his shoulder. The words only fuel the aching, burning fire in Hyunjin's stomach. Your hand grabs hold of Hyunjin's cock and pulls it out with ease. The chill air of the room causes a shiver to run through Hyunjin. 

"Eyes forward, baby," you remind Hyunjin of your rule for tonight. As soon as he sees himself: panting, shivering and a hard,red cock leaking -too much- sticky precum against his stomach, he blushes and wants so desperately to close his eyes because no way can he accept the fact that the wrecked man staring at him was himself. No way, he can't accept that he is such a needy, dirty slut that cries at such little friction. 

"Pretty, right?" You're amused at the look on Hyunjin's face; denial. 

"Now you can finally appreciate just how delicious you look like this, all fucked out and needy," your words are accompanied by the slow strokes of your hand. The action is enough to tease Hyunjin, to make his legs shake and his hips jutter up into your slow ministrations. But it's not nearly enough to extinguish the burning flames building in his stomach. Despite wanting to be a patient and good boy, he just has to have more.

"P-please, please give me more," his voice is high and whiny, demonstrating just how much he needs your touch. 

"Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you've been good enough to get what you want? Hmm?" Your hand doesn't stop slowly stroking Hyunjin up and down, twisting around his tip. 

The pleasurable sensations running through his entire body makes it near impossible for Hyunjin to cultivate a coherent thought, let alone sentence. 

"Words, baby," your breath is hot against his neck, Hyunjin makes eye contact with you through the slightly illuminated reflection in front of him. The absolutely feral look in your eyes causes him to whine, hips stuttering.

"Y-yes, please, I've been a g-good boy. I've been y-your good boy."

You breathe out a satisfied laugh at his words.

"That's right. You have been my good boy," you place a soft kiss on his shoulder before stroking his cock at such a brutal pace, it has Hyunjin's hips bucking up off of the bed.

"Aaahh, yesyesyes," Hyunjin's head lolls back against your shoulder as his eyes roll back, mouth open to let out moan after moan. Both hands come around to play with him, one hand stroking his cock, the other flicking his nipple. Hyunjin squirms under your ministrations, unsure if he wants to lean into the feeling you're providing or away. Your lips leave hot kisses along his neck and shoulder, teeth biting into the soft skin there. Hyunjin groans loudly at the pleasure-pain coursing through him. 

"Look at how fucking beautiful you are, Jinnie."

Hyunjin fights to keep his eyes open as he stares at himself in the mirror. He moans when he sees the way your hand is stroking him. 

"So pretty, and it's all for me," you smile at him through the mirror.

"Y-yes - nngh - all for you. I'm a-all yours," Hyunjin locks eyes with you. Your hungry ones staring at his desperate ones. The hand flicking over his sensitive nipple goes to join the other stroking his cock. One hand strokes up and down while the other rubs circles around his leaking tip. 

"A-aah, fuck, yes," tears fall from Hyunjin's eyes from the intense pleasure. Your hand slides down his cock and gently slaps his balls. Hyunjin practically screams at the sensation.

"A-again, please," he whines out, eyes pleading with yours through the mirror.

Your hand smacks his balls harder than the last while your other hand rubs around his tip.

"Fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, nngh," Hyunjin's hand flies down to hold onto your forearm as you continue your ministrations. 

"Cum for me, pretty," you whisper against his ear, ensuring to watch him fall apart through the mirror.

Hyunjin is a sight to behold when he cums. Thighs shaking, face flushed, eyes tear stained and his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

A loud moan is ripped from him as he too, watches himself fall apart. Your name falls from his swollen lips as his thick cum paints his stomach and thighs, some even reaching his chest. Hyunjin revels in the euphoric bliss, mind going hazy from the intense orgasm. However, that pleasurable state is disturbed as he feels slight pain from overstimulation kick in as your hand that rubs circles around his tip doesn't stop. 

"Aaahhh, no, no, 's too much, fuuck," Hyunjin's hips squirm around as your palm rubs over his over-sensitive tip. His grip on your forearm tightens as he nearly screams at the stimulation. 

"Come on, baby boy, you can give me another, yeah? You're my good boy, come on cum for me," you purr into his ear, palm rubbing faster circles. 

"Oh god, I can't, I can't," Hyunjin's head lolls from side to side as his whole body convulses. 

"Come on, Jinnie. I know how much of a cum slut you are, my little slut," your words go straight to Hyunjin's cock and he can feel the pain fade into pleasure. Your other hand comes down to squeeze his balls in time with your thumb swiping over his tip, causing a scream-like moan to be pulled from Hyunjin's throat.

"It feels w-weird," Hyunjin whines out, his eyes widening at the unusual knot building in his stomach, a strong pressure. 

"It's okay, baby. Come on be a good boy and cum again," your tongue flicks at his ear lobe as Hyunjin throws his head back. 

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin's back arches as his body convulses with the pressure of his second orgasm. Transparent liquid shoots out of his cock, saturating his thighs as well as the sheets.

Hyunjin slumps against your chest in total exhaustion. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you rub Hyunjin's stomach in a comforting manner. You press kisses to the side of his sweat slicken head and wait for him to come down from his daze. 

"Are you okay, baby boy?" 

"Hmm," is all Hyunjin can manage in his state. You gently push him forward and slide out from behind him. As you lay him down on his back he flutters his tired eyes open to look at you with such love and admiration.

"Thank you." His voice is hoarse, but it still holds tenderness.

"Anything for you." 

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Annnnd that concludes that fic. I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be back soon with more 🌸

I hope you all have a lovely day/night 😊

sorry - l.mh

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub minho, dom reader, brat-taming, edging, handjob, oral (reader receiving), use of a fleshlight, degradation, name-calling, slight humiliation, female reader, minho is annoying

word count: 4.9k

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MONDAY MOANING

Hello! Another Eren Jaeger thirst ♡ From my fics you can definately tell that I have a weakness for men with long hair....

Warnings - sub! Eren, voyerism, brief mention of dom!reader x sub!Armin, masturbation (solo m!), anal play (solo m!), nipple play (m!receiving and solo m!), Eren masturbating to you ♡

Summary - Eren often wakes to a hard cock and dirty thoughts about you, but lately they've been occuring more often after witnessing you fucking Armin. So, in a desperate haze, Eren fucks himself to the thought of you.

Word Count - 1.2k

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This was something that Eren was used to; awakening to a hard, leaking cock. It happens very often, more often than not, but it has only increased over the past month. Ever since you. Previously, you and Eren were friends, really good friends but about one month ago his platonic feelings towards you took a turn. A sexual turn. It was his fault, really, he should've minded his own business. But minding his own business has always been Eren's weakness. It happened at a party one night, everyone was a little tipsy and the overall mood was light and fun. Eren had been watching you all night, something about you had seemed different, maybe it was the fact that you just looked extra beautiful tonight, or the fact that Eren was so sexually fraustrated, or perhaps a combination of both. Whatever the reason, Eren couldn't stop watching you. So when you grabbed Armin's hand and led him upstairs, his inability to mind his own business caused him to follow you both. He watched you disappear into a room and despite his sober consciousness yelling at him to stop, don't be a fucking pervert, his drunk side overtook him and he opened the door - just a fraction to see the sight that changed everything. You were straddling Armin's lean body, his wrist pinned above his head with one of your hands, your other hand had his shirt pulled up so you could pinch at his nipple as your lips sucked at his neck. Eren watched in awe as you grinded down against Armin, hips moving in such a rhythm that it had Armin whining and squirming under you. Eren knew he shouldn't be watching, he knew it was wrong but when he saw you lift your shirt over your head, breast on display he couldn't bring himself to walk away. Eren felt himself grow hard as he watched you kiss down Armin's body and devour his cock. The way you teased Armin made Eren twitch in his pants. Eren's breath hitched as he listened to you coo and degrade Armin, calling him a "desperate slut," and "your pretty whore," Eren wanted to whine. He wanted to be your slut. He wanted to be the one whining and squirming under you. That night Eren jerked off, in the open hallway, to the sight of you bouncing up and down on his best friend's cock. He came into his hand, and the floor in front of him, as you moaned and called Armin your "good boy". 

Ever since that night, Eren has came time and time again to the thought of you dominating him, ruining him, fucking him.

Which leads to him now, hand sliding down his torso, under his sweatpants and around his leaking cock. Eren's breath hitches at the contact. He whines as he pushes his sweatpants off his tan legs, exposing his leaking cock. His tip leaks sticky precum which he uses as lubricant. Eren moans as he swipes his thumb over his sensitive tip, back arching off of the bed as he imagines your piercing eyes looking at him in disgust. How you would chastise him for being such a needy slut, a dirty boy. Eren brings his hand to his mouth and slips his fingers between his lips, the pads of his slender fingers slide against his tongue. He whines at the salty taste of his precum but continues sucking around his long digits until he's humming around them, hips rolling up in desperation. Once his fingers are lubed up he pulls them out, a string of saliva following. Eren reaches his wet fingers down to his needy hole that clenches around nothing at the thought of being stuffed by you. Eren teases himself, fingers rubbing over his hole, causing a shudder to ring through his body. The feeling of his wet fingers drawing circles around his fluttering hole has Eren's cock leaking more precum until finally he lets his fingers slip past and inside the tight ring of muscle. Eren's back arches deliciously at the intrusive feeling. He stills his fingers and allows himself a moment to adjust. That moment is short lived as Eren grows needy and impatient. He needs more. His fingers slowly thrust in and out, his walls clenching tightly around his digits. Eren's free hand grips the sheets as his chest rises and falls with each thrust of his fingers.

"F-fuck," his voice is breathy, and the remenants of sleep are still present. His head lolls from left to right before pressing back into his pillow. His fingers gain speed and depth as he grows more desperate for friction. 

"A-ahh, yes, yes," Eren can't recognise the whiny voice that pleads to an imaginary you. The hand gripping the sheets goes to play with his nipples to replicate the way you were brushing your fingers over Armin's. A whiny moan is pulled from Eren's lips, his eyes rolling back at the tingling sensation. 

"So g-good," he smiles at the pleasure that is steadily building. Desperate for more, Eren rolls over onto his stomach and lifts his hips up, hard cock hanging between his legs, leaking thick strings of precum. Eren re-adjust his hands and reaches back to let his fingers slip into his hole. The change of position allows Eren to reach deeper, and his legs shake at the feeling. He rocks back into his fingers, eyes screwed shut, mouth open as he lets out moan after desperate moan. He fucks himself faster, harder as he imagines it's your fingers curling inside of him. 

"A-aah, mommy. F-fck, more please," Eren pictures your smirk as you speed up the pace to a brutal one, thrusting your fingers in and out of his sloppy hole without mercy. Eren can feel the tension in his stomach build as he nears his edge. His face falls against the sheets, drool pooling around him as he rocks back and forth against his fingers. 

"Nngh, fuckfuckfuck," his free hand is quick to reach for a pillow to put under him. The soft fabric rubs deliciously against his throbbing cock. He moans out, nearly screaming at this point, your name like a mantra falling from his lips as he imagines you praising him, encouraging him to let go. "Cum for me," he imagines you snarling into his ear. He curls his fingers as his hips shudder against the pillow. 

"Aahhh, mommy, fuckfuck, Y/N!" Eren cries out, tears falling from his lash line as he cums, hard. His cum paints the pillow, his stomach and the sheets. He shakes through the orgasm, legs threatening to give out from the intensity. His fingers slowly grind against his prostate to prolong the euphoric feeling. As the pleasure morphes into pain, Eren stops, fingers leaving his clenching hole to instead grip the sheets as he shakes with sensitivity. His face is pushed flush against the sheets as he tries to calm his breathing down. 

"Wow, wasn't that a show." The sound of your voice causes Eren to jump and whip around. His eyes widen in absolute terror as he sees you leaning against his doorframe. 

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like, I swear," before he can come up with a lame excuse, you step forward and raise a hand to silence him.

"Hmm, it looks like you were being a dirty little slut, fucking yourself to the thought of me," you inch closer to Eren, whose cock is growing impossibly harder at your words. Eren whines in response, thighs closing in anticipation.

You smirk at his actions. 

"Well, if that's what you wanted I hope you're ready, because we're not stopping until I'm satisfied, baby boy." 

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As you can tell I have a soft - hard - spot for Eren Jaeger. He is just so breakable, mans makes me feral.

I hope you have a good day/night ♡♡

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

Crazy for You (drabble)

CW: established relationship, smut with no plot, femdom, pegging, degradation, handjob, penetrative sex, humiliation/emasculation, impact play, dacryphilia

Length: 1.4K

A/N: hey you asked for it 😏

“You’re moaning like a little bitch,” you giggle, thrusting your hips forward, “We should do this more often, Rennie.”

He swallows another moan that threatens to slip past his throat. “S-Shut the f-fuck, fuck up, fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut, if only to prevent him from seeing anymore of his reflection in the mirror.

Eren feels nothing short of emasculated in a position like this, on his elbows and knees in front of your bedroom mirror. This wasn’t at all what he meant when he asked you earlier, “Wanna have sex in front of the mirror? It’d be hot.” No, he imagined maybe you on his lap, him fingering you nice and slow. Or maybe you cockwarming him as he’d rub circles on that cute sensitive clit of yours. Maybe even tease your nipples a little, and end it the opposite of what was happening right now: you’d be on your hands and knees and he’d be the one plowing into your tight little cunt.

He opens one eye to peak at the mirror as you pull your hips back. He sees himself: flushed, his once sunkissed-skin now red with a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. His hair that was once in a bun hangs onto that hair tie by a thread, locks of hair falling over his face and pooling around his neck, sticking with his sweat. He’s wearing nothing save for the red splotches painted across his skin: a mixture of hickies and the evidence of your palms slapping against his skin. He can see the way his lips are swollen with your bites and kisses. His eyes are hazy, pupils blown with lust, irises that were once green now swallowed by black. He looks just as fucked as he feels. On instinct he feels embarrassed, but his feelings of shame are further and further diluted by bliss with every stroke of your cock into his tight walls.

And you–when his eyes tilt up towards you, he feels a thousand things at once. Part of him is almost mad that he’s so whipped he lets you fuck him like this. He sees your shit-eating grin in the mirror as your hands dig into his sides and your pelvis smacks against his ass. He can see your lips moving and hear the teasing in your voice with every degrading thing you tell him (“Taking my cock so well.” “Moaning like a slut, baby.” “Sounds so pretty for me, princess.”) God, it's as if you’re mocking him by copying the things he says to you when he’s on the giving end. Fuck, he wants to be mad.

But seeing the way you’re slamming into him like this? Something in him, even more so than the part that’s a little mad, he’s so fucking turned on his cock’s throbbing as it bounces against his navel with each thrust. You, his lovely girlfriend that to all others appear so sweet you wouldn’t hurt a fly, you’re fucking ruining him. You’re making him moan and cry so fucking loud he’s sure the neighbors think he’s being murdered. You’re making him so desperate for friction that he starts rocking back into your plastic cock, even when your own hips stop moving.

Even when you giggle, slap his ass, and say, “Desperate whore for my cock, aren’t you Ren?” He still groans desperately and pushes back against your pelvis once more. He doesn’t care, with the way your strap is brushing so good against his prostate, he doesn’t fucking care.

He’s babbling something under his breath, his head hanging low because he really can’t bare to watch the way he’s fucking himself on your strap. He’s practically sobbing, tears prick his waterline, but you’re not having it. If he wants to cum, he has to watch.

You reach down his back and pull on his hair, pull it enough so that he’s forced to look into the mirror. You slam your hips forward and a choked out cry leaves his lips.

“Look at you,” you coo as you pull back and slam forward again. He can barely keep his eyes open. His vision’s blurry with tears, and his jaws sticky with drool. “Such a good boy, hm? Fucking yourself on my cock, you like that don’t you?”

He can only utter a weak mhm.

You let go of his hair and his head falls weakly, his gaze back down to the floor. You slap his ass again, “Who said you could stop?”

“God, fuck,” he groans as he pushes back onto you again. His cock actually hurts and he almost has half a mind to touch it himself. “Baby, please–”

You already know what he wants, with the way his back’s arching and he’s desperately humping your strap. The sight makes your cunt burn with need.

“Wanna cum, ‘Ren?”

“Please,” he whines, “please let me, fuck–I need to cum, please.”

You reach around him and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. His whole body flinches on contact. “Fuck–oh, fuck,” He mutters as you bring your hand higher and higher. He’s not expecting just how fucking sensitive he would be when you graze over his slit, and he actually wails. It’s way too much, the way you’re still moving your hips up into him and simultaneously teasing his cock. “I can’t–I’m gonna cum–”

“Go ahead, cum,” you tell him as you bring your fist up and down his length. It barely takes any effort at all, a couple strokes while your pelvis is flush against his ass and he’s cumming into the palm of your hand. He watches your movements in the mirror, his whole body shuddering with his orgasm. As he attempts to stifle a sob (to no avail), his head hangs low and he coats the floor, your hand, and his thighs all in his thick cum. It’s so much that he’s cumming, rope after rope till he whines when he’s empty.

His eyes tilt up towards the mirror again as he heaves and you pull out. He’s an absolute mess, and he can barely even hold himself up. You tap his ass with your hand after you remove the strap and he blinks, as if brought back to the real world again.

“You okay Ren?” You ask him.

He nods weakly and shuffles around until he’s laying flat on the floor. He brings his forearm over his eyes, a lame attempt at covering his reddening face.

“Fuck you,” he finally sighs, though you know he doesn’t mean it. You laugh and a grin tugs at the corners of his lips.

“Is that an offer?” You ask, partly as a joke, but honestly your cunt is throbbing right now. He sees the way your eyes dart towards his half-hard cock resting against his stomach. You brush your hand over it, and it twitches in response, stiffening against your touch.

“Yeah, okay.”

You stroke his cock to hardness. With your cunt as soaked as it already is, you easily sink down on his length. You turn your head to the side, and you can see in the mirror the both of you: you, as you bounce on his lap, and him, still dazed but looking up at you with eyes full of affection. Even a lazy smile paints his lips as you start to release those pretty little moans you kept locked away the whole time you fucked him. But he can’t do much else than just watch, his ass too sore and his mind too faded. The only thing his mind can register is that you’re squeezing around him and it feels good. Soft little groans, nothing near as whiny and desperate as before, come from him with each bounce on his dick.

When you do finally cum around him, you moan his name and it comes as music to his ears. His hands come to your hips and he loosely holds you as you grind out the remainder of your orgasm, using him as you please. When you’re done, you don’t get off him, but only lay down until your chest is pressed to his. You both face the mirror and Eren brings his hand up to pat over your hair, hot and sweaty after all the effort you put into sex that night.

“God baby,” he looks at you in the mirror, “I love you so fucking much, but god you’re insane.”

"Only for you, Eren."

SUNDAY MORNING, RAIN IS POURING

Hello, I am back with another Hyunjin fanfiction. This idea came to me while I was sitting at work hehe. Hope you enjoy ♡

Warnings - sub!Hyunjin, dom!reader, f!reader, morning sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise, petnames, fluff, soft moments with Jinnie <3

Summary - You and Hyunjin indugle in each other in a sleepy haze, while the rain plays as a backtrack.

Word count - 1.6k

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The soft pour of autumn rain sounded a low hum as you and Hyunjin lay entangled in bed, letting the warmth of each other comfort you on this frigid morning. Hyunjin’s slow inhale and exhale of his breath acts as a lullaby, trying to lure you back into sleep. You can feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he lays sprawled across your body, his head placed on your breast as a makeshift pillow - his personal favourite sleeping position. Your fingers brush through the soft tresses of his hair, finding comfort in the repeated action. It seems to do the same for Hyunjin as he hums with content in his sleep. Your other hand reaches for your phone that rests on the edge of the bedside table, upon retrieving it you unlock it to see the time. 7:43am. Your hand reaches out to try to put the phone back in its place, but it does not balance and tumbles to the ground. The commotion causes Hyunjin to stir and sleepily lift his head up to look at you in curiosity. 

“Sorry for waking you, angel,” your voice is laced with the remnants of slumber.

He blinks slowly at you, similar to that of a house cat kindly greeting its owner.

"Morning," a dreamy smile tugs at his lips as his hand wriggles its way out from under him to wipe the residues of sleep out of his eyes.

You enjoy moments like this. Moments in which you both awake to the comfort of each other, slow mornings, sleepy confessions of love. It is a raw moment, a moment of unfiltered love. 

Your lips place a soft kiss on the top of his head, causing his eyes to flutter close.

A tender hand gently caresses Hyunjin's cheek and when he opens his eyes he is overwhelmed by the love that you look at him with. He feels his heart swell with love and admiration for you. Hyunjin leans closer and tries to pour all of his love, all of his admiration and emotions he holds for you into a kiss. You can feel it, the unspoken love, appreciation and passion. Hyunjin's hands reach for your cheeks, holding them with the gentleness of a gardener handling a rare rose, afraid to pull you apart, ruin your beauty. Initially, the kiss that he places on your lips is tender, however, that pure, wholesome tenderness soon turns into a fiery of passion, want and lust. Your hands unravel from his hair and slide down the bare expanse of his soft back. You feel the light bumps of the freckles and moles that paint constellations on his skin. Lower, your hands ventur until they rest on the delicate curve where his back meets his lower half. The thin cotton sweatpants fray along the hem, your fingers mischievously dip under and hook around the band. Hyunjin moans against your lips, hips grinding forward against your clothed front, desperate to be marked and loved by you. Cold fingers slide under Hyunjin’s sweatpants, continuing under the protection of his underwear, squeezing the plump flesh of his ass. Hyunjin moans in satisfaction and swings his leg over you to be closer. The closeness that you both have achieved seems not nearly enough as Hyunjin whines and then rolls his whole body on top of you, trapping himself between your legs.

His shaky hips grind forward against your core, Hyunjin’s breathy whines vibrate against your neck. 

“Please,” a singular word but it holds a thousand hidden messages: please don’t leave me, please love me, please let me love you, please let me feel you.

“Please what, Jinnie?” Your hands retreat from his underwear and rub up and down his back.

“Please, let me taste you,” Hyunjin pulls his head out from the comfort of your neck to peer into your eyes with a hungry and desperate look. One that you have seen many times, yet it never fails to make your heart beat just a little faster, make your cheeks alight with a rosy hue, to make your core throb with the same hunger and desperation. 

“Of course, baby,” Hyunjin slides himself further down your body, effectively stripping the bed of its sheets as his movements prove too eager. His long strands tickle the insides of your plush thighs, which causes your legs to spread wider. Hyunjin is quick to peel your underwear off, unable to maintain the patience required to fully indulge in admiring and teasing you. Hyunjin’s hips grind into the mattress below him as he is welcomed by the warmth and scent of your pussy. His hands slide under your thighs to gain a good grip as he pulls you forward and dives in. Your back arches at the sudden pleasure that washes through your body. It courses through you like electricity, alighting every nerve in your body. Your thighs tremble against his head as his tongue flicks against your sensitive clit. His movements are quick but precise as he craves to make you feel good and feel you come apart on his tongue. His tongue dips in between your wet folds, curling at just the right angle to make you shiver and moan. Hyunjin is quick to catch on, he alternates between fast thrust of his tongue and then slow and deep thrust, curling his tongue to make your moans louder. 

“A-aah, such a good boy, making me feel so good,” your fingers return to his hair, pulling at it slightly. Hyunjin’s ministrations increase in pace at the praise, his hips grind harder into the mattress. Hyunjin slides a hand out from under you and collects your wetness on his fingertips before slowly sliding them into your pussy. As usual, your pussy engulfs him and Hyunjin whines at the sight of your soft walls sucking him in. A moan louder than your previous ones tumbles out into the cold air of the room as his fingers bring another wave of pleasure. 

“Faster, baby,” your chest rises and falls with quick and shallow breaths as the pleasure Hyunjin is providing is becoming overwhelming. Hyunjin pumps his fingers in and out faster as you instructed and he ensures to focus on the angles that make your thighs squeeze tighter against his head. It seems his goal is to be completely suffocated by you. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard, as his fingers curl deep inside of you. Your back arches as a loud moan is pulled out of you, the sound causes Hyunjin to moan and the vibrations only makes your thighs tremble harder. 

“S-so close, baby, just like t-that, aah,” Hyunjin has to use his free hand to hold your hips down as they keep moving around - as if they have a mind of their own. The rain outside picks up as your moans threaten to outsing mother nature. The drops racing down the glass panes mirror the salty tears sliding down your cheeks. The pleasure you feel spreads throughout your body like a wildfire as Hyunjin zeros in on sucking your clit and pressing his fingers into the right spot. 

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop, fuck, ahh,” Hyunjin’s heavy lidded eyes focus on the way your face screws up in pleasure. Your eyes lock with Hyunjin’s as you come undone. He makes sure to continue his ministrations - although more slower and gentle - to prolong your euphoria. Your toes curl, head thrown back into the freshly washed pillow as bliss reaches every inch of your body. Hyunjin’s hips halt and shake as he cums onto the sheets pressed flush against him. Loud moans fade into quiet protest, to which Hyunjin stops his actions and he wipes his chin that drips lewdly with your juices. Hyunjin sucks his fingers clean and hums in satisfaction at being able to be responsible for your bliss. Hyunjin waits for you to come back from the clouded state you’re in. His hands brush up and down your legs to ground you and once you sit up on your elbows, you are met with a sheepish, and almost shy grin from Hyunjin. His actions now are in stark contrast to his previous ones that played out mere minutes ago. You love his duality. You love him.

“I love you,” he says, as if he could hear your thoughts. 

“I love you. My sweet boy, come here,” your arms spread to welcome him in but before he does he stops himself.

“I should probably clean myself up,” he looks down at his cum covered thighs with flushed cheeks. 

“Awe, did my baby boy cum from eating my pussy?” Your teasing only makes Hyunjin’s blush redder and he covers his face with his hands.

“Stop it,” although you cannot see it, you just know he’s pouting.

“I’m only joking, come here, let’s clean you up,” your hands wrap around his wrist and pry his hands away from his face. As expected there is a pout on his glossy lips. 

“You are just so cute,” you muse, leaning forward to place repeated kisses on his pouty lips and flushed cheeks. Hyunjin giggles and pretends to cower away in disgust. 

“Fuck, I really do love you,” you whisper, eyes once again full with pure love and admiration. 

The rain stops pouring beyond the windows, the last of its tears drying from the morning sun that breaks through the clouds, painting the bedroom in soft golden hues. The light illuminates Hyunjin’s honey skin and alights his hair in a soft glow that seems almost angelic. 

“I really love you,” he whispers back, his words feeling like they are dripped in gold. 

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

Have a lovely day/night ♡

Prepared | Ryomen Sukuna/Gojo!Reader (ft. Itadori Yuuji)

Warning(s): nsfw (minors dni), gn!reader (can be amab or afab with a strap), mean!reader, rough sex, anal fingering, finger fucking, degradation, masochism, spanking, scratching, overstimulation, etc.

Notes: nothing but 12am sub Sukuna brainrot while listening to Doja Cat.

Buy me a coffee?

“You know,” Sukuna began, peeking over his shoulder with a smug grin, “for someone who said this was never going to happen, you sure came prepared.” He mocked, back arching sensually to present himself to you.

You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, annoyed, and glared down at him. “Shut up.” You thrusted a third finger inside his hole, not giving him any time to adjust as you curled your fingers to rub against his prostate. Lube dripped from his entrance, your fingers making a schlick schlick schilck sound every time they sunk into his asshole.

Sukuna’s thighs quivered, his hips rocking back against you. “What would your big brother say?” He asked in between excited pants and moans, “If he saw you fucking the King of Curses?”

“Lucky.” Was all your dry response before your cock suddenly replaced your fingers, slamming into him. A startled shout was ripped from his throat, soon followed by an ecstatic, wordless sound that could only be described as finally. A small streak of precum dribbled onto the floor, and you scoffed. “Whore.”

His body shuddered at the word, “Your whore? Gladly.”

“Shut up,” You repeated, grabbing a fistful of soft pink hair to shove his face into the ground, “or I’ll blow your fucking head off.”

“You wouldn’t.” Sukuna shuddered again when your next thrust jabbed against his prostate, clawing uselessly at the ground. “You— ah, you like us too much!”

You said nothing, but your grip on his hips tightened to the point where bruises in the shape of your fingers would paint Yuuji’s skin come morning. You liked his vessel, he knew that for a fact, what with the little puppy eyes you gave each other every moment you were in the same room. He’d first thought you were another annoyance he needed to get rid of, but you were much more than that. You were strong, with the potential to conquer the world— if only your ridiculous morals weren’t in the way.

Sukuna would make you his spouse. You just needed a little nudge.

You dragged him back onto your cock with every thrust of your hips, eyes trained on the bouncing of his vessel’s ass as it clapped against your pelvis. Little drops of lube fell to the ground with every slap slap slap, joined with the steady stream of pearly white precum drooling from the tip of Sukuna’s throbbing erection. The brat was watching, he’d made sure of it, but he was quiet as a mouse. Not that Sukuna wasn’t making enough noise for the two of them, babbling senselessly about how good you were fucking him.

The palm of your hand met his right ass cheek, the soft flesh rippling and growing red under the abuse. Sukuna nearly went cross eyed when you pressed your hips close, grinding in small circles that had his toes curling and his vision blurring. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, voice rough.

“Yessss,” Sukuna hissed, his own hips rolling to meet your movements. “‘s all we wanted.” He could feel Yuuji’s mortification, but the brat had come into his fist countless times to the thought of being under you like this.

Your nails dug into his skin, and you leaned over him, “Who knew the King of Curses was such a bottom bitch?” You snarled into his ear.

“Mmm,” He purred at your insults, the blush on his face growing to trail down his chest in a full bodied flush. “Just for you.” Sukuna turned his head to nip at your lips, his cock growing harder at the taste of your blood. You hissed at the sting and moved back, shoving his face into the floor again.

The force behind your thrusts doubled, his thighs stinging deliciously whenever they slapped against yours. Sukuna unabashedly moaned your name to the heavens, and you ran your nails down the length of his back. Your own breathing quickened, and the thought that you were also nearing your orgasm made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on—” Sukuna chanted, pushing back against you. “Please, my treasure— ah, my lovely conqueror…!”

You yanked him back once last time, hips flexing against his ass. Sukuna’s breath hitched audibly, his hole clamping down on your cock as his own let out rope after rope of pearly white cum onto the ground. He mumbled something that vaguely sounded like “s’good” before crumpling in a heap. You curled your fingers around his thick biceps, hips rolling in small, lazy circles to milk him for all he was worth. Your eyes traveled down his sweaty body in hopes to see Yuuji return, but you clicked your tongue in irritation when Sukuna stubbornly remained.

“Get up, slut,” You snapped, forcefully pulling the curse up until his back was flush against your chest, your cock still buried inside him. “I’m not done yet.” You pulled your hips back only to slam back inside, his body bouncing with the force of your thrusts. It was almost like you were trying to fuck him out of his vessle!

Sukuna leaned his head back on your shoulder and rolled his hips, a satisfied smile on his lips despite the tears messily dripping down his face.

Maybe, if Yuuji asked nicely enough, he’d let the brat have a turn with you.

PAIN IN THE ...

Hello! I am back to indulge in my never-ending thoughts about Hyunjin!

Warnings: Pegging, rimming, fingering (m!receiving), mommy kink, spanking, light choking, orgasm denial, degrading, use of petnames (baby, baby boy, pretty boy), aftercare ♡

Summary: After constantly distracting you while you're trying to finish your assignment, you finally have enough and fuck some sense into your pretty boy.

Word count: 3.k

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Two hours. Two damn hours of study time is all you asked for. You had an assignment you would like to complete early so you could have more leisure time, however, your concentration was interrupted every ten - fifteen if you were lucky - minutes by a very needy Hyunjin. You warned him that you wouldn’t be able to give him all of your attention, as you needed some time to finish your assignment. This was met with a disapproving pout and pleading eyes. To which you ignored and said you only needed two hours to knock out this assignment. The constant interruptions and inability to entertain himself for the requested time had led to him being in this position right now. Naked and bent over your thighs, shaking hands planted on the ground. Hyunjin whined as he felt the stinging from your previous slap reverberate through his left ass cheek. 

“I asked you so nicely, pretty boy, let me finish my assignment and then I could play with you. But you just had to be a needy little slut, didn’t you,” the mocking tone in which you used to spit your words had Hyunjin whining and subtly rubbing his flushed cock against your thighs. 

“I-I’m sorry, mommy,” Hyunjin felt tears gather along the waterline of his lashes. 

You exhaled a disappointed sigh, to which Hyunjin took as a sign to brace himself as he knew what was coming next.

As he expected, you raised your arm and brought it down to slap his reddening cheek. The force of the hit had Hyunjin rocking forward - causing his cock to rub pathetically against your clothed thigh. The pain and pleasure mixed to create the perfect sensation for Hyunjin, he was a slut for pain. 

“What number are we on now, Jinnie?” You soothed your soft palm over his stinging cheek, a tender and loving motion that had Hyunjin’s heart racing. 

“T-twelve,” his words were weak and unstable as he tried to ignore the constant throbbing of his cock. It was so unbearably hard, leaking great amounts of thick, sticky precum. You could feel the liquid seeping through your pants, making a mess.

“Only three more okay?” Hyunjin knew not to be fooled by the softness of your voice. 

 Repeated spanks redden Hyunjin’s cheeks - one slap to each cheek then an especially harsh one on his upper thighs. 

“H-haaah,” Hyunjin winced at the last slap.

You cooed to silence Hyunjin’s quiet whimpers and whines, allowing him time to recover and gather himself before his punishments proceeded. 

“You took that like a good boy, Jinnie," the praise had Hyunjin rubbing the head of his leaking cock against you.

“But don’t think your punishment is over, pretty,” your fingers slither into Hyunjin’s soft locks of hair, firmly grasping a handful and pulling him up.

The sound Hyunjin lets out is strained and high pitched. His eyes are wide with confusion and excitement as he sees the lack of patience in yours. 

“Stand.” 

Hyunjin obeys your command and stands in front of you, giving you a perfect view of his perfect cock. Only now can you both really see just how affected Hyunjin was by the spanking. A copious amount of precum coating your pants, and even more runs down his cock and thighs. You laugh at the pathetic sight, causing Hyunjin to blush and look down in shame. 

“What a dirty boy you are, getting so turned on from the pain. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you baby?” Hyunjin tries to look nonchalant, unaffected by your degrading words, but the very obvious twitch of his cock gives him away. 

“Aren’t you baby?” You repeat yourself, hand grabbing the base of his cock. 

Hyunjin’s knees buck and his hips thrust forward.

“Nggh - yes I’m a s-slut, your slut," you smile approvingly at him and use his precum as lubricant, slowly sliding your hand up his cock. Your hand circles around his tip before descending again, and then up to repeat the motion. Hyunjin’s hands grab onto your shoulders to ground himself, his mind going blank from the pleasure. Your hand gains speed, stroking him with a tighter grip that has Hyunjin moaning loudly and thrusting his hips forward. Hyunjin’s head tips back, mouth open, as your other hand fondles his balls. 

“F-fuck, mommy that feels s-so good,” the ‘good’ is drawn out as you give a light squeeze to his balls. You observe Hyunjin’s reactions, watching for the telling signs that he’s about to cum. You know he’s close as his legs begin to shake, his grip on your shoulders thightens and his cock twitches in your hold. 

“M-mommy I’m gonna c-cum.” 

You pull your hands off of Hyunjin, causing Hyunjin to nearly cry as he feels his impending orgasm fade. His sobs come to a halt once he sees the dark look in your eyes. 

“You think you deserve to cum that easily?” You scoff and stand up, although Hyunjin’s tall frame hovers above you, he feels incredibly small right now. 

“Get on the bed. All fours,” Hyunjin immediately complies and holds up his shaking body with his palms resting on the soft sheets of your bed. 

“Such a pretty ass, Jinnie. And a pretty cock to. It's too bad you’re such a bad boy that doesn’t know how to follow simple commands,” Hyunjin can feel your presence behind him, eyes boring into his exposed hole and leaking cock that hangs heavy between his legs. 

The bed dips under the weight of your body, Hyunjin’s breathing quickens as he anticipates your next move. The feeling of your soft hands grabbing a hold of each cheek has Hyunjin wincing due to the sensitivity from your earlier ministrations. Your tongue teases his hole, swirling around but never entering. Hyunjin feels his impatience growing, but he knows not to rush you. Finally you enter his needy hole, earning a moan of relief from Hyunjin. With shallow thrust, your tongue slowly ventures inside of his greedy hole. Hyunjin can barely hold himself up, his arms shaking weakly. To completely ruin him, you push your tongue in further, reaching the places where Hyunjin craves.

“A-aahh," the moan is loud and whiny as Hyunjin is finally feeling the sensation he so desperately needed. 

You fuck your tongue in and out of Hyunjin with vigor and precision. His loud moans and the sloppy sound of your tongue plunging in and out of Hyunjin creates the perfect symphony of lust. You reach your hand around to take Hyunjin’s cock at the base. Slowly you begin to stroke him in sync with your tongue. 

“F-fuck, mommy please don’t s-stop, please,” the whininess in his tone has you smirking against his cheeks, your hand only increasing in speed. 

As the tell-tale signs of Hyunjin’s impending orgasm arise, you take it upon yourself to further torture him. As the absence of your presence is processed, Hyunjin clapses on the messy sheets below him in despair. Again, you deprive him of his release. Although he hates it - the agonising throb between his legs, and emptiness he feels in his hole - he knows he doesn’t deserve to cum. He knows he has to endure your punishments to get what he wants, what he so desperately craves. 

The weight on the bed shifts as he hears your footsteps circle around to the bedside table, followed by the opening of drawers. There’s only one reason why you would open the drawers, technically two; lubricant and the one thing that can bring Hyunjin to tears, and your complete mercy, the baby pink strap-on. Excitement and anticipation simultaneously course through Hyunjin as he hears the velcro straps being torn and secured. Without lifting his head from the sheets he readies himself in your go-to position for this situation. Face buried in the sheets, and ass up on display. 

“Tsk, what a good boy, getting into position without being asked. Perhaps you’re not such a bad boy after all.” The amusement in your voice is borderline mocking but Hyunjin can only focus on being called a good boy again.  

Again, he feels your presence return behind him. You take a second to take in the sight before you. Milky legs parted to show his needy hole, his cock leaking sticky precum into a puddle on the bed sheets below him. He is a sight to behold. The sound of the plastic lid of the lube being flicked open causes Hyunjin to get excited, he subtly sways his ass back and forth - a motion that does not go unnoticed by you, despite his efforts.  

You ensure that your fingers are generously lubed up so you don’t inflict any (more) pain on the shaking boy in front of you. Once they glisten under the dim lights emitted from the fairy lights winding around your headboard, you prode his hole with the tip of your forefinger. As your slicked finger enters Hyunjin, he shakes and falls onto his front, unable to hold himself up.

"A-aaahh," the sheets muffle his whines.

After deciding he's had enough time to adjust to the stretch you slide in another finger. 

"Your greedy hole is sucking my fingers in so easily, Jinnie. You're always so needy for me, yeah?" 

Hyunjin doesn't even have the brainpower to respond - let alone even process the words you just spoke. 

Knowing he's reaching the point of no return, you plunge your fingers deeper and harder. 

"Fuuck, s-so good," Hyunjin doesn't even bother to lift his face from the sheets. 

As you push your fingers in as far as they can go, you curl them which causes Hyunjin to shoot his head up and arch his back.

"There! Right - nggh - there, f-fuck!" 

Smiling, you comply and thrust your fingers in and out, ensuring to curl them at the same angle to reach that special spot inside Hyunjin. You know he's getting close as you feel him clenching around you, so you reach around and quickly stroke his cock.

"Oh g-god, mommy," the cries that pierce the air are loud and high as Hyunjin pushes his hips back to meet the movements of your hands. 

"I-I'm gonna - nnnngh - cum, mommy, I'm cumming," instead of stopping, you speed up, stroking his cock in time with the precise thrust of your fingers. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

Just as you feel Hyunjin about to release you stop all movement and sit back. 

Hyunjin cries out, for real this time. Tears finally spilled over his waterline. 

"N-no, no,no. Why, mommy why?" His weak body collapses on the bed, his legs shaking as the overwhelming sense of loss tears through his body. He was so close!

“Quiet.” The lack of adoration in your voice instantly makes Hyunjin stop whining. Hyunjin could count on one hand all the times you’ve actually been mad at him. It is a very rare occurrence as you are usually very patient and loving towards him, even during punishments. But it seems he has really pushed it today. 

The bed dips under your weight as you shift to get on your knees. Lube pours out of the bottle, coating the strap in a thick layer. Hyunjin risks a look back over his shoulder to see you stroking the slick strap. The sight has him squirming in anticipation. 

Your hips push forward to slide between his cheeks. The friction prompts a drawn out moan from Hyunjin, he wants nothing more than to reach back and just shove all seven and a half inches inside of him. 

Instead, he musters all of his self control to wait patiently as he knows if he acted on his desire he would be greatly punished. 

Inch by agonising inch you push the strap in, earning an embarrassingly loud moan from Hyunjin. 

You still as your pelvis rests flush against Hyunjin's ass. The feeling of being absolutely full is overwhelming for him, his arms shaking underneath him.

Slowly, you pull the strap out -just an inch - then stop, only to push it back in. A swivel of your hips elects a delectable moan from Hyunjin, and an even louder one as you begin to thrust in and out. A slow and steady rhythm that has him grunting into the sheets. 

That slow rhythm, however, does not last long as you suddenly begin to drill into Hyunjin. The sudden roughness causes Hyunjin to fly forward, hands scrambling for purchase.

"F-fuuuck," the sounds of Hyunjin's screams drown out the loud slapping of skin on skin. You reach forward and grab a fistful of his long locks, pulling his head up. 

"Such a pretty boy," you muse, your thrust increasing in both speed and depth. 

The grip you have on Hyunjin's hair only tightens as you use it to pull him up, flush against your chest. 

"A-aaghh," Hyunjin's hands grip your forearm that's wrapped around his waist to hold him up. Your hand untangles itself from his hair and instead snakes around to wrap firmly around his neck. Hyunjin's face twist lewdly in pleasure, head tipped back to rest against your shoulder, eyes screwed shut and lips apart to release breathy moans. He looks absolutely beautiful like this, a literal embodiment of both sensual and sexual, Hyunjin is an ethereal being, you conclude.

One hand squeezes around his neck - the feeling of his adam's apple bobbing and straining against your hand causing you to smile - and the other hand begins fast strokes on his neglected cock. 

At this point Hyunjin is seeing white, his mind void of any coherent thought - the only thing he can muster enough brain power to think about is the pleasure and your name. 

The burning of your exhausted muscles is starting to kick in, but you are now determined to fuck Hyunjin into oblivion. The hand around his neck squeezes tighter, pulling his head back to lean on your shoulder as you put all of your energy into drilling up into Hyunjin. The angle and power of the thrust are causing intense waves of pleasure to wash through Hyunjin, he can feel his cock twitch in your hand and he nears his long- awaited release. He swears if you are so cruel as to deprive him of his orgasm again, he will cry and pull his hair out. 

“M-mommy, I’m close,” the hope that laces his words - hope that you will cave and let him release as he so desperately needs, more than oxygen at this point - doesn’t go unnoticed by you, prompting a slight smirk. 

“Is my pretty boy close?” 

You punctuate your sentence with a particularly hard thrust that presses right into Hyunjin’s prostate. 

“F-fuck!” Deciding that he has had enough torture for one night, you aim for that spot that has Hyunjin leaving bruises on your arm. 

“Cum for me, baby boy,” your tone is near animalistic as you let go of his throat and push him onto his front, fucking him so hard his face is being buried deep into the sheets. 

Your hand doesn’t slow on his cock as you feel him twitch. 

“Aaahhh - fuck!” Hyunjin’s muffled moans ring through the air, accompanied by a backtrack of your laboured breaths and skin slapping against skin. His weak body convulses under you, hands nearly ripping the sheets with how tightly he grips them. The orgasm that hits Hyunjin is intense; probably the best he’s ever had. He feels it blossom from the tight coil in his stomach, like a flower that blooms under moonlight. It spreads through his entire body, reaching deep within him, and covers every inch of him in euphoric bliss. He briefly questions if he accidentally took a drug that enhances all senses.  

You don’t even consider slowing down until the pleasurable whines from the shaking body underneath you turn into painful ones, as the overstimulation kicks in. You’re almost tempted to keep fucking into him, making him whine and squirm, but you decide against it. 

All movement comes to a halt. Without abruptly pulling out, you let Hyunjin adjust, then slowly ease the strap out of him. His hole clenches around nothing and you wish that you could watch your cum drip out of him, down his thighs and onto the sheets. The thought causes you to feel a warm, lustful burn in your core. 

Which brings your attention to your drenched underwear that clings so desperately to your core. You feel it ache in neediness as you stare down at Hyunjin. But then you push it aside as you see just how exhausted he is. 

The sound of velcro straps being untied prompts Hyunjin to lift his head from the pool of drool it was resting in. 

“Thank you,” the adoration and pure gratefulness in his voice unintentionally causes you to blush, something that Hyunjin is not accustomed to seeing. 

“Of course, baby,” you hide the blush by leaning down and kissing his sweat slicked forehead. You smile at him, love and devotion reflecting in your eyes, and push his hair back with one hand. Now Hyunjin blushes. 

“I love you.”

“I know,” you smile smugly at him before booping his nose and continuing your clean up in a comfortable silence. From the bed, Hyunjin watches as you clean yourself with a damp cloth. After running it under warm water again, you approach Hyunjin and sit beside him. The warmth from the cloth soothes Hyunjin as you wipe him clean. You motion for him to turn around and then you gently run it over his thighs and stomach, cleaning him of the drying cum that stains his milky skin. 

“You are so beautiful,” you say it without much thought, but Hyunjin’s heart swells and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the desire to be close to you. 

He grabs your hands, throwing the damp - and cum covered - cloth in the general direction of the hamper, which he misses but no one notices. You are pulled down beside him and he entangles his arms and legs with yours. The close proximity is borderline claustrophobic but you let out a strained laugh instead.

“Hyunjin, I’ve got to change the sheets!” He doesn’t make any attempt to move, instead shaking his head in a childish manner and pulls you closer. 

“Oh my god, you’ve always been a pain in the ass,” the comment is made with no ill-intent, a smile is spread across your face as you jokingly say it.

“I know, but I’m your pain in the ass.”

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Thanks for all of the support on my last fic. I really appreciate people actually taking the time to read, like and reblog my post!

Happy reading, and I hope you have a lovely day/night ♡

ALTURISTIC

Hello, I do not anticipate this getting a lot - if any at all - attention and that is fine. It is more of a self-indulgent piece, but if it happens to attain the attention of others then that is a welcomed plus <3

Warnings - femdom!reader, sub!Hyunjin, AFAB reader, non idol! au, mommy kink, nipple play (m! Receiving), handjob, use of petnames (pretty boy, slut, baby) oral (m! Receiving), rimming, riding ♡

Summary - After a frustrating day at work your pretty boy helps you relieve tension <3

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Contrary to popular belief, working a part-time, just above minimum wage job was not dreadful. At least ninety percent of the time. The other ten percent consisted of rude and impatient customers. Thankfully for you, you had sweet co-workers and understanding managers. So, after encountering a rude Karen that demanded something completely out of your jurisdiction, they did not hesitate to let you go home forty-five minutes early. The drive home consisted of you trying not to cry out of frustration while having a death grip on the steering wheel, and fantasizing about all the ways you wanted to relieve that frustration. The one at the top of your list turned to stare at you in both excitement and confusion as you struggled to open the door to the apartment. Hyunjin laid sprawled out on the couch rewacthing season one of Rick and Morty, his phone balancing on the edge of the coffee table.

"Y/N! Is it four already?" Hyunjin paused the episode - Close Rick-Counters of the Rick Kind - snatching his phone from the table. He tapped his phone to check the time. Upon realizing that you're home fifteen minutes early, a confused frown blesses his beautiful features.

You let out a heavy sigh and slip in under his long legs, placing your hands atop his thighs.

"Are you okay?" Concern now replaces confusion as he attempts to sit up. You gently push him back down and lay your body against him. Taking in his sweet, yet mildly salty, scent calms you down enough to talk.

"They let me go early," your voice was slightly muffled as your face was half pressed into the cotton of Hyunjin's shirt. The drained tone in which you spoke was enough to let Hyunjin know that something happened that you would rather not extend energy discussing or thinking about right now. Instead, he knowingly rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"Well, do you want to continue watching this with me?" He made a subtle gesture towards the paused t.v screen with his head. You shook your head no and buried your face into the crook of his neck. Hyunjin lay silent as he let you take him in.

"How about I help you feel better?" His voice dropped lower as he began moving his hands further down your back. He rested his hands just above the curve of your ass and waited for a sign of approval from you. You raise your head and gave him a grateful smile, however, it was in contrast to the darkness in your eyes. You sat up on top of Hyunjins lower half, ass pressed flush against him.

"My pretty boy wants to help me unwind huh? " Your tone was almost mocking, you knew the answer - it was clear as day due to the growing hardness pressed underneath you.

Hyunjin let out a shaky sigh as his large hands moved instead to occupy the softness of your thighs. He looked at you with anticipation, which only caused you to smirk.

"I-I'll do whatever you want," he weakly let out as your hands began to roam up his stomach and across the exspanse of his chest, lightly brushing over his nipples.

"Really, baby? Aren't you just so sweet," you leaned down towards his lips, until you could feel the uneven breaths he was letting out. His breath hitched as you applied more pressure down on him and let yourself grind against him. He desperately leaned up to catch your lips in a kiss. Initially, it was sweet, gentle and just what you needed after the stress today brought. But then your frustration resurfaced and you caught his wrist, pinning them above his head. You kissed him with more vigor, simultaneously grinding down in him. Hyunjin moaned and arched his back, his wrist tugging under your hold.

You abruptly stood up, elicting a disappointed whine from Hyunjin. Outstretching your hand, however, shut him up quickly as he took it and allowed you to lead him into the bedroom.

Upon entering you pushed him down onto the bed and mounted him without missing a beat. First you removed your shirt, throwing it with abandon onto the floor. Hyunjin moaned lightly at the sight of your soft breast clad in a simple black lace bra.

You warm hands ventured under the white cotton that so rudely deprived you of Hyunjin's milky skin and hardened nipples. Once the cool air of the room came into contact with his sensitive nipples, Hyunjin arched his back towards you in a silent plea.

"Use me, h-however you want"

You grinned appreciatively at Hyunjin before leaning down to attach your lips to his left nipple. Gently licking, your tongue swirled around the nub before fully engulfing it and applying light pressure with your teeth to tease him. It worked wonders as Hyunjin keened and let out a breathy moan. He allowed you to tease him, alternating between the two sensitive nubs. Something about feeling his body shiver and tremble under your hands and mouth brought a great sense of calm and warmth, just what you were craving after the long day you've had.

As Hyunjin's moans increase in volume and quantity, you begin to descend down his torso. Open-mouthed kisses are left down his taut stomach, his muscles tensing under each touch. You continue to kiss down his navel until you reach the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Your eyes flick up to observe his current state - which is already a pleasureable sight. His eyes are lidded and glossed over, his cheeks a dusty pink and his lips are parted to release strained breaths.

"Such a good, pretty boy. Letting mommy use him to relieve stress," Hyunjin rolled his hips up subtly at the title in which you addressed youself.

"A-anything for you, mommy," you smiled approvingly and pulled down his sweatpants, Hyunjin raising his hips up to let you pull them off all the way with ease.

His underwear followed suit and soon his hard cock lay flush against his trembling stomach. The pink tip leaked beads of precum from the teasing kisses and touches, he was always such a sensitive boy.

Hyunjin lets out a high pitched moan when he feels your forefinger run over his tip. You grab his cock at the base and use his copious amount of precum to slowly stroke up - to the underside of his tip - and back down again. You repeat this motion a few more times as Hyunjin lets out moans, each one higher than the last. You speed up and add more pressure, ensuring to twist your hand as you near his tip.

"F-fuck mommy, that f-feels so g-good," his voice is unstable and you watch his muscles tense and untense in his stomach.

You lean your head down and press a kiss too sweet and gentle to fit in this moment. The noise Hyunjin makes is satisfactory as the moan is drawn out and breathy.

Your tongue swirls around his tip and you begin to slide down his cock, inch by inch. Once you've reached the base of his cock you stay there for a few seconds before ascending back up, pressing your tongue against him. Hyunjin's hands scramble to grip the sheets with such strength you're almost worried they'll rip.

"Nnghh, so g-gooood," his hips stutter as his head falls back.

You bob your head faster, more aggressive and drink in the onslaught of lewd moans Hyunjin lets out. As your left hand moves over the portion of his cock you cannot reach, your right one cups his balls - gently rolling them around in the softness of your hand. Hyunjin's narrow hips raise off the bed as his eyes roll back. His lips parted to let out a pleasurable scream, drool lolling out and down his cheek. He's a mess, really.

You take a second to pop your lips off of his cock, your hands continuing their ministrations.

"What a dirty boy you are Jinnie, slobbering all over yourself. Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" The cocky tone paired with the filthy words only makes Hyunjin's cock twitch and leak more precum. He loves being your dirty boy, your slut.

"Y-yes I'm your s-slut," he can barely keep his eyes open as your right hand comes up - you rub your palm in circles around his tip. The loud moan Hyunjin lets out is borderline pornographic.

You rub your palm in faster circles, Hyunjin's hips thrust up in sync with your movements.

"Mommy! F-fuuuck," his cock twitches in your hold, you know he's close.

Suddenly you stop, your absence causes Hyunjin to let out a choked whine.

"M-mommy, I was close," his eyes shine with the promise of tears as he looks down at you in desperation.

"Quiet, baby," you begin to lay flat on your stomach in between his parted legs. You slide your arms under his thighs.

"I'm not done with you yet, my pretty boy," Hyunjin blushes at the petname and even more so as he realises where this is leading.

You lick a thick stripe over his hole and are rewarded with a wrecked moan from Hyunjin. Your tongue circles his puckered hole, not quite dipping in like Hyunjin so desperately craves. Your hands pull his legs further apart to gain more access to his sensitive hole.

Then, you dive in - rapidly licking his hole, circling it and then letting your tongue slid in. Your hold on Hyunjin's legs tighten as he begins thrashing about uncontrollably.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Hyunjin is breathing hard as he feels the coil tightening in his stomach. You tongue-fuck his tight hole whilst simultaneously stroking his cock with your right hand.

"Nngh - fuck mommy, I-I'm gonna c-cum - fuuck," tears spill over the brims of his eyes as he's overwhelmed with pleasure. His shaking legs tighten around your head as you quicken your ministrations.

"C-can I please cum?" His eyes are wild and desperate, like he will scream if you deny him his release. Fortunately, you're just as desperate to watch him unravel - to watch as his beautiful face twist in pleasure.

"Cum for mommy, pretty boy," you hum against his hole. The vibrations ring through him and bring him another wave of pleasure. That combined with your tongue repeatedly plunging in and out, and your quick strokes on his cock has Hyunjin's toes curling as he screams out your name. His eyes squeeze shut, tears racing down his cheeks. His whole body convulses like a man possesed as you help him through his intense orgasm. Thick ropes of his cum paint his quivering stomach.

Once he has stopped shaking you sit up and slide off the end of the bed. You take your pants off and throw them to join the other discarded items of clothing on the floor. Hyunjin watches you in a dazz as you search the bedside table for a condom.

He whimpers when he sees you open it.

"Can you handle it baby?"

He gives a weak nod of confirmation and you give him a quick, but loving, kiss before leaning back to roll the condom over his semi-hard cock.

"Such a good boy, taking mommy's pussy after cumming so much," you coo as you slide your wet slit over his tip. Hyunjin looks like he's going to cry at the feeling. The sensation both pleasureable and painful.

"I'm going to put it in now, baby," you pull yourself up, lining up with Hyunjin's cock before slowly sinking down. With each inch you feel yourself stretch, a satisfied sigh escapes your parted lips. You feel Hyunjin's cock twitch as you bottom out on him. Slowly, you rise up and sink back down.

"A-aahh," Hyunjin lets out weak, breathy moans at the feeling of your tightness engulfing him. The overwhleming pleasure makes him delirious as his hands squeeze your hips.

Lost in your own pleasure, you roll your hips forward, feeling his cock perfectly rubbing against your sensitive walls.

"Fuck Jinnie, such a perfect cock -mmph - you make mommy feel so good," the praise has Hyunjin rolling his own hips up, intensifying the pleasure you're already feeling.

You build a steady rythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. Your nails run down his chest, stopping to flick his nipples. To which Hyunjin throws his head back into the pillows and lets out a throaty moan.

Your hand runs back up over his nipple to rest briefly on his exposed throat. Hyunjin's eyes shoot open and he looks at you with a desperate plea in his eyes. You apply pressure to the sides of his throat and Hyunjin feels like he's going to cum again. His hips roll up against yours - meeting your movements half way. Feeling your own orgasm approaching, you remove your hand from around Hyunjin's throat and dip your fingers into his mouth. Hyunjin immediately swirls his tongue around your fingers, doe eyes brimming with tears.

Then, you take the saliva coated fingers and reach down to rub fast and needy circles around your clit. The action just adding to the immense pleasure you're experiencing right now. Hyunjin moans loudly at the sight and his hands grip your hips tighter as he feels his second orgasm approaching

"I-I'm, nnghhh, gonna c-cum again - aaahh," Hyunjin reaches his right hand forward to replace your own and begins rubbing tight circles on your sensitive clit. Your own moans rise in volume as you begin to drown in pleasure.

"F-fuck Jinnie - mmmpphh - I'm c-cumming," with that, Hyunjin plants his feet flat on the bed and pounds up into you, while quickly rubbing your clit. The pleasure is blinding as you scream out his name - mixed in with some breathy moans. Hyunjin continues pounding into you throughout your orgasm, the tightening of your walls triggers his second orgasm of the night. His whole body convulses under you, his mouth parted in a silent scream. His eyes roll back as does his head, his forehead slick with sweat.

You fall forward ontop of Hyunjin as you both gasp for air. Your lips engage in a fiery, passionate kiss.

"I love you," he whispers hoarsely.

"And I love you," you whisper back, smiling down at your lover.

Such a sweet boy he is, helping you de-stress. Hyunjin always was an alturistic person.

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Well, that concludes the horny thoughts that continuosly cloud my brain. It's one am and this is what I'm doing :') Anyway, enjoy - whether that be myself just re-reading this when Hyunjin inevitably haunts my mind again, or if someone made it this far :)))

Eager and Unsure

Jayce Talis x f!Reader | 3.1K | 18+

Jayce has been hesitant to take things the whole way with you, and you learn very quickly how big the source of his apprehension is.

A/n: big thank you to @sweatandwoe for giving me this delicious idea

A record spun lazily, stretching out a smooth, sultry undercurrent as Jayce’s lips traced the curve of your neck. He’d lit about a dozen candles, and you could smell the expensive cologne he saved for special occasions lingering at his pulse points. This was happening.

His fingertips sunk into your hips, rocking you back and forth against his clothed, throbbing cock, a string of muttered curses tumbling from his lips.

He was holding back; with just the slightest ounce of strength he was almost manhandling you, your body like putty in his hands, light and supple. Jayce always touched you with a shaky desperation, enthusiasm and apprehension a dangerous cocktail you could drink for eternity and still be parched.

“Please, Jayce, I- oh,” you keened, back arching as his fingers slipped below the elastic of your panties, the damp fabric clinging to his knuckles as he pressed a circling touch to your clit.

“Fuck, babe,” his breath hitched and you felt him swell against your ass, “This all for me?”

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Lovely, Lovely

feat.: Viktor / fem!reader

summary: When Viktor struggles with self-doubt, you show him just how much you love him.

warnings: nsfw content, body worship, praise kink, pet names, oral sex, hurt/comfort, vaginal sex, riding, mild hair pulling, mild size difference, teasing, fluff and hurt/comfort

Despite having spent many years on the Topside, Viktor had never thought of himself as a true Piltie.

He did his best to impersonate one, sure — his clothing, all fine fabric and just as expertly tailored as Jayce's, was proof of that —, but the true citizens, the ones who had an actual right to walk upon pristine pavements and gaze at marble buildings, did their best to remind him that he, in fact, did not belong in a world this beautiful, this wealthy.

Still, he had hoped to be able to hide this fact from you for at least a while.

As his newly assigned assistant who had just moved to Piltover, you were still highly impressionable and hadn't seen nor heard much of the Undercity yet, which was why Viktor preferred to avoid the topic of where he had grown up altogether.

He was rather fond of you too, and even though you had only worked with him for about two months now, you seemed to reciprocate his romantic feelings — or so he hoped, anyway.

Your relationship was still frail and Viktor was sure that, if he wasn't particularly careful, it was going to break apart as easily as a newly grown twig.

(When expressing those thoughts to you, you had claimed it wouldn't, that you loved him, and he had known then the problem was that he himself didn't think he was deserving of love.)

Frankly said, he didn't want you to leave his side this soon again, and while hindering you from seeing the less gorgeous aspects of Piltover only to keep you close was rather selfish, being aware of one's flaws and being able to defy them were two different stories.

It was, however, also a plan that was obvious to fail sooner or later — in this specific case, sooner.

The shopping trip, as you had so lovingly referred to it, you were on to stock up on supplies had been surprisingly fun, with playful banter and teasing comments being thrown back and forth between the two of you.

The relaxed atmosphere shifted the second you entered another promising looking shop, one stuffed to the brink with little trinkets and rather complicated looking machines that Viktor didn't bother to spare a glance at.

His shoulders tensed just the slightest bit at the way the guy behind the counter stared at him, contempt and disgust evident in his gaze, though Viktor refused to get discouraged this quickly. Perhaps he was simply misinterpreting body language and expressions, though it was one he had seen often enough.

Still, he dared to hope that this little trip of yours wasn't going to turn into something ugly.

Luck wasn't on his side, of course.

“I don't sell to Undercity scum. Fuck off.”

The man's voice was clipped, his eyes narrowed. Despite Viktor's rather tall stature, he towered over him — and over you no less. When smirking, he revealed crooked, yet oddly white teeth.

“Wouldn't mind chatting with that girlie, though. You don't mind, do you? No way she's a cripple's girlfriend.”

His arms were large, biceps bulging, and Viktor decided right then and there that provoking a fight was not worth it, especially not in your presence. No amount of pride was worth endangering you.

You, however, seemed to disagree.

“That's no way to talk to a customer.”

Honestly, for just a second Viktor contemplated if he was hallucinating as you suddenly moved in front of him, arms crossed in a defensive gesture.

This was ridiculous — you weren't nearly as tall as him and not even close to reaching the guy's shoulders, looking all delicate and soft in your skirt and blouse, like a proper lady—, a proper Piltie, and yet you stepped between him and the stranger.

The guy, apparently, seemed just as taken aback by your attitude as Viktor himself.

“Go on, apologise”, you said, a demand rather than a suggestion, your chin raised provocatively, “Or do you want your shop's reputation to be ruined? We're working with the Academy where, I believe, most of your customers are from. That could easily be changed.”

A bluff, a quite obvious one at that. If the situation hadn't been this tense, Viktor would have chuckled as the guy frowned, gears visibly turning in his head to process your words.

He eventually grunted. “Fuck off.” Then, as an afterthought: “I don't want no trouble.”

A quick glance at your face, all drawn together brows and narrowed eyes, made it obvious you weren't satisfied. Viktor was quick to drag you outside, using his free hand to grasp your wrist — honestly, it was rather surprising the situation hadn't yet escalated. There was no use pushing one's luck.

By the time an all too familiar house was in sight, Viktor had let go of you, his skin now tingling where he had just felt the warmth of your body against his, and only then did he notice you were sulking, your lips pushed forward.

He abruptly averted his gaze again. Your lips weren't a good place to focus on, not when they shone with just the slightest hint of gloss. Despite being open for new experiences, walking through Piltover with a hard-on really wasn't something he wanted to try out.

“I'm pretty sure I could've gotten him to apologise”, you eventually said, “We shouldn't have left. Now he thinks he can get away with rude comments like that.”

Viktor scoffed. “You have terrible self-preservation skills, dear.” He let out a sigh at your frown. “If we had not left, there would have been a fight and, forgive me for doubting your abilities, but that guy would've smashed your head in with one hit.”

There were many reactions he had expected in response to his words — anger, sadness perhaps —, though you giggling a little hadn't been one of them.

“You're right. I don't know what I was thinking either, honestly. I'm not usually this reckless, I promise. I just didn't want that guy to insult you.”

Your gaze was warm, fond as you looked at him. Viktor grimaced as he turned away to unlock the door and let you in. He only realised now that, out of pure habit, he had led you to his personal apartment rather than to the Academy's lab.

“I'm more than capable of defending myself. I simply didn't think it was worth it.”

“Well, to me it was. You shouldn't let people speak to you like that.”

“Eh, he wasn't wrong, you know.” Viktor shrugged, putting down his bag. “I might be a professor now, but outside of the Academy I'm still but a poor cripple from the Undercity. You just don't want it to be true — yet.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, don't act a fool, dear. Idiocy doesn't suit you.” Two of his fingers moved to massage his own temples. “We both know you'll eventually move on to someone who's more your league.”

Your silence was almost too much to bear, the atmosphere suddenly suffocating. Despite wanting to do anything but, Viktor forced himself to turn around, to face you.

He couldn't help but cringe at your stunned expression.

It seemed damage control was an appropriate measure to take now.

“I didn't mean to come across as crude, I assure you”, he said, hands raised in a gesture of mock surrender, “I've simply come to accept this as what will inevitably happen in the future. Not that I'm not grateful for the time we're currently spending together — I beg you, don't purposely misunderstand me.”

And he really was begging — internally, of course — for you to not take this the wrong way, to not turn away and leave him already, because there were so many ways his words could have easily been misinterpreted, or perhaps he even meant them just like this; perhaps he secretly ached for you to leave him before he got even more attached.

His grip on the cane tightened, knuckles protruding in a stark white.

For this much of a genius he certainly felt a fool.

Self sabotage had always been an odd form of self love.

“You're such an idiot. I can't believe you.”

And, ah, there it was, though your voice was odd — it lacked the anger, the disgust he had expected to hear.

“I'm not going to leave you, Viktor.”

Warm hands cradled his face as you reached up to him, a smile on your lips, though your eyes shone with unspilled tears. “I never will, I promise. Besides, I'd never be able to find someone who's more perfect than you are.”

Viktor couldn't help but stare at you, thin lips pressed together into a tight line because, honestly, if he wasn't careful, a sob might have torn itself from his throat.

“You don't know that”, he said, the sharp pain of embarrassment spreading in his chest at the way his voice was trembling, “Don't make promises you can't keep.”

“I'm going to keep it.” Your smile seemed awfully sincere. “You're not getting rid of me this easily, Viktor. Guess you're stuck with me now.”

Everything felt hot, awfully hot; Viktor was sure his cheeks were flushed and his hands trembling from where they ached, yet not dared to touch you.

You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss the tears away right after they fell, your momentary silence not judgement but comfort, warm soft love surrounding him like a blanket and a glass of sweetmilk after an exhausting day. 

“Guess I'm stuck with you”, he eventually said, his own smile so fragile compared to your radiant one, though you stared at him like you had never seen something more beautiful.

For some reason, your reaction stirred the urge in him to smile like this more often; honest and vulnerable, without the usual snark and cynicism. 

The tip of your nose was almost touching his. In the back of his mind he noted that the position was surely straining for your neck. 

“Also”, you said, successfully steering his attention back to you, “I can only hope you don't seriously believe a word of what that guy said. You're such a pretty boy, don't you know that?” 

Viktor was sure that, if he had been more machine than man, he would've short circuited right then and there. His eyes were wide; his mind, helpful as ever, kept stumbling over the words 'pretty boy' — honestly, this was a description that would have fit Jayce or any other remotely attractive man, but him? 

You were still holding his face, your thumbs softly tracing over sharp cheekbones. If you were lying, you were doing an excellent job at it. For some reason he doubted that was the case. 

A brief expression of mischief flashed over your face, your eyes suddenly sparkling with mirth. 

“Seems like you don't quite believe me yet”, you said, your voice a low purr, and Viktor had to actively force himself to not stare at your plump lips right in front of him. “Why don't I tell you just what exactly I love so much about you? Wait — how about if I show you instead?” 

Viktor's throat felt too dry all of a sudden. He almost mourned the loss of tenderness as you pulled your hands away from his face, though he was quickly consoled as they were instead placed on the flat of his chest, fingers splayed out to touch as much of him as possible, even with the layer of clothes still separating you. 

Then your lips were on his, just as soft and plump as they had looked the whole day. A hint of artificial cherry flavour spread in his mouth, most likely from your chapstick — or was it lip gloss? What was the difference between the two, anyway? —, and he couldn't help but groan into the kiss as, quite suddenly, one of your hands grasped at his cock through his trousers. 

At his already half-hard cock. 

“Oh?” you said, a breathless giggle escaping you, your breath warm against his lips. “This can't be only because of one kiss. Guess you liked it when I called you a pretty boy, right?” 

With the way his dick visibly twitched in your hold, no response was necessary. Viktor nodded nonetheless, his cheeks feeling way too hot, though the humiliation only added to how intoxicating the whole situation was. 

Then you broke away from another kiss and Viktor had to actively suppress a whine at the loss. 

“Let's move this to the bed, shall we?” Your hand grasped his free one, your fingers interlacing. Viktor's heart ached with the sudden amount of fondness he felt for you. “I'd love to continue here, but you're simply too tall for this to be comfortable. My spine is probably broken already.”

Viktor snorted; some of his usual snark finally returning to him. “That's not how anatomy works, dearest. Your spine doesn't suddenly collapse into itself just because you've strained it a little.” 

“Well”, you said, tone accusatory as you dragged him towards his bedroom, “That just makes it sound like you're not worried about my wellbeing.” 

“I'm very concerned, I promise you.” Viktor easily settled on the bed with his back against the wall, his trousers partly unbuttoned because of your fumbling fingers. The way you instinctively propped his bad leg up on a pillow made his heart clench just a little. “Though part of my concern rather stems from the way my dick is straining against these pants. It's most uncomfortable.”

You let out a breathless laugh as you reached up to tuck one strand of hair behind Viktor's ear, leaving his cheeks flushed at the oddly intimate gesture. “Guess those have to go then, hm? I did promise to show you in great detail what I love about you. That's not happening while you're still dressed.” 

He raised his eyebrows in response, head tilted to the side. “Oh? And why not?” 

Despite the question, he was quick to stand once more and strip; the cane bumped ungracefully against the bed frame as he leaned onto it to get out of his trousers and, just for a second, burning hot humiliation shot up his spine — or perhaps it was simply the dull pain he did his best to ignore.

His nails dug into the metal of the cane by the time he finished undressing, bitter and cruel thoughts once more prominent as he thought you wouldn't have to put up with all of this if only you gave all your love to someone else, to someone better. 

As you took his hands into yours, he almost barked out a laugh. You, ever observant, doing your best to keep his mind from straying into darkness. 

Him, not deserving of any of your kindness. 

A second later, he was gently pushed back down onto the mattress by your hands and, oh, he wasn't able to fully suppress the quiet gasp that left his lips at the sight in front of him. 

He hadn't noticed that you had undressed as well, having been too caught up in his own struggle — mild disappointment sparked in him at the thought of missing the sight of you stripping; for him no less. He made a mental note to ask you to strip for him once more in the future, with him properly watching this time. 

Now, however, you had settled on his lap, your plush thighs framing his thin ones as you hummed, tilting your head to the side in a thoughtful manner. “Where should I begin? Ah, I know. Best to start from the top, right?” 

Viktor swallowed, then nodded. A wry smirk found its way onto his lips; an attempt at gathering his usual wits, though he, for once, seemed rather speechless. “That seems to be the most logical order, yes.” 

“Alright.” Your hands moved up to his head and were quick to tangle in his hair, slowly carding through it. “First things first, I adore your hair. To this day I still don't know how you keep it this soft while working with all kinds of chemicals all day long. I bet some councillors have already asked you to give up your hair care secrets, am I right?” 

Your words got a chuckle out of Viktor. “You're being ridiculous”, he said, his voice warm, “The councillors would never dare to ask someone for advice. They're way too proud to admit they're not all-knowing.” 

He moaned as your nails scraped over his scalp; a low and guttural sound, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. 

“Next, I love that brilliant mind of yours.” Your lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss and your palms once more cupped his cheeks. “We're both aware of how awfully smart you are. Don't let this get to your head, though.” 

Viktor made a noncommittal sound in the back of his throat in response. 

“I adore that you're this handsome”, you said, cutting him off with a click of your tongue as he opened his mouth to either disagree or to doubt your sanity. “Your cheekbones, your prominent jaw line, your eyes, the moles and freckles — I can't even pick a favourite feature of yours.” 

Viktor hadn't thought of it as possible, but his cheeks seemed to grow even hotter at your words, a lovely blush spreading out over his face. The fact that your hands were still cradling him only made this worse; he was sure you were able to feel the traitorous warmth bleed from his skin onto yours.

You chuckled, a soft sound Viktor wanted to memorise forever and beyond. “You're so cute”, you said, luckily sparing him from any more teasing comments as you instead moved further down his body.

Your hands were tracing intricate patterns on his chest while you pressed open-mouthed kisses to the pale expanse of his throat, to his prominent collar bones and ribs, not once failing to mention just how gorgeous you thought he was.

At this point Viktor was unable to conceal the way he was panting, his whole body trembling as he forced himself to stay unmoving as you continued your path down his body.

You took your time too; soft lips meeting the tiny scars on his palms and placing kisses to calloused fingers.

His cock was hard against his thigh, swollen and flushed with a lewd amount of precum beading at the head, slowly dripping down the length of it.

“Dear”, he eventually said, his voice low, accent thicker than usual, “I hate to interrupt you, but if you don't get to the point of touching me soon, I'll go crazy.”

His knuckles were a stark white colour because of how forcefully he was grasping at the sheets, fighting the urge to grab and yank at your hair in impatience.

You looked up at him through your lashes from where you were currently pressing a kiss to one of his protruding hip bones, all doe eyes and slightly swollen lips because of the kisses you had shared. Viktor would have loved to take a picture of you right then and there.

“Oh? But I am touching you, am I not?” Your lips curled upwards in a mischievous smile, your brows raised. “I haven't even shown you yet how much I love those thighs of yours.”

Viktor grit his teeth together, his whole body tense. The thighs you still wanted to give your love to were shaking.

“At least get me off first.” It was more of a demand than a request, though you apparently — luckily — let it slide.

You sighed, the noise sounding like amusement rather than disappointment, as you slowly moved your hands inwards; roaming from slim hips to thin thighs and, eventually, coming to rest just next to his dick, a smirk on your face, and Viktor couldn't hold back an exasperated groan, his head tipping backwards at your teasing.

“I thought this was supposed to be about me”, he choked out as your fingers feathered over his cock, the touch so light it was barely even there at all. “You're doing a horrible job at keeping me happy.”

“I didn't know you were capable of whining this prettily, Viktor”, you cooed, your head cocked to the side in a playful manner as your thumb swiped over the head of his dick, scooping some of his precum up.

Viktor's cheeks flushed hot with humiliation, though you apparently had no intention of shutting up.

“Really, it seems that everything about you is simply adorable. Especially those noises - maybe I'll suck you off if you moan that nicely for me again. What do you say, hm?”

Viktor watched with wide eyes as you leaned forward and, as if to emphasise your point, blew a puff of warm air against the flushed tip.

Your breath was hot, though most likely not nearly as scalding as your mouth, your tongue, your throat would have been, constricting around his dick as you gagged, tears welling up in your eyes and, god, he stored that fantasy away for lonely nights.

The action had Viktor squirming, his hips thrusting up against nothing, and his mind felt shockingly useless right now; all of his thoughts only revolving around how he craved more, how he just wanted you to touch him, please—

“Alright, alright. This was supposed to be the grand finale, but given how impatient you are, I'll indulge you.”

Viktor moaned in relief as you took pity on him, your pretty pretty lips closing around his dick. His hands grasped at strands of your hair almost instinctively, urging you to take more of him. You did; sinking down his cock perfectly, your throat just as good, just as tight as he had imagined.

One of your hands wrapped around the base of his dick, stroking the part you were unable to take, and while Viktor had never thought much about your size difference before, it now became painfully obvious how small your hand looked when on his cock. You were barely able to fully close it around the girth and, god, that shouldn't have been this hot, but things were slowly spiralling out of Viktor's control — or perhaps they already had been since this whole situation had begun.

“Fuck”, he gasped out, accent heavy, “You're taking me so well, dear. God. 'm so close, please, you're so good.”

His hips bucked up again and again and you took it willingly, not once double tapping his thigh to stop, even though you were gagging and choking, the nails of your free hand digging into his hip.

Everything was white hot pleasure, Viktor's chest heaving with sharp pants as he yanked on your hair — not on purpose, though he certainly didn't miss the way you moaned at the sudden sting in your scalp. That was information filed away for future uses.

Viktor threw his head back, needy noises and throaty groans echoing in the sparsely decorated room he struggled to recognise as his own. “So close—”

He immediately regretted his words a moment later as you pulled away, prying his hands from your hair. You met in a messy kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip in impatience, his hands on your hips, urging you closer while touching as much skin of yours as possible, and, fuck, he simply wanted nothing more than to give you a taste of your own medicine, though he feared he himself was too impatient to tease you right now.

“Love, please”, he rasped against your lips, your foreheads touching, “Don't torture me.”

“Oh? And why not, pretty boy? You look so lovely when you're at my mercy.”

You hummed, thoughtful, and a low sound left Viktor — almost akin to a growl or the closest humanly possible thing to one.

“For whatever you're doing, I'll pay you back thrice tomorrow. If you're good to me, I'll be good to you.”

He revelled in the visible tremble his words tore from you.

“And if you're intent on teasing me, well — we both know my patience is far greater than yours, no?”

Your response was an unashamed moan, your own cheeks now flushed, pupils visibly dilated. Viktor was certain he was never going to get enough of how easily he was able to affect you this greatly.

“Well, if you phrase it like that”, you eventually drawled, shrugging a little, “I wanted to take even more time with you, but I guess you're just too convincing. Besides, you're just too handsome right now to resist you for long.”

As you tilted your head up, you pressed your lips against his again; an invitation he took too eagerly, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

Honestly, Viktor expected to reach his orgasm through your hand; your mouth if he was lucky and you were in the mood to suck him off again, which was unlikely but not impossible.

That was why it came as an even bigger surprise as you suddenly sank down on his dick, your cunt dripping wet, the tight warmth feeling so so good around him that he moaned into the kiss, his eyes closed.

“You're so big”, you choked out, making heat curl in Viktor's stomach at the compliment that was voiced more like a complaint, “Fuck, I'll never do this again without you stretching me first. God.”

“Is that so?” Viktor urged, eager—, desperate to hear more of your praise, “I'm filling you so well, am I not?”

And you indulged him with a needy moan, the noise breathless. “Yeah. So big, Viktor, please—, you're so handsome right now. Such a good boy.”

Viktor groaned at your words; his eyes fluttering closed and his head resting against your shoulder as you slowly propped yourself up on your knees, then dropped back down.

Your hands were placed on his back for support and your nails were digging into his skin, surely causing him to bleed at this point, and he wasn't even ashamed that the added pain only added to his arousal.

“Viktor”, you gasped, your voice so beautifully needy, “So good, please, Viktor—”

At this point Viktor had been reduced to desperate whimpers and low groans, his hands on your hips as you ground against him one last time, your thighs shaking.

“Cum for me, darling, come on”, you purred, your voice so close to his ear, breath hot against his neck, and Viktor was unable to do anything but orgasm on command.

He came with a shout, his hips stuttering against yours as irregular waves of pleasure coursed through his body, leaving him utterly breathless; all of his thoughts consumed by you.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your cunt on pure instinct, rubbing your clit with lazy motions until you too were cumming, and you both groaned as you tightened around his dick once more.

Viktor's muscles shook as he slowly pulled out, trying not to pay any mind to the way a trickle of his own cum dripped out of your hole, and managed to manhandle you onto the bed to cuddle close to you in a spooning position.

“Well?” you eventually prompted, your eyes half-lidded and your voice tired, “I hope you're aware of how much I appreciate you now.” A yawn. “If not, we're gonna have to repeat this tomorrow.”

Viktor chuckled, his nose against your neck. “I'd say I understand your view a bit better now, yes. Besides, we don't have time for a repetition of today's events.”

“Oh? And why's that?”

“I did promise to pay you back, did I not?”

“Right”, you said with a chuckle, “I'm excited already. Still, you better know I'm serious about doing this more often if you doubt my love for you ever again.”

Viktor scoffed, the sound oddly soft. “While that's not an effective threat, I understand what you're trying to say.”

“Oh, I think it is. Next time I'll just show your glorious ass how much I love it.”

“Now you're simply being indecent on purpose.”

“Yeah. But I'd do it, so don't doubt me again.”

notes: hello Arcane fandom, please let me in, i offer Viktor content. also, viktor needs to be called pretty boy more often

this was also posted on ao3!

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Bratty Kitty

Pairing: Badboy!Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho, the notorious ‘bad boy’ at your university. To be quite frank, you found him pathetic- the boy was nothing but a rich, undisciplined kid who’d never been punished for being a brat- something you so dearly wanted to change.

College AU, Badboy AU, Enemies to Lovers AU

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: smut, sub!Minho, dom!reader, pegging, spanking, BDSM, slight pet-play, brat-taming

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You groaned, waking up to the annoying, loud tune playing from your phone. Murmuring incoherent words and rolling to the side of your bed, you grabbed your phone and hit the ‘snooze’ button, immediately dropping it back onto your bedside table and stuffing your face back into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Why the fuck did I sign up for morning classes,” You grumbled into your pillow, stifling a yawn

After two or so minutes of lying restlessly in bed, you realised you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep with the sun beginning to rise, and, once again, you rolled over to the open side of your bed, shivering as you threw off the warm covers and stood up. You paused, breathing in and processing your surroundings before deciding you should probably get ready for the day.

“You’re up early,” your roommate commented from behind her bowl of cereal when she saw you come out of your room

“Morning classes,” You scrunched up your nose, and she nodded in understanding

“Breakfast?” She asked, pushing the box of cereal and carton of milk towards you

“Nah, no time,” You replied, grabbing your coat and walking out the door

The sun had risen far more quickly than your liking, and it blared in your eyes the second you stepped out the door. You squinted, blinking a couple of times and putting your hand against your forehead to shade your eyes.

“Oi, Y/N!” An- unfortunately- familiar voice called from behind you, and you turned around with your brow raised, being met with none other than Lee Minho

“The fuck do you want?” You sneered as he came closer to you “I have a class to get to,”

“Aw, don’t be so mean, baby girl,” He smiled condescendingly and leaned forward, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket

“Call me baby girl again and you’ll regret it,” You threatened, and, before Minho could even open his mouth to retaliate, you turned on your heel and started heading towards your class

“Coward,” He called after you, and your eye almost twitched at the smile you could hear in his voice

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