18+ mdni!! Maybe fucking your husbands best friend isn't so bad after all
Choking, size difference, rough s3x, org@sm, cheating, husband best friend trope, size kink, fucked dumb, p in v, cream pie, 18+ mdni!, kinks, wall s3x
I might have said I wasn't doing jjk anymore butttt..
You had needs, needs your husband didn't meet. But never in your life did you think you would cheat on him, especially with his best friend. I mean sure you pleasured yourself to Toji at night when your husband was away at work, sure you pictured Toji fucking you whenever your husband would half-ass it in bed, sure you quietly fantasized about Toji whenever he was around, but that doesn't mean you would cheat on him.
That's what you thought before Toji had you pinned against the wall in your own home fucking into you. All that sappy non-cheate shit went out the window the second Toji rang your doorbell.
"And here I thought your were the loyal obedient lil' housewife," Toji snickered as he pounds into your ever so perfect cunt.
"S-Shut up~ mmh!~" you whimpered. You were both flushed and embarrassed but fuck did you feel good. Your husband never made you feel like this before. Overwhelmed yet wanting-no, yearning more. Somehow Toji just knew all the right places to touch, all the right places that makes you tremble.
You held onto him tight. Your hands around his neck as his thick cock bullies your insides. His hand stays gripped on your ass, careful to not drop you. He moved his way to your bedroom. Kicking the door shut behind him then dropping you on the bed.
"If I knew just how much you wanted me I would've fucked you years ago," he teased as he settled between your legs.
Before you could retaliate he pushed into you again. Your hand threw your head back with a moan that was close to a scream. Toji covered your mouth as he fucked into you with deliberate thrust meant to hit every spot that'll make you weak. "You don't want the neighbors to hear you getting fucked by someone who's not your husband now do you?" Toji said with that signature smirk of his.
You managed to shake your head and let out a weak no. Honestly, you couldn't give a fuck. He was making you feel so good you wanted the neighbors to hear. Toji hits that spot in your cunt that makes your vision blur and your mouth hang open. You gripped his shoulders to steady yourself.
A few minutes later he manhandled you onto your stomach, putting you into a face down, ass up position. He wasted no time burying himself into your clenching walls. He gripped onto your ass as he gave you the most back breaking backshots of your life.
With the way you were moaning loudly you're surprised your neighbors haven't come knocking on your door yet. Toji wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting your upper body to press your back against his chest. His breath hot in your ear as he talked,
"You should feel ashamed of yourself, letting your husband's best friend fuck you where he sleeps."
"You're the one who's- Ngh!~ fucking your best friends wife-" you moaned. He laughs as his thrust got harder. "I guess we're both in the wrong then," he says before his hand on your waist goes to your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your moans got louder as his rugged hands rubs you in an unorganized motion. You came from the overstimulation.
"Well would you look at that," he praised before switching positions once more. He was currently laying down as he had you on top. You try your best to ride him on your own but after a few minutes he got bored and sat up, now moving you to his own rhythm. Your hands immediately goes to his shoulders as your face pressed against the crook of his neck. Your moans going straight to his ear. You had a fucked out expression. A small whimper left your lips as he moved one of his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you back so he could look at you.
"He never made you feel like this huh?" He questioned, to which you answered truthfully, no. He pulled you into a rough kiss as his other hand started playing with your clit. You moaned into the kiss, your hips now moving desperately, trying to cum again. He smirked against your lips as his movements got rougher as he chased his own orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" You moaned as you pulled away, hands gripping onto him as you rode out your orgasm. The pleasure you felt was undeniable. It felt like time stopped just for the two of you. The stretch of your cunt burning with pleasure. He let out a low groan as he came a heavy load that painted your insides white. You moaned with pleasure as you felt his warmth inside you as you also came.
"That was the best sex of my life," you whispered out of breath. "l can tell, Toji smirked. You reached for your phone to check the time, seeing that your husband would be home soon you panicked. "You have to go he'll be home in 20 minutes," I said with clear panic in my voice. "Easy, doll. I'll be gone before he comes back," before he left he help you clean up.
When your husband came home and noticed you limping you just told him some bullshit excuse about pulling a muscle. Now whenever he sees you limping he advise you to stop putting too much pressure on yourself.
A/N: Curvy!Fem!Reader; I plan to do a part 2 with Semiu, Tamsy, etc but these were the easier one's for me to write. I'll be releasing one about the reader being a shithead before the part 2. Also request are open!
Follo Tunito
He'd just come back from a assist mission, sweaty, draining, and tbh totally over the bullshit of today.
Zanka had another ego death, Rudo crashed out and not in the good way, and Enjin almost blew everybody up and thought it be a good idea to go 80 on a sharp turn and damn near flip the car with everybody in it on the way back.
When I tell you this man was done. He was done.
All Follo wanted to do now was grab himself a nice refreshing drink, bathe, and fall out for the night.
On autopilot, Follo just trudges over to the fridge behind the bar counter. Hoping to crack a cold one only to instead almost run directly into your bent over backside as you search for one yourself.
All that man sees is ass, rump, booty. Shit, you're so nicely arched he doesn't even know you have a waist until you stand up.
"Oh I'm sorry, am I in your way?" you ask as you look over your shoulder, practically batting your eyelashes at up at him.
Follo just standing there mesmerized, he had to remember to breath for a second. You're thick asf and drop dead gorgeous. Doe-eyed, with nice hair and plump glossed up lips. Is this really happening? Is he really about to fold under the pressure of just being around a pretty woman?
He blinks at you a couple times before he realizes he's staring like a dumbass.
"Uhh...no. I was just grabbing a drink..."
"Oh then let me grab one for you!" you smile at him right before bending right back over in front of him trying to fetch another.
And dear god Follo doesn't know what to do with all that ass in his face. He only got a glimpse before, but seeing it again has his mind just as blown as his pupils.
You pop up again with another drink in hand, still smiling at him like you didn't just seduce him.
You push it towards his chest, Follo absentmindedly takes it. Staring at you in awe. "I'm y/n by the way. What's your name?" Fuck was his mouth always this dry?
Follo's just licking and biting his lips while he keeps eye contact.
Now you can't tell if he's flirting or nervous, but he's just your type so you're fine with either.
"Follo." he finally responds, taking to leaning with his back against the countertop since he doesn't want you to think he's a creep trying to cage you into the bar.
"Oh I've never met a Follo before." you smile at him. And when I tell you that you have this man standing at attention.
He's rubbing on his neck and damn near kicking his feet.
You got this man so giddy he forgot he was fatigued.
"Oh well-ha, I'm happy to be the first-"
"I'm happy that you are the first." You say leaning against the bar right next to him, and you're so close he can smell your leave-in conditioner. Ah shit don't do this to him.
Follo starts laughing nervously, looking at you as you shamelessly look him up and damn than go back to staring into his soul, blinking up at him all innocent like you didn't just size him up in his face.
You fiddle with your drink a little, mustering up some courage.
"Hey, are you doing anything later? I don't really know anybody yet since I just got here literally today so..." you trail off, not wanting to sound desperate but still wanting to get to know the cutie in front of you.
"No! No actually, I just came back from a mission so I'm doing literally nothing." You got this man so whipped, he wouldn't be able to hide his enthusiasm even if he wanted to.
Arkha Corvus
Since you're a new recruit, you gotta meet the big boss in charge to finalize your paperwork.
He was told that you were waiting for him in his office, so that's exactly where he goes after coming from who knows where.
He's been running around for days and this is the one of his last duties besides some numbers he has to have Semiu run with him for logistics.
Shit, he's running late too.
When I tell you he's using all of that height he has to strut over to his office, chest puffed up per usual.
"Sorry for the tardiness, had an issue on the way ov...errrr"
Good job, you've left this man speechless. Because all he see's when he walks into his office is a fucking bombshell.
Glossed up lips, big beautiful hair, and a body so nice he wonders how tf it's even possible in a wasteland like this?
Like literally where do you get the food to keep up with that ass-
Hold on, he's a professional. He can't just be drooling over his subordinate that he has corporate power over. That's crazy!
And though he has self control, you don't.
You can't help yourself! And gurl I don't blame you.
Just look at him! He's tall, dark, and handsome. LITERALLY PERFECT!
So you're just sitting there on the little couch set he got, gawking at him. Looking him up and down, cause his physic is crazy. That itty-bitty waist and those big'ol toned arms just got you squirming in your seat a little.
But your little gun show ends when you make eye contact with the man finally, because you realize you've been caught eye-fucking your boss your first unofficial day on the job.
And you know you've been caught because as soon as ya'll lock eyes, Corvus just laughs to himself as he grins down at you, "Well it's nice to meet you too."
You're so fucking embarrassed that all you can hear in the blood rushing between your ears. And shit, is it hot in here? Ahhh man, fuck it!
You shoot up from the couch, trying to play off what just happened. Darting your hand out to greet him properly.
"Nice to meet you sir, I'm y/n-"
"No need for honorifics. We're all equals here, just call me Corvus."
Corvus doesn't miss a beat as he takes your hand, giving it a firm yet gentle squeeze.
And though your body definitely caught his eye at first, those big beautiful eyes you're batting up at him is what's got his attention now.
"I'm happy to see you join us. You'll do good work here, I'm sure of it." he declares, never letting your hand go as you both just stare at each. Neither one of you wanting to pull away.
Enjin
"Semiu~ What my favorite girl up to?!" he just bust through the front doors yelling and shit.
Loud and proud for no reason. Semiu just rolls her eyes, fiddling with something at her desk.
"Since I know you ain't boutta leave me alone until I tell you, I'm training the new girl."
Enjin looks at her surprised, semi-intrigued about who this new girl is.
Leaning over the front desk, he gets in close with Semiu. Fanning her face and damn near fogging her glasses with his breath.
Dramatically looking side to side, as if he actually cares if somebody hears him.
"Is she hot?" he whispers, hoping that he'll have some eye candy on the job he can enjoy and Semiu knows this. She likes having it too.
That's why she be having those dirty magazines at her desk. So she plays along.
Dipping her glasses a little as she peers at him over the rims, "Yeah, almost as hot as your breath."
"Hey! I brushed twice today-"
"Semiu, can you help me with these?"
Enjin tears away from his fake argument with Semiu to see nothing but your cute face peaking from behind some unbelievably tall stack of boxes and stationary.
And damn are you pretty, so he figures he'll be C.S.H, aka Captain Save a Hoe, and leave an impression.
"Oh I got that sweetheart, let me handle that for ya." he practically coos.
And he thinks he's so fucking cool swooping in and "saving the day". Meanwhile, Semiu knows he on bullshit and just laughing to herself, knowing damn well he won't be able to keep that facade up once he sees what she saw.
"Now where you want me to put thes-DAMN!"
Oh yeah...he's leaving an impression alright...
But that's all he can say when he takes the boxes and finally gets a good look at you.
Your body is out. Of. This. World! Hips wider than outside with thighs to match, he knows whatever back there has to match too. And you're top heavy with a pretty face? And yeah he's damn near sold.
But you can't convince me otherwise that Enjin isn't more of a boobs and face guy. He gets to look at two pretty things at the same time, yk?
And you're just blinking while you stand there, at all shocked from his outburst.
And Enjin knows that was rude asf, so before he can break out in a cold sweat he tries to play it off.
"Sorry, I didn't get a good look at'cha with all these covering you up," Enjin hikes up the boxes a little to get a better grip, "I didn't think such a little cute thing like ya'self could carry all of this." he shoots you a cheeky grin. Making sure his dimples on full display.
Awww, he thinks you're dumb.
It's okay though, he'll find out soon enough.
Regardless, you know what you're working with. It ain't the first time you've been ogled at in your face. This ain't boutta be your last either. And if it's gonna be him doing it, you hope it's not.
Cause as you're blinking at him, you're actually taking him in. Tall, blonde, tatted, nice teeth.
I mean shit, the longer you look, the finer he gets.
So you decided, fuck it, you'll just go with it.
"Aww thank you, you're so sweet." you flash him a bright smile, touching his arm as you saunter pass him and stroll towards the supply closest behind the desk.
"You can put all that in here." you say as you enter the closest, poking your head out for a moment to speak again, "I'm y/n by the way." giving him a wink before ducking your head back in.
And like usual, his looks saves him from taking the largest. Fucking. L. Possible. Whether or not he knows it is a completely different conversation. But the way he looks back at Semiu to wiggle his eyebrows and grin shows he doesn't care either way.
Will exaggerate and brag to Bro and Gris about ya'lls encounter. Which will spiral into them making drunk bets on whether or not you're gay or straight.
leon can always confide in you for hair care | fluff & established relationship | my fellow black readers on tumblr wya | no hairstyle specified lol
(unrelated but leon looks good ASF IN THAT PHOTO 🤤🤤)
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“Leon! Have you seen my new conditioner—oh!” You started interrogating your husband before already receiving an answer.
He was perched over the bathroom sink, washing his hair fervently with a plethora of your beloved products. He made careful ministrations and deep scrubs like you’ve taught him.
“Hi,” he looked up, his brown hair falling flat as water cascaded down his face. The sight melted your heart at how unknowingly comical and adorable he could be.
“So, we stealing other people’s things now?” You started with a small smirk, then discretely hid a smile as you handed Leon a towel.
“What’s yours is mine, right?” He snaked his arm around your hip, “you know you can’t say no to me.”
“Stop lying. I think it’s the other way around,” you shook your head, while readjusting the towel on his head to be wrapped precisely. “Who would’ve thought you’d have a wash day. Time for a trim already?”
“Baby, I don’t think this shaggy look is for me,” his downturned lips pouted. “Mullets are not my thing.”
“I think it’s kinda cute. It could maybe suit you,” you kissed his jaw tenderly, then pulled away to rummage through your shared cabinets.
“It’s way too late to experiment,” he huffed while crossing his arms with a frown still present. The manner made his overall appearance very entertaining.
You tried not to laugh in front of him, turning back to the small compartments. Your hair care collection mainly took over all the space, from various combs and brushes, to detanglers, hair masks, waxes, and gels.
A lot came with your hair, but Leon loved the versatility of it all. You taught him new techniques for his own, maintaining his same style over the years. He kept his hair healthy and growing, but he couldn’t cut hair to save his life. There wasn’t just enough time to care, fortunately, you remained as his barber.
You found a pair of shears, comb, and hair oil to lead Leon from the bathroom to your bedroom. He had a distant look in his eyes, but a slight flush on his face as he looked at you. He never could understand how you stayed with him. You were so full of energy and love, while he felt tired and agitated relentlessly.
He thought you'd get bored and lonely when he was always on the go. But, you held a sickeningly high level of loyalty and respect. He swore to give you the same, for you gave him a reason to keep going.
“C’mere,” you murmured as you sat on the bed, prompting him to sit between your legs.
As Leon silently seated himself in your lap, he leaned back and looked at you with a small smile. He shrugged off the towel, allowing his brunette strands to stray in different directions.
Leon had fairly well maintained hair, but since you taught him new regimens, it had only strengthened over the years. With all the trial and errors, he stayed consistent with his signature look.
Even back when you first met him, all boyish grins and a beacon of hope, he was still rocking the same cut. It was one of the few things he still had control of in his life.
“How do I look?” He whispered, as you began to lightly douse his hair with the concoction. You massaged his scalp gently; the smallest ministrations making him relax in your hands.
“As gorgeous as ever,” you kissed his forehead, and took a comb to begin straightening his hair that stood up. “For someone who’s so stressed out all the time, you got a full head of hair still.”
“I’m just like that.”
“Boy, you are just blessed.”
“With you.”
“Where’s all this flattery from, Leon?” You chuckled, grabbing the hair clippers, angling his head correctly.
“Just making sure you don’t cut my head off,” he snorted, keeping still as you fixed his stance straightforwardly.
“You have little faith in me! To think I’ve done this for years,” you murmured in complete focus and determination.
You knew how short Leon liked some sections, and how layered he liked the other parts. This came with him over the years, understanding him to the rawest extent.
“I don’t trust anyone else, but you. I know that. You know that,” he whispered. It was true, he’s shown you so much that he could never feel unnerved or uncomfortable around you. He could let himself enjoy this stable relationship. He always has been.
“I do know,” a smile graced your lips at his words. You continued to cut methodically, using your fingers to hold areas in place and using the comb to keep each portion even.
It never took you longer than 30 minutes due to your precision. It was just simple quality time that Leon and you enjoyed having with one another. You both fell into a comfortable silence, understanding each other without verbalizing.
Leon could feel himself almost nodding away, but you kept him alert as you didn’t want his head to fall over.
“Sleepy?” You moved to the front of his scalp, carefully snipping the last of his new growth. He hummed softly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“I’m almost finishing up,” you combed his front bang, cropping it for one last touch-up and running your fingers through.
As usual, he looked stunning.
“All done,” you smoothed his hair back, combing once again. It was so soft and silky to touch, you marveled at how much his hair was tamed. Most men you’ve heard about would start developing receding hairlines or hair loss.
That would never be the case for Leon, however.
“I love you,” he turned to face you, on his knees as you were on the edge of the bed. He laid his head in your lap, running his hands down your thighs.
You cradled his head, fingers brushing on his stubbled chin. You flashed him a small grin, kneeling down to peck his lips. Your bonnet shifted a bit, obscuring your eyes.
Leon chuckled quietly, peering up to move it out your face, cupping your chin. He took the time to get a full view, losing himself in your eyes full of warmth and unspeakable volumes of adoration. He pressed his mouth to yours, to close the distance and move you both on the bed.
As you two broke the kiss, he laid himself flat on top of you, almost trapping you with his muscle mass. He relished in your presence; he was so happy to find refuge in you. Leon let himself melt into your soul and close his eyes.
He could breathe. He didn’t feel any tendrils of danger or pain. Nowhere around you.
“…..Leon.”
“Hm,” he grunted, staying motionless as he stayed sprawled out over you. He really had the nerve sometimes.
“Wanna get off me?” you squeezed his biceps as you wriggled under him. You pushed and tugged, despite him being dead weight essentially.
“Nah,” he caressed your cheek, cuddling into you further.
You could only roll your eyes, tangling yourself in his limbs.
Maybe you could stay like this, just for him.
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im so geeked, and i really love the way he looks in requiem. I LOVE OLDER MEN!!!!
⠀﹒୨𝑒 you hated the month of february. all the cute couples, flowers, stores filling their isles with romantic cards and stuffed animals. the sight made you sooo bitter.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 your bestfriend megumi got tired of hearing you complain. especially when he was right there. he was just waiting for the right time to ask.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who showed up to your door holding flowers and candy, and you who didn’t even realize he was asking you to be his valentine.
“did someone buy these for me!? did gojo tell you to-”
and the realization finally settles.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 it took you a second to process an answer. your blank stare shook him a little—thinking about just turning around and walking away, until you practically jumped into him and almost made him tip over. he embraced you back almost immediately as if it were instinctual.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 then there was yuji, who was his biggest hype-man after gumi told him he asked you out/to be your valentine.
“so when is the date!? am I invited to the wedding!?”
“can you quit? we haven’t gotten that far yet.”
“YOU SAID YET! SO ITS IN MOTION?”
megumi just sighs. he’s never gonna live this down.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who had gotten advice from gojo for your first date because he wanted your valentines day to be perfect. and gojo who suggested he take you to a candle lit, 5 star restaurant. megumi turned down the idea cause he thought it was extra. (they still went suit shopping just incase)
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who ended up doing something simple yet romantic, surprising you with a picnic date in the park.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 he was extremely thoughtful with the date. he remembered every detail about you down to a tea. he considered all the foods he got and which ones he knew you didn’t like or the ones you loved.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who was so nervous. you and him hung out all the time, so why was he hyperventilating on the inside all of a sudden?
⠀﹒୨𝑒 who took you to an arcade afterwards and won you a hello kitty plush. little kids behind you were absolutely swooned.
“your boyfriend is so cool!”
⠀﹒୨𝑒 neither of you bothered to correct them. you just smiled and laughed it off. megumi literally died on the inside, fighting back the urge to smile ear to ear from being called yours.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 you were sitting down at a small ice cream shop outside. the sun was setting behind him while the sunlight beamed on you in the most perfect way. the way the light caught your skin and made it glow in a way that didn’t even seem real from his perspective. and were your eyes always that shade of brown? you just smiled, totally unaware of how in love this boy was. he was gone for you. he just admired every part of you, leaving his ice cream to melt while you took small bites away.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who finally confessed to you after the day was over and asked you to be his girlfriend.
“i didn’t ask to be your valentine just because you didn’t have one…” he paused—then he looked away. “I did it all because I like you. I feel for you way deeper than friends would, and I wanted to know if-”
he doesn’t even get the opportunity to finish, the words were still hanging when your lips met his in a magnetic manner. for a split second he froze, then he just melted into you. his hands found your waist with a quickness, like you’d just disappear right there.
⠀﹒୨𝑒 megumi who’d secretly been waiting for that moment his entire life. he kissed you longingly. now you know why he didn’t eat his ice cream. I guess he was saving his appetite.
a/n — LMAOOO did yall like my corny pun at the end or nah. I personally think it was the cherry on top (get it? Ice cream sundays have cherries? ok sorry)
Warning: Obsessive behavior, stalking, mental tension, Baby is an iPad kid {saw this head-cannon and I loved it}
Synopsis: You finally made it to Korea, in your dream apartment and neighborhood. You decide to get to know your environment better than you do now when you meet them, The Saja Boys. They were singing their debut song “Soda Pop”, you watched for a little bit before continuing on your way, slowly forgetting about the performance. You finished your day by reading in the park before noticing something was off…
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Korea wasn’t the first option but it always was an option. Living in America and just making it by wasn’t ideal but moving to another country wasn’t something you saw yourself doing but you never downplayed the idea
You spoke to your family and close friends, saying your goodbyes because you don’t think you’ll be coming back, but at least you have one of your closest friends Ji-yoo coming with you. His mother’s family comes from Korea but his father was American, he wanted to come with you because he wanted to be closer to the other side of his family.
The trip to Korea wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was kinda enjoyable, but getting settled in was the problem. You managed to find an apartment before moving to Korea but the problem was you had to get to it and with no car it was going to be a trip.
You finished moving into your apartment, it took a good while because most of the stuff you wanted needed to be shipped, but the apartment is finally yours’
You wanted to take a walk when you get a call, you look for your phone and end up finding it and picking up
“Hello?”
“Why are you speaking to me like you don’t know who’d be calling you this early?”
“Hi Ji what do you want?” you ask, trying to find your purse to complete your outfit
“You remember our little date plan right?” he ask with a slight attitude
“Yes I wouldn’t dare to forget, I’m going out right now to get some food to make.” you say, rolling your eyes at his attitude
“Yea you better, because knowing you if I hadn’t called you would’ve forgotten.” he said as you hear a car door slamming in the background
“Where are you right now?” you ask before rushing to your window and seeing him leaning on the side of his car
“Why the hell are you outside my apartment right now…” you ask him as you stare him down from your window
“Girl stop talking and get your ass down here so we can go get this food.” he replied before looking up into your apartment building and flipping you off. You repeat the action back before finally putting your shoes on and walking to the elevator.
You meet Ji-yoo at the front before he practically tackles you into a hug
“You take too long, you know that?” he ask before letting go of you and fixing your frizzy hair, you roll your eyes before responding
“Let's not talk about who’s taking too long because last time I checked, last dinner date we planned it took you almost 2 hours to even make it to my house…” you say looking at him annoyed
“We turned a new leaf [✮], we don’t talk about the past.” he said snarky before walking away towards his car.
You just huffed before making your way towards him, waiting for him to get what he needed from the car. You guys started walking towards the convenient store before you heard and saw a crowd of people, looking around you and Ji-yoo started making your way to the crowd when you heard it
The Saja boys. That’s what this little boy group was called, or so you assumed since that’s what people were screaming. You watch their performance and for the most part they’re pretty good, but something in you was pushing you closer to them, pushing you to speak to them. You shove that feeling away and continue to watch, humming some of the parts that repeat itself.
You try to find Ji-yoo before seeing him standing on the other side, practically salivating at the boys. You rolled your eyes before trying to shove your way through the crowd to make it to him, you almost made it when you saw him, or more so he saw you. One of the boys made direct eye contact with you, and he was holding it for a long time. It made you nervous, but you couldn’t look away.
It felt like hours of just you and him staring at each other, before Ji-yoo snapped you out of it.
“Come on before we get distracted again.” he said before pulling you out of the crowd and making it to the store.
“Ji, was it me or was that boy staring mad hard at me?” you ask him before putting some ramen and kimbap into your basket
“No, I noticed but maybe it’s just that idol boy charm, probably nothing much really.” he said before he walked away
You shake your head agreeing but there’s something in you telling you it was more than just that, that it wasn’t just an idol boy look, he looked like he was trying to find out something about you, like you stole money from him and he wanted to make sure it was you.
You just shake away that feeling and continue with your shopping, getting snacks that you and Ji plan on scoffing down once you make it home
On the other side of the city were the Saja Boys, they had just finished their debut performance before making it back to their apartment but something had been on Romance’s mind for hours and he just couldn’t shake it off. He finally build up the courage and asked
“Was it only me, but did y’all feel her there too?” he asked before looking around the room at the boys
Jinu huffs, “I did, but it was probably just nothing.” he replied shaking his head, but he knows deep down it wasn’t just nothing
“No it wasn’t just nothing, I felt her and something’s telling me I saw her too.” Romance replied, huffing slightly at Jinu ignoring what he said
“He’s right Jin, I felt her too.” Abby finally spoke up before looking up from his phone over to the two boys, while the other two were in their own world
Baby laughed slightly before speaking up, “I found her, y’all are just useless.” He huffed before shoving his ipad into Romance’s arms. It was your instagram, it had nearly every picture you’ve ever taken, pictures of you and Ji-yoo, your family, and even you moving to Korea.
“YES! That’s her, that’s who I saw, I bet you that’s who Gwi-ma was talking about!” Romance jumped up before shoving the Ipad into Jinu’s arms,
“SEE LOOK FOR YOURSELF!!” he said, before dancing, feeling like he proved a point, just then Jinu looked at the Ipad and felt his heart pang even more than it already was, it was really you.
“Now are we all just gonna sit here and do nothing, because I found her address…” Baby said before continuing to drink out of some type of bottle. The rest of the boys looked at him before finally deciding to go out and look for you, their soulmate.
You and Ji-yoo were having the best night ever, just watching movies and eating the snack y’all brought earlier but it was getting late and he had work the next day. You lead Ji-yoo out to his car before giving him a hug and letting him go on his way.
It was slightly warm and nobody was outside so you decided to just sit down at a bench that was near a small pond by the side of your apartment building. You were there for a while, kittens were just roaming around before one jumped onto your lap while you pet it.
It was calming, with a slight wind and somewhat chilly air until you got this feeling, it was the same feeling you got when you were watching the Saja boys but this one felt different. It wasn’t that warm feeling anymore, it was more or so a feeling of being watched or even observed.
This feeling never went away so you looked around, trying to find out where that feeling was coming from, but you found nothing. Not wanting to find out anymore you made your way back into your home, the little kitten that was on your lap followed you home. You’ll just keep in mind you’ll have to go shopping for your new companion.
The boys observed you, they watched how you pet the kittens around you, they watched how your body relaxed in the slight breeze that was around you. They loved everything about you and they weren’t willing to let that feeling go.
“See, I told you it was her, just look at her.” Romance said with “heart eyes” as he followed your every movement
“I don’t believe it…” Jinu said looking stunned at your beauty
“She’s…wow” Mystery mumbled to himself before leaning in closer from the corner to look at you better
Baby and Abby were quiet, just looking and following the way you moved, slight obsession filled their eyes, they wanted to be closer, to have more of you. But before they could do anything everyone froze, as they watched you look around, slight fear on your face. That’s when they noticed you begin to leave, but Baby wasn’t going to let you go just yet.
As you were making your way into your apartment building, baby followed right behind you, ignoring the constant protest from the others. He was silent, just following you until he saw you open your door and close it after the kitten that was following you got inside. That’s when he walked over to your closed door and took a picture of your apartment number.
Some may call it stalking, but he’s just getting to know more about his soon to be lover. He finally makes it back outside before he was meant with four angry faces.
“Why the hell would you follow her?” Romance said before grabbing Baby and pulling him into the rest of the boys as they surround him in a circle
“What if you get caught then what?” Jinu said sternly before plucking Baby on the head
“How were we supposed to help if someone saw you?” Abby said shaking his head before huffing
Mystery stayed silent but by the look on his face, he wasn’t happy with what Baby did. Yes they wanted to get to know more about you and yes they might be a little obsessed with you, but following you home was a different topic. As the three boys continued to give Baby a stern talking that when he finally spoke up
“Do you want her address or not? We can send her gifts now…” He said as he looked at the other boys, it took them a while to respond before Mystery spoke up
“No gifts right now but soon.” He said before walking away, the boys followed after him
“Do you really have her apartment number?” Abby asked as Baby pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of your apartment number. The other two looked at the photo and smiled, they finally found their soulmate, and they don’t plan on letting you go.
synopsis : whoever x cake..hybrid(?) reader meet in a love hotel
word count : 3.6k ish
cw : 18+ mdni!, smut, hyper fem!reader, grumpy x sunshine ?, uhmm.. idk how to tag this but reader is a pastry come to life. think a slimegirl but cake (cüm is actual icing, nips taste like strawberries, reader is literally made out of strawberry shortcake), foodplay, messy oral (f + m receiving), teasing, riding, protected p in v, praise, nipple play, age gap(m is implied at being older), reader sorta has a bimbo personality and is implied to be an escort kinda, chubby!reader, petnames (sir, mister, sugar, doll, baby), no use of y/n
a/n: this lowkey dont make sense but its very sillyyy. have you ever experienced gender envy from looking at a pastry? just me? ok </3 ik love hotels r not like this irl, this is just funnn <3
wrote this as a gift to myself, happy birthday to mee (◕ᴗ◕✿)
divider cred @/suupersonic @/chrissiren
he's exhausted, bone tired from sitting on an uncomfy cushion for so long. his back aches, the company paid plane ride was too long, seats too small, bottled water too expensive. hopefully this hotel is better.
after barely getting a foot through the door, he sets his belongings aside in his room with an unceremonious plop, undoes his tie, steps out of his shoes, and face plants onto the mattress.
either these are the softest sheets in the world or he's just that delirious. could pass out like this, slouched on the bed face first if it didn't hurt his back.
god he needs to retire. and something to eat. his stomach is growling loud enough to echo in his ears.
moving slow as a snail, he sits up on the bed and decides to call room service. after a few rings, the front desk picks up, an older lady asking what he'd like. literally anything would be appetizing right now, so he grumbles a "something filling. surprise me."
she asks for his room number, tells him it'll be up soon, before setting the phone back on the ringer.
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some short time later, there's a knock and a cheerful, bubbly voice calls out from the hallway. "room service!"
he'd been lying down, almost dozing. eyes bleary as he pushes off the mattress with a quiet grunt; his back cracking in the process. he finally makes it over to the door with a yawn, swings it open, and is greeted with... what the hell?
he gives you a once-over; poofy frills, silk ribbons, knee highs with bows, matching heels. top and skirt entirely too short to cover anything. all decorating someone irrevocably made of… what looks to be cake. little strawberry accessories and dollops of whipped cream on your short top. you're smiling at him.
he blinks.
definitely delirious. just how bad is his jet-lag? he needs more sleep, and a doctor's visit at this point.
he pushes the door shut with a soft click.
you're left in the hallway confused, with a closed door in your face. didn't he just order room service?
"uhm, hellooo?" your sweet voice rings out again, curious and a little impatient. "mister!" you set your hand on your hip, tapping a heeled foot against the carpeted floor. "i have other clients, ya know?"
nothing.
you knock one more time for good measure, but still, nothing. maybe you're at the wrong room? wouldn't be the first time.
right as you turn to leave, the door starts to creak open. the older man stands in the doorway, staring down at you with narrowed eyes—as if he doesn't believe what he's looking at.
"finally! i thought you might've changed your mind." you spin around, bows swaying in tandem. your eyes run down his body—unashamed and bold in the way you admire his broad frame and strong features. he's huge! you strike a pretty pose, trying to seem more appetizing. "well, how do you want it? in there?" your voice lowers. "in the hallway?"
everything is going in one of his ears and out the other—too focused on ogling, lingering on the bow sitting at the apex of your cleavage, the sugar crystals glittering on your skin. he wipes at his eyes as if it'll help. when you don't magically turn 'normal', his brows furrow. "explain," he grumbles, voice rough from disuse.
"hm?" your head tilts, batting long lashes. "explain what?"
he motions to your entire being with a flick of his head. "that. everything."
"my outfit?"
no.
your eyes light up with excitement. "i got the whole thing on sale at this one boutique i frequent! it's usually soo expensive, like three whole dollar signs, but-" you go on, and he doesn't really hear it. he's wondering what are you? how is this happening?
did he finally croak on the job and this is a saccharine purgatory? can't call it heaven, he still feels the ache in his bones from the plane ride.
thinking about this any deeper will give him a headache, he's sure.
maybe.. maybe he should just go with it. indulge a little if he's really croaked. plus, he is still hungry.
"so then i-"
"you said room service?" he cuts you off, gruff but not necessarily mean.
"oh!" you nod quickly. "uh huh!"
he crosses his corded arms, leaning against the door frame now. "where's the food then, sugar?" he says it flat, the nickname teasing.
puzzled, you look at him like he's the scatterbrain. "are you kidding?" you snort.
his expression doesn't change from tired and deadpan.
realizing he's serious, you set your hands on your hips again. "you come to a love hotel, say 'surprise me', and then want actual food?" your glossed lips form a pout. maybe you needed a shorter skirt to entice him?
"w-what?" he sputters, brows lifting, arms quick to unfold. "a love hotel?" the man's head whips around, checking his room and bed. sure enough, there's heart shapes everywhere, even the bed. must've missed it in his drowsy state of mind.
"mhm." you trace a finger down your waist, purposely drawing his attention again. "you thought this get-up was just the regular uniform, mister?" a giggle leaves you. he looks anything but amused.
"how did…" he trails off with a sigh, grumbling more to himself than you—closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "knew the price was too good."
you giggle at his predicament some more. "welll", you hum, "since you already ordered.." taking a step closer, you peer up at him through your long lashes, smiling almost bashfully. "you should at least dig in, riiight?"
dropping his hand away, he blinks down at you with a very conflicted expression. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing—hookups or whatever—especially not with.. cake people? he should send you away and just rest.
but you look like a confectionary angel. dressed like a gift; smell like vanilla and berries, ogling him like he's the walking pastry.
despite his attempts at aloofness, your warm scent and revealing attire is clouding his better judgment. heat zings up his spine as he looks from your tight clothes again—soft curves spilling out, to your parted glossed up lips.
"how much..?" his voice lowers, just loud enough for you to hear.
"don't worry," you purr, leaning close—letting your fingers graze the back of his hand. "you're pretty cute, so i'll give a hottie discount."
his tongue touches the inside of his cheek. when in rome, he supposes.
quietly, he steps aside to let you in his room. you slip by with a little pleased smile on your lips, brushing up against him as you walk; soft and teasing. the sweet smell gets stronger and he unconsciously licks his lips.
closing the door behind you, he hardly has a second to breathe before you start moving. watches as you bend over the desk—dessert curves pressed against the cool wood of the table, tiny skirt rising to show a tempting peek of cotton panties. you sway your hips in a tantalizing fashion, propping your chin up in one hand, eyes flitting from his chest to below his belt. "gonna eat up now?"
he doesn't say anything, just takes a slow stride, closing the distance between you two. he's calm, but you can see the way his pupils are already blown wide; chest rising and falling faster. you feel the way his finger tentatively glides up the back of your thigh, tracing a slow path towards your skirt, lingering just below the lacy hem.
he's leaning over your body. just barely. "you're real warm, doll." a teasing murmur. his finger traces over where your ass meets thigh, sending a tingle through your sugary body. you instinctively arch and press closer to him—rubbing against his poorly concealed bulge—wanting more than just feather-light touches, no matter how nice it might feel.
you hum, enjoying the way his eyes wander over your curves. "i like having your pretty eyes on me."
a short, amused huff escapes him. his thumb traces the curve of your mound—light and exploratory; barely pressing against your clit. your hips twitch in response.
soon he flips the light fabric of your skirt out of the way, exposing more of your plushy body, darkened gaze falling on the growing wet spot of your skimpy panties. his breath hitches at the sight. you're already making a mess and he hasn't done much of anything yet.
your skin is perfectly soft; mesmerizing. the older man gives your thigh a testing squeeze, watches as his fingers sink in your soft cake body—warm and inviting—still firm enough to bounce back into place. he imagined you'd feel stickier, being a cake and all. but you just feel supple. a different kind of hunger settles low in his stomach. he wants to sink his teeth in you for more than one reason.
his touch feels electric, slow and deliberate enough that you're getting goosebumps. almost every other client you've had before has been faster, hungrily rushed right into everything, so now you're mentally screaming he takes your panties off already!
maybe he's read your mind since his fingers finally hook into the thin fabric. bending at the knee, he kneels and slides them down your legs at an unhurried pace, admiring the way the sodden fabric clings to your sticky folds. face just a few inches away from your cunt, he can't help staring, honing in on the slick starting to run down your inner thighs. and the undeniably alluring sight of your clit.
an honest to god strawberry sits between your puffy pussy lips. "cute," he mutters, dragging his thumb over your berry, feeling it throb beneath the digit.
then he's blowing a small bit of air on your slick mound, quickly making you clench around nothing, more arousal oozing out. "c'mon!" you huff, waited long enough, squirming atop the table. "this is literal torture."
big hands hold your hips still, keeping you from wiggling. he has a small grin on his face. "no patience, hm? tell me what ya' want then, sugar."
"eat meee, lick me." you're whining and shifting weight on your heels, turning to look back at him over your shoulder. "please, mister."
how can he say no to such a pretty sight? his hands find purchase on your backside, rough fingers grabbing hold of the plush globes of your ass, spreading to expose every dripping detail of your honeyed cunt and winking rim. your scent is heavenly up close—fills his lungs; something like strawberry jam and whipped cream.
he presses a wet kiss to your puffy lips, drawing a tiny gasping "oh!" from your throat. then gives a slow lick, slipping his tongue from your pulsing, strawberry clit to your soaked entrance, groaning at the taste of icing.
your pussy flutters wildly as his tongue starts swirling around your sweet berry—sucking it between licks, tracing lewd little circles, working its way up along your slit. you don't recognize the needy sounds escaping your mouth; whiny "omygod!"s and breathy moans as he swallows up your mess, mouthing on your clit until you start to whimper.
"fuck, you're sweet, doll." he murmurs against you, messily licking at your folds. you taste like buttercream.. or vanilla.. or berries? he can't think straight—all this sugar'll kill him, but he can't find it in him to care.
he's ravenous, fingers gripping you tight enough to leave marks on your plump ass, driving his tongue past your entrance to lick inside your squishy walls. arching further into his mouth, your mind goes blank, only filled with thoughts of him tonguing in your needy cunt, kissing up your cream.
"mmh—! c-cumming!" you grab hold of the table as your body tenses and shakes, walls squeezing around his tongue before releasing, soaking the lower half of his face in warm icing. his tongue laps up every syrupy drop, only slowing down when your legs start trembling.
you're panting a little, slumped across the wood, blinking a few times while trying to catch your breath. when's the last time you came that hard?
then you feel his hands move to undo the straps and ribbons on your heels, carefully sliding them off your feet one at a time. surprised, you turn to look at him. is he.. secretly polite?
"i could've—" you start, but he shakes his head, idly running his thumb over your knee high.
"you look out of commission. don't need you fallin' over and breaking somethin'."
the nerve!
"excuse you! i have plenty of energy left." you push yourself up off the table, stumbling very briefly before righting yourself—without his help, might you add. "see? now get on the bed old man! i'll show you."
he actually lets out a low chuckle. "old man, huh." slowly, he stands up from the floor, stretching a little after being on the ground so long, then he's looking down at you with a smug expression. "show me then, sugar. lead the way."
you grab hold of his big hand with a determined expression and tug him towards the heart-shaped bed, giving him a push to send him landing on the mattress with a small grunt.
untying some ribbons, off comes your frilly top, falling to the floor in a small heap, baring your soft chest to his gaze; dessert nipples now on display. his fingers twitch at his sides, hungry to touch. and taste. right as you're about to pull off your skirt as well, he stops you.
"keep it on." he sounds huskier now. you let your own eyes wander and notice just how much bigger his bulge has gotten, constraining against his pants zipper.
"aha!" the corners of your mouth curl up into a triumphant smile. "so you do like my outfit!"
his eyes linger on your chest, before lazily flitting back up to your face. "never said i didn't."
your glossy lips purse. eyes narrow. you huff, grumbling a 'smartass' while climbing onto the bed.
swinging a leg over his torso and sitting atop his chest with a plop, you get situated while he lets out a small 'oof'. he's met with the familiar sight of your sugary backside again, one of your fluffy skirt bows brushing up against his nose. guiding some frills aside, he gets a better view of your dripping sex. without giving much thought, he licks a short stripe up your rim. tastes like honey.
"eek!" you squeak, not expecting him to taste there too, quickly slapping at his thigh. "at least warn me first!" he only snorts in amusement.
done with his snail teasing, you're quick to tug at his zipper, hurrying the man out of his slacks and underwear without a care, discarding the clothes across the room. his heavy cock springs out of his boxers, slapping against his stomach with a thud.
"sugar.. hey, slow down-"
but he doesn't get to finish the thought, taking a sharp inhale as you lean down—soft, pillowy hand wrapping around his thick shaft tight—to give his tip a big, wet courtesy kiss, getting a tiny taste of his sticky pre. soon lapping up the slick like melting ice cream, causing his legs to squirm. before promptly swallowing down to the base with little resistance, nose touching his pubic bone.
he lets out a choked groan, equal parts shock and arousal. "f-fuck!" his hips cant forward with a mind of their own, burying his cock deeper, desperate for the wet heat of your throat as you suck.
your head bobs up and down methodically, eyes dewy; making your fluffy lashes wet. sweet saliva spilling from your lips while you hum; filling the room with sloppy, wet noises that mix with the sound of his heavy breathing. your sugary drool makes a slow trek down, dripping along his heavy sac to soak his inner thighs.
he's trying—and failing—to hold back his moans, grabbing hold of the sheets to anchor himself. letting out an especially loud groan when you start swallowing around him, tongue swiping at his base. "baby- baby, 'm not gonna last if you- fuck—"
he feels the telltale signs of an impending orgasm; a tingle up his spine, abs tensing, dick throbbing harder in your mouth. he's so close. so close..
yet you're pulling off him with a wet 'shlck', hearing the faintest whine escape him as his dick chases after the lost heat. "that's for all the teasing," you hum.
he lets out a slightly strained deep breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his wild throbbing to no avail. "think i recall letting you finish," he rumbles.
"ah, you have no patience, mister." cheekily parroting his earlier words with a grin, lips shiny with precum and saliva.
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having grabbed a condom from the nightstand, you tear it open and glide it down his cock, humming a random tune the entire time.
looking up at your face, he sees the sparkly lust dancing in your eyes. "'sure are excited, doll."
you nod, rubbing a thumb over his tip to watch how his dick instantly throbs and twitches in your hand. "mhm, you are too. can't hide it from me."
"uh huh" he tuts, grabbing at your plushy hips. "just get on."
"yes, sir" you tease. grabbing hold of his shaft, you line him up with your slit, his tip catching at your honeyed entrance, and begin carefully sinking down inch by thick inch, letting out a gasp as your walls stretch around only half of him.
"easy, easy." his fingers find your nipples, tweaking the squishy peaks between rough fingers to move your focus elsewhere. your back arches, letting out a breathy moan as you lean into his touch. "there ya' go, doll. don't rush it." he shifts in bed, sitting up against the pillows to take your other nipple into his mouth, creating a wet seal around it, giving a delicate lick. strawberries.. he groans around your nipple at the taste, sucking the hardened bud in an almost drunken rhythm. more icing slick oozes from your pussy, easing the last couple inches of his cock fully inside, buried to the hilt.
his hips jerk up involuntarily, drawing a whimper from your lips. "'so big," you sob, planting your hands on his body. feels like he's in your stomach, bumping against your gooey spot with just the slightest movement.
he releases your nipple with a wet pop, pressing a small kiss between your chest, carefully thumbing at your other peak. "s'okay, baby," he coos, his free hand settles on your lower back, rubbing soothing circles when he sees you start to pout. "don't start, sugar. 'know you can take it."
easy for him to say!
taking a deep breath, your hips slowly lift, slick walls dragging along his shaft as you raise up.. up, until only his fat tip stays inside. when you finally sink back down with a wet squelch, it pulls a breathless moan from the both of you. you manage to get into a quick rhythm grinding up and down his cock; frilly skirt fluttering about in tandem like a flower, soft chest bouncing in his face.
the older man takes your candied nipple back into his mouth, rolling your sweet treat between his lips before nipping at it. the strawberry taste coats his taste-buds, makes his mouth water; he could get addicted to tasting you. you're gushing now and he slips his hand under your skirt to rub at the bundle of nerves throbbing between your thighs, spreading the creamy mess.
your hips roll in tight circles now as you arch into his hand, letting out panting mewls and huffs, your cushy thighs slapping against his, teetering on the edge of another dizzying orgasm. your eyes roll in your head, babbling out "mmmgonna cum," while his tip keeps kissing your sweet spot.
"l-let it all out on me, baby." his raspy words vibrate on your skin, sending a thrill through your body that settles right between your legs. with a needy moan, your walls clamp down around his length, desperately milking his cock as you cum.
"shit," he hisses as your cunt massages his dick. big hands fall to your hips, holding on tight enough to bruise as he starts thrusting up into you, chasing his own impending release. "taking me so fuckin' well, doll." you just whine in response—wrapping your arms around his neck—on the verge of overstimulation.
you rest your forehead on his and it leaves him breathless, slinging his strong arms tight around your body to keep you close. he's staring up into your eyes with dilated pupils like you're an angel. "so tight and perfect- fuck.. so pretty." his hips stutter as he cums, letting out a deep groan as his cock swells and pulses, filling the condom up to the brim with his seed.
his hips give one last twitch before he's carefully pulling out with a low exhale, your warm cream gushing out soon after, leaving both of your thighs sticky with icing. he collapses onto the bed, looking drained but satiated. you follow suit, panting a little as you try catching your breath.
resting on top of him, you're peering at his face, seeing the sweat on his brow and hearing his deep exhales. "you okay?"
he nods with his eyes closed. "don't worry, doll. jus' tired." he slings his arm over his face and sighs. "think i need more than just sugar in my system, though."
to his surprise, you spring up as if the last few hours of intense coupling hadn't even occurred—hand making a bee line for the hotel phone. can't have your new favorite client exhausted! "on it! can order some real food this time."
the corners of his lips curl up. "thought you had other clients to attend to."
"hush, they'll live!" you turn back to the receiver, quickly dialing up room service. he doesn't wanna think about how much he's spending tonight.
a/n: would love to hear what u think abt this |･ω･). i personally had leon kennedy, nanami, and higuruma in the brain while writing
Clark loves to help take down your hair! He finds your hair texture magical.
Clark loves how your melanin glows in the sun, he’s always so quick to take a picture of you in it!
He also loves your cooking. He especially chows down if you’re making soul food, it’s become his favorite meal now.
Kicks anybody’s ass if they have a problem with him dating a Black girl.
Clark’s parents were very supportive of y’all’s relationship but also warned you both of backlash you may receive for being an interracial couple in Smallville.
Clark loves that you always smell like cocoa butter and vanilla!!
Clark is always very interested when you teach him more about your culture.
Clark loves to brag about you to any and everyone about how amazing of a girlfriend you are🥹.
A/N: I’m most definitely gonna start making more blk!fem!reader! X Clark Kent!! I made this in literally 5 mins lol.
