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nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚YES〛/ 〚𝗡𝗢✗〛 ⟶ requests are closed.

AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3

. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞

mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.

you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.

"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"

"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"

"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"

"everything you do turns me on"

"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"

. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡

he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.

the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.

you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.

“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”

“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.

“and why’s that?”

“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”

“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”

. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢

it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.

but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.

you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.

your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.

"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"

. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡

the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.

he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.

you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.

“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”

you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”

“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”

. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡

“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.

he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.

the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.

“how long have you been standing there?”

“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”

“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”

. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘

“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”

you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.

chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).

eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.

but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.

“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”

. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.

you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.

“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.

“you’re distracting me”

he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”

“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”

“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”

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wet dream -> mark lee (m)

contents: mark x gn! reader, no pronouns but reader has female anatomy, smut without plot, no relationship established, handjob, guided masturbation, oral (m receiving), pet names, cumshot, dirty talk (?) wc: 1k

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⋆ ★

the sight of you, sprawled between his legs with your ankles crossed in the air and a single finger tracing the skin on his thigh is straight out of a wet dream. you’re a sight for sore eyes, a vision of ecstasy, with your pretty plump lips parted and your blown out pupils focused solely on his hand that pumps his cock.

“does that feel good?”

mark nods his head quickly, but your mouth folds into a disapproving frown.

“use your words, mark. tell me how nice your hand feels.”

there’s no way you’re real, he thinks.

hell, how is he supposed to think straight with your naked body on his, much less answer you coherently? do you even know how dry his mouth has run? or that your plush breasts are pressing into his thighs and driving him crazy?

he blinks his half-lidded eyes at you once and clears his throat before finding his voice, "it feels so good, baby."

the pout on your lips quickly shifts into a smirk and you bring both of your hands forward, placing them on his thighs and sliding up towards his abdomen, then back down.

"mm, tease your tip for me."

it's fucking ironic, the way your tone is sweeter than nectar, but your words are tainted with filth. his dick twitches as if it had heard you, dreading the way his owner would carry out your instructions with no objection. twenty minutes had passed since you subjected him to this, and he was so desperate to come that he could feel the ache in his bones.

mark spares his red, swollen head an apologetic glance before bringing his fingers up and rubbing it, a shaky breath escaping his parted lips. he watches your face carefully, desperate for your approval.

the best part, he decides with some mild-to-moderate difficulty, is that he can tell this feels good for you too—that you're enjoying this just as much as he is, if not more.

he's noticed it all: the way you've been squeezing your thighs together, how your breathing has become labored, and how even though you're not touching yourself, your body and face are covered with a thin layer of sweat.

he thinks you're the prettiest thing ever, and he can't wait to come on your face.

that thought, combined with his hand wrapping around himself and squeezing brings him so close to edge that he gasps, but your hand flies out to stop him.

"i didn't say you could finish yet,"

"what?!" he pants, eyes widening, "baby, please. i'm so close."

it's tempting to give in to him, but you shake your head nonetheless, "just a little longer. i like making you feel good."

slowly, you move your hand and his, guiding it up and down his length for a few seconds, before slipping them both completely off. he involuntarily bucks his hips up to chase the feeling, letting a hiss slip through his tightened teeth as he mourns loss of contact.

"baby-"

"i know, i know," you coo, and he watches tentatively as you shift to hover above him.

your gaze remains locked on his expression long enough to watch the way his brow dips down into a crease, before shifting towards his cock to direct your aim. your jaw tightens, working to gather some spit to the front of your mouth and as soon mark realizes what you're doing, he holds his breath.

then, you let it fall from your lips, landing your spit over the very center of his slit where your finger swipes once to spread it, and both of you watch in awe as it spills down the side of him, trickling along his shaft.

when your hand finally wraps around him again, he fully moans, loudly, shamelessly, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.

you're gonna be the fucking death of him, and he would die the happiest man on earth.

"oh, my-" he whines, "faster, please,"

when you oblige, his hands start shaking. perhaps he didn't think you'd actually do it, since you'd been teasing him for the better part of an hour. but alas, he was wrong, and thank god for that.

within seconds, he's grasping at the bedsheets and even at his own hair in search of anything that can tether him before he floats away. there are no thoughts in his head anymore; you've got him squirming helplessly, pathetically.

his voice is strained and his speech is slurred, almost unintelligible as he asks for more. the moment your lips wrap around him to appease his request, it's almost too much. he can't tear his eyes away from you, completely mesmerized by the way you're taking him into your mouth and swallowing around him.

the tears that slip from your eyes and your tongue that swirls around him make him so dizzy that he's seeing stars. he can feel how close he's getting, he's almost there. how were you doing this?

mark squeezes his eyes shut for a few seconds to help his blurring vision so he can manage one last, clear look at you in hopes that it will push him over the edge. and oh, it does exactly that.

when you lift mouth off of him with a pop and stick out your tongue to catch his cum, he falls apart. there's no warning, only the air hitching in his throat; thick stripes of white paint your face as he finishes, chanting your name like it's a prayer, and it may as well be.

he doesn't know how long his orgasm lasts, just that by the end of it, his legs are trembling and his fingertips have gone numb.

he's barely recovering when your thumb wipes at some of the fluid on your cheek, drawing it towards your mouth for a taste.

"you look beautiful," you giggle, feeling like you've never been more honest about anything in your life. if looks could kill, you'd be watching him from beyond the grave. his hair's a mess, chest flushed red and heaving, cheeks tinted a similar shade to match. his cum tastes sweet on your finger, and he's looking at you like he just won the lottery. yeah, he's certainly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

and you? you're definitely better than any wet dream he could ever have.

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Mark deserves sum good ass head tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️

not only does he deserve it, he loves it. this man is so obsessed with getting head, loves it when you go all desperate for him and become a drooling, moaning mess around his length. he likes it messy, literally can't hold back from bucking his hips up when you stick your tongue out and slap his cock against your tongue, running the pad of his thumb over the bulge his cock tip makes in your cheek when you turn your head to the side

please his moans would be so deep and raspy, looking down at you with unfocused eyes and his hands running through his hair. he's too fucked out to dirty talk and can only manage a string of raspy curses

"oh fuck, fuckkk"

"deeper, deeper, baby, fuck yeah, that's it"

wants pictures of you after he finishes, when you're all teary eyed, drool and cum smeared over your puffy lips, chin and cheeks

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HES SO CUTE

Day 3: Changbin + Blowjob

Pairing: Changbin x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1260

Warnings: Blowjob, dirty talk, slight hair pulling

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Day 22: Johnny + Cockwarming

Pairing: Johnny x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 949

Warnings: Cockwarming, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, masturbation (female), begging, unprotected sex, creampie

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🎵: sparks, coldplay

author’s note: im actually so confused as to what i just wrote IM SORRY IDK WHAT THIS ISSSS…. (not proofread btw ;))

also hi guys!! im chubbles and im a new writer to tumblr so yeaaaaa

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marklee x f!reader

fluff :(((

he looked at you

like a child looking at candy. 

like a dog seeing its owner after so long. 

like the sun looks at the moon. 

like the stars looking down on earth. 

he loved you; he really did. 

something about you sparked something in him. 

your first date immediately made him attached to you. what? you asked. he chuckled, sitting across from you. whipped cream all over your upper lip. it made him think of santa claus. he grabbed a napkin from the table and slowly wiped it away, eyeing your lips. your lips were pink, and smelled of roses. you smelled of roses. he loved that about you. your playful demeanor. the way you knew the right times when to be silly, and to be serious. the way you always had those sleepy eyes, looking deep into his brown orbs. the way you’d put on your lipstick sitting in front of your mirror; with him in the back watching curiously.

you were everything to him. he was everything to you.

your simple dates, cuddling on the couch with matching fuzzy socks. going into his recording room and him playing his latest composed songs. 3:00 in the morning, and he’s up and playing his guitar for you while you lie in bed, admiring him from head to toe. fancy dinner dates, ending up with a stain or two of food on your dress. even a wine stain on his blouse. movie dates, sitting in the very back row, to enjoy each other’s presence. during the summers, cutting watermelon together. he always cuts you a cube, and feeds it to you. he loves your flaws. he loves your strengths. he loves so much about you it cant even be put into correct words. so, whenever he says i love you, he means it with every bone in his body.

mark lee. oh, where could you find someone as great as him. well, thats the thing. you cant. hes one of a kind.

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i couldn’t resist drawing @hopelesslovebug’s clown designs, so here’s some sketchy boys

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Go Go Mista!

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🏥🤒💓

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i’m sick too so i understand. can you draw @/hopelesslovebug’s fugo and mista clown guys IF you want. take care of yourself. throws soup

YYEAAARRGGHHHH I LOVE CLOWNS AND I LOVE BUG'S DESIGNS!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hi!! Um for the drawing request narancia maybe?

when i eat oranges i always peel them and make them look like flowers, i think narancia would do that too :)

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I KNOW, I KNOWWW I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN LIKE COME ON. i’ve been scrounging for fics about him and there is nothing </3. like yes (EPISODE NINE MINI SPOILER) he was super hot with the mask on like wow i was on the floor, but where is the appreciation for him himself :(( just look how cute he is i just wanna hug him so bad. his personality too i love, he’s the whole package and more <333

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No bc I confuse diavlo n anasui alot👊🤨

gaslight gatekeep girlboss

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I've never sent a request before so I have no idea how this works,, anyway, Jonathan with a crush or s/o who keeps running away from him, because she's afraid of how buff and tall he is 🥺

Anon, this is genuinely hilarious, I love it.

SFW

If there’s anything our sweet boy Jonathan loves more than archaeology it’s pretty girls.

Nothing untoward, obviously, he just thinks they’re neat.

He sees her one day, at a nurses’ station while he’s working in the field. Her bright smile, comforting presence, and soft, silky hair pull Jonathan in immediately. He’s just a puppy in love.

As everyone finishes up for the day, he gathers the courage to try to speak with her. 

When he finally gets her attention, he’s surprised to see his crush’s joyful expression turn to one of trepidation as she stares up at his hulking form 

He’s more than a full foot taller than her, and even the other nurses around her seem quite intimidated.

Our poor boy doesn’t put two and two together, and simply thinks he must have done something wrong. Perhaps she is already spoken for!

But Jonathan is never one to give up, and they continue like this for a while. Every time Jonathan tries to get her attention she finds an excuse to get away from him. Sometimes they make eye contact and she fully breaks into a run. 

Finally, one day she snaps at him.

“S-sir! I don’t know wh-who you are, but I can assure you that I have nothing that you want!” The poor girl is shaking like a leaf. 

Jonathan finally realize his size and stature must be scaring the poor girl. He is stunned by her courage and he feels absolutely terrible. But he must make his intentions known. 

“Madam, I want nothing from you other than your time. I...think you’re very beautiful and I wish to ask you for your permission to court you! I swear on my honor as a Joestar...if you want to bid me farewell, I will never bother you again!” 

His crush is shocked. She never expected the man to be such a gentle giant. All this time she was running away, and the poor boy just wanted a chance to speak with her. A blush blooms across her features. 

“You mean you...only wished to confess your affections?” 

To Jonathan’s pure elation she relaxes, and agrees to give him a chance. 

She has to admit that she is sometimes frightened by his shadow, and she nearly faints when he gives her a surprise hug, but the two quickly fall in love

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not re-upload without explicit permission.

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scared abt the friends part also wondering what happened w ken

BIG BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND | RAN HAITANI.

ღ SYNOPSIS. choosing between your big brother and his best friend could be hard. but ran’s there to help you decide.

ღ CONTAINS. fem!reader, reader is a bimbo, smut, stepcest-ish, ran is lowkey a little player, recording, dumbification, creampies, condescension, draken is overbearing, 18+ mdni.

ღ WORD COUNT. 2203

ღ LINKS. masterlist. part two. part one.

PART THREE: INDEPENDANT DECISIONS.

the door’s knob jostled once more, followed by a firm knock and draken’s deep voice on the other side.

“open the door. now.”

much to your surprise and mere fortune, the door was locked, giving you ample time to wipe off the remnants of cum running down your leg with one of the blankets that decorate your bed.

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Damn😏🤲

SHINICHIRO SANO.

content warning ⇾ stepcest, camgirl!reader, shin is smitten, slight pervy behavior. 18+ mdni.

word count ⇾ 645.

Shin should know better than to rely on his cute little sister to please him when other girls had refused, but he couldn’t help it. You’re just so fucking pretty, and so fucking dumb to think that your big brother wouldn’t hear through the thin wall, the sound of your huffy whimpers and whines when you’d touch yourself in front of the camera he bought you. He figured you were camgirling when he accidentally walked in on you one late night, making the assumption that you were drifting off to sleep and needed your brother to tuck you in.

God, was he wrong? Pathetic little you didn’t even realize he was there as your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers so deep in your cunt, it hindered your ability to recognize that someone other than your devout followers was watching you.

After that incident, Shinichiro was hooked, wanting to always hear you all fucked out, to see you struggling to take anything he gave you. It was like a want; maybe even a need.

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big brother’s best friend.

pairings - ran haitani x fem!reader.

synopsis - who would’ve thought that your big brother’s best friend had a thing for virgins like you.

contains - dubcon, filthy praise, mentions of virginity, pregnancy, and corruption, cum-eating, breaking and entering/trespassing, perverted behavior, use of the word “bitch”, finger-sucking, threats, and slight codependency and infantilization. 18+ mdni.

word count - 1.5K+

links - part two.

ran haitani was just that guy you knew. you’ve actually known him for quite a while now since he spends most of his time hanging around your overprotective step-brother, doing god knows what but what you really didn’t know was the insatiable lust he had for you. more specifically, your innocence.

it eats him up each time he sees your face, your body, even hearing your voice. you’re perfect, and not that it was an astonishment to him, but you were also a virgin—a sweet, pliant little virgin that’s just as dumb as she is cute.

your chastity wasn’t the only thing that roused his fantasies but it was also the simple fact that you were off limits; your brother blocking you away from anything that had to do with the haitani’s, ran or rindou. it was for your own safety, he claims, but in that empty head of yours, they aren’t as big of a threat as he makes them out to be. they couldn’t be, they were just boys being boys and getting in trouble. it’s a normal thing, right?

every night, he would spur himself on with the thought of you under him, legs spread as he fucks your painfully tight cunt and let out the most sonorous moans. it was almost like a routine until the taut clasp of his fist wasn’t satiating his needs anymore and he wanted the real thing, the tangible feeling of your slick walls wrapped around him.

looking at his phone currently and checking out the late time, he decides that it wouldn’t hurt for him to give you a visit. it wasn’t like your solicitous big brother would be awake at this time, he’d be fast asleep in his own bed dreaming about whatever chaos happened throughout the day. it was also a good thing ran built up the trust between him and his best friend, enough for him to have the keys to your place and allowing him easier access to the inaccessible.

ran quickly left his apartment and headed to his car, starting up the vehicle until he was on his way to your place, with one goal in mind—stealing the thing that made you so precious.

after a brisk drive, ran finally met the driveway of your house, getting out and treading to your front door where he would steadily slip the key into the lock and unlock the door, shutting it swiftly behind him. he was a criminal after all, breaking and entering was lightweight for him. he steps into the foyer of the abode, walking up the stairway and towards your room just like he had memorized. on days where he’d come to visit and lounge in your brother’s room, he would always take notice of the cute pink sign that hung from the knob of the door across the hallway, that’s how he knew exactly where your room was located.

you stir in your half awake state, completely unaware of the danger that lurked just behind the door as you try to get yourself comfortable in bed. there’s a firm set of knocks on the door before it opens slightly with a creak.

“b-big brother?” you curiously query, turning to your side to get a better view of the door. it was then that you seen the hues of lilac tinted hair paired with the “reassuring” and easygoing voice of the man you knew as, ran haitani. “shh, shh. it’s just me. you know me.” he coos, slipping himself through the doorway and shutting it softly behind him. you blink away at the sleepiness in your eyes, trying to piece together if what you saw was reality or just a figment of your restless, hallucinated brain.

“ran?”

you sit up fully before sinking back down when you feel the dip of your bed, the larger man nearly towering over your frame. “r-ran, what are you-” you try to inch the words out of your mouth but you can’t help but focus on the visible hard on that bulges from his sweats. it was now that you realized the real reason your brother kept you away from him.

as ran dawns over your body, a sudden realization comes over him—the realization that he wants to keep you a virgin, that he’s too scared to go all the way; not when you look up at him with confused puppy dog eyes, no. you’re too special to be corrupted. that’s when a new plan forms in his mind.

“don’t worry your pretty little head, princess. i wouldn’t dare take your virginity.” his words come out syrupy sweet as he pulls down the waistband of both his sweats and his boxers. you can barely even take in what’s happening before his hands are on your thighs, spreading them apart so that your pink panty clad cunt is on full display for him. you try to muster up the courage to tell him off but the mere sight of his hair down, out of braids for the first time your eyes have seen them, and his eyes lidded and focused on your cunt have your resolve faltering. “i-if you don’t stop, ‘m gonna tell my br-” he halts his movements, now looking down with mirth at your cute, bothered expression.

“go ahead, tell your big brother, you little dependent bitch.”

a cowardly expression paints your features, his obvious egging causing you to hush yourself. he rests his hand on your cheek, slipping his thumb into your mouth as you hesitantly suck on the digit. “but i wouldn’t suggest you do that, little thing. it won’t end well for him” he threatens before cooing at you once more, groaning at the sight of your lips wrapped around his finger. “i’m just gonna make us both feel really good.” he starts, now running the tip of his cock along your covered folds, aiming strategically at your clit.

“see, i’m barely even touchin’ ya.”

you squirm and whine at the unfamiliar feeling of pleasure, eyes glossing over each time the head of his cock would nudge over your clit. he takes a glance at your dazed expression, his breath growing heavier at the sight of you. “yeah, that’s it. good girl.” he praises, which causes pools of arousal to rush to your core. with every swipe and slide, he can feel just how gushy you’re getting, making it harder for him to restrain the urge to push your panties to the side and stuff his cock inside your cunt at the hilt.

he switches his thumb out for his index and middle fingers, pushing them deep into your mouth which elicits a gag from you. “ah ah, you need to be real quiet unless you wanna wake up your brother.” he scolds. you buck your hips up needlessly, chasing the onset of your orgasm that felt so far yet so close. he takes notice of your desperate mewling and jerking, deciding to press harder and rut faster against you. the unknown bubbling that builds up in your core is almost too much for you, and it doesn’t make it better that ran slips his hand under your large t-shirt and begins to tweak with your beaded nipples.

“c’mon, princess. cum for me. i know you can do it.” he praises, also reaching closer to his climax as well. tears begin to trickle from your eyes as you’re on the very cusp of your high, grinding your hips and drooling helplessly around his fingers. it’s then, when he briefly removes his digits, that you let out a pitchy whimper, body convulsing and trembling as you cream your panties. just the sound of it alone has him closer than ever, thrusting once, twice, then a third before he’s jettisoning his seed over your cunt, throwing his head back with a groan as he does so.

you pray that your clamorous shriek of pleasure didn’t startle the person who was just across the hallway as you recollect your breath, taking notice of the sticky mess on your panties.

“i bet you feel so filthy.” ran remarks, tucking himself back in and filing off your bed. “be careful or else it’ll seep through the fabric and get you pregnant.” he says as he walks backwards, pointing at your pathetic mess. your heart quickly jumps, causing you to grow frantic as fear clouds your mind. “r-ran! d-don’t wanna get pregnant!” you stammer.

it’s cute how you believe any little thing you’re told, so endearing. he steps to the edge of your bed, a menacing grin on his face. “yeah? i’ve been so mean, haven’t i? comin’ into your room and gettin’ you all messy.” he climbs onto the bed again. “i promise, i’ll clean it up.”

he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, bringing your sticky heat up to his lips, kissing it before licking over your panties, collecting all his release mixed with the taste of your essence that soaked through the fabric. you bite your finger, trying your hardest not to let out another loud moan.

“there. all clean.” he pulls away and sends you a lazy smile before finally getting up and off your mattress and heading to the door, turning back with a finger over his lips. “keep this a secret, okay?” you nod your head before settling into your sheets, wide awake.

now, you’re even needier.

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