Playing Truth Or Dare With Your Friends Has Them Asking You Who You Have A Crush On Not Knowing Your

Men that know you deserve better

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。。

He lays in bed cuddled up to you and watches you sleep peacefully. He looks at your beautiful features, your nose, your soft lips, the small strand of hair covering your face. He moves a strand of hair out of the way and tucks it behind your ear. He caresses your cheek, feeling your skin, which causes you to shift slightly but not wake up. He smiles softly.

But then his smile falters.

What did he do to deserve this.

A beautiful girl in his arms who loves him so much unconditionally.

He remembered when he has made you cry with his ruthlessness. You were just worried about him, and he reacted in a way that caused you to shed some tears. His heart broke when he heard your crying and apologized deeply.

He feels guilty even now. He sighs and almost cries. You deserve so much better but your still here, why? He feels heartbroken but then, you whisper his name in dreamy voice in your sleep. He looks at you wide eyed for a moment and then smiles softly again.

You're still here because you love him so much. And he loves you so much as well.

Because you two have fallen in love. That's why.

Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi, Levi Ackerman, Hanma Shuji, Draken, Senkuu Ishigami, Rin Itoshi, Kyo Sohma, Zora Ideale, Tsukishima Kei

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ᨳ Oh brother!

stepbro!rindou x stepsis!reader x stepbro!ran

summary: your stepbro’s are so mean to you and your mother does nothing to stop them! Instead, she decides to leave you all alone, so that you could all “bond” in peace!

content + warnings: fem!reader, dubcon, pseudo-incest, non consensual recording, panty stealing, fingering, male masturbation, vaginal penetration, threesomes, creampie, anal, overstimulation, blackmailing, dark content.

tagging: @ambrodias

wc: 1.6k

You hated them! You absolutely hated them so much. Ever since your mother had married their father your life has been absolute hell! By them, you mean your new stepbrothers, Ran and Rindou! They were the absolute worse, constantly teasing you and stealing your stuff. You weren’t stupid, you noticed your underwear and even a few of bras have been going missing - and you knew those perverted freaks probably took them! You weren’t blind either, you were fully aware of the lecherous looks Rindou would give you when he thought you weren’t looking. 

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acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

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Jujutsu Kaisen men when somebody’s hitting on you

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro 

Summary: These bad boys when some random starts flirting with you

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Gojo Satoru:

It’s not rare for Gojo to barely have any free time, but when he does, he spends it with you

On one of these days, he took you out on a date

It wasn’t much of a date though; as he kept disappearing, distracted by every souvenirs shop he passed by

Getting tired after a while, you took a sit at a table on a nearby cafe’s terrace

While examining the menu, planning on getting you and your boyfriend a drink, an unknown man occupied the sit in front of you

“Sorry but that seat is taken” 

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can i request a tanaka x all right 🍑

maybe the reader didn’t feel comfortable in a dress he purchased for her.

- also i luv ur writing <33

me, finally getting to write about tanaka: yeeeeah that's what i'm talking about baby, LET'S GOOOOOOO

words: 634

cw: fem!reader, insecurity, body image tw, oral (f receiving), bathroom sex, minors dni

when tanaka opened the door to find tears in your eyes, he went into protection mode.

“who?” he asks simply, fists ready to connect to someone’s face any second. but he softens when you shake your head.

“it’s not that… i just feel stupid,” you don’t meet his gaze, instead looking at the bathroom mirror to tug at your clothes.

tanaka steps inside, shutting the door behind him. he’ll admit, he’s not so good at understanding what you mean sometimes, often needing to be told outright how you’re feeling. but he sees you grimacing at your reflection, pulling at the dress he had bought you a few days ago.

confused, he reaches and takes the material of the dress between his fingers. “you don’t like it,”

you’re quickly turning to him, taking his hands into yours. “no! it’s so pretty, baby, it’s just that…” staring back at the mirror, there’s a look of defeat on your face. “it’s me that’s the problem. nothing looks good on me.”

he’s more confused than before, watching you fuss over your appearance. tanaka knew you had insecurities, he never understood why. you were a knockout, a goddess among mortals. tanaka was lucky to have the privilege of dating you.

but seeing you uncomfortable in something that he bought you makes him feel that he had messed up somehow—that he wasn’t doing a good enough job of making you feel desired, beautiful.

you’re suddenly lifted onto the bathroom sink, the fabric of your dress pushed up so it bunches at your waist. “ryuu?” you’re shocked when tanaka drops to his knees, spreading your dangling legs.

“i just don’t get it,” he says, sliding your panties down your legs, never breaking eye contact with your cunt. “you’re so beautiful…why would you—” he cuts himself off, diving between your legs to lap at your sex.

when it came to eating you out, tanaka could be down right feral. he growls into your pussy, tonguing and slurping as if it was the only meal he was going to have. you have to stop him, the two of you are already late to the party you’re supposed to be at. but he fights off your attempts to push him away.

his mouth is ravenous, making a mess of your thighs with his spit and your juices. if you weren’t on the cusp of a mindblowing orgasm right now, you might just feel embarrassed.

tanaka detached himself from your center with a fucking pop, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rough from years of playing volleyball. “every part of you is amazing,” he says, entrance with how your cunt sucks his fingers in. he fucks you with his hand, tongue latching onto your clit to lap everything it has to offer. at this point, you can feel your mind breaking. every part of your body is vibrating, fingers scratching at his buzzed head.

“baby! baby, i’m gonna—fuck,” you cry, legs giving out from underneath you. you chant his name when you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head the entire time.

the lower half of tanaka’s face is drenched, licking up his fingers as if he just had a good meal. “i think that dress looks beautiful on you,” he says, a smug grin on his face. he helps you on to your shaky feet only to bend you over the counter and hike your dress up.

“ryuu, too much!” you whine, hearing him unbuckle his belt. tanaka reaches over, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“need to show you how perfect you are, babe,” he says, sinking into you without any prep. your walls flutter around his long cock. “never seen a girl look so pretty until i’ve seen you cum.”

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hq smut visuals (msby edition)

featuring: hinata, atsumu, sakusa, and bokuto

warning! nsft twitter links , fem!bodied reader

— hinata

[ link ] moans when he fucks you bc he wants you to know how good ur pussy is

[ link ] he fucks you between ur thighs for the first time when u want to try something new

— bokuto

[ link ] he tries to be as gentle as possible with u when making love but he can’t help it when u feel so fucking good and loses control from time to time

[ link ] fucks you with his big breeder balls

[ link ] watching u play with ur clit while he fucks u makes him cum fast :(

— atsumu

[ link ] eats ur pussy like a starving man before he starts fucking you

[ link ] he still intends to fuck u after he cums

— sakusa

[ link ] strictly licks ur clit because he loves the noises u make

[ link ] doesn’t mind letting u ride him even tho he’s already cum. he’s strong enough to take it

bokuto as an ex who sends you videos of him jacking off and moaning your name as he whimpers for you to come home so he can fuck you just right. “let me do it better than your pathetic boyfriend, we both know i can.”

COMPETITION

Description: You are a fellow member of The Survey Corps. A member that everyone wants to be with.

Content: Slight NSFW mentions, swearing. Eren is still an ordinary scout.

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

Eren’s unfortunately familiar voice blasted through the mess hall. It was one of those days, apparently, one of those days in which commanders, captains, and soldiers alike would roll their eyes at the never-ending bickering between Yeager and Kirstein. They would munch on their servings of bread, chewing into the stale grain with every bit of annoyance they commonly felt when Jean and Eren would ruin meal time with their conflicts. A little rookie, a sweet girl with hair as red as fire, was even familiar with the tired routine. She hadn’t even been on her first scouting mission yet.

Like some sort of ritual, inevitable clockwork, Mikasa and Armin would rise in between the two boys, who glared holes in one another as they clenched their fists at their side.

“Guys, please, not tonight,” Armin would plead, plastering on a nervous grin.

“Eren,” Mikasa started, grabbing the brown-haired guy’s wrist in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, “don’t.”

Sometimes, they would listen. Sometimes, they would sit back down without a fuss, spending the rest of their meal time muttering to their friends about each other. And, other times, it would take Captain Levi giving them a quick and terrifying kick to the stomach to sort them out.

It was the same routine for years and years, starting long ago, when they were only trainees at the age of twelve, to now, when they stood as skilled soldiers at the age of nineteen.

But today, Eren ignored them.

So did Jean.

Neither one of the boys would back down without a fight, even if their faces, red with anger, ended up meeting Captain Levi’s boot.

No.

They would fight long and hard if necessary.

Neither one of them planned to give up fighting for something–or, someone–they both wanted.

You.

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Eren’s bright eyes flickered away from Jean’s intense glare for only a moment. He saw you, quite a short distance away, sitting with your friends. You froze. Your beautiful eyes that he loved so damn much watched the scene taking place between the soldiers, widened with curiosity over what could possibly be going on. The warm potato soup you scooped up with your spoon was starting to spill back over into your bowl from your lack of movement. You were friends with both Jean and Eren. Close friends. Known each other for years. Cadets of the 104th. Because of that, seeing them fight was as common and expected as watching the sun rise and set each and every single day. However, when Eren’s eyes locked with yours for only a brief second, you knew something was different. You watched them carefully, but without the slight clue that they were fighting over you.

Armin glanced over at you as well, but you didn’t notice his big blue eyes staring. The poor boy’s throat dried to a crisp. A small bead of sweat fell from his moist forehead, and he swallowed nervously.

He raised his hands defensively between Jean and Eren. Everyone would assume that Arlert was simply nervous over the thought of them getting into a fist fight during dinner time, but no.

Deep within himself, his own rotten secret was twisting up inside of his gut, making him feel sick. His eyes danced between Eren, Jean, Mikasa, and you.

After all, if anyone knew what he wouldn’t dare utter with his own tongue, he would have been right in the middle of Eren and Jean’s rage.

Armin wanted you too.

The blonde soldier was known for his brilliance, and being as smart as he was, he knew exactly why Eren and Jean wanted to smash each other’s faces in. Of course, neither one of them happened to be the best at keeping their crushes a secret, but you still did not manage to catch on. Armin, to his own shock, was quite good at hiding his crush, at least, in his own eyes. Truth be told, Armin tended to get shy and blushy around everyone. Therefore, he acted the same way around you that he apologetically acted around others.

He glanced around the mess hall. He wondered how many others had a crush on you as well. He could imagine that most people did. In the world they were regrettably forced to live in, with the enemies they were bred to endure, love was the only thing anyone had left to fight for. Love was the driving force that sent soldiers to their deaths on horseback. Love was the reason why friends and family lived and died for each other. Why Eren pulled Armin out of the jaws of a titan. Why Mikasa saved Eren over and over again. Why Jean’s mom wrote him letters and made him food. Why anyone bothered to get out of bed and live another day in a world that couldn’t have been any different from Hell.

And you?

With those beautiful eyes that everyone got lost in. That body that everyone wanted to hold, touch, and see. That laugh that made everyone wonder if that’s what the entrance to Heaven sounded like. The bravery that saved lives during missions. The kindness that made everyone want to keep fighting for humanity.

You.

Damn you.

Damn you for making anyone and everyone feel this way.

Jean wiped the away the moisture from his drink trickling across his upper lip, his eyes never daring to sneak away from Eren’s, even when Yeager snuck a quick peek at you from where you sat, still and cautious, frozen with a spoon full of soup as you watched them with wide, curious eyes. Everyone watched them. Silently.

“What’s going on this time?” Sasha mumbled, her dumbfounded expression over the current escalating fight brewing in the middle of dinner time not quite contrasting against her common behavior, as she reached for another piece of bread, nevertheless.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled back to her, your best friend.

Captain Levi sipped on his tea, his poker face not vanishing for a moment as he watched Jean and Eren.

“Do you think we should intervene? This could get kinda ugly!” Hange scream-whispered, the commander’s visible eye widening as they looked at Levi with great worry.

Levi said nothing.

He knew what this was all about.

He was either extremely observant, or all of his fellow soldiers and comrades were plain stupid. It was obvious to anyone who wasn’t underneath your spell what the fight was about. However, little did poor Eren and a clueless Jean know that they weren’t the only ones who wanted you.

Armin, the very person trying to break up the fight, wanted you just as badly.

And so did Connie.

And Sasha.

And Reiner, and Bertholdt, before they left.

The new, nice guy with the weird haircut.

The girl with the long hair.

Levi could bet that others did as well. With that bittersweet knowledge, he took another sip of his tea.

“E-Eren, Jean, listen,” Armin swallowed thickly. “Don’t fight. You’ll get in trouble, and…” he leaned in, dropping his shaky voice just a beat below a whisper, “she won’t like it.”

His words seemed to snap some sense into Eren and Jean. The trance of glaring hatred that they were trapped in broke instantly. They fidgeted, their eyes darting everywhere, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

Armin caught a glimpse of Mikasa’s confused face. She heard what Armin said, and truth be told, it saddened her. She knew exactly who her friend spoke of, and she despised the thought of Eren liking someone. Someone that wasn’t her. Armin gave her an encouraging nod, and Mikasa touched the red scarf wrapped around her neck.

The smaller guy wasn’t quite sure why he didn’t let Jean and Eren make a fool of themselves. It would have started to thin out the competition for your heart, putting him in the lead above the two, assuming there was some sort of ranking, and that he was lacking.

“Whatever,” Eren uttered, glaring down at his bowl of food as he sat beside Mikasa once more. “Let’s just eat.”

Jean retreated back to his own seat. He felt a bit embarrassed, as the entire situation kicked off simply from overhearing Eren talk about how he was able to train with you all day. Eren spoke innocently, mentioning your name casually as one would do a friend, but Jean knew better. He knew that Eren was bragging. Purposely bragging loud enough for Jean to hear, wanting to plant the ugly seed of jealousy within horseface.

“Nice that you were able to train with Y/N and all, but all that fighting wont change the fact that you’re a little runt!”

“What’d you just call me, horseface?!”

“I called you a little runt!”

“Oh, fuck off, Jean!”

And, now, dinner continued in silence. A small buzz of conversation persisted passively between each group of comrades, but Eren and Jean stayed quiet. So did Armin. And everyone else who had a crush on you. They each looked around at every face at every table, wondering who all held the same feelings for you.

Mentally, each one of them made it a competition between themselves and their unknown competitors.

A competition for your heart.

“Jean, that idiot, he better back off if he knows what’s good for him! Y/N’s as good as mine!” Eren thought, frowning angrily at his bowl of cold soup.

“Watch your back, Yeager. You might have all the cool powers or whatever, but I don’t mess around either, especially when it comes to her,” Jean thought, his chin resting in his palm, his light brown eyes glancing over at you.

“Maybe…maybe asking Y/N to train with me would be a good way to spend more time with her without upsetting anyone,” Armin thought, ripping tiny pieces of his bread off mindlessly as he plotted.

“I know what I’ll do! I’ll make her my favorite meal! I know I’d fall in love with someone if they made me my favorite meal, it has to work!” Sasha thought, smiling sweetly at you.

"I've gotten a lot stronger lately, and more good looking if you ask me. Maybe I should go ahead and ask Y/N out or something...right?" Connie thought, chugging down his soup.

Captain Levi smirked. It was a small, gentle movement of the face, one that hardly existed at all. As he finished up his cup of tea, he glanced over at you.

You smiled at your captain shyly.

“Fools,” he thought. “Don’t they know that this isn’t even a competition? After all, I’m the only one who gets to hold her. Kiss her. Take off all her clothes. They’re fighting for something I’ve already won.”

Levi nodded in your direction. You knew exactly what that meant. You hopped up excitedly, mumbling an excuse to your friends as to why you needed to leave dinner early.

As you made your way to where Levi would be fucking your brains out tonight, he waited a few moments before following you out of the mess hall.

It was just as he thought.

Levi had already won the competition.

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just think about it, that disgusting slow burn, like as you gradually grow with him. he knows you like the back of hand, he knows you.

he knows when youre upset, or when youre uncomfortable because you bite the inside of your cheek, and your eyebrows slightly furrow.

and he knows when he should step up and back down. He'll let you have your space if you ask for it but he also knows you need someone to lean on, and if thats hititng his chest angrily, crying on his shoulder, ranting your ass off, hell be there.

Satoru took a liking to you because, for once in his life, someone saw him. Not the prodigy, not the heir to the Gojo legacy—just Satoru, your best friend.

you never treated him any differently, even when everyone else put him on a pedestal. You were the one person who kept him grounded, and he didn’t even realize when he started falling for you.

maybe it was the way you’d laugh at his stupid jokes, or the way you’d roll your eyes at his antics but still always have his back. Maybe it was the way you challenged him, called him out when no one else dared to. Or maybe it was just… you.

and how could you not fall for him, too? He’s Satoru, your best friend who defends you no matter what, who lets you see parts of him no one else does. The one who’d do anything for you—even if you told him to jump off a cliff, he’d probably ask, “How high?”

but there’s always been this line between you, this unspoken agreement to keep things platonic. Until… it starts to crack.

it starts with the little things—like the way his jaw tightens when you talk about your dates, or how he goes suspiciously quiet when you get dolled up for some guy he already knows is a waste of your time. He hates seeing you walk out the door, knowing the night will only end with you disappointed yet again.

and when you come storming back, heels in hand, muttering, “You would not believe the nerve this guy had,” Gojo’s sitting on the couch, grinning like he knew it all along. Of course he did. The guy probably asked to split the bill or talked about himself the whole night. Gojo always hated the way these guys never saw you the way he did.

because if you were on a date with him, you wouldn’t need to bring a purse. He wouldn’t even let you think about paying. He’d take care of everything, because he’s just that guy.

but he knows he can’t—he shouldn’t. It’s a line he’s not supposed to cross, no matter how badly he wants to.

and yet… he catches himself thinking about the way your eyes light up when you look at him. Those big, doe eyes that make his heart stutter in his chest.

he hates when you’re mad at him, but at the same time, you look so cute when you’re all fired up that he can’t help but push your buttons, just to see you pout.

he'll beg for your forgiveness afterward, of course, but there’s a part of him that loves how your attention is all on him, even if it’s because you’re annoyed.

his feelings are a fragile balance, always sitting just at the edge of his tongue.

it only took one moment—one crack—and it all spilled out. He told you everything. How much you mean to him, how the thought of a life without you is unbearable.

and now that you’re officially his girlfriend, it’s like a dam has broken. He wants to spend every waking moment with you, like he needs you to fill his lungs, his thoughts, his everything. He needs you bad.

and, it’s no surprise to anyone—not Shoko, not Geto, not Nanami. They all saw it coming from a mile away. Everyone knew. Everyone but you.

𝚝𝚠𝚘'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+) ᴡᴄ: 1.6ᴋ ᴛᴡ// ᴄᴜᴄᴋᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ (ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ), ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: this was only suppose to be oral.. somehow it turned into this and i am now violently whoreknee.

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