Fairyyyyy Big Hunky Meian Having A Younger Gf And Ppl Thinking She Doesnt Get Dicked Down Often, Just

fairyyyyy big hunky meian having a younger gf and ppl thinking she doesn’t get dicked down often, just because he’s older. they think maybe at most once a week, but in reality they fuck like bunnies all the time <3 you just feel so empty without his fat cock inside one of your holes, meian can’t have his baby upset!his stamina is 4/5 after all! the jackals hate going over to their house because every single time meian’s balls deep in his perfect little girlfriend. it doesn’t matter if they showed up on time to hang out, if meian wants to get his dick wet he will get his wish. ∩^ω^∩

i feel like i honestly ascended with this one,, it just,, hit something so primal in me, something so truly desperate my soul left my body and flew towards the light. the thing is too, this is absolutely true and meian doesn’t take very kindly to those kinds of rumors. He takes care of his baby more than well enough,, and also true, MSBY has walked in on you two fucking so much. Morning, afternoon, out drinking? doesn’t matter, he’ll be in your guts ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡

tw semi-public, daddy kink, size kink, lil degradation

There’s a hand on your head as he keeps you in place, looking through the mirror at your reflection as he hisses, arching your back a bit more. Your hips propped up onto the sink and your one hand planted against the mirror as he slaps the head of his cock against your slicking pussy again, ignoring your pout when he takes another second to slip his boxers down his legs entirely. “Stop looking at me like that, angel.” Voice dropping low as he pushes your legs apart more with a knee and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll fuck you when I want, how I want.”

“You always want to,” you mumble though, moaning when he yanks your head back a bit and the sting only makes you wetter. “Daddy, please. Need you, need your fat cock inside. Hurry up please, I’m ready, I’m ready.” You shake your hips onto him, before you push back a little against his hold to feel the drooling head of his cock rub over your clit, but it’s still not enough. You whine when you catch his eyes in the reflection, then reach back to pull at the shirt he didn’t take off, watching as he pumps his cock in his slicked up fist a few more times. “Please stuff me full! I can take it.”

“I know.” When he does actually push in, you’re not sure whether to thank him for only having had you before you got ready because your slick pussy lets him push in a couple inches right off the bat, stretching you open so wide your eyes roll back. ‘Oh’ is all you manage to say when he pushes in more, one hand dropping your face to grab at your hips and slowly pull your cunny back onto him. It’s always a ridiculously tight fit. “Only because you can’t go half a day without whining for daddy’s cock. Walking around stretched and full of cum like that, my filthy baby. “ When he reaches the end of you you know he still has more to go, but you bite your lip and shake your head at him.

Your grip is so tight on the sink by now you’re scared it’ll shatter under your hands. You mumble a slurred sentence, and he chuckles as he reaches down to grab your tits, squeezing and pulling enough to leave you going towards the edge fast. Bottomed out and letting you adjust, he leans into you. “You’re really just my little cock sleeve.” As he starts pulling out you suddenly dig your nails into him, pushing yourself back onto him with trembling legs when he pushes up against your cervix from the ruthless position. If you do say something, the pressure between your legs and the surging heat is all you notice, but Meian must understand you because he hums. “It’s okay baby, cum on this fat cock. It’s all yours.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” He only rocks his hips back and forth the tiniest bit into your gushing, clenching pussy, sneaking an arm below you to rub and flick your clit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck, gonna-” And before you know it you’re coming around him again for the nth time today, walls gripping so tight he groans and pulls out more to give you a few proper thrusts through your orgasm that make you jerk forward each thrust. “Hng, h- thank y- haaa, daddy! Holy fuck, feels- s’good!” You barely get time to think when a voice calls your name from the other side of the door, knocking with a hard fist.

“Is that you?” Atsumu asks, and you can’t even think of an answer when the man between your legs pushes in all the way again and makes you see stars, biting your bottom lip hard enough to make permanent indents. “Are you good?” Meian grunts softly as he lifts one of your knees onto the sink though, now really setting rhythm as his cock fucks you open and wet slaps fill the room. After another second of silence on the other side of the door, one you ruin by moaning when he rolls your nipple between his fingers and watches you push yourself back for his touch too. “Oh— are ya getting fucked again?! God damnit, I gotta use the toilet!”

The smacking only gets louder when his balls and skin pound into yours, your forehead dropping to the mirror. And it seems impossible, but you can feel it building yet again. “We’ll be—” you try, only to slap a hand over your mouth when a string of moans falls out.

“She’s trying to say we’ll be out in a bit. Now go away so I can fuck my girlfriend how she deserves.”

BANG IN THE MIRROR. | M.FUSHIGURO.

OCT 22ND. MEGUMI FUSHIGURO + MIRROR SEX.

KINKTOBER M.LIST. / M.LIST. / TAGLIST. / KOFI.

ৎ୭ synopsis. a girls day out with nobara has you blowing up megumi’s phone with pictures of you in the cutest, tightest, shortest dress he’s ever seen—and after a few more sinful messages, your dress makes its debut in your boyfriend’s private show.

ৎ୭ wc. 6304.

ৎ୭ genre. mdni, 18+, smut, college!au.

ৎ୭ cw. please read ! heavy smut, characters aged up to twenties, fem + bimbo!reader, praise!kink, slight!iexhibitionism, sexting, orgasm control, body-worship, fingering, bondage, cum-play, cum-eating, mirror sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex. not proof read, beware of errors.

ৎ୭ author’s note. ree it’s friday again! today i bring you a fic featuring my sweetest boy, i hope you all enjoy! apologies for my absence this week, i hope you’re all safe and well <3

ৎ୭ now playing. cyber sex - doja cat.

the night started, with a text.

megumi’s barely paying attention when a text under your contact of ‘sweet girl’ rolls through. it’s all in lowercase and there’s one of those heart shaped emoticons stuck right next to your name— one that he knows you’d put down yourself because he’d never do that on his own and he’d never have the heart to change it, even though your contact sticks out like a sore thumb in his recent calls and texts, against the sea of capital letters and full names.

megumi barely looks as he opens your chat, phone in one hand while he quickly jots down notes with the pen you’d gifted him in his other hand. it’s kinda funny how much of you resides with him even while you’re apart— nobara having stolen you away today for a girls trip to the mall, giving the dark haired male time to study something else aside from your eyes, your lips, the curve of your waist…

he had time to focus.

except for now when his gaze slips to your text, lighting up his screen, reading the words without a second thought, a smile playing at his shiny lips just thinking about you.

sweet girl ♡ at 5:59PM - i thought of you when i bought this, do you like it gumi? the colour reminded me of you!

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— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

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WANTED : NEW ROOMMATE

pros : you get your own room, it’s cheap, near the campus, you get to live with us :) cons : you have to live with us :( for inquiries contact @ woozi @ wonu @ jun @ hoshi on twitter !!

suhnshinehaos presents…

synopsis : when yn’s exchange student roommates leave, they are left with the unfortunate task of finding a new place to stay. lucky for them, a room just opened up at apartment 5c, complete with the most interesting group of people they could ever hope to meet.

pairing : svt 96 line x gn!reader

genre/s : university au, roommates au, fluff, tiniest bit of angst (maybe), slice of life, humor

format : mostly smau + some written parts

taglist : open, just send an ask or reply to this post !!

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show and tell • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), best friends/idiots to lovers!au Warnings: swearing, lotssss of teasing/switch dynamics, tickling, reader is obsessed w/ seokmin's body, they're idiots your honor and they're a lil bit in L-word 🤮, mingyu thrown under the bus as always, ONE BAD PUN BC I THINK I'M FUNNY, sex is as silly as me, BIG COCK SEOK 🗣️ like he's fucking huge okay, oral (both rec. kind of), attempt at 69 but seok's a menace the entire time, fingering, CRYING/TEARS, possession, biting, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, lil bit of cumplay ig?, mentions of prev partners, overstim... i think that's it lmk if i missed smth 🥵😰 WC: 6.5k A/N: um so this is the most self-indulgent thing i dared to post you're WELCOME i shall now go die in a hole to never be seen ever again... happy belated birthday to the loml ugh ty to all the frens that let me sob in their dms and to @onlymingyus for helping me with a damn title 💖

The commonly shared belief among your friend group was that Seokmin is abnormally soft when it comes to you.

You thought they were full of shit. 

The bestest buddy in the world was also the softest ray of morning sunshine to ever exist in general. You could barely count on one hand the number of people he genuinely ever showed disdain towards or didn't get along with. All in all — it was extremely hilarious in your opinion because Seokmin's fluffy personality greatly contrasted with his lean, sharp physique. 

Ironically, the main reason you ended up in this position.

Just moments before, you were on his bed and caged between his arms. The dog tag necklace you'd gifted, engraved with his birth date and initials, swinging in the same rhythm that your heart rapidly beats with the small space separating your bodies. A sly grin raises the corners of his lips, the long fingers of his left-hand creeping up to trail lightly at your sides.

"I know you have abs."

Seokmin's hands fly up to wrap defensively around his body, though all in good jest. "You can't just ask a dude how many abs he has!"

"And you can't lie to me by saying you don't have any! Do you know how many of your dude-bros have blabbed about your crazy gym routine to me? Can you even guess how many girls bitched at me 'cause you weren't shirtless at my pool party? As if that's my fault?"

"But it's mine?"

"No, all I have to do is prove them wrong. So, show me the goods!"

You sucked at making up your mind — what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, what to do — okay, but who doesn't? It's something Seokmin was very familiar with, hence him always having to pick up wherever you left off. He also knows just as well that once you've settled on something, you'll see it through to the very end. Eventually. 

Which normally works out in his favor except in moments like now. So he resorts to a different preventative measure — tickling the decisiveness right out of you.

Like hell you'll let him do what he wants.

Maybe the whispers about him being soft for you were right. After all, it's to your utter benefit when you push at his shoulder. Only a bit unbalanced, he easily falls onto his side and you scramble to climb on top of him at record speed, one arm pinning Seokmin's wrists against the pillow beneath his head. 

Unfortunately, this looks like one of your 3,718,493,842 very bad choices in life. Once again, something you didn't think all the way through. Sure, you've bested Seokmin at light wrestling and play-fighting before — back when you were toddlers and all he did was cry.

Now, at adult ages, it seems like a horrible, terrible, very bad idea to have him beneath you. Your fingers play with the hem of his white t-shirt that's ridden up ever so slightly, unbearablely close to the leather band of his silver belt buckle. 

Seokmin's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with a strange, almost starry-eyed look of surprise. Black bangs flipped up across the dark gray of his blanket, silver chain askew shining against his collarbones, mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of sitting right on top of him, completely obliterating the distance between your bodies earlier, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination from what you can feel nestled in between your legs. 

"Would it be inappropriate of me to take your shirt off right now?" you can't help but ask.

He laughs, all breathless and high-pitched like he does when he's nervous. "You're asking for permission?"

"Seokmin," you can't help but whine and shift your hips in protest without thinking. Another bad move. Oops. "I'm trying to be polite."

"You have me pinned to my bed with the intent to strip me and you're worried about being polite?"

"Oh, please, you could easily break free."

It's true. His wrists twitch a bit under your grasp, almost like he's attempting to do just that but you're faster once more. Or he's just letting you have your way with him. Whatever the case, your other hand firmly holds both of his down which only brings your faces closer together.

"Don't move."

"Okay," Seokmin agrees and licks his lips, "at least you know what consent means."

"Are you consenting?"

"Depends on what to."

"Me taking off your shirt."

"… Should I be flattered?"

"Very."

Brown eyes close, his brow furrowing. For a minute, you think you've accidentally taken things too far and are about to quickly apologize and backpedal before things backfire until his lips quirk up and Seokmin snorts.

"Never imagined you'd be stripping me like this."

You would agree because what the hell? All this for some abs? But the way he says it makes you pause.

"Have you imagined this before?"

Expecting him to panic or something, you're even more taken aback when he bites his lip like he's holding back more laughter. 

"And what if I have? You'll be offended even if I lie." 

You narrow your eyes challengingly while his sparkle. "Are you… flirting with me?" 

"That is not how I flirt but okay." 

"You're being weird. Weird weird. Like super-duper weird." 

"Says the one soaking my jeans, right now." 

You want to scream. Instead, you let out a scandalized gasp, eyes widening. The effort it takes to bolt away means you must release Seokmin. Something that doesn't even cross your mind with the shame heating up your cheeks, mortification setting off every sirening alarm in your nervous system.

Your first mistake.

Countless other mistakes will be made after this, but looking back — could they really be watered down to just a mistake after the end results? Why you're even so embarrassed in the first place is beyond you. And your best friend has zero intentions of letting you get away from him.

The minute Seokmin's hands are freed, one flies to keep your hips pressed against his while the other gently braces your back. Lifting his torso up with insane core strength he clearly was lying about not having, you have no choice but to wrap an arm instinctively around his neck like a koala. Your other hand curls into a fist, clinging against the fabric straining with the flex of his chest muscles while simultaneously attempting to push him back in a futile effort.

"Breathe," Seokmin murmurs in mild concern. His eyes crinkle as he smiles encouragingly. "Breathe for me, babe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. If you inched any closer forward, your nose would brush against his, and leaning too far back would end up with him on top of you again.

"This is all your fault, babe."

"You're the one that started this in the first place, babe."

"All I wanted was to see your abs," your voice drops to a pathetic whisper, "babe."

"All you had to do was ask, silly."

"I did!"

To your horror, he leans in even closer with a devious smirk so his nose brushes tenderly against yours. "For yourself. Not others."

"What… what are you playing at Seokmin?"

"It's like you misinterpret everything I do on purpose."

"I — "

"If you think I'm just playing around you're sorely mistaken."

A beat of silence. "Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says innocently even though the hand on your back trails upwards and not-so-innocently unclasps the bra underneath your shirt. 

Your jaw drops. Of course, your modest top is still on and the shoulder straps keep your undergarment in place. Yet, you feel naked with the way Seokmin shamelessly ogles your covered chest and lets out a satisfied groan, pleased that you weren't wearing a sports bra. After all, it's not the first time he's done that for you — but it is under this strange context.

"Seokmin — "

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Tell me." His voice is low, rougher than you've ever heard, causing tingles to shoot down your spine at the way he says your name. "I should take full responsibility for whatever happens."

His last sentence echoes over and over inside your head because yeah, what the hell is going to happen? — until you blurt out, "You find me attractive?"

Finally, Seokmin acts the way you expect and are familiar with, his shy demeanor coming out like sun rays peeking through overcast clouds. Bowing his head, forehead flopping on your shoulder, he admits defeat. 

"As if that's even a question, goofball."

"No way — there's no way! My bestie, you, find me, your bestie, like. Hot?"

"Look, I know it's cliché to fall for your friend and all that stupid shit," he grumbles, "but you don't have to sound so shocked. I already know thanks to Mingyu."

You freeze. "Know what?"

"… You're really going to make me say it?" he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head against your shoulder, causing your loose strap to slide down. "When my pride's already in tatters?"

Urging Seokmin to pick up his head and look at you, you face his brown eyes straight-on and cup his flushed cheek. "What did Mingyu say that crushed your pride?"

He sighs. "He told you I liked you before I ever got the chance to say it myself to you."

Your eyebrows raise. "He did?"

"Yeah. And I thought you just. Well. I don't know, I thought you were just ignoring it out of consideration or something. Obviously. Since you didn't say anything."

"… All 'cause I was pretty sure he blabbered about accidentally spilling the beans to you about me liking you."

The both of you pause, silently cursing poor Mingyu. He did mean well. Somehow.

"You're joking right," Seokmin whispers, "is this real?"

"What makes you think it's not."

"Because you've only ever returned my feelings in my dreams."

Your pride swells at that, wrapping your arms around his neck daringly. "Dream about me often?"

He falls backward on the bed, taking you down with him with your bodies pressed tightly together. You admire his handsome features with renewed thirst while he shuts his eyes, no longer forcing yourself to view him through the platonic lenses you'd kept on for so long.

Then his eyes flash back open and you flinch at the burning desire blazing within them. He's never looked at you like that, at least not directly and it ignites the equal yearning you feel for him like a match.

"Yeah," he answers your teasing question, "I do."

Just the thought alone makes you dizzy. Your best friend, your sweet and lovely Seokmin who puts up with all your bullshit, laying here on this exact bed with thoughts of you consuming his mind. Pining for you. Wanting you. Shit, you think he deserves to have all his fantasies come true. And you're more than happy to help him out. 

"What do we do in your dreams?"

"Everything. Anything."

An iron-clad grip will probably leave bruises behind but it's not enough to stop you from a slow, lazy grind of your hips. You sit up for more leverage, hands on his broad shoulders for support, watching with smugness oozing out of your smile as he struggles to continue his wholesome thoughts.

"Holding hands, cute dates, buying you pretty things… "

"C'mon babe," you tease, "what else?"

"Ah… " Seokmin sighs, throwing an arm over his face to hide his eyes though it can't hide the flush creeping up his neck, to his cheeks, and coloring his cute ears. "You know… "

"Nah, I don't. Not unless you tell me." 

"… Just gets lonely in bed. At night. Cold."

"We've slept together before when I've stayed the night and vice versa."

"Mhm, but never with my dick inside of you."

You coo, trying to keep up your unbothered façade as though the quickening pace of your hips isn't making an insane mess of his lap. 

"Poor little Seokminnie had to jerk off all by himself." Leaning down to whisper maliciously in the ear that isn't shielded by his elbow, "Or did you do it while I was laying next to you because you were so frustrated?"

"As if," he scoffs, "and I'm not sure what you mean by little."

Like a switch has flipped, two hands return and grip your hips, keeping them stationary. To prove his point hard, it's Seokmin's turn to grind his pelvis up into the moist heat of your covered cunt while holding you still to feel every agonizingly delicious drag of his cock. The way he can feel you pulse against him even through your thin shorts, the devastating whimper that leaves your mouth when the rough fabric manages to catch your clit just right make up for the mildly gross stickiness of precum inside of his jeans.

A sadistic grin leers at you, almost a snarl. Such a jarring contrast to the normally soft, fond looks you're used to and a shudder runs through your body at the shock, another rush of heated arousal dripping from your pussy.

It's cute, Seokmin thinks to himself, how you put up this act and think you're the one in control when it's really me, the one whose lap you're on.

"Can you even blame me?" he growls, not waiting nor expecting any answer as he sits back up, jostling your body in the process. "I was so good, so well-behaved in front of you. And yet you waltz around me with barely anything on all the damn time, flirting with all my friends in that skimpy bathing suit without a care in the world… "

You don't even know when you ended up on your back. Staring wide-eyed into Seokmin's narrowed ones, his eyelids fluttering as he recalls these memories, fist clenched and arms tense as he towers on top of you once again. He's panting, lower body still pressed against yours.

"Batting your eyelashes at me, giggling, grinding that sweet ass all over me on the dancefloor and then skipping away even though I wanted to touch you so badly… and if that's not torturing enough, constantly showing up in my dreams, always out of reach… So yeah, I'm just a little frustrated, sorry."

"I'm… I'm… I-I didn't know — "

"I know that. I know that and that's why I felt like utter trash. You didn't mean any of it and here I am throwing my disgusting fantasies on you."

"Don't say that," you plead and cup the side of his face, running your thumb repeatedly across his mole. "You're not trash, Seokmin. I wasn't thinking — I mean I didn't realize… I just — "

"Please," he interrupts suddenly, desperately begging. "Please tell me… if this… if this is going to be a spur of the moment, out of pity, and a one-time thing… please tell me you don't want this. That you don't want me — "

"I want to kiss you." 

You watch his body tremble before he takes a deep breath, smiling up at him as his eyes gradually open. They blink owlishly at you, nearly crossing in his attempt to scan your face if he really heard you correctly as you guide him by the jawline close to your lips.

"I want you, Seokmin."

To be honest, you've never really imagined what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend. The movies you've watched make it out to be magical, enchanting, and something out of a fairy tale. Sure, maybe they're not wrong but the majority of entertainment is the bad boy turning sweet or a soft boy remaining a gentleman.

Nothing's prepared you for awakening the beast in a good boy.

He kisses you with a ferocity that steals your breath from the get-go. A sensual clash of teeth, tongue, spit, love bites, and nips. Seokmin always had an enjoyable, pleasing tone to his voice and it sounds even better when he's grunting and groaning in the laidback battle for dominance.

Somehow, your clothes are merely disheveled and not ripped off despite continual tangling and grabbing at each other. Once again, you find yourself back on top as you gasp for air — having to push him away when he chases after you for more kisses. If you thought he was pretty before, he's even lovelier with shiny, swollen lips and a dazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Despite pouting at the sudden distance, the man astonishingly looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. As if he's never seen the ugly sides of you, your lowest and most embarrassing moments. His gaze trails from where you sit on his thighs to the rise and fall of your heaving chest to your blown-out pupils with such appreciation and awe that your cheeks are set aflame.

Although maybe you're just seeing a reflection of your own adoration. Running your hand down the toned length of one of his arms, you intertwine your fingers together. A smirk returns to your face as he squeezes back, distracted.

"So, can I see your abs now?"

Seokmin groans your name and chews on his lip, uncertain. You shrug and toy with the hem of your own shirt before decisively pulling it over your head. A blissed-out sigh escapes his mouth at the reveal.

Your bra is undone — thanks to his earlier mischief — and barely covers your breasts. Threatening to fall off at the slightest move, you pretend to protect what little modesty you might have and keep it in place with a free hand. 

"Tit for tat?" you tease.

He audibly gulps and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait patiently, letting him go at his own pace and back out if he wants. Though he does relent because he feels at confront with you, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and upper body you hadn't seen in what feels like years.

"Omigod…" you gasp out and he cringes, upper body taut with nerves. "You've been hiding a six-pack away from the public for so long?"

"I — "

"I want to touch them."

"Why are you so obsessed with my abs?"

"'cause they're mythical. Like unicorns or… or Bigfoot."

"You're comparing me to a yeti?"

"Not yet…i!"

He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous pun. "I thought I was getting a 'tit for tat'?"

"Yeah," you nonchalantly slide off your loose bra and toss it somewhere on his bedroom floor. Seokmin doesn't even get to relish the bare sight of your tits for his own enjoyment because you're grumbling, "can't even show his best friend his fine ass abs," and he has to correct you.

"Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd show them to you all the time."

"Oh? Is that a promise? A threat? A distraction?"

"An offer. A suggestion even."

"It's pretty tempting," you play coy, "can I touch you if I say yes?"

"Only if I can touch you too."

"Then yes." Your pointer finger travels down the flexed crease of his skin to right above his belly button. "Can I see your dick now?"

"But I want… I'd like to… taste you."

"Later," you assure and daringly place a kiss above his waistband. Your hands tug at the belt when his hips stutter upwards. "Please?"

He's gone the moment you flutter your eyelashes at him and so are his ruined jeans. Discarded on the floor to join the growing number of other clothing when he says yes. 

Even Seokmin himself would admit he is indeed too soft for you but his cock certainly isn't. Your eyes nearly bug out when it flops against his stomach, angry red and leaking tears of precum. He grits his teeth at how much it aches, perfect jawline even more prominent. 

His self-esteem would have been dashed to pieces at the devastating frown on your pretty face but it's greatly inflated when all you can do is whimper out, "You're so big… "

"Yeah?"

Your best friend — no, now your boyfriend, you suppose — hisses when you blink at him. 

"There's no way you're gonna fit."

"Hah, 's never been a problem before." Nails dig into his thigh, the little show of possession at the mention of his previous partners wickedly giving Seokmin another ego boost. He's quick to try and appease you though by saying, "don't worry, babe… let me prep and taste you, I'll make it fit I promise and you'll feel good."

"Fuckin' sweet talker." You feel a hand reach out to temptingly slip under the band of your shorts. "Everything about you is always so sweet."

"'m sure you taste even sweeter." 

"Seokmin…" 

"Hm?" His touch grows bolder at the moan of his name, squeezing at the plumpness of your ass. "Will you please let me have a taste? Just wanna help you out." 

You won't be thinking I'm so sweet after this. 

Eager to touch him, you nod and start to take off your shorts but Seokmin is faster. Nearly tearing them off your body in excitement and somehow managing to position your bare lower body right where he wants it. 

Luckily, you're able to face his neglected cock. A shriek leaves your mouth, though, because the hardened tip of his tongue is searching for your clit, lathing and suckling on it when he does find it. 

You try to focus on your prize but it's difficult with the vigor he's attacking your throbbing, needy pussy. Seokmin holds you up high enough that he can leave occasional nips on the inner crease of your hips before harshly licking and sucking up your messy arousal. Shaking his head back and forth with an animalistic growl, all you can do is resort to pitiful kitten licks and slobbering mindlessly on just the side of his cock. 

The more you attempt to wrap your lips fully around the tip, the further down he brings you to his mouth until you're almost suffocating him. A brutal assault where you can only twitch your hips to which he agreeably grunts, gliding you across his open mouth ever so slightly. Unable to escape the throes of pleasure, not that you would want to — you give up and give in. 

Tears fill your eyes as your body convulses and shakes, staring longingly at his cock through bleary eyes. Seokmin's muffled moans as he gladly helps you ride out your orgasm with your fluttering hole clamping around his tongue barely registering in your ears. You feel like you're floating while underwater in the most delicious of ways. 

Seokmin manages to nudge you enough so he can catch his breath while waiting for you to come back to him. A fond smile on his lips when you're finally able to move and he helps you flop by his side. 

"Why on earth are you a pussy-eating pro?" 

"You keep complaining about things most people don't find fault in." 

"I wanted to suck the life out of you, not the opposite." You reach for his cock again but he stops you — again — and rubs the back of your hand consolingly while he wipes the wet mess you'd left on his face with a smirk like a badge of honor he takes pride in. "Lee Seokmin!" 

"Shhh, don't whine, baby. Almost there, I'll let you have my dick soon. Give it to you real good. Now that I've confirmed what a tight, good little pussy you have for myself, gotta make sure you're stretched out enough. Don't wanna hurt you." 

"It already hurts, 'm so empty, 'min." 

"Greedy," he snickers, knowing you're full of shit, and sits up. "After I just stuffed you with my tongue so well that you complained about it, now you want me again?" 

"Always want you. Always have. Didn't realize it before but it's true. 'm sorry, Seokkie, need you so bad though." 

"Lucky I like you so much. Now turn around, let me see that lovely ass of yours." 

You do as he says, clambering up on all fours and arching your back prettily, looking over your shoulder to see what he'll do next. 

The sight alone is a wet dream. He's licking his lips, brown eyes honed in on your puffy, seeping cunt until he's snapped out of the trance when he realizes you're watching him. He sticks out his tongue to pull a silly face and you shake your head in disbelief. 

A finger traces up your spine before it turns into his palm pushing down between your shoulder blades so your cheek is pressed into the pillows. You can just feel the heavy heat of his cock but he pulls away before you can savor it for too long. A constant tease that leaves you whining again in frustration and wiggling your hips enticingly, a futile effort. 

"I know you're desperate. 'm sorry, don't wanna cum too fast and disappoint you though." 

"You won't disappoint me." 

"Nope, I'll make it worthwhile. Promise. We can do whatever positions you want after this. I'd like to see you riding me like you do in my dreams, personally." Watching how you clench at his words, he chuckles. "Knew you'd like that too. Now, let's see…" 

He slips a digit inside your hole muttering, "There we go," and adds another. And another. Three fingers explore your gummy inner walls and he hums in contemplating tones before he begins scissoring motions to get your pussy to further open up. 

Your moans are muffled by the bed and Seokmin simply increases his pace to make them louder with a sneer of satisfaction you don't see. You do feel him kissing down the length of your spine, more love bites that make you squeal at each pinch. 

"So cute and perfect. What 'm I gonna do with you?" he asks and pretends to understand the unintelligible garble to his rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's right, babe. Fuck you even more stupid than you are now 'cause it's what you deserve." 

Retracting his fingers, licking them clean, and mumbling how pretty you are — then he's finally wrapping a veined hand around his even veinier cock to tease at your entrance. 

He plays with your wetness, coating his tip with it and making both your mouth and pussy drool. And god, does Seokmin relish the vision before him. 

You're everything to him and that thought alone makes him bite down on his lower lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Every muscle in his body tenses when he takes a deep breath and eases himself inside, enraptured with the way your soft pussy lips part and cling around his length to welcome him. 

When he glances up to check how you're doing, he has to reign himself back from exploding or thrusting insensitively all the way in. The way your eyes roll up, a stain of drool left on his blanket, and the feeble thank you's followed by a filthy series of moans — he lets out a string of curses that would make even a depraved whore blush out of shyness. 

"S'big, s'full," you hiccup, clenching and unclenching in rapid successions that has Seokmin wheezing, though he tries to comfort you. 

"'m not even all the way inside, sweetheart. Bear with me, babe. Breathe. I've got you." 

"Got me… hella fuckin' full."

"You can take it. I know you can." He pushes his hips forward a bit more. "There you go, sweetheart. Relax just a tiny bit… Yeah, that's it…" 

Praises fall from his lips and you sob at both the goddamn stretch and unfathomable pleasure. You already feel him buried in your gut reaching spots you didn't even know existed by the time he's almost bottomed out for his pelvis to press temptingly against your ass — you're pretty sure you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

"S'deep…!" 

"Feel so fucking good… d'ya need me to pull out a little, baby? You still with me?" 

You answer him by bravely using whatever strength — or more like the urge for him to split you open and take it all because you want to be as good as he's telling you that you are for him — and push yourself back so he's fully seated within your tight cunt. 

You're probably screaming if your raspy throat and ringing ears are anything to go by. He's panting and rubbing his forehead with a groan. 

"Fuck, what are you so hot for?" 

The air feels like it's been punched out of his lungs, the same way his cock is being suctioned and squeezed. In an effort to wrangle whatever control is left within himself, Seokmin focuses on your body and how it reacts. Laying over your arched back to press your bare bodies close together in an intimate fashion. 

You can feel his necklace and its cool touch on your burning skin. The recollection of never seeing him without it since gifting it to him reignites a possessive streak in you and has your pussy pulsing around him more fervently. Suddenly you long to have his mark engraved on you permanently, etched into your body and soul just like the inanimate object. 

It's almost a shame when he pauses to tug it free so it doesn't break and let it hang over your shoulder instead. Not that it matters much, for you'd only have a temporary imprint of a dog tag shape on your back. 

As if he can read your muddled mind (he probably can), Seokmin makes up for it in his concentration to delay his dizzy cloud of absolute unbridled lust. He's already left many physical reminders of his touch where you'll definitely be sore later scattered around your body and as a bonus — bites down where your neck meets your shoulder. 

(You have no idea how you'll explain the obvious teeth marks to your friends the next day but you know they'll know. Especially when Seokmin — the little shit that he is — shamelessly shows off the various marks you'll leave all over him later tonight.)

But you don't think about that right now, any and all thoughts consumed of him, him, and him. You're full. So full. Oh, how you ache to run your fingers across his gorgeous body the same way he's able to yours, sneaking a hand underneath to fondle at your breasts and tug at your nipples. You suppose that can wait, already inching toward another crashing orgasm when he's unable to stay still anymore and starts shallow, cautious thrusts.

"Mm, ah, 'min… Seok… min… "

"'m here baby, you're gonna cum for me already, aren't ya?" He pulls his dick out far enough to see the way your essence glistens and coats his length and then smoothly stuffs you full again. "Go on and cream on my cock, make me yours."

Shockingly you shake your head. "No, too soon!"

"S'kay, I know you can give me another one after. If you let go now, it'll feel even better after. You're still so tight, I can barely move."

You really can't believe you're about to climax so soon again. There's not really a choice to hold it off anyways, especially when his hand moves away from your tits and mercilessly rubs your clit. He could've just fucked your throat raw with how hoarse your voice is now with all the sounds he's drawn out of you.

As you recover from the fuzziness of a second orgasm, he'd taken out his cock that's basically gone numb at this point (he's not sure if that's a good thing or not), and appreciates the delectable view of how your hole has been stretched out perfectly in the shape of his cock to accommodate him so sweetly. It all screams I am Seokmin's and he fucking adores it. And you.

There's only one thing left to do. Paint you with the color white.

"You ready for me?" 

You breathlessly huff out a yes but honestly, you're unsure if you will be able to handle another peak without passing out. Seokmin soothes you, whispering that this will be the last one for this round accompanied by two chaste kisses on each of your shoulder blades. So wonderful and perfect, he reminds and suddenly you can do anything he asked of you.

Which is good because he's finally snapping his hips hard and fast with better ability, drilling into your warm, wet pussy he calls his that confirms that ownership itself with filthy noises of agreement and gushes of more arousal. You moan out a mix of yes, yours, and his name — growing so fucked out that when he asks you where you want him to cum, all you do is feebly bounce your asscheeks against his abs when he refuses to move.

"Shit, you gotta tell me now or I'll… fuck, I'll do it inside. I-I know you're on the pill but… "

"Please…"

"You'd look pretty with it all over your back but also spilling out of your pussy… "

"If you don't cum right now anywhere… I'll cry."

"You're already crying." His thumb brushes at the trail of tears that spilled over your eyelids.

"Seokmin…!"

"'m sorry, let me give you what you want."

His hips resume slamming at a rapid pace, hitting deep within that magic bundle of nerves without fail. Stars swim in your vision and the mind-numbing pressure twisting in your lower gut builds up without warning.

It's a silent scream this time and a peak that doesn't seem to end. As your body violently shudders and shakes for what feels like hours at its intensity, Seokmin's release is triggered. Gently thrusting as you spasm around him, milking his cock as it starts to fill you up with a comforting warmth. In a daze, he's forced out by the end of your explosive orgasm and watches with a slack jaw in awe.

He's managed to leave beautiful lines of white across your ass and back as intended. Though the bit he'd left inside of you is mostly expelled by you squirting and coating his thighs with your release, if he looks close enough, there are still globs of cream left around the outer lips of your cunt that has him groaning.

"This is better than what I've dreamt about."

"Of course. Real thing is always better."

"In this case, yes." 

"… Do you still think I'm sweet?"

"… Somehow, yes."

Seokmin laughs as you collapse flat against the bed. You need to clean up but both of you can afford to rest a little first. He lays down next to you on his side, bringing you into his arms and you immediately snuggle your face into his chest before fixing him with a serious gaze.

"I don't get it."

He stiffens in fear. "Wh-what?"

"You fucked your previous partners, right?"

"Um… most… of them… "

"Like this?"

"Uh… " he narrows his eyes. "What… what do you mean?"

"There's no way they would've wanted to let you go if you got a stroke game and stamina this good. Unless you were just too much of a beast in the sheets — which I could understand."

His arms tighten around you. "I'm sorry, did I go too hard on you? I just didn't wanna cum too fast."

"No, you're insane but it was… incredible. You're the unreal one here."

"Didn't expect that when you harassed me about my abs, huh?"

"I did not harass you and of course not, did you?"

"No, but… I'm glad it did. You… don't…  you don't regret it, do you?"

"No, why would I?" He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief which has you raising an eyebrow but you continue on. "I don't get why they didn't try harder to stick around. I mean you're perfect. In all aspects. I one-hundred-percent mean that."

"They weren't you, though. I'm sincere when I say you've always been the one. I was just afraid…" 

"You're a damn good actor, you know that. I had no idea."

Your favorite smile beams at you. "I did major in theater. And we're both kinda idiots."

You slap at his chest playfully and he covers your hand with his. "I like you too, you know that? Like really mean it when I say I do. Even if you just obliterated my fucking vagina out of existence."

"There's no way, I most certainly did not." He kisses your forehead. "'cause you still have to ride me like promised."

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Your eyes close, ignoring Seokmin's gasp of shock and protests about cleaning up. He can tell you're pretty exhausted and acquiesces, shifting you into a position more comfortable for you to be able to doze off for a bit.

But you take that opportunity to spring to life, sucking the nastiest hickey on his neck right above his silver chain. One that will take weeks to heal. He lets out a moan as you do it and when you back away, the atmosphere has heated up again.

"You're giving me a hard time," he points out with an eyebrow wiggle and you giggle. 

Urging him to roll over, you lug your aching limbs up and over so you can straddle his upper body. Adding more and more love marks and bites on his chest, neck, and arms. It's your turn to stake a hushed claim of mine whispered into his ears that you nip at. And he giggles, loving the attention you're showering him with.

His cock is stirring to life under your ministrations as is another pool of arousal swirling in your gut. Despite the hiss of oversensitivity and slight pain you both feel, you ease his length back inside. Nearly crying out because this new angle means he's stuffed in you even more, you don't know if he can fit until you're gasping in relief once you're successful.

He tentatively brushes his fingers against the bulge that appears in your lower tummy, wanton moans erupting from both of you at the gesture. It sends chills down your spine and you shiver.

"Gonna have to help me move, dunno if I have enough strength to make your dreams come true."

"S'kay, we have forever to act them out again and again," he reassures you which erases your pout. "You'll get used to me with enough practice."

"You think so?"

"Well, we can only test that theory to make sure."

You giggle as he pulls you in for a tender kiss by the back of your neck. "You're naughtier than I could've ever imagined."

"But you love it. You love me." His smug look only grows at your agreeing hum and when he flexes his abs. "Now, shall we see if all the work I put into my abs is worth it, babe?"

onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©

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sprinkles and surprises : y.jh

word count | 1.6k

pairing | baker!jeonghan (svt) x gender neutral reader

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff fluff fluff, established relationship au

summary: in which jeonghan doesn’t trust anyone but himself to make your birthday cake.

a/n: happy birthday hana @soonshuas 🥺 you are so, so loved and appreciated, and i wish you nothing but the absolute best moving forward :bweep: ily very much 💗💗

Of all his years of running his own bakery, there was no order that was too big of a challenge for Jeonghan. No matter how outlandish or seemingly unachievable the request, he was always able to bring his customers’ visions to life one way or another because—well, he’s Yoon Jeonghan.

Until the time has come to make your cake.

When your boyfriend declared to you that he was going to be in charge of creating your birthday cake, you were blissfully unaware of the looming pressure he secretly held up on his shoulders. This isn’t just any cake, it’s yours. It has to be nothing short of perfection.

Knowing just how stressed Jeonghan is about such a task, his assistant baker Chan even suggested letting someone else make your cake, an idea that was shot down quicker than their industrial stand mixer could whip eggs. Jeonghan found the idea simply ridiculous, what is another highly-trained professional with years’ worth of experience going to know? He’s the one who knows what you like.

“Besides,” he grumbles in an effort to convince the younger boy, “no one else has the most important ingredient for this cake.”

Chan cocks an eyebrow at him, curious. “Which is?”

“My love.”

“Oh my God,” Chan mutters, carding a hand through his thick dark hair in disbelief, “that’s the sappiest thing I’ve heard you say in all my years working here. People are right, love does change you.”

“You mean like how you turn into a bumbling idiot whenever Bucket Hat Girl comes in to get her croissants?”

Chan freezes like a deer in headlights, mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he struggles to come up with a retort. Finally, he mumbles some lame excuse about having to go check on the muffins and disappears into the kitchen.

The victorious smile is wiped off Jeonghan’s face, however, the moment he turns back to his notepad, cakes of various designs sketched onto the pages yet not one stands out to him. They’re just simply not good enough, not good enough for his wonderful partner of many, many years who he sees himself spending the rest of his life with.

As he absentmindedly taps his pencil against the thick stack of paper, Jeonghan has to admit—he’s gotten a lot cheesier in the past few years.

And it’s all your fault.

It’s far past midnight when you find Jeonghan still sketching away at the kitchen island.

“You’re not going to bed?” you mumble, voice dipped in sleepiness as you lean against the doorframe of the hallway that leads to the rest of your apartment.

The soft light of the kitchen makes his hair glow like golden silk as he smiles apologetically. God, that smile; it’s no wonder that you have such a hard time being mad at him whenever he pulls yet another harmless prank on you, one flash of that angelic smile in your direction has you melting into a puddle on the floor, your annoyance all but forgotten even if it was feigned in the first place.

“No, not yet. But I’m almost done, promise,” he reassures.

You start making your way towards him, only to lurch into a halt when Jeonghan jolts immediately as though struck by lightning, hastily flipping his sketchbook shut and pressing his palms to the cover almost protectively. “Hey!”

“I wasn’t trying to peek!” you defend, “but I guess I’ll leave since you don’t seem to want your good-night kiss—”

“No, wait!” Jeonghan pouts, bottom lip jutting out childishly as he reaches out and makes grabby hands at you, “come back.”

Laughing softly, you gladly oblige. The sound of your slippers dragging across the floor reverberates through the quiet room while you shuffle over to him. Your body slots perfectly into Jeonghan’s outstretched arms, and a content smile stretches across your face when you feel them wrap around your midriff. Jeonghan tilts his head up to look at you and smiles, the little scrunch of his nose too endearing for your heart to possibly withstand. Your years together have done nothing but strengthen your relationship; love and Jeonghan are synonymous, there is no one without the other anymore.

You gently brush his hair away from his eyes, molten pools of chocolate that drown you in his love. “I’ll love anything you make as I have with all the cakes you’ve made me before. It’s just my birthday, you’re not selling it or anything.”

Jeonghan refutes with a shake of his head. “That’s what makes it even more special, more worthy of my dedication.”

You lean down to capture his lips in a sweet kiss, hands carding through the soft strands of his hair. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?”

“Yes, boss,” he teases with a playful glint in his eyes. He doesn’t want to let go—he’d kiss you for hours if he could—but it’s late and you have work early tomorrow, so he loosens his arms around you reluctantly until they fall at his sides. “Now go to bed.”

“Yes, boss,” you mimic, giving him one last lingering glance before padding back to your shared bedroom. Jeonghan watches you leave, your chosen sleepwear of his college sweatshirt and the tiger-print sweatpants Soonyoung gifted him as a joke causes his eyes to crinkle with equal parts of amusement and fondness.

His love for you is truly his greatest muse. Inspired, he picks up his pencil and flips his sketchbook back to the page he was previously on, the scratching of lead against paper filling the tranquil silence.

“Okay, you can look now.”

Your eyes flutter open, and a pleasant smile plays on your lips as you take in the sight—a cake in the shape of a taller cylinder coated evenly in a layer of white frosting with sprigs of rosemary and thyme decorating the equally minimalistic cake stand, as though he had plucked it right out of a professional catalogue.

“I still don’t know how you get the frosting to look so smooth,” you marvel, admiring the flawless surface of the cake from every angle, “and I see you’ve gone for a minimalistic theme this year, very classy.”

Jeonghan’s eyes twinkle. “Sort of. Why don’t you cut it open?”

The look you give him is eager and giddy as you accept the cake knife he hands you. You’re met with some resistance as you cut a slice into the cake with brows furrowed in concentration, a stunned gasp escaping you when you nudge the pieces apart to find sprinkles and chocolates of every colour imaginable cascading from the centre.

“Jeonghan, this is… wow…”

“Surprise!” he beams, “you didn’t think I’d just give you a plain white cake, did you?”

“I will admit that I’ve come to learn that you are always full of surprises.” The smile on your face falters a bit when the knife presses against something hard, and Jeonghan’s breath hitches as he watches you prod at the waterfall of candies with your fork, the excitement your delighted reaction had brought dissipating into pure nerves. Anytime now…

It doesn’t take long for you to dig out the culprit—a capsule the size of half your thumb snuggly tucked among the sprinkles. You peer at your boyfriend curiously, a silent request for some sort of elaboration, which earns you a rather stiff nod from him as he tells you, “Open it.”

So you do. You fiddle with the plastic capsule in an attempt to crack it open, eyes widening when a tiny roll of paper falls out into your palm.

Heart ramming against your rib cage, your fingers slowly unfurl the message. Despite the anxiousness and adrenaline coursing through his veins, Jeonghan’s eyes never leave you. In that moment, he wishes he was a mind reader because he’s unable to derive any other emotion from your expression other than shock. You scan the words once, then again, and again; your shaky hand accidentally lets go of one end of the paper, causing it to curl up into a roll once more. You straighten it, reading the question yet again for good measure to ensure your eyes aren’t playing some twisted trick on you.

Barely able to process everything, you finally look up at Jeonghan to find that he’s already moved to your side and on one knee. His hands are trembling as he holds up a small velvet box, the ring nestled in the cushion glints brilliantly in the light while your vision clouds with unshed tears.

“I prepared a speech I was gonna say to you now, but… I’m so nervous now that I think my mind just went blank,” he admits shyly, nerves easing a bit when your giggle reaches his ears, “I wanted this to be special, something you’d remember for the rest of your life.”

“Well, I definitely will, no doubt about it,” you choke out through your tears, “I was right—you really are full of surprises, Yoon Jeonghan.”

He smiles. There it is again, the angelic glow that follows him around wherever he goes. “Is that a ‘yes’, then?”

“You haven’t asked me properly yet,” you tease with twinkling eyes, “the paper doesn’t count.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” Jeonghan laughs before clearing his throat. “Will you make me the happiest man on Earth, and marry me?”

The hushed “yes” barely leaves you before you’re pressing your lips to his, pouring all the emotions consuming you into the gesture as he reciprocates immediately. Neither of you can help smiling into the kiss as your lips mould together and move in tandem perfectly.

“I take it that this is yet another glowing review from a happy customer for me?” Jeonghan muses when the two of you part. You scoff, but are unable to mask your unbridled happiness as you rest your forehead on his.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I didn’t pay for it, did it?”

a/n: hehe thank you so much for reading!!! 💗💗 feedback is greatly, greatly appreciated and i’d love to hear your thoughts 🥺 happy seungkwan & hana day hehe <3333

also to my friends please do not mention chan and bucket hat girl this is not about him this is about jeonghana 🧎🏻‍♀️