Oh Dear Help Me Cause Wakaso Can Most Def Be My Sugar Daddy

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.

Riding gojo so good that he starts yelling out his card info when he nuts

i feel like you'd be a gyaru

I'm a soft gyaru actually!!! 🥺❤️💋

I'm a slut but make it enigma, bratty, spoiled by daddy's candies (his balls) and love for everyone🥺🤏🏾💋

I want you to embrace yourself sexually go put on a nice slowed song and roll those hips babe you need to remind yourself how poerful you are okay? And affirm it. I love you go drink water and eat fruit! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Takemichi been on my mind lately…😮‍💨

😍

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"

My pussy ain't the only thing that's wet cause HOT TEARS OF OVERWHELMED SEXUAL FRUSTRATION IS EXITING MY EYES I'M SO TIRED I NEED A GOOD DICK DOWN DRAKEN PLEASE. 😭

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 - 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧

genre: nsfw 18+

pairing: soft dom! draken x female reader

wordcount: 1.5k

tags/warnings: soft manhandling(?), light marking, praise

overview: comforting a stressed draken turns to filth

song reference

3am, dead of night, but the spot beside you in bed is empty. cold and untouched, you realise, as your fingers reach out to brush over the neatly folded blanket. sighing to yourself, you fix your hair and face, slapping the fatigue from your foggy mind with a gentle clap to your cheeks while your feet make contact with the cushiony carpet.

you’re barely more than a ghost as you sneak through your apartment until you hear the quiet noises in your living room coming from the tv.

draken sits cross-legged on the floor, a fingertip circling around the rim of his beer can with his mind stuck on places anywhere but your home.

the arms snaking around his shoulders jostle him awake; body stiff with his hands around your wrists to nearly tug you off until he remembers it’s just you.

“what are you doing awake at this hour?” draken murmurs in defeat, shoulders still tense despite your comforting touch.

you nuzzle into his nape, placing a soft kiss on the spot and hum quietly. “i could ask you the same. i woke up and did not have your body squishing me.”

draken pats your lower arm, running his fingers up and down your arms before replying. “there was something i had to do today, sorry.”

“with brahman again?”

“don’t worry your pretty head about it, okay?” he quickly interrupts, head falling back against your shoulder for his eyes to meet your gaze, silently pleading you to let the topic drop.

in return, he feels you hug him tighter. hiding your face behind his shoulder while your body presses against his—leaving him aware of your tits squished against his back and your hot breath fanning his neck.

“okay.” your mellow voice rings against his skin before you pepper kisses over his neck, slow and controlled to not overwhelm him.

your hands got curious a long time ago and started travelling; kneading his shoulders until you feel a shift in his posture. only then do you let your fingers run down his back, thumbs pressuring the spots he usually activates on your body whenever you’re stressed, and finally dip beneath his shirt.

“ken,” you whisper ever so softly, even nudging his cheek with the tip of your nose to gain his attention. yet he seems a little too relaxed to hear you. his body leans against yours, causing you struggle to hold yourself up. “baby?” you murmur.

but the man can only focus on your fingers, how they snake around his waist to have your nails scratch over his abs until you meet the waistband of his pants.

draken bites back a groan, only acknowledging your touches with a smirk before his own fingers wrap around your wrist and force you to halt. “what you think you’re doing? you suddenly turned into my little seductress?”

you giggle and hum, kissing his cheek and resting your palm just inches away from the growing bulge in his pants. “‘s uncomfortable on the floor.”

“that so?” draken mumbles, while manoeuvring your hand further down until he can free himself from you hug and get up.

now seated on your couch and pulling you in his lap, his hands find purchase on the back of your thighs to pull you forward. “is that better for my spoiled girl?”

you already lean in, greedy for his lips, with your own hands resting on his chest, fingers holding onto his shirt. “ken,” you attempt once more, mouth moments away from his. looking into his eyes you see a spark of curiosity hidden in those dark orbs, intrigued to find out what you want from him. “use me.” you complete, lips finding purchase on his as you kiss him deeply. fingers drawing over his body, hips adjusting until you feel his cock against you.

he moans into your mouth, grabbing your hips to guide your body and have you grind down on his erection.

“you don’t have to talk to me. but you can use me as a stress relief, you know?” you admit when your lips travel to suck on his neck, nipping on his skin just to egg him on.

draken’s hips buck against yours upon your words, hands holding your body down as he seeks further penetration. “take your clothes off, baby.”

excitement pools in your stomach over his dominant tone and you obey, quickly ridding yourself of your shirt to expose your body to his. thank the gods you only sleep in his shirts.

you feel calloused hands travel over the expanse of your body, along your waistline before cupping your tits. nipples perked from the cool temperature of the room, perfect for his lips and fingertips to use and play with while looking up to meet your stare.

draken notes how you still look so bashful, like it’s your first time with him—adorable.

just as adorable are your soft moans. your fingers thread through his ponytail and loosen the tie, while your grinding brings more and more discomfort to his strained cock.

he helps you lift your body off his lap for draken to pull down his confinements, finally freeing himself from his pants. pre-cum leaking from the tip of his heavy cock as it rests in his palm, slowly stroking himself while his ragged breath fans over your moistened lips.

with your ass on full display for the chilly temperatures, you feel the cool air on your drenched panties. he really gets you going, doesn't he? it causes your cheeks to grow hot and you hide your face in draken’s neck as embarrassment floods your system, successfully drowning your moans once his long digits trail over your inner thighs.

a tease; he is teasing your body. slapping the subtle flesh of your thigh gently to hear you whimper until his fingertips press against your clit and roam over your slit—all to realise how ruined your panties really are.

“good girl.” draken's quiet praise has you moan, hips pushing against his fingers for further friction; which he sadly won’t provide. instead your panties are ripped off, fabric snapped against your figure and under draken’s vigour.

“ken!” you yelp.

yet he chuckles, only bothering to hum as he decorates your shoulder in kisses. a hand on your hip guides you down until you feel the delicious tip of his cock against your folds. your eyes widen a little in surprise; usually it’s all about working you open, getting you ready and desperate, nearly begging, to have him fuck you.

but now you feel your eager cunt welcome him inside as you lower your hips, moaning over the stretch his girth provides.

and he marvels at the sight of you. how you perfectly arch your back—having everything he claims as his on full display for his eyes alone. he loves the little crease to your brows and your kiss-swollen lips with the struggle of taking him written all over your beautiful features.

draken’s hands ghost over your thighs, comforting your body with his touch while he watches himself disappear more with every roll of your hips. “doing so well for me, hm?”

and you are. you got to give yourself credit once you finally have him all the way inside your fluttering walls, lifting your hips slightly to coat him furthermore in your juices. you already look like a mess just from working yourself open on his cock, panting and grinning proudly as you lean down to kiss ken.

your lips move against another, as gentle as his hands which caress your sides until his fingers grab around your hips and guide your body. the clenching of your cunt is delicious, something absolutely addicting—especially when you’re on top. so he brings you to circle your hips, have you grind down on him and make every move as rewarding as possible for you both.

your arms are around his shoulders, holding onto him for support once he helps you lift off his lap only to have you bounce back down. watching your tits jump, listening to your shaky moans, and feeling your cunt constricting around his girth.

“you look so fucking pretty, baby.” draken pants, grin to his lips as he is ever so confident.

especially so whenever you shake your head to his praise, a defeated whimper, all you can forge out of your cock-hungry mind while he continues to have you bounce in his lap.

until you’re being pulled forward and feel the warmth of draken’s mouth encase your right nipple, his tongue teasing, while you grind down on him once more. overwhelming you with the stimulation given while the tremble and ache to your legs gets more and more apparent.

you moan his name, nails scratching his chest as his strength keeps your back arched and cunt pressed down against his pelvis. leaving you open for his cock to push all the right buttons inside your soft walls while you're struggling to keep yourself up.

“use me,” draken repeats quietly, whispering your previous words once his kisses travel from your tits up to your ear.

and so he does. holding your hips in place for him to fuck into you relentlessly, pushing your tired body over its limits until you crumble and drop against his chest, moaning into draken’s neck while his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of your ass.

you feel his cock throb inside you. cunt clenching around its girth as he pumps you full of his seed, coating your walls in white sticky fluid, but never forgetting about your own pleasure. draken’s fingers circle your clit while you already sob and moan for him, shivering over the beautiful feeling once you finally tumble over the edge and fall apart on his cock.

his strong arms wrap around your tired figure, holding you close in his embrace while you both come down from your highs; bodies entangled and unwilling to let go of another.

Okay babes, I can't feel horny alone my requests are opened

low rise denim mini skirt and gold belly chain ordered 🥱 summer im ready when u are

Daddy!Wakasa x babyg reader

Wakasa is the type to intensely gaze upon your shaky, juicy, semen coated thighs, grope and aggressively tug on his sensitive tip to desperately cum all over your stomach. Just the mere thought and view of your battered,raspberry coloured, swollen plump cunt effortlessly releasing hot juices already left him hard enough to prolong his appetite just cause. Hair all tousled and wild, sticking to his thinly layered sweaty forehead, his breath hiccups and draws him back when you sweetly moan out his name to go faster. “Fuck baby, look what you’re doing to me” Wakasa grins exhaustively. Sweat dripping from his chin down his lean toned abdomen, each droplet following the curvature of his smooth yet brick toned 6 pack. His huffing and puffing getting louder, body limper,tip sensitive, stimulate from lust heightened right his final moans forced all his heavy cream on your pretty pelvic area.

Your head is abruptly picked up by his clear manicured long fingers, to then be met by hoarse voice. “Who’s my princess?”

“I am”

“Who makes you cum so hard through tears yet makes you crawl back for more”

“You do”

“Who’s pretty swollen pussy is this”

“Wakasa Imaushi”

Loosens grip to only strengthen it on your hair, forcing eye contact. The sight of his rosy slight chapped lips could have you creaming all over. Within each question, his voice deepens and closes up on your face until the tips of your noise touch. One boyish smirk subconsciously knocking you senseless, his tongue reaches out to lick on your bottom lip, suck it off and release with a light pop.

“Who’s your daddy?”

Being caught off guard by his whole ministration you attempt in regaining your composure yet failing“y-y-you are Wakasa. You’re my daddy”

“That’s my baby, stay put” leaving an innocent kiss to your cheek, Wakasa exits to tend to your needs, not catching your bewildered state.