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leo making a mess in your mouth <3

No one will make me hate you Heeseung.

No one will make me hate you Jay.

No one will make me hate you Sunoo.

No one will make me hate you Ni-ki

No one will make me hate you Sunghoon.

No one will make me hate you Jake.

No one will make me hate you Enhypen.

No one will make me hate you Evan.

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

Everyone and everything makes me hate hybe

he’ll be hunched over his desk, glasses sliding down his nose as he tries his hardest to focus—he likes to say he focuses better when you’re there, doing your own thing on his bed while he studies, but deep down he knows its not true.

choso usually makes it about an hour into you being in his room, after he’s been staring at the same page for ten minutes, until he groans and drags himself away from his desk to fall into his shitty twin sized dorm mattress with you. he looks so exhausted, his hair in two low buns at the nape of his neck, strands falling into his face and his glasses falling down his nose as he looks pleadingly up at you from your lap.

“i’m so tense.” he says casually, nosing at your thigh and watching you intently. “so are you. you look so tired. do you need help relaxing?”

its a bad excuse, one he always makes—he does care about your wellbeing, and he does want to know if you’re actually tired or stressed, but he always defaults to saying he can feel how rigid you are and how you must need help calming down.

“i’m fine, cho—“ you barely get your words out before he’s hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and panties, dragging them both down at the same time and pushing them carelessly out of his sight.

“i’ll help you relax. i need to relax too.” choso murmurs, half to himself. he sounds almost like a ghost, having been studying nonstop and getting bad sleep for the last two weeks. he’s kissing up your thighs with a fervent slowness, sucking a few light marks into the skin before he finally drags his tongue from your slick entrance up to your clit.

you decide not to intervene. after all, whos to deny your pretty munch boyfriend his stress reliever? god knows he needs it. and, it helps that you’re the winner in this scenario.

you can feel his fingers trembling where they hold your thighs open, his eyes fluttering and lidded as he stares absently up at you. his glasses are fogging up rapidly, slightly lopsided on his flushed face as he traces his name over your clit with his tongue. you cant help but push your nails through his hair, tugging lightly until he whimpers against your clit.

“cho…”

“y-yeah…?” he slurs, not even pulling away from your pussy as his tongue leaves your clit to lap at your entrance. you can feel his labored breathing, the way he’s gasping between hungry pulls of his mouth on you.

“you—you have to breathe sometime,” you stammer out, mind already growing fuzzy with a single-minded pleasure as he nudges your slick hole with two ring-clad fingers. choso only hums in mild acknowledgment, focused on working his two thick fingers into your messy cunt until his rings clink together at the base of his digits. he mumbles something about you relaxing, and doesn’t stop kissing your clit with a feverish energy.

after he starts curling his fingers against your walls, dragging them out and then pushing back in to echo the movement, you stop trying to talk. its useless when choso is making out with your clit, his fingers are curled against your g-spot, and he’s groaning into the slick heat of your cunt.

the knot of heat in your stomach tightens until an unbroken string of gasps and moans that you can’t stop spill from your lips, and choso very reluctantly broke his kiss with your pussy to kiss your actual mouth and work you through your orgasm with just his fingers. his thumb presses to your clit, circling it as his rings knock against your entrance with every thrust of his fingers.

it takes several minutes of choso kissing every inch of your face and neck for you to muster up the energy to mention how maybe, possibly, perhaps you should head back to your own dorm for him to get some work done…

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: ni-ki ragebaiting your younger brother.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: ragebaiting, fluff.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: nishimura riki x reader.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 564.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i have twelve drafts but every single one of them is shit and i’m lowkey thinking about deleting all of them.

ni-ki was the biggest ragebaiter ever and especially when it came to your little brother.

you were in the bathroom while ni-ki was sitting in your living room when your younger brother came running there with his tablet in his hand.

“where is my sister? i wanted to play with her.” he raised his eyebrows at ni-ki because you were nowhere to be seen.

“she’s not here but is doesn’t matter because she prefers me anyway.” ni-ki grinned as your younger brother's frown deepened.

“she doesn’t, because i’m her brother and she loves me.” your younger brother said confidently.

“how do you know that? she loves me too, i’m her favourite.” he smirked at the kid who began to get frustrated.

“you’re not!” he whined out loud as you were coming back.

“what are you guys talking about?” you asked as you flopped onto the couch next to ni-ki noticing your brother's pouting expression.

“nothing, we were just joking around.” ni-ki said as the kid still looked at him with some kind death stare.

the other time he made fun of his basketball skills.

ni-ki dunked the ball to basket and looked at your younger brother who had his arms crossed.

“bet you can’t even make a shot.” ni-ki commented as he passed the ball to your brother as you watched them with sceptical expression knowing your brother was the easiest person to ragebait.

“i can!” he exclaimed as he threw the ball but obviously missed since the ball was practically two times bigger than his head.

“you could at least pretend to try shoot it.” ni-ki laughed at the kid.

“i am trying!” your brother yelled as he tried to shoot again and missed even more which made even you chuckle slightly but you couldn’t let your brother see.

“you’re not.” ni-ki replied, still laughing at him a bit when he actually saw that the kid’s eyes became glassy, he regretted because he didn’t want to actually make him cry.

“hey buddy, don’t actually cry, i’ll help you dunk what do you think, hm?” ni-ki reassured him quickly as he picked him up to help him dunk and the smile on your younger brother's face returned.

and next time was when you all played roblox while your mom was buying groceries.

“so what do you want to play?” you asked your younger brother as he looked through the games.

“hmmm, steal a brainrot!” he shouted, obviously very excited.

“okay, okay don’t get too excited.” you chuckled at him.

first five minutes of playing were suspiciously calm, but it didn’t last long because you heard your brother whine.

“someone is taking my odindindun! it’s some rkii82.” your younger brother grumbled and you immediately looked at your boyfriend who was trying not to giggle.

“ni-ki i swear to god if you don’t give it back to him in five sec—” you started but ni-ki quickly backed off.

“okay, okay. you don’t even know what fun is.” he mumbled but you stared at him again.

“i don’t know what’s fun?” you questioned his words but he backed off even quicker.

“wait no, that’s not what i meant, babe just never mind it.” he groaned and now your younger brother laughed at him.

“and what are you laughing at? when you find a girlfriend one day you better treat her as good as he treats me.” you smacked them both slightly.

going to school after arguing with your boyfriend heeseung. afab reader x senior boyfriend!heeseung song recommended : love me harder

No amount of makeup could hide the dark circles and swollen redness around your eyes as you cursed your best friend Sunoo for recommending a cheap-ass concealer from Olive Young that was supposedly meant to hide every discoloration on your skin which at this moment was doing nothing but making your skin look even more cakey and miserable. Fucking scammers.

𐙚⋆.˚jake can be so needy sometimes.

pairing : needy!jake x f!reader genre : suggestive (mdni), established relationship content : slight sexual content, touching through clothes, sub!jake (slightly) wc : 0.6k

note : just cleaning my drafts, don’t mind me :)

Ni-ki x reader

slightly suggestive

The girl had been hanging onto Ni-ki for months.

At first, he tried to be polite about it.

Then he tried to be firm.

Then he felt annoyed.

But somehow, none of it reached her.

She’d slip into the seat next to him in class before anyone else could. She’d laugh too loudly at things he didn’t say to her. She’d touch his arm whenever she could. And every time someone mentioned his girlfriend, she’d smile as if it were some made-up story.

“Oh, please,” she’d scoff once. “If he had a girlfriend, why would he spend so much time here?”

Meanwhile, Ni-ki looked like he was about to lose his mind.

“She literally ignores when I say your name,” he complained one night, sprawled across your bed while you played with his hair. “I told her I was going to my girlfriend’s place after class, and she went, ‘Aww, your imaginary one?’”

You nearly choked on your laughter.

“I’m serious.”

“I know, baby,” you said with a grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “That’s crazy.”

“She’s crazy.”

Usually, you brushed it off. You trusted him completely, and honestly? Watching him get more annoyed each day was a little amusing.

Until one afternoon when he showed up at your apartment looking worn out.

“She asked if I wanted to study together tonight.”

“And?”

“I said no because I’m sleeping at my girlfriend’s house.” He paused. “She asked if the girlfriend was in the room with us.”

You stared at him for two seconds before bursting into laughter.

Ni-ki groaned dramatically into your lap. “You’re supposed to defend me.”

“I am defending you,” you wheezed. “Mentally.”

“Terrible girlfriend.”

You hummed thoughtfully, your fingers tapping against his jaw.

Then your eyes narrowed slightly.

An idea formed.

“What?” he asked right away.

“You’ll see.”

The next morning, Ni-ki almost didn’t let you leave the apartment.

“Babe,” he said, his voice strained as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Your lipstick marks were everywhere.

One smeared along the corner of his jaw.

Two dark stains on his neck.

Another right beneath his ear.

And worst of all, a very obvious kiss mark on the collar of his white T-shirt.

“It’s too much,” he said weakly.

“You look cute.”

“I look attacked.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, smiling innocently at his reflection. “Good. Now everyone knows you’re loved.”

“Everyone is going to stare.”

“That’s the point.”

His ears turned pink.

Still, he didn’t wipe a single mark off.

The moment Ni-ki walked into class, people noticed.

How could they not?

His friends nearly burst out laughing.

“Damn,” one of them snorted. “She got you good.”

Ni-ki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of pride on his face as he dropped into his seat.

Then the girl walked in.

And froze.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the lipstick stains.

The smile on her face wavered.

“…What happened to you?”

Ni-ki didn’t even look up from his phone. “My girlfriend.”

“She did all that?”

“Mhm.”

The girl laughed nervously. “Okay, but that’s kinda crazy.”

This time he looked at her.

And smiled.

Not politely.

Not awkwardly.

Proudly.

“She likes reminding people I’m taken.”

The girl’s expression faltered completely when she noticed the lipstick mark peeking above his collar.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Ni-ki said casually. “We had a really good night.”

Across the room, one of his friends choked on their drink.

The girl stayed quiet after that.

Actually quiet.

For the first time in months, she stopped trying to sit next to him. Stopped touching him. Stopped pretending you didn’t exist.

When Ni-ki came over later that night, he dropped onto your couch dramatically.

“You’re evil,” he said.

You looked up from your phone. “But did it work?”

He paused.

Then slowly grinned.

“…Maybe leave more lipstick marks next time.”

cockwarming with bully!gojo

after you both completed a really stressful maths test, of which he helped you cheat off his answers, gojo said you owed it to him to go to his house that night. and my god, it is huge.

tall double door entry, spiral staircase, marble floors. i mean, he even had a tennis court. but his parents were away for the night, allowing you two to chill out comfortably, alone.

he led you to the couch and told you to pick a movie while he got a few snacks. that, however, was an hour ago.

now, you're just trying not to wriggle too much. he had you sat on his lap, balls deep into your pussy as he watched the movie with ease. one arm wrapped around your hips and kept you in place, preventing any desperate movements. he ate the popcorn he made with a small smile on his face, as if pretending his dick isn't 8 inches deep in you.

he chuckles at a scene, causing his cock to hit even deeper inside you. you whine and close your eyes, head leaning back to rest on his shoulder.

"what's wrong? you don't like the movie?" of course he's going to play dumb. doesn't he know you can feel his dick twitching?

"satoru, can we, can we please just fuck now?"

"what do you mean? we are fucking, aren't we?"

"i, i need something, please.' you beg, tilting your head to look up at him. he contemplates your face for a moment before smiling even brighter.

"we can fuck after the movie."

you let out an exasperated whine, scrunching your face up in frustration. you attempt to shift your hips off him, get a little break from the way his cock fills you up entirely, but his arms quickly pull you back down. you shiver as he whispers in your ear.

"you want it to be your mouth instead, sweetheart? 'cause i'm getting real tired of your attitude. when the movie's over, then i will fuck you."

you take in a shaky breath as he leans back again, sighing with disappointment. you sniffle a little and lean back against him again, trying not to whimper at the new angle. he smiles and returns his eyes back to the movie, making sure to keep his cock practically locked inside you.

he had been looking for someone to carry his legacy for a while now, and so when one of his concubines fell pregnant, he decided to let you live.

except, you see a whole new side to this king of curses. he's still crude of course, but you've come to realise his threats against you hardly mean anything. he doesn't like you out of his sight, opting for you to sleep next to him rather than with all the other women who may react harshly due to their jealousy.

the thing is, this pregnancy has been rough. constant nausea, sore feet all the time, the overwhelming exhaustion despite consistently sleeping 10 hours. it all seems too much, and so you start to avoid everything.

you lay in sukuna's bed most of the day, eyes shut with a hand on your belly, trying to not upset the cruel power he has embedded inside you, hoping it will torment someone else for the day. during meals, you eat the least pungent and leave, scarcely eating enough for one. you don't enjoy reading anymore, and you can only whisper a thank you to the brilliant paints sukuna had organised for you. he did have some resemblance of love for you and you for him as well, but lately he had been too busy to show that.

you would be lying if you said you were happy.

but sukuna, being ever so watchful, sees all of this. a strange feeling sets inside of him. this human woman who he has chosen, who has no friends or family, no will to live. he cannot have this happen, no. you need to be ready for when your child arrives, not somewhere else. and so he starts to force you to live again.

"you need to eat more than that." he states from where he sits, opposite the length of the dining room table. his figure looms tall, and all four eyes sternly look at you.

"i-i'm not hungry." you say, mindlessly poking around the food on your plate. you imagine sukuna will move on, grunt and not care, but instead he stands. you look up at him as he moves over to you and sits in the chair next to you. he picks up a bread roll and holds it to your mouth.

"c'mon, eat it."

"b-but i'm really not hungry-"

"i do not care how hungry you are, woman. you will eat what i give you."

you swallow nervously, a hand automatically moving to hold your growing belly. you hesitate for a moment before taking a bite of the bread. sukuna grunts and places it on your plate, but he makes no move to walk away.

"you will not leave until i am satisfied." he says firmly. you pick up the bread and take another bite, trying to ignore the growing sickness in your stomach.

you sit there for another ten minutes, taking small bites of food, hoping he wll let you go. finally, he grunts softly and taps his thigh. you stand and move over to him, sitting on his lap while his arms wrap around you gently rubbing your belly. he rests chin on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

"there is a flower festival in one of the villages tomorrow. we are going."

you hum softly in response, leaning back against him.

"i promise, i will make this pregnancy worth it."

"it's okay my lord, i'm okay."

"call me ryomen, fool. you bear my child, we are practically wed."

"o-okay."

he chuckles softly, and turns your chin toward him.

"i cannot wait to make this up to you when you feel better. you will not walk for a week."

oh.

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Nishimura Riki - 05 line!

you were at the library again with him and he was helping you figure out some chem stuff. you were finally starting to get it, and soon you were speeding through questions with ease. when satoru finishes marking a little quiz he gave you to which you got a 93% in, he smiles at you.

"such a smart girl. just needed me to teach you, didn't you? always had a big brain in there."

you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach but you just can't. satoru saying you did a good job? he never would have said that a few months ago. he's so smart too, it makes you feel a sense of pride. you mutter a thank you and look away, trying to hide the smile on your face.

but of course he has to notice. his eyes immediately catch onto your shy demeanour and he leans closer, watching your face carefully.

"what? you that happy about chemistry?" he places the paper down and grabs your chin, forcing you to face him. "or are you just all giddy because of what i said?"

you open your mouth to protest but it's too late. satoru begins to laugh, savoring the embarrassment on your face.

"you love it? don't you?" he stands up and leans in again, placing his hands on either side of your chair, not allowing you to escape from this precious moment.

"what if i said, you're such a good listener, hm? that i love watching your gears turn and how you smile when you finally understand? oh, look at you.''

your once smile turns into a pout, but you can't help but wonder, are those things he's saying true? you can't rely on it, all he's trying to do is get a reaction out of you. but he knows you too well.

"gosh, you're so innocent all it takes is a few words to get you worked up. are you needy down there, pretty girl? want me to help your sweet pussy?""

"s-satoru, stop. there's people here."

"good. they can hear about how you're such a good girl, and how you listen to everything i say, and how it gets me so hard every time."

he finally stops, sitting back down in his chair with a soft chuckle.

"i swear, you make it too easy. now c'mon, let's go home and you can make me even more proud."

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