Iridescent

ೃbf!megumi x femreader (nsfw / suggestive content)

so there you are, kneeling on the hard bedroom floor wearing your crappy hand-me-downs, a tight tank top and some ripped short shorts.

surprisingly you’re not that tired considering you’ve been painting for a couple hours and it’s the middle of summer with high temperatures, but you’ve finally decided to give yourself a break.

you texted megumi earlier while he was at work and told him that you’ve been doing this house chore as a surprise (because you’ve both been stupidly procrastinating this for about a year).

as soon as he steps foot into the apartment, he goes straight into the bedroom with an ice pop in his hand “hey i’m back- it’s so hot, have you been taking breaks and-“ a faint, worried look is etched across his face; he knows how stubborn and determined you can be, so he wanted to make sure everything was fine.

but it wavers when he sees your set up, cool air waving through the room from your fan while you sip on an ice cold soda. “babe, i know how to take precautions in this heat”, rolling your eyes.

a scoff conceals his sigh of relief, then, glazing over your small kneeling figure on the floor, he peeks your plump, shining cleavage poking out from your small tank top and a suggestive-looking white paint splatter smeared on your cheek and collar bone.

his expression changes - now that he knows you’re okay.. there’s no harm in a little fun, especially since - “i had a pretty bad day at work today”, he murmurs, loosening his tie slowly with slender fingers and pulling a chair close, he sits in front of you and spreads his long legs wide with a low sigh.

“…are you okay? wanna tell me about it gumi?” your glistening big eyes staring up at him so innocently turns him on even more.

“not right now… your ice lolly is melting” he holds it out towards your face like he’s feeding a dog a treat and you’re about to take it when he suddenly jerks it away “uh-uh. i can hold it”

“what? but-“

“go on. quickly, before it melts even more.” megumi’s voice is soft but demanding. he watches intently as you obediently shuffle closer and lean forward. your tongue runs up the side of the lolly, catching the melted syrupy drops before they fall.

“atta girl”

realising what he wants, you feel heat rise up in your cheeks and your thighs clench together from his praise. lifting your head, you stick out the tip of your tongue to give the end of the lolly kitten-licks.

“haaaaah what a slut..” your eyes trail to where his other hand is squeezing his throbbing bulge through the thick material of his jeans as he stares down at you smugly.

the hand that he was palming himself with trails to the back of your head, gathering your hair into a ponytail “you can take s’more yeah? it’s good practice” and he lowers your head down while his other hand lightly thrusts the lolly into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly.

you rub your thighs together almost subconsciously while the sticky, fruity flavoured liquid drools from the corners of your mouth. “what a messy girl..”, voice low and condescending, he bobs your head up and down a few more times before lifting you off with a ‘pop’ so you can breathe.

panting slightly, you sit there while he watches you and bites off the pathetic melted lolly that’s left on the stick. then he lifts your chin up and shows you his fingers covered in pink syrup “c’mon, clean them up. open”

you do as he says and he pushes each of his fingers from his left hand into your mouth one by one. megumi groans softly as you suck and lick each finger clean “good girl.”

when your done he leans down to kiss you, prodding his tongue past your lips, sharing the ice cream through both of your mouths passionately.

biting your bottom lip, gumi pulls away and cradles your face gently, bringing one of your hands to feel his now more prominent hard-on.

“you did such a good job painting the walls baby.. you’ll let me paint your pretty throat white too yeah?”

A/N : idk how to feel abt this, i kinda hate it

also, i keep thinking my writing is bad and i’m tryna get better over time so i’m open to constructive criticism :P

ೃbf!megumi x femreader (nsfw / suggestive content)

so there you are, kneeling on the hard bedroom floor wearing your crappy hand-me-downs, a tight tank top and some ripped short shorts.

surprisingly you’re not that tired considering you’ve been painting for a couple hours and it’s the middle of summer with high temperatures, but you’ve finally decided to give yourself a break.

you texted megumi earlier while he was at work and told him that you’ve been doing this house chore as a surprise (because you’ve both been stupidly procrastinating this for about a year).

as soon as he steps foot into the apartment, he goes straight into the bedroom with an ice pop in his hand “hey i’m back- it’s so hot, have you been taking breaks and-“ a faint, worried look is etched across his face; he knows how stubborn and determined you can be, so he wanted to make sure everything was fine.

but it wavers when he sees your set up, cool air waving through the room from your fan while you sip on an ice cold soda. “babe, i know how to take precautions in this heat”, rolling your eyes.

a scoff conceals his sigh of relief, then, glazing over your small kneeling figure on the floor, he peeks your plump, shining cleavage poking out from your small tank top and a suggestive-looking white paint splatter smeared on your cheek and collar bone.

his expression changes - now that he knows you’re okay.. there’s no harm in a little fun, especially since - “i had a pretty bad day at work today”, he murmurs, loosening his tie slowly with slender fingers and pulling a chair close, he sits in front of you and spreads his long legs wide with a low sigh.

“…are you okay? wanna tell me about it gumi?” your glistening big eyes staring up at him so innocently turns him on even more.

“not right now… your ice lolly is melting” he holds it out towards your face like he’s feeding a dog a treat and you’re about to take it when he suddenly jerks it away “uh-uh. i can hold it”

“what? but-“

“go on. quickly, before it melts even more.” megumi’s voice is soft but demanding. he watches intently as you obediently shuffle closer and lean forward. your tongue runs up the side of the lolly, catching the melted syrupy drops before they fall.

“atta girl”

realising what he wants, you feel heat rise up in your cheeks and your thighs clench together from his praise. lifting your head, you stick out the tip of your tongue to give the end of the lolly kitten-licks.

“haaaaah what a slut..” your eyes trail to where his other hand is squeezing his throbbing bulge through the thick material of his jeans as he stares down at you smugly.

the hand that he was palming himself with trails to the back of your head, gathering your hair into a ponytail “you can take s’more yeah? it’s good practice” and he lowers your head down while his other hand lightly thrusts the lolly into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly.

you rub your thighs together almost subconsciously while the sticky, fruity flavoured liquid drools from the corners of your mouth. “what a messy girl..”, voice low and condescending, he bobs your head up and down a few more times before lifting you off with a ‘pop’ so you can breathe.

panting slightly, you sit there while he watches you and bites off the pathetic melted lolly that’s left on the stick. then he lifts your chin up and shows you his fingers covered in pink syrup “c’mon, clean them up. open”

you do as he says and he pushes each of his fingers from his left hand into your mouth one by one. megumi groans softly as you suck and lick each finger clean “good girl.”

when your done he leans down to kiss you, prodding his tongue past your lips, sharing the ice cream through both of your mouths passionately.

biting your bottom lip, gumi pulls away and cradles your face gently, bringing one of your hands to feel his now more prominent hard-on.

“you did such a good job painting the walls baby.. you’ll let me paint your pretty throat white too yeah?”

A/N : idk how to feel abt this, i kinda hate it

also, i keep thinking my writing is bad and i’m tryna get better over time so i’m open to constructive criticism :P

ೃbf!megumi x femreader (nsfw / suggestive content)

so there you are, kneeling on the hard bedroom floor wearing your crappy hand-me-downs, a tight tank top and some ripped short shorts.

surprisingly you’re not that tired considering you’ve been painting for a couple hours and it’s the middle of summer with high temperatures, but you’ve finally decided to give yourself a break.

you texted megumi earlier while he was at work and told him that you’ve been doing this house chore as a surprise (because you’ve both been stupidly procrastinating this for about a year).

as soon as he steps foot into the apartment, he goes straight into the bedroom with an ice pop in his hand “hey i’m back- it’s so hot, have you been taking breaks and-“ a faint, worried look is etched across his face; he knows how stubborn and determined you can be, so he wanted to make sure everything was fine.

but it wavers when he sees your set up, cool air waving through the room from your fan while you sip on an ice cold soda. “babe, i know how to take precautions in this heat”, rolling your eyes.

a scoff conceals his sigh of relief, then, glazing over your small kneeling figure on the floor, he peeks your plump, shining cleavage poking out from your small tank top and a suggestive-looking white paint splatter smeared on your cheek and collar bone.

his expression changes - now that he knows you’re okay.. there’s no harm in a little fun, especially since - “i had a pretty bad day at work today”, he murmurs, loosening his tie slowly with slender fingers and pulling a chair close, he sits in front of you and spreads his long legs wide with a low sigh.

“…are you okay? wanna tell me about it gumi?” your glistening big eyes staring up at him so innocently turns him on even more.

“not right now… your ice lolly is melting” he holds it out towards your face like he’s feeding a dog a treat and you’re about to take it when he suddenly jerks it away “uh-uh. i can hold it”

“what? but-“

“go on. quickly, before it melts even more.” megumi’s voice is soft but demanding. he watches intently as you obediently shuffle closer and lean forward. your tongue runs up the side of the lolly, catching the melted syrupy drops before they fall.

“atta girl”

realising what he wants, you feel heat rise up in your cheeks and your thighs clench together from his praise. lifting your head, you stick out the tip of your tongue to give the end of the lolly kitten-licks.

“haaaaah what a slut..” your eyes trail to where his other hand is squeezing his throbbing bulge through the thick material of his jeans as he stares down at you smugly.

the hand that he was palming himself with trails to the back of your head, gathering your hair into a ponytail “you can take s’more yeah? it’s good practice” and he lowers your head down while his other hand lightly thrusts the lolly into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly.

you rub your thighs together almost subconsciously while the sticky, fruity flavoured liquid drools from the corners of your mouth. “what a messy girl..”, voice low and condescending, he bobs your head up and down a few more times before lifting you off with a ‘pop’ so you can breathe.

panting slightly, you sit there while he watches you and bites off the pathetic melted lolly that’s left on the stick. then he lifts your chin up and shows you his fingers covered in pink syrup “c’mon, clean them up. open”

you do as he says and he pushes each of his fingers from his left hand into your mouth one by one. megumi groans softly as you suck and lick each finger clean “good girl.”

when your done he leans down to kiss you, prodding his tongue past your lips, sharing the ice cream through both of your mouths passionately.

biting your bottom lip, gumi pulls away and cradles your face gently, bringing one of your hands to feel his now more prominent hard-on.

“you did such a good job painting the walls baby.. you’ll let me paint your pretty throat white too yeah?”

A/N : idk how to feel abt this, i kinda hate it

also, i keep thinking my writing is bad and i’m tryna get better over time so i’m open to constructive criticism :P

bsf!choso x femreader • (nsfw) ۶ৎ i need him so bad

it all started because of that damn bikini. a cute, pink halter neck scattered with brown polka dots.

to be fair to cho, you looked great. full tits held up just right, showing the perfect amount of cleavage and your plush, bare ass with the thong style bikini bottom travelling between your cheeks.

•

you just finished getting changed in your airbnb room and are about to head out to the beach with choso.

“i’m done!! you can come in now”

this is your first time wearing something so revealing because up until recently you’ve felt super self conscious. but cho always makes you feel good about yourself and you have grown so much confidence.

he turns the handle and lets himself into your room. as soon as he sees you his expression changes. eyes widened and lips slightly parted, breath hitching quietly.

grinning, you walk closer and grasp his hand “don’t i look good?! i’m so excited let’s go!”

cho’s dark irises travel from your bright, squinting eyes down to the enticing valley between your breasts. a lump forms at the back of his itching throat. his eyes dart back up, your glossy plump lips come into view. gulp.

he’s seen so many women in bikinis at pools and beaches - even nudists. but he’s never been affected before so why now? why you?

the sight in front of him is dizzying. hairs at the back of his neck prickling, pupils are dilated, his trousers feel too tight, and jesus it’s a hot day today but he shouldn’t be sweating this much.

his head is cluttered with thoughts, dirty ones. ‘come on think about something else think about something else’ he repeats over and over in his head.

then to make matters worse you say his name “choso?” so sweetly, so softly.

the constraints of his boxers are getting increasingly uncomfortable. god he feels humiliated.

“y/n i uh- just give me a minute”

“what? are you feeling ill? cho-“ then you see the throbbing bulge pressed against the confines of his trousers which he quickly tries to conceal with his hand.

“im so sorry y/n im sorry” his voice trembles out of pure embarrassment.

a second of silence

“can i help?”

what?

the innocent sounding question rings in his ears “you- you want to?”

“i wanna help cho” nodding “…how can i.. help?” you ask quietly, this is unlike you, in fact this isn’t like either of you. sure you’ve both always been overly affectionate with each other but never to this extent.

both of their hearts are racing a mile a minute, the tension sitting thick in the air.

he stares down at your hand, the ache of his throbbing hard-on has become almost painful.

to be honest, you’re really turned on at the sight “cho don’t be shy it’s okay- really”

contemplating the offer, he lets his desire win “can i uhm use your hand, please pretty? you don’t even need to do anything hmph just let me hold it yknow.. on me?” the desperation in his voice is obvious.

as soon as he gets your shy nod of confirmation he unbuckles his denim shorts and they fall to the ground, his boxers following after.

his member springs out and hits his lower abdomen, it’s like 7-8 inches? maybe more. it’s pink and flushed at the tip with a vain running along the underside. you’re mesmerised to say the least, it’s the nicest you’ve seen.

holding your hand gently, he spits right onto your palm. choso guides your hand onto his length and hisses at the touch of your soft skin on his dick

“haah- shit”

it’s warm to the touch and precum leaks onto your fingers.

“mmphf-mm sorry” suppressed whimpers escape his throat as he curves your fingers around him and strokes himself with his hand over yours, spreading the salvia on his length.

definitely the most erotic scene to play out in front of you. he has an arm rested on the door frame above his head, fist clenched and knuckles white with a rosy blush spread across his face.

while clenching your thighs tightly together to relieve some of the ache in your core, you drink in the sight.

“feels s’good mmf” pathetic whimpers spill from him, like he’s in heat. “y/n you feel so soft ngh”

choso’s hips buck forward at the same time, creating a schlick schlick schlick sound that fills the room. his hair is down, messy and stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck with sweat.

he uses your hand like a flesh-light, head tipped back in complete bliss. but you don’t mind. you could watch him forever, like you’re addicted to this side of him.

“thank you- uhngh - thank you s’much y/n you’re perfect mmff”

you place your other hand on his shoulder blade and he shivers at the touch. snaking manicured fingers through his jet black hair you speak quietly “you’re doing so good cho”

“y-yeah? ngh keep- ah touching my hair, please”

you scratch his scalp gently and he whimpers loudly from the different sensations all at once. your slender fingers look perfect wrapped around his length

“y/n- i’m close umnh im gonna come”

he pumps his dick faster with your hand, almost animalistic-like and it starts throbbing, his jaw tenses and eyes held shut.

seconds later, chosos hips stutter and a loud, deep groan leaves him. ropes of come spill over your fist and onto his tshirt “ngh fuck” he bends over slightly and pants.

that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. and somehow it didn’t even feel that wrong to see your bestfriend in that state.. but now all you’re questioning is if this is still a friendship.

slowly he pulls up his trousers and stands back up straight. seeing the mess he left on himself and you, he curses “shit- shit i’m sorry” and grabs a tissue for you.

he excuses himself to take a shower then goes to his room to change after.

all you can think about is - have you ruined your friendship? you guys have kissed and cuddled and it’s considered second nature but you question whether things will go back to normal again.

but you find yourself wanting to do that again.. or to go even further with him. maybe you want more than normal.

A/N : ig they didn’t go to the beach - i might retire for a while if this flops, happy pride month!

bf!megumi x shy femreader (light nsfw)

after gazing deeply into your eyes for a few moments, megumi leans in. his soft, pink lips link with yours as a rough hand strokes through your hair, grazing your scalp lightly.

nudging you forward until your back touches the floor, his lean torso looms over you almost menacingly. his tongue nudges your bottom lip before invading your mouth.

he explores your mouth roughly, running the tip of his tongue along your gums. another hand skids up the side of your waist tentatively and caresses your rib. pulling away, he observes your red face and heaving chest.

then his eyes lock with yours, gaze not wavering as he slips higher to the edge of your bra.

a grin appears on his face “are you sure i can?”

you manage to muster up a small nod of the head, your blush intensifies.

without looking away from your face, megumi trails his finger tips over the soft fabric of your bra teasingly then squeezes the flesh roughly. when he hears you gasp, the smile gets wider and he moves in to kiss your neck.

his slender hand slips under your lacey bra and rolls your sensitive pink nub between his index and thumb. “you’re so soft.. you like this?”, you moan in response “haah i thought so, how dirty”

he continues to feel and knead your breasts, switching between them.

“been wanting to touch these for a while” he admits, laughing breathlessly and biting your shoulder lightly before invading your mouth for another kiss.

“it feels good- mmh” you admit quietly between pecks.

“really? fuck i love hearing you say that”

that’s when you feel a hard bulge pressing against your hip and a nervous gasp escapes you before going completely silent beneath his heavier breathing.

noticing almost immediately, megumi moves his hand away from under your shirt and cradles your face “baby? oh shit- im sorry” he says lowly while his thumb gently rubs your flushed cheek. “i couldn’t help it- are you okay? lets stop here”

looking off to the side you whisper “sorry..”

“never apologise, pretty” his arms wrap around your waist to hoist you up onto his lap “and never stay silent, okay? if i go too far please tell me. i don’t want to hurt you”

“yes.. okay”

later he put you to bed and brought your favourite snacks and drinks, his touch for the rest of the day was soft and hesitant, making sure your completely comfortable.

bsf!choso x femreader • (nsfw) ۶ৎ i need him so bad

it all started because of that damn bikini. a cute, pink halter neck scattered with brown polka dots.

to be fair to cho, you looked great. full tits held up just right, showing the perfect amount of cleavage and your plush, bare ass with the thong style bikini bottom travelling between your cheeks.

•

you just finished getting changed in your airbnb room and are about to head out to the beach with choso.

“i’m done!! you can come in now”

this is your first time wearing something so revealing because up until recently you’ve felt super self conscious. but cho always makes you feel good about yourself and you have grown so much confidence.

he turns the handle and lets himself into your room. as soon as he sees you his expression changes. eyes widened and lips slightly parted, breath hitching quietly.

grinning, you walk closer and grasp his hand “don’t i look good?! i’m so excited let’s go!”

cho’s dark irises travel from your bright, squinting eyes down to the enticing valley between your breasts. a lump forms at the back of his itching throat. his eyes dart back up, your glossy plump lips come into view. gulp.

he’s seen so many women in bikinis at pools and beaches - even nudists. but he’s never been affected before so why now? why you?

the sight in front of him is dizzying. hairs at the back of his neck prickling, pupils are dilated, his trousers feel too tight, and jesus it’s a hot day today but he shouldn’t be sweating this much.

his head is cluttered with thoughts, dirty ones. ‘come on think about something else think about something else’ he repeats over and over in his head.

then to make matters worse you say his name “choso?” so sweetly, so softly.

the constraints of his boxers are getting increasingly uncomfortable. god he feels humiliated.

“y/n i uh- just give me a minute”

“what? are you feeling ill? cho-“ then you see the throbbing bulge pressed against the confines of his trousers which he quickly tries to conceal with his hand.

“im so sorry y/n im sorry” his voice trembles out of pure embarrassment.

a second of silence

“can i help?”

what?

the innocent sounding question rings in his ears “you- you want to?”

“i wanna help cho” nodding “…how can i.. help?” you ask quietly, this is unlike you, in fact this isn’t like either of you. sure you’ve both always been overly affectionate with each other but never to this extent.

both of their hearts are racing a mile a minute, the tension sitting thick in the air.

he stares down at your hand, the ache of his throbbing hard-on has become almost painful.

to be honest, you’re really turned on at the sight “cho don’t be shy it’s okay- really”

contemplating the offer, he lets his desire win “can i uhm use your hand, please pretty? you don’t even need to do anything hmph just let me hold it yknow.. on me?” the desperation in his voice is obvious.

as soon as he gets your shy nod of confirmation he unbuckles his denim shorts and they fall to the ground, his boxers following after.

his member springs out and hits his lower abdomen, it’s like 7-8 inches? maybe more. it’s pink and flushed at the tip with a vain running along the underside. you’re mesmerised to say the least, it’s the nicest you’ve seen.

holding your hand gently, he spits right onto your palm. choso guides your hand onto his length and hisses at the touch of your soft skin on his dick

“haah- shit”

it’s warm to the touch and precum leaks onto your fingers.

“mmphf-mm sorry” suppressed whimpers escape his throat as he curves your fingers around him and strokes himself with his hand over yours, spreading the salvia on his length.

definitely the most erotic scene to play out in front of you. he has an arm rested on the door frame above his head, fist clenched and knuckles white with a rosy blush spread across his face.

while clenching your thighs tightly together to relieve some of the ache in your core, you drink in the sight.

“feels s’good mmf” pathetic whimpers spill from him, like he’s in heat. “y/n you feel so soft ngh”

choso’s hips buck forward at the same time, creating a schlick schlick schlick sound that fills the room. his hair is down, messy and stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck with sweat.

he uses your hand like a flesh-light, head tipped back in complete bliss. but you don’t mind. you could watch him forever, like you’re addicted to this side of him.

“thank you- uhngh - thank you s’much y/n you’re perfect mmff”

you place your other hand on his shoulder blade and he shivers at the touch. snaking manicured fingers through his jet black hair you speak quietly “you’re doing so good cho”

“y-yeah? ngh keep- ah touching my hair, please”

you scratch his scalp gently and he whimpers loudly from the different sensations all at once. your slender fingers look perfect wrapped around his length

“y/n- i’m close umnh im gonna come”

he pumps his dick faster with your hand, almost animalistic-like and it starts throbbing, his jaw tenses and eyes held shut.

seconds later, chosos hips stutter and a loud, deep groan leaves him. ropes of come spill over your fist and onto his tshirt “ngh fuck” he bends over slightly and pants.

that was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. and somehow it didn’t even feel that wrong to see your bestfriend in that state.. but now all you’re questioning is if this is still a friendship.

slowly he pulls up his trousers and stands back up straight. seeing the mess he left on himself and you, he curses “shit- shit i’m sorry” and grabs a tissue for you.

he excuses himself to take a shower then goes to his room to change after.

all you can think about is - have you ruined your friendship? you guys have kissed and cuddled and it’s considered second nature but you question whether things will go back to normal again.

but you find yourself wanting to do that again.. or to go even further with him. maybe you want more than normal.

A/N : ig they didn’t go to the beach - i might retire for a while if this flops, happy pride month!

bf!megumi x shy femreader (light nsfw)

after gazing deeply into your eyes for a few moments, megumi leans in. his soft, pink lips link with yours as a rough hand strokes through your hair, grazing your scalp lightly.

nudging you forward until your back touches the floor, his lean torso looms over you almost menacingly. his tongue nudges your bottom lip before invading your mouth.

he explores your mouth roughly, running the tip of his tongue along your gums. another hand skids up the side of your waist tentatively and caresses your rib. pulling away, he observes your red face and heaving chest.

then his eyes lock with yours, gaze not wavering as he slips higher to the edge of your bra.

a grin appears on his face “are you sure i can?”

you manage to muster up a small nod of the head, your blush intensifies.

without looking away from your face, megumi trails his finger tips over the soft fabric of your bra teasingly then squeezes the flesh roughly. when he hears you gasp, the smile gets wider and he moves in to kiss your neck.

his slender hand slips under your lacey bra and rolls your sensitive pink nub between his index and thumb. “you’re so soft.. you like this?”, you moan in response “haah i thought so, how dirty”

he continues to feel and knead your breasts, switching between them.

“been wanting to touch these for a while” he admits, laughing breathlessly and biting your shoulder lightly before invading your mouth for another kiss.

“it feels good- mmh” you admit quietly between pecks.

“really? fuck i love hearing you say that”

that’s when you feel a hard bulge pressing against your hip and a nervous gasp escapes you before going completely silent beneath his heavier breathing.

noticing almost immediately, megumi moves his hand away from under your shirt and cradles your face “baby? oh shit- im sorry” he says lowly while his thumb gently rubs your flushed cheek. “i couldn’t help it- are you okay? lets stop here”

looking off to the side you whisper “sorry..”

“never apologise, pretty” his arms wrap around your waist to hoist you up onto his lap “and never stay silent, okay? if i go too far please tell me. i don’t want to hurt you”

“yes.. okay”

later he put you to bed and brought your favourite snacks and drinks, his touch for the rest of the day was soft and hesitant, making sure your completely comfortable.

bf!yuji x femreader (nsfw)

pervy bf!yuji who gives you a ‘milk moustache’ with his precum and takes pictures of it for later before lowering your mouth onto his length.

pervy bf!yuji found out that you used to use your plushies / pillows to masterbate so now he rubs against them at any chance he gets.

pervy bf!yuji rings you up and tricks you into saying dirty sounding things so he can record the call and jack off to it later.

if you have something on your lips like chocolate or whipped cream, pervy bf!yuji will lean in and lick it off with a smirk.

pervy bf!yuji gets hard during petty arguments and will palm himself through his trousers while you go off at him, waiting for you to notice. sometimes he’ll even ask you to slap him across the face to atone for what he’s done, (because he’s usually in the wrong) and before you know it, his length is out and he’s stroking himself openly while his other hand rubs his sore cheek.

pervy bf!yuji who trails his fingers up your skirt in public when no one is looking, just to hear you gasp before he takes his hand away again.

pervy bf!yuji who pulls out of you and writes ‘yuji ita” on your back / ass with his come to mark you as his. (he would write his whole name but there usually isn’t enough… material)

pervy bf!yuji has cummed on pretty much all parts of you. he even makes a chart in his notes app to tick off body parts he’s covered like it’s an accomplishment.

last time, he grinded his dick desperately against the curve of your left foot, moaning loudly and holding your heel up before he went soft and your foot was covered with come. he did the right foot about a day later.

in summer, pervy bf!yuji uses your cooling neck towel and wraps it around his length, hissing at the cold as he slowly rubs it up and down the heat of his dick. later when he sees you looking for it he’ll hand it to you and watch you cover your face with it, grinning innocently.

ೃ choso x femreader, fluff

“apparently they show everywhere that a lover in a past life kissed you.”

Choso's thumb stilled against your arm and he sat up taller, shuffling closer to you against the headboard.

“really?” glistening brown eyes stare down at you.

you smile, “probably not, it’s just something people on the internet say. but i think it’s a nice thought”

a nice thought?? choso definitely thought the opposite. the idea of anyone else’s lips on your skin made him shiver with envy. even if it wasn’t in this lifetime.

tracing over the mole on your arm again, he stared intently at it like it was mocking him.

after that, whenever you hung out he would scan over your skin that was showing, looking for any mole or freckle. he made it his mission to reclaim all of those kisses from your ‘past life’s lover’.

on one occasion you were both watching a movie and choso held your hand in his. about every 20 minutes he would leave a small peck on your hand or arm.

you asked him what he thought of the film after and he didn’t give much of an answer because he was barely paying attention to it.

another time, he was lying with his head resting on your stomach and your legs draped over his shoulders.

his fingers trailed up and down your thigh and he left small kisses over them but you barely payed it any mind as he’s always affectionate.

the time you finally caught on, you were both making out. your hands snuck through his hair and you were sat facing him on his lap. he pulled away and had both hands on either side of your face. silence. he was just staring, your lips, nose, cheek-

“cho? what is it.. is there something on my face?”

shaking his head, he kissed your cheek and moved to your neck.

“you’re acting off” you say bluntly

he stops and breathes against your neck “i-if i tell you, promise not to be annoyed or weirded out?”

smiling, you whisper “i won’t. just tell me”

“do you remember what you said about the um past life and the moles n’ stuff?”

a pause “oh that?”

“i don’t like it- i just wanna take them back” his lips drag along your neck “let me? those kisses belong to me..”

another pause “o-okay fine..”

for the next hour or so he went over every mole on your skin that he hadn’t already checked and peppered kisses along them, occasionally nipping and sucking to leave his own marks.

i’m actually in love w sub choso i can’t help it anymore