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title: haven’t been caught pairing: badboy!haechan x goodgirl!reader word count: 1.7k genres: fluff, established relationship au, high school au, secret relationship warnings: mentions of weed, suggestiveness, one cuss word, not proofread additional: based on the song “good girls” by 5 seconds of summer. also, big thanks to @florence-cvrt​ for all their help <3

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She’s good at school, she’s never truant She can speak French, I think she’s fluent.

“Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t get your hand off my thigh right this instant, I will tell Mr. Qian to fail you.”

You bring a light slap down on his hand, which is threatening to slide up your skirt. Your boyfriend’s hand immediately leaves your leg, innocently tucking it back into his lap. When you turn to him, his pretty lips are spread into a fake virtuous smile and his long hair barely covers his entertained sparkling eyes. Still, he complains, “Wait until I tell the student body that their vice president is actually violent and manipulative.” 

He tsk’s as you show no reaction, instead flipping through the pages of the French textbook. “What would you tell them?” 

Donghyuck leans back in his desk chair where the two of you reside in an empty classroom, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket before running a hand through his hair. “That even though you walk around school smiling at everyone and kissing teachers’ asses, you love hitting your boyfriend and threatening him.”

“You, my boyfriend?” You laugh at him, eyes never leaving the book. “They’d never believe you.”

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RUNNIN’ FROM IT ?! ☆

geto, toji, gojo, nanami, sukuna. jjk men reaction to you "running" from the d!ck

cw. fem! reader, semi-public themes, unprotected, big dıcks, size kinks, hair pulling, praise, brēeding, impact play, dumbification, squırting (gojo), sir kink (nanami), overstim. 3.5k total wc.

☆ NANAMI KENTO.

“goin’ somewhere, wifey?” and you’d gasp at the guiltless stretch. the silver band of his watch runs off against your skin as he’s ruthless rutting into you. with your maw sagging open, here lies you, arched over his office desk, pencil skirt lazily pulled up to the hem of your torso. he’s so deep, each tremendous thrust felt like it was gonna be its last. nanami finds it cute how you move up, so squirmy with the sweetest whines escaping from your mouth. “i finally give in ‘n you wanna be a brat again?”

“jus’ s-so big, ken, fuuuck,” you’d moan, feeling the upward curve of his dick enlarge past your gluey walls each time. your chest lays flat against his desk, the lanyard that wraps around your neck jangling in harmony. the same repeated amount of clanks sing as you continuously get fucked into various paperwork. it’s as if every time you took him, he got bigger. you bite your lip, feeling his tender touch ghost down your skin. soft padded fingertips of his strum down your arm, the constant jerking of the wooden desk so loud and obnoxious. “f-fuck, you’re so biiiiiig.”

a low hoarse chuckle leaves from his lips before he caresses the bare fat of your ass. fawn eyes of his stares at your back — your ass, the way it bounces back against him everytime. your cunt slops all against him in such a dirty way. you then feel your heart race at the thought that anyone could just walk in. “oh, but honey. you say ‘m big repeatedly ‘n yet you always know how to take it,” and he leans up close, so close that he presses a kiss against your spine. you get shudders, his barreling length reaches new heights before he slows his hits down only to deepen them. whilst he’s churning you up from the very inside, he enunciates his words with each mean thrust, “every . . single . . time.”

the stretch,

it was all your mind could even process, the stretch. he’s balls deep, buried until your sloppy cunt continues to hit and kiss against the hilt. a white drooling ring surrounds his hefty base whilst he’s drilling into you at such a speed.

to be fair, you knew teasing nanami while he was at work would be risky. you just wanted a little attention.. and attention you got. your tongue was already lolled out and saliva seeps near the very crevices of your mouth. “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum. don’t stop, ‘ken. don’t st—”

smack.

you gasp once you feel the rough swat of his palm kiss against your rear. with a tug at the cute business blouse you wore, he gives it a firm yank to make you stick against him every thrust he presents you. “no, sweetheart. thought i taught you how to properly address me,” and his words were sweet, sweet words yet powerful degrading thrusts. “at home it’s kento, at the workplace it’s . . ?”

“s-sir,” you correct yourself, glossed lips smothered in nothing but your own spit. his tempo was ruthless you could barely even keep up—nor were you in sync. a pulsating panging throb surges through your folds before the plump tip of his dick kisses against there. “sir, ‘m cummin’ sir, fuuuuck.”

a euphoric wave crashes through you all at once. as your vision turns into pure splotches of white, you end up creaming all down his cock. you’re spasming, barely able to process a single thing. the only thing your brain could make out was the loud grumbles of his fax machine—you whine, feeling him still plugging your entrance with his fat cock before he slows down. “aw,” and a hand of his strums down your back, fondling with the little zipper that was pulled down your skirt. “my wife’s such a messy girl ‘n it’s only ten thirty am,” and while he speaks in such a teasing way, he brings up his wrist to take a glimpse as his watch. nanami grabs ahold of your hips, reaching a hand near your popped open blouse before kissing your neck. “can i get back to my meeting now or does this sloppy pussy need more instructions?”

☆ SUGURU GETO.

“don’t run from me. ‘s not even all the way in yet,” he purrs, and he’s so thick.

you felt the sweet taste of saliva pool into your mouth as you’re pathetically on all fours—geto’s girth always left you speechless. speechless until nothing came out of your mouth but pure weeping whimpers. the coldness of his rings dance against both sides of your hips before he snatches you back. “this dick doesn’t come for free, gonna have to take every inch,” and he grunts, a brow cocking as you’re just stammering the same inaudible moans. he reaches every spot, your thighs shake at how his fat dick jackhammers through every gummy orifice.

backshots with geto — he had you clenching the sheets, you’re bawling the silk satiny sheets into your hands before feeling the arch in your back only escalate even further,

“s-suguru, ngh, gonna make me cum quick. ‘s too big,” and he makes your head lightly go against the bed.

you’re chewing on a pillow, a few droplets of sheeny saliva running out of your mouth before your throbbing brings you back to reality. his hips were sharp, you were never prepared.

geto’s obsessed with your ass and the way it moves in such alluring rhythm. you’re wriggling your rear back against him, tempting him to kiss it with a spank and he falls for it every time. “suguru, ‘m gonna cum.”

“girl please,” he grumbles—and he snatches you right back by the waist once he feels you trying to secretly creep away. with brief smarting knees piercing into the plush of the mattress, he smacks your ass again. the way you repeat his name in that erotic, whiney tone gets him hard regardless. each spank he gives your ass, he caresses the stinging part with his the soft print of his thumb,

geto’s girth was enough to leave you drooling—he gets a good amount of your hair before he’s ambushing that same clenching spot with the fat crownhead of his dick. geto groans, feeling how quick it was for his base to get full. with a tongue licking underneath his bottom lip, he lightly shoves you into the bed frame, deepening his thrusts. “fuck, ‘m gonna have to go all out. wigglin’ that cute lil ass on me ‘s only gonna protect ya for so long,” and he scoots you up further against him to where he’s buried balls deep.

“s-sugu, ‘m close, so big ‘m gonna cummm,” and your sweetened whimpers fall on deaf ears—he knows you’re close, you didn’t even have to warn him because with the way your pussy constricts around him, squeezing him tight, dead giveaway.

with each sentence you spoke, your voice was so soft and shakey—desperate for your incoming orgasm, it was so close you could almost taste it,

metaphorically..

his dick expands, stretching out your splattering insides like it was elastic.

geto’s got you hearing imaginary bells. with your pretty pink tongue lolled out, sheeny lips parted, you were already feeling the inside of your mouth pool up with saliva. his mean thrusts, the way he’s yanking your hair back in place—you were very much salivating like a dirty girl. gasping once he prods his tip against that forbidden sweet spot, your mouth pries wider and you sob out a, “oh my g-goddd,” and he sneaks a hand between your thighs to maneuver quick circles against your cunt. “s-sugu, suguru, su-”

“shhh, don’t wanna talk to you right now, princess,” and a thumb of his trails from your puckering hole—all the way down to your swollen slit, he smears the slick against the entrance before his voice lowers. “all eyes on her,” he whispers, sliding a thumb inside of your folds whilst he still buried into you. “now, arch that back a little more for me. we gotta work on that posture, lazy ass girl.”

☆ GOJO SATORU.

“aww, you cryin’?” such tantalizing words pour its way down between your thighs to make you throb. you moan out a sweet harmonic whine as you felt gojo’s hands yoke your hips back against him. a ruthless slam, you bite your lip from feeling how close he is, how he’s repeatedly feeding your sweet, greedy cunt with inches of thick cock. you could never get enough and he knew that. he drags a hand to gingerly grab onto your scalp before humming. “ah, don’t run. ‘m not done playin’ with my pussy,” and his voice gets low, he leans in to lick the shell of your earlobe. “she’s been beggin’ for me all day, listen to how fuckin’ sloppy she gets for me when she doesn’t get a good fillin’ with ‘toru.”

and he covers a palm over your mouth so you can listen, the only sounds being heard across the room escapes from between your thighs. he’s using your syrupy entrance as his little fleshlight. the sloshes and squelches, he loves how easy you were to get all sopping for him. “yeah, ooh,” and a sheet of your honeyed saliva coats the middle part of his hand that’s glued to your mouth. your head’s bobbling from the jerking movements before he grunts. “she’s quite the talker today, huh. pussy’s got so much to s-say,” and you mewl out once you feel gojo snake a hand between your thighs.

he spanks your clit raw, snickering at the way your cute legs tremble as a response. “she needs some manners though, interrupting private time, ‘s not nice.”

after a while, he removes his hand—callused soft padded finger tips of his brush against the curvy juncture of yours hips, continuing to pull you close to where you’re smacking back and forth against him. each hit makes you see stars, you’re babbling, “hngh, ‘toru. deeper, deeper please,” and then you gasp. a sudden feeling filling into your abdomen. as his cock’s shoved way past into you, poking through every neglected spot, you start to shriek. “f-fuck, i feel something—something’s gonna burst, ‘toru, f-fuuuck.”

gojo’s amused, he runs a finger trail down your spine as he watches how your ass ricochets back against him in such salacious sync. “burst, yeah?” and he’s so pressed up into you. you nod, the same inaudible babbles and whines spewing from your sheeny coated lips before you feel his plump tip prod against your g-spot. “fuckin’ nasty are we are today, you gonna gush out on me? gonna squirt?” and the tremor in your thighs accelerates. he’s so deep—full hefty base of his steadily thrashes against your rear, your mind’s spinning yet you want more, more more. gojo’s keeping his entire gaze on your body, studying its crude movements before presenting your clit with another spank. “give it to me, angel. i wanna see how good your squirt velocity improved from last time, heh.”

a slimy string of saliva dribbles down the corners of your mouth before he plugs two digits to stop it. you whine, taking his fingers in wholeheartedly before sucking on them—wet tongue parting before occasionally gagging on it nudges against your cute little uvula. “mmph,” you moan, the crashing wave only grows faster. you’re on a high, not even intoxicated but it seemed as if gojo’s dick had you partly under the influence. within milliseconds, that one single thrust against your sensitive spot makes you gush out in volumes. you’re so wet . . drenched, a sweet lustrous sheet of your slick runs all the way down gojo’s base. he pauses, taking in of the mess you made on not only the bed—but yourself, and him. mouth still muffled, you gently gnaw on his digits before be pulls them out to get a taste himself.

“fuck, you’re freaky,” gojo sneers, lapping up your own candied mess that was left on his fingers before staring down. he caresses your swollen cunt, a thumb opening the fold of it before leaning to to spit inside. “but ‘m freakier, you had a lot more in ya than i though, baby,” and he makes you lie flat on your chest. gojo gets up behind you before humming. “but let’s try that again, need to put my favorite waterpark—i mean pussy .. to good use, heh.”

☆ FUSHIGURO TOJI.

“nuh uhhh, girl bring that ass back here,” toji snarls with a sly grin, and he’s got a broad hand wrapped around your throat. he’s careful with the pressure — yet, gives it a slight tight squeeze to hear you croak out. he’s so big, it’s toji, he’s always big. his base always hits against your bare ass, having you always stupid and begging for more. you were probably a mess—you were a mess, especially with considering how he was fucking you in front of a mirror. “nah, we don’t do that shit here. good girls don’t run, thought you were my good girl, princess?”

it was so easy with the way your quavering lips part open. he sways a hand sharply against your ass and you gasp from the sting. smack after smack, the only thing you can do is whimper out a sweet, “i- i am your good girl, f-fuckkk.”

“if you were my good girl, you’d take this shit,” and his voice was a booming low. the skin slapping stings each time—he’s already dumped a fresh load into you only a few milliseconds ago. plush thighs of yours merely almost stick together, he was just so big. toji takes a good peak at his own cum dribble down your sopping swollen pussy. he even lowly cackles, swabbing a thumb against your puckering hole to hear you mewl out. “look at this perfect neglected ass. she wants to get filled too, mhm,” and you stare at a glimpse of your reflection through the mirror. toji was a beefy man, towering over you completely. as he speaks, the scar that runs down his lips twinges, “gonna fuck around ‘n get ya pregnant, baby girl. ‘s a crime to have a pussy this soaked around me.”

your mouth stupidly betrays you, dropping wide once his tip thrashes against a sweet secluded spot stored deep inside of your pussy. “t- tojiiii,” and you feel the surging sensation arise between your legs. his mean hips—the overzealous speed was simply relentless, ripe whimpers rip out of your throat like it’s nothing. the grip around your neck loosens a bit before he gets right up against you. you’re already stupid, although with how fat his cock was, the ridiculous speed of it. you were about to get stupider. “s-s’ big, fuck fuuuuck,” and your babbles repeat itself like a mantra. as he’s right up against you, you feel the warmth of his tongue lick against your mock.

“look at y’erself, pathetic,” he spits, making you avert your glossy dilated irises towards the rectangular shaped mirror propped up in front of the both of you. “tongue all out, droolin’ for dick, you’re such a baby,” and he kisses your the crown of your head abruptly, drilling into you at such a merciless tempo. “my baby though, don’t care how messy you get,” and he makes you look at him and yourself through the mirror. both parts of your bare ass stings from the memorable recoil before as if he read your mind—he caresses it. but it’s toji, those sweetly tender little rubs turn into more spanks and you whimper. “oh, this ass ‘s gonna be the death of me, fuck.”

he’s so full that you felt your cunt gaping, opening and closing for him happily. it’s so dirty, the stench of intimacy roams through the air freely before you whine, meeting his crazed gaze. “toji, toji i want a kiss.”

“course ya do,” he replied quickly with an eye roll. toji’s rigorous hips slow down a bit before he gets up close to you again—closing the gap between you both. a hand’s still attached to the back of your throat like velcro, he makes your head cock a bit to face him before stealing a sweltering, hot kiss from you. you moan, feeling a free hand of his rub against your partially needy pussy—he tastes like booze, your tongue runs against his before after a few seconds, he pulls away. “good girl. hope y’er satisfied with that kiss,” and he suddenly pulls out, making you flip over. toji mounts over you with a sly grin—verdant eyes running straight towards your sopping cunt. he gives it a spank before leaning up close, preparing for a feast. “because ‘m not satisfied with this pussy,” and he’s not talking to you anymore. he’s talking to his other girl, your cunt. “ain’t that right, pretty?”

☆ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

“uh oh. why’s my favorite pussy runnin’ from me,” a simple question—yet sukuna wouldn’t exactly get a proper answer. your hands paw and claw at the silk sheets of the bed. it’s been hours and sukuna’s been rearranging your guts in his infamous chambers. pretty doe eyes of yours roll way back at the way he’s hitting deep into your core, pushing you past your very limit. you moan once he pulls you back, teasing you by dragging a long fingernail of his down your ass. he pretends he’s tracing something on it before surprising you with a ruthless spank. “tappin’ out already? you can barely handle one, i can only imagine what you’d be like handling two of me.”

two of him,

you gulp, remembering that sukuna ryomen did in fact possesses two cocks. two hefty sized cocks, you were always surprised with yourself on how you could even take just one. with the way your pussy struggles to grip around him—he slips out about almost every time, just a few inches and he’s already bottoming out. drooling pursed lips of yours seep into the mattress, you’re so dumb that you’re engrossed by your own saliva before mewling out a sweet plea, “i can take it, ‘m sorry, ‘kuna. just didn’t expect for you to s-stretch me so good,” and that was only a half lie, you’ve taken sukuna more times than you could count all of your fingers. he hisses at your words, and you whine whilst you’re met with another disapproved spank.

“getting smart with me while ‘m buried in this sloppy pussy’s a dangerous game,” the curse warns you, even in that low, daunting tone it still gifted your cunt a shameful pulse of arousal. alas sukuna smirks as a nefarious smile crumples against his lips as he feels you trying to ‘run’ away from what you asked for in the first place. “don’t tell me ‘m getting too big for you, how pitiful.”

“s-sukunaaa,” you moan once he flips you over to stare right into his cold, heartless eyes. despite his infamous demeanor, he’s always had a soft spot for you, a hand of his grips your chin before you do what he expects. you pull him into a sultry, hot kiss. he groans, brows curling into an irritated furrow before you feel the nip of his fangs press into your bottom lip. a hand of his parts your legs before he realigns himself again—preparing to bombshell your precious cunt with his righteous thicket inches. he couldn’t admit, on your back, sprawled all out and facing him—you looked so pretty. legs of yours snake around his waist, entrapping his torso before your whiney facade disappears with a now smug grin. “is that the best you can do, old man? you look pretty tired yourself,” and you’re met with a glare that again makes you throb, of course. with a cheeky tone, you drag a finger near the marking displayed on his bare chest. “i understand if you need a break, you are over a thousand years old, ‘kuna.”

a hand wraps around your neck and he gets close to you—warm breath aerating against your neck to almost make you shiver. “little girl, let’s not even go there,” and his fattened mushroom tip prods against your slick, saturated entrance. “lot of talk for a brat who can barely even handle one of my cocks,” and a claw of his gently pokes against your cheek. “tread lightly if you know what’s good for you.”

“or what?” you snicker — yet, you’re caught by surprise once he actually puts up. sukuna flips you back over with ease of his demon muscles, you’re back on all fours. cold air wafts against your skin as you moan before he spanks your folds. you wince, a few spurts of old dried cum sticking towards the edges of your thighs before you gasp. against your slit opening, you felt the sensation of not one but two, two hefty beings preparing to go into you raw.

“or ‘m gonna have to put this pussy in check, again,” and you moan once he gives your ass a firm squeeze—caress, which later on turns to a mean spank. sukuna cackles darkly at your body’s response, hungry for more. “no back talk now, huh. exactly, now let’s see how you like getting double stuffed in both pathetic holes by this old man.”

𝓡.OUGHER ! ᥫ᭡ kim. dy x fem!reader

your edges slicked and fluffy on your forehead as a curly ponytail sat on top, with a pink knitted headband to top it off. you looked at doyoung with cute glossy eyes as he pulled your pink lacy panties to the side and thrusted gently.

“feels so good doie,” you whimpered and let out tiny hiccups and gasps.

he held your legs up, the heels of your feet covered by white leg warmers, and your toes clenching subconsciously as you felt him drag against your walls.

“my pretty girl feels good hm?” you nodded with a cute pout on your lips and a furrow on your brows. he pulled out before thrusting up and down your slit, his tip catching onto your clit with each thrust of his hips making you squirm.

“yeah? made all the tingles go away?” he cocked his head before slamming back in.

“shit-” you squealed out before backing away from him on your pillow-filled bed. making him grab your pillowy thighs and drag you back towards him.

“we’re not done,” he whispered against your ear as he eased back in. “you wanted this right? wanted me to be ‘rougher’ with you?”

“but-”

“so take it,” he clasped his hand over your mouth before continuing. the claps of your skin filling the room as you screamed out moans behind his hand. your pink french tips clawed at his arm as the other one went to his abdomen, making him grab it and put it over your head.

“just like that,” he whispered. watching as your sweet, white tinted cream coated his pink and lengthy cock, “cream on daddy.”

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