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Poor Girl... | 五条 Satoru

★ 𝑀dni, 𝑠mut, 𝑝ost-sex & 𝑠uggestive 𝑙anguage. [c1cy's bookshelf]

𝐺ojo used to call your pussy "poor thing" every time he finished with it, whether with his tongue or with his majestically large cock.

Every time he had sex with you, Satoru begged you to let him cum inside, asked if you were okay, and always prioritized your arousal more and more. And when you said you were tired, even wanting sex, Gojo respected you and did what he hated most: finish it off with his own hands.

Satoru lay on the bed, but with his head raised, his hands holding his head, looking at the center of your spread legs. One of the hands supporting Gojo's head was soaked; you had just come right there. His chin, with its very fair skin, still bore traces of your pleasure, because he wanted to suck up all of your ecstasy.

Gojo looked at your recently sensitive pussy, then his clear eyes traveled up, passing over your abdomen and then your slightly open mouth, drawing in the available oxygen from that room, and finally reaching your eyes, noticing how exhausted he had left you.

Satoru smiled with his perfectly aligned white teeth, and laughed at the same time, the warm air escaping from his thin lips brushing against your wet pussy.

"Poor little girl..." he didn't touch you, afraid that, in the state you were in, you would bury his head there again and make you orgasm once more that night. "Who did this to you, hm?" A brief pause to laugh sarcastically at the situation you were in. “Oh yeah… it was me. Sorry, my little girl…”

“Don’t worry, next time I’ll treat you with more affection, okay? You just have to ask your mistress to let me work alone, she really wants me. Isn’t that right, my love?” The last question was for you:

“Shut up, Gojo. Oh... Fuck!” You said, with clearly feigned anger. He lightly ran the tip of his tongue over your clit, looking at you without breaking eye contact. You went to grab his white hair to plunge him in there again, but Satoru held you back, now able to work without interruptions.

“I love it when you moan for me, my love.”

[c1cy]

https://www.tumblr.com/m4ryszz/807310203409367040/%F0%93%82%83-heeseung-smut-mdni-oral-m-femreader-o

umm hi idk if ur aware but im 100% sure this is ur work translated

Hi! I'm m4ryszz too. This account is for reposting some stories from there to here, but in English!

[c1cy]

𓂃 Heeseung smut, mdni, oral (m), fem!reader.

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The sun had just set as you knelt on the light wood floor of your living room. The half-open window allowed the frigid night breeze to brush against your back and Heeseung's chest. The curtain rustled against the wall, making a low noise. Lee sat on the sofa, legs spread, thighs bristling from the light touch of your hands against his pale skin, one hand gripping the back of the sofa and the other running his fingers through your hair.

You bit your lower lip as you felt Heeseung's erection right in your hand, the large bulge filling your mouth and sending shivers down your spine. Heeseung let out a deep, but soft groan of agony, fearing you would swallow him whole.

Your curious little fingers pulled down his shorts. Heeseung helped you by taking off his clothes faster. All that remained was his light-colored Calvin Klein briefs, your favorite of all his own.

Even though the light was low, almost dark, you could perfectly see a darker, circular mark on his underwear. You bit your lip, sliding your hand to massage his hardened penis lightly and slowly. Your face lifted, looking into Heeseung's eyes, your face flushed, your mouth slightly open, and a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead. Your hand continued its light rhythm, your fingers gripping the waistband of his light-colored underwear, lowering it slowly. "H-hmmm…" Heeseung growled softly, a deep moan escaping his throat.

You lowered his underwear, looking directly at his large penis, which extended past your lips with pre-cum dripping down the glans. You licked your lips, which were now full of saliva, looking into Lee's dark eyes.

Your hand grasped his erect member, your tongue slipped out of your mouth, your warm, soft tongue slowly licking the head in circular motions, already tasting the pre-cum that had previously dripped down. Your hand moved up and down like a caress along his penis, slowly descending to his scrotum, not forgetting it. Heeseung gasped the moment you started sucking him, trembling and throwing his head back, practically collapsing onto the sofa. His hand tied your hair into a ponytail so as not to hurt you, lowering your head even further, making his penis enter your throat almost entirely. You pulled away quickly, coughing softly because of the sudden length going down your throat, your eyes watering.

You continued, taking his hard member in your hand, your tongue falling out of your mouth again, full of saliva, and you remained still, waiting for the saliva to drip onto the reddened head, sucking it on your own, going in and out quickly.

Your hand, which was practically masturbating him, slid to Heeseung's hip, holding him tighter, and your head lowered even further, sucking him with more fervor. Heeseung gasped more, his moans mingling with the burning, rough breath emanating from him. His thighs trembled, his feet tapping anxiously on the floor.

His cock pumped deeper and deeper in your mouth. He groaned pleasurably, loud enough to make it clear what was happening. "Fuck, just like that…" his voice was now more hoarse. Your throat tightened around it, squeezing the tip and making him groan deeply.

He noticed your sweaty, flushed face, catching your breath. You straightened your hair once more, fixing yourself up, while Hee masturbated, the sound of his hand pulsing his own cock was spectacular.

Your lips parted as you caught your breath. He let go of your hair to hold his own cock, pressing its thick head against your tongue as he caressed the rest of its thickness. Looking at him, you realize he wasn't so different from you, his lips equally parted as he breathed heavily.

Heeseung bit his lower lip again, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. His abdomen was flexing as he masturbated a little faster over your tongue.

He tilted his head back, releasing all the semen into your mouth, dripping down your cheek and some falling onto your shirt. You swallowed what he gave you, slowly wiping the corner of your mouth with your index finger, without taking your eyes off him.

[sunshyni-deactivated20260309]

olá, sunny! Feliz Ano novooooooo

por favorzinho, poderia escrever algo com o Kai do txt? é tão achar algo dele bom de se ler

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huening kai × fem!reader | namoradinhos | fluff | w.c: ~0.6k | descalça numa ilha, é tão mágico ♪

❀࿐notinha da sun: feliz (quase) ano novo, amorrr 😭 eu fiquei MUITO animada pra responder essa, porque eu sei que quase nunca falo de TXT nesse blog, but o Kai é meu bias desde os primórdios de Cat & Dog, tá? KKKKKKK. É isto! Espero que vocês gostem — beijocas, amo vocês, um cheiro pra todxs vocês, gostosxs! 💖

— Seu pai pratica apicultura? — foi você mesma que mostrou aquele meme pela primeira vez pro Kai e, coincidentemente, foi a primeira a usar com ele também, embora soubesse que outras pessoas já tinham elogiado a beleza do pai dele. Kai fez menção de que iria levantar dramaticamente e você puxou-o com carinho, plantando um beijinho na boca dele quando voltou com o quadril pra canga em que vocês estavam.

— Viu? É por isso que eu não ia mostrar meu pai — ele riu, olhando pro mar, apoiado sobre os cotovelos, enquanto você o venerava com os olhos, deitada na canga com estampa espalhafatosa. Sentou-se, roubando a atenção dele da linha do horizonte para os seus olhos, mas pra Kai era tão hipnotizante quanto.

— Que foi? Olhos de cigana dissimulada — você sorriu com a citação do livro de Machado de Assis. Releu Dom Casmurro, que tinha lido no ensino médio por causa de uma lista de uma faculdade pública, com Kai, e você adorava contemplar as expressões indignadas dele. Obviamente, como qualquer bom leitor, Kai também estava no time “Capitu não traiu” e Bentinho só era convincente demais.

— Teu sangue maranhense tá brotando cada vez mais, hein, hula-hula? — Kai riu. Amava e odiava quando você o chamava daquele apelido idiota que tinha pegado, mas sabia que era o seu jeitinho de dizer que amava ele. Ficava feliz que, a cada dia que passava, Kai ficava mais próximo de um brasileirinho. — Vou encomendar seu CPF.

Kai te olhou, dessa vez sério, o que era uma novidade, porque a maior parte das vezes que ele te olhava era pra te provocar, dizer alguma coisa louca ou idiota, porque ele se sentia confortável em te questionar sobre a função do bidê no banheiro antigo da casa de praia da sua família.

— Vou precisar mesmo, já que quero colocar uma aliança aí — ele apontou pra sua mão, a destinada pra aliança de casamento, que você sempre se confundia. Beijou o seu dedinho, e você sorriu, achando aquilo brega, mas lindo. As coisas mais românticas do mundo eram bregas, e as pessoas só achavam lindas porque se entregavam pra total breguisse, como você fazia agora.

— Por favor — você sorriu, ficando de joelhos pra segurar o rosto espetacular dele. Os olhos, o nariz empinadinho, as maçãs do rosto, os lábios… Tudo parecia ter sido arquitetado por Deus de um jeito tão especial que você começava a se questionar se a entidade divina tinha mesmo preferidos.

Ou ele podia ser, sei lá, um anjo. Seu anjo da guarda. Um anjo caído que não aguentou só te observar de longe e agora beijava a sua boca sempre que dava vontade — o que era tipo o tempo todo.

— Por que você é tão lindo? — Kai sorriu, fazendo careta enquanto você segurava o rosto dele, tentando transformar a feição serena, digna de um modelo, em alguma coisa com menos beleza, mas até sendo besta ele era perfeitinho. — Eu te odeio.

— Te odeio mais — ele enfatizou, resvalando os lábios nos teus devagarinho, só testando o terreno. Seus olhos se fecharam no mesmo instante só com o toque suave; a brisa do mar, calma e serena como vocês dois, tocava seu rosto quente.

— Hula-hula… — você o chamou num sussurro quente. Kai sorriu na sua boca. Ele nunca sabia onde apoiar as mãos, ficava nervoso quando tinha certeza de que queria mais de você, e você achava aquilo fofo. Com gentileza, pôs as mãos dele na sua cintura; Kai subia e descia devagar, decorando seus contornos como se quisesse desenhá-los, as bocas numa sintonia invejável.

— Marca na sua agenda: a gente se casa no próximo verão… melhor, daqui uns cinco dias. É tempo suficiente, né? — você sorriu, envolvendo o pescoço dele com os braços, o cabelo molhado dele encostando na sua testa.

— Vou ver seu pai? — Kai te beliscou, e você abriu a boca com a audácia. É claro que ele aproveitou pra te pegar desprevenida com um beijo roubado, que foi se encaixando aos pouquinhos.

— Vou pensar no seu caso, Capitu.

[c1cy]

Little Claws | Park Jongseong

fluffy, one shot. [c1cy's bookshelf]

You close the car door carefully, the muted sound blending with the low music playing on the radio. Jay turns his head almost automatically, that corner smile appearing before he even realizes why.

— you took a while… — he says, but stops mid-sentence when his eyes drop.

Your hands rest on your lap. Your new nails shine under the soft dashboard light — long, perfectly done, eye-catching in the exact way he loves.

— no way… — he lets out a quiet laugh, leaning closer. — you did them.

You lift your hands slowly, pretending not to care.

— did what?

Jay rolls his eyes, already reaching for you.

— your little claws.

The way he says it is affectionate, almost proud. He holds your fingers gently, like they’re something precious, turning your hand from side to side, looking at every detail.

— look at this… — he murmurs. — they’re beautiful.

You feel his thumb slide softly along the side of your finger, slow enough to clearly not be accidental. Jay leans in closer, focused, as if he’s truly examining them… but you know that look.

— I swear you do this just to tease me — he says quietly.

— me? never — you reply, laughing.

He chuckles under his breath, then brings your hand to his lips. The kiss he places there is slow, lingering, warm enough to make your stomach flip. A kiss with no rush.

Then another. Moving upward.

Wrist. Back of your hand.

Jay looks up at you while he does it, like he wants to see exactly what he’s doing to you. When he gets close enough, he pauses for a second.

— may I? — he asks, almost in a whisper.

You don’t even answer. You just lean in.

The kiss on your lips starts soft and calm, the kind that makes the world go quiet for a few seconds. His hand still holds yours, fingers interlaced carefully — respecting the claws, of course.

When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours and smiles in that silly way only you get to see.

— definitely… — he murmurs. — my favorite little claws.

And you realize that sometimes, all you need is this: a parked car, fresh nails, and the way he always makes you feel special.

thanks for reading~~

[c1cy]

Hi everyone!! Thank you so much for 50 followers! I'm very happy and I hope that in the future we can reach 100 followers. Thank you so much!

- cicy~~

[c1cy]

Lip Balm | Martin E.

fluffy, kisses, f!reader. c1cy bookshelf

— babe, can you lend me that little lip balm? — martin walked into the room, leaning against the doorframe while watching you finish fixing your hair.

— lip balm? which one? — you looked at him, clearly unsure of what he meant. maybe it could be a tinted one, but why would martin ask for a pink lipstick?

— the clear one, babe. you use it all the time. it tastes like chocolate.

you smiled without even noticing, reaching for the little box open on top of the dresser.

— hmm… this one? — you asked, picking up the clear lip balm and rolling it between your fingers. — you don’t even like this kind of thing.

martin shrugged, still leaning against the door, wearing that lazy little smile that always showed up when he wanted something.

— i like the way it looks on you — he said simply. — and the taste too.

you let out a soft laugh, standing up from the chair and walking toward him. before handing it over, you opened it and applied a quick layer to your lips, just to tease him. martin followed every movement with his eyes, way too focused for someone pretending not to care.

— here — you held it out to him. — now you can use it.

— you’re making things harder, babe.

he took the lip balm, but didn’t apply it. instead, he stepped closer, closing the space between you. the scent of his shampoo mixed with the sweet smell of the balm made your stomach flutter.

— huh, weren’t you going to use it? — you teased.

— i was — he replied, tilting his head slightly. — but i prefer it this way.

before you could say anything, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. it was soft, almost shy, but enough to make you smile. when he pulled away, he brushed his thumb over his own lips, like he was checking.

— see? — he said, satisfied. — definitely tastes like chocolate.

— did you ask for the lip balm just for that? — you asked, pretending to be offended.

— maybe — he smirked. — I needed an excuse to kiss you.

you rolled your eyes, but grabbed his shirt this time, leaving a longer kiss, the kind that warms your chest.

— idiot.

— your idiot — he corrected, resting his forehead against yours.

the little lip balm was forgotten in his hand as you stayed there, trading slow, gentle kisses, with no rush at all — like the whole world fit inside that room.

[c1cy]

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Chilly - LHS

... 18+ - LHS

Nerdy - PSH

Beach - NRK

Most Beautiful - NRK

Little Claws - PJS

𓂃 BoyNextDoor

Sweatshirt - Han Taesan

𓂃 Riize

Spa - Anton Lee

𓂃 Cortis

Lip Balm - Martin P.

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Poor Girl - Gojou Satoru

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[m4ryszz]

oi mores!! acho que teve um mal entendido sobre meu perfil em inglês, o @c1cy

eu basicamente posto obras minhas aqui em português, lá em inglês!

(só tô falando isso pq eu recebi um comentário dizendo q a obra n era minga e tals, mas é sim, viu??)

[c1cy]

spa | anton lee

𓂃 Kisses | post-tiring day massage | f!reader | fluffy | anton is my biasssss [😭]

I apologize for disappearing again! I promise I'll try to be around more often.

You heard the soft click of the key turning in the lock, and your heart immediately softened. The apartment was quiet, bathed in the golden glow of the lamps, with a faint scent of lavender still hanging in the air. When the door opened, Anton appeared — shoulders low, face tired, his eyes dim but still holding that gentle look that always melted you.

“Hey, love…” he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion.

You smiled, stepping closer until the scent of him filled the space between you. “Hi, my baby.” Your fingers brushed his cheek before you pulled him into a kiss — slow, lingering, the kind that makes the world slow down. He leaned into you, breathing deeply against your lips, and you felt the tension in his body start to fade.

When you finally pulled back, you whispered softly, “Go take a shower, okay? I’ll take care of the rest.”

Anton raised an eyebrow, too tired to argue but with that faint little smirk on his lips. “You’re up to something.”

“Go, before I drag you there myself,” you teased, and he let out a low laugh.

While he showered, you got the room ready. The curtains half-drawn, the bedside lamp glowing warmly, soft music playing quietly. On the nightstand — massage cream and a fresh towel, part of your secret “Anton recovery mission.”

When he came back, hair damp, towel slung over one shoulder, you smiled at him.

“Lie down for me, okay? Trust me on this.”

He looked curious but obeyed. He took off his shirt slowly, and the heat from the shower still clung to his skin.

“Like this?” he asked, lying down on his stomach.

“Perfect.” You sat on top of him gently, spreading the cool cream across his back. His skin twitched at the temperature, and a low sound escaped his throat.

You began slow, steady movements — kneading away the tension from his shoulders, down his spine, along his lower back. Every so often, you left tiny kisses on his skin.

“Tough day?” you asked softly.

“A little,” he murmured into the pillow. “But… it’s getting better now.”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. The quiet that followed was filled with comfort. Little by little, his body loosened under your hands, until you could feel him sinking into pure calm.

After a while, you thought he had fallen asleep. His breathing had gone deep and even, and you leaned down to kiss the spot between his shoulder blades. You were just about to get up and wash your hands when he suddenly reached back and caught your wrist.

“Stay,” he mumbled, half-asleep.

“I just need to wash my hands, baby,” you whispered with a small laugh.

“Then be quick,” he said, cracking one sleepy eye open. “Don’t leave me.”

You chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

A few minutes later, you returned. He’d shifted onto his side, covers pulled up to his waist, waiting for you. The moment you lay down, Anton reached out and pulled you close, fitting his body against yours as if the space between you didn’t exist.

He settled with his head resting against your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist — holding you like you were his favorite teddy bear. You laughed quietly and stroked his damp hair, your fingers moving in slow, gentle circles.

“Feeling better now?” you whispered.

“Much better,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re my favorite place in the world.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His body relaxed completely, heavy with warmth and sleep.

The room fell silent — only your breathing filling the air. Anton drifted off first, still holding you tightly around the waist, his face calm and peaceful. You kept running your fingers through his hair until your own eyes began to close.

The last thing you felt before sleep took you was his arms hugging you a little tighter — as if the whole world could fit right there, in that soft, quiet love you shared.

[c1cy]

Beach | 西村 Riki

𓂃 lots of kisses, beach couple, all - nighter with your bf, super cliché, fluffy, LOTS of kisses!

𖤐 Guys, I'm so sorry for leaving you, I missed you. I hope you like it!!

The beach was quiet, only the sound of the waves keeping you company. The sky wasn’t pitch-black anymore; the stars were fading, but there was still some time before dawn. You were carrying the blanket in your arms when you glanced at Riki walking beside you, lightly kicking the sand with his sneakers.

— I can’t believe you actually convinced me to spend the whole night out here, — he said with a crooked smile. — What if I fall asleep before the sunrise?

— You won’t, — you answered, laughing. — I won’t let you.

He raised his eyebrow in a playful way.

— And what exactly will you do if I doze off?

— I’ll poke you until you wake up, — you teased, spreading the blanket onto the sand. — Problem solved.

His easygoing way made you giggle, and soon the two of you were lying down side by side. The breeze was cool, brushing against your skin, but it felt oddly comforting. For a while, you both just stared up at the sky, listening to the endless rhythm of the waves.

Riki turned his head after a few minutes and simply watched you. You felt his gaze and ended up laughing nervously.

— What? — you asked, tugging the blanket up to cover a bit more of the two of you.

— Nothing… — he murmured, still staring softly. — It’s just… I can’t believe I’m really here with you.

Your cheeks grew warm, and you looked back at the sky to avoid his eyes. But when you turned to him again, his face was closer, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

— Can I? — he whispered, as if afraid to ruin the moment.

You only nodded, and that was enough. Riki leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss started soft, tentative, like he was learning, but the quiet sigh he let out made you smile against his mouth. His hand found your waist, pulling you closer, and you felt your heart flutter.

The kiss deepened naturally, his tongue brushing against yours, careful yet filled with a quiet eagerness. It wasn’t rushed, but it was impossible to ignore how much he wanted to stay close. Between kisses, you both laughed, your lips bumping clumsily until he nibbled your bottom lip and chuckled against your mouth.

— Sorry… — he said, pressing his forehead to yours. — I’m kind of nervous.

— Me too, — you admitted with a small smile. — But it feels nice, doesn’t it?

— It feels perfect, — he answered, before kissing you again, slower this time, as if he had all the time in the world.

The night drifted on like that — whispered conversations, silly jokes, soft laughter, and stolen kisses. Sometimes, you didn’t even talk; you just lay on the blanket, listening to the waves, enjoying each other’s warmth. The chill of the night didn’t matter anymore; what mattered was how close you were.

When the first colors of sunrise finally stretched across the horizon, Riki pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest.

— Told you I’d make it, — he said with a proud smile. — And I even got a bunch of kisses out of it.

You laughed, lifting your face to give him another small kiss — brief, sweet, like a silent “good morning.”

And just like that, with the sun rising before you, you both realized that sometimes the most natural things are also the most special: sharing the night, the silence, the laughter… and especially those endless kisses that didn’t seem to have a time limit.

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