𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.

imagine levi coming home from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just spend time with his lovely housewife and daughter but its already late at night so he goes to take a shower and when he reaches the bed, his wife pulls him close and hugs his head close to her chest just... reader babying levi and letting him suck on her breasts, even when he falls asleep hes still going at it until the next morning where levi wakes up w a raging hard-on and fucks reader so hard they almost made a brother for their daughter... hehe good luck on your midterms, marie! i just finished mine so im glad thats over, you can do this!!

Thank you so much anon ! Just finished mine and I am honestly so glad this is now out of the way. Can now get proper nights of sleep. 

genre : nsfw, mdni

warnings : nipple play, marking, dacryphilia, creampie, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

Levi’s days away from you are long and tiring, filled with paperwork and social interactions he’d rather do without. He can’t wait to go home and bathe in your warmth, your daughter’s giggles and light snores as you put her to sleep. 

Only then can he relax. Once he’s shrugged out of his jacket, taken a hot shower and joined you in bed. 

He sighs out the exhaustion of the day as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. His head buried in your chest as your fingers card through his hair, beads of water still clinging to the strands. 

“Shhh, relax, love.” You whisper gently, “You’ve worked so hard today.”

He moans, voice muffled by your breasts. Lips drawn to your skin, intoxicated by your scent. A soft blend of milk and fresh laundry. You encourage him, tugging the strap of your nightgown down and exposing your chest to his wandering mouth. 

He suckles on your breast, arms wrapped around your waist as he trails down to capture your pebbled nipple in his mouth, desperately sucking on the soft bud with quiet whines. 

And as his eyes flutter close, mind slipping under and conscience fading away, his lips remain attached to your skin, tongue still lapping at your breasts, whining ever so softly in his sleep. 

But it’s a completely different Levi you wake up to when morning comes, any trace of exhaustion gone from his features as he trails burning hot kisses up your neck and jaw, hands wandering up and down your sides, hiking up your nightgown and pulling your hips down. 

He nibbles on your ear, feeding off your high pitched moans and whines as his fingers glide down your navel and delve between your thighs, pressing against your already wet panties. 

“Fais pas trop de bruit. Tu voudrais pas réveiller notre fille, mmh ?” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your skin and sending delightful shivers up your spine. 

Levi’s no fool though, knows you by heart.

He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet when he fucks you close to tears. Pitifully biting down on your lower lip to stifle your cries of his name when he’s giving it to you so good you forget how to breathe.   

He starts slow and gentle, kissing your lips as he slowly pushes his length inside of you, controlled thrusts and languorous drags of his cock over your walls. He tries to make it easy for you, only for his efforts to go down the drain when your hands run through his hair and tug on the locks. 

“Pu-Putain...” He breathes out, a low moan rumbling in his chest, “Tu me rends.... fou...”

He clamps a hand on your mouth, muffling your voice as he picks up the pace. Your legs helplessly dangling over his shoulders as his hips snap against yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, every powerful thrusts sending you jolting on the sheets. 

He groans in your ear as you clench around him, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer and closer to you as your sanity slowly crumbles under the weight of your impending release. 

He goes ravenous, harsh thrusts emptying his load deep inside of you, your walls pulsing around his length.

“Keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake our daughter, mmh ?” 

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

walk in the room like a Boss

Ehehe here we go~! ⚜️

Imagine this; you’re a member of the Eternal Paradise cult, kneeling before your god in hopes that he’ll grant your wish. You’ve been trying to have a baby for nearly a year now to no avail. Your periods come regularly, you’ve never had any debilitating sicknesses, and there’s never been a history of infertility in your family, so by all means you should be able to have a child, but still you remain unblessed!

Douma smiles down at you with a hum. “Let’s see what I can do about that”

& — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 !

— # a/n : omg !! fleur !! this was so yummy and delicious !! i hope you like this as much as i do !! i added a bit of more details to the plot, hopefully you don't mind !

— # cw : nsfw !! breeding, mentions of pregnancy, LOTS of cum, cumflation ( kinda ), cheating on your spouse, douma highkey manipulating you into letting him fuck you, very minor character death, unbalanced power dynamics, calling douma your lord, etc .

"really?!"

you asked hopefully, staring up at douma who was seated in his throne of cushions, he was staring down at you - his gorgeous rainbow eyes practically glowing. he nodded his head, a grin on his lips. "of course, i'd be happy to help such a sweet woman." he replied, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumb stroked your cheek, comforting your anxiety.

you nuzzled into his cold hands, you were on your knees before him, your shoulders moved forward to lean more into his touch. "lord founder douma, how will you help?" you asked with a hopeful glint in your voice.

you had your own husband, the two of you had been trying to convive for months now, but it's just not working! a feeling of pain always crosses your chest when you see your period arrive - you've tried everything in your power, pray, different positions, eating healthier, and nothing! coming to your lord was your last resort.

douma hummed gleefully, he tore his gaze away from you before looking around the room, no one else was present, just you and him, the shoji doors were shut too - perfect timing, douma looked back at you before moving his hands away from your pretty face, he gently caressed your hair.

"undress for me," he said, almost as if he had no care in the world, your eyes widened in surprise at such a command, no way he just requested such a deed. but his gaze was focused on you directly, he was waiting for you to start. gently shaking your head, your hands landed on your lap. your fingers instinctively toying with your wedding band on your finger. "lord founder douma, i mustn't. i-i'm married." you protested, but your words were soft and shaky, sounding unsure.

"really now?" douma replied, he still smiled, not really caring for your spouse. you nodded, "well, you say you have no illnesses that cause infertility and have a normal cycle, maybe it your husband that can't give you the child you crave." douma said raising his pointer finger matter-of-factly, you were left baffled. your husband not being able to give you a child? no! that couldn't be right!

"b-but! i-!" you stammered, your head not being able to wrap around what douma was saying, but he only laughed. "my dear, there is only one way to find out, now, do you want my help or no?" he said, leaning his weight into his palm, you let out a shaky breath. you needed a child, it's the most you craved in your life! being able to bare a sweet child, nurture for it, then watch it grow, this is the future you've always envisioned in yourself. now, douma was giving you two options, either take his help or go back to your possibly infertile spouse.

all your memories were rushing through your head, you knew infidelity would be horrible in your name, "i-i want your help, lord founder douma, b-but my husband - i don't want to be seen as.. a common whore." you spoke quietly, shame bubbling in your chest, how amusing.

douma raised his eyebrow at this, he had forgotten how cruel society was and how condescending they could be, he moved his hand to his chin almost as he was pondering. after a few seconds he snapped his fingers, "i've got it! no need to stress it, i will ensure nothing happens to you and i'll take care of your husband." he said with a smile, bloodlust pooling behind it, he could just kill your husband and play it off as if you were his wife if you were true to bare his child.

his words brought you comfort, a small warm formed in your chest, this was your chance, your chance to become a mother like you've been dreaming of - shaking off the guilt that grew in the back of your head, you nodded. "o-okay, please help me, lord founder douma." you spoke meekly, melting under his gaze.

douma grinned, good girl, clapped his hands together and started down at you. "well, my dear, undress for me."

the noise of skin slapping was loud, bouncing off the room's walls, your moans were broken and loud - your thighs were pushed up right against your chest, douma's large hands holding them flush against your chest.

he had you folded into a nice mating press, douma used his own body weight to keep you right where you are. his claws dug into your skin, barely breaking skin, his grip on the back of your thighs was rough. his hips kept pushing flush against your own, shoving his large cock deep inside you, his cock's tip knocking against your cervix. his cock kept pushing his cum deep inside your cunt, keeping you nice and bred.

your brain was out of it, you had already climaxed over a solid four times, and probably more, douma has had his fair share of climaxes too, but his stamina was much stronger than yours - he had no means of stopping, not yet, at least.

he needed to ensure that he could fulfill your prayers, make you bare his child, make sure you'd be nice and round by the next few months. besides, your cute little reactions only made the experience better, your fucked out face, your begs, your moans, how compliant you were. by now, he knew he would discard of your husband, you were too cute - there was no way you would slip through his fingers.

there was a thin sheet of sweat that covered your bodies, small drops of sweat slowly rolling down your skin, douma was loving it. as he fucked you senseless, there was pleasured grin on his lips, his pace not faltering, in fact, it felt like he was going faster. too fast for your fucked out brain to process.

your moans were slipping past your lips like an endless melody, you just couldn't hold yourself back from being loud while douma fucked you senseless.

you felt stuffed, it felt like his thick cum was bloating out your stomach; if that was even possible. yours hands gripped his thighs as he pounded in and out of you, over and over again.

douma wasn't quiet either, moans slipped past his lips freely, as well as dirty talk, his mouth was foul, but it only made your walls tighten around him.

douma's head rolled back slightly as his hips kept smashing against yours, a fucked out smile on his lips, "you keep sucking me in, my dear!~ you really want me to leave you nice a b-bred, huh? you want to have your god's child, don't you?~" he babbled out, you just cried out and nodded your head eagerly. "y-yes, m'lord, please! give me your children!" you cried out almost desperately.

douma groaned, sweet woman, begging for his cum, begging to bare a demon's child unknowingly. no worries, he will fulfill anything you beg him for.

your cunt was an absolute mess, his cum even stained your thighs as well as his pubic bone and balls, the amount of cum that was shared in between the two of you was downright filthy, but it felt so good. the thought of your husband was fucked right out of your brain, the only thing you could think about was douma, his cum, and being his pretty little breeding bunny.

douma's moans only got louder and louder as the seconds passed, a tight pressure coarsing through his body. "oh, my dear!~ m'gonna cum again! m'gonna f-fill you up nice and good!" he moaned out happily, his smile still on his lips as his eyes rolled back sensually.

douma bit his bottom lip at the pleasure he felt, small drops of sweat slowly gliding down his temple.

you nodded your head at his words, incoherent moans and begs for his cum leaving your lips. drool pooled from your lips as your body was used as a cumdump but, that's what you wanted, right?

douma finally shoved his cock deep inside your cunt, pressing his cock right against your cervix, his cum came spurting out - a whorish moan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled back in glee, he still bit his bottom lip, but he was still smiling. he was almost like a dog in heat, fucking you over and over.

you gasped, feeling another round of cum fill your cunny, it almost felt like he was filling up your womb!

normally, a normal man's cock would soften up by now, but after douma's cum stopped spurting out of him, he only looked down at you. grinning, douma moved one hand and slapped your cheek, making sure you don't pass out on him. you stared at him hazily, you swore he could fuck you till you passed out - and you knew that he wouldn't stop even then. douma pouted fakely seeing you like this.

"aw, c'mon, my dear! don't die out on me yet! you asked for this, didn't you?" he said, and you meekly nodded. douma hummed, pleased with your answer, he then pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside you. "well, let's continue!" he said joyfully, going back to fucking you senseless.

the squelching noises that came from your cunt were loud and obnoxious, his cum practically pooled below you, the sticky substance leaving strings connecting to your skin as his with every thrust. your body shook in overstimulation, how could he not be tired? but, you still cried out in pleasure, maybe some pain mixed in from the general overstimulation and his claws digging into your skin.

needless to say, it was no surprise to see your stomach slowly bloating up after a few months later. his heir growing in your womb, your husband now out of the picture with douma filling in the spot.

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♡ MAIDS DON'T GET TIRED ♡ — s. gojo

boss!gojo who inherits his deadbeat father's fortune and company after his father's sudden death (which he definitely had a hand in).

boss!gojo who at the ripe age of 20 was already pressured by the workload, not because of the reports or contracts, but because of the old geezers he had to tolerate.

boss!gojo who now lived alone in his 12,000 square meter glass mansion, hired 3 dozen housekeepers after letting go of the ones his father had kept.

boss!gojo who took an immediate interest in the youngest maid of the batch, her being over 5 years older than him.

boss!gojo who likes older women.

boss!gojo who starts making small talk during your working hours. he would ask you to sit with him during lunch making the other maids giggle at the boy.

boss!gojo who is excited when you agree after being asked for the 46th time.

boss!gojo who asks his chef to bring you the same meal as him, which you insist wasn't necessary. he doesn't take no for an answer.

boss!gojo who admires your unpolished table etiquette, but somehow your manners make the food on the table look 100x more appetizing, making him dig in as well.

boss!gojo who wants to spread you out and eat you instead.

boss!gojo who overhears the other maids teasing you with the name 'mrs. gojo' making you scold them with a blushed face. his ears turn red, pants gaining a sudden tightness.

boss!gojo who at late night can't stop fantasizing with his cock in his hand about you becoming 'mrs. gojo'.

boss!gojo who calls you into his office, giving you special tasks around the house. he orders you to clean his office only when he is around.

boss!gojo who doesn't hesitate to give you harder quests, such as cleaning the top shelves of his bookshelf, just to catch a look up your skirt like a perverted teenager (which he was).

boss!gojo who gets a custom uniform made for you to adorn during the time in his private office, one that is deeper on the neckline and shorter on the thighs. he can't stop ogling your breasts.

boss!gojo understands that by now you knew his intentions, not wasting any time to make a move.

boss!gojo who has you bent over his desk, panties clinging to your thighs, holding a tiny vibrator to your clit that has you dripping onto his office floor.

boss!gojo who forces you to clean his office with the bullet vibrator deep inside you, playing with the remote every time you bent over to flaunt your drenched pussy.

boss!gojo who eats you out in pathetic desperation, boxers painted in his precum. at first, he makes precise licks at your labia but he's smothering his face in your pussy seconds later.

boss!gojo who changes dynamics as soon as he's inside you.

boss!gojo who doesn't think twice about going in raw, wishing to feel every crevice of your pussy. he has you in missionary, suckling on your tits to hold his moans.

boss!gojo who is reduced to putty when you switch positions to ride him instead.

boss!gojo who can't help but cry when an accidental 'mommy' slips out of him.

"Ahh fuck you're so fucking sexy, [name]~" his head crashes onto the headboard, the squeaking of the bed loud in the room. Your thighs ached from bouncing on his ridiculously fat cock, his lap covered in your fluids. Wtih your tits jiggling in his face, he lets out a loud moan when you throw in a sudden praise. "So good, 'Toru~ Wanna keep fucking you like this, honey~!" You huff out with lust-filled eyes, your voice dripping with honey. "Please! Please, d-don't stop mommy!" You don't pause, but the kiss on his forehead makes his eyes well up, getting close to his orgasm. He was embarrassed to call you that, but your acceptance of it meant you'd be here for a good while.

boss!gojo who fucks you in every corner of his mansion.

boss!gojo who always finished inside you, birth control or not. he has enough money to provide for every baby he gives you

boss!gojo who revokes your status as a maid and promotes you to fiance in the next four months.

a/n: wasn't gonna post this self-indulgent drabble but after chapter 261...i changed my mind for some reason. wasn't proofread!

rough zhongli… from behind….. 🙁🙁🙁

cw. rough, fem! reader, a little feral

zhongli was delirious to how you’re feeling, labored breathing parting from his lips— his cock was glazed with your arousal which he would immediately ram back into you, flooding it over your walls because how could he not?

he‘s so effected by how you‘re clenching down, desperately whining for him to make you cum before fluttering your hole around his girth again. It’s overwhelming— your needy cries are followed by a long drawn-out sob, yet little do you realize it‘s only heightening the burning desire in his blood.

forthwith, he’d let you know how crazy your puffed up pussy was turning him, how it was still, not enough. not even a little bit.

your ass was prettily perked up as he was sliding his cool palms under your ribcage, swatting you into him. but now, under his blown out pupils, he watches your raw squirms, the way you’re messily smearing your pussy into his erection and turning needier— your longing was clearly insatiable and so was his.

yet don’t be fooled because thankfully, zhongli wasn‘t done with you yet, he only just started.

he‘s pressing down on you with his crushing bodyweight, thrusting and drumming his cock past your sticky cunt and leaving it in— so you could get a real good taste of how he’s throbbing, even though he knew you were awaiting more friction, waiting until it was you who was creaming on him with the excess amount littering down all over your hole and crevices.

but the ache, that painful burn in his cock was climbing all over his body and soul. zhongli was beginning to have a hard time holding himself back for you.

"stay— stay like this beloved." his tone was fading low and he feels you crumble under him, breathless and in a trance— because no one in this world was on par with his level of intensity.

zhongli patches you up real good, over and over until you‘re moulding and quivering under his body, eyes beaming and crisscrossed as you whine out his name all shy and sweet, grasping for air, "zhongli— zhongli!" and he wonders if you had already lost your mind— then he grits his teeth and whines when you send another shockwave through his cock by how turned on and wet you were. how open and …vulnerable.

he might be the next one to spiral from your needy traces when you milk his cock through soft squeezes, letting go and clenching down again, over and over because his shaft was so warm and fitting too, filling you up and throbbing within your pulsing walls.

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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?"

suggestive/smut, fem reader, it's midnight if this is bad that is why

guys with big dicks. and i just don't mean he hangs well down there, with a good girth and a length that can reach your cervix. he knows damn well he's big, and would love nothing more than to just see your pretty, soft eyes stream with filthy tears down your face as you struggle to take his cock down your throat.

he grips your head down so your nose is brushing against his pelvic bone, a satisfied groan ripping for his throats as you take his cock so well. "look up for me, pretty baby," he says, "you look so fucking beautiful, god."

and the praise makes you more confident as you removed your mouth from his cock for air, making eye contact the whole time as you catch your breathe. he stares at your tits as your chest heaves up and down for hair, and a loving gaze into your pupils as you wrap your lips around it again. moving your head up and down in a way that drives him crazy, stroking the parts you obviously cannot reach with your hands. you don't bother rubbing the wet mascara under your eyes, as it seems to turn him on more.

minutes pass like that before he spills his load down your throat with a satisfied moan, almost a whine. you maintain your gaze, batting your eyelashes at him as he softly chuckles when you pull away, opening your mouth to show him the liquid inside of your mouth. he slyly smiles, possessively even, when he sees you swallow. bringing your face to his, he opens his mouth:

"your eyes look so fucking beautiful with your face fucked by my cock. i wanna see if i can make 'em roll back with my fingers or cock inside of you now, does that sound okay?"

taiga kagami, junpei hyuga, sawamura daichi, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo, lev haiba, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, koutarou bokuto, akinori kohona, wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendou, reon ohira, miya twins, rintarou suna, kiyoomi sakusa, keishin ukai, sebastian michaelis, suguru geto, naoya zenin, eijirou kirishima, hanta sero, katsuki bakugou, neito monoma, shouta aizawa, hitoshi shinsou, yo shindo, kiego takami, touya todoroki, etc

Neighbor

T. Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji's pretty neighbor has asked him to do her a favor, and he complies because who is he to say no?

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (M. Receiving), Creampie, Infidelity

“Mr. Fushiguro.” You knock on the door of his home, hoping for a response. You needed his help and he told you he knew about plumping. His son was home usually by this time of the day so you weren’t worried about disturbing the little guy’s peace.

The door opens and he’s standing there, wearing a tight black shirt and some sweatpants. He smirks as he sees you in your pretty yellow sundress that was maybe a size too small for you since your tits were nearly falling out. He greets you. “Good morning Mrs. Sasaki, how can I help you this fine morning?”

“I know it’s so early and I’m sorry but my husband is out right now and I was wondering if you could help me with my pipes? You used to be a plumber, right?” You ask in a sweet tone, one that always gets you what you want. “My husband is out of town and I don’t have the phone number for the plumber.”

“Right, sweetheart. I’ll be over in a couple of minutes.” He responds and you thank him before walking away, back to your home. You look as innocent as ever as you enter your own home, ready to receive the neighbor who’s planning on helping you out.

A couple of minutes later, he knocks on the door but there is no response. He knocks again, and yet again doesn’t receive a response. The door is open though, so he welcomes himself in. There he hears the shower running, and he thought how weird you must be for deciding to take a shower right in the middle of the day, knowing that her neighbor was coming over and with the door unlocked.

You never even told him where the problem was, but apparently it wasn’t in the bathroom. Toji remained oblivious until he put two and two together. So he goes where he hears the water coming from, and there it was the master bathroom with the door unlocked. Steam was already fogging up the mirror.

“Mrs. Sasaki?” He calls out, and you turn off the faucet. He sees your hand reach out and grab a towel. You open the shower curtain as you dry yourself off, no shame whatsoever

“Mr. Fushiguro, I’m so sorry I just got so hot and-” You excuse yourself as you wrap the towel around your body. He just looks at you, amused. He begins to walk toward you to meet you halfway there.

“You shouldn’t excuse yourself, honey. And you certainly don’t have to lie to me, I’m not as dumb as I look.” He responds as one hand goes to your waist while the other to the back of your head.

“You should have noticed my advances since day one, then.” You tell him before closing the tiny amount of distance between you, putting your lips on his. It begins as a hungry kiss since the both of you are touch-deprived, or have wanted this for a long time. A combination of both.

He tugs on the towel which makes it fall down to the floor. He pulls away from your lips and goes down to your neck. He doesn’t suck, he just leaves a trail of kisses. You get impatient, your hands traveling down to the hem of his shirt and you attempt to pull it up.

He pulls away again and takes off his shirt and pulls down his sweatpants along with his boxers. He was big, at least bigger than your husband. You get on your knees and pump his cock a couple of times before licking the tip and getting his salty precum on your tongue.

You wrap your mouth around most of his length since you knew if you took it all you’d end up gagging. He was too big, so instead you brought your hands up and began to stroke the parts that were left out. You look up at him to watch how his head is thrown back and his mouth is parted.

“S’ good.” He moans. It takes him by surprise when you take everything into your mouth, and you do gag but you’d do it to satisfy him. You might as well give him a great time after lying to his face. He looks down at you with a smile on his face. “What a good girl, aren’t ya princess?”

Drool went down your lips as you continue gagging on his dick. One hand goes up and plays with his balls while you continue moving your mouth along his shaft.

He groans and he gets louder as he nears his release. He ends up releasing his hot cum inside your mouth, the salty fluid hitting the back of your throat. You take his cock out of your mouth and there’s so much cum that some falls down your chin. “That was so good, princess.”

You stand up and he grabs his thumb and collects the tiny bit. He presses his thumb against your bottom lip and you open your mouth. He inserts his thumb and puts it so far back you gag. He’s amused by this.

When he takes his thumb out, he flips you over and bends you over the sink. He runs a finger through your folds, gathering your slick. “You’re so wet, princess.”

“Fuck me, please.” You beg as you feel him teasing you. He just runs his finger down your cunt without even inserting a finger.

“You’re so cute.” He replies. He then fulfills your wishes as he aligns himself up with your entrance. Without a warning he plunges himself into you, causing you to gasp at his size.

“S’ big.” You say. He begins to move slowly, remembering that he can’t be so harsh on you. He has no idea when your husband is coming back. He didn’t want you limping and your husband asking why you were walking weird.

“You’re so good for me, princess.” He praises as he picks up speed. He was surprised with how great you were handling him. You met his thrusts halfway, which made the sound of your skin and his slapping together so much louder. “Who would’ve thought you of all people, would be unfaithful to her husband?”

“Fuck, Toji!” You loudly moan, the amazing feeling of him filling you up being the only thought in your mind. He’s also moaning, your tight pussy wrapped around him was so euphoric.

Heaven knows how many times he touched himself to the idea of this happening. The idea of his hot neighbor coming to him for some help and then ending up getting pumped full of his cum was a dream he had for a week straight.

His hand goes under and he begins to play with your clit. You shut your eyes, trying to handle everything. It was just so much.

“I’m going to-” You tell him, and he picks up even more speed. You were wondering how you'd walk the next day, but that was a problem for tomorrow, not today. You see white and your legs quiver as you come around his cock.

He continues at the same speed. You notice how his thrusts slowly become sloppy and you know how close he is. But you don’t bother telling him to pull out.

He finishes inside you and stays still for a minute or so before pulling his cock out. He turns you around and begins to kiss you again.

He bites your bottom lip before pulling away. “You want more?”

“Please, more.” You answer.

“I’ll give you more and more until you beg me to stop.”

-

“Megumi, hurry up!” Toji yells at his son. For some reason he can’t find his other sneaker. Toji helps him look for the shoe. When Megumi came back, as he sat down on the floor to put his shoes on, Toji thought to remind him. “Alright, remember we’re meeting a baby so you have to behave well.”

“I know.” Megumi responds. When Megumi finishes, Toji grabs his hand and they begin to walk next door to the little family. He knocks on the door, and your husband opens the door and welcomes them in.

You’re on the couch, holding the baby in your arms. You coo at the baby as the three walk over to you. You greet little Megumi, not the same way as before because your hands were occupied so you couldn’t hug him. Toji just smiles at you and you smile back.

“Here’s our baby boy.” Your husband speaks and they both look down at the baby. “He’s our biggest blessing. I really thought I couldn’t have children but I was proved wrong.”

“Really? He looks just like you.” Toji comments as he looks into the baby’s green eyes. The same as Toji’s. “He really looks just like his daddy.”

The worst part of all was that your little one-time-thing with Toji turned out to happen so many other times.

who’s your (baby) daddy? 

— mini series masterlist

╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the 3 men you slept with is your baby’s daddy. 

% slice of life, romance comedy

# explicit smut, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, breakups, alcohol, questionable life choices, evasion of child support, messiness, drama, medical talk

      NANAMI ➵ GOJOU ➵ TOJI ➵ SUKUNA ➵ EPILOGUE

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tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, established relationship, blow job, kissing his sweaty balls, praise, gagging, Toji can’g help bug make you take of his cock into your mouth, mentions of past recordings

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Standing between Toji thighs, admiring your husband. Whilst he lifts barbell, his thick arms bulging as he lifts it. As his abs clench, the angry lines from raged fueled work outs begging for you to bite and lick.

There is a clink of the barbell taking a rest, as Toji set it down. Grabbing his bottle of water and hand towel, holding the bottle out to him. Whilst he sit up, taking the water to chug down.

Wiping the sweat dripping down the side of his face. Whilst asking, “Do you want me to suck the sweat off your cock?” Cupping your ass whilst lowering the bottle.

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