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[...] It only hurts if you let it,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You lift your hands slowly, pretending not to care.

— did what?

Jay rolls his eyes, already reaching for you.

— your little claws.

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

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

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

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

— me? never — you reply, laughing.

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

Then another. Moving upward.

Wrist. Back of your hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

fluffy, kisses, f!reader. c1cy bookshelf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— you’re making things harder, babe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— idiot.

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

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𓂃 Enhypen

Chilly - LHS

... 18+ - LHS

Nerdy - PSH

Beach - NRK

Most Beautiful - NRK

Little Claws - PJS

𓂃 BoyNextDoor

Sweatshirt - Han Taesan

𓂃 Riize

Spa - Anton Lee

𓂃 Cortis

Lip Balm - Martin P.

𓂃 Jujustu Kaisen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tough day?” you asked softly.

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

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

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

“Stay,” he mumbled, half-asleep.

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

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

You chuckled softly. “I won’t.”

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

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

“Feeling better now?” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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