jules

there was a pattern to the way yufan texted.

lower case letters, emojis, scattered pin yin with your limited chinese, and oddly enough strings of numbers.

strings of numbers when it was late at night, when you were swaddled in blankets, the light of your phone burning your eyes, and when words became apparently to much effort to type for him.

you never questioned it.

atleast, not until now.

you glance up at him, his eyes focused on his phone, one hand scrolling while the other rests on your legs thrown across his lap, tracing circles absentmindedly. you laugh.

"okay, spill, what are these numbers?"

you hold your phone up to his texts from last night.

520530530530530530

"are they area codes?" he laughs at your question.

"god no shǎ guā,"

"don't call me silly," you compalin automatically. your voice quickly dissolves into giggles when he tugs you suddenly, tugging until you're pulled against his chest, legs straddling his lap, and his hands settled warmly on your waist.

"you really haven't known this whole time?" he grins, looking up at you.

"well i'm asking now, so come on. tell me,"

"520 sounds like wo ai ni,"

his fingers tap along your waist.

"i love you"

the room seems to warm.

"530 sounds like wo xiang ni. i miss you,"

"you spammed it five times,"

"i missed you five times,"

"five times?"

"i always miss you five times,"

". . .that's stupid," you mutter, face flushing, "so what the hell? you've been sending me secret romantic number codes this whole time?"

"yes," he laughs, "i have,"

it goes silent between the two of you, and you watch as he picks up his phone, typing something. your phone pings.

520 1314

you look back at him, "that one's new,"

"mm"

"what's 1314?"

"yī shēng yī shì," he says quietly, "forever and ever"

you blink. he repeats it in mandarin one more time.

"i love you, forever and ever,"

I NEED HIM !!!! its not even a joke anymore guys

pls pls pls he’s driving me insane

content warning — smut, p without plot, short fic, small age gap, f!reader, unexperienced n horny james, yearning james.

rutting his hips against you, you couldn't help but smile at the scene developed in front of you; james looked so sensitive when he was dry humping you. you could see it in his face how the only thought he was having was about kissing you and cumming on your panties.

the friction between your pussy and his dick would always be his favorite thing; he was a whimpering mess when he heard your wet panties squelching- or he was just going crazy with no intention of sanity coming back.

his soft moans were filling your eardrums and your senses to the point that you were genuinely just as excited as he was. you could feel your clit ache when his leaking tip rubbed against it.

"noona," he cried out, sucking on your nipples as you caressed his hair. "i love you so much" he muffled, noticing how your cunt throbbed with those few words.

"i know baby," you said, kissing his temple and his lips in a comforting way. "i love you too."

he moaned against your neck, fingers playing with your nipple as he tried to - and failed - not to cum on his pants. he looked up at you, a pout on his pretty lips as he frowned, upset with how sensitive he was when it comes to you.

“fuck—look at you,” kirishima sighs, throwing his arms behind his head to get a good look at you bouncing manically on his cock, pretty mewls slipping from your slacked jaw mixing with his own brutish sounds, “wish you could see what i’m seein’, doing such a good job for me.”

his praises cause you to choke back a delicious moan, long nails digging deep into his alabaster shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself in the euphoria your feeling, his flesh irritated and raised.

“can’t b-breathe,” you stutter, pace hesitating. it’s difficult to keep up with him, the intensity of your ass smacking into his thighs nearly knocks the wind straight from your lungs every plunge downward on his rock hard length, the skin slapping so loudly it echoes right off of the bedroom walls.

“you got it, can tell you’re close,” kirishima grins, thighs flexing beneath you, “squeezin’ my cock so fucking tight pretty girl, let yourself feel good.”

“feels like i can feel you inside my chest.” and you can. his inches pulsate snug inside your womb, ropes of iridescent precum slipping recklessly around your walls, the sappy combination of mixed fluids dripping down, down, down, to coat your sensitive inner thighs.

the room smells thick of sex and fluids, the animalistic routine ending up with you taking exactly what you wanted, hips rolling up and down his shaft to chase your nth high of the night.

you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.

it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.

the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.

you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.

you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.

his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand

watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.

you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?

don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky

NONE OF MY BUSINESS cortis

─── pairings. situationship! cortis x fem! reader genre. social media au, non—idol au, fluff, and comedy. mentions. cortis

Ⳋ᧙ merman!geto x princess!reader

꧁ mdni. smut. porn with what plot. unprotected piv sex. mentions of oviposition. ꧂

being split open on a merman's cock was rather irresponsible for a woman soon-to-be sold off in an arranged marriage.

but suguru could be awfully convincing.

"feel me in here, pretty girl?" he purred, pressing his palm down below your belly button, his slightly webbed fingers splayed out as his cock throbbed inside of you.

"uh, uh-huh," you nodded, whining as your back arched back, nails scrapping down his broad back as his sharp teeth snapped at your throat.

leaving bites you'd barely be able to hide beneath your clothes after it was all over, his free claws sinking into your forearm to pin you against the rock as he rutted in deeper. filling up every crevice, completely stuffing you full with no room left to even squirm.

"you thinking of me, princess?" he huffed, his usually honeyed voice coming out raw, ripped from the back of his throat as you gasped his name. "or that prince of yours?"

someone was jealous.

it wasn't your fault you'd been born into this position. or that your parents were determined to ship you off to another kingdom as a political pawn.

the most you could do to defy them was sneak out on silent nights like this, evading the guards stationed outside your room by climbing down the trellis and slipping past the landscaped garden to the beach below.

suguru had made a habit of waiting in the hidden cove tucked away around a curve in the rocky shore. the soft purple of his scales gleaming in the moonlight as he laid back on the flat rock he was so fond of fucking you on.

tonight was no different.

"you," you whined, nodding your head like a fool.

"what would he do if he knew his pretty princess wasn't so pure?" he dryly teased, his heavy tail pinning your legs down his swollen tip rubbed right up into the spongy spot of your cervix. daring to push past it, the intensity of the pressure threatening to push you over the edge already. "if he knew you'd given your virtue to someone like me."

"he'd call it off," you half-whispered, a treacherous flare of excitement stirring in your stomach as you imagined all the different ways he might try to make it happen.

you knew it was wrong. that you shouldn't want it.

but you liked that glimmer in his sharp eyes, the way his mouth curled up in a cruel smirk, sharp teeth visible for a second as he pulled himself out to plunge back in, his ribbed cocks rubbing you just right as he stretched you out and seared his thick shape into you.

it burned more at first, but you had gotten used to it. addicted to it. the way you could feel his cocks not quite rubbing against each other, only separated by the thin wall of your anatomy.

"will he now?" he asked, his gills straining from how long he'd been out of the water, but he didn't stop fucking you.

"suguru," you softly spoke his name, running your fingers through his dark hair, sifting through the damp, silky strands. "w-what are you-"

your question died in your throat as you felt the base of his top cock begin to swell, delicious added pressure pressing against your entrance.

"think he'd still put a ring on your finger if i put my eggs in you first?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as another broken gasp was torn from your throat.

the idea was supposed to be scary.

but he could feel the way you clenched at it, thighs trembling without so much as an ounce of trepidation, holding onto him to brace yourself for what was coming instead of squirming away from it.

craving him to complete you.

even if you weren't sure how if he could.

"i-i thought we weren't compatible," you stuttered, clinging to his shoulders as you felt something slowly starting to travel up, up, up his cock, whimpering as your walls barely managed to mold around him, struggling to take what he was trying to give.

the cock in your ass keeping you still, his grip on you firm as he clicked his tongue.

"oh, princess," he grinned. "that's nothing a little magic won't fix."

"what kind of magic?" you whispered, far more enthralled than you should be at the prospect of being his. at opening another door with him you really should've left stuff.

he didn't push the egg in yet.

daring you to beg him to either bury it in your womb or bail.

"oh baby," he coaxed, trailing a hand down to your swollen clit, pressing softly over it. "wanna be like me?"

"i wanna be yours," you whined, squeezing down as you nodded weakly.

whatever the cost was.

even if it meant trading your legs for a tail.

part of this event !!

his hands grip your hips in a deliciously bruising hold as he fucks the stress out of you, whispering in your ear how you’re his smart girl who just works too damn hard. his smart girl who loves to go absolutely dumb from his fucking cock.

and when his smart girl is stressed… of course he’s gonna make you feel better.

“hajime—” your voice more of a breathy whine than a moan, “—fuck fuck—s’good, soo—ohh good.”

“yeah?” iwaizumi grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back to look at him. your eyes are glazed over in a beautiful, heady daze, reserved only for him. “am i fucking my princess dumb? can’t think about anything else?”

drool trickles down your chin as you babble out words you can barely articulate. “only you—fuck— oh my god… haji, ’m gonna—“

his hand comes down to your puffy little clit and rubs it just right for you to turn into a loud, whimpering mess. “c’mon—come for me, princess,” he groans, fucking you through it. he feels you clench around him, paired with a strangled, “‘m gonna make a mess! hajime!” before you finish—white clouding your vision. he groans as he nears his own finish, making sure you were finished with your own high before pulling out and jerking himself to come all over the swell of your ass.

and it’s been proven that every time he helps relieve your stress, you lock in and finish all your required assignments and get ahead on more. which, in turn, just means iwaizumi gets to tell you just how wonderful and smart his pretty girl is…

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