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If you raised your hand this tier is for you: Spicy Foreplay

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content: gn!reader. sex while on the phone. exhibitionism, humilation, petnames baby and doll. fingering + a slap on the thigh w/ shuji, unprotected sex w/ shin, kisaki and mitsu, sub!ran + cock sucking.

ft: hanma shuji, sano shinichiro, kisaki tetta, mitsuya takashi & haitani ran. — . ｡˚ ♡ he gets a business call while he's fucking you, & he accepts it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° HANMA is seated at his desk with you on his lap — your legs hooked over his thighs, spreading them apart as he pumps his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole.

he sends the watch on his wrist a lazy glance, and brings his eyes over to watch how you're getting wetter and wetter with each move of his digits. "don't get my suit messy, alright?" he intones into your ear, voice low and suggestive, and he chuckles at the way you clench around him.

"make a mess, and i'll be even later for this meeting than i already am." sin glistens in black cursive across the back of his hand, shiny with the slick that's already leaked out of you. you're doing your best to control yourself and not cum all over his hands and spill onto his pants, but it's near impossible with how he curls his fingers into all the spots that have you going out of your mind.

his phone rings just as you let out a sweet, desperate little moan, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he lets go of your throat, easing you up from the way he'd been holding you pressed flush and tight to his chest. for a moment, you remain limp in his arms, before you realize what he's doing.

it hits you a second later that he's going to pick up the phone, and you immediately lift your head from where you'd thrown it against his shoulder, looking up with eyes that silently beg him, no! — but he picks the call up anyway, not even returning your gaze. "the fuck d'you want, huh?"

he continues playing with you, slipping his fingers out for a bit to wipe some of your wetness across your stomach, before he brings them up to your face and nudges them between your lips, into your mouth.

"i said i'd come in a while late," he talks to whoever's on the phone, gathering your spit onto his digits before plopping them out and taking them down to slide into you again. "tell em if they want to meet me, then they have to wait for me. i'll come when i fuckin' want."

you clamp a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle away a whimper, and when hanma notices, his brows crease together even further, and he pulls his fingers out with a wet sound before he lands a harsh slap on the inside of your thigh.

the impact makes you squeal, and your face burns, because obviously, whoever was on that phone heard both the slap and the pitchy sound you made —

"keep your hands down, doll." he says, not even moving the phone away before he says it. he squeezes the stinging flesh in his hand, fingers so wet, and chuckles for the person to hear. "tell them to wait. i'll get over there when i'm done fucking my bitch."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° SHINICHIRO chews his bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he thrusts into you, trying so hard to keep back the increasing amount of lewd noises he wants to make.

"y're so fuckin' tight, baby. gonna make me — hnn, gonna make me cum." the counter is slick with the sweat from your palms as you grip the glass to try and stop from slipping onto it, but every time shinichiro grabs your hips and pulls you against him to sheath his cock fully inside you, you're barely able to maintain balance.

"shin, are you sure you locked the shop up?" you gasp, staring up at the lights that he'd switched off before he pulled you behind the counter with him.

"nah," he groans, length twitching inside you as his own hips stutter against yours — clearly, he doesn't care about anything except how good you feel right now. "benkei say's he's coming over with his truck in a few. got somethin' wrong with the engine, i dunno."

the fat tip of his cock lands a kiss to your weakest spot at the same moment that you open your mouth to retort, and all that comes out from between your lips is a shaky moan — and before you can gather yourself further to ask him what the fuck, the phone sitting on the counter just by your elbow starts ringing.

"huh?" shin grunts, mouth unlatching from the side of your neck where he'd been intending to leave a mark, and your eyes widen when he reaches over, hand leaving your hip, grabbing the receiver off the stand. "shin!"

"hello?" he says roughly into the thing, adjusting the angle he's fucking into you at. the way you squelch around him has him letting out a groan. "damn, benkei, 's that you?"

"shin? are you alright?" the hesitant reply that comes from the other end reaches your ear too, with how shinichiro has his chest pressed to your back, breathing into your hair as he continues fucking you, completely unbothered.

"yeah i'm fine man, but i'm busy right now." he huffs, and lets out another uncovered grunt. "just, with my baby right now."

"you didn't." benkei's voice goes stiff across the line. "didn't what?" shin chuckles breathily, stilling his motion for a second before thrusting into you so hard the slap of skin against skin burns both into your ass and into your ears—

you bite your tongue in your effort to remain quiet, but shinichiro throws his head back and lets out a heated gasp. "show up in like, fifteen minutes, benkei! we'll finish up by then."

and of course, benkei ends the call immediately, excusing himself.

"sano shinichiro, what the fuck," you hiss, but he's grabbing you by the jaw, pulling you back against him and twisting your face towards his for a kiss, effectively shutting you up. "c'mon, we both gotta cum — before he gets here."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° KISAKI snaps his hips into yours, pace furious, as he kisses you and takes the moan that falls out of your mouth, mixing it with a groan of his own. "don't ever fucking do this again."

"why not?" you pull yourself together against the rough rhythm of his cock in and out of you, for a second enough to flash him a teasing smile. "not like you'll have a choice but to drag me here and fuck me again, if i do."

the clock on kisaki's office wall declares that it's now 20:00, the designated time for the meeting in the hall downstairs, but he's still up here, hair and clothes rustled, pants unzipped, cock angry and balls so heavy, ready to fill you up with his cum. it's unlike kisaki to ever be late—

you both know there's not much time until someone calls him up, or comes here to look for him. "i'll just bend you over right there in the meeting room — fuck some sense into you."

it's unlike kisaki to be late — in fact, he'd already been seated at the table when you'd walked in for the meeting yourself, to find the place empty spare for him.

you'd slipped into the chair next to him, pulling him first into only a brief kiss, before you'd let your hands wander too far all over him, palming at him till he'd gone hard, the fabric of his pants getting strained with the begging of his cock underneath.

there was no way he could stand up and give anyone a speech, or present something at the board like that — hence you'd had to retreat back into his office, to get rid of the problem. "in front of everyone?" you laugh at what he'd just told you. "you wouldn't."

he presses his palm against the back of your thigh and lifts your leg up, hooking it over his shoulder and making you lean further back against his desk.

the position gives him easier entrance into you, and when he snaps his hips forward next, his cock slips in all the way, hitting you hard and making you cry out into his lips, into the next kiss he traps you in. "i would, if it meant finally putting you in your place."

the phone he'd taken out of his pocket and laid on the table lights up at that moment, and starts buzzing — indicating an incoming phone call. for a second, your eyes stay locked together. then, kisaki leans past you and takes the device into his palm.

"or, maybe." he hums, sliding his thumb across the screen to pick up the call. "i'll bring everyone here, instead."

the fact that he is the boss, and therefore can arrange to have meetings anywhere he desires, hangs tensely in the air as he brings the phone to his ear, cock still sheathed in you.

"you wouldn't." you swallow thickly, body heating up even further despite yourself, when he gives you a smile before turning his eyes to a side.

"hello? yeah, hanma, pass a message to the rest of the group, will you?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° MITSUYA grabs your ass and closes the distance between your bodies, your naked chest falling against his as he kisses at your collarbone and you curl your fingers into his hair, bouncing hazily on his cock — pushing him as quick as you can, to his high. "come on, takashi, cum for me."

he whimpers into your neck, his movements going shaky as he rolls his hips upwards in time to the way you lower yourself, feeling weak, soft and vulnerable under your determination to make him cum. "f-fuck, 'm close."

"you are?" you ask, voice taking a sing-song tone to it, and he hisses into your neck and nods, fingers digging into the soft skin of your ass. "such a good boy, takashi. make it fast. you still have work to do." he lets out another mindless groan, and you smirk when you feel his cock twitch inside you.

reaching down, you squeeze your hand between your bodies and through the gap between his legs, fingers first gently brushing against his balls, before you take them in your palm, running your thumb over his sensitive spots exactly how you know he loves it. his hips buck into yours, an automatic reaction to the feeling. "ah, shit—"

you flinch, and feel the way his body jerks, too — when the phone laying ontop of the sketchbooks on one side of mitsuya's work table starts to ring. "wh-who is that?" he stutters, whiney and irritated at the sudden interruption.

you smile at how cute he sounds, but then, he turns the chair around and glances past your bare shoulder at the phone screen, and you see the way his gaze flickers, going from something lust-filled and dizzy to something practical and dilligent within seconds — and you let out a disappointed tsk. "taka, leave it. i'm trying to help you relax here."

"can't." he shakes his head — his eyes flutter, lashes so long and pretty, lips pressed together as he tries to compose himself. "it's important." then, he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear. "uh, hello?"

you sit in his lap, mostly naked and with his cock still leaking inside you, as he blinks back the cloudy state his mind is in, staring at him as he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you a little closer, focused on what the person at the other end is saying. "so there's a spot empty? i see. will anyone do?"

he glances at you, meeting your eyes, and when you frown at him, he smiles. "yeah, it's pretty last minute so anyone's good. i'll bring someone over. i did make that outfit specially with them in mind, so it'll work."

you would be flattered, and gush over how sweet mitsuya is, thinking about you while designing outfits for a shoot, if he wasn't literally signing you up for it at the very moment.

he hangs up, puts the phone down and settles back in the chair, putting both hands around your waist again — and he blinks innocently when you brows knit further together as you keep staring at him.

"taka . . . did you just sign me up to model for that shoot?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° RAN glances out of the window, glad that he had them tinted when he bought the car — nobody's in sight, and it's too dark outside for anyone's attention to fall on a random car parked across the side of the road, beautifully expensive may the vehicle be—

but he's twenty minutes late already, and the agent waiting for him at the hotel two streets away might have thought he wasn't going to show up. "doll, are you done yet? i'm fucking late, you know?"

"no, 'm not done." you say, lips not leaving their place around his cock, and his hips buck involuntarily into your mouth at the thrill your murmur gives him. "i'll only be done when you cum, baby."

"i can't." he sucks in a breath, tries to push you off him, but in the position that he's currently in, he's pinned to the backseat and he can't move until you do — and there's no way for him to move you, with the back of the shotgun seat in the way. "i'll let you have my cum right after i'm done. promise, m'kay?"

"no." you hum shortly, before hollowing out your cheeks and taking his entire length into your mouth — your throat constricts around him, and he groans, hand flying to grip the headrest of the shotgun, trying to maintain composure and hold back his high. "doll, please. i can't walk in there with a leaking dick."

you pause for a second, before you pull away from his cock and look up to meet his eyes — his shoulders relax, thinking for a moment that you're finally behaving and giving in.

but then, your hand tightens around him, fist settling at his heavy base, and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from letting out a whimper. "what—"

"want you to cum, baby." you tell him, tone even and firm, and he glances at his watch again — he's twenty three minutes late. fuck.

"mikey's gonna kill me if i miss this," he tries to reason, but you lean in and land a kiss on his blushing tip, and he tries to pretend that the heat across his face is only because of embarrassment, but the way his cock twitches at the touch of your lips says otherwise, and so does the resigned, pliant look in his eyes.

it's at the exact moment that he pulls his phone out of his pocket that it starts to vibrate, signalling a call, and he turns the screen to you with shaky fingers. "look — look, they're calling me, baby. i'm late."

"pick it up, then." you tell him. "pick it up and tell them you're busy getting your cock milked in the back of your own car."

he flings the phone into the front seat, brows knitting together with annoyance and moreso frustration, because you stick your tongue out and pretend you're about to lick him, teasing, merciless. "i need to go now, doll, dammit."

"then hurry up and cum." you coo, tracing the head of his cock with a sharp nail, and the sensation only makes the weight of his balls harder to manage, makes him want to let go of what he's trying so hard to push back.

ran tries to swallow the moan that fills his throat, he really does — but you press another kiss to his cock, lick up the bead of white that swells up, and he's throwing his head back and crying out against your teasing touch. "the faster you cum, the faster i'll let you go."

match up request: Thank you so much for creating such wonderful content! I hope everything is fine with you, I apologize in advance for various mistakes, English is not my native language! This is my first request anywhere, so I hope I sent it to the right place!

I would like to know if I can request a match by tokyo revengers?

My personality: ISTJ-T, gemini zodiac sign, I am calm, quiet and even a little reserved for strangers, I try not to start a conversation first, for fear of touching on unpleasant topics for the interlocutor, but I am ready to support the person if he wants to communicate with me. I am more open with close people, together we can go crazy, but I quickly get tired of communication and I need a break sometimes long, but I always return to friends. I am not a very active person, and it is an art to get me out of the house, but I am extremely hospitable within my home and am ready to provide comfort and coziness to any person. For me, family comes first, so if you enter the circle of people close to me, I will do anything for you!

I like: music (it's a tragedy to go outside without headphones), books of almost any genre, but I prefer science fiction and horror, I have a sweet tooth and a homebody, I love comfort and cold weather and bitter coffee, I like cute things, there are collections of proteins that just lie and delight the eye. I love the silence, but from time to time I like to attend noisy events.

Pronouns : she/ her

A heterosexual girl, in a relationship I am looking for mutual respect and support. I will maintain stability and trust with a partner.

genre (fluff, Smut)

Thank you for reading this! Have a good day!

I match you with...

¡! Mitsuya Takashi ¡!

Why?

Because you are made for each other, a pair of good looking, kind introverts, never fails. your relationship is based in trust and stability!

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met in middle school

he was a quiet kid, nothing that really called your attention, until you had a project together

you were going to take care of an egg in pairs for three months just to prove that you were responsible of your own actions, treating the egg as your own child

you both named it Izumi

it was something kinda easy because of the calm nature of the boy

he always helped you, you need a small crib? don't worry, he has already bought one, you need time to yourself? don't worry, he's ok with extra time with Izumi, she needs clothes? don't worry, he already made 3 sets of colorful skirts and tops for the little one.

he always took care of details

you almost broke her one time. you slipped because you were in a rush to get to class in time, too bad they were mopping the floor

he, as the kind king he is, comforted you, telling you it was okay, Izumi was okay but you needed to be careful.

most of your classmates broke their eggs but you made it to the end with an A+

it was weird to stop talking to him after so much time, you went to his house often to handle him Izumi and now none of that happened, you missed him.

and so did he, he missed your soft laugh when he spoke to you about his sisters and how they wanted to take care of Izumi, your smile when seeing new clothes on the egg, your everything

so, he asked you out

meeting at 3 pm to eat in a ramen shop, then going to the mall to buy some things for you with you, and later leaving you in your house at 9 pm, with a tender kiss to your cheek, leaving you a blushing mess.

you had mutual attraction but it wasn't until the 4th date he asked you to be his girlfriend

the most caring boyfriend that exists

always makes sure you are okay, if not makes the possible to have you satisfied

buuuut he is not clingy

gives you personal space and expects the same

not possesive but likes you to wear his clothes in public

designs you clothes, and makes you model them

only handmade gifts

introduced you to Toman higher ups only, and always keeps you informed about whats going on in the gang

prepares to you dinner and invites you to his house to enjoy it with his sisters

enjoys to bake with you, somehow you always end up with flour in your body

introduced you to his mother one time and it was a little messy, the woman is not aware of her children, knows almost nothing about them :[

loves to hear you rant about your day

loves kissing you

he is a super good kisser wtf hidrated lips all the time

will go with you to make your nails together

defends you

will support you in everything

big spoon but sometimes likes to be the small one, just to feel your heartbeat

he has something with singing, so sing to him, does not care if you have a good voice or not

knows how to dance

will take care of you in parties, trust him your drink

sometimes acts like if he was your dad because he is used to taking that role

puts you first

is very proud of his sisters, shows you photos of them when they were young

likes to be vulnerable with you, mostly crying with you

avoids fights

super domestic, family iis very important to him

¡! NSFW ¡!

switch, but prefers being sub

DEGRADE HIM.

only when rough tho

bondage is wow to him

makes you lingerié, lots of lace and cute things

god with oral

the best thing your pussy has ever felt is his tongue and lips, always surprises you with some new movement

how? we don't know

bratty sub

will make you scream his name, doesn't care if you are heard across the world

not a massive cock but knows how to use it, and with his tongue is more than enough

beautiful fingers

they look even more beautiful inside you

isn't afraid to try new things, will hesitate with pegging but ends up doing it anyways

favorite position is reverse cowgirl

loves to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see your face

always makes you cum like 3 times

he will not try threesomes, just wants you

thigh riding and thigh fucking

thighs in general hehe

licks you up after cuming

equal pleasure guy

play with his balls

he normal trims his bush, he is not hairy after all

praises you when he is in his climax

consensual king too

will never do anything to you without his permission

doesn't admit it, but loves to fuck your throat

will be very passionate

aftercare is wow, just like him 😗

sorry for taking so long 😭 Im very busy in my normal life and my dad isn't helping

with love, for: @marikabal

¡! song recommendation ¡!

Guys fluff is also allowed so fill in the inbox it’s getting colder and i like doughnut by twice sO FILL IT NEOW

When Mitsuya misses you he humps his pillow like a bitch in heat🎀

This is so hot. Drooling. Flicking so hard to this omg omg omg my fantasy so juicy rn😍🎀💋💖

mitsuya saying “ma” or “mama” while he’s got you bent over the kitchen counter. why would you say that to me

HDMEJDKEKEDKDK KITCHEN SEX WITH SUYA!1!1!1!1!1! brain malfunctioning, all i can think about is him licking his lips n smilin’, sayin’ “go on, ma. do you.” when you tell him that you’re about to cum all over his pretty pretty cock.

PLZ YOU JUST DJSNDIS THAT TAKASHI X READER GOT ME SIMPING IN MY BESTIES DM ON TWT FOR REAL🤯😭😭

can i request takashi x reader semi public sex with oral (f receiving) and lots of dirty talk? bc i just imagine taka saying things like "shit, you're so wet for me" with a whole straight face (his self control is out of this world)

ps: sorry im not used to requests

It’s okay.

What’s not okay is Takashi boo giving you the best soul snatching oral of your life in at the ladies’ restroom in a restaurant with the straightest face in the last stalls.

Hardly managing to contain yourself, you tap Takashi three times to signal you were close. Forehead glistening with sweat, makeup nearly ruined, you find it harder to contain yourself and sit still with such skilled tongue overlapping your tender clit. Your moans muffled yet audible enough for your man to smirk narcissistically with an idea on his mind.

Hardly has been minutes yet you couldn’t contain yourself, your hand leaving your mouth grabs hold of Mitsuya’s hair. Pussy eagerly rubbing his face just to receive more attention until a slight pinch forces a yelp out of you.

“Dirty girl we don’t make noise in the restroom” your boyfriend slowly stands. Hair all tousled and cheeks as flustered, your neck is delicately handled. Lips on your ear, fingers tending to your throbbing clit, how were suppose to keep quiet?

“My dove can’t seem to contain herself, surely you must have class right?” Mitsuya is loving this. He’d be a liar if he said he never wished for such dominant position. His grip on your neck gets a lil tighter (not enough to overwhelm you) and your attention drifts to his belt buckles hitting the floor.

Pretty 7inch cock all out, lewdly oozing precum with an angry flustered tip twitching for release had your mouth watering. “Oh? Scratch that you’re obviously some dirty attention whore..right?” He slowly circulates his cock around your whole pussy, neglecting your main entrance, rubbing himself off to your warm slippery spot he stifles a groan. “Pretty thing can’t wait to ruin you”

Heightened awareness towards yourself as your body heat rises, your breathing gets shallow and the inner knowing between you and Mitsuya that you’re close forced Mitsuya to fall prey into your cunt. Strong cervical strokes, his tip brushing against your sweet spot. Everything was tasting static yet so alive, you couldn’t explain.

“Fucking hell you’re suffocating me uh-” Reaching his limit, Mitsuya hoists your leg up for more access. His lips finding comfort on your neck, hips start thrusting at an animalistic pace, barbaric enough to fill the restroom with clapping sounds. You let out lewd moans, turning yourself on even more and rocking your hips on his cock.

“Baby I’m close please ugh make me your slut fuck ba-ah” muffled mantras surrounding his name escape your plump lips as your peak come crashing and soul almost ascending. Squelching sexy cock stains with your cream, essence dribbling down to his stimulated balls.

This makes Mitsuya want to come twice as hard inside you, possessive enough to force eye contact and and flick his baby’s clit once more before releasing his heavy load in you.

“My pretty doll, we weren’t too loud were we?”

You mean HIS BALLS dropping on that fermented cooch? MOST DEF

Everyone has a dark side and so does mitsuya so I wouldn't be suprised if long dick Takashi was into pregnant yet breedable ladies

IT SEEMS LIKE IT

HJSDHSJKD

wait . .. what if he was in charge of designing your little pregnancy moment photoshoot outfit and thats when the ball dropped.

This. This right here. That man is not gonna see the world the same after I deal with him💋

guys I wanna suck mitsuya’s dick so fucking bad

soft but stern bf mitsuya with a bimbo gf 🤲😮‍💨

Floozy Minstrations

bimbo reader x mitsuya (slight hakkai and chifuyu)

Not proofread btw (from what i remember there's pussy slapping, alcolhol intake, dom mitsuya yeah that's all lol)

🚧DISCLAIMER🚧 BEING A BIMBO OR BEHAVING LIKE ONE IS NOT DEEMED AS SOMEONE STUPID THEY ARE HIGHLY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE WE ARE JUST MORE IN TOUCH WITH OUR FEMININE SIDE AND CAN BE HYPERSEXUAL SOMETIMES BUT IT'S SAFE. SOME CAN JUST PLAY DUMB FOR THE FUN OF IT!! ❤️ that's just my opinion on it and how I view bimbos we are more than stupidity excuse you❤️

I'll recommend the songs in the fic hope y'all enjoy it this is my first fic💕

Mitsuya loves you to bits obviously, whatever you want take it. You're sick? He'll make you soup, treat you to rubs and rest. Hands cold? Let him warm it up for you why didn't you tell him any sooner?! Feeling neglected and down? Don't worry he'll cockwarm you just right baby. He's the literal ideal boyfriend everyone dreams of, on his good side lol. There's alot you can do that won't faze him but don't push your fucking luck babe. If yiu demands you to stop better listen it's for survival purposes unless you want death by overstimulation.

WHIPLASH - NCT

The night was fucking alive. Vivid colours of magenta, neon pink, sapphire blue, and ruby red painted the well dim light club. Within each corners of the club or just anywhere really would be either couples making out, drinking, smoking or just getting fucked up on the dancefloor.

I think there were some traces of moll- nvm actually. Strong scents of pleasent fruity alcolhol and slight faint smell of weed wafted in the humid space, just right outside was streetfood if doors were opened wide enough getting a refreshing breeze of Viet, Mexican and Southern African seafood (the region) cuisine enough to make anyone drool and run to the stalls.

Along the dancefloor sweaty, moist, hot bodies were compressed to one another either by choice or force, some for relieving sexual friction others well.. It's a club what'd you expect. Deafening ass music blasting a compilation of the djs best tunes for any atmosphere especially awakening the inner bitch in you.

Chants from pure bliss called to your body as you downed 2 jello shots with Draken, the quick buzz going straight to your head. "FUCK YEAH" both roared freely. The early stages of the night weren't much memory you had of but one thing is for sure is that you were having the time of your lives cause Smiley's annual parties never miss.

The gang were all laughters with a lil booze and weed involved, everyone looking their best but baby you.. You looked a lil too fine to be in a relationship and that plummeted Mitsuya's mood. A wee bit hours ago y'all might or might not have gotten into a heated argument about you're attire that might've delayed y'all to the party.

Oh and get this no apology the fuck. Don't get him wrong though he's the best and means well it's just.. You looking so fuckable with all that skin showing its hard to take any wandering eyes off you. Especially if those eyes belong to fucking Hakkai and Chifuyu that have been preying on you since the start of the night.

Mitsuya is calm headed so it really is an issue if he says so, he hates being extra but oh darling were you fucking loving every moment of it cause how dare he? Tell me what I should or shouldn't wear? Has he lost it? It's your body, not your fault you had good genes that's currently underneath a loose, deep v cut backless satin dress of your favorite colour and L'interdet by Givenchy to enchance your femme fatale. It was a perfect match made in heaven to pop any boners within a kilometer away, even got Mitsuya's attention before y'all dated. Sweet memory but not tonight. You were pissed the fuck off.

CRIMINAL - TAEMIN SLOWED//FILTER - JIMIN BTS (OPTIONAL)

What's with him anyways? Oh what just cause you're clueless at times means you aren't aware of my surrondings and his friends homeboys eye-fucking the shit outta you? Oh. Perfect.

"Chiiiiiiiifuyuuuu" A blonde head slowly perked up, blue-green orbs figuring out who called for him, wasn't needed since he noticed your figure strutting towards his area. With each step your hips sway at ease, legs smooth to the feel and shiny all over under the fluorescent lights, hair and makeup stacked and that dress? Don't even. He dared not to blink with fear of missing out in the tiny details of you. Tits bouncing up and down with delight sync to your confident strut until they were a little too close.

"Hey what's up?" He was currently chilling with Hakkai that maybe stared you down on your way there (yes). Both mindlessly chatting about whatever, you lower yourself to sit in between the two. With your outfit and cologne it's excruciatingly hard for them to not smell the sex appeal off you and not have primitive desires of stuffing you full. Without warning, a soft acrylic manicured hand feels on Chifuyu's upper thigh, plump glossy blow job looking lips coated in crimson lip tint to his ear "We should dance it's abit boring don't ya think?" you softly purr caressing his thigh.

Swiftly standing up and reaching for your wrist, you too stand but kind of wobble on your heel resulting in fall right into Hakkais lap. "Oh dear Hakkai are you okay I'm so sor-" Oh. The two of you exchange 'unreadable' expressions but are very much intuitive to the situation. His big hands right on your waist still vice gripped to ensure security, your crotch right on top of his with your arms around his shoulders.

With a cherry on top, Mitsuya witnessing everything unfold infront of his eyes almost breaks a glass. You little whore.

Quickly turning your body to stand and apologize you pick up on Mitsuya shooting daggers at the situation. You know what.. You take time to fix yourself whilst still on Hakkais lap, this time your back is to him. "Hakkai.. Is my dress okay? Can you check for any tears?🥺" Damn. It's really getting hard to breathe. You purposefully grind on his dick. He's stifles and swallows a deep groan down but it doesn't go unnoticed by you. "Well.. Is it okay?" "Y-Y- fuck. Yeah it's completely fine don't worry bout it sweetheart" he flashes a quivering sexy grin. Let's not lie Hakkai is attractive as fuck. You swiftly get up and notice a neat dark stain of precum on his jeans. Nice.

"Thank you Shiba" you happily exclaim making your way to the dancefloor. He nods you off too as he exits to make a 'phone call'. Your eyes wander around to only catch Takashi. He's still staring? Jeez. You send a wink and a blow job gesture to him with an innocent smile at the end. Dickhead.

CIX - WHAT YOU WANTED

The dancefloor was packing and crawling with hot sexual movements, body rolls, crying out loud for someone, anyone to notice and reciprocate the exact energy and libidinousness. Those looking for flings stay compressed dancing, others still dance to free of their mundane or unique burdens by the buzzy sensation in their veins and head from ingestion of weed and alcolhol. It was a not brainer either you want to fuck or you want to feel free.

You were having the fucking tiempo of your life with the rest. A purple solo cup in his hand nodding his head to the beat of the song whilst taking occasional sips, a volume of long hair being thrown around from a feminine petite lightweight big chested figure, and you. Your hot ass just accompanying Chifuyu and Emma. Well.. Chifuyu cause Emma wylin. Everything was litty until songs were switched. "NO FUCKING WAY Y/N IT'S OUR JAM THROW THAT AS-" "Nah we heading home see ya guys" whining and fumbling on his shoulder in resistance, she hits Draken but he don't budge it just irritates him more. He bids us farewell to cool his date down. Thank Goodness. She was not your priority rn.

"Chi.. I thought we were dancing you keep sipping" 'pure' eyes gleam back at him with pouty lips. "Hah? I gotta finish it I can't leave it alo-" cup long forgotten in spilt seconds as you chugged the flavour blast of pomegranate cherry cinnamon combo, latching onto him by his belt to draw him closer. You rapidly rotate, with your back to his chest,almost knocking heads. Slight damp foreheads touching, deep inhales of expensive perfumes taking place as natural body odor, Chifuyu is left rock hard and the burning temptation greatly increases.

You initiate the devils tango by slowly gyrating your hips on his, ass all flushed on his pants, arms loose in the air. Thanks to the alcolhol, shyness decamping his aura, he receives your 'call', hands roaming your body until he finally settles on your hips..wait..nvm..He reaches one hand up your breastbone grazing your mushy mounds to settle his pretty long fingers loosely, but gripped around your delicate, perfumed neck. This isn't suppose to be feeling good.. Right? "You're so wild dove" he swiftly spins you to have you back in the same position but force your head on his shoulder to nibble on your earlobe "You sure Mitsuya treating you right?" voice dropping deeper than Mitsuya when he's balls deep in you, his fingers gracefully dancing around your neck "Tamed foxes don't act like this" a raspy chuckle follows after that leaving you in a little messy situation.

Craning your neck more you sweetly add "Mitsuya? What about him? We're happier than ever" Fuck for someone as drop dead tasty you sure are 'dense' to the environment. "I mean you're too precious looking to be behaving single, surely.." he pulls you impossibly close slight chapped lips on your neck and his cock rock hard "you must be frustrated in some regions.. right cookie?"

This time looking at him in the eye, your soft slight puckered fat bottom lip sucked in between your teeth to reply back but air leaves your trachea as your jerked away from his warmth. Vision blurred by the sudden movement to only be met by a strong familiar breathtaking scent of Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue cologne that never fail to have you dripping.

"Oya?" boyish smirk evident on his features "You know.. For someone that's courted you sure do know how to slut yourself" he pauses to look at you dead in the eyes as he swipes a lick on your gloss stained lips "I thought I tamed you by endless fucking and spoiling you.. This is how you repay me bunny?" His warm cranberry breath filled your nostrils and it was getting harder to breathe. Quivering lips with loss of words, you attempt to speak but you can't help it. Lavender orbs on you like tunnel vision, it's like he's penetrating your soul.

"I'm tired let's go" without bidding farewell to the gang, Mitsuya rushes you out with long strides to his car.

HOUSE OF CARDS - BTS

Dead. Silence. However, it in this case it was LOUD. Mitsuya looking as cool as a cucumber tricked you into thinking that the situation was swept under the rug. I mean.. You didn't really do anything wrong, twas just to piss him off for being authoritative. Whatever he was overreacting anyways he'll be fine. Yeah? So why isn't he talking? You may be smart but goodness think.

Calmly disposing the top part of his attire, he's left shirtless but so quiet. Your mind already doubting and flooding with intrusive thoughts until they get cut short by a summon. "Y/N" a deep voice coos. "Yes love?" You can't see his face so you're met with his back as he fixes his ring collections. "Why are you still dressed?" "Eh? What-" "I know you fucking heard me you whore don't fucking make me repeat myself" you're once again met with droppy but fierce,lavender eyes penetrating your whole outer and inner world as you nervously scramble but fail to remove your attire

"fucking pathetic" he strides, disfiguring your hair and makeup but lets you keep the dress on? He manhandles your body to taste, having you bent over his lap, fleshy smooth ass bare and exposed with slick coated inner thighs. "Ah!" 5 straight slaps to your clit left you whimpering unexpectedly, cunt oozing out more slick, sliding down your plush thighs. Continuous slaps to your cunt as he kneads the swollen bud, blissful shocks sparking through your body all the way to your core, your mind hazy, body shivering and your breathless, erotic moans filling the room leaving your voice hoarse but you can't get enough. You need more. You want more fuck.

Kneading your abused clit, he leaves to land a harsh ear piercing smack on your left ass cheek, a painful yelp forced out of your mouth while he simultaneously grabs a fistful of your hair to hold a mandatory eye contact. His face inches close to yours, hot breathes being exchanged as he roughly sucks your bottom lip in, long slim fingers finding comfort around your gummy walls. He completely halts to pick you pick, pinning you against the wall, legs around his waist, his fingers finding your cunt and amplifying speed before stopping in between to give your clit slaps and flicks here and there.

Your out of the world, all five senses heightened as you desperately reach for your high, pleading for more, hands fidgety, eyes rolling back and toes curling from the discomfort of waiting for his greenlight to release. You need it badly, fuck how long has it been? 20 mins? 5 mins? What time is it? Your raunchy will to just explode on his fingers increases. "I- Mi.. baby.. 'kashi- ple- fuck please fuck me I can't- sir- more please wan' you s-so bad ah ta-"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" Dark raspy chuckles emit from him "I never please disobedient nymphos" All movements stop, he safely but carelessly drops you to sit at your shared King size bed. Manspreading, jeans loose, glistening thin layered skin with a strained 8.5 inch bulge leaking precum accompanied with ardourous, unsympathetic eyes "the moment I have you brain dead, cock-hungry and pleading for me I'll give you whatever you wish" Smirk betraying his words whilst he unbuckles his belt, clean belt in display. Prepping the belt by stretching and testing out the slaps he pleasently coos "Maybe who knows❤️" he drops all demeanor with a stern scowl present on his features as he leans on the bed. "Fucking come here, my dick's bored"