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Jumin x Reader Smut

So I was scrolling through YouTube today and found a Jumin Han perverted call (as you do) and I just wanted to write some smut that follows it.

The call basically talks about Sleeping Beauty, but Jumin……. Phew gotta prepare for this.

Jumin Han, said something along the lines of “I want to see how much you can take without opening your eyes.” And y’all… My writerussy quivered.

So, here is some smut playing on that phone call.

Jumin x Reader (fem)

Smut: Oral (fem receiving) looooooottttsssssss of teasing, fingering (fem receiving) 1.2k words

As always, no proof reading so sorry for any mistakes!!

His hand massaged your tits and his mouth worked bruises on your neck. The faint suckle of his tongue mixed with your fast breathing echoed in the room. You tried to think of other things, the ABC’s, the soft cushion of your shared bed, the smell of his shampoo, the heat between your legs. It was impossible, there was no way of not thinking about this situation. You felt almost embarrassed, talking all this nonsense, acting tough, but crumbling into an almost whimpering mess after he barely even touched you. The only thing on your mind was him. His touch, his breath, his sounds, his rules. To break Jumin Han’s rules is to break a signed contract. It comes with serious repercussions.

Noticing your legs pulling together slightly, he hummed into your neck. God. You clenched around nothing, feeling your panties already damp. He inhaled your scent before moving his hands down to your sides, squeezing your plush before raising your shirt slightly, gently pushing his hands under the fabric and his mouth lowered to mouth your breast over your clothing. He rubbed your sides for a little bit with his thumbs before lifting your slightly to undo your bra. You followed his motions, using your legs to slightly push yourself upwards, knees slightly grazing his groin by accident. His breath slightly hitched at the touch, not noticeable to most but you always picked up on his subtle cues. He slid your bra off skillfully, having done this exact motion on your many times before. Your shirt follows suit, leaving only your lower half clothed. At this point, you almost opened your eyes countless times, temporarily forgetting the rule for this play session; Keep your pretty eyes shut.

Jumin didn’t like those who disobeyed, he is very much a ‘rules are meant to be followed’ man. Very occasionally would he indulge in a brats tantrum, feeling it was a waste of time to work even in the bedroom. In order to make sure you would stay his obedient little toy, he set strict rules for every play. Rules that were broken would be paired with a punishment he would see fit. Once, you accidentally let a drop of his cum seep out, the punishment was having your hands and feet bound while he spanked you, counting all the way up to 20, cherry red cheeks on both ends and face streaming with tears. Of course, he would never go out of your comfort zone, a safe word was established at the very beginning of your sexual relationship but you have never felt the need to use it. Was it because you didn’t want to disappoint him?

Your eyelids started to hurt from how firmly you had shut them, feeling your eyelashes on your cheeks because of how tightly they were closed. You felt them move at each twitch and tug of your lids. Jumin had slowly made his way to your waistband, hands hoisting your knees on his shoulders. He flipped your skirt up slightly before blowing on your panties. The cool air of his mouth paired with your now very wet undergarments caused your legs to tense around his shoulders. He grabbed the waistband of your underwear and lifted slightly before allowing it to snap back on your skin, a slight jolt following quickly behind. You wiggled from impatience, he had not given a command to stay still, just to keep your eyes closed. He chuckled slightly before moving a hand to hold up your thigh, thumb running along your slit. He stopped just above your clit making you hold your breath. He resumed his movements, slow and lazy circles over your clits electing a quiet whimper from your mouth. The warmth of his hand on your thigh was comforting, it paired amazingly with the sensation on your clit, now becoming more intense as his motions sped up slightly. He could feel your hole clenching and relaxing, your pussy fluttering at his motions and the thought of his eyes looking at your most vulnerable parts. You could almost feel the laser sensation of his gaze on your cunt. Suddenly, his movements stopped. You stayed still in fear of what would happen if you complained too much. Would he not let you cum at all?

Then, you felt his thumb hook on your panties and move them aside, exposing your soft, slick folds. Trying to control your breathing, you felt his other hand move towards your pussy, soon two fingers slipping in your hole, welcomed in a warm, tight embrace. You let out a moan as he fully inserted his index and middle finger inside you, curling slightly at your gummy spot. Your head shot forward, eyes still squeezed shut as tightly as possible as he pumped his fingers inside you, a slow and steady pace that was almost agonizing. You wanted him to speed up, even just a little, wanting a more constant stimulation on your sweet part. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes were fixated on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and nose, your slightly parted lips, your furrowed brows. He was waiting for you to slip up, though he always cheered you on, wanting you to be his good girl, he knew the things that would make you crumble in an instant. He would sometimes let you win, but was today one of those days?

He slightly sped up his fingers, your head dropping back and letting out another, slightly louder moan followed by heavy breaths. You orgasm slowly approaching as he continued his pace in and out of you. He decided, this time he would let you win while still breaking you. He would purposely not look at your face as you came undone.

His fingers pumped in and out as your pussy started to clamp down on him, your high approaching closer and closer until you felt a warm, wet sensation on your clit. Your eyes shot open as a premature orgasm shot through you. His tongue rubbing your clit up and down, slightly humming at the taste of you on his tongue. His fingers curling perfectly timed with his thrust, his thrusts now perfectly timed with the fluttering of your pussy. You grabbed onto the bed sheets and closed your mouth, a scream muffled by you biting on your lips and you shut your eyes tightly again, riding out your high, bucking into his mouth slightly.

He stopped when you started to pull away from his mouth, pulling himself off you and sitting on his knees staring down at your panties, still slightly pulled to the side, your skirt, still slightly flipped upwards, and your chest, heaving from your orgasm. Your forearm now covered your eyes, head slightly faced to the side, completely worn out. He grabbed a tissue from the night stand and wiped his fingers and face clean. You heard the movement but didn’t even move your arm to look, still coming down from your high. You felt a hand on your head, petting your hair as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You’re my obedient toy aren’t you, Y/N?”

You didn’t want to ruin this moment so you didn’t respond. What was one broken rule going to do anyways?

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Ray x Reader Comfort

As I mentioned before I have started to play mystic messenger again again, and this time I am taking the V/Ray route and Ray is just a broken boy wanting love, my favorite *-*

Now, Seven will always have my heart but his brother needs love as well!! I have not finished the route and there will be some spoilers in this, I also am on V’s route and do not know the end to Rays route so that may show in the writing but I just wanted to self indulge for a second.

Context: Ray has left Mint Eye and is living with you but he is experiencing withdrawal from the Elixir and anxiety from leaving Rika so you try to comfort him.

Ray x Reader (gender not specified)

Comfort: Lots of cuddles, 840 words

No proof reading as usual, sorry for any mistakes!

He was quiet for the most part, his breathing deep and far apart. His hair was so soft, the roots that bright fiery red that always appeared in his baby photos. He decided to grow out his natural color after dating you, wanting to forget about Mint Eye. You massaged his head, occasionally playing with his hair and rubbing it between your fingers. Your arm had started to fall asleep from the weight of his head but you didn’t dare move. Ray has always had issues sleeping, night terrors visiting him every night and keeping him awake, but this was the first time in a long time he was able to sleep without interruption for an hour. After leaving Rika, his thoughts of worthlessness and anxiety plagued his heads, the side effects of not taking the elixir worsening his thoughts. He spent a lot of his days crying, he mentioned even darker thoughts, thoughts that would cause harm to himself. You decided to stay home with him until he was able to overcome these. He felt bad when he learned you were staying home from work and friends because of him, but telling him that as long as he would make you coffee in the morning you would forgive him. You didn’t really care for coffee, but the thoughts of being helpful filled Ray with happiness. He felt that by making you coffee in the morning and being useful in any way would keep you happy with him. And because of this, you became a regular coffee drinker.

Suddenly, Ray started to stir in his sleep. He became twitchy, his legs resembling faintly of running motions, a quiet whine coming from his throat. You made sure to pull him in tighter, restricting his movements, like a swaddle for a baby. Moving your hand to his back, you slowly rubbed it up and down, his shirt feeling slightly damp from the sweat accumulating on his body, you presumed from the nightmare he was having. Softly humming to create a soothing vibration in his head, you felt him slightly relax again, his head falling up and down on your chest, his hair ticking your chin. You were becoming tired, but you didn’t want to sleep. If you were asleep you couldn’t monitor his sleep, you couldn’t see if he was having one of those night terrors again. One side effect of the elixir for Ray, both on and off it, is pouding, agonizing headaches. This also stopped him from sleeping for hours, his body being resistant to pain meds after using them so often for so long. Something that sort of calmed them was warm showers and head massages. The water and strategic pressure helped his muscles relax. He felt terrible at first, not wanting you to service him in such ways, but after pretending to be incredibly hurt by his actions, he finally let you pamper him every night before bed. Of course, seeing him in pain hurt you. Anyone would agree, seeing your partner in pain and not being able to do anything is one of the most painful things in the world, so it wasn't really an act when he refused your help. Just as much as he wanted to be helpful to you, you wanted to be helpful to him. Hearing Ray’s soft breathing, the occasional twitch of his arms, the warmth of his body pressed on yours, you felt yourself start to slip away into your own dreamland. You willed yourself to stay awake, to stay with him a little longer. Eventually, you couldn’t stay awake anymore without moving. As your eyes started to shut, your arms relaxing, the last thing you remember was Ray’s head pressed against your chest and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

The sound of birds chirping, the light in your eyes, and the smell of coffee woke you up. The bed felt strangely cold, your arms empty, and your chest oddly light. You heard Ray’s light footsteps as he approached the shared bedroom. He quietly opened the door, testing to see if you were awake. When he saw your eyes open and looking out the window, sleep still written all over your face, he offered a soft “good morning” as he approached your side, coffee cup in hand. He gently placed it on the nightstand beside you, waiting for you to respond, a ‘good morning’ or a ‘command’, anything just to hear your voice. Instead, you looked at his face, his eye bags still as prominent as before, but his skin looking so soft and flawless, a slight smile and an expectant look in his eyes. You reached your arms out for him, first confused, but soon understanding the meaning, he crawled into bed with you. He laid his head on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, breathing slow and deep. This was the paradise that Ray was truly looking for, and the same for you. This was right, beautiful, and pure bliss.

This was your elixir.

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Zen x ‘Dom’ Reader

I started playing mystic messenger again again cause I’m lonely af but I have all the ending I want (literally just 707’s good ending) but it always makes me want to write so here we are with some Zen spicy time!!

So my take on Zen when it comes to being intimate is that his ego would not allow him to be on the receiving end much, even if you were to be giving him head hed be fingering you or y’all would be in the good ol’ 69 position and you would be returning the favor. But not this time baby boy ;)

Zen x Reader (no gender specified) 1k words

Smut: Male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving) reader ‘dom’

No proof reading as usual so sorry for any mistakes

His breathing was labored and heavy, it was the only noise in the room besides the noises coming from your mouth fucking his pink cock. He was trying so hard not to come again, both for his pride and because it felt too good to end here. Zen was a good 6 ½ inches, something he took pride in, being above the average in everything he did, but this also meant taking him in your mouth wasn’t the easiest thing. Because you couldn’t take all of him you used one hand to run up and down his shaft following the movements of you mouth and the other to fondle his balls, occasionally pulling off his dick and replacing the hand on his balls with your tongue, swirling around the squishy mass and watching his tones legs tense and eye screw shut. The pleasure was clouding his mind, his ego being set aside for the time being, his hands clenched in fists behind his back to stop from pushing your head down. It was always a fear of yours for someone to have control over your head while giving head, it was established at the beginning of your relationship and Zen always kept it in mind, but this was the hardest challenge he had faced so far. The start of this whole situation was normal, you riding him on the couch after he got back from practice, the smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat was just too much for you to handle and he had been pretty stressed lately so he didn’t mind all that much when you pulled him onto the sofa with you, straddling him before he could even fully removes his sweats and boxers. He guided your hips up and down, squeezing your ass as he bit into your neck, sending you through that amazing high he always manages to do so easily. The fluttering and squeezing of your hole making him follow soon after. His head was still in a fog when you jumped off him and grabbed the base of his dick and started devouring it, humming at the taste of both of your tastes. A high pitched and surprised moan escaped him as he looked down at you. He quickly moved to touch you, to try and insert his fingers in your hole and fondle your sweet spot like he normally would. You moved away, off the couch, and in between his legs fully. He was having trouble processing the situation and tried to grab under your arms to readjust you so he could touch you as well. You grounded yourself by moving your arms under his knees, harshly sucking on his tip making him gasp and pull back. Once you were sure he would not try to move you again you put your elbows on his thighs to stop them from moving. Followed by your hand practically suffocating the base of his cock so he couldn’t cum again too quickly. He winced at the slight discomfort at first but soon fell back into pure bliss, your mouth working wonders in all the places that get to him the most. Confused, he looked down at you to see you intently watching his every move, to see what made him tremble and what made him melt. He felt a weird sensation, was this embarrassment? Zen has never been embarrassed before, he’s always been self assured in everything he has done, but being in such a vulnerable position, under the gaze of who he would like to consider his soulmate, it was a weird feeling. Suddenly, his head feel back again, his labored breathing turning into strangled grunts sending butterflies into your stomach. His legs were tensing and his hands shot out to grab your head. At first, you were scared of the sudden jerky movements his hands made you do, but after finding some sort of rhythm (or as best as he could manage with a fogged head) you calmed down a little, knowing Zen would never do anything to hurt you. He just felt too good, you felt too good, he couldn’t stop. For some reason, you felt a strange sense of pride, making him forget about everything, even the one rule you two had, and making him melt just with your mouth. His grunts became louder, more frequent, your head moving faster and faster along his cock, his grip in your head and hair becoming stronger and slightly painful. You could feel with your hand on his balls that he was reaching his end soon. You took any chance you could to catch your breath, holding out for him, tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he shoved his full length down your throat, his cum shooting down your throat causing you to cough and gag, the contractions gripping his tip in just the right way, causing a strangled moan to escape his throat. He held your head there for a few seconds before you started to quickly tap on his thighs and resist his hands with your head. He snapped back relatively quickly hearing your struggle and quickly pulled your head up. Your coughs and gasps for air made his heart race more than the activity you two just finished, feeling immense guilt from what he just did. He sank down to the floor with you, asking if you wanted water while rubbing your back, you shook your head, wishing you could tell him it was okay and you enjoyed it. After a few minutes of coughing and catching your breath, you looked at your worried fiance and gave a weak smile. You could see some worry leave his face. You reached for a hug and he grasped you tightly, still clearing your throat you giggled and shoved your face into his neck, breathing him in. He felt more at ease but vowed quietly to never lose control like that again. It came as no surprise that you were the only one that could damage his ego by barely doing a thing.

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Yoosung just trying to game

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Yoosung has a tiny dick that I’d like to suck on like a lollipop.

No proof reading

Gender non-specific

Yoosung x Y/N

Yoosung is gaming with Seven and Zen but you wanna playing a game with just your boyfriend ;)

Normally he was loud and energetic, non stop talking and yelling. He was very vocal in everything he did. That’s why 707 asked why he was so quiet.

“No reason, just tired.” Yoosung managed to say through clenched teeth, his fist tightening for a second before landing back on the keyboard. Some sweat had formed on his forehead but he didn’t dare stop playing. He wanted to get this match over with and stop talking to 707 and Zen as soon as possible.

“Where’s Y/N? They normally play with us.” Zen asked. Normally if Yoosung was online you were right there beside him playing. But not today. Today, instead, you wanted to play a game with just you and Yoosung. So when he logged on and called you into the room, he was surprised that you walked past your chair and crawled under his desk, this mischievous look on your face that he feared to question.

“What are yo-“ he stopped mid sentence, your hand slowly caressing his dick through his sweatpants. Having already started the call with Zen and Seven, you just mouthed as to not interrupt.

“Play.”

He swallowed deep and opened up LOLOL. You outlined his shape before slowly pulling his pants down, him lifting his hip to help before sitting back down, now in just his boxers. He shivered as your hands ran up and down his thighs slowly, feeling them tense and goose bumps form. He was far enough away from the desk that you could see his face if you laid your head on his thigh, so you did. He flinched and glanced nervously at you and all you could do was smile innocently.

“Yoosung dude what the fuck?” Seven said after Yoosung died only 30 seconds into the match.

“Sorry!” He said rushed and high pitched as you pulled his dick from the slit in his boxers. He had started to harden thanks to your teasing and you felt satisfaction wave through your being. Stroking his dick slowly, you watched his reactions intensely, the way his brows furrowed, the way he bit his lip trying to keep quiet, the way his muscles tensed trying to stay still.

Cute

It was his fault honestly. His reactions were so cute. Every time you touched him he always gave you a cute response. How were you supposed to control yourself around him?

After seeing some sweat droplets form on his face you decided to take it a step further. Suddenly, Yoosung felt your throat clench around his tip. He let out a strangled whimper which made Seven question his reaction.

“What happened?” Seven asked sort of preoccupied in the game.

“Nothing. Just wasn’t expECTING…. Them.” His voice cracked and raised as your tongue danced around him, cheeks hollowing around his length. He shut his eyes tightly when he felt your hand grab his balls, massaging them gently. He took a deep breath before cutting his gaming session short.

“Sorry guys I have to help Y/N.” He said rushed before hanging up and turning his computer off. Once his friend could no longer hear him his head fell back and mouth open letting out a high pitched moan, his orgasm quickly approaching. His hands clenched his arm rests as he looked down at you, your cute face and innocent eyes looking back at him as you were mercilessly sucking him off. The sight alone was enough to make him finish with a high pitched and strangled “SHIT!”

As you pulled off him, looking him in the eye, a drop of his cum fell from your mouth. Using your finger to sweep it back in before swallowing, you smiled at him with feigned innocence. He was still catching his breath as he looked at you, feeling his cock twitch at the sight.

God, what was he going to do with you?

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Yoosung has a cute tiny dick that I would like to suck on like a lollipop. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

Purely smut, absolutely no plot

Yoosung x Fem reader

I didn’t proof read as always so sorry for any errors

His whimpers and uneven breaths filled the room, mixing with the lewd sounds of your mouth swallowing his cock. He bit his bottom lip trying to keep the noises desperately trying to escape inside of him but with little success. The heat between your legs becoming more and more unbearable. Yes, he had eaten you out and fingered you, bringing out two orgasms before you were even allowed to touch him, but that didn’t stop your needy body from earning for the real thing. He was not big by any means, but it didn’t really matter to you. Having him inside you was enough to bring a knot to your stomach and a tingle to your whole body. His dick began to twitch in your mouth indicating he was close to his end. His shallow breaths desperate for his release, but you had to hold him off, just a little longer. Your head rose off his cock and a pained whimper left his mouth. You whipped your mouth, clearing it of your saliva and his pre cum while making eye contact with him. His eyes half lidded and mouth now open taking in deep, quick breaths.

Even through his clouded eyes you could see his confusion. Normally, you would let him come when he was this desperate. Normally, after two orgasm you were too tired to continue and would just make him cum and then fall asleep afterwards. Normally, you weren’t this cruel. But he had been so unfair lately. Playing LOLOL in his free time, ignoring your advances. You were becoming impatient, wanting his attention and love. So, when he walked through the door of your shared apartment, dropping his bag and taking his shoes off at the door, you pounced. He couldn’t ignore you when he saw you in nothing but his favorite jacket, lower lips glistening from the thought of him being inside you. He realized just how much he had neglected you in that moment and he made it his mission to make it up to you. Even in this moment, when his dick was aching, the tip angry and red.

You brought your face close to his, feeling his hot breath on your cheeks. Your lips connected in a weak, sloppy kiss as your legs moved to the couch, one knee on either side of him. Lowering your hips to bring on his dick, wanting some sort of friction to relieve the building tension in your pussy. The second you rubbed against him, hot semen shot out of his cock and onto your lips and his stomach. He whined at the pleasure but you didn’t stop. He squirmed from the discomfort and tried to push you away. You resisted at first but eventually pulled back to look him in the eyes. His chest heaved trying to recover. Your hands cupped the side of his face and made him look you in the eyes.

“One more time?” You asked, but you both know it was more of a statement. His hips squirmed in disagreement but his head just nodded silently. How was he to deny you of what you wanted. He had done that enough the past few weeks, he couldn’t do it anymore. You grabbed his semi hard dick and pushed it inside of you, not giving it a chance to fully soften yet. His warm inside you caused a moan to rip through your throat, feeling full of the person you loved so much. Not wasting a moment, you raised your hips and slammed back down, a loud whimper erupting from his mouth. His cock starting to harden again as you rode him, pulsing from the overstimulation and aching from sensitivity. The sound of skin slapping encoded in your ears and your head filled with the sounds of your lover. He tried desperately to hold on until you finished, to keep his hips still and hands from pushing you off him or farther on his dick.

The knot in your stomach began to tighten and tighten and tighten. His tip hitting just the right stop in your core, pushing you over the edge until… His hips thrusted upwards as your orgasm took over. Your body giving out and falling onto him, shaking from the stimulation and from the push of his hips carrying your through your orgasm and bringing his own. Once you felt the warm liquid fill your insides, everything stopped. The only sound in the room was yours and Yoosungs pants and quite pleas for air. Happiness filled you when his arms wrapped around your waist and you felt his lips in your neck. After this tiring session, maybe you could convince him to cuddle instead of playing video games.

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I have an unhealthy addiction to this boy.

Saeyoung x Reader (fem)

Smut: Female masturbation, oral sex, vag penetration, insecure reader (Saeyoung is a little forceful at first but it all comes together in the end as to why he did what he did. Please don’t send hate, I do not promote pricing someone into an uncomfortable situation but Saeyoung was doing it so he could comfort the reader and help them in many ways)

This took a different turn from what I intended, it is sort of yandere/stalker-ish which I have never written about and don’t really read much about ssssoooooo….. Yeah. Warning again I guess.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes

His warm, soft tongue circled your clit and his fingers twisted your nipple. Your skin felt hot, so, so hot. Your chest was heaving up and down trying to fill with air. You were so close. Your voice mixing in with the lewd sounds from your pussy. Almost there. You were grateful Saeyoung had sound proofed every room in his house for privacy reasons. It's coming. “Saeyoung…”

“Y/N?” His voice seeped through the crack in the door. Your mind snapped out of its illusion, your orgasm being ruined as you hand retreated from your nub and yanked the blanket out from under you and wrapped your front.

“I’m changing! One second!” You called, scooting back farther on your bed. The only light in the room coming from the crack in the door and the dimmed lamp on the nightstand. Saeyoung had practically dragged you to his house after the hacker had broken into Rika’s apartment. He couldn’t risk losing you. Obviously, you were the party planner, RFA needed you. That’s what you told yourself anyway. Your heart was pounding, you were almost caught fantasizing about an almost complete stranger and the person who graciously let you in his house. You must be a real pervert to get off thinking about his soft red hair in your hands, his cushioned lips touching your thighs. Your eyes were wide as you waited for the door to close. Your heavy breathing reaching his ears caused him to stay.

“Are you ok Y/N? Did something happen?” He asked, sounding concerned, the door creaking open a little more. Your heart rate picked up and you brought your arms closer to your body. Your legs pushed your self closer to the headboard with their little strength. He can’t come in here! He can’t see you like this! Your hair was knotted, your stretch marks sowing, your unshaved limbs and jelly like tummy. He would be disgusted. Your breathing picked up at the thought of him seeing you like this.

“Everything is fine! Please don’t come in here!” You pleaded, your voice sounding weak and shaky, a voice that would make anyone concerned. You closed your eyes, willing the man on the other side to go away and never see this shameful sight.

“I’m coming in!” He stated while opening the door. Light hit your eyelids and you tucked your head under the blanket trying to stay out of his sight. His footsteps rushed to your side and you felt his presence just outside the thin sheet hiding you. A hand grabbed the blanket and gently pulled the fabric, Your sweaty hands clutched the blanket close to your body and you pulled yourself into a tight ball.

“You have to leave Saeyoung! Please!” You blurted. He can’t see you he can’t see you he can’t see you he can’t see you. The blanket tugged harder as he tried to get to you.

“Y/N what did you do? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, finally ripping the blanket off of your body. Your hands reached for your head, your knees pulled to your chest and feet covering your shining pussy. His eyes took in your form. He hated the fact that you were scared but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop. Your form was shaking and he could see your shoulders rise and fall with every jagged breath you took. He dropped the blanket in his hand and used it to gently touch your shoulder. You flinched and shot your head up to look at him. The fear and humiliation in his eyes sent a spear through his heart and the tears soaking your beautiful face made him internally hit himself. Nevertheless, you were stunning. Your bright eyes, soft lips, plump curves. You were everything he found beautiful stuffed into one person. Your eyes scanned his but the light prevented you from making out any features on his face.

“Don’t look… Please…” You cried softly, moving away from his hand. His figure stiffened and you could only assume he was shocked by your disgusting state. Fresh tears fell out of your eyes as you thought about your next decision. “I’ll leave by tomorrow. I’ll set up the party but you will never have to see me again. I promise.” You said shakily. Your breath speeding up and mind racing. The man in front of you felt a crack in his heart at your words. ‘Why would you leave? Why would you never see him again?’ So many things ran through his head, but he could only say one thing.

“Why?” You felt your body cringe at the question. Why did you fall for him? Why did you think you had a chance? Why would someone as disgusting and perverted as you even dare think of him in such a lewd way?

“Because you’re perfect! You’re caring, and handsome, and you always take care of everyone else, making sure they are safe even if it means spending hours and hours on end without food or sleep! You are all I’ve ever dreamed of! That’s why I did it!” You shouted all at once, your voice breaking but you didn’t care. It felt somewhat nice getting all these things off your chest. Like it was easier to breathe. After a moment of silence you realized your eyes were closed and you were still naked in front of the man you were fantasizing about just moments before. You slowly opened your eyes and started to look up at Saeyoung. You couldn’t read his face, his thoughts, everything was a mystery. Your chest was now soaked with all the tears flowing from your eyes and falling down your face. “I know you are disgusted, I know that you never will see me that way, that’s why I will leave and you will never have to see m-“ You were cut off by his lips suddenly attacking yours. With his face so close to yours you could finally see the freckles on his face, his long eyelashes that almost hit his glasses. Your brain was empty, your eyes wide and body still. ‘What is happening?’

“Close your eyes.” A husky, low whisper sounded against your lips. Blindly you obeyed the command, two hands gently pushing you down onto the bed and slowly removing your knees from your chest and hands from your head. The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed on top of you. His teeth grabbed at your bottom lip and tugged, your mouth opening slightly. His tongue wasted no time and shot into your mouth. You could feel his hands start to explore your chest, messaging your breasts and teasing your nipples. His warm tongue danced around yours and his breath caressed your face. ‘What is going on? Is this real?’ Saeyoung pulled back causing you to open your eyes.

“Please, never leave me.” He pleaded, eyes tearing up a little. You stared at him, dumbfounded at his request.

“Aren’t you disgusted?” You questioned, the tears on your face now drying and feeling cold in the air. Saeyoung looked at you, a small smile on his face as he held back tears. He removed his hand from your chest and reached for your own, slowly moving it further and further down his body until it touched something hard, something you never expected to touch.

“No. I’m not. I am so happy.” He said quietly, eyes never leaving yours. You felt your face heat up and your clit throb. ‘I made him like that?’ You thought. You slowly grabbed the outline in his jeans, moving your hand up and down slightly. Saeyoung sucked in a breath and your movements and removed his hand from yours. His eyes closed, finally feeling your touch after so long. He opened his and saw you looking at your hand, caressing his crotch, face red and embarrassed. He could feel your thighs close and your body wiggle with impatience. He lowered himself to his elbow, using his free hand to gently grab your chin and lift your face up, lips meeting in a slow kiss. He prayed you couldn’t feel his heart pounding, but also hoped if you could, you would realize just how much you meant to him.

His hand cupped your face and his thumb rubbed your cheek. His breathing was shaky from the kiss and your hand becoming more aggressive. It felt so much better than he could have ever imagined. Slowly his mouth and hand travelled down your face to your neck, to your chest, and landing on your nipples. His tongue circled your nub and his fingers rolled the other. Your hand paused its assault on his dick for a moment, head shooting back and mouth opening, a loud moan escaping your lips. Your hand started to rub his dick again, speeding up from before and applying more pressure. He let out a groan into your chest, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine and goose bumps all over your skin. His lips moved down, his body following, slowly removing his cock from your reach, your hand trailed his torso feeling the abs under his shirt. It was surprising as his diet consisted of chips and soda and he sat at a computer all day. His mouth left sloppy kisses down your stomach, making its way farther and farther down your body until his hands were gently opening your thighs.

You looked down at his face, his eyes were gentle but had a sort of need behind them. He kissed your knee, then your thigh, his hands slowly rubbing your legs to try and convince you to show yourself to him. You caved and opened your thighs, your arms immediately covering your face to hide your embarrassment. A thick smell hit the red heads nose and his entire body shuddered. ‘Finally. She is in my arms.’ His mouth led a trail of kisses, working his way from your knee to your inner thigh, stopping briefly when he met his destination. He stared at your folds, the juices from earlier having dried in the chilled air, a few days worth of hair blanketing your skin, but none of that mattered to him. You were beautiful to him no matter what you looked like or how long you had gone without shaving.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as a warm, wet muscle landed on your clit. Your hands wanting to grab his head, to push him away from the filthy part yet pull him closer to feel more of him. You felt your toes curl at the sensations coming from your sensitive pussy, still aching from your ruined orgasm. The feeling was starting to be too much, your clit was too sensitive, juices poured from your pussy as you finally came undone. Loud moans filled the air, taking over Saeyoung’s thoughts. His tongue continued to work magic on your pussy, carrying you through your high and leaving you a twitching, shaking mess. Your hands weakly pushed him away, snapping him from his thoughts and made him pull back. Your chest was heaving and your head was thrown to the side, you were completely exhausted.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, feeling an ache come from his lower region. He slowly undid his belt and released his cock from its confinements. The tip of his dick was as red as his hair, angry from neglect. He carefully wrapped his hands around it and began stroking, looking at your body completely wrecked from just his tongue. A low moan came from his mouth causing you to look at him. His hand was pumping the most beautiful dick you had ever seen. It was thick and long, the tip leaking some pre cum causing it to shine in the light. Your mouth watered at the sight and you slowly started to sit up, reaching for it.

“No no no. I can’t have you do that” Saeyoung said in a playful yet desperate voice. He ripped off his clothes and pushed you back down on the bed ignoring your whines of protest. “Another time baby. I can’t wait any longer.” He whispered into your ear, spreading your legs further apart to accommodate his hips. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed causing you to yelp at the sudden movement. Your ankles were on his shoulders, his arms holding your legs to his body. He grabbed his dick with one hand and smacked it against your folds. You both groaned at the contact, wanting more than a mere smack. He positioned himself at your entrance before slowly piercing through your hole. Your body squeezed his tip making him almost lose his mind. It was so warm and soft inside you, nothing could ever compare to it.

After ensuring he was not going to come by just putting his tip in, he slowly moved his full length in. Your hands flew to your stomach, feeling full from his dick. You moaned at the sensation, wanting to feel like this forever. Slowly, he pulled out, watching his dick leave your body now shining with juices, it was almost too much for him. The thought made him go crazy and made his hips snap back into you. The movement made your eyes shoot open, head thrown back and mouth wide open shouting lewd moans. Your voice started to bounce as he pistoned in and out of your body, losing himself in the feeling, the sight, and the noises of you. Your mind was going blank, too overcome with pleasure to even think to breath.

“Y/N… Y/N… Y/N!” Saeyoung chanted, sweat running down his form as he desperately thrusted into you. Your head turned towards the door, eyes half closed. You didn’t think you would be able to process anything at the moment, your mind was too hazy. But one thing was for sure, there was a red blinking light in the corner of the room. The same light that was on his security cameras in the living room, hallways, outside of his house. He had known what you were doing prior to this. He had seen everything. He had heard everything.

He knew everything.

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Strong

Because there aren't enough fics out there about Saeyoung being a daddy, and I'm feeling soft and maternal. Also, because @gureishi might have mentioned it. I'll say this one is slightly NSFW, only because there's a brief mention of sex and some slightly graphic talk of childbirth. If anything related to that triggers you, steer clear of this one, please.

Word Count: 1802

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Saeyoung wasn’t ready. 

Of course, they’d been preparing for weeks. Saeyoung, his wife, and her belly that seemed to get bigger by the day– the belly that was home to their miracle, their “little surprise”, their “oh-shit-are-we-really-gonna-be-parents” bundle of joy.

Their baby.

They’d opted to keep the sex of the baby a surprise, had mulled (argued) over names, over what color to paint the nursery, over what size diapers they should buy more of than the others. They had endured weeks of morning sickness that bled into afternoon and evening sickness, that led to most days of the week being spent kneeling in front of the toilet or throwing up just after a meal. There was scary weight loss at first, peeing every thirty minutes, and fatigue.

God, she was tired. 

Saeyoung helped by always being around for her to rest her head on his shoulder. He learned to recognize the look in her eye when she wanted to nod off, and would rush to her side and kiss her cheek and ruffle her hair. “Come sit down, babe. I’ll rub your feet as long as they don’t smell like they did yesterday.” She’d swat his chest and nestle close. He would rub her feet, of course– feet that swelled over the months just the same as her belly did– and she would be snoring within minutes, chin tucked against his chest, arms limp around his waist.

Saeyoung thought the first few weeks were the hardest, and perhaps in a sense he was right. Life as they knew it so far had taken a drastic turn. Though he was a grown adult man in a grown adult relationship (for the most part) he realized he knew absolutely nothing about pregnancy or babies or womens bodies beyond what his wife had so generously shown him in their intimate moments. So, they read books about pregnancy together. He attended every doctor’s appointment, asked the important questions (How much sex is too much sex? Can I still take her driving in my fastest car? Will my penis hurt the baby? Are Honey Butter Chips safe for pregnancy?) and always made sure he had the fridge stocked with the crispy dill pickle spears and cream cheese so her 1:00 AM cravings were always, always satisfied.

After the first few weeks settled down and most of his questions had been answered, they both seemed to calm down. Her morning sickness finally gave her a break, and though she was still tired frequently, she noticed some wonderful changes: her friends told her she was glowing, and she was! Her skin was radiant and moisturized, and her cheeks boasted a natural, permanent blush. Her hair grew shinier and thicker, thanks to the vitamins the doctor had prescribed.

Her breasts swelled too, much to Saeyoung’s delight. The added volume was a welcome addition to her increased libido, and the second trimester left Saeyoung feeling tired because she was positively insatiable in the bedroom. 

“Babe...we literally just did it.”

“And I’m telling you…” she would sing, stroking languidly between his legs, “that I want to do it again.”

The day came, though, when Saeyoung rolled over and pressed his length into the swell of her backside, only to hear her quiet sniffles and feel her shift away from him. She pulled the blanket up over her head and held it tight so he couldn’t see her.

“No.”

He dove under the blankets from the bottom then, tickling the soles of her feet (only to be shooed away with a swift kick to the forehead). So he vaulted over her and smooched all over her face beneath the sheets until he heard a muffled, tearful giggle.

“Babe.”

“What?” she asked weakly, revealing her blotchy, tear-streaked face.

Saeyoung was horrified. He combed his fingers through his fluffy morning hair and pushed his glasses up on top of his head. “What did I do?”

“You put this baby in me,” she whispered as a fresh stream of tears fell from her eyes. “I’m so fat and miserable.”

His mouth fell open, and he found it difficult to express what he wanted to say or ask next. Nothing felt appropriate. “I– ah, um. Yeah. I did!” He laughed nervously. “We’re gonna be parents! And you’re not fat, you’re pregnant! Don’t say those things about yourself. I’m the only one allowed to be self-depracating, remember?” 

She wailed, she cried. She tried to hide herself again, but he caught her hands and folded them within his and looked her straight in the eye. “I want you…” she began through heaving, wet sobs, “to get this baby out of me...right now.”

Seven weeks later, they were out for a walk. The doctor recommended exercise– both as a stress relief and as a way to help coax her body to go into labor– so she wholeheartedly heeded the advice and dragged Saeyoung along each time. She would pat his belly playfully and tease that he was gaining sympathy pounds and that his baby seemed to be due at the same time as the one growing inside her. They would have a good laugh together and go out for ice cream, discussing baby names and primary school choices. 

During one of those walks, she began to feel a tightening across her abdomen. She had to stop a few times to catch her breath, but smiled through it when she saw the worry in Saeyoung’s golden eyes. 

“You wanna go home?” he asked, rubbing her back while smoothing her hair away from her forehead.

“Nah. It’s okay. Let’s keep going,” she said; but another wave of tightness and pressure came, this one stronger than the last. They sat on a nearby bench where she pressed her hands to her swollen abdomen. “Saeyoung, feel this!” she whispered urgently, grabbing his hand. 

“Whoa…” He drew the words out long and low. “It’s so hard.”

She nodded, blowing out a breath, forcing a smile. 

“Do you think–?” 

“Nah. Probably a false alarm. Doc said this can happen, remember? False labor is common, especially when we’re not sure what to expect–” 

She stopped short as another wave of pain made it difficult to draw a full breath. Her back straightened, and she pressed her fists into the base of her spine, arching outward. 

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital, where she was promptly wheeled up to the maternity ward. The contractions came every two minutes like clockwork, and Saeyoung stood by her bedside, bewildered, as a team of nurses swarmed the room to prep for delivery. 

“How long have you been having contractions?” one of them asked while pulling on a pair of latex gloves. 

Saeyoung and his wife exchanged glances, and he shrugged his shoulders. “She...we were walking. And she just started. Not even half an hour ago? I think?”

The nurse’s eyes grew wide when she did her examination. “Half an hour? And you’ve not had any pain up until today?”

“Not really,” she said. “I mean, a little maybe. But nothing awful. Why?”

“Well, we’re gonna have to break your water with an amnihook, but uh...once it’s broken, you’re going to be welcoming your beautiful baby in no time at all.”

The nurse was right; not quite an hour later, Saeyoung watched– fascinated, disgusted, terrified, enthralled– as his daughter made her bloody, messy, screaming entrance into the world. Red-faced and orange-haired, the doctor held her up an announced her arrival before placing her on her mother’s chest. The cord that had given her life for the last nine months still connected her to her mother, while Saeyoung knelt at the bedside muttering prayers of thanks into prayerful hands. 

When he felt his wife’s gentle hand on the top of his head, he lifed his face to meet her gaze. She was crying, one arm draped across the newborn that lay on her breast, the other combing through his hair. “Hey,” she whispered; the tears spilled, and she smiled around them. Her heart was pounding, her breath beginning to steady. 

“You’re incredible,” he breathed, then stood to kiss her, cradling her face between his sweaty palms. 

Behind them, a nurse cleared her throat. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’ll need your daughter to check her vitals.” She lifted the baby and wrapped her in a white and pink striped, hospital-grade blanket. “I’ll bring her back clean and ready to eat, mom!”

They watched her walk away; Saeyoung turned back to his wife while the medical team cleaned up the bed and tended to her. The birth had been so unexpectedly quick that there was no time for pain medication or monitoring at all; she came through it without complication, though. Exhausted and exhilirated, sure. She’d heard horror stories of labor and birth lasting for hours on end, resulting in emergency c-sections and complications untold. 

“I’m so lucky,” she said, feeling her eyes grow heavy.

“Yeah. Lucky to have me, right? You don’t have to tell me I’m amazing. I already know,” Saeyoung joked.

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I meant,” she giggled. “I’m lucky because...I’m okay. And she’s okay.” She paused to swallow a sob. “She’s gorgeous.”

“She’s messy.”

“She’s your daughter!”

He laughed, then seemed to freeze and consider the word. “Daughter.” He rolled it around on his tongue and said it in different accents, different languages. Changed the pitch of his voice and said it high and low until his wife pressed her hand over his mouth and shushed him. He licked her palm, and when she pulled it away he leaned into kiss her again.

“Here she is, the lady of the hour!” the nurse announced. Saeyoung stood tall and proud as the nurse presented him with his daughter. Wrapped in a downy soft blanket with only her face visible and a little, knit cap fitted over her fiery orange hair, she stretched her tiny mouth into a lion-sized yawn and wrinked her nose.

“She’s lazy like you,” Saeyoung teased, though his voice was hushed and quiet. Her tiny eyes remained shut tight; her round cheeks looked ripe for kissing, and her cherub mouth pursed into a tiny pucker as she lay sleeping in her swaddle. 

“Good. Maybe I’ll catch up on some sleep I’ve missed out on these last couple of weeks. We can power nap together.”

“Hey,” he said; his whisper low and soothing, his eyes still fixed on his daughter.

His daughter.

“I love you.” He shifted his shining gaze to his wife then. The mother of his child. The strongest person he’d ever met. “I love you, too. You know that, right?”

His sincerity took her breath away, and she nodded, looping her finger through his belt buckle to lure him closer. “I know. I love you, too.”

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I just.... thank you 😭😭😭

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So like I started playing mystic messenger again and…… I have an unhealthy obsession for this fictional man. His voice, his hair, his face, his jokes. I. Cannot. Even. He is just so perfect. Who you may ask? 707. Luciel. Saeyoung. Red head hacker. I just think he would treasure his s/o and just. UGH. Anyway, here is some smut. Plot? Never heard of her. This will be with a female reader so sorry in advance :(

Saeyoung x fem reader

Warnings: Smut. Like only smut.

The wet noises from your pussy and his mouth, your muffled moans compete from dominance in the otherwise silent room. Saeyoung’s eye open to see why your voice is so quiet only to furrow his eyebrows when he notices you biting your wrist to hold back his favorite song. He stops his assault on your core and you finally can catch your breath. Your chest heaving up and down trying to recover from your husbands attack and your eyes opening slightly and you loosen your grip on your wrist. A mop of red enters your vision and a strong hand lands next to your head while a warm hand grabs your forearm and pulls it away from your face.

“Don’t you dare hold your voice back, I wanna hear all of you.” He says in a soft yet stern voice. The look in his eyes, full of hunger, desire, and love. His commanding nature caused a shiver to run down your spine and goose bumps scatter over your skin, you’re mouth closing and innocent eyes staring back at him. He slowly smiles seeing your expression before moving his free hand down to your sweet spot and rubbing slow circles ripping a gasp from your soft lips, a small sound rises in your throat and your hips buck upwards trying to get more friction. “That’s it, good girl.” He soothes examining your face. Your body reacts to the praise by releasing even more juices from your hole, clenching around nothing. Your teeth grab your bottom lip and muffle the noises coming from your throat. Saeyoung’s face scrunches looking in your eye. He mouths ‘open’ while picking up his pace on your clit. You obey and open your mouth wide, your throat opening and releasing a sweet, squeaky moan making your husband smirk, his lips shining with your juice. A warmth fills your body starting from your toes and rising to your head, your body feels light as the coil in your stomach tightens, your stomach twitching and legs shaking as bliss overtakes your body. Saeyoung’s fingers keep a steady pace while your hips buck through your orgasm, your pants filling the room and causing your husband's pants to grow impossibly tight. He continues his motions until your weakly push away from him, the over stimulation starting to hurt.

His soft smile stays on his face as he moves the hand by your head to smooth your hair back before resting on your cheek, the comforting warmth of his hand causing you to nuzzle into him. Your eyes open and meet his, his face soft yet needy, his body aching for you as yours is for him. You weakly raise your hand to hold his, still recovering from your high.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says breathlessly raising his dirtied hand to rest on the other side of you on the coffee table allowing him to bend down and capture your lips in his. His tongue still tasting faintly of you but his warm and passionate kiss numbed your mind. The table creaked from the shift in weight and the sound of you and your husbands breaths and lips attacking each other where the only noises in the room. Your free hand reached blindly for his jacket, pushing it back on his shoulder trying to take it off. He laughed into your mouth before removing his hand from your face and standing up, shrugging his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head all while staring into your eyes with a smug grin. Your thighs clenched together and your arms covered your body in an attempt to shield yourself from the cold and his hungry eyes. You were never confident and always hated your body but Saeyoung made it his mission to show you how beautiful you truly are. His clothed leg slipped between your thighs before they could fully close and his not bare arms reached for yours, pulling them apart before leaning down and grabbing your right nipple in his mouth. A softer moan escaped you and your arms immediately closed around his head, fingers grabbing handfuls of his hair and pulling him closer. His tongue worked on your nipple, occasionally biting it and tugging while his right hand attempted to massage your other. Your chest arched into him and your thighs closed around his, hips searching for anything to grind on. You found his thigh quickly and started rubbing up and down, trying to release the pressure building in your core, but the friction wasn’t enough.

“Please….” You whispered, causing Saeyoung to lift his head, your arms reluctantly letting go of his crimson hair.

“Please what?” He asked with a grin. His hands rested on your bent knees slightly pulling them apart and pushed his thigh into your body more causing you to whine. He loved this. He loved seeing you so vulnerable in front of him, your guard completely down. He loved hearing your whines and pleas all for him. He loved feeling your body react because of him. He loved everything about you.

“Please… Saeyoung please…” You said, hands reaching for his belt only to fall short as he pulled away slightly. You knew what he wanted to hear but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. His glasses glistened looking down at you and his smirk grew, waiting for you to cave.

“I don’t understand baby, what do you want?” He teased, his voice in his normal joking tone. His thumbs rubbed the inside of your knees, his way of urging you to say it, letting you know it was ok.

“Fuck me.” You whined but it was all he needed. He moved back, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear as he unbuckled his belt and removed his clothing. His dick springing upwards, red and angry from neglect. He stepped out of his pants and pushed them aside before returning to you. His fingers teased your folds, gathering your juices before pushing two in. You closed your eyes and moaned, back arching off the table and moving into his touch. He slowly moved his fingers in and out, curling every so often sending electricity shooting through your body. Once he was able to move them freely without much resistance he took them out, marveling at the shine on his fingers from your pussy. You pants and needy look, begging for him, made his dick throb and his face wince. He had to fuck you.

Saeyoung grabbed your hips pulling you closer to him and causing you to squeak at the sudden movement. He grabbed the underside of your knees and lifted your lower half, exposing your most secretive parts to him. Your folds now red from the rush of blood made a slight blush appear on his face. You looked at him, him looking at your pussy, waiting for him to do something. After a quick moment he left go of one of your legs and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly moving his tip to penetrate your hole, before grabbing your leg again and pushing fully in. You sighed at the relief, feeling so full from him. He waited another moment before slowly pulling back and pushing back in.

He always started slow, letting you adjust to the intrusion. Your soft moans filled his ears and excited him even more. Your wiggles of impatience told him you were ready for him to move faster. He picked up his pace, the occasional slapping of skin mixed with your moans and his breathing. Your hands reached for the edge of the table, gripping it to stop you from moving away and grounding you. Your eyes clenched, focusing on the pleasure in your abdomen and the praises from your husband; mouth thrown open sending lewd noises into the air. Saeyoung’s glasses slid down his face due to the sweat appearing on his face but he couldn’t care, he was too focused on your face, your body, and where you two were connected. You clenched around him tighter indicating your climax was approaching. Saeyoung moved faster trying to bring you over the edge again and chasing his own high. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing around him and your sweet moans rushing him to his finish. Warmth flooded your stomach as he released inside of you, still pumping in and out to ride out his high and finally bring yours. His grunts and praises made your pussy throb and you felt the string in you finally snap, legs shaking in your husbands hands and knuckles turning white from grabbing the table, your hearing momentarily going as the pleasure waved through your body.

After catching your breaths Saeyoung finally pulled out of you, a string of white snapping off his softening dick and your aching pussy. Your hole clenched to keep the last bit of him inside you as he set your lower half down before walking to get a damp towel. You sat in the middle of your living room, the table under you warm and slick from your sweat, the air smelling of love, and your heart pounding with pleasure. This was bliss.

Thank you for reading!!!! Sorry for any spelling errors or any inaccuracy DX

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So I have this weird thing that whenever wind blows on my face really strongly (cold wind, so like fall or winter) I feel relaxed but also excited? It is weird and I don’t know if anyone else feels the same way but I just really wanted to write about it. Normally when I am upset it cheers me up, it’s really weird but I swear I’m not making it up. Anyway, I got to thinking, what if I wrote about a comfort technique with one of my comfort characters? And who better to go on a drive with than Saeyoung (707 from mystic messenger. Great game btw highly recommend👌🤌)

This is completely self indulgent but I hop eat least one other person likes it 🥲

Sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Saeyoung x reader (gender not specified)

Both you and Saeyoung had rough times, be it stress from work, anxiety or depression. But you both had learned coping mechanisms that worked for each other. When he would stress over programming you would have him lay his head in your lap and play with his hair, when you were having a panic attack over school he would hold you until you felt better and make a silly little invention to cheer you up. You both preferred to stay inside so it took Saeyoung a little to figure out the most effective coping mechanism but when he did, he would not stop using it. Seeing you at peace, a small smile on your face, your eyes closed as the wind rushed around your face into your hair, he was addicted. Of course, it also gave him an excuse to show off his babies, both his cars and you.

This is really short because I don’t like how I started but I can’t think of anything right now DX. I may write a longer version in the future because I do like this concept. If anyone requests it I could also do it :P

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This will be my first attempt at writing smut so bare with me. I also will probably die a virgin so things may not be accurate sue me!

NISHINOYA AND YOU ARE AGED UP DON”T COME FOR ME (Minors DNI)

Nishinoya x insecure reader (I don’t think I specify a gender?)

Genre: smut

Warning(s): self deprecation, pillow humping (prolly some spelling/grammar errors sorry!)

(Not full on seggs but steamy!)

He wasn’t proud of what he was doing. Hearing the bed creak and his pathetic pants fill the air humiliated him but he couldn’t hold it in. His eyes were closed as his hips rocked viscously into the folded pillow under him, imagining it was your soft body he was ramming into instead of a fuzz filled sac. He hated your different work schedules that made it almost impossible to see each other despite living in the same house. He was needy and desperate to hold you, to smell you, to taste you.

Your POV

Your feet hurt, you had a headache, and you were emotionally drained. All you wanted was to lay in bed and cuddle into your boyfriend’s chest. You were biggger than him.... By quite a lot. Not just in height but weight as well, however, you never felt ugly in his eyes. He always praised you and somehow made you feel pretty. You were still insecure obviously, it was only when he looked at you that you felt beautiful. Like you were the most attractive thing in the world. And when you cuddled, he held you close to him, it felt like he was engulfing you, making you forget about your weight and height, your stretch marks and scars, he made you feel beautiful. So when you walked into your shared house expecting him to be in the living room playing a video game or watching TV and he wasn’t there you were shocked and disappointed. You needed to see him now. He was your comfort, and god, did you need comfort right now. You dropped your bags off by the door locking it behind you and kicking your shoes off and sighing. The floor creaked under your weight and picture of you and Noya shook on the table near the entrance. “God, I need to lose weight.’ You thought as you headed to the bathroom to wash your face when your heart dropped. Noya’ s pants and whines coming from your shared bedroom.

“Baby... Oh my god you feel so good... Fuck!” Came from the room as the bed creaked and banged against the wall.

‘You can’t be serious Nishinoya.’ You thought as tears picked at your eyes. Of course he would find someone else. I mean, who would really find you pretty? He would want a smaller partner who didn’t make him look like a child when they stood next to each other. One he didn’t have to stand on his tip toes to kiss. One he could carry around on dates and dance with comfortably. One that was the complete opposite of you.

Warm tears fell down your face and cooled on your cheeks as you stood there, wondering what to do. You should confront him, yell at him for lying to you and getting your hopes up, but you wondered if you could handle seeing him balls deep in another person. You were in a trance thinking about what to do when his voice erupted again.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck... FUCK!” He shouted, the creaking stopped and all noise in the room was gone. A chocked sob came out of your mouth and your hand flew to cover it as you fell to the floor. This was really happening.

The thud threw Noya out of his post orgasm bliss and his head shot to the door. ‘Did you get home already?’ He though getting up from the bed. The pillow came undone and he slid his condom off of his softening dick. He tied the rubber up and tossed it into the trash before grabbing his boxers and tugging them on. He headed to the door but stopped when he heard your soft sobs. His heart felt like someone had poured ice water on it, his blood running cold. He swung the door open to see you there, hand over your mouth, a crumpled mess on the floor, and tears covering your cheeks. He ran over, his expression filled its worry that just made you more upset.

“Baby, baby, what’s wrong?” He said frantically, kneeling to your side and reaching a hand behind you to rub your back. Your hand slapped his away as you fell to the side, pushing away from him. He swore his heart tore apart in his chest seeing you like this. What happened?

“How.... How could you?.” You managed to choke out, voice breaking and changing pitches from crying. He looked confused. ‘How could he what? What did he do?’ He thought about what he did that day. Did you ask him to do something while you were at work? He couldn’t remember anything? Wait... Did he eat all the chocolate again?

“Baby I’m so sorry I’ll go by more right now!” He said getting up from the floor going back to the bedroom.

“This isn’t the time for jokes Nishinoya.” You said weakly. His last name felt foreign coming from your mouth. You always called him Noya or some gross couple name like sweetie or honey, only reserving his last name for serious times. He turned around to face you again, eyes meeting yours in a confused gaze. “Where are they?” You said, voice becoming stronger as your rage grew. He had no idea what you were talking about? Who is where?

“What are you talking about babe?” He asked, his body now fully turned to you as he searched your eyes for any clue as to what he did wrong and how he could fix it.

“Where is the bitch you were fucking?” You stated more than asked. You slowly got up from the floor, wiping your tears with your hands and set your face into a scowl. Things slowly started to click for Noya. He was normally slow but when it came to you he was as quick as lighting.... Most of the time.

“Baby, there is no one here. I would never do that to you!” He reassured walking towards you again. You backed away and he felt tears of his own well in his eyes. You were like this because of him. “I promise Y/N.” He said, his face so sincere you felt yourself break a little.

“Then what was that noise?” You questioned, arms shaking at your side. “What were the moans and names about? Who were you talking to in there?” You accused. He straightened up and took a deep breath. He couldn’t believe he was about to admit this to you. You guys had been intiment on multiple occasions, you had heard his pleas and cry’s, you knew how little control he had and how fast he could cum, both of you were well aware he was like a teenage boy when it came to sex, but for some reason, this was more embarrassing than all of those times.

“Those noises... Were from.... Me humping a pillow... Imagining it was you...” He said looking at the ground. His face was growing hotter by the second at the confession. You slowly started to put things together. There were no shoes at the door, there was no other moans besides Noya’s, there was no trace of another person. Your face burned with embarrassment at your ridiculous outburst. Noya was just jacking off thinking about you not fucking some other person.

Oh. My. God.

Your hand flew up to your face and smacked your forehead. You were such an idiot! Noya looked up at you hearing the smack and saw parts of your red face. He chuckled a little feeling his own face cool down the slightest bit. Light footsteps came towards you and warm arms wrapped around your torso as he hugged you tightly.

“I’m so sorry Nishi... I’m so dumb...” You whispered hugging him back. His face was smushed into your chest and his response came muffled by your body.

“You’re not dumb baby, you are just worried. I would be too if I heard your sexy voice coming from a closed door.” He said before looking up at you, his bright smile on his face again as his eyes sparkled at you. “I’d beat the son of a bitch in there, pillow or not!” He said which caused you to giggle. When you stopped you leaned down a little to kiss him, face still burning and heart still pounding, but with him here, you knew things would get better. “I love you Y/N.” He said after your lips broke apart.

“I love you too Nishinoya.”

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So it has been snowing a lot where I live and it’s like -15 degrees…. While I was outside freezing my ass off I thought of how Bukuto would react in the snow/icy/cold weather.

(I am not fully caught up on the anime so I am sorry if the scenario is out of character. I also wanted to keep Bokuto as more of how he is portrayed than how many make him out to be (always relying on Akaashi) while also making him realistic)

Gender neutral y/n (you are dating them if that wasn’t clear)

Bokuto

You couldn’t help but stare out the window of yours and Bokuto’s apartment as he ran out to your car. You guys had just got back from going shopping but realized you left your wallet in your car, and being the loving boyfriend he is, he insisted that he go get it. Soon, you saw the grey and black haired boy emerge from the building and run to your car in his sweatpants and sweatshirt. His slippers provided little traction (you told him to put on proper shoes but he promised he would be fine) so he slid a little on the ice here and there. When he reached the car he immediately grabbed the handle and started frantically pulling on it while pressing the unlock button. It took a few times for it to finally open but when it did he jumped into the drivers seat and closed the door to hide from the cold while he looked for your wallet. A few seconds later he jumped out of the car and started running back to the apartment, falling on his butt in the way in. A giggle escaped you at the sight of him rubbing his sore butt, but maybe next time he would learn to wear proper shoes. The door to your apartment opened and Bokuto ran in, slamming the door shut behind him.

“IT’S FEBRUARY! WHY IS IT SO COLD?!” The boy yelled, you giggled at his pink cheeks, tinted from the cold and his little puffs of breath. “I THINK MY NIPPLES HAVE CUT THROUGH MY SHIRT!” He claimed, hugging himself. You erupted in laughter at his statement. There was never a boring conversation with Bokuto. The boy shuffled over to you holding out your wallet. You took it with a smile and gave him a hug, his face still cold and sweatshirt chilled from the freezing temperatures. Your keys jingled in his sweatshirt pocket and poked you in the stomach. “Oh! And your keys!” He said reaching for them.

“You didn’t forget to lock it right?” You asked out of habit. Bokuto froze in place, keys hanging from his half extended hand. You looked up at him face, his expression filled with dread.

“FUCK ME!” He shouted, heading back towards the door.

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This is how I think the Karasuno boys would react to a haunted house (sorry if some are out of character I am not really caught up on the show 😰😅)

Daichi

> I feel he would be really good at scary handling scary thing

> If you are bad at he would kind of be a security blanket

> If you are good at scary things then you guys could watch scary movies all night or see who can scary the other frst but I feel like sometimes he would pretend to be scared just to see you proud of yourself

> Haunted house workers hate him because he just laughs at the scares instead of actually being scared

Sugawara

> LOVES scary stuff

> I feel like he would get scared in haunted houses and from movies but he loves the adrenaline

> Always makes sure our ok when watching scary things if you aren’t good at handling it

> I feel like for Halloween he will want to go to all different kinds of haunted houses with you

> Would probably try to dress up as something scary but his personality doesn’t match the chaos times so even little kids aren’t that afraid

Asahi

> Cannot handle scary things

> He starts to fidget around and jumps at little noises

> However if you aren’t good with scary things he will try to comfort you despite him almost peeing his pants.

> This man can be a baby sometimes and this is one of those times

> When you are watching a scary movie, if you want him to stay with you, try playing with his hair, it calms him down and he’ll probably fall asleep but at least he is with you

> P.S this would be a great time to braid his hair

Tanaka

> Tanaka wishes he was like Daichi but he gets scared at the littlest things

> Scary story night with the team? Yeah he isn’t sleeping

> If you want to go into a haunted house he might try to act tough going in but the moment y’all walk in he is on edge

> First jump scare has him clinging to your arm

Scary movies are a no for him, if he is holding something it is being spilt on the floor at the first scare

> If you really like scary things and try to scare him he probably won’t talk to you for a few minutes but he loves you and can’t stay mad at you for too long

> Will try to get you back though with some fake rubber snake. Just pretend to be scared so he doesn’t feel too bad ok?

Noya

> Like Tanaka he wouldn’t be too good with scary things but he tries to man it out for you

> Because he is small a lot of people think he’s cute rather than attractive or sexy and he doesn’t want you to see him as a kid so he tries to deal with it

> He isn’t very good though. He can out on an act for a movie for about 20 mins before he has to ‘go to the bathroom’ and stay in there until he hears the end

> First time y’all went into a haunted house he was good for the first 3 jump scares but after that he held your hand like his life depended on it, bruising it from the force, and jumped into you while yelping at the remaining scares

Tsukishima

> Mans ain’t afraid of nothing

> Zombies? Cool. Ghosts? Whatever. Overgrown mutant human eating spiders with 20 legs and massive fangs? Not a problem.

> He is seriously no fun when you try to scare him. He kinda just looks at you like it was a pathetic attempt

> Probably suggest for Halloween you dress up as a sexy monster instead of something scary so the holiday is somewhat entertaining for him

Yamaguchi

> I feel like Yams would actually be fairly good at

> He might even enjoy spooky stuff

> Likes to watch scary movies (your first movie date was probably a scary movie)

> Not as good as Tsukishima, still gets spooked sometimes but he is kinda like Suga where he kinda enjoys the scare

> If you try to scare him he probably pretends to be scared but he is really bad at acting

Kageyama

> Kinda like Tsukishima were he doesn’t really get scared but when he does, he does

> One time you scared him so bad (good?) that he screamed like a little girl

> You had to go to the store and buy him a lot of milk for him to talk to you again

> Doesn’t mind haunted houses but doesn’t particularly enjoy them

> He doesn’t really like being scared

> If you like scary things he might try to get a movie but he most likely falls asleep through it

Hinata

> Like Noya he tries to man it out but he does having a breaking point

> I think he wouldn’t be as good about holding out as Noya would be but hew would try (probably asks Noya how he is so good at handling scary things and if he can teach him 😂)

>During scary movies he is probably cuddled into your arm trying to block out what is happening

> Avoids haunted houses like the plague unless you really want to go into them but he will hold your hand with a death grip the entire way through, ya know, to keep you safe

Sorry for any spelling/ grammar errors and if any of them are out of character

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This is my first fan fiction ever and my first post ever on Tumblr so lets see how this goes. Also warning: I am not caught up on MHA so this is based mainly on what I’ve seen others write about and this is self indulgent because I just really want to write Kirishima fluff.... Oops

Kirshima x female reader (chubby version)

The light from your phone burns your eyes as the colorful outfits pass your screen. Girls with the perfect hourglass body and flawless makeup fill our vision. Comments praising them for looking that way come in by the thousands. Your hand lifts to rest on your stomach, cringing at the plush skin underneath. Your mind fills with thoughts of hatred. If only you looked like those girls. They look so pretty, wearing crop tops and shorts that barely cover their butts. If only you had a flat stomach, one that didn’t poke out over your jeans and jiggle when you laughed. You wake from your daze when your phone screen goes black from inactivity. There, you see your face, smooshed with a double chin from laying on your bed. You stare at the girl in the reflection, her cheeks puffy and chin squshed from the fat underneath it. No tears fall from your eyes however, instead your body and mind is numb. You have shut down. You lower your phone and stare at the ceiling thinking about how unnatractive you are. Thinking about the extra weight that keeps adding on, preventing you from wearing cute clothes or even clothes you used to be able to wear. You just stare, numb and motionless, not even the sound of Kirishima entering the house and calling your name takes you out of your trance.

Kirishima POV

Keys jingle as the spiky redhead opens the door to his and his girlfriends apartment. He knows she is off work today and has been having a hard time recently so after he finished at his agency he stopped by to get her favorite pastries. Thinking about his beautiful girlfriend makes the boy smile as he pushes open the door and calls for her only to get no response. Normally she is out in the living room or kitchen, but seeing as she is not he can only assume she is in their room taking a nap, after all, she has been stressed and overworked lately. He takes of his shoes and sheds his jacket before heading to their bedroom. He grabs the door handle and turns to open it, there he finds the girl he loves laying in bed. He smiles at her figure, taking in her outfit. She was wearing a baggy shirt and sweat pants but she still looked adorable in his eyes. Looking at her torso he saw that she was mindlessly pinching her stomach under her shirt, her plush skin rising and falling at the pressure, his heart skipped a beat seeing this, only to stop when he saw her face. She laid there, staring at the ceiling, completely spaces out. It was them that he realized what was going on. She was judging herself again. His smile long forgotten as his heart ached at the sight. His beautiful girlfriend, the one and only love of his life, was hating on herself. He never really understood how she didn’t like her appearance, from the moment he laid eyes on her, he thought she wes the most beautiful creature to walk this Earth. Her thick thighs kissing each other, tummy looking so soft and comfy, he just wanted to hug her, touch her, feel the squish of her skin in his arms. He soon found out that what he saw as perfect, were the things she hated the most. That the things he loved haunted her everyday. He tried to tell her that she was gorgeous in every way but she could never fully believe him. She tried not to talk about it with him, not wanting to bother him so he thought it was getting better, that he was finally getting through her thick skull, but seeing her like this only broke his heart. She wasn’t getting better, she was suffering alone. He dropped the bags and forced his feet to walk towards her on the bed. The shifting snapped her out of her trance but before she could react she felt warm lips kissing her hand on her stomach along with a hand slowly removing it, allowing his mouth to touch her tummy. The soft contact made her eyes wide. She tried to fight him, pulling her shirt down but he forced her hands away, looking at her with pleading eyes a soft please falling from his lips. Her heart ached seeing her boyfriend finding her like this. His gaze moved down to her stomach, plump and beautiful. He landed one more kiss on it before resting his head on her, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Pebble. What were you thinking about?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Nothing Kiri, can you please get off.” The girl replied, feeling self conscious of her exposed skin. She felt his hands squeeze hers a little before letting go, still not moving. She tried to push his shoulders to get him off but he wouldn’t budge.

“I know you were judging yourself again pebble. You were hating on yourself again” The red head says, moving his hand to the side of her waist, he squeezed a little trying to calm himself down but it only made the girl more self conscious. “You were hating your beautiful tummy, and your perfect thighs weren’t you?” The boy asks.

“They aren’t beautiful or perfect, they are ugly and gross.” The girl mumbled. Kirishima felt his heart break at her words. He lifted his head to look at her but she stared a the ceiling. His brows furrowed a little at the sight. He would not put up with anyone hating on his girlfriend, even if it was herself. He lifted her shirt a little more before biting on the exposed skin a little. The girl jumped at the pain and looked down at him.

“They aren’t ugly and they are most definitely not gross. They are apart of you, and not a single part of your is gross or ugly. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and anyone who says otherwise can fuck off because you are perfect.” He says never breaking eye contact. The earnest words make the girls heart ache a little. Maybe she was to hard on herself. Maybe she wasn’t as gross as she thought. After all, she was able to rope in an amazing, beautiful guy like Kirishima. Maybe.... She wasn’t as bad as she thought. Her lips curled slightly as her eyes began to water. The boys hard face softened into a sympathetic smile, he brought a hand to her face, holding her cheek as swiping a thumb under her eye. Finally, his words reached her, at least a little bit. “Now, how about some pastries? I bought your favorite.” The boy said starting to raise himself off the girl only to feel a hand pull him back down.

“Can you... Kiss my tummy.... One more time?” The girl asked shyly. Her face was red at her request. She wasn’t fully comfortable with the idea but she decided that exposure was the best thing to getting over this. The boys smile widened and his eyes sparkled. Let’s just say that it wasn’t just once :)

Thanks for reading. I’m really bad at proof reading my own work since I already know what I was saying/ meant to say and get bored easily so I miss mistakes that aren’t super obvious. Sorry if there are any mistakes :)