Y8zuriha - IAN

SWEET PUNISHMENT | haikyu

featuring: kuroo, miya twins, iwaizumi, bokuto, oikawa, daichi, suna, & wakatoshi

♰ warnings: gangbang, exhibitionism, office sex, daddy kink (samu), oral (m.receiving), voyeurism, double pen w/the miya twins (one hole), lipstick kink (oikawa), darcyphilia, degrading, praising, hair-pulling, overstimulation, squirting

sereniti speaks ♡: this is my first ever gangbang… masterlist

Your back pressed flat against the mahogany colored table, arching ever so slightly with each harsh thrust of Atsumu’s hips. His hands gripped prints that blossomed like newborn flowers into your skin, his eyes trained on how cute your tits looked bouncing as he fucked into you with no remorse.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she’s getting fucked?” Kuroo smiled, caressing your forehead before placing a sweet kiss on it. He reminded you of how much you meant to each and every one of them, his soothing words taking you to a certain mental space you’d never want to escape. “Such a good for us, aren’t you, angel? Let me hear you say it.”

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roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

Hi chu i love ur scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader so much. can i request where sukuna spending time with baby fushiguro and her teaching sukuna how does things works like having phone, Thank you sm<33

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader teaches sukuna

jujutsu kaisen x reader

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warning(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen

hello, nini <3 thank you so much for being patient and for requesting!! i've been a wreck from all the angst i've written recently, especially with those scarlet bb fushiguro posts that involved poor reader having to k-word geto and yuuji to save everyone 🫂

the king of curses might be an absolute menace, but not when it comes to you. the malevolent curse is reduced to a mere babysitter who cares for a child with god-like powers. sukuna eventually warmed up to you and had grown accustomed to you putting him in control of yuuji, and it was one of those days when gojo assigned yuuji to babysit you because your father had important business to attend to.

you and sukuna were currently in the kitchen. you were on the counter top, sipping some apple juice, while sukuna leaned right next to you, waiting for you to finish your drink when you demanded mac and cheese.

"mac and cheese? the hell is that?" the curse's face scrunched into a look of confusion.

"pasta, but with cheese. i want some right now." you explained to him, pointing at the food in the glass-paned cupboard that was in a microwaveable cup. "pleaaase."

"okay, fine." sukuna rolled his eyes at you before reaching for the cup of mac and cheese from the cupboard and handing it to you. "now, eat."

"it's not yet cooked though." you exclaimed, gently pushing back the cup to sukuna.

"so, you want me to cook it for you?" sukuna raised a brow at you.

"yeah!" you nodded, smiling.

however, the smile on your face instantly subsided into a petrified look when flames suddenly engulfed sukuna's other hand. oh my god, sukuna's gonna burn the house down! no, no, no—you immediately took back the cup of mac and cheese from him using your chaos magic.

"stop! not with fire!" you furrowed your brows at sukuna.

"eh? then, how am i supposed to cook that thing?" sukuna folded his arms, getting of the fire engulfing his other hand.

you explained briefly, "it's microwavable."

"microwaveable?" sukuna quipped, which you nodded your head.

"we just pop it in the microwave to cook it, but we have to open it and put some water first though." you explained to sukuna.

grumbling, sukuna followed your instructions; he opened the cup of uncooked mac and cheese, added some water, placed it in the weird metal box thingie, and pushed some buttons with your help to get your mac and cheese cooked. the two of you waited, and eventually, sukuna grabbed a juice box from the fridge and drank some with you until the microwave ticked and you couldn't believe what sukuna did.

sukuna immediately took hold of you, shielding you from the metal box thingie where he had just put your cup of mac and cheese in. did he seriously think it was gonna blow?

"what are you doing, kuna-nii?" you asked, blinking profusely.

sukuna furrowed his brows, "why does it sound like a bomb going off? is it gonna explode?"

"it's a microwave. it does that thing when it's done heating the food. it's not gonna explode!" you giggled at sukuna rather fondly, but mostly because of the way he protected you.

"tch, today's technology is really something. why did they have to make it sound like that? back in my days, we just use fire." sukuna scoffed, placing you back on the counter to open the microwave, get the mac and cheese, and hand it you.

"doesn't yuuji-nii have a microwave at his dorm?" you inquired, opening the cup to eat your mac and cheese after sukuna handed you a fork.

"no, that brat uses a kettle." sukuna said in response which you nodded your head. "one that whistles and lets out a steam when it's ready to get poured into raw noodles."

"oh, instant ramen is pretty good, but i like mac and cheese more." you commented, shoving some food in your mouth before offering some to sukuna. "here, you should try it!"

"fine, give me some." sukuna took a bite from your fork, "huh, not bad."

"let's take a picture! i'mma send it to daddy." sukuna watched you casually pull out a phone from your pocket.

"picture?" sukuna proceeded to watch you tap the hand held device before hoisting up with its camera in a front view for a selfie.

"smile at the camera!" you told him, before posing with an adorable peace sign. sukuna, on the other hand, smiled menacingly as if he was threatening someone while protectively draping an arm around your shoulders, but you thought of it as nothing as you snapped the picture.

after taking the picture, you proceeded to show it sukuna. "look, that's me and you."

"huh, so this device captures us." sukuna concluded, peering over the your photo with him, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. "interesting."

"yeah! i can also use it to send our picture to daddy by messaging him the picture. it's really convenient!" you explained to him, showing the curse how you made use of the messages app to show gojo your picture together.

"what else can this piece of technology can do?" sukuna asked with genuine interest, ruby red eyes lighting up.

"it's called a phone. you can also use it to watch videos, play music and games, and send other messages." you skimmed through your phone, opening youtube to show him the music video of baby shark, which your all time favorite song that was accompanied by the dance you'd do.

"that's the song you always sing and dance too." sukuna pointed out the obvious.

you continued to teach and show sukuna your phone. to your surprise, you even got the curse king to play mobile games, and he was able to get the hang of it and win. sukuna was pretty boastful about it, but you paid no mind to that.

you ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out with the king of curses like that until itadori grew conscious and took control of his body again. it saddened you as you wanted to spend more time with sukuna. 

"eh? [name]? why am i holding your phone?" yuuji asked, evidently confused as had no memory of what sukuna was doing.

"um, playing games with me?" you managed a smile.

yuuji scratched the back of his head, "really? i was?"

before you could even answer yuuji, you were suddenly in the arms of the limitless sorcerer who teleported home as soon as he received and saw the pictures you sent of you hanging out with sukuna.

gojo had his blindfold off as he held you with one arm, the other reached out and ready to mix colors to protect you when he saw it was yuuji instead of the king of curses.

"daddy! you're home!" you cheered, oblivious at how gojo was protecting you right now.

"g-gojo-sensei?!" yuuji raised his hands up in the air defensively.

"itadori? ah, crap. sorry." gojo sighed in relief, lowering his outstretched arm and retrieving it back to his side.

"w-what's going on?" yuuji asked, slowly lowering his hands.

"kikufuku just sent me a picture of what she was doing with sukuna. just look." gojo pulled out his phone, showing his student his phone, particularly the message you sent where sukuna was smiling menacingly at the camera.

"shit, so that's why i don't remember anything. you're not hurt are you, [name]-chan?" itadori asked with genuine concern for you.

"no! sukuna made me mac and cheese, and then we watched and played games on my phone." you explained, smiling.

"the sukuna.. made you mac and cheese?" both gojo and yuuji uttered in disbelief and in unison.

"mhm! he took a bite of it too. he said it wasn't bad." you said in addition. "sukuna liked apple juice too."

gojo and itadori glanced at each other. at that point, they were convinced you were that powerful. you didn't even need to use your chaos magic to make the king of curses submit to you. sukuna himself had fallen for you, platonically, of course.

a smile eventually cursed on gojo's lips before he laughed. "oi, sukuna. i didn't think you'd be a softie for my kid."

the three of you watched a mouth form on yuuji's cheek. "i am not. shut it, dumb sorcerer! i'll kill you!"

"yeah, yeah. i'd like to see you try." gojo shook his head, chuckling softly.

bonus scene:

"kikufuku, that's enough screen time for today! hand me your phone."

gojo hollered, kneeling down to your height and reaching his hand out. despite the fact that you were given a phone at a very young age, gojo disciplined you on its use, particularly when it came to watching videos and playing games.

he doesn't leave you with it that much. gojo only leaves your phone with you for a longer period of time in instances when he's not around and needs to communicate with you.

"okay! here ya' go!" you chimed, running up to him and handing him your phone.

gojo ruffled your hair, smiling at you. "that's my little kikufuku."

however, the smile on his face didn't last when he unlocked your phone and saw how the wallpaper of him and you had gotten replaced by the picture you had with sukuna, the same picture where you were posing adorably and sukuna was menacingly smiling. you watched the colors drained from his face with an oblivious look.

"are you okay, daddy?" you quipped, tipping your head at the side.

"why is your wallpaper sukuna and not me? of all the pictures, kikufuku!" gojo exclaimed, showing you the wallpaper of your phone.

"but, i like his smile here!" you reasoned.

"what?"

"what?"

don't be shy //csc//

summary- a variety show sparks feelings between you and your celebrity crush.

wc- 8k

You're ecstatic. Not even in your wildest dreams did you think you'd be invited to a reality show so early on in your career- especially not one as esteemed as 'one fine day'.

Having debuted only a few months ago, you had minimal expectations to begin with, but the overwhelming response from fans and your sudden rise to fame is still something you've yet to process.

It all happened so fast. Your debut stage was over in a wink and suddenly you were trending on twitter for your otherworldly visuals. Artists and idols you looked up to took to their sns accounts to praise you and your group for your talent and dedication- it was like a dream.

You never wanted to wake up.

That's how you found yourself here- in the middle of Thailand, surrounded by a bunch of loud idiots, sipping on some diet Coke as you hide under an umbrella.

You aren't sure what you expected when you received word that you were being invited to host and take part in the popular reality show- 'one fine day', with SEVENTEEN.

From what you'd heard, they had debuted just before you, and were doing just as well as you were. They seemed nice enough.

A sharp scream rips you from your thoughts, and you look up to see Dokyeom shooting across the sand, waving a pair of shorts in his hand, as a very angry short man chases him, wrapped in nothing but a beach towel.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose and slump down against the sand.

This was going to be a long week.

"tired already?" Wonwoo asks, settling down beside you, "the members are... energetic-"

You grin, letting out a breathy laugh.

"yeah that's one way to say it"

"I'll have you know, by the end of the week you'll be a part of all this-"

"uhuh, we'll see" You shoot him a playful glare, only to have your jaw drop when you see something in the horizon.

Wonwoo follows your gaze and chuckles, shaking his head.

"I see you've spotted Sengcheollie Hyung"

"wh-what?"

"that's our leader"

The first day went by in the blink of an eye. You met all the members- except Sengcheol- and spoke to them for a while, getting to know each of them before shooting began.

You'd learnt from your conversations with each of them, that Seungcheol is as responsible, strong and warm, as he is gorgeous. Each one of the members looks up to him. From the youngest to the one's just as old as him, everyone leans on Seungcheol.

Not good.

How dare he be beautiful and dependable?

Your poor heart had already set its sights on him, and you hadn't even met the guy yet.

As you walk back to your hotel with the members and camera crew, you find yourself stealing glances at him every now and then. You tilt your eyes up once more, searching for him amidst the crowd, only to find him staring at you already.

Your eyes widen.

In an instant, you lower your gaze to the floor as you turn your head away. You've been caught.

Seungkwan chatters away next to you, talking about how exciting it is to host with you, but your mind is preoccupied.

Tentatively, you look back in Seungcheol's direction, and your eyes meet his. He shoots you a playful grin, eyes narrowing as you panic under his stare.

The air stills around you, growing heated, and you find yourself unable to look away. A deep blush bubbles up your cheeks, blood rushes to your head-

"...Noona?"

Seungkwan's voice snaps you from your trance, and you tear yourself from Seungcheol's grasp.

"yeah? what's- what's up?"

"you okay? you haven't said a word"

"I'm okay Kwannie, just a little nervous"

He blushes at the nickname, but in your distracted state, you fail to notice- just like how you didn't notice the way Wonwoo worked himself up to come talk to you, how Mingyu couldn't take his eyes off of you, how Chan stuck to your side all through lunch.

You were oblivious to the men around you.

All that mattered was Seungcheol.

Reaching the lounge, you wish everyone good night, and head off towards the elevator. The doors begin to close behind you, before a hand sticks its way through and coaxes them open, revealing none other than the man himself.

You grow still, unable to speak.

He waits as the doors close.

"I don't bite, y'know" he starts, his voice gentle as he leans against the wall opposite you, "did I scare you? I promise I'm not as scary as I look"

You lower your gaze in a futile attempt to hide your burning cheeks, and he sighs.

"I'm Seungcheol- I didn't get a chance to introduce myself, you uh- kept running away"

"y/n," you mumble, glancing up at him, "m'sorry about that"

He offers you a gentle smile, and you feel your heart twist painfully in your chest. The elevator stops on your floor, which coincidentally happens to be the same as his, and you scramble out, desperate to get some air.

In your haste, you lose your balance, and fall backwards, right into Seungcheol's strong arms. One hand supports your lower back, while the other grabs the back of your neck.

It's a simple touch, really. It's a hand Seungcheol extends out of courtesy, but god the electricity it sends rippling across your skin is undeniable. You know you shouldn't feel this way. You know- but it's so hard keeping your cool around him.

Its been a day. Just one. And you've already kissed your composure goodbye. What will a week do to you?

His lips curl up into a mischievous smile and he leans a tiny bit closer,

"think you can get to your room safely? I'd be more than happy to escort-"

"sh-shut up"

You straighten up, ignoring the raging blush on your cheeks, and stomp down the hallway to your room. He grins, trailing behind you to get to his own.

"oh we're neighbors," he muses, disappearing into his room as he calls out, "g'night".

Your heart thuds as you step into your room, back flush against the door, breathing hard.

The feeling of his hands on your body burns holes into your mind, and you find yourself replaying the scene over and over, while you unpack your suitcase, while you order room service, while you undress. You can't help but wonder how his hands would feel on your bare skin, can't control the way your mind wanders to how thick and beefy his arms are.

Thoughts of him plague you all night long, and you're certain the universe has it out for you when you hear him moving things around in his room, grunting with effort to pull heavy suitcases from one place to another.

The walls were thin.

This was going to be a difficult week for you.

The next day doesn't fare any better either, when you're told that everyone needed to assemble at the beach, dressed in swimwear.

You're devastated.

Breakfast gives you no respite when the man in question sits right opposite you, donning a pair of swimming trunks and a fitted black muscle tee.

As you try to focus on your cereal, he begins to speak.

"you slept okay?"

You peek up at him through your lashes and nod, before quickly breaking eye contact. There's a long silence, and you can feel him staring.

"y/n~" Mingyu calls, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he settles right next to you.

"hi hi," you greet, grinning up at him, "ready to hit the waves?"

"oh you bet baby,"

Seungcheol clears his throat, eyes dancing with a dangerous kind of fire, and Mingyu tenses, easing his arm off you. He mutters some lame excuse and disappears, leaving you alone.

With Seungcheol.

"how come you don't talk to me like that?"

"I- I just know the others bette-"

"bullshit," he interrupts, leaning into you, "you met us all yesterday- somehow the others have earned your affections and I haven't. have I lost to them already?"

Your eyes widen. Lost? What did he mean 'lost'?

"n-no it's just that I-"

Your hesitate, unable to formulate the right words. Saying the truth would reveal your feelings, lying would hurt his. How does one proceed in such situations?

"just what?" he urges, "tell me what I'm doing so wrong you can't even look me in the eye-"

The pained furrow of his brows makes your stomach twist. Your blatant avoidance, the way you didn't speak around him, how your eyes never met his for more than a second- he noticed it all.

You stay silent, now looking up at him helplessly. He sighs, leaning back in his chair, and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, I just- I don't know what I've done wrong"

You're about to say something, about to reassure him and tell him 'no- you're perfect, you've done nothing wrong', when Jeonghan pulls a chair up next to you.

"morning," he mumbles, a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"hey."

"morning."

"nice to see you finally getting along," he glances at the two of you before continuing, "see? I told you there was no need to be nervous about ddaddu-"

Your eyes widen.

"nervous?" Seungcheol looks at Jeonghan and then you.

"no! no, Jeonghan's just being funny- right Jeonghan?"

Both of them share a knowing glance before Jeonghan grins.

"uhuh I was just being silly, you know me ahaha"

You excuse yourself, shovelling the rest of your cereal in your mouth, before shuttling off down the hallway to the safety of your room.

What you fail to notice, however, is the half-amused-half-defeated look on Jeonghan's face. As you speed off, far far away, he turns to Seungcheol.

"there's something going on here, isn't there?"

"dunno what you're talkin' about"

"oh there's definitely something going on here"

Hours later, at the beach, you're cursing the gods. You failed to take into account how swimwear worked a little differently for men.

He was in swimming trunks. Swimming trunks and nothing else.

Heaven help you.

You tried your best to put on a brave face for the cameras, you really did, but god- it wasn't funny how tongue tied you got at the sight of him, how your face would grow so red your makeup artists needed to pat on layer after layer of foundation.

Today's episode was supposedly focused on a game of tag. There would be two chasers, while the rest would have to run and hide, successfully, for two hours.

After a long game of rock, paper, scissors, Joshua and Seungkwan are chosen.

They get into a little van, counting till a hundred, while everyone else runs across the expanse of the beach, searching for shelter.

You slip into a little nook behind a couple of thick trees, tucking your legs under you.

Your cameraman graciously offered to leave you alone, lest you get caught, and you find yourself all alone, surrounded by moss and forest.

That doesn't last long.

Heavy footsteps draw your attention, and your ears perk up. Surely they haven't finished counting so soon?

Pushing your body closer to the walls of the tree, you peer up at the body making it's way to you.

Pale skin, black swimming trunks, no shirt-

"Seungcheol?"

"oh shi- move in, they're coming"

You oblige, schooching further in as he pushes up against you.

His shoulders shield you from the side, chest flush against your upper arm as his breath tickles the shell of your ear.

"sorry," he mumbles, trying to give you as much space as the little hull would permit- which, admittedly, is not very much.

"you're good,"

Silence settles on you like a heavy blanket, heating up the skin on both your bodies.

"you've uh, got a good eye for hiding spots"

"yeah I was undefeated at tag in the second grade"

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"sorry- you're just trynna make conversation I know-" you mumble, slightly guilty.

"don't be,"

You nod, shifting slightly.

"you're so tense," he muses, eyes trailing over your scrunched shoulders, "shouldn't be so on edge all the time y'know"

Amused by your silence, he continues.

"breathe, y/n"

You suck in a shaky breath, unsure of why your body listens to his command without question.

"that's it, good, now let go for me"

His voice is soothing like the tide; it ripples through you, smoothing out your trembling nerves.

"there we go, one more time,"

Following his voice, you feel your body relax completely. For the first time all day, you've felt your body calm.

"thank you," you mutter, and turn to face him.

Bad idea.

Bad. Idea.

All the breath work he'd helped you with goes flying out the window when you see how close his face really is.

The puffs of air he let's out fan over your face, hovering over the crimson of your lips. You feel your breath catch, your heart quicken, your face heat up.

He's so close.

An inch closer and his lips would be on yours.

Before your thoughts get any further, you look away, opting to look at the width of his shoulder instead.

"uh uh, you're looking at me" he tuts as he eases your chin back in his direction. The pad of his thumb grazes your skin, and your blush burns brighter.

An amused smile twists at his lips and obviously, you're aware of how pathetic you must look.

Just as you're about to push his hand away, he leans closer, whispering-

"do I make you nervous?"

There's a pull between your bodies, a magnet drawing you closer, closer still. Seungcheol's breaths fan over your face and his eyes drop to take in the plush of your lips. You follow suit, eyes darting from his own to his lips.

It's as though time stills around you, like you've been set in glass, and he's about to kiss you, when suddenly, you hear a familiar yell.

"SHUA HYUNG- THERE'S A FOOT OVER HERE!"

You jolt upright, pulling away from Seungcheol so quickly he can barely process what's just happened.

Your eyes dart to his lower body, and you see the way one of his feet stick out beyond the width of your hiding spot.

"wh-"

In a haste, you push a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"your leg-" you whisper-shout at him, tilting your head towards the traitorous foot.

His eyes widen.

Before you can say anything more, Seungcheol grasps your hand, gently taking your finger off his lips and places it against yours. Wordlessly, he rises to his feet, shielding you with his body.

"I GOT CHEOLLIE HYUNG-" you hear Seungkwan yell.

Quizzical as ever, you glance up at the man before you, brows knitting together. He shoots you a sly wink, and whispers- "you'll win for me, won't you?", leaving you red faced and confused.

"ya got me, I'll admit," he holds his hands above his head as he steps away, in Seungkwan's direction.

The next moments pass by in a haze, like you've been submerged under water. All you could think of was the way his breath felt on your lips, the way his voice simultaneously soothed and burned your nerves, the way he protected you- giving himself up instead.

Damn Choi Seungcheol and the way he had you wrapped around his little finger.

You remain hidden for the next twenty-or-so minutes, and the game comes to an end.

You've won.

You're told that your prize is a local dinner with a person of your choosing- staff or member, and it only makes sense to pick Seungcheol. After all, you wouldn't have won without him.

Failing to notice the dejected gazes and smiles the rest of the members sent your way, you walk past them, headed straight for him.

"I choose you." you say, standing in front of him.

The way his eyes widen, lips parting in an instant, tells you that this wasn't on his bingo list. You? Choosing him of all people? Hell- he thought he fucked up big time today-

"me?"

"you."

He's dumbfounded. Honest.

At the restaurant, you sit opposite one another at a table for two. Cameras surround you like endless ocean, and your table becomes an island.

You know he's thinking about today's events when his gaze flicks down to your lips. You know you're thinking about it too.

You also know, however, that this is not the place to discuss secret almost-kisses. Not when everything you do, everything you say, will be monitored.

"I'm still so surprised you chose me," he chuckles as you finish getting your makeup done.

"I couldn't have won without you,"

There's a smallness to your voice, one he hasn't heard these past few days. It's meek and soft and shy and god it's killing him. How could you be this adorable?

"oh c'mon, that was... nothing, honestly"

You shake your head, looking into his eyes earnestly, and he goes quiet. Flicking back and forth, from eyes to lips, you find yourselves sinking into dangerous territory.

The rich brown of his pupils seemed to grow darker as they held your picture within them. Each second he spent looking at you had them blowing wider and wider with something you couldn't help but swoon over.

Perhaps your feelings were being...returned?

Clearing your throat, you remember you're on camera.

"w-what are we ordering?" you blurt out.

"d'you have any preferences or would you like me to order for us?"

Your heart twists at the way he says it- 'us'.

Us.

"you can order...fo- for us" you mutter as your head drops ever so slightly, and you look up at him through heavy lashes and burning cheeks.

The corners of his lips turn upwards, into the softest smile he can fathom, and he nods- although more to himself that to you.

"how about Khao Soi? we can do that, some raw papaya salad and a sticky rice dessert to finish?"

You nod, letting your eyes skim over the way his throat moves with every word he says. As he beckons the waiter over, you can't help but notice how long and thick his fingers are, how veins trail across his arm.

And his voice- god, his voice. The deep, rich timbre of it has you feeling weak in the knees every time you hear him speak.

"-and to drink, we'll get two coconut waters," he concludes, sending the waiter off with your orders. "I wonder what the others are doing,"

"me too, I feel a little bad y'know... we should've all come together" you pout.

"yeah I can't say they're very happy to have missed this-"

You smile- "missed the food, right?"

"sure"

You exchange knowing glances, your eyes having their own secret conversation, unbeknownst to the cameras around them.

Dinner flies by like a cool summer breeze, and you find yourself falling deeper and deeper into Seungcheol's charms. Not only did he ensure that you were served first, he also made sure to cut your chicken into bite sized pieces, and remembered little details from your earlier conversations.

A flirty remark was thrown in every now and then, some more obvious than others, and you found yourself turning red so often, you might as well have gotten a permanent sunburn.

You talk about music and the people you look up to, the stars, highschool memories- everything. Conversation just came so easily with him.

The plates and bowls before you lay empty on the table, the cameras have been turned off, and your mics have been taken away.

Seungcheol gets out of his seat, moving to your side as he offers you his hand. You take it, graciously, and rise from your chair.

"thanks," you mumble, slightly tipsy from the blood his touch sends rushing to your head.

"mhm"

You step outside, trailing behind the staff members while you walk towards your hotel.

"so," he starts, when you've kept a safe distance from prying ears and eyes, "about today..."

Before he can say anything more, you shudder, suddenly feeling nervous.

He looks at you, brows furrowing, but chooses to move on anyways.

"...I uh, did I scare you? was that too much?"

"no! no I just- it caught me off guard is all"

"I seem to be doing that a lot huh?" he muses, fighting back a sly smirk. Seungcheol steps closer, shoulders bumping into yours, and you let out a surprised squeak.

Embarrassed, you turn away as he laughs beside you. A pout takes over your full lips, causing his laughter to increase its intensity.

"tha-that wasn't-" you huff out, to which he raises an amused brow.

"wasn't what? wasn't 'cause of me- wasn't 'cause I make you nervous?"

Oh.

He had you figured out.

You might as well have been stark naked under his stare, 'cause frankly- there was nothing left to hide. Not from him.

Still, you make one last attempt at disguising your feelings towards him. Through deep red cheeks, flushed skin, you speak-

"you- I'm not nervous!"

"uhuh, sure you aren't, sweetheart"

Your heartbeat quickens at the petname. Surely, he didn't just-

"hey-" he snaps you out of your thoughts, "I can practically hear the gears turning in that head of yours,"

"let me beeee" you whine, nudging him away lightly with your fingers knocking against his bicep. Seungcheol brings a hand to his chest and pouts in faux pain, eyes scrunching shut.

"I'll leave you alone then," he begins to step away from you, and you panic. Without thinking, you pinch the fabric of his shirt sleeve between your fingers, and tug him back, preventing him from leaving.

You stay silent when he twists his gaze to you, and whatever semblance of mystery, of uncertainty, you'd built up comes crashing down. The gentle grasp of your fingers on his shirt tells Seungcheol all he needs to know.

The two of you walk in silence, and before long you find yourselves at the hotel, bidding people goodnight as you enter the elevator together.

"it's cute when you do that, y'know?" he says, suddenly, motioning to the nervous twiddling of your fingers.

"it is?"

"uhuh, even that little pout you make everytime you're flustered-" he brings his hands down to meet yours, grasping your fist gently. You fingers lace together like pieces of a puzzle, and he steps closer.

"really?"

"mhm" Another step.

"Seungcheol," you breathe. The air feels heavy, dense with desire and want. A little voice at the back of your head urges you to step back, to stop whatever this is, but you can't help yourself.

"tell me you want me to stop- tell me you don't feel this,"

There's a rawness to his voice, something akin to desperation. He begs you with his eyes to say something, anything, he's been losing his mind over you and it hurts to have you this close but still out of reach.

"I-" you start. The elevator dings, signalling your floor, and your eyes snap to the open doors. "it's late, we should-"

"do you feel this, y/n?" he pleads, loosening his grip on your wrist.

"we shouldn't-"

Seungcheol lets out an exasperated groan as you slip out of his grasp, slowly backing away down the corridor and into your room. He watches you disappear and something inside him begins to snap.

It had been two days. Two days since he met you, but it felt like his heart had been searching for you since forever. The way you'd fit perfectly into his arms, the way your shy demeanor mellowed out his intimidating one, how easy it was to talk to you- Seungcheol knew deep within, his feelings for you were more than a simple crush.

You wake up the next day, and head down for breakfast. Avoiding the pleading glances Seungcheol sends your way, you force yourself to eat. You aren't sure why you do this- it's not like you feel uncomfortable, hell you feel exactly the way he does. So, why was it so hard to look at him?

Seungkwan and Vernon strike up a conversation with you, talking about what was in store for today.

"our hair-makeup Noona told me that we're going shopping!" Seungkwan beams. Vernon nods, shoving a piece of toast in his mouth.

"shopping?"

"yep we're gonna buy clothes and food and stuff and I think there's a mini game in the evening"

You nod, finishing up your breakfast, and soon enough, you're all on your way to a large market place.

Bright stalls lit up the street, the smell of fresh food filled your senses, and the sun shone down, illuminating the world around you.

You had till the evening to do as you pleased.

Splitting off into groups, everyone begins to explore the market place, and you just so happen to be with Jeonghan, Joshua and Seungcheol.

If the past few days have taught you anything, it's that the twins cannot be trusted. The moment you see Joshua flash you a cheeky grin, you know they're up to no good.

A stall catches your eye, decorated with the most beautiful jewellery you've ever seen. Seashells and gem stones wrapped in thin gold wire made the prettiest necklaces and earrings, and you couldn't help but pick one up for yourself.

"see anything you like?"

It's Seungcheol. He plants himself behind you, chest pressed to your back, lips hovering dangerously close to the shell of your ear.

You freeze, holding the necklace in one hand. Before you can respond, an arm reaches out beside you and pries the item out of your hand.

"pretty," he mumbles, sending shivers down your spine.

You crane your neck to the side while your eyes search for his, and you see him staring directly at you.

"I uh, yeah it's um pretty"

Seungcheol places the piece back down, leaning into you as he reaches over the table- essentially trapping you between the display and his body.

Your breath hitches at how close he is. One wrong move- one right move- and his lips would be on yours. You don't dare to look away.

"aren't you gonna buy it?" the stall owner cuts in, "pretty necklace for pretty lady, eh?"

You shake your head as you step away- "I shouldn't-" you trail off, suddenly realising that Jeonghan and Joshua are nowhere to be seen.

"hey where'd those two go?" You set off, walking ahead to look for them- an excuse, obviously, to get away from Seungcheol. The blood rushing to your head was making you feel dizzy.

The day passes, you explore the market, eating all that you could. Taking in the new sights and smells, you feel so alive. Happiness really doesn't need much, does it?

Back at the hotel, you find yourself in your room with Joshua and Seungkwan as they try on all the new clothes they bought.

"kay this is the last one I think-" Seungkwan says, appearing in a blue Hawaiian shirt and some funny looking sunglasses.

You give him a thumbs up, turning to Joshua.

"you're done too?"

"mhm, I didn't buy too much"

You talk for a bit before they say their goodbyes, turning in for the night, and you're left alone in your room with nothing but your thoughts to entertain you.

'pretty'

Seungcheol's voice soothes through you and once again, you find yourself drifting off into thoughts of him. A sneaky hand slides down your body, past your sleep shorts, and you let your mind think back to him.

Day four begins uneventfully. It's a lazy morning, you order room service, read a little.

The real fun begins at night.

At 8 pm, you're ushered into the hotel bar, right by the pool. Bright neon lights hanging from the ceiling, the pool is illuminated by electric blue, and a large table- enough to seat 14- is placed in the centre.

"oh shit," Vernon comments from beside you, lowering his phone as you all take in the space around you.

A speaker comes to life from somewhere in the corner, and a distorted voice booms throughout the setting.

"night has come. prior to this evening three of you have received chits, revealing your role as the mafia."

Excited oohs and ahs leave everyone's lips as you wait for further information.

"the mafias have been allowed to meet and plan their strategy, the policeman and doctor have been chosen as well, but are not aware of each other's identity. if the mafias succeed in killing a majority of the civillians, they win. if the civillians kill all three mafia members, the civilians win. hidden in this space is a seashell. find it, and you win 500,000 won. if you don't find it- the money goes to the mafias, and they win. note- the pool is not off limits. please be seated at the table, and place your first guesses"

In a flurry of excitement and energy, you sit down. Everyone's on edge. The air is electric. A sly smile threatens to ruin your facade of innocence, but you push it down, putting on your best performance.

Earlier this morning, you, Minghao and Jeonghan had met up in your room, planning your victory.

The plan was simple. You had to tug on a couple heartstrings- use your charm to your advantage.

As long as you weren't suspected, the mafias would win.

And so, the game begins. Accusations go flying back and forth- fingers point wildly as voices raise to shocking decibels.

You watch your partners carefully.

Minghao is cool, composed, quiet- just like he usually is. Jeonghan uses his words, spreading accusations like wildfire, and the others eat it up with no hesitation.

All of a sudden, Soonyoung jerks out of his chair, rising to his feet with revelation written all over his face. His eyes widen momentarily before they narrow at the poor soul sitting opposite him.

"guys- IT'S MINGYU- TRUST ME GUYS, I'LL EXPLAIN IT ALL LATER IT'S MINGYU-"

The larger man huffs, shoulders slumping as he accepts defeat.

The game goes on, Mingyu has been killed, and the first round of searching yields no results for the civillians.

"night has fallen. mafias please select who you want to kill"

You point to Wonwoo.

The doctor fails to save him.

"morning is here- innocent civilian Wonwoo has been killed"

And again, chaos descends upon the room. Accusations settle on Woozi now, who's been suspiciously quiet according to the other members. You join in as well, agreeing with the majority, and Woozi is killed.

You, Minghao and Jeonghan share secret smiles.

The second round of searching begins and you wander off, pretending to search around.

"I can see right through you, y'know..." Seungcheol says, appearing beside you.

"wh-"

"nah I'm just kidding- who d'you think it is?"

"why would I reveal my cards? what if you're the mafia?" You narrow your eyes at him, backing away slightly in jest.

"cause I'm the police officer. and I think we should form an alliance-"

Hook, line, and sinker.

An grin takes over your features and you nod, "yeah I'd like that" You stare up at him, eyes wide, shining with innocence, and he melts instantly.

To him, you're intentions are all good. After all, how could you- an actual angel on Earth- betray him?

"night has fallen, mafias please select who you want to kill"

As Jeonghan and Minghao raise their heads, you mouth- 'Seungcheol- he's the police officer', and point to the man in question.

Jeonghan shoots you a proud smile before returning to crouch down on the table.

Once again, the doctor fails, and you succeed.

Seungcheol is dead.

"morning is here- policeman Seungcheol has been killed"

His jaw drops. Looking at you, Seungcheol is astonished at your effortless deception.

The third round begins and you sneak away into a closet, pretending to search. Seungcheol comes up behind you, and smirks.

"sly girl," he says, voice low and sultry, "got my guard down with that pretty face"

Your breathing halts.

Pretty.

Oh.

"what are y-"

"oh cut the bullshit, you knew exactly what you were doing- looking at me with those eyes,"

A bashful smile plays at your lips and you take a few steps back, coming in contact with the wall behind you. He smirks, stepping closer and closer with one hand tucked loosely in his pocket while the other reaches up to brush your hair out of your face.

The contact makes your skin flush, and he chuckles in disbelief.

"fuck you're adorable-"

He leans down, lips ghosting over yours, as his eyes grow heavy.

Time, unfortunately, isn't on your side, and the round comes to an end. You pout, mouthing a quick "sorry", and leave as his arm chases your parting figure.

"night has fallen, mafias please select who you want to kill"

The next couple of rounds pass by quickly, and finally all the members are killed, save for Soonyoung and Jun.

Your victory is announced, and you head back to you rooms after a hearty dinner.

Seungcheol and you make your way to the elevator, after saying your good-byes, and for the first time, you see him scowl.

"what's wrong?" you giggle, leaning against the elevator wall.

"oh nothing nothing," he mutters, stepping closer with each word, "I've been trynna kiss this girl for a while now, but I think God hates me"

You laugh, tipping your head back against the cool metal wall, and Seungcheol stands stunned. You were just so beautiful.

After a moment of silence, you straighten up, facing him once more, only to find his gaze already fixed on you. There's sure shot desire and awe burning behind his eyes. It's clear as day.

You stare up at him, and it's as though the world stops. The same pull you felt all these days, draws your bodies closer. Like a moth to flame, Seungcheol finds himself drawn to you. He's helpless.

He stands in front of you, your faces dangerously close, and you feel your breathing quicken. One hand cradles the nape of your neck while the other finds your waist.

"Seungcheol-"

"hm?"

"please-"

And his lips are on yours.

Colours blur together behind your closed eyes, fireworks go off in your head, your skin hums under his touch- it's nothing short of perfect; like a kiss straight out of the movies.

Your lips push against each other with a desperation you've never felt before, and his hands pull you closer. Seungcheol moves with such expertise, you can't help but feel your knees weaken with every motion of his body.

The ding of the elevator pries you away from each other, and you pull away panting. Your chest heaves like never before, and he shoots you a knowing glance. With his eyes he asks you- 'shall we continue?'

You rush out of the elevator, heading straight for his room. Shaky hands slide his keycard into the door and you're in.

Stepping inside, reality hits you like a truck and you pause.

"what's wrong-"

"what if someone finds ou-"

"shut up"

"what?"

"shut up" he breathes, pushing his lips against yours once again, effectively silencing you. All your doubts melt away, it's like the world's forgotten.

A hand sneaks down to your lower back, pulling you closer, and you gasp. Seungcheol smirks, taking advantage of your parted lips as he slides his tongue into your mouth. You whimper at the motion and his lips quirk up.

He loved it when you got all flustered for him, but this tops it all. Once he heard the little sound you made, there was no containing himself. The little control he'd managed to retain, finally snapped, and he let himself go.

The kiss turns hotter, wetter, and you both know where this is going.

Your chest burns, you heart races, and you pull away, panting. His eyes narrow in on the unsteady rise and fall of your chest, the swollen pout of your lips, the unmarked, tender flesh of your neck.

Backing up, Seungcheol settles down, sitting at the foot of the bed with his legs spread slightly as he adjusts his trousers. He looks up at you.

"c'mere baby" his voice is sinfully sultry, fingers beckoning you over to sit on his lap.

Your feet follow before your brain does, and you straddle his thigh, whimpering when your sex comes in contact with the firm muscle of his leg.

"oh?" he teases, hands smoothing over your hips, grabbing at the tender flesh as he forces your body to work against his thigh. "wanna ride my thigh, sweetheart?"

Your head dips into the crook of his neck and you nod, feeling small under the weight of his stare.

"c'mon, you gotta look at me-"

You whine into his neck, and he shudders, grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you into place.

"uh uh, this isn't up for debate baby," he tuts, "wanna see that pretty face"

You bite your lip, stifling a moan, when he rocks your hips into his thigh. The friction of your panties and the texture of his trousers sends you spiralling into a world of pleasure. Your skirt pools around your hips as he holds you steady, now bouncing his legs ever so slightly.

He pulls and pushes you as he pleases, manhandling your body like you were a toy- but god that made you feel some type of way. How he could move you and touch you and command you with such ease, had your panties soaked through.

You needed to feel him in you. Needed him to fill you up and fuck you so good you only remember his name.

"that's it, shit" he groans, pulling you harder until your clit snags ever so slightly on the fabric of his pants. You moan, legs twitching at the stimulation, and he smirks.

"you like that, huh?"

You nod, helplessly.

So he does it again. And again. And again, until your legs spasm around this thigh, until you moan and whimper, until you come undone.

All for him.

"aw sweetheart, you made a mess," he coos, as his hands run along the curve of your ass.

"don't- fuck don't say that"

You face is beet red- if he didn't know any better he would've been concerned right about now.

"d'you wanna keep going baby?"

You nod, eyes shining.

"so eager," he grins, "here, lie down for me-" Seungcheol pushes you gently so that your body rests comfortably on his mattress, and crawls atop you, legs settling at either side of your hips.

As much as you've thought about this very scenario, as much as you've imagined how he'd be on top of you, nothing could've prepared you for how breathtaking Seungcheol looks like this.

His hair's messy, his cheeks are flushed, and the look in his eyes has you burning with anticipation. How someone could be so gorgeous is beyond you.

"m'gonna make you feel good, hm?" he murmurs, dipping his head into the crook of your neck, sucking little love bites into the tender flesh. You groan, tilting your head involuntarily, and nod.

He grins against you, lips streching in a knowing smirk. Trailing his kisses lower to your collarbones, to the swell of your breasts, Seungcheol glances up at you-

"may I?" he asks, fingers sliding under the hem of your top, splaying against your tummy.

"mhm, please"

Pleased, he lifts your top off, tossing is aside before working your bra. Deft fingers slide under your back, clicking your clasps open with ease, and suddenly, you're bare under him.

Your nerves catch up to you, and you realise that he's staring. He's staring hard. Like you're the eighth wonder of the world and he's just discovered you. Like you're the long lost city of gold and he's been searching for you all his life. Like-

"you're so beautiful," he breathes. "fuck- let me look at you"

You turn away, a bashful smile lighting up your face- "stopp"

"I'm serious, you're honestly so-" he huffs out, unable to find a word big enough to fit how he feels about you.

A giggle bubbles out of your throat and he smiles. His eyes crinkle, forming tiny crescents, as he looks down at you so fondly you think you're heart's going to burst.

He presses his face into your chest, inhaling the scent of your skin while his lips press tender kisses to your breasts. The wet smacks he leaves across your skin burn cool under the gentle breeze swaying through the room. It tickles your skin.

Feeling his lips move along your skin, your desperation only builds.

"Seungcheol," you whine, drawling out the last syllable, "hurry please"

He tuts and sinks his teeth into the flesh of your breast, your body jolts in response.

"patience," he mumbles into your skin, "patience, baby", leaving goosebumps as he speaks. A shiver wracks its way through you, uncontrollable and intense.

"oh sweetheart-"

Choosing to be merciful, Seungcheol kisses a trail down your naked torso, stopping above the waistband of your skirt.

"this okay?"

"more than okay- just god, please don't stop" you whimper, hips jerking involuntarily into his hand.

Slowly, meticulously, he dips two fingers under the edge of your skirt and drags it down, letting his nails rake over the expanse of your thighs.

You shudder under his touch, completely at his mercy.

Once your skirt is off completely, he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your ankle, and crawls up to face your cunt.

"god you've made such a mess of these," he rasps, running a finger along your slit through your soaked panties. Automatically, your hips roll up, seeking something more, but he forces them down firmly.

One hand holds you down while the other prods at your clothed entrance. He shoots you an evil smirk, and your breathing grows shallow.

"I hope you don't like these too much,"

All you hear is fabric ripping at the seams, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers.

"wha- oh my god" you cut yourself off with a loud moan as Seungcheol licks a thick stripe up your slit.

He winks up at you, eyes flashing with pride, and begins his work.

It's true what they say about rappers- their tongues really are built different.

Seungcheol devours you like he's been starved for years, like he begins and ends with you, like the taste of you is intoxicating. His tongue dips down into you, collecting your arousal before spreading it over your clit it firm waves.

The way he works that muscle against you isn't funny. It has you yelping, whimpering so pathetically you're both embarrassed and turned on at the same time

He laves at your clit, lapping up your juices greedily as if it gave him more pleasure than it did you.

"you taste divine," he mutters, half to himself, before plunging two fingers into your aching sex without warning. You moan, back arching off the bed, hips rolling up to meet his lips.

Seungcheol flicks his tongue rapidly against your hardened bud while his fingers piston in and out of you, curling up into you- oh, right there.

Your limbs tremble under his hold and your stomach tightens deliciously, waiting eagerly for your release; with the way he works your body, it isn't far away.

"Cheollie m'close-" you gasp, hands flying down to hold him in place, lest he decide to deny you of your orgasm. He groans when you tug at his hair, sending sound waves vibrating through your nerves.

A thin film of sweat settles over your skin, coating you like gloss. Your body writhes under his touch, and within moments, you feel yourself slip into blinding pleasure. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you limbs twitch helplessly.

Seungcheol eases you through your orgasm, slurping at your folds to taste your arousal. He pulls away with a smacking sound, his chin coated in your slick, and smirks at the fucked out look on your face.

"that good, huh?"

Cocky bastard. You want to smack that stupid smirk off his face, you want to throttle him and yell and hide all at the same time- but you know he's right. It really was that good.

So, you nod, looking away bashfully, red smeared across your pretty cheeks.

"wanna see you," you whimper, when he finally rises to his feet, towering over you.

He cocks a brow at you, a challenge dancing in his eyes, and you pout.

"please"

His expression stays the same and you can't help the exasperated huff you let out.

"please Cheollie I wanna see you,"

Finally, he smiles, obliging- "there we go, that's my good girl"

You aren't sure what you expected from him, but the moment he lifts his shirt off, time begins to slow. The lean, hard muscle of his chest, the defined ridges of his abs, the sinful swell of his biceps- you were drooling.

"can I-"

You trail off, sitting up so that you're seated at the edge of the bed, your face right in his abs.

"you can do whatever you want, sweetheart, m'all yours"

You giggle, "c'mon we've known each other for all of three days,".

"a lot can happen in three days,"

"mhm, but still-"

"hey," he turns serious for a second, "if this is going too fast for you, we can take things slower, okay?"

And suddenly, your desperation skyrockets. You've needed him from the moment you first saw him, and now that the time has come, it'll take an earthquake to stop this from happening.

Eager hands rake down his torso, tucking under the waistband of his pants. He hisses at the contact, eyes fluttering closed as you undress him.

"I want this," you affirm, voice soft and sultry, "I want you."

Leaving him in his boxers, you press a kiss to his abs, letting your hands roam over his defined torso, and then a little lower. Hard earned muscle greets your touch, and you can't help the way your cunt begins to clench up.

Seungcheol has the body of a god.

"baby-" he rasps as he threads his fingers through your hair, "fuck, you're gonna make me cum just like this-"

You giggle, letting him push you gently back onto the bed. He stares you down, eyes locking onto yours, and slides his last garment off so slowly you could cry.

"hurry" you whine, spreading your legs desperately.

Seungcheol has to compose himself. He really does. The sight of you, all spread out for him, so eager for him, has his head spinning. He curses under his breath, kicking his boxers off, and crawls above you, rubbing his cock along your wet folds.

A broken whimper claws up your throat at the contact, and you actually sob when he begins to push himself into you. Two fingers couldn't hold a candle to the girth of his cock.

"y-you're so big" you gasp, tears pricking at your eyes, and for once, you aren't lying just to feed a male ego. He was huge.

Your walls stretch deliciously around his girth, and you let out a shrill cry when he pushes further. You've taken big cocks before, but this? This put your toys to shame.

"just let go, doll, that's it baby, that's it-" he soothes, sucking in shaky breaths, trying desperately to control himself.

After what feels like an eternity, Seungcheol finally bottoms out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix with ease.

"oh," is all you can manage, feeling your insides make room for him. The shape of his cock presses into your walls, and your certain you won't be able to walk tomorrow. He's thick and long and heavy, and god you feel like some cock-hungry slut, with how desperate you seem to have gotten for him.

"fuck- you're so tight-"

"pl-please move," you whimper, jaw falling open when he draws his hips back before slamming into you.

Tears spill over the dams of your eyes, staining your flushed cheeks. Your eyes glisten with desire as you stare up at him, watching how his face contorts in pleasure.

"that's it, sweetheart," he seethes, supporting his weight on his forearms, caging you with his body, "takin' me so fucking good".

The drag of his cock, in and out of your sloppy cunt is nothing short of addictive. With every snap of his hips, you find yourself craving more and more, wanting him to burn, break, bend you.

"Cheollie please," your nails rake down his back, leaving marks you're sure you'll get in trouble for tomorrow, but you don't care and neither does he. All that matters is you, him and the pleasure you feel in this moment.

As Seungcheol pounds into you, his eyes remain trained in on your face, never losing focus of what matters most- you. There's a tender adoration in his gaze, how he looks at you so fondly, like you're the prettiest damn thing in the world.

"good fuckin' girl," he groans, "keep those eyes on me."

The room fills with the smell of sweat and the sound of sex- skin on skin, moaning, panting. You'd have been embarrassed of the lewd noises slipping past your lips if you'd have had your wits about you. The walls are thin. You know this. You know this, but still- feeling as good as you do, you can't bring yourself to care. Dealing with angry neighbours is tomorrow's problem.

A hand slips in between your legs, thumbing your clit, rubbing tight circles into the sensitive nub, and your eyes screw shut.

That all too familiar knot in your tummy begins to form, and Seungcheol forces his cock into you harder. The combined stimulation of his dick inside you and his hands on you is intoxicating, and you sink into the mattress, feeling a wave of release wash all over you.

But he's far from done.

"fuck-" he moans, feeling your walls spasm and squeeze around him as you cum all over his cock, "take it for me, yeah? you can take a little more, can't you?"

You whimper, legs quivering from overstimulation, and your body jerks under him as he continues to thrust into you, using your body as he pleases.

"shh, I know baby, I know," he soothes, dipping his head into your neck, sucking deep red bruises into the skin there.

Tears pool in your eyes, you nerves scream for respite, but you can't bring yourself to stop.

You can't help it.

He grabs your thigh, hooking it over his back, and pushes into you, reaching further than before. The new position sends you reeling from pleasure, and you swear no man has ever made you feel like this.

Despite having just cum, you feel another orgasm build in your belly- this one approaching much faster than the last.

"m'gonna- Cheollie please please, gonna cum" you sob, clawing at his back as his thrusts grow sloppy and harsh.

"cum for me."

And you do, clenching down hard around his length, leading him to his own release. He fills you up, emptying white hot fluid into your greedy hole, and finally, you're satiated.

Your limbs tremble and spasm, your skin feels sticky and hot, and your lips are swollen- but you wouldn't have it any other way.

Seungcheol collapses onto you, putting pressure of your stomach, causing your combined arousals to seep out of you, trickling onto the duvet.

"let's get a bath going for you," he chuckles, lifting his body back up and walking to the bathroom.

He fiddles around with the taps for a minute before coming back out, plucking a little box out of his bag as he settles down next to you.

"for you," he smiles, pressing the item into your hand.

You pry it open, and your jaw drops.

It was the necklace you wanted. The pretty one with the seashells and gems. You turn to him, eyes glistening and pull him into a sweet kiss.

It's different from your earlier ones. The way his lips move against yours aren't as agressive, and desperate as before. This time, he seems to be showing you how he feels, showing you his sincerity- it's almost as if he's trying to ask: "will you be mine?"

You pull away, breathless. His eyes sparkle as he looks fondly at you.

"pretty necklace for pretty lady," he grins, "right?"

Milk, milk, milk!

ᜊ. gojō satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, ryōmen sukuna, getō suguru! — only your favorite jjk men wanting to suck a little of your milk!

𖦹 minors don’t interact.

𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, lactation kink, slight manhandle, fingering, mention of dry humping & creampie, handjob, nicknames.

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— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

over 50 links featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, enjoy

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo making you ride him

Gojo inviting you, the shy girl, to his dorm

Gojo breeding you

Gojo fucking you from the back

Gojo taking you for a ride in his car

Your step bro Gojo got distracted while teaching you to play the piano

Gojo fucking you in an elevator

How Gojo fucks you when he’s mad

The reason Gojo invested in a self driving car

Gojo can’t stop messily breeding you full

Gojo eating you out a new position

Fucking your son’s best friend

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Geto spanking you on camera

Geto loves your ass

Geto giving you backshots

Geto fucking you in his car before he brings you home to your parents

Your fuck buddy Geto is careful to not cum in you

Older bf Geto fingering you

Geto taking his anger out on you

Geto making you suck him off

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Dilf! Nanami’s cock is too big to fit, so you improvise

Nanami fucking you

Riding Nanami’s face

Fucking professor Nanami

Nanami eating you out

Nanami playing with his baby girl’s pussy

Nanami breeding your cunny full

Nanami making you squirt through your panties

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji fingering you in the store

Toji making you get a back tattoo for when he fucks you from behind

Toji’s way of stopping you from squirming

Fucking your best friend’s dad Toji

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice

Your dad’s best friend touching you

Car sex with older bf Toji

A compilation of all the videos Toji’s recorded fucking you

Toji overstimulating you with a vibrator

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna putting a leash round your neck

Sukuna fucking you, his little brother’s best friend

A walk with your boyfriend Sukuna turns into him cumming on your face

Sukuna making you watch porn and telling you to recreate it

Riding Sukuna

Sukuna fucking you slow

Riding dad’s best friend Sukuna

Sukuna fucking and breeding you hard

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Giving Choso a handjob

Choso licking your clit after cumming in you

Choso eating you out

Choso asking his step sis to pull down her panties for him

Giving Choso a thigh job

Choso cumming from rubbing his clothed dick on your clothed ass

Giving Choso a foot job

Choso asks to try something new

thinking of milf!reader and baby!sitter eren,

thinking of how he’s so sweet with kids and how much your kids absolutely love him. you think about how your baby daughter is always messing with; pushing him around to help her do makeup and your son makes him play smash bros. eren totally fucking sucks at smash bros and get’s beat by your five year old son.

but him being great with kids is a bonus.

what you really think about is how a man so young knows how to fuck you so right. you think about how he he grips both his hands along your head board and fucks into you. abdomen flexing against the fat of your ass each time you clap back on him. the smug look on his face when you cream on his cock — when your pawing at him to not go so deep. the pure look of satisfaction when you go limp and your legs shake from how harsh his thrust is; from how good he makes you feel with that thing. that monstrous thing. the thing that rest against his leg and bulges from his pants. the thing he taps against your ass before he’s slipped himself all the way in to the hilt.

it’s when you’re sniffling and your toes curl that he’s shushing you, “be a good little momma for me and take this dick.”

only for tonight | toji

✧ pairings ; toji fushiguro x sorcerer!fem!reader

✧ summary ; your mission was supposed to eliminate the sorcerer killer not to fuck him

✧ includes ; enemies to lovers (?) + dubcon + size kink + heavy breeding kink + exhibitionism + forced breeding (?) + gun play (?) + oral (m. recieving) + toji’s breeding balls + belly bulge + cuminflation + dacryphilia + degradation + dumbification + creampie + praise + use of the word k*ll, 

✧ wc ; 2.9k

— ahh this is my entry for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab, this is an honor i luv her. special thanks to @anime-nymph​ ,  @mahitochan​ and @semisgroupie for beta reading this ILYSM <3

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“Haven’t I seen you before, sweetheart?” 

Toji Fushiguro says under a raspy tone as a dangerous smile curls on his lips. He plays with the drink in his hands, observing from the corner of his eyes how you shift awkwardly on your seat.

 Ignoring his question, you call the bartender, eliciting a humorless chuckle from the bulky man next to you. 

And you wonder, why the fuck did you think this was a good idea.

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! ETERNAL DEVOTION

synopsis: zhongli finds you worshipping him and offers you a contract

cw; sub fem! reader, god / mortal dynamic, fingering, vaginal penetration, size difference, age gap, mentions of mind control, also slight monster fucking

controlling a mortal was as simple as a snap of his fingers, you'd be under his spell doing everything his way — but one look at you tells him he doesn't need to do that because you'd succumb to him the moment he appeared in front of you, just like you were born to be his, body and mind

zhongli's eyes follow you as you place the last piece of offering beneath his statue; the young rex lapis would have asked for more, for you to kneel and pray, but he's aged, he's no longer at his peak and he’s tired of all the arrogance he once had

however, you, this young and innocent girl with such a strong devotion to your god, has that part of him vacillating once more, a part of him determined to make you his, to feel greater again

he is selfish when he reveals his identity to you one night, handing you a contract on what he wants out of this ‘relationship’ — and you were so quick to oblige, so obedient, so good for him, just like how he predicted the moment he laid eyes on you

zhongli feels like he’s ascending to celestia when he pulls you onto his lap, ass soft and plush on his aching dick, giving it just the right amount of pleasure like you knew what it needed

his clawed hands finally appears after years of hiding in the facade of ‘the human zhongli’, and he sighs in pleasure at the feeling, leaving light scratches on your already naked body — he thinks the way your moans and whimpers spill from your mouth is downright sinful, but he can't deny that it makes him want more

when you nod meekly and bring his hand to your dripping core, he tells you that it'll be okay, that he'll make you feel good if you give him the chance — and he's grown bigger without his knowledge, so big that he thinks if he pushes himself in, he'll split you apart

his fingers work magic on your pussy as he frees himself from the restraints of his pants, letting the leaking tip press against the crevice of your ass, golden cum smearing on your untouched body, burning into your skin; a sign that your god is marking you as his

he deems you ready when you cum around his fingers for the second time, body spasming in his embrace — his eyes roll involuntarily the minute he presses his dick into you, so wet, so tight, so warm and perfect, squeezing him so deliciously that he may cum on the spot

no mortal or celestial being had ever made him feel this way; it made him realize what 'making love' really meant, rather than just ‘sex’ which he had been doing for the past 6000 years of his life

zhongli effortlessly flips you around, forcing you to face him as you struggle to adjust to his sheer size, the stretch painful yet addictive — you're clinging on for dear life as he bounces you on his cock, hands holding you in place to prevent you from fleeing, not when you're both on cloud nine — so you allow yourself to sink deeper into the feeling, relaxing and surrendering your body to morax, allowing him to show you his promise from the start

“gonna cum—”

warnings sputter from you as you bury your face into his chest, and he groans at the view; the size difference along with the way your gummy walls spasm around him pushes him closer to the edge as well

his fingers wrap around your neck to force eye contact with him before kissing you roughly, his longer dragon tongue dipping into the warm cavern, tangling with your own

“cum. cum for me, mortal.”

white surrounds you the moment you hear the command, body freezing up at the orgasm that knocked the wind out of you — zhongli’s own high has him seeing stars, something he’s never experienced before

it took him sometime to regain consciousness, his gaze immediately trailing to where the two of you are connected as he watches golden streaks of cum drip out in amazement

for a while, he let himself become vulnerable, allowing the two of you to stay like that as you fall asleep on him, bathing in the silence of the night and the warmth of another, something he hadn't had in a long, long time

don’t pull out.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ fem!reader, babytrapping, ovulation sex, creampie, riding, aggression, manhandling, drabble, clothed sex kinda, black coded.

just imagining when the worlds finally at peace, and the titans no longer exist, how happy everyone would be, how safe families and children would feel. of course it took a toll out of eren, and he’s still a bit paranoid about the whole ordeal, becoming commander and patrolling paradis day and night, forgetting he has an ovulating wife at home who waits for him with a good meal and open legs. it’s your favorite noise when you hear him open the front door to your brick home, staying inside your bedroom as you lay in bed flipping through an old diary. when his tall figure appears at the doorway, hair messy in its signature bun and the new all black and gray scouts attire tight on his skin—your mind falls elsewhere, or really back to where it’s been all day.

you tell him how much you miss him, standing on your tiptoes with your arms limp over his brooding shoulders, kissing his soft cupid’s bow lips before moving down to his neck. the gear he wore made him look ten times sexier than he inhumanely was. you’re glad he doesn’t have to take it fully off just for you to pull his cock out. eren misses you just as much, relaxing his shoulders once he saw you in bed with nothing on under your white robe. jumping up into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, eren shoves his hot tongue into your mouth, carrying you towards your shared bed and laying you down, groaning against your sweet lips as you stroke his cock, pulsating and hard for you now.

“eren?” you whimper as his large hands run up your sides until he’s groping your tits in his palms, thumbs flicking over your brown areoles, emerald eyes darkening.

“yeah?”

“i want a baby,” you pout your plump lips, eren laughing at you as if you were joking.

“shut up,” he shakes his head, clutching your throat before kissing you again, his dick squished between your thighs he closes before he’s thrusting slow, swallowing down his moan.

“i’m serious. i want a baby.”

he gives you a stern lock, locking his jaw before he’s silent once more. it’s not that he’s not taking you serious, he’s just not in the right mind to think about lifelong situations. he’s horny as fuck. stressed as fuck. and just needs to get it out his system. you could talk about that another time. his toned six-pack peaks from under his rising shirt, turning you on your side and keeping your right thigh flat to the bed. your cunts soaked, eren knitting his brows in focus as he taps at your clit with the head of his heavy cock, a guttural moan coming on his end as he slips his dick in, your pussy gripping him tight.

you’re upset that he isn’t listening to you, half pretending you’re mute as he angles his hips and clap against your ass, rough hand holding you down as you jolt beneath him, gasping and squealing adorably. a hand stretches out to push at his stomach, rolling your eyes back along with your head, tossing and turning.

“stay still,” eren grits his teeth, swatting your ass hard and fucking your faster, your whines making him mock you in a way as he copied you, licking his lips and drawing out a soft ‘mmm-mhm’ to coax you. “you missed daddy, baby? he’s away too long, right? gotta make more time for his sweet girl.”

“I always miss you,” you whimper, not wanting to cry. “want you around more. b-baby—”

a shrill cry falters past your lips when he stops his movements, eren sitting back on the balls of his feet and watching you writhe on the bed, hands over your face as you tried as hard as you could to keep yourself together. heart thudding amongst your chest so quick it felt like you were falling off a cliff. 

   "sit on me. I want you to cum with me. I'm so fuckin’ close,” eren grits his teeth, hands rubbing your thighs as he parts them once again with a drooling mouth, eyes practically begging to lick you clean and waiting for permission to stay down there for hours. agitation leaching onto him from missing the way you’d roughly pull at his hair, skin prickling with fire given his senses were still heightened. 

“give me a baby,” you’re so persistent, eren scoffing at you, growing irritated.

   "sit on my fuckin’ dick, i’m not saying it again,” he retaliates, wrapping his hand around his pulsating cock and lightly tapping the tip on your clit for stimulation, trying to keep you awake and focused. telling you it wasn't the time to be playing games, not with how badly he was on the verge of an orgasm. 

   you’re in no position to argue with him, not at all. you mewl as you glare at him with annoyance, picking yourself up and straddling his waist the moment he situated himself up against the headboard. his hands clap at your ass making you jump and shudder as he greedily shook your flesh in his wide palms. as much as you hate to admit, you cannot stay mad at him when he handles you this way. reaching under yourself to take hold of his warm cock, humming sensually at how it thrummed in your palm. eren lifts your ass and let’s you sink onto his lap, his jaw dropping and eyes lulling as he gasps from how sensitive he was and how tight and moist your cunt felt. you wince from the stretch, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your foreheads together, inhaling each other's air, growing intoxicated by the intimate collision your bodies created. 

   nails scratching at his back, you feel the burning ache in your lower abdomen as your hips gyrate above him with anticipation, closing your eyes and whimpering on his neck with tiny pants, shifting faster, and it’s enough to have eren cuss out his pouty pink lips. 

   "yeah, fuck me jus’ like that, baby,” eren rasped, hands roaming over your body lasciviously. you sinfully nip at his neck, that strong scent of cologne still prominent on his scorching skin. his wails of desperation and perilous words giving you the high you needed, soaking and dripping on his thighs, so captivated you lost your fucking mind with what he had said next.

   "want a baby, huh?” he grunts, whispering as if there were other people around. you sob out, his raspy voice like poison to the brain. “want me to breed this little pussy? give you my babies?”

   "yes! please, ‘ren,” your head knocks backed as you move your hair aside so he could have admittance to the flesh of your neck, eren biting and licking at your skin as you cried out. your pain tolerance pretty much at zero since being bitten was a kink you always had. he had never questioned it, witnessing the way you made little noises of despair when you didn't get what you wanted. even worse when it came to the topic of pregnancy. he’s not deaf, or blind. he’s aware of how much you’ve been wanting a baby. pointing to families who had children, telling him you’re ovulating, rarely using condoms. he knows. and he wants one, too. he just wanted to wait for the right time. but you’re so goddamn impatient it wears him out.

   eren’s attentive to the gushing sounds your pussy creates the harder you fucked him. you weep, opening your eyes only to have them relocate to the back of your head, dizzy and vision blurry as eren sucked, fingertips digging into your hips. keeping you close to his chest and snapping his pelvis up to hear you scream louder. a tear rolls down your cheek, highly enraptured by him grunting the way he did against your skin and the harsh pounding of his cock drilling psychotically into you.

   "don’t pull out. cum inside me, please—please ‘ren!” now you’re grasping the hair on the nape of his neck to pull him away before he got carried away, too out of your head to notice the dark fervid gaze he had towards you, licking his lips and fastening his pace when realizing you had reached your peak and came tediously around him, prolonged and broken cries coursing through the air laced with sex. 

   eren’s stomach twists and coils with heat as he hastily shoves you flat on the bed and came inside you, cum streaking your walls and filling your womb to your jubilance, buried so deeply your pelvic bones interacted. eren shrouded your throat with his sweltering hand, choking you as he fucked out his high, grunting out, "pussy good as fuck, baby. fuck me. I love it. I love you."

  to make it last, make it infinite, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him inside, make sure the cum doesn’t escape. lashes kisses his cheekbones, eren never opening his eyes to lower his head to press his lips to yours, groaning in your mouth, keeping his hand around your throat which you had no complaints about and shared a passionate kiss with him. it was unbelievably beautiful how slow it was, your body laying powerlessly beneath him, not having the strength to touch him anymore, the two of you moaning softly, eyes closed as tongues slither across one another's. lips wetly smacking and neither of you could get out a single fucking word, duly satisfied. words weren't even a priority when actions spoke louder.

“you’d make the prettiest mother.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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