high dosage of smut

## writing every flavour of hot mess: kpop, anime, game characters and more! 20s

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ꪆৎ standing doggystyle with reader wearing just a kameez mdni

he’s got the fabric of your kameez bunched tightly in his fist as he ruts into you from behind, using it as leverage as he drives himself into you. you brace both hands against the wall, fingers splayed against the cool surface as you steady yourself.

“mgh, f-uck.” you try to muffle the noises escaping your parted lips by nuzzling your face into your arm, but you aren’t very successful. as you feel his pace quicken, his fingertips digging into your skin, you find yourself leaning your head against the wall to steady yourself.

he groans into your clothed shoulder, his tip buried deep inside you, only to pull out before slamming right back into you, your body jerking forward from the immense pleasure he was giving you.

every thrust he delivers sends waves of pleasure throughout you and you swear you could see stars whenever you close your eyes. you squeeze your walls around his length, a shaky breath falling from your lips, and you have to lean your upper body against the wall as your body begins to tremble, just to ground yourself.

you cry out his name as you curl your toes when you feel a familiar knot building in your core. your brows are furrowed and your breathing uneven as he ruthlessly pounds into you.

“hnghh, fuck, fuck,fuck... don’t stop, don’t stop.” your pleas tumble from your lips, the words breathless and desperate, as though he would ever consider stopping.

“wasn’t fuckin’ planning on, babe.” he leans closer, pressing his bare torso against your clothed back. the fistful of fabric still in his hand and later you might find yourself complaining about the ruined seams along the side from his tugging and rough movements.

your orgasm hits you hard. mouth parted as you gasp, pushing yourself onto the tips of your feel, unsure if your body trembling to get away from him or if you’re pushing your ass against his hips.

he cums too, his grip loosening on your kameez but hips firmly pressed against yours as not to waste a single drop of cum. he can feel your pussy squeeze around him, as your climax pushed throughout your entire body.

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ꪆৎ high sex with sukuna mdni

the room feels like it’s spinning and your tongue feels like tv static. your focus falls from the grey ceiling to the man kneeling between your thighs on the bed.

in the dim lighting of his bedroom, the marks on his chest look like they’re moving the longer you stare at them.

earlier in the day, when he mentioned he was planning on smoking and wondered if you wanted to be dropped home early or stay for the session, you’d happily chose the second option. why? well, because you enjoyed smoking with sukuna and not because that one of your closest friends had recently got high and had sex, sharing how great the experience felt. well, maybe a little bit of that too.

she enthusiastically shared the experience with you as you listened, slowly sipping away at your coffee as she dished out all the juicy details. that conversation sparked some curiosity in you and soon had you pondering whether to bring it up with sukuna or push it to the back of your mind.

clearly your curiosity outweighed any other feeling, as you hesitantly brought it up with the tall, pink haired man you’d been seeing. he gave you a rather strange look before agreeing in a low tone and now here you are.

“am i being loud?” you ask for the fifth time, cautious of his apartment’s thin walls and he laughs before reassuring you.

“you’re whispering, dumbie.” he mumbles against your neck as you let out a shaky breathe. he’s leaving a trail of wet kisses from just below your ear, down your neck and stopping just above the fabric of your t-shirt. “how are you feeling?”

“like... i’m floating.” you answer, a light chuckle following your words.

you feel his hands move from your hips, underneath your t-shirt, his cold finger tips tracing your waist, the feeling sending shivers down your spine, as they move higher and higher-

until they reach your bra.

“arch your back for me.” his voice low and your body instinctively listens to him, arching without a second thought as his hand moves behind, undoing your bra. then he goes for the edge of your tee, pushing it all the way up to your shoulders, exposing your chest to the cold air of the room.

your arms now rest above your head, your shirt and bra still around them, almost like a restraint.

sukuna hums before taking one of the sensitive buds into his mouth, looking up at you with mischievous eyes as his tongue swirls around it. the warm of his mouth, erupts a shaky breathe from your lips as you carefully watch him.

he truly takes his time, teasing you to your wit’s end. when he’s done with one, his mouth moves onto the other one, his fingers playing with the previous one. he’s a little rough but it feels good.

and it’s only when you moan his name, brows furrowed like you were being denied something, because you were, that his fingers momentarily stop their movement. you’re practically pushing your t-shirt and bra off your arms, careless movements not letting you progress much, as you lean slightly forward to-

“easy now.” he chuckles, his hand still on your bare chest. oh, he has the audacity to laugh at a time like now?

you glare at him, breath uneven, and he only seems more entertained by it. like this was exactly the reaction he’d been waiting for.

but sukuna doesn’t keep you waiting for too long. his tall figure towering over you as he further pushes apart your thighs.

you watch one of his hands move to his sweats, the other planted near your waist on the bed, as he pulls out his cock. precum already decorating the pink tip and sukuna gives it a few strokes before he lines it up with your heat, brushing it from hole to clit as your body trembles.

“so wet for me.”

heat creeps up onto your face and for a moment, you feel like you can’t breathe.

however, it’s only when he pushes his length into that you, that your breathe catches into your throat. your body stills as your gummy walls clench around his dick that you realise that you feel way more sensitive that usually and you’re possibly the wettest you've been. was this all thanks to the blunt you’d smoked earlier?

“breathe, baby.”

you gasp rather loudly, unaware your brain had drifted off that you hadn’t been breathing the whole time.

sukuna leans down, kissing you as he pushed the last couples inches into you, completely filling you up and you whimper against his lips from the stretch.

he pulls back his hips, only to press himself right against you, his tip is almost kissing your cervix and you have to grab a handful of the bedsheets to ground yourself.

it feels so fucking good.

soon, the sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your own breathless noises as sukuna focuses on setting a pace that has your eyes rolling back. it doesn’t take him much effort.

when that familiar, electrifying heat begins to build, you find yourself pulling him closer, if that were even possible. your legs tighten around his sides before wrapping securely around his waist.

when your orgasm finally crashes over you, the overwhelming sensation washes through your body like a tidal wave, drawing a cry of sukuna’s name from your lips. your entire body shudders, lingering tremors following in its wake as wave after wave courses through you. the way your body tenses around him is enough to make him-

sukuna lets out a low grunt as he reaches his climax.

“‘kuna...” you whisper breathlessly against his shoulder, his frame still pressed firmly against yours. the lingering warmth nearly coaxes another wave of pleasure from you, leaving you clinging to him as you struggle to catch your breath. “more... please.”

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edging noé for the first time mdni

“it’ll feel good.” your words come out like a promise, sweet and innocent.

but there was nothing sweet nor innocent about the way your hips moved over noé’s clothed bulge, his cock aching to be let free from the restraining fabric.

you hum, a sly smile painted on your lips as you move, hovering over his lap, with both knees firmly planted on either side of him. you tilt his head back ever so slightly by his chin before letting your hand move up to cup the side of his face. “what do you say?”

he looks at you with those puppy eyes, begging for more. “please.” the word falls from his lips like a plea, his brows furrowed and lips parted as he gasps.

soon you’re leading him to your bedroom by his hand and noé follows, stumbling behind you. flustered and hot, as he watches you undress down to your underwear and bra.

and then you kiss him. slowly. your almost naked body pressed against his clothed one and your hands cupping his face so gently. you can feel the hesitancy in the way noé places his hands on your hips, his finger tips cold against your warmth.

noé tilts his head, deepening the kiss and before he realises, he’s pulling you closer. the both of you move closer to your bed, with the same level of clumsiness as earlier, until the the back of your legs are against the bedframe.

you break the kiss and let yourself fall onto the bed. the soft duvet beneath you feels cool against your bare thighs and you part them, letting the boy in front of you move closer.

after losing his own clothes on the bedroom floor, noé leans down and continues kissing you, two hands planted on either side of you. he feels you pull away, only to notice you had pulled yourself further up on the mattress for him. he watches your thumbs hook around you underwear band, slipping the cotton garment off your hips and down your thighs, were then he tugs it off completely.

his breath is hot against your neck as he hovers over you, a knee carefully placed between you thighs, nudging at you core. it takes a lot of self control on your end to not grind against his thigh but when you place a wet kiss on your neck, a rather cold hand palming at your chest, you arch your back off the bed. the moan that escapes your lips is loud and needy.

when his face is between your thighs, you grab a fistful of his white hair, careful to not be too harsh as you guide his mouth to your heat and he licks albeit with a certain level of hesitation.

you whimper.

he does it again. this time with more confidence, his nose nudging at you clit. he places a kiss on your sensitive bud, then another and before you know it, you feel light sucks that make your thighs tremble.

once he’s licked, sucked and brought you to your high, body shaking slightly as you gasped his name. hands still twisting in his messy strands, guiding him back up as you let him kiss you.

your other hand travels down to line him up and he gently pushes him inside you. the stretch is delicious and you’re glad he doesn’t take note of the muffled moans the kiss conceals.

“noé!” you cry once he bottoms out, your walls clenching around his length and oh fuck-

he could just cum from this feeling alone.

but no, he was going to let you edge him. you did say it would feel good after all.

and fuck, were you right.

he whimpered at first, feeling you push him away by his arms and the loss of your warmth wrapped around his cock. his growing climax quickly disappearing just as fast as it was building up, but then you’re guiding him back moments later.

his thrusts are more sloppy this time. his cock barely pulling out before he pushes it back in and you swear his tip kisses your cervix a few times.

your second orgasm builds up much quicker than the last. sweet moans and whimpers falling from your lips with each thrust he delivers.

when noé reaches his climax, shooting white ropes of his cum deep inside you, he whimpers. both his hands that were planted on either side of your shoulders are now trembling and he’s still thrusting long after he’s came.

“did it feel good?” you’re still breathless when you ask him and the way he struggles to meet your eyes as he answers is almost too cute.

“mhm, i wanna do it again...”

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distraction

ꪆৎ summary: haechan wants to get your attention whilst you’re playing on your computer and he does, you just have to keep a little quiet.

ꪆৎ pairing: haechan x afab!reader

ꪆৎ warnings: smut, established relationship au, content warning: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, biting, mention of blood once but nothing graphic (reader bites their lip), swearing, mdni.

ꪆৎ word count: 1.7k

ꪆৎ authors note: this is a repost!! enjoy reading <3

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“One left.” 

“M’kay.” Mumbling as your fingers furiously tap on the keys of your keyboard, eyes glued on your computer. You’re so focused on the monitor screen that you don’t even hear your room door opening. 

In enters your boyfriend, tiredness engulfing his body like a blanket as he drops his bag on the floor with a loud thud. His eyes wandered over to your figure hunched over in the chair, still facing your game. Your chair hadn’t moved in his direction in even the slightest, to acknowledge his presence and this has his lips in a frown. 

Instead of dramatically draping his arms over your shoulders and whining, like he usually would; Haechan chooses to flop down, face first into your bed. Ruining your rather-poorly made bed but he was a little too tired to care about that. 

“He’s right behind you, behind you!” Your shouts are followed by a cheer of victory as you recline back in your chair and your teammate lets out his yells of success too. A big smile paints your face and Haechan raises his head, thinking you’re finally finished gaming for the day but-

“Another round?” You cheerfully pipe up, hopeful for a similar success and Haechan finds himself pouting like a puppy as he looks at you. All the while, you remain clueless about the boy messing up your bedsheets. 

A few clicks later, you’ve begun the next round and whilst you’re talking to your teammate, an idea pops up in your boyfriend’s head. It was rather… risky and Haechan hadn’t done something like this before, but it seemed like a great way to get your attention. 

So the boy rises to his feet, a mischievous smirk planted on his face as he approaches your desk. Grabbing your chair, swivelling it just enough so your screen was still in your view and falling to his knees. 

“Oh, Haechan, hi-” Your greeting is quickly silenced with a light shush and you give him a strange look, confused as to why he hushed you instead of not returning it. 

Haechan’s hands come up to your shorts, fingers hooking over the soft material as your teammates ask. 

“Is Haechan there?” 

“Uh…” You continue to stare at the boy in question and he shakes his head. “No? I, just… received a message from him… right now.” The lie escapes your mouth without a second thought but your teammate doesn’t pry further. 

“Stand up.” Haechan mouths, gesturing upwards with his finger once he’s realised that he isn’t able to remove your shorts like this. 

“What? Why?” You knit your eyebrows, speaking in a low tone, unsure of what business he had with removing your shorts but the voice coming through your headphones thinks you’re speaking to him.

“Please.”

“Oh, nothin- don’t worry about it…” You reply, following Haechan’s instructions all the whilst you maintain your hands on the keyboard. Your eyes wander back to the screen but when Haechan yanks both your shorts and underwear down, a loud gasp leaves your mouth. Audible to not just Haechan but your teammate too and his concerned voice coming from your headphones, only makes you feel embarrassed. 

“You okay?” 

“Ye-yeah, I just-” 

Haechan urges your back into your seat with a single push and that earns him a rather foul gaze but the boy brushes it off. Pushing apart your legs, Haechan goes to bury his face in between them until he is stopped.

“What are you doing?” You whisper-yell at him, a hand slammed on his forehead that prevented him from coming closer and you tug your hoodie to cover your naked lower half. Your voice is high enough for Haechan’s ears but falls deafen on your teammate’s ears, fortunately. 

“Getting your attention.” Haechan is straight forward with his reply and the smug look on his face is enough to get your riled up. The clothing he’s taken off your lower half is dropped in his lap and you press your thighs together, partially out of embarrassment. You hadn’t done something like this whilst you were on a call.

“Wha-Ah!” Both your legs are pushed up on the armrest and now partly cramped underneath your desk, Haechan tugs the chair closer. Heat rushes to your face as you look down at him but he’s looking elsewhere… 

Back to your headphones, your teammate’s call of your name draws your attention back to the game. “Uh, yeah- sorry, I just…” Your hands reach over to your mouse and keyboard, albeit in a hesitant manner as you try to ignore the hot breath Haechan was blowing at your naked core.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” His voice was laced with even more concern than the previous time. Surely your teammate would figure out if you weren’t quiet?

“Mhm…” You respond with a slightly shaky tone as Haechan places a kiss on your inner thigh. One kiss, then another even closer to your core and then another, until he places one right on your clit. A few more kisses are placed on your thighs and as Haechan wraps his arms around them, moving both thighs onto his shoulders as he buries his face in between. 

Then with his hands resting over your lower torso, he licks a strip from your hole to your clit and smiles against your clit when you shudder under his touch. His wet tongue begins to make a mess as he moves it up and down your slit, making your twitch with pleasure. Haechan isn't worried about the mess it’ll leave on your chair, you could clean it afterwards. Maybe, he’ll get you to clean it with your tongue…

You had managed to keep yourself on the quiet side so far, but when Haechan decides to push his tongue into you, you let out a shaky gasp. Unfortunately, your mic picks up and your teammate chuckles. 

Unaware of whatever was taking place under your desk, he makes a comment about the players of the other team which falls on your deaf ears. 

You’re too focused on trying to keep quiet, your teeth sinking into your lower lip with such force that you’re surprised you hadn’t drawn out blood yet. Your face seems to get hotter by the second or maybe it just feels like that too you. 

Haechan hums against your centre, making your thighs tighten around his head but Haechan pushes them apart, just for his comfort. Moving his head back until he was able to place his mouth on the middle of your inner thigh and sink his teeth into your skin. 

You flinch, a squeak falls from your lips and beneath the desk Haechan laughs to himself. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You rush to apologise, but not to Haechan. “I just remembered something… I needed to do earlier.” 

“Liar.” Haechan mouths as he places a kiss over the area he’d bitten and you press your thighs together once again, with the intention to annoy your boyfriend.

It’s only afterwards, when Haechan slides a hand over your core and begins using his palm, do you realise it was a bad idea to mess with him in this position. 

You’re doubled over, eyes closed and your hand over the keyboard becomes idle. On the other hand, Haechan is aumsed with his doings, a little surprised at how well you had kept quiet but that was something he could change. 

Moving the palm of his hand to push two fingers inside of you, but he doesn’t neglect your clit. His other hand resting on his lower torso comes even lower so that his thumb could draw circles over your clit. 

A trembling whimper falls from your mouth and the mic manages to pick it up. Only after, do you shove your lower face in your arm, eyes glazing over to the monitor screen as you attempt to continue the game. If you were idle for too long, surely your teammate would notice?

Spreading apart his fingers inside of you before you feel Haechan add a third and this has you biting onto the fabric of your hoodie. Though the noises from your mouth are muffled, the low squelching coming from under the desk seemed to be getting louder. Not loud enough to be picked up by your mic yet and now you can only hope your teammate is clueless as to what’s got you distracted this round.

To your luck, he starts talking again and fortunately it’s not a question that comes from his mouth this time, asking if you were okay. His voice drowns out the wet noises as he speaks about the positioning of the other team and you can’t believe you’re quietly listening to him whilst getting fingered by your boyfriend. The embarrassment of getting caught keeps you silent for the most part and you just want the round to be over, whether you two won or not. 

The feeling of an orgasm builds up, the knot tightens in your stomach and you can feel your eyes get teary. For whatever reason, you’re holding your breath but that only heightens the pleasure you’re feeling. 

“Focus on your game.” Haechan sings in a small voice and you try to do that but proves difficult when he’s gone back to using his tongue again.

“I’m down-” Your teammate’s voice draws your attention back to the computer screen, this time for more than five seconds as your fingers resume the keyboard.

“I got it.” Your tone sounded confident, whilst you were falling apart on Haechan’s fingers and tongue. You manage to revive your teammate with success, albeit that being the only helpful progress you had made in the game. However, luck did not seem to be on his side and in less than a moment his character falls once again, bringing you down too.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, I’m down and- ah…” 

Your monitor displayed the words ‘DEFEAT’ across the top and you take this as a chance to tend to the situation unfolding under your desk. 

“Be right back.” You speak so quickly, you doubt he’d actually processed the words as you disconnect from the call. You practically throw your headphones off before grabbing the boy from the hair and pushing your core into his mouth, chasing your climax with such desperation. “I hate you… so much.” You mindlessly moan in a low voice as you reach your climax. 

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any angle, any position

ꪆৎ summary: after suguru replies to your snap with “you look good any angle, any position”, you hold him to his word.

ꪆৎ pairing: suguru x afab!reader

ꪆৎ warnings: smut, sending nudes, mentions of hickeys, nipple play, missionary, little mention of edging, prone bone, light mention of hair pulling, unprotected sex, mdni

ꪆৎ word count: 1.1k

ꪆৎ authors note: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVELYS!! <3 i got this idea a couple months ago because my weird little fwb situationship replied to a snap with “you look good any angle, any position” and my brain immediately went: oh, bet. so yeah… blame him. or thank him. either works.

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And send. 

You watch as he opens it soon after, biting at your lower lip as you anticipate his reply. 

Would he like it? He did say this colour looked great on you…

Your hand subconsciously goes to your bra, adjusting the strap on your shoulder as you watch your screen. You’d just purchased the garment, a certain level of eagerness fuelled your body as you stripped down before clicking a quick picture in front of your mirror. 

Suguru replies not too long after, complementing how good you looked wearing it and you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. Immediately rolling onto your back, innocently posing with a finger resting against your lower lip as you take another picture. 

Your thumbs move fast as you type: does this look good?

He reacts with a heart to that one, before replying: you look good any angle any position

Heat rushes to your cheeks, as you type: careful ill hold you to your words

And you do. 

It’s only a couple days later on the weekend when Suguru’s at your apartment. His shirt is on the floor within minutes of walking through the front door and his hands move from your waist to your hips as he kisses you with an amount of confidence that has you soaking your panties. 

You’ve got that same bra on from a few days ago, hidden beneath an oversized tee and with the shorts you’re wearing. The coldness of the night clings onto your legs but the heat he’s got you feeling is quick to spread.

The two of you stumble into your bedroom, not breaking the kiss until the back of Suguru’s legs hit your bed before you playfully push the man down onto the mattress. The t-shirt is off your body in one swift movement and you discard it on your bedroom floor, before leaning down. 

Suguru’s eyes fall from your face to your chest as he notices the familiar garment. He leans on his elbows to get a better view of you in the dim lighting. 

“You look good, any angle, any position.” You smirk, recalling his text from a couple days ago. With a knee between his legs on the mattress, you steady yourself before moving your lips to his neck. 

“That you do.” He groans in agreement when you suck on his fair skin as a hand reaches out to tug one of the straps off your shoulder. 

When your lips find their way back to his, you kiss him. You don’t even notice the other strap falling off your shoulder until Suguru’s tugging the garment lower and your nipples peak from beneath the expensive lace. 

His thumb draws small circles on your sensitive buds and you gasp into the kiss. His touch is cold and he’s clearly enjoying the noises you’re making, smiling against your lips. 

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The remaining of the clothes are soon hastily removed, chucked to the floor or tossed aside. Suguru’s towering over you, both hands holding the back of your knees and almost folding you in half. 

His lips are still glistening from lapping at your heat until your back was arching off the mattress and you were a gasping mess. He’s slow when pushing his tip inside you, being so gentle you almost forget that you two aren’t more than just friends with benefits. 

You let out something between a sigh and a moan, letting your head comfortably fall on your pillow as he pushes the remaining of his cock into you. You moan, your own hands squeezing at your chest as your walls adjust around his length. Squeezing him just enough to erupt a few grunts from the man towering over you in your own bed. 

Suguru doesn’t neglect your clit. His thumb brushes against the bud, his palm resting against your lower abdomen, his touch feather-like as he begins to move. His hips set a nice pace but it’s taking him a huge amount of self control to not just pound into you. Your hands are settled over his as he thrusts into you, your bedroom soon full of his uneven breathing and your broken whimpers. 

“O-oh… S-suguru…” You can already feel the pleasure building and the angle he’s thrusting into you is hitting that sweet spot inside of you with such expertise. “Feels so good…”

You moan his name again but Suguru’s quick to muffle your noises with a kiss. Both of your hands travel to his shoulders, settling your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss; moaning against his lips as your legs tremble against his body. 

His other hand stays put, rubbing your clit and making your body quiver with pleasure. He only breaks the kiss to hear your sweet voice moan his name. 

“Can you move onto your front for me?” Suguru’s request is so polite against your lips, you comply without a second thought, ignoring your fading climax and how you are almost gasping from the loss of touch. He helps you with one hand, the other still pumping his cock that’s now coated in your slick. 

Once you’re on your stomach, he instructs you to cross your legs before pushing his cock back into you. The stretch is delicious. You whimper, hands grabbing onto the bedsheets under you, as if to steady you and you can feel your eyes roll back from the pleasure. 

Suguru lets out a grunt as he continues thrusting into you, a firm hand planted on the bed, next to you and the other gathering your hair as he gently tugs. “Look at you, baby.”

You raise your head, trying to refrain from practically humping your own mattress from the lack of touch your clit was now receiving. Your eyes land directly on the mirror propped against your bedroom wall, first on Suguru’s tousled hair before traveling lower and finally on you. 

“Told ya,” He lightly tugs your hair, making you whimper. “You look good, any angle, any position.” 

You hear Suguru’s voice from behind as his pace quickens, his thrusts getting deeper and you can’t help but cry out into the mattress. Your climax builds faster than you anticipate, arching your back and letting out broken moans. 

When you cum, brows drawn tight, mouth agape and body trembling with pleasure, he lets go of your hair. His hand sneaking its way to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud and drawing out your orgasm before his own soon follows. Shooting hot ropes of cum deep into you, groaning as your walls squeeze his cock but still delivering a few weak thrusts. 

A while later, Suguru pulls out gently, fingering any cum threatening to spill out of you, right back into you and you whimper at the touch, beginning to feel overstimulated. He places a soft kiss on your shoulder and you hum, tugging him closer by his hand. 

“Stay, we’ll clean up later.”

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