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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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i think you mention that fujio is very beefy so could you do him and the other bigger yans reaction to a smaller darling and like she's wearing their clothes (alternatively their clothes and nothing else?)

a/n: awwwe i think this is so cute and also a really terrific way to die so anyway i loved this request! hope you loved the way i ended up writing it! also i only wrote for some of my taller yans + fujio (love me a short king) so if you'd like to see the other yans in a request like this, send one in!

warning: female reader as requested, size difference where reader is significantly shorter, mentioned scent kink in isamu's and mel's, thigh riding in soren's

emm fiala ★ profile

a lot of her fashion is skin tight clothing. the only thing she really owns that would be anything close to loose on her would be her biker jacket and, even then, it's still a bit on the tighter side

but, if she is that much larger than you, it would be larger than you

if you love going on bike rides with her often, she'd be the kind of sweet wife who'd always give you her biker jacket

she'd never tell you that it's becos it satisfies a possessive instinct inside of her that tells her to mark you as hers

she just likes you thinking that she's being nice and polite LOL

she's always had a problem with being taller than the average woman? and it's definitely been a problem for past lovers so she always worries that it'll be a problem for you

but then she sees what you look like naked underneath your clothes and, suddenly, she doesn't think that anymore LMAO

"Naughty girly, playin' with m'jacket like that." You saw Emm eye you up and down, that look in her eye only darkening as she walked towards you.

You just leaned further back, your face only getting hotter as the jacket fell open, revealing more of your skin and your breasts to her hungry gaze.

It was a wonder the jacket fit you so loosely. The sleeves even went past your finger tips. When it was on her, it fit her so snuggly. Then again, she was a head or so taller than you and she was so much more muscular.

She got on the bed, clicking her tongue as she opened the jacket even more, letting it fall off one of your shoulders and then the other, her mouth decending onto your neck.

You let her, of course, your head tilting one way to give her the space she wanted to mark you however she pleased.

"God, didn' kno' you were such a small li'l thing." She groaned, her crotch suddenly meeting yours, the rough of her denim against your bare pussy sending a zing up your spine "My li'l darlin', am'i'rite?"

You nodded, whimper leaving your lips as your hands scrambled to grab onto her shoulders, the sleeves of her biker's jacket bunching up at your elbows.

"Fuck." She huffed before pushing your knee down onto the bed and effectively spreading your legs apart, her other hand holding your other knee to her hip.

"Don'no why it riles me up so much, darl', but it does." She chuckled a little, all breathy and soft as she trailed her hand from your knee and up higher, fingers ghosting your thigh, admiring the way her palm looked so big against the side of your leg.

Then, her hand was on the very inside of your thigh, close enough to where you wanted her but not exactly close enough.

"You are my li'l darlin', aren't you?" She teased, her thumb brushing against your clit, rolling it under the pad of her thumb, hard enough to send sparks up your spine but not hard enough to really get you going.

So, of course, you nodded hastily, another whimper leaving your lips "O-Of course. Always your darling. Always."

She gave you a kiss on the cheek as a reward but, when your hips pathetically jerked up, she chuckled again and pressed her thumb harder down on your clit "My greedy li'l princess."

"I'll give you all ya' want an' more, I promise."

isamu lowell ★ profile

a lot of isamu's fashion is super plain. he doesn't really dwell much on what to wear. its whatever is the easiest to move around, the cheapest to buy, whatever looks good

a lot of his clothes are hoodies, sweatshirts, joggers, plain tshirts, etc. perfect things to steal, if you ask me.

if you're his mate or his darling, he'd be the type to always sneak his clothes into your clothes anyway. he likes the thought of you wearing his clothes but not for any possessive reason

he just likes his clothes smelling like you LOL after you wear his clothes, he wears them and it feels nice and comfy

if you wear his clothes with nothing underneath in a more provocative manner, however...

"Hey, I'm a little late for work, do you know where--" Isamu glanced into the room before the words he was saying immediately died on his tongue.

He stared at you, his fists clenching and unclenching.

You sat there, batting your eyelashes at him, the sweetest expression on your face. You were wearing the hoodie he had left on the bed yesterday, your smell and his smell mixing perfectly on the fabric.

It was so big on you too. You were swimming in it.

It reminded him so much of how much bigger he was than you, of how much you trusted him not to hurt you. He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

"Mate." He groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face as his ears grew hot. When he heard you laugh, he growled "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." You had tittered out, enjoying his suffering all too much.

He didn't like that, didn't like how you challenged him, how you teased him.

Isamu stalked forward, frown on his face. You just giggled and spread yourself on the bed, letting him get a peak of what was underneath the hoodie of his.

Nothing.

He was never going to make it to work. But, honestly, it felt like the last thing that mattered in his mind at that very moment.

Isamu didn't even hesitate as he pinned you down on the bed, his suddenly sure hands wrapping your thighs around his waist and his lips meeting yours in a messy kiss.

As he manhandled you, his hoodie rode up in the scuffle, revealing your stomach and some of your breasts. Usually, the sight made him bashful. Instead, it made him even harder.

This was a side of Isamu you only saw when you really riled him up.

And, from the sound of the groan that left his lips, he was worked up. It was even more evident when he fished his cock out of his sweats and lined it up against your pussy.

When he pulled away from kissing you to stare down, it felt almost surreal. The way the tip of his cock almost touched your belly button. How he looked so big and thick against you like that.

You whined as you looked down too, pout playing on your lips as you ground your bare pussy against the underside of his shaft. "'Samu?"

Yeah, no, he was never going to make it to work.

mel lowell ★ profile

mel is a lot like isamu where a lot of the clothes he wears are really plain and he doesn't really care what they look like on him

unlike isamu, though, mel tends to run a bit hotter? so a lot of his clothes show off more skin. stuff like tank tops, jeans, flannel, etc. he doesn't wear things like hoodies often

he'd also be a lot like isamu where he'd love his mate or darling to wear his clothes often but he wouldn't beat around the bush about it. he'd be very upfront and just be like 'oh, you're going out? might be chilly, wanna wear a flannel of mine over your shirt?' or something LOL

i wouldn't say he's worse than isamu when he sees you wearing nothing but his clothes... he definitely becomes a bit insatiable

You grumbled as you felt someone reach into your t-shirt, broad calloused hands cupping your breasts and experienced thumb playing with your nipple.

Immediately, you knew who it was and your eyes fluttered open to see it really was Mel, smirking at you victoriously, his arm wrapped around your hips as his hand continued fondling your breast.

"Where'd you find this shirt, hmmm?" He muttered against the shell of your ear as he rutted his hips against your ass.

You just hummed, your voice a mix between a soft yawn and a whimper "The bed. I missed you."

"Figured." He grumbled "Smells like me and now it smells like you. Smells like us."

As he muttered that against your skin, you felt him lift the shirt up a bit more to reveal your breasts. The rather cold air of the room made your nipples pebble a little but Mel definitely had no complaints.

Though, the shirt definitely felt silly now that it was pulled so high on your torso. The neckline was slipping off your shoulders, pooling around your chest, trailing down your upper arm.

Mel just continued eyeing you like seeing you like that, with the shirt like that, was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

You laughed at how silly he was being but then he kept going "It's so much bigger on you than it is on me."

"Yeah, and?" You raised an eyebrow at him, your back arching when he pinched your nipple as retaliation.

"Reminds me of how much bigger I am than you." He clarified, pressing hot kisses against your skin.

You just laughed again and reached behind you to cup his growing cock "Why don't you show me exactly how much bigger you are?"

Mel definitely had no complaints as you slipped his already hard cock out of his jogging pants. Though, before you could guide him right to your pussy, he slipped it between your thighs instead.

You whined but looked down as he fucked his cock against your pussy once, twice, three times. You were surprised to see so much of the head sticking out in between your thighs.

"Fuck, darling, look at what you do to me." He groaned, grip on your breast tightening just a little bit as he pulled you tighter against him.

"Bet it'll feel better inside, hmmm?"

soren kumar ★ profile

he's a music ICON what do you EXPECT! HELLO? he needs to always be fashionable!

his outfits are definitely the more sleek type though. like button up shirts, turtle necks, leather jackets, skinny jeans, etc. a lot of expensive brands too like gucci and stuff who want him to wear their clothes

he'd be a bit ehhh about sharing his clothes. on one hand, cute! on the other hand, he'd be a bit worried becos what if they're outfits like he needs to wear for brand deals and stuff? so you're only allowed to get your hands on specific clothes of his LOL

well, maybe he'll make an exception if you're not wearing anything underneath...

"Oh, baby." Soren walked into his giant closet to see you sitting on one of the chaise lounges, sweater on your body "Is that the Chanel hoodie?"

You nodded, bashful expression on your face "Sorry! I shouldn't have--!"

"No, it's okay, it looks really good on you!" He immediately shook his head, grin overtaking his entire face as he sat next to you, his expression showing exactly how enamoured he was with you.

He pressed kiss after kiss on your face, his arms wrapping around you "You're so cute! I love how it looks on you!"

"You look like a round little lemon! Why's it so big on you?" He pressed a final kiss on your cheek before just simply pulling you onto his lap, his hands sneaking up into the hoodie.

It's when his enamoured expression turned into one of bewilderment before, finally, settling into a giant smirk.

"Oh, naughty baby." He pressed close and murmured into your ear as he positioned you to sit on his thigh, your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his denim "You're wearing nothing underneath?"

Your face simply flushed hotter, your expression shy as you held onto the ends of the sleeves.

Soren smiled and pressed a kiss under your ear and then another lower, lower, against your neck, to your collar. His finger pulled the hoodie down to expose more of your skin to his lips, so he could leave more of his marks.

"Let me show you exactly what I do to naughty babies like you." He cupped your naked hips and started nudging you forward, trying to get you to rude his thigh.

You just frowned and placed your hands on his shoulders, your thighs spread way too far to even properly hold yourself up. He didn't seem to be taking no for an answer though.

In fact, Soren was strong enough to just move you on his own, rubbing your pussy against his jean-clad thigh.

You whined out his name, half in complaint and half in pleasure.

Instead of listening, he just leaned close to mutter in your ear "As punishment, you have to cum against my thigh first, baby, then you can have my cock, okay?"

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

eun-jeong's outfits are very cozy; a lot of oversized stuff, cardigans, turtlenecks, sweaters, etc. not a lot of casual clothes like hoodies and sweatpants. maybe a lot of jeans?

but his jeans are the only things that are tight fitting. the rest have to be very loose

he'd be very happy to share his clothes LOL it's kind of like a concept in asian culture?

like the boyfriend shirt or whatever? so he'd be happy to do it! and his heart feels especially warm when he knows that the two of you match

but then if you get a bit more seductive with it... well, his heart might not be the only thing that's warm if you know what i mean LOL

When Eun-jeong saw you, oversized knit sweatshirt on your body, a sliver of your shoulder peeking through the neckline, he felt his heart stop in his chest.

You looked so lovely in the sweater but there was something about it being his sweater that made it all the more enticing.

"Is my sweater nice?" He approached you, gloved hands tracing the outside of your thighs, wondering why you were wandering out of his room in his clothes.

You just grinned sheepishly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your body cozy and probably warm with sleep from a nap. He always felt so bad waking you up.

But then, as his hands got higher and higher, slipping into the sweater, he realised that there wasn't anything else there.

His cheeks grew hot and he felt his ears turn bright red. He buried his face into the crook of your exposed neck, nose nuzzling into your collar bones.

"Now, what are you doing with nothing under this sweater, hmmm, puppy?" He muttered against your skin, breath hot and gloved grip only growing tighter.

You laughed and just pulled him closer, your lips brushing against the apples of his red cheeks "I missed you."

Eun-jeong didn't even hesitate as he hiked your legs up, his gloved hands holding you from behind the knees as he wrapped your legs around his waist and hauled you back into his bedroom.

Though, distantly, he couldn't help but notice that your legs sat a bit higher than his waist when he carried you like this. You were so small in his arms, so cuddly. Had it always been like this?

He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and, before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his kiss soft and gentle as his hands traced your body, making sure that he didn't disturb the sweater.

"Oh, puppy, you should welcome me home like this more often."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

beefy beefy boy, built like a linebacker (whatever that means lol person who knows sports? could not be me?)

he'd prefer not to wear loose clothes but his proportions are kinda weird? so like clothes that would fit right around his torso would be too tight around his arms and clothes that would fight right around his arms would be too lose around the torso

people with big guns problems amirite

so all his clothes are REAL big for him. they have to be really loose around his arms which means they're really loose around his torso

either that or he just goes sleeveless with tank tops, vests, etc

his clothes are all like hoodies (with and without sleeves), sweatshirts, sweatpants, jeans, etc. really does not give a shit about fashion

when he wears tshirts tho, he rolls the shirt sleeves up LOL

neway, he's also doesn't realise that he has a thing for you being smaller but it's becos he's not that tall so he doesn't take note of people's heights unless they're super tall (so he can bust their kneecaps LOL)

definitely isn't surprised at this point though because everything about his darling turns him on

"What the fuck? Is that my tank top?" Fujio squinted at you from the couch as you passed by, his ever present scowl apparent on his face.

You stopped mid-step and turned your head to look at him, confused expression on your face "What? I always wear your clothes, baby."

As he tried to look back and remember if he'd ever seen you wear his clothes before, Fujio couldn't help but stare at how you looked now, with his tank top so loose over your torso.

First of all, he could feel himself chub in his boxers just seeing your side boob. The way the arm holes barely covered any of it, how the straps kept looking like they were about to fall of your cute little shoulders and-- wait, why is that tank top so long on you?

"Come here." He pat his leg and you trotted over, sigh escaping your lips.

When you perched yourself on his lap, that's when it really hit him.

You were small. So so small. He was used to being thick and muscly, used to always being the buffest guy he knew. But he'd never been that big. He was average height.

Yet, compared to you, he was so big.

"Fuck, baby, what the fuck." He moved you a bit so you faced him, your legs on either side of his hips "Dunno why but this shit's making me hard."

"Fujio!" You felt your cheeks heat up but Fujio just chuckled at you, admiring the way his palms looked so large against your waist when he held it.

Without any hesitation, he was pulling his cock out and pressing it against your stomach, watching with a renewed appreciation when he saw how deep it probably got inside you.

The tip didn't touch your belly button but, fuck, did it get close.

"Do I always hit so deep inside you, baby?" His hips lifted a little, his cock grinding against your lower stomach and smearing pre-cum against your skin.

You just pouted and blushed, your hands settling on his upper arms as you ground your hips down "Maybe."

He grinned at your answer before groaning and shifting again to push you down so you were laying beside him on the couch "Okay, fuck, I need to get inside you like yesterday."

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