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mphountitled · 12 days

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heyyyy!! my brain gave me a half-assed thought in the nighttime starring best friend/perv!Lee Minho and bimbo!Reader. Minho's ALWAYS flirting with and staring at you, but you just (somehow) never notice. he likes seeing you wear those little outfits that barely cover you up and always mentions that you should only wear that stuff for him. one day he was just at his limit after another failed attempt at flirting. so, he just pushes you against the wall. you can feel how hard he is behind you, but you didn't see this coming so you're freaking out. and he just tells you "i'm gonna have what i want. so you might as well take what i give you."

-💌 (p.s. i hope this was coherent) ((p.p.s. make sure you take time for yourself to rest and just breathe bc that beautiful mind of yours is so so important!! <3))

𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

Lee Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Insecurities, Jealousy, Possessive!Minho, Smut +18 (Minors DNI) dub/con, Bratty!reader, Brat Tamer!Minho, Perv!Minho, Dom/Sub Themes, Mean Dom!Minho, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Grinding, Mutual Masturbation, CNC, Overstimulation

Fueling the Dom!Minho agenda

You did not particularly deal well with being unliked. Everybody has to like you all the time and there is no concrete way to tell your best friend this. Especially while he's driving down the highway, with rain pellets beating down the windshield.

You did not look at Minho when you initially slipped into the car. So completely and utterly suffocated by embarrassment.

The call prior to being picked up had been less than savoury.

"Isn't it too early to be calling me to come save you from your date?" His voice was completely drenched in his ususual smug sarcasm, "Or was he just that fucking boring?"

"I've been stood up and I'm not exactly sure where I am."

Almost immediately, Minho forced you to send your location until he was speeding over to where you sat, in your little dress all alone under the awning of a Michelin star restaurant.

You had thought the worst of the evening was behind you…

The car is completely drenched in silence with neither you, nor Minho knowing exactly how the broach such a sensitive topic. You're embarrassed. He knows this. The only thing evading his understanding is why… Why are you embarrassed when you shouldn't be?

"At least give me a name or an address or something," Minho's voice is dangerously low and you peer up at him with wide eyes from the passenger seat. Seeing him so put together is wholly off putting. Dressed in nothing but his sweats and a polo shirt- all black, all Tom Ford- Minho's gaze is fucking deadly as he glares at the road ahead. His frustration manifests in the form of whitened knuckles gripping a steering wheel for dear life.

"Minho, I'm not giving you his address just so you can go and harass him." The fact that you even had to reiterate this is beyond your comprehension.

"I honest-to-God, just wanna have a word with the guy..." Minho says, swinging his head towards you, completely paralysing you with the depths of his endless dark eyes. Instead of waging a war with Minho (one you knew you couldn't possibly win,) you choose to accept defeat. It consumes your entire countenance as you sink down into the passenger seat, avoiding eye contact.

"Why can't anyone love me?" The rain droplets rattling Minho's vehicle only amplifies the question and for the umpteenth time tonight, Minho is overcome with mass frustration. Again, you should not be the one feeling unwanted. You should not be letting scum of the very earth dictate the trajectory of your self worth. To make matters impossibly worse, another car swerves into his lane, completely cutting him off from a seamless drive.

"Jesus, Fuck!" While Minho curses out the driver, you keep your head against the window.

"I think I'm cursed to stay single and bitchless for the rest of my life."

You didn't get it.

You were a fairly good girl, never once stepping out of bounds. Not at work: where you worked so diligently for a boss who didn't always deserve it.

Not in your adolescence: Where you never rebelled, not even once. You lovingly spared your parents all the heartache even after you matured enough to go to college.

Perhaps the reason all your dates ended with a certified ghosting was because you simply weren't cut out for relationships. That is the most harrowing thought of them all...

Minho's voice pipes up from beside you, effectively saving you from slipping into self pity, "I think you're overlooking one major factor when it comes to staying single and bitchless for the rest of your life," You're already rolling your eyes, "And what's that?"

You can practically hear the pompous smirk as Minho says, "I'm right here. I'm always right here."

Instead of responding, your tone remains wistful and airy.

"The guy took one look at me and gassed the fuck out of the restaurant." Your blood pressure is being shot to hell at just the very thought of the man (who had contacted you first, thank you very much).

"It's like he decided reality didn't match what he saw on tinder and took it all back..." you conclude your rant with a heavy and listless exhale.

Minho, who continued to glare at the wet tar road ahead, allows his mind to conjure up every possible way your 'date' might've died on his way home. Instead of voicing these homicidal thoughts, Minho instead, cleverly and cooly asks, "What kind of weirdos are you going on dates with?"

Your reply comes sickeningly quick. "The kind of weirdos that give me the time of day," and to make matters impossibly worse, you attach a pitiful and dry chuckle to the end of your sentence. "Not everyone is like you, Minho. Not everyone has the luxury of being the object of everyone's desires." His stomach sinks deeper and deeper with the sadness that coats your voice. Anything that might save him from this suffocating feeling at the bottom of his stomach brought on by the sadness in your tone.

"I just don't get it?" Your sad eyes watch as Minho pulls into the parking lot of his apartment complex.

"I didn't smell bad ‘cus I made sure to wear Chanel number five-" Minho can do nothing except clench his jaw. His grip on the steering wheel is deadly as he eases his car into the vacant spot… “and this dress Lix bought me for graduation- I mean he assured me I don't look fucking bloated in it so I assume I looked fine." He tries to make it through your pity party, really, he does. Whenever you found yourself in this state, slipping deeper and deeper into your insecurities, Minho found it terribly difficult to pull you out.

Difficult but not impossible

"I'm telling you," he chooses to say instead, righting his shoulders and cutting off the engine as he forces that confident smirk back onto his face, "If you wanna get laid so badly I'm always a phone call away...."

Instead of entertaining Minho's words, your mind wanders, “Maybe I'm just not hardwired for a relationship. Maybe all I'll have until I reach my deathbed is my rose toy and 5000 cats-”

“False. You have my fingers any time. Or my mouth-”

And for some reason, that statement alone… that one little flirt becomes the undoing of your sanity. “MINHO BE SERIOUS FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS JESUS CHRIST!” You do not know, nor do you care if your voice is loud enough to bleed outside, enough to disrupt any passerbys. You've fucking had it.

With men who disappoint you.

With men who say they'll show up but choose not to.

“I'm telling you I fucking failed this evening! I failed and you're not listening-

In what appears to be a snarky remark to the side, Minho mumbles, “I'm not the one that's not listening-”

“I don't need your teasing right now, Jesus! The fact that I have to spell that out-” you release a sigh “Fucking never mind,” you feel utterly defeated, and before you brain catches up to the movement of your hands, you're already typing frantically for a ride assistance app.

Minho scoffs incredulously. That sunshine smile bleeds quickly into a dangerous glare and he watches as you type frantically across your screen. “Say what you gotta say.”

“I didn't ask you to come pick me up, just so you could interrogate me-” before your sentence could become another uphill screaming match you shake your head in a way that has Minho's knuckles whitening across the inactive steering wheel. His patience was dwindling dismally and he had the vaguest suspicion that you know this.

In fact, you might have always known this: Which buttons to push to get which reaction.

He's noticed it for a while since the peroration of your ‘friendship’. Something that blossomed into a friendship when he so very clearly tried to make it everything but.

“I'm gonna take an Uber home,” you say in a tone he can only describe as bratty.

“I swear to fucking God.” he says, manic eyes crinkling at the sides in a smile of disablief, his tongue jutting against the inside of his cheek.

Minho's not sure what he wants to do but he's damn sure you're not going to like it. “If you set foot out of this car-” He pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. Quietly muttering Korean expletives while you sit meekly, taking your scolding. “If you set foot out this car-”

“You're not my father, Minho,” he flinches. “I'm getting my uber-”

“Try it, see what happens.”

“Minho, goodnight.”

The last thing you expect to feel as your hand touches the car handle, is Minho’s larger hand covering your wrist in a calloused grip. His hand is firm, almost concrete and before you're able to process this, he's already dragging your face towards him.

“W-What the f-fuck, Minho, let me go!” the words come out mangled and squashed because Minho has his hands squishing your cheeks in an equally iron grip. Enough to have your teeth pushing against the inside of your cheeks. Enough to have tears stinging your eyes.

“Why the fuck do you never listen?” He whispers, almost to himself. As if he's completely forgotten about the girl, leaning over the centre console because he's squishing her cheeks for dear life. You anticipate the bruises. You can almost feel them coming on.

“It's like you purposely want to piss me off-”

Despite the aircon pouring warm hair to combat the Korean chill you feel very much icy all over. It's as if the chill has seeped into your very bones and it's not long until you're completely wracked in a series of violent shivers. You have never experienced anything like this.

Minho watches in apparent awe at the way your pupils, dark as they, dilate into even darker slits. His hand shifts silently from your cheeks, to your jaw, and lower until his hand is wrapping around your neck.

“Are you wearing panties right now?”

The question hurtles through your foggy brain like a runaway train until you're forced to bore your eyes into his, “What?”

“Which pair are you wearing right now?” He asks, despite the hand already drifting from your neck, all the way down your body. He swipes his hand against your slightly damp skin, prying your thighs apart with his hand as if it were nothing. “I wanna see which you were planning to have on for him,” he knew he wouldn't like, whatever the outcome may be, but he's only just begun this game and he's not ready to stop.

“Minho.” Your hand shoots out to cradle his bicep, which proves to be a deeply harrowing mistake for someone as inexperienced as you are because his arms are so firm, so taut. You instinctively find your thighs opening just a fraction wider, even as you say, “I don't think we should do this.” You begin oh so slowly. Hoping to convey with your eyes, that which you refused to say with your lips. “I want you to stop.” Minho is absolutely breathless at the sight of the stars sparkling in your dazed eyes.

He knows exactly what you want and he's damn well going to give it to you. An escape.

“I've never known a bigger slut than you, you know that?” So casual. So forward. His words nearly have you whimpering into the quiet air.

“I can see how badly you want this,” Never ever letting his gaze stray from your helpless expression, Minho pushes his hand further into the apex of your thighs and you wait. You wait with bated breath for the euphoria to trickle in by the cold tips of his fingers touching the lace of your underwear. “You want it so bad, don't you?”

“I-I- don't,” you force the words out with your hands unknowingly wrapping themselves around Minho's forearm. “This whole time, you knew,” he laughs dryly as he lets the pad of his fingers finally reach your clothed cunt. Your legs are trembling. “You fucking knew I wanted you and yet you still went on your little date anyways,”

That has you momentarily slipping out of your subspace, but before he lets that happen, he's rubbing slow circles against your cunt, with his right hand, a hand closest to the console, easier to reach the most intimate parts of you.

“didn't know, Minho,” the whimpers leaving your mouth are soft, so intimate, like the colour pink personified and it has Minho squeezing his eyes shut for all of a few tense seconds.

When his eyes flutter open again, the old Minho is nowhere to be found. Gone is the overly flirty best friend. Gone is the unnecessary jokester. Gone is the dry humour. The only thing in its place is a stone whisper of a smirk as he says, “Ride my hand.”

“W-What-”

“You don't talk,” he says, before sliding your panties to the side, “Useless little girls don't get to talk.” He says, racking a moan from straight out your throat as his hand presses against your drenched heat. “Useless little girls don't even get to speak.”

“Minho-”

“All you think about is getting to cum, right?” There's so much of a condescending nature in its tone, it almost has you instinctively tightening your grip on the forearm between your legs and pushing your heat against his fingers. The sight of you so worked up by his bad words have Minho cursing under his breath.

You're watching him as if he invented the stars, as if to say ‘What else’, and it drives him to complete madness.

“F-Fuck,”

“She knows how to say bad words,” he cackles as you squish your soaked cunt against his calloused palm. His knuckles are pressed firmly into the seat and his wrist is giving out but his horny brain fog is far too powerful.

“That's it, Petal,” he says, watching almost as if slipping into his own trance, “fuck my hand, I wanna see how bad you want it-”

“P-Please-” You whisper, “I need your cock-”

“You don’t get to make demands when you're being punished,” he mumbles, before leaning his head back against his seat, watching you desperately try to bring yourself to orgasm by rutting your hips against his hand. “Unless, you don't need my help and you'd rather just make yourself cum-”

“NO!” you keep a firm grip on his forearm, bottom lip quivering as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I'm s-so close, please.”

Minho can't help it. The very act of you asking him for something as sacred as an orgasm… It has him trying to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants.

“You're close, yeah?” He asks, now entering his own pleasure. He slips his left hand into his boxers while he watches you ride his hand.

“You’re close from humping that wet pussy against my hand?”

“Oh god, yes,”

“You’re such a good fucking girl you know that?” His breathing is heavy now because he's jerking himself off to the same pace as your cunt rubbing itself against his hand.

“You're such a good whore,” he whispers.

“Call me that again- p-please I’m gonna cum!”

“I've always wanted to treat you like the whore I know you are,” he whispers, watching as your eyes slip to the back of your skull, “I hated watching you go on those dates.”

“M-Minho-”

“Kill them,” he whispers silently, “I’ve fucking wanted to kill every single one of them.” he squeezes his cock, feeling his own ripples of pleasure shoot down your spine.

“Y-Yours,” you whisper, “I'm yours-”

“F-Fuck baby-” Sensing Minho slipping into his own prgasm, you grind your cunt harder against his hand. It doesn't take much for you to make a complete mess all over his seats. You're both wracked with a wave of shivers and Minho tries to keep his eyes open as he milks his cock for all it's got. He wants to watch your hips stutter. He wants to see how you look when you cum and he wants to commit it to memory.

He decides it's the most addictive thing he's ever seen.

“No fucking way you made me cum all over myself like some fuckcing teenager,” he grumbles, staring down at the mess he's made all over his shirt.

You're still a panting shivering mess and you yelp when Minho squeezes your sensitive, overstimulated clit.

“Hey,” he says, gaining your attention immediately, “No more dates yeah?”

You do nothing but nod.

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infamous-if · 5 months

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Spicy Snippet #1: Orion

As a thank you for 6k, I will write a variation of romantic/suggestive stuff for the ROs. I don't usually write in those contexts because I like sticking to canon in order not to spoil it when the the time comes in-story, but I think we are overdue for some! Starting with Orion!

"This is inappropriate."

Even though the words are said through a throaty hum you can feel against your lips, you don't stop nipping at Orion's throat. He sits with one arm propped, the other on your back as you straddle him on the edge of the bed. Orion, with all of his complaints, is hilariously compliant. He moves his head to give you more space for his neck, shuddering when your biting turns to salacious swipes of your tongue.

"Should I stop?" you ask through your kisses, your words muffled. The question has Orion's arm gliding over you to hold you tighter, the answer loud and clear.

"Are you trying to give me a hickey?" he asks. His voice trails off when you lick just the right spot, making a small squeak of a whimper leave his lips. You've learned that Orion is a vocal participant, his breathy reactions only encouraging you further. "You know..." His throat bobs when he swallows. "Cameras." He can't even form a coherent sentence, which is the most satisfying part. "I will be on my best behavior."

"I doubt that—" In one swift move, Orion grabs you and rolls you over until he's hovering over you. You're breathless from both surprise and excitement. He has you pinned with his hands on either side of your face, and his cheeks are flushed.

"Can you imagine?" He says, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, featherlight. It makes your body shudder. "Us doing this in a room of executives?" He brushes his nose against yours with endless delicacy, teasing you. So close and yet not quite there. "Forced to watch?" His mouth goes to the hollow of your throat, his teeth grazing your skin until you're swallowing. "Think of the scandal."

Another thing about Orion Quinn? He's a cheeky bastard.

You can hardly breathe, especially not when Orion sits up, towering over you as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes stay on you, his fingers deft and skilled, your gazes never breaking.

"You—" You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. "You would faint if that were to happen."

A low laugh escapes him, but his gaze turns hungry, heated at the thought. Almost as if fainting isn't what he would do at all. "You're right. HR would have me ruined."

"You are HR!" You lift your hand to put it on the last button that remains, fully intending to unbutton it for him. Orion puts his own hand over yours, directing it over the buckle of his belt. Your mouth waters. You know exactly what he wants, and he's not shy about telling you. "Knowing you," you swallow, using two fingers to remove the loop of the belt from the buckle, "you would punish yourself." "Saying that in this context is quite suggestive." He grins, taking the belt off and tossing it aside. Your fingers get to work on the button of his slacks.

"I'm being completely serious." You bite your lip, your body heating when he grabs your hand and plants a chaste, loving kiss to the inside of your palm, removing his pants with his other hand. "Get your mind out of the gutter, horndog."

"Sorry," he says, not sounding sorry at all.

He proceeds to bend down, nuzzling his nose into your neck until you're letting out a surprised laugh, failing to swat him away when he continues to tickle you. Eventually, he stops. And then Orion Quinn begins doing something else that has you forgetting exactly what you two were even talking about. Doesn't matter.

#drabble #short story #orion quinn #its adult time kiddies #6k drabble

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thegnomelord · 4 months

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I love your monster au so much. It makes the monsterlover/fucker in me real happy. Sorry just wanted to share my appreciation.

I've been thinking too, how would you feel about writing a underwater sea creature reader? (No pressure but I hope this idea tickles your fancy so I'll infodump my ideas on you) They can live on land and stuff but drag their prospective mate into a deep underwater ravine when they want to mate. Idk how to describe it, like I have an idea in my head of what the creature's traits would be but I can't find a way to put it into words.

I'm going to give it a try though, (excuse the fact it won't make much sense, my thoughts jump around a lot. But I'll try and make it coherent.) Basically, my mind went to underwater dragons. So with most of the traits that you wrote for dragons, like the purring and the tails intertwining (and the sharing of scales). But I was thinking without wings, because you don't need them underwater. But we glow in the dark, because we are deepsea creatures we have adapted to become bioluminescent. Oh and also we have gills and stuff still when we are on land.

Idk if this is confusing or just something you don't want to write but I was hoping for you to include a more sfw part with the mating dance maybe and then then an actual nsfw part (dom top male reader??)

But at the end of the day this is just a suggestion and it's up to you if you want to write it or not. (If you do write it can it be with ghost or gaz?? gaz giving us shiny things but sea related, like shells? and/or ghost struggling through knowing how to court us. Both of them being confused of what to do because we are a new type of dragon that not many people knew existed and our courting traditions are mostly unknown??

Okay this is cool and it tickles my brain of having just this big fucking monster that's gigantic due to deep sea gigantism :D, I also picked Gaz cause I like the sea/sky duality.

CW:NSFW, subbot gaz, domtop Mreader, quick and rough

When you first joined the taskforce, Gaz didn't know what to expect. Your species had been newly discovered, barely any information about you, but something about you put some ancient part of his mind on edge, ants nipping on the sinew of his wings until his body begged to return to the safety of the sky.

First time he met you, you reminded him less of a dragon and more of a Leviathan — something that dwelled where the light didn't reach, far too big than anything should be allowed to be, bright bioluminescent markings shimmering against dark scales to lure prey into crushing jaws filled with sharp crooked teeth, horns like spears to pin down what couldn't fit in your maw, powerful legs built to swim and breach the surface of the water to catch unaware flyers like Gaz just to pull them down into the abyss to be devoured.

He would have been more. . . unsettled by you had you not been so nice.

You towered over him even in your mostly human form, but you were a gentle giant, happy to let him use you as a perch and humming along as he talks, joining in on his and Johnny's pranks and hiding them when Price eventually catches them.

And Gaz doesn't even notice when your presence no longer makes his feathers puff up, the shadow you cast over him now warm and welcoming after all the times you'd been a meat shield for him. He tils his head back to catch sight of your eyes as he leans back, soft feathers rubbing against your clothes, "Hey there big man." Gaz smiled.

You hum, your hand coming to loosely hold his hip, holding the pretty thing close to you. "Hi." You purr, the small biolights along your body flickering in seemingly random patterns, but nothing about them was random to you or your kin, your interest in him painfully obvious.

But to your dismay Gaz doesn't understand, just snorts at your colorful display. "What's got you in a good mood today?" He asks, eyes tracing the dancing lights, that instinctual bird part of his mind liking the sight, and the low rumble of your voice, and just. . . being near you.

You blink, "You," You say simply, your people aren't ones to mince words.

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your declaration, feathers puffing up, but strikes down any thoughts about you before they turn inappropriate and cause him to coo at you. "Fine, keep yer secrets." He huffs and gets out of your hold, wings stretching out to purposely show off his feathers as he walks away, tail feathers flickering.

He can feel your eyes follow after him, hummingbirds pecking at his spine and he doesn't know if he should feel that way. And all you can think of is how you could drag your pretty bird down into the abyss without clipping his wings.

. . .

Gaz watches you lazily swim around the lake near their current base in your real form, "Havin' a nice soak in there Nessie?" He asks as he walks the short pier and sits down, dipping his feet in the water as his wings spread out lazily behind him.

A low rumble leaves you like a distorted whale song, your large form pushing through the water like a submarine cutting through the ice. "Nessie?" You ask as swim over to him, "Who's that?"

"Never mind about that," Kyle grins, his eyes roaming along your large form as the biolights flicker once again in that specific pattern that means nothing to him but everything to you. "You look happy."

You shrug, "It's nice to be back in the water." Without a word you heave yourself out of the water and onto the pier, large hands clutching the wood on either side of him, a deep purr rumbling in your chest at how close he is to you now. "Did you need something?" You ask, biolights flickering seductively.

Kyle swallows drily, eyes going wide as he registers you loom over him, can smell the sea and salt still clinging to your scales, something other than fear buzzing down his spine from how close your dangerous teeth are to him. "Oh, right, uh," He clears his throat to clear the molasses clinging to it, wings spreading out in a way that got his feathers shining in the setting sun as he reached into his pocket.

"I, um. . . I got you this." He said, holding out the seashell he'd found for you. His breath caught in his throat as you looked at it, hoping you liked it; he'd spent hours polishing it until it was shining, the colors vibrant and every single scratch buffed out.

"Thank you," You rumbled and took the seashell into your hand. Your pupils dilated, a very pleased purr rumbling in your chest — oh, he was so thoughtful, such a good mate to bring a rare treat for you.

Kyle felt like a bloody peacock at the way his wings spread out, but he couldn't care less about his posturing when you accepted his gift, his heart fluttering like butterflies in a jar.

Then you ate it.

You ate his gift.

His heart shatters like the seashell between your fangs, wings dropping like a rock, never having expected to be rejected like that. "I- what- why did- if you-" He couldn't even form words to say what he wanted, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to hide the way his eyes prickled with vestiges of tears.

Unfortunately for him, you notice. "Oh, little bird, what's wrong?" Your voice is soothing, biolights pulsing in a slow and calming way as you gently pry his hand from his face, looking into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kyle doesn't look you in the eyes, doesn't know what the hell to feel right now, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could control them. "Why would you do that!" He hisses.

You tilt your head. "You gifted it to me." You say like it's supposed to explain everything, reaching up to cup his cheek, your clawed hand cold and wet against his skin. "It was very good." You lean in closer, a deep purr rumbling in your throat, your long tail moving to curl around his leg.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as you push you loom over him your hands on either sides of him keeping him in place, feeling himself slowly lay back as you creep over him onto the pier, heart drumming in his chest. "Wh-what?"

You snort, eyes glowing like anglerfish lures, lowering your head down to lick a stripe up his neck, claws raking down his front. "Let me show you my appreciation, yes?"

Kyle shivers at the sensation of your teeth against his throat, body heating up, your scent — of sea and salt and something very very old — invading his nose, an involuntary chirp escaping his chest. "Ah, yeah, sure just-" Kyle yelps as your claws cut through his clothes, wings quivering as they're pressed against the wooden pier behind him.

"Relax little bird," You coo softly, licking around his lips in what counts as a kiss for you when your maw is filled with vicious teeth, tongue trailing down to lick up the drops of his salty sweat. "I'll be gentle."

And gentle you are; softly licking up the blood after your fangs had left marks on his skin, sharp claws holding his trembling hips tenderly as your rough tongue worms inside him, soft purrs and deep rumbles vibrating your tongue against his prostate until he's sobbing, his hands clutching your horns to hold your head closer as his cock leaks a puddle of pre onto his abdomen.

He whines when you continue stretching him with your tongue, "Please, mate, just-" Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue once again grazes his prostate, thighs clenching around your head. "-just please fuck me already! I can't- I'm not going to-"

Kyle sobs with joy and anguish when you pull your tongue out, the slimy appendage slithering back into your maw and leaving him painfully empty. "Alright, alright," You coo, moving up to drape your body over his, nuzzling your cheek against his as you line your hard cock with his stretched hole. "Relax,"

The tip of your cock breaching his puckered hole has Kyle sucking in a sharp breath, "Easier said than done mate," He chuckles, closing his eyes and just trying to focus on your scent and just you, groaning. Fuck, you're big in all aspects, his body clenching down like a vice before relaxing enough for you to slowly push further, spreading his walls wide until you're fully inside him, your hips resting against his.

"There you go," You purr, letting Kyle adjust as you nibble on his neck, biolights flickering happily when he rocks his hips into yours. "Taking me so well,"

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your words, throwing his head back when you rock your hips, cock hard and heavy inside him, dragging against his walls with every minute movement that has him panting and whining, his legs crossing behind your back to pull your hips closer every time you pull out.

The world escapes your notice, all your attention fully on him as you focus on mating him, pulling needy desperate sounds from Kyle's lips, your large hand gently stroking his leaking dick as your cock rubs against his prostate, your unhurried pace making him cum again and again and again until he's a moaning boneless mess by the time you cum inside him.

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toruro · 6 months

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IF YOU WROTE ABOUT TAEHYUN I WOULD DIE HAPPILY 💘💘 if you don’t mind a nsfw request, messing around with academic rival Taehyun stuff maaaaybe 👀

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pairing. kang taehyun x reader

tags: smut (18+ / mdni), academic rivals au, mean dom taehyun, bratty reader, fwb (more like enemies who fuck but iykyk), angry / hate sex, implied dacryphilia, pet names (pretty)

w/c: 930+

a/n: i wrote a rly similar thing for joshua ages ago but i feel like it's so fitting for tyunnie too ... academic rivals is just right for him :3 ty to @agustdiv1ne my lov for reading this over 4 me hehe anyways thank u for requesting, i hope u enjoy!

taehyun likes answers.

taehyun likes knowing answers.

he likes simple responses, easy explanations—pretty much anything that gives him the answer, plain as it is.

so it's safe to say he's just the least bit ticked off when you somehow outscored him on the last o-chem exam, and neither the professor nor you are giving him a straight answer as to how in the world that happen.

because taehyun swears—he swears on every last star in the sky—that he had hit the nail for this one. studied hours on end, turned down every single one of yeonjun's party invites, cancelled half his plans with beomgyu—he did fuckin' everything to make sure he'd secure that number one spot, but there you were, grinning with your stupidly pretty, pristine face as you held up your paper with a bright red '100' etched into the corner.

you must've been so proud of yourself too.

taeyhun almost feels bad, looking down at you as you try to muffle sobs of pleasure with your palm as he rams into you from behind.

"how'd you do it?" he hisses, bruising grip latched onto the plush of your hips.

"d-dunno what—fuck—" you whine when he jams his cock into your warm cunt with vigor that has you lurching ageainst the desk, gripping the edges so tight your knuckles are beginning to burn white. "—dunno what you're t-talkin' about," you manage to gasp out in the short moment of recuperation taehyun gives you before dragging his hips back and shoving his length back in just as deep.

"fuckin' liar," the faux, silver haired boy grunts from behind. a strangled moan escapes your throat as he continues to drill into you, and you press your cheek against the cool wood of the desk in fruitless hopes that it will keep you sane for just a moment longer.

"t-taehy—"

"save it," he growls, and the way his voice is so gravely, so deeply animalistic has you unconsciously thrusting your ass backwards too to meet his forceful thrusts. "can't even gim'me a—" his breath hitches when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around his length. "—a straight fucking answer."

you try to shake your head but with the way your body is throttling after ever snap of his cock into your cunt, the task proves extremely difficult. "feels so-oh good," you tell him in airy breaths. "c-can't—" you can't think, is what you want to say, but you're too fucked out to even be able to form coherent words, and the thought makes you grow dizzy with heat.

taehyun moans at the sight that follows—you looking up from him as you crane your neck to face him, back arched into the hottest fuckin' view he's ever had the pleasure of seeing, tears streaming down your pretty face, staining your cute cheeks, dripping off your swollen lips and—fuck, he might as well bust it on the spot if he wasn't so damn furious.

"feels too good, huh?" taehyun scoffs. "too good to tell me how you outscored me?"

"i-i—" you choke out when he rams into you so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. "—told you i dunno. it's j-just i did better," you choose to add, not realizing that those five words were probably the last things you should have said.

taehyun pulls out of you in an instant.

it happens so fast that you swear you can still sense the lingering feeling of his fat cock inside of you, all pretty curves and veins carving their shape into your hot, gummy walls.

and then it hits you.

you're painfully empty.

"sh-shit!" you whimper, scrambling against the desk with jelly legs and sore hips as you mindlessly try to do anything that'll fill you up. it nearly angers you how quickly you resort to begging. "no, no, no, no—please, no! why'd you stop?!" you cry out, turning to face him him completely now. your ass now presses into the side of the table with taehyun looming over you in front, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

your eyebrows curve into a frown, puffy bottom lip jutted out in a pout as taehyun watches you intensely as you mewl softly, pushing yourself to sit on your desk and spread you legs for him. "taehyun, i—"

"so now you wanna talk?" he scoffs, surprising you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer to the end of the desk so that your dripping cunt are positions right in front of his shining cock. "tell me," he mutters, sliding the thick tip between your pulsing folds but not giving you what you want the most.

"please, taehyun, please," you repeat, writhing against his hold in a dreadful attempt at slipping his cock into you.

"you gotta tell me, pretty," taehyun whispers, nudging his length against your throbbing clit so that you jerk slightly at the stimulation.

"already told you," you huff out, having half the mind to roll your eyes at him, but something tells you you know better. "dunno—guess i just—"

you shriek loudly when he sinks into you at once, balls pressed against your ass as he leans over you and pins you to the desk. "say it," taehyun dares, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling of him so deep inside of you. "say it and you won't walk for a week."

you don't know what possesses you to gulp and murmur, "—guess i j-just outsmarted you—ah! taehyun!"

#kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun smut #kang taehyun x reader #kang taehyun smut #txt x reader #txt smut #kpop smut #💌 drabbles

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petalsscribbles · 21 days

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20. confession (final)

Yn can't fight the ugly emotions off. The doubts, jealousy, heartbreak at the thought of Heeseung leaving him for someone else. For someone better.

His clock ticks on the white wall as he waits in his room for Heeseung. He tries to act okay, to savour every last moment of Heeseung's affection he can before he ultimately gives it to another. But he feels like a ticking bomb. How long can he put his facade up? How long can he pretened before he breaks?

Well, turns out it only took next 20 minutes for him to explode.

Heeseung finally arrives and Yn lets him in. He raises the plastic bags in his hands. Fried chicken and beer. He kisses his cheek as he always does and asks about his day. Yn lies that it was fine, as if he wasn't stalked by the shadow of his own lack of confidence. In himself and in Heeseung's affection towards him.

"So, what do you wanna watch this time?" Heeseung asks.

"I picked last time. It's your turn." Yn answers.

"I know, but I'd rather watch something you want." He smiles and Yn breaks. He can't do this anymore. The gentleness, love, he can't handle it anymore knowing it's going to be teared away from his grasp.

"Heeseung, I think we should go back to being friends. Normal friends." Yn states decidedly. Heeseung's smile falls and his eyes widen in shock. He only needs to take two steps to reach Yn and grabs his arms as soon as he does.

"Wha-what are you talking about? Why do you want-" His eyes are desperately searching Yn's, trying to figure out where is all this coming from, if this is some kind of sick joke.

Yn shakes off Heeseung's hold and takes a step back.

"I'm not an idiot, Heeseung. I know you're planning to leave me soon."

"I'm not! Why would you even think that?" Heeseung defends.

"You've changed Heeseung. You got into therapy, stopped smoking and so much more. Possibly other things I don't even know of. You're obviously trying to impress someone and honestly it's fucked up that you keep messing around with me while you like someone else." Yn argues, trying hard to keep his voice steady and eyes tearless.

"Yn you got it all wrong!" Heeseung says, once again invading Yn's space. Yn takes a step back. This repeats twice until Yn's back hits his door and he has no choice but to listen to Heeseung's pleas.

Heeseung cups Yn's cheek with his left hand, making sure he can't look away while the other rests on his shoulder.

"You're the one I like." He whispers and Yn's jaw might as well hit the floor with how shocked he is. Heeseung uses his speechlessness to continue. "When you first hung out with Soobin, I was jealous out of my mind. I realized how perfect he is for you. You should be with someone like him, but the thing is, I'd rather die than let anyone else have you. So, instead of lashing out or giving you up, I decided to be the man you deserve."

Yn's mind is in shambles, unable to form a single coherent thought. The only thing is Heeseung's words echoing in his head.

You're the one I like.

Heeseung sighs and rests his forehead on Yn's.

"This isn't how I wanted this to go. I had a whole romantic confession prepared with gifts and written speech and stuff."

Yn can't fight off a laugh bubbling from his throat. He's not sure what's so funny - his own stupidity, Heeseung's sudden confession or just the whole situation in general. Either way, he's happy.

"Heeseung, I don't need you to be perfect. To be honest, all I ever wanted was a tall, reasonable guy that doesn't use Axe products and knows how to parallel park." Yn starts and it's Heeseung's turn to laugh. "You shouldn't go back to smoking and you definitely should keep going to therapy but other than that, just be the perverted hooligan i fell for."

"Alright." Heeseung agrees and kisses Yn. "So we're boyfriends now?"

"Yeah we are."

Yn's friends are going to lose their shit when he tells them about this, but for now he's just going to enjoy Heeseung's warmth.

a/n: Welp, that's a wrap on Bad Habits. I hope you had fun reading as much as I had making it. Thank you for all the comments, likes and reblogs and I'm sorry if you think it's too short. As you already know, I have another enhypen smau in mind (so far it looks like it's gonna be Jay) but I'm gonna take a little break first.

I hope this little silly fic made you laugh and that you might come back to it on a shitty day :3

Until next time <3

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thebestofoneshots · 1 month

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ahhh!!!

ur little post abt father!remus hasnt left my mind like at all ughh

honestly, I can't handle the trope of innocent!girl + big-tough-corrupting!man (neg) BUT SEEING THE ART OF FATHER!REM

It made me think of knockout!reader who moved away after finishing their catholic highschool and when they visit the church Remus works at and he's just 😧😯🫢🤭 and they start becoming friends again, remus's unshakable infatuation w reader (which never rlly went away) just got a hundred times stronger and he's literally struggling to form a coherent thought and get it out his mouth.

I feel like r even plays into it a little, not any further than they think is fair to Remus, but just enough to enjoy the flushed cheeks and very unbecoming snorts. n then after a deep convo when Rem mentions his strained beliefs, to lighten the mood, reader jokingly (NOT) says "well, if you'd like a career change, I'd be more than happy to break your celibacy streak." or something bold like that and dhsuskakiejf

This isn't coherent at ALL

Ah babe! You got me all wrong, my Priest Remus is not going to be the innocent!girl + big-tough-corrupting!man trope, is actually the other way around.

Reader is going to be the one corrupting Priest!Rem.

I love the more innocent turn you've given to the story, and I might write something like this later but I've got this idea of reader using the confessionary" to say some pretty lewd stuff to the Priest that I cannot shake out of my head.

She's going to quite literally seduce him into breaking that celibacy streak.

So yeah, when I said corruption arc, I meant reader is the one going to be corrupting...

(But also I AM thinking of writing another one with Priest!Sirius corrupting a innocent!reader cause I feel like it SOOO would be his thing)

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carmesi-butterfly · 4 months

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thoughts on submissive gyuvin at 3:10 am

my first time writing smut, i feel like this turned out awful but i did my best ok 😔 because it's the first time i do it i don't know how to tag most of the stuff,, sorry

my random thoughts about submissive gyuvin. word count 591. warnings overstimulation, dumbification (?), sex without condom, finishing inside. no proofread.

"a-ah... i ca-ah! i can't believe you're doing this to me" were the only coherent words dropped from your boyfriend's mouth.

hours of overstimulation ended up with a destroyed gyuvin, his hair looking messy and his body all sticky covered by a mix of sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids of all the orgasms you took out of him, a few of them being yours too. poor gyuvin was being fucked so well by his partner that he couldn't even tangle two thoughts together to form a simple sentence, just babbling words as a way to express how fine it felt.

every bounce to his dick made him drop a moan as if it was an automatic setting in his body, please don't make fun of him, it's so hard to handle it :( your cunt sucking him for the who-knows-what time in the last few hours, milking him dry till the last drop.

"you think you can cum again, sweetie?" you asked, in such a sweet voice that made the boy think he could finish by only hearing you. the riding became more hectic, your pussy slamming into his dick harder, filling the room with the sloppy sound of your bodies roaming into each other, desperately looking for the so-desired orgasm.

"i can't, i c-can't" cried, his head moving from side to side, denying repeatedly. "it's too much..." his groans were accompanied by a strong grip on your hips trying to calm your peace, an act that was contradicted by his hips rocking with yours.

"you can puppy, just one more and we'll be done, you've been so good today" your words became more needy, one of your hands left his shoulder to caress his face and forced him to look at you, maintaining visual contact while reaching the last stage before ecstasy.

tears unleashed through his eyes, gyuvin's dick was so sensitive that it felt as if it burned him but at the same time the sensation came to be addictive, only you could make him feel like this, all submissive and dumb by fucking him senseless, how humiliating it was for him; being so big and ending up dominated by you. luckily for his sanity both your climaxes were around the corner, minds dizzy with pleasure and leaving all the work to your bodies, like animals fulfilling a primal desire.

between moans and muffled words, your boyfriend's orgasm came, filling your pussy up with his cum not before holding you strongly as an eager act to maintain you motionless, heavy breathing was the only thing resounding in a room where all kinds of vocal and corporal sounds could be heard just a moment ago.

"puppy, i didn't finish," you said, your faces being so near that your lips were almost touching. it hit gyuvin like a truck, dropping him out of the cloud that was taking over his mind and making him land in the real world, he knew what you meant by saying that. "i guess we will have to go for another round... if that's what you want, of course,” your lips brushed his, ghosting his attempt at kissing you.

he could be tired, overstimulated, sensitive and a lot more, but leaving you unsatisfied wasn't an option he was willing to take, mainly because of his pride, but secondly because despite ending up defeated by you and your immense sexual appetite he enjoys it, it would be a lie to say he didn't, you must be so happy! getting to ride your boyfie again while he whimpers <3

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madstwd · 1 year

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Unusual Requests

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Words: 1.2k

Season: 4

Warnings: Minors DNI SMUT, Thigh riding, dry humping, choking, slight voice kink

Request: "Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Daryl smut (already in relationship with reader) where Daryl's all soft and shy but the reader is very bold and kinky. Daryl's also very gentle during making love. So one day the reader asks him to behave like a typical southern redneck in bed, like be really rough and call her stuff. (you know like something Merle would call girls, like just being gross and super horny) and Daryl obliges to her request and he is surprisingly super good at the dirty talking part and is like super super rough and fucks the reader till she can't form coherent sentences. Include choking and dry humping if you can pls 🥺"

Laying next to Daryl was the best part of your day, the feeling of his soft breath tickling your hairs on your neck was something to keep going and making sure the prison was in working order. His arms normally helped you stumble into a dreamless slumber except today that wasn’t the case. Your thoughts were filled with the argument you overhead him have, the southern drawl he clearly got from his brother. He was always aware of your attraction to him, albeit rather confused as to how you were drawn to him compared to Rick or any of the other members of the new community they were forming. Maybe that’s why he hovered around you when you were working on the farm with Rick, his eyes lingering on your ass, his lustful gaze that he wore. You knew deep down he wanted to take you in front of everyone but he wasn't like his brother, he wasn't like the people he used to hang around. You loved how he was so different, how he chose to listen to your body whenever you wanted it, how his gaze never lingered for long incase he made you uncomfortable. He was so unique and different to the others, never demanding or mean. But boy do you imagine it.

Daryl shifted in his sleep, his knee moving in between your legs. Your heat radiating onto it, you stifled a moan as he moved it against you until he let it rest as he blissfully drifted back to sleep. Your pussy thumped with arousal as you thought about him treating you like his brother would treat another, worried thoughts of how he would react if you asked him this fading as you pressed on his thigh. The hairs on his knee making a perfect texture for you to grind against, you could feel your arousal leaking through your underwear leaving wet streaks against his warm skin. You bit your lip hoping to rub yourself against him, the images and dreams of him treating you rough, his calloused fingers grabbing the surface of your soft skin as he held you beneath him. “Sweetheart?” you heard him grumble, his voice deep laced with sleep. The sound of it caused a soft whimper to leave your lips. His fingers grazed your size, causing you to shiver at his touch. “Are you alright?” he asked, moving slightly in his sleepy state, his leg pressing further against your heat. A loud moan erupted from you, your eyes screwed tightly shut as you tried to stay silent, not wanting to wake the rest of the cell block up. “What are you doing, girl?” he asked, confused in his sleepy state. Your hand gripped his wrist, dragging it down your body towards your pussy. You could feel him stiffen, his fingertips grazing the mess you had made along his thigh. “Help-” you whimpered.

Daryl slid his leg from underneath you, his body now hovering over you. “What do you need?” he asked, you could feel his cock twitching against your thigh through his fabric prison. “I need you to be rough-” you spoke, wriggling underneath him, upset he took away the friction that held you so close to your orgasm. “Are you sure? What do you want me to do” he asked, his eyebrows laced with confusion and concern. You never wanted to make the kind hearted man uncomfortable, but since the idea of him being rough is what got you here, you had nothing else on your mind. “yes - please” you begged. Daryl knew how to be rough, he just never wanted to do it, he didn't think you would want him to be the same. His palms held you down as he watched you squirm beneath him, you could tell he was having an internal battle, feeling his heavy gaze on your body. You were ready to give in, tell him it was okay and forget about having asked him.

Until his lips grazed your neck, gently biting at it causing you to groan. “If that's what you need- that's what you’ll get” he muttered. You felt his fingers tease your underwear band before pulling them down, the cold air hitting your sensitive pussy. His voice and grunts were still deep, closer to his original accent that was slowly starting to fade. The man wasted no time, his own underwear discarded as he nipped and sucked along your pulse, enjoying the way it quickened as he did so. Daryl was large, his girth stretched you out in the best possible way, so he slammed into you, leaving no time for you to adjust. Whimpers that left your throat became loud moans as he grunted in your ear. His large frame pinning you to the small bed frame, your hands pinned above your head. Normally he would let you touch him, decorate his back with new marks, covering the ones that held trauma. Except this time he wasn’t letting you, you struggled against his tight grip. His forearms flexed as he moved against you, struggling to keep your form still. “Love , I'll stop if you dont quit squirming” he grunted, his thrusts powerful but slow. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, the upper floor of the cell block echoing with them.

“That's it- such a dirty girl, needing my cock this badly”

He moved his other hand, grasping at your throat gently. He squeezed, causing your brain to haze as he sped up his pace. He watched your eyes roll back, the tears forming as he fucked you harder than he ever thought. His cock twitched inside of you as you clenched around him, he could feel you loosen allowing him to push further and further inside your pussy.

“Harder, daryl”

His brain switched, the words leaving your mouth in a futile breathy attempt. You weren't sure he heard it, but of course he did. The man hears anything. The metal frame creaked as he adjusted himself, his knees falling under your ass as he leant back. His cock angled perfectly as he thrusted harder. “Oh yes!” you yelped, your encouragement spurred him on, his mind becoming drunk on your affection and pleas for more.

“Such a pretty little cock whore aren’t ya”

“Yes daryl- it's- so good”

He felt himself melt, become intoxicated by you as he thrusted harder and harder. The fear of hurting you melted with the sweat that glistened each other's skin. Your cheeks flushed, your nails scratching at his forearms. “That's it- just - a bit more-please” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks.

His hand found its way to your neck, pressing it gently as he quickened his pace. His orgasm coming harder, his grunt lower and lounder. You held his wrist, smiling as the coil finally snapped, Daryl watched your face, how it glistened in the moonlight looking satisfied. The image burned into his memory when he finally finished inside of you. You could feel his streams of cum spill against your walls as he groaned lowly above you.

He slowly pulled out of you, moving to lay next to you again before bringing you in again firmly. He wasn’t normally one to cuddle after sex, but you could tell as your brains came back down to earth he was worried, looking down at the mess that was puddled in between your legs. “Hey- thank you, im sorry”

“It's alright”

“It is?”

“Mhm- i liked it” he smiled, gripping you closer to his large frame. You smiled, sleep finally overtaking you as your breathing slowly levelled out. You felt him kiss your forehead softly, before falling into a blissed out slumber.

#the walking dead x reader #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #daryl dixon smut

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ijbolz · 13 days

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some nsfw headcanons about theo & jiung's tattoos _ mdni

a/n: all this talk abt theo's tattoos got me thinking😮‍💨 so here's a little something. + jiung too.

the hottest thing about TAEYANG having tattoos, aside from the ones on his arm... is the hidden one he has on his back

ever since he found out you really like his back tattoo, so obsessed about it even, he goes shirtless more often when he's hanging out with you alone.

he's giving excuses under the guise of a complaint, saying it's too hot inside the apartment or whatever.

"but babe... the AC is literally on..."

taeyang makes some lame follow up about how you're not picking up the way he's flirting with you. did he really have to tell you straight up that you're making him hot and bothered?

if you're gonna ask about the cute, innocent stuff though... you do love tracing his back tattoo through his shirt while cuddling :(

...oh but when he does fuck you good, he'll have you out of your mind to the point you can't form coherent sentences. mind embarrassingly clouded in pleasure, so obvious from the way you're sprawled out beneath him. can't even remember how many orgasms you've had at his mercy. your hands are tight around his biceps while your legs lay open numbly, fucked so dumb. he thinks you're so adorable though.

your breath is caught in your throat when taeyang suddenly lifts you off the bed, his fingers digging into your waist. and he gently embraces you close to him, your breasts flush against his skin. just wanna pull you impossibly close. you felt a soft kiss press on your forehead, still weakly clinging to him. "how does it feel now baby? i know i can get another one out of you... mmhm— when i'm in so deep like this—" his voice hitches in a second, feeling your plush walls squeeze around his length. almost like you really did want more.

and through your tears, you watch as he begins to lift you up and down his cock like he's just using you, slamming you back down so good you can't stop clenching around him. he's close, from the way his length is starting to throb inside your sopping cunt. but unlike you, swear like you'd cum the second he thrusts up into you. the heat inside of your stomach amplifies as your vision clears—your nails raking right on his back tattoo, reflected on the mirror by the side of the bed.

it was a fleeting thought on how come you've never noticed the mirror before, tracing back memories of taeyang running his mouth about how all he's gonna do in this hotel is you. well, he's a man of his word. and he does fuck you good, hips unfaltering in a rapid pace. god, it's like you're not gonna last far longer when he keeps this up.

i got different sources saying it's real, some saying it's not. but JIUNG with a tattoo sounds hot, so i'm gonna talk about it😮‍💨

apparently he has some butterfly tattoos on his hip, or around somewhere over his stomach. whatever, you just remember clearly that the time you really got a good look on it was when he'd undress in front of you the first time.

the sight had you salivating for him, your cunt... wet. it's really not something you can resist when your boyfriend's hovering over you without anything on, his cock standing hard against his stomach. twitching, like it needs your help.

felt like you were in heat from the way your mind has got nothing in it but the thought of sucking him off at that moment.

you'll like having your lips pressed onto those tattoos as well, especially with the way it makes jiung pant. cutely sensitive. you're not even touching his cock yet.

you know that thing guys do when they sit down and just stretch, making their shirt rise up a bit. little things like that, enough so you get a glimpse of his tattoo.

you know your boyfriend too well, sometimes he doesn't know his limits. often pushing himself into frustration whenever he locks himself in the studio preparing for future albums or whatever. he needs to cool off from time to time too, as you tell him. and after a long time of convincing, he's had you underneath him, trembling like you almost regret asking him to use you as relief for tonight.

oh, jiung can get rough and he doesn't even realize it. his moans all breathy and everything, leaning towards whines. yet he always tries to clear his throat everytime it starts leading of to that, despite your protests on how adorable you'd like to see him whine. be a bit careful on teasing him though, when he begins to feel you cunt sucking him in a little bit more than usual... he'd take it as a chance to slow down on his thrusts and watch you teeter over the edge.

...who's whining now then? "i told you baby, keep your eyes on me." the rasp in his voice shot straight to your core, pussy squeezing around his cock impossibly more. jiung's so mean but his tone is so gentle. undeniably making your heart skip a beat at times.

and you do a pathetic ten seconds of keeping your eyes locked on his until your gaze flickers down... at his tattoos. you're close, so fucking close especially when you'd watch the way those butterflies glisten on his skin everytime he slams his cock back into you, your hips trying to meet his halfway. never failing to make you feel like you've got butterflies in your stomach too, just for a different reason. all until you couldn't take it anymore.

#p1harmony smut #theo smut #jiung smut #p1h smut

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linkeduniverse-writing · 4 months

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General LU Headcanons part 1

Heya! So I'm starting this blog with some general headcanons about the boys, I think I'll divide it in three parts so it's not too long. First up are Four, Hyrule, and Legend! Hope you enjoy :D

Part 2 Part 3

Four

It takes him so long to emerge from sleep

Like he'll be in a haze for like 20 minutes, not able to form any coherent thoughts

Which is kind of a surprise because he's one of the early risers, and is super reactive once fully awake

He tends to talk to himself a lot, mostly when he does something or thinks through a problem

It's mostly to exteriorize all the noise inside his head tho

The others aren't as weirded out by it than he feared, and he's thankful for it

Whenever they're in a market or just in a town, he always finds himself drawn to craftsmanship

Like if they need to interrogate people about monsters and stuff, he'll go ask artisans mostly

He feels more comfortable around them

It feels like home

Also he likes to compare his work to other blacksmith's

He feels like he has a lot to learn still, and he's very curious about how the craft has evolved with time

He doesn't know first aid and the scent of blood makes him sick, but if his teammates need tending he'll do his best

He tries to see their wounds as metal work needing repairs

It helps him keep his cool

But he'd rather leave it to someone else

Hyrule

Another early riser, but he hates it

He loves sleeping in and wishes his body would let him sometimes

But oh well, when it's time to wake up it's time to wake up

He's a very light sleeper too, like the wind blowing in the leaves above would wake him up

He hates it

Botany nerd

Loves keeping track of the new plants he finds along the way

He always asks the Link from the Hyrule they're in if he knows about it, and will pick them up if he can't get an answer, to study them later hopefully

He rarely can, but when they have a moment he'll either find a plant book (and a Link who can read it for him) or straight up ask someone if they know about the plant

He's always so polite and genuinely curious, people can't help but answer

He accidentally set Sky's stuff on fire once when showing off his fire magic to Wind

Sky was too impressed to truly be mad at him tho

(Also Hyrule replaced all of the stuff that couldn't be repaired, don't ask him how)

He doesn't mind blood and grime and gore, but can't handle anything with maggots in it

He'll stitch up anything, he'll put bones back in place if necessary, but one bug? In a wound? Don't count on him

He can keep his calm even before the grossest injuries, which is why he's often fixing up the others after a fight

He rarely uses his healing magic tho, he knows he'll tire too easily, and he can't help them if he can barely stay awake

So potions potions potions

He's a gentle caregiver but you better do as he says when you're hurt

Legend

A heavy sleeper, and he dreams a lot, but he never remember them

Probably for the best if you ask him

He usually wakes late, but never truly rested unfortunately

That never stoped him from being immediately efficient and fully awake tho

He knows he has a reputation of being sharp and closed off, but he's a really good listener

He's the kind of person curse the world with you when you vent until you're in the right headspace to find a solution

He kind of encourages the others in their dumbest ideas just to see what'll happen

(not the too dangerous ones, of course)

But he's curious, and after all the adventures he's been through, he believes that if he survived all of this, surely Wild will survive trying to cook a bomb flower

He did, but Twilight almost died of stress

He's the one who helps Warrior with refilling their inventory when they're low on supplies

He's a great negotiator and can get them twice the supplies for the same price

He's sometimes even charming enough to get them all a free meal

It's his favorite skill

He doesn't mind blood but will not look at broken limbs

Not his own, not other's

He tries to keep his cool around the others to not make them panic, but he really hates broken bones

If one of them is hurt, he'll try to distract them and make sure they have water and enough heat

He'll also keep them in place if they move around too much for Hyrule or Warrior to work on them

He's not gentle, but he's still reassuring somehow

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu writing #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #i hope its good #im gonna write the rest of them now wish me luck lol

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Hi!! I really love your works and I've been a fan ever since, this is my first time requesting to you hihi. Can you make a scenario bf!enha legal line x experienced gf!reader? I saw a lot of scenarios bf!enha x virgin!reader but I don't see with experienced!reader. I hope you'll notice this request. Love lots!! <3

[MDNI] OOF this is right up my allley!! I've done a lot of inexperienced enha with experienced reader so im ver excited to do it again (I think it's very clear that I have a corruption kink) anyways, here's a short drabble for you sweet anon!

bit of a tmi but I literally had to edit this so many times because I kept calling them by my boyfriends pet name. I call him bunny and ITS SO CONFUSING

♡ * . ▪︎ LEE HEESEUNG — dry humping

lately, heeseung's been feeling too needy, and it's becoming evident with the way he keeps on whoring around your apartment that he's just begging to be fucked.

his fans might think, "awe he's such an angel," "lee heeseung is so cute."

yes, fifty percent of the time he is the doe eyed angel that everyone loves and adores, but despite your boyfriend being a virgin, he has the most sluttiest fantasies about the two of you, and its accompanied by the most erotic words. at this point, you don't even know how you've been able to hold out.

well, you kind of do. every time heeseung throws you his "fuck me" look it's always accompanied with a playful glint. one where you aren't sure if he's serious or not, and your not about to be the one who asks the other to be fucked. your pride is just too high to let that happen.

that's why it has taken him up til this point for you to realise;

currently, your adorable boyfriend has claimed his place on your lap. a night supposedly filled with the two of you watching an action packed movie turned to this.

well, he'll certainly be getting some action that's for sure.

it's as if all coherent reason has left heeseungs mind, erotic thoughts about the two of you pressing against each other's skin filling the atmosphere as he sprawls his whole body on top you, not even making the slightest effort to take up some of his weight. however, you don't complain, always savoring the moments he lets you baby him.

"what is it hee?" you ask, peeking a look at his face.

all he does is shy further, curling himself sweetly across your lap that you can't help but awe.

his eyes stare up at you, wide and innocent, and that's when you know for sure that heeseung is playing his game.

he likes pretending be innocent. like he's the most oblivious boy on earth. he takes pleasure in that. he likes to tease you with it, knowing how much you love him and the naturally adorable look his face has when his hair is down.

instead of giving you a clear answer, heeseung starts grinding himself on your thigh, knees digging into the mattress of your couch as he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

this catches you by suprise, and you choke out a groan. heeseung has never been one to do stuff like this. he's always just talk, but tonight seems different. tonight, he seems more desperate and daring, making you second guess his true intentions.

he hums against your skin, breath fanning it causing goosebumps to crawl down your skin. "need you so bad."

"fuck, hee." you sigh out, lifting yourself to adjust your positions, letting heeseung plop onto a more comfortable spot. one where it'll be easier for him to continue his rutts. "what's gotten you so needy?"

grasping his hips, you guide him to a pace you know he likes. spending all these months with your boyfriend makes you feel like you know even the parts of him that he has yet to discover.

thanking you, heeseung retracts his head from your neck, wanting to give you the delight of seeing his face as he moans. and lo and behold, the sight of him just makes you want to cum.

with his hard on guided by you, it drags along the tensed muscle of your thigh. "are you sure about this, baby?"

"mhm." he answers breathless, and mind probably too fuzzy to form coherent sentences as it clogs up in bliss. even with your guidance, heeseung takes his own pace, pressing against you rougher and faster. you wanted to let the sexual tension build up on its own, but it seems as if heeseung is done waiting. though, you wanted to affirm him first. so, you ask more of him.

with the hand that was previously guiding his hips, you slow yhen down to a halt, and he whines cutely at your restrictions. "need you to say it, baby."

"fuck," he sighs out when he feels you caressing his thigh, brows knitting with impatience. groaning, he continues on saying, "just take me already."

"now now..." you halt. "that isn't a nice thing to say, isn't it baby?"

"we'll see about that."

"i don't care." he replies defiantly and you just know you're in for a stand off with your boyfriend. "im a man. I do what I want, and i want you to fuck me."

safe to say that hours later, you have your boyfriend writhing against your thigh. clothes now discarded across the living room as you lean back, watching him roll his hips against you while he tries to please himself all on his own. after telling him that there was no way you'd help solve his problem with that attitude, heeseung has gone to lazily dragging his hard on to clumsily thrusting his hips. but of course, being the strong headed boy that he is, he isn't going to succumb to you without a little push.

his cockhead is rubbing a wet trail across your skin, the illuminating light making it shine while his veins seeming as if they're about to pop with the amount of teasing it's getting. "help me."

"what do you say, whore?" the cute nicknames are long discarded, vulgar once replacing it that affect your boyfriend all the same.

"fuck you. you're such a bitch." he spits out. still, he refuses to succumb to your wants as his need to rile you up seeming to be much stronger than his desire to cum. "I don't need your help. I cant get off on my own, mommy, please."

"sure, be my guest." watching him with a smirk, you know your boyfriend too well not to notice the expression of betrayal that flashes on his face when you easily comply.

unwanting to admit defeat, heeseung picks up his pace, hands planted beside your head, and gripping the head of the couch. his forehead is so close to yours, and all he wants is for you to touch him. to atleast kiss him.

"fuck..." he hisses when his tip meets your clothed pussy for a millisecond, and he looks at it longingly.

noticing his gaze, you rock your leg once, catching him off guard and making him yelp. "baby!"

grinning mischievously, you snicker, "yeah, whore?"

you're left to question yourself when heeseung lifts himself off. you lean forward only to find him kneeling on the ground right in front of you. with your legs that stayed spread apart to accommodate your boyfriend, you look at him in question.

"fuck you fuck you fuck you." he continues to mumble while shuffling across your lap. he's dug his own grave and now, all he wants is to claw his way back up.

"you smell so good..." he says more so to himself as he leans into your center, pointed nose digging itself in your clothed core. heeseung takes a deep inhale, your scent filling his senses right as he breaks.

"your mood swings are gonna be the death of me, hee."

♡ * . ▪︎ SIM JAEYUN — oral & marking

jake, you ever so sweet boyfriend, had just confessed his undying need to have you flat on his tongue, failing to give you the small tiny detail that he's a fucking virgin. the angel doesn't have the slightest idea how to start, and so he just sits there, pondering about what the best course of action was and if he should do it like the porn he watched.

no, definitely not like that.

he doesn't think you'd appreciate the step sister getting stuck in the washing machine trope all too well. jake doesn't have a step sister fantasy. he has a you fantasy. but he'll take any porn he can get that looks slightly decent.

now you know where all his knowledge came from.

"jake?" you ask out of concern when he doesn't move from his spot between your legs. you reach for him and he meets you half way, humming when he feels your run your hand through his scalp in comfort, afterwards leading your palm down to cup his face. "what's wrong, puppy?"

at your question, his eyes widen seeming to have momentarily forgotten about his small dilemma. he squeaks out a reply, answering, "n-nothing!"

jake watches as you giggle, unbeknownst to the true reason that you found him adorable in any situation, shy puppy eyes telling you everything you needed to know. but he has to tell you first. "I can tell something's bothering you, baby. so tell me."

jake was just about to give in before he decides not to, trembling at the mere chance of you feeling repulsed for his inexperienceness. instead of confessing, he abruptly tries connects his tongue with your dripping core. everything should've gone according to plan. with all the porn he's watched and the masturbation that he's done should've helped him— except it didn't.

instead of flattening his tongue against your whole cunt, jake misses and half his tongue goes against the top of your vagina, only the tip hitting your slit.

"jakey~" you call out, trying to mask your amusement, fully knowing that your boyfriend would become even more embarrassed. "honey, come here."

jake couldn't believe this is happening. its like a nightmare come true and he just sits back on his knees stoic, thinking that if he doesn't move for long enough, he would be able to disappear.

"you're disgusted with me, are you?" he says, refusing to meet your eyes in embarrassment. "I knew this wasn't going to work."

"knew what, baby?" you genuinely ask.

"this! I knew t-that if you found out I was a... yknow." he mumbles, nudging you as if he expects the rest to be telepathically delivered to you.

oh, it does. well, not telephonically per se, but you know. you knew your boy too well.

"that your a virgin?" you reply, smirking at him teasingly.

taken off guard, jake gasps into the kiss, and you take that as a chance to put your tongue inside his mouth. as you explore foreign territory, you release a grunt when you feel jake subconsciously suck on the muscle of your tongue. the usual kisses with jake are sweet and it's never like this. but everything is cute if jake is associated with it. so, although making out is anything but innocent, jake makes it feel like a dream.

"yes." he sighs as if to ready himself for a rejection, a break up, a disappointed grunt, but nothing of the sort comes. instead, he's guided up wards by your hands, pressing your lips effectively against him.

you begrudgingly pull away from him, however, the moment you do, you're met with the dazed look on his face, mouth parted in awe while his eyelids fall heavy with pleasure, and his head tilted back slightly as his mind buzzed. you just can't get enough because one look at his eyes, and the next thing you knew is that your diving in to suck on his neck.

however, all temporary pleasure must come to an end. you would've stayed on him for longer if it weren't for the fact that your lungs started to burn for air.

"ahh!" jake hisses when he feels your mouth suck harshly on his skin, surely because you want to leave marks.

leave marks? but... won't that mean that you're marking him because you want people to see it? because you want people to know that he's yours?

does that mean you still like him?

"y-you still... like... me?" he says in between pants.

goosebumps arise and jake is left to clutch helplessly onto your shoulder when he feels your breathy chuckle. you tsk, "you think I'm letting you go because you're a virgin?"

"w-well... yes. id think so. d-dont girls want more experienced guys?" he says, whimpering right after when you release his skin with a pop, leaning back slightly to admire the third mark you had planted.

"fuck, no. I want you just like this, baby." you mumble, lips staying pressed against his skin. "I wouldn't want you any other way." and like clock work, your lips go back down to kiss and mark his neck.

although jake loves the attention you're giving him, he cant help but feel like he has to do something. jake tries to be of service for you, desperately wanting to start something to show his use. noticing this, you take his hand, and guide it towards your wet pussy, lips flushing a deep pink due to your arousal.

"can I try again? will you teach me, please." he pleads with his eyes beaming with want and yearning while he cups your whole vagina in his palm.

"mhm. sure, baby." you agree, freeing him from your lips, and letting him sink back down between your legs. "just don't pressure yourself. you don't need to do good right away."

"but I wanna do good." he presses on while slowly moving his face close to your cunt. his eyes look at your pussy with longing and his mouth is salivating, waiting patiently for your queue because all he wants is to eat you right and for you to enjoy it. "now, hurry and teach me please."

you roll your eyes at your boyfriends antics, nonetheless scoffing out a laugh as you found his eagerness to be incredibly adorable.

spreading your lips apart, jake feels blessed to have a front row view of the way your slick clings to both walls, strings of your wetness connecting them before snapping. your hole is right there, gaping and he swore its like it's telling him to penetrate you.

"your pussy wants me..." jake looks as if he's in a trance. well, in a way, he kind of is. your hole is making it so hard for him to resist the urge to cum in his pants untouched. if he looks at it for a few minutes more he swears he'll do just that.

the way it expands and clenches around nothing looks so inviting that jake pokes a curious finger at your entrance. his finger doesn't even get half way past it before he's retreating, amazed by both the feeling and how it looks so wet, it's dripping.

groaning as he whimpers, jake looks at you pleadingly, begging you to come through with your promise.

"my sweet angel," you coo, swaying his hair back to show his damp forehead. "you're so eager to please."

nodding cutely, he hums, "mhm!"

at that, you grin, teeth biting down on your lips because you're afraid that if you don't, you'll lunge at your boyfriend and mark him up once more. it's a nice idea, but you know how badly jake wants to have his mouth on you, and you swear you could even see drool forming on the edges of his mouth before swallowing it down. "cute."

"thank you..." he trails of, eager eyes waiting for your instructions.

"you know what this is?" you ask, tapping your wet clit which causes a small wet smack to sound out and it's like music to your boyfriend's ears. when he nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips, you continue. "suck it, baby."

and jake doesn't need to be told twice.

quickly, his tongue traces your wet slit, picking up your arousal on the way before engulfing your clit in his mouth. he's so fucking good at it that he doesn't even need to be told before he starts licking your clit, tongue circling around your nub before sucking it between his lips again. you'd think that he's sucking you out like his life depends on it and to jake, that's true, because he swears to God that if he doesn't get to taste more of you, he'll die.

"good boy, jake. just like that." you praise, fingers fiddling with his hair as you watch him press his whole face onto your pussy, his tall nose digging softly against your skin as he caresses your thighs while helping you hold them open for him.

your cunt is salvating, envious of the attention your clit is receiving that you involuntarily start clenching around thin air as it awaits your boyfriend's attention. wanting to teach him something new, you nudge his head further down. "my pussy's asking for you, baby. won't you give me your tongue?"

that's all you have to say before jake complies, licking his lips clean of your arousal before poking his tongue inside experimentally. he groans once again as he tastes you, and your walls welcome his tongue with a delicious clench around it.

it doesn't take long before jake starts fucking his tongue into you, unconsciously placing his nose right on top of your clit so that with every movement, he not only stimulates your insides, but your outsides too.

surpsingly, he's so good you think you're going to cum sooner than expected. sooner than you usually do. the last thing you want to happen is for this to end. not like this, not this quick. so, you pull your boyfriend away, and he whines like a child whose candy has been stolen away from them.

he looks at you like you've betrayed him, like he's about to cry. "why did you do that?!" he whines, trying to go back in but is halted by your hand that's entangled in his hair.

"couldn't let you make me cum that quick, baby." you smirk, wiping the sticky liquid off his chin and cupids bow.

"why not?" he asks in pout. "i wanted to hear you cum~" he whines, eyes closing once he's realised that he's missed his shot, afterwards looking at you with squinted eyes, as if to tell you that he's mad and sulky.

"how about you let me taste you first? then I'll let you fuck me, you virgin." you offer with a tease.

smilling, he rolls his eyes in feign annoyance. when he realises what you just said, his eyes widen, cheeks flaring up afterwards.

"my dick? in your mouth...?"

♡ * . ▪︎ PARK JONGSEONG — blow job & handjob

it's common knowledge to everyone that jay has never had a girlfriend before. of course, along with it came his inexperienceness when it came to sex. back then, he thought that masturbating and sex were cringe. everytime one of his friends brought up any type of horny thought, jay wouod leave the room without a word.

now, jay regrets everything. he should've listened in when his friend told him about how his first time went, as well as the tips he offered to give jay in case he ever got lucky enough to get a girlfriend.

with his looks, of course he did. he just wished he knew shit. trust him, he wants to fuck you, and vice versa. he wants to eat you out, grope your breast, everything.

slowly, he started indulging himself in porn for educational purposes. however, the thought of him touching himself made him feel embarrassed eventhough no one was looking nor was it a crime.

still, its nice to know what to expect and get a grasp of what to do. yes, he knows porn isn't accurate, but that's all he's going to get because he's sure as hell that he's not going to talk about it to any of his friends. they'd make fun of him for sure.

however, after realising that you're the person that arose this drive within him, it only seemed fit that he asks you for guidance. after all, you are his girlfriend, right? it should be safe enough to ask you.

"yeah, kitty?" you ask, hand rubbing him through the thin layer of his boxers.

currently, you're seated against the headboard, jay laying comfortably on your chest and stomach on his back. he had managed to muster up the courage, and ask you for sex and to be honest, he feels incredibly stupid for even thinking that you were going to make fun of him.

continuing to massage him, you feel his penis slowly hardening under your touch, a sudden boost of pride filling you chest. "is this alright, jay?"

fuck yeah, he feels alright. he feels amazing. its like his whole world is spinning in pleasure and he's only getting the bare minimum of your treatment.

"kitty?"

"I know, baby. I know." you nod in understanding, feigning sympathy along the way as in actuality, you bask in your boyfriends shy persona, enjoying the way he asks for you to take care of him.

jay's eyes shut close, suppressing the urge to moan when you trace up the outline of his length, waiting patiently for his assurance. "yes, it's more than alright, but please, I need more."

you snap the elastic of his boxers across his tone stomach, making him jolt. "can I take these off?"

"fuck... yeah. do anything you want." he sighs, body leaning to lay on your chest while his head rests on your shoulder, watchful gaze eyeing the way you carefully take his boxers off.

this is the first time you're seeing his dick, and it looks so pretty you just can't help but stare, eyeing it like you want to devour it whole. however, your dear boyfriend doesn't seem to catch on, seemingly thinking that you were judging his length and how it looked.

"d-dont look, please." he asks quietly, a hand darting out to cover his dick in embarrassment. "I know 'm probably not the biggest you've had but— wh-what are you doing?" he can only watch you in wonder as you abruptly get up, leaving him alone to rest on the hard headboard of your shared bed.

"i need to have you right now or else im going to fucking lose my mind."

jay thinks you're going to leave and panic ensues. he swears he's about to tear up, but before he does, thankfully, the next words you say are catched by his sullen ears, and suddenly, the brewing tears are gone.

situating yourself above his knees, you grap your baby's thighs and drag him towards you. the reason? well, you just wanted to assert some dominance and hopefully, you'll be one step closer to clearing his invasive thoughts.

jay is once again taken by surprise when you suddenly take his dick in your hands, spitting on his head and using your saliva as lube.

your boyfriend can only watch in awe as you start pumping his dick, your mouth going down on him seconds later so you can get a taste of what his precum is like.

"shit! baby— fuck fuck fuck." he chants, mouth parted in awe as he watches you take half of his dick in your mouth. jay releases a dragged moan when you gag on his dick, your saliva dripping out of your mouth before taking it off so you could get some air into your lungs.

"you're so big, kitty," not wanting to leave his aching cock neglected, you let your hand pump him at a slow pace, one where your sure he's still receiving an adequate amount of pleasure to give you breathy whimpers, but not strong enough to build up his climax. "this dick can't even fit inside my mouth."

jay was just about to deny your claims when all of a sudden, you start jerking him off faster, effectively catching him off-guard and swiping his mind clean from his act of denial. "yeah, that's right. this dick is too big isn't it, baby? need both my mouth and my hands to make you feel good, huh?"

"n-no! 'm not big." he manages to grunt out, eyes still closed from so much new pleasure being given to him.

"oh, but you are." you snicker, filling his head with dirty talk as you lean down and lick a long stripe from the base all the way up to his flushed tip, and you don't miss the bead of precum that shoots out. "see? even your dick knows how big you are, baby. don't lie to me."

jay feels like he's on cloud nine as you continue to suck and jerk his length. truthfully, it does look like you're having trouble taking him all inside your mouth, but then again, maybe you just had a small mouth and he's nothing special...

it's as if you heard his thoughts because right on queue, you say, "shit, baby. you have the biggest dick I've ever seen."

and jay's once again left to hide himself in your pillows in embarrassment.

eventhough you don't want to, your mouth leaves his length so you can talk to him face to face, thinking that maybe if you do so, he'd see the truthfulness in your eyes and know you're not lying. "face it, baby. you have the prettiest, fattest, thickest cock out there. i dont even think you’ll fit inside me because youre that big."

"yn!" he screams out of embarrassment, covering your mouth. "shut up!"

"what?" you say after taking his hand away from your mouth. "if you're not going to accept it, I'll keep going on and on, baby. believe me, I can."

now, jay knows for sure that that isn't a lie. "now you have to let me try and have you."

the key word is try, because eventhough you aren't a virgin and is well expreienced in this field way before meeting the love of your life, jay's cock is making you question your bodies capabilities.

♡ * . ▪︎ PARK SUNGHOON — riding him

"hoon, baby," you call out to your sulking boyfriend, his eyes brimming with tears. "im sorry I got home so late. I was just busy with work that's all. there's no other man, pretty."

lately, insecurities have been running wild inside sunghoon's head. your past lifestyle was filled with drinking and hooking up with random people. you partied every night, bar hopping with your friends until you pass out and wake up in some guy's hotel room.

and then you met sunghoon. a guy who was forced by his friends to join some birthday party thrown at a club. he's the guy who stayed defiantly sat on the couch while everyome else partied around him.

eventually, he was introduced to you by one of his friends and immediately, sunghoon fell in love and you seemed to have fallen as well.

you were complete opposites. he was an introvert while you were an extrovert that could manage to strike up a conversation with anyone. you liked attending parties, he hated loud noises and clogged spaces. he was everything you weren't, yet it was astounding how fast you had managed to catch true feelings.

since then, you're lifestyle abruptly changed for the better. you went from partying at every bar in the country in one night to spending it clogged up inside your shared apartment with him. with him! sunghoon couldn't believe that you left all of that just for him. even your friends found it hard to believe at first, but when they met your sweet boyfriend, they knew you were in good hands. they had bid you farewell, cheering your relationship on.

though you've changed for him, sunghoon still can't help these thoughts that invaded his mind. every time you went out without him by your side, he thought, what if you found someone new? someone better than him and leave him? what if all of a sudden, you realise what you've been missing out on while being chained onto him?

"b-but I called you so many times! a-and a guy picked your phone up, saying that you were busy..." he says, a whimper falling from his mouth at the thought of you having someone else.

"baby," you call out with sadness, hands wanting to thread themselves with his so you can assure him. "that was my boss, honey. my phone was left on the counter when i was serving. he probably heard all your calls and picked it up." you say, booping his nose. "there's no other man, baby. there's only you."

hiccuping through his tears, sunghoon asks, "really?"

"yes, baby." you press, giving his hands a firm squeeze to shownyour sincerity. "i can prove it to you if you want. ill even tell them to open the cctv feeds."

you know sunghoon has these insecurities and so you tried everything you can to make them go away. you aren't the least bit offended that he thought you were unfaithful to him, because you knew that your boy didn't mean it in that sense. he always downplays himself. he always thinks he isn't worth it. but he is, and that's what you want to show him.

groaning, sunghoon wants to physically bury himself. feeling you wipe away the stray tears that have stained his cheek, new ones suddenly gush down at the thought of how caring you are and how much of a douche he is for assuming the worst out of such a small situation.

unable to contain his emotion, sunghoon catches you in a hug. "I'm sorry!" he apoligises mid sniffs. "i-i know you'd never do something like that. I just... I don't know why these thoughts keep coming into my head." he says, choking out a sob as he buries his face into your neck while his arms clutch you closer.

"I hate them. I want them to go away." he announces, a new found dedication pooling inside his dark eyes when he pulls away to meet you. "make them go away, please."

caressing his face with your thumb, you ask him, fully eager to help with however way you can. "what do you want me to do, honey?"

you watch sunghoons eyes shifting from your face down to your chest where his fingers fiddled with your jacket sleeve. you've come to notice the many habits your boyfriend has, and you know he does this when he's nervous or shy to ask you about something.

"will you take my virginity?" his voice is small and when he peeks up to look at your expression, and he's met with your shocked ones, he casts them away and bites his lip, too shy to maintain eye contact. "...please."

"awe but, baby." you groan, pulling his face close to yours by his neck. "are you sure that's what you want to do?"

nodding eagerly, he says, "yes, I wouldn't want anyone else to do it other than you."

you release a whine at that, feeling your restraints come lose with how he's begging you so cute and nicely. agreeing, you pull his head down to meet your lips, and fireworks suddenly erupt inside sunghoons stomach. every kiss that he has with you is electrifying and his body coils deliciously when you back him up against the wall. you press your torso against his, feeling the tent in his pants growing the more you grind yourself on it. with the hand that's on sunghoons tiny waist, you pull him forward to meet your thrusts, a breathy moan leaving your boyfriends mouth.

"I love you, baby. don't forget that." you say, lips temporarily leaving his.

sunghoon could see the change of color in your eyes, your gaze almost looking feral and it's as if you're going to eat him whole which only gets him harder because fuck, yes, please take him. "I love you too."

you hum, lips dragging against his and he tries chasing them, but you tease him everytime, making him whine.

"let's get you on the bed, yeah?" your hand goes under the black sleeping shorts he wore, caressing the plump skin of his ass. "I don't want you to have your first time here."

guiding sunghoon towards your bedroom proves to be a hard task when he doesn't want to ever disconnect his lips from you, resulting in the both of you stumbling over random objects in your way.

finally reaching your room, you turn the handle and push your boyfriend to lay on the soft mattress of your king sized bed.

feeling out of breath, sunghoon pants, chest rising as he waits in anticipation for what you'll do next. you said you were going to take his virginity, and he hopes you skip the foreplay and fuck him already.

"please, hurry." he begs, hands palming the tent in his shorts. "hurts so bad."

discarding your pants and underwear, you crawl on top of your boyfriend, sitting your wet cunt on his bare thighs. "where does it hurt, honey?"

"m-my dick." he stutters, feeling your wetness coat his skin.

"ahh, of course it does." you tease, crawling up to massage the tent in his pants in an attempt to soothe his pain and ready him for the pleasure he deserves. "cute innocent sunghoon can't keep his dick inside his pants anymore, huh? is baby tired of not getting his dick wet?"

sunghoon knows how much of a tease you are so he shouldn't be surprised at this point, but nevertheless, he whines in embarrassment, debating whether or not to throw his pride away and act like a whore or deny every allegation. the latter seemed impractical though, seeing as he is tired of being a virgin. he's had so many wet fantasies of you that there was a time where he had repeatedly woke up to cum in his pants for a straight week.

so, surrendering to his desires, he agrees, "yes..."

impressed, you nod saying, "then I shouldn't tease you anymore, shouldn't I?"

knowing what he wants is for you to go down on him, he nods eagerly. "yes! no more teasing, please. hoonie can't take it."

you make a sound of feign contemplation before finally agreeing with his words. "I guess it can't be helped. I have to satisfy my babies needs. aren't I the best girlfriend, baby?"

"mhm," he agrees cutely, eyes wide and inoocent as he watches you take his shorts off.

"will you be a good boy and grab a condom for me, pretty?" you ask, gesturing at the bedside table.

of course, sunghoon is a good boy so he does as he's told and retrieves the silver packet from your drawer. "extra large? how did you know I was... wait, why do you even have this?"

smilling at him deviously, you shrug as your hands massage the skin of his thighs, fingertips teasingly grazing his dick. "don't know. just had a guess."

at your teasing, sunghoon chooses to let go of the topic for now, wanting nothing more than to be enveloped with your warmth. he watches as you expertly retrieve the condom out of its packet, blowing onto it before rolling it onto his length.

this is the first time you've touched him there, and he can't help but release a quivered sigh at the feeling of your hands finally wrapping around where he needs you most.

pumping his length to make sure he's fully hard, you admire your baby boys dick; how it twitches when you pull your hand away, how clean he looks, and how the precum that's escaped his hole presses against the elastic. "see? fits so perfectly. I knew you were big."

"you look at my dick often?" he asks, a moment of courage passing him before it gets washed up when he sees the dark look of lust on your eyes.

your eyes don't stray away his length when you agree. finally deeming him as ready, you line your core above his length, eyes locking with his as you sink down on his whole length slowly as to let him adjust to the pleasure. sunghoon isn't able to maintain contact, the pleasure taking over him as he closes his eyes in the sensation. "yeah, been wanting to have you ever since I met you."

with heavy breaths, sunghoon watches as you begin to lift yourself off his length, only to go back down on him. it's all done in a slow pace, but sunghoon is already getting so worked up. sure, he had managed to keep his arousal at bay when you sunk down on him, but he knows that if you go any faster than this, he's going to immediately blow his load, leaving you dry and that's the last thing he wants.

"you good, baby?" you ask, small pants of your own somewhat making sunghoon proud.

"y-yeah b-but," he squeaks out, hands trying to find somewhere to grip and you notice, quickly giving him yours to hold on to. when he finds you, he grips onto you hard, trying to ground himself. "I don't t-think I'm going to last long. feels too good."

cooing, you lean down and even that small motion caused by your walls slightly tightening around his aching cock alone makes sunghoon grip your hands tighter. wanting to give him comfort, you give him a kiss on his cheek before you begin to rock your hips against his length. "its okay, baby. tonight's about you anyways. you can cum for me whenever you want."

the thought of him cumming for you already has sunghoons mind spinning and he watches your steady pace on his lap, a moan being released by him because of how good your walls feel. "y-you want my cum?"

"yeah, baby." you agree breathlessly as your stomach and heart fills with warmth. "want to feel you cum inside my pussy."

at that, sunghoon whines, head thrashing to the side at your dirty words. though he knows his cum won't be painting your walls due to the condom, the thought alone raises a wave of pleasure. "g-go faster, please. want to give you my cum."

"yeah? you're gonna give it to me, baby? you're going to fill my pussy up with your babies?" you ask, panting as you comply with his words and speed up your movements, hands staying connected with his as you plant them beside his head.

unable to form words, all sunghoon can do is clamp his eyes shut and give you fast and eratic nods, mouth too busy moaning and whimpering to be used.

you lean close to his ear, wanting him to hear every breath and whimper you make on his cock. "give it to me, hoon. wanna see how pretty you cum for mommy."

that seems to have done the trick as a few minutes later, sunghoon screams out, hips thrusting up to you as he pumps his cum into the condom. you help him ride off his high, only stopping when he hisses from over sensitivity.

watchin him pant, eyes still closed as he relishes in his first orgasm, you coo. "good boy, hoon. you did so good, baby." out of breath, sunghoon was about to thank you, but his words get cut off when he sees you taking the cum stained condom off his length, only to put the rubber inside your mouth so you can suck out all the cum that clings onto it.

CUT! hope you guys enjoyed this! make sure to like and give feedback because smut writing is hard because everytime I try to write a spicy scene, I end up getting too wet and... you know

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Hi! Me again. I wanted to know if you could write a Maddy Perez fic where she uses nate to make the reader jealous, and I'd love it if it were a black king. Um and then maybe the reader fucks her and sends nate a video, with maddy's consent (of course). And maybe have her squirt and be choked and stuff like that. Can't forget the bulge kink too. sorry im just really horny. i love ur writing.

We're all horny once and a while lol.

𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯“

Inspo: Chase Atlantic - Slow Down Russ - Seduce

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Male!reader

Summary: She always finds a way to get under your skin in the most cruel ways. But she knows she gets what she deserves in the end.

Warnings: Heavy smut, choking kink, bulge kink, squirting, dacryphilia, dumbification, degradation kink, overstimulation, just overall rough sex.

Words 1381

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

The alcohol in the pit of your stomach and the weed deafening coherent thoughts did nothing to help the anger you felt in your heart. It didn’t lessen the death grip you had on the red solo cup in your hand. Or the tense silence you held in the small space with some of your friends. But how could it when you watched your sexy ass girlfriend chat up her ex-boyfriend?

No one could pull your attention away from the pair. They couldn’t replace the utter rage settled deep in your bones. But that was something expected when Maddy decided to do this.

It was cruel, honestly.

From the moment you two walked into this party, she’d been begging for sex. Practically rubbing your cock through your jeans and rolling her ass against it. Willing to do anything to show how desperate she’d been for you. Of course, you told her to not be a brat and just wait. In no way had her begging been anything new to you. But this… This was something you had never expected her to pull. And the fact that she had decided to do it on Nate pissed you off even more.

You shouldn’t feel as protective as you were, but this was Maddy. She was very unpredictable with a lot of the shit she pulled. You couldn’t be for sure if she was willing to go back to Nate or if she was just playing a game. If this was a game she was playing, a part of you considered that all restrictions were off the table. Considering she was talking to her abusive ex-boyfriend.

So, without that much hesitation, you carried yourself through the crowd. Your large frame bumped into people carelessly as you had your eyes fixated on Maddy. She knew damn well what she was doing. But it was the fact that she was fine with it.

Once you had cleared the crowd of bodies, you advanced on Nate who had his back turned to you. One of his hands reached toward Maddy, who seemed to be showing false interest in what she said. Considering when her gaze found you, a smirk formed on her lips.

When Nate was just about to touch Maddy, you had grabbed it. Twisting his arm behind his back before grabbing the back of his head and slamming it against the counter he stood against. Maddy jumped back, still smiling widely as she watched you drag Nate’s face across the counter until slamming it into the microwave and tossing him to the ground.

People were all in shock at the random outburst that came from you. Sure that if you were under the right lighting, they would be able to see your caramel skin red from the pure anger that seeped through your pores.

Thankfully, before you could get at Nate anymore, Maddy stepped into your path. Masking her obvious arousal with a scolding look. “That’s enough.”

You felt your nose twitch slightly as your eyes flickered past her to Nate. Finding the boy’s nose to be broken and bleeding profusely. Satisfied with what you had done, you grabbed Maddy’s hand. A firm grip that sent the message to Maddy that she for sure fucked up for the decision she’d made.

Exiting the house, you walked her to the car. “Y/n?” No response was given, only adding to the tension that seemed to radiate from you. When she went to speak again, Maddy could only yelp when her body was pressed against the side of your car.

“Open that mouth again and I’ll be filling it with my dick.” You growled, hand gripping her chin and forcing her to look up at you. Maddy couldn’t lie that the threat wasn’t that terrible. But she also didn’t realize just how mad you were. She didn’t know that your body was practically vibrating, yearning to just fuck her right here for everyone to see.

But you wouldn’t satisfy them with what you were going to do to this girl. No, this was your chance to show her what her actions resulted in.

Maddy’s tears hadn’t deterred you from what you were putting the girl through. Her body trembled with her nails digging into your back. Sobs racking her body from the pure bliss of your cock destroying her fluttering core. Your cock stretched her to unbelievable lengths that would leave her forever sore. The inside of her thighs soaked from the inhuman amount of liquids that had shot free from her aching entrance.

“I- I can’t take another!” Maddy cried, pushing you away just enough to pull most of your length out of her.

But just as she was about to be free, you gripped her waist and slammed your hips against hers. A gasp fell from her lips as her hands grabbed the back of your neck, nails breaking your skin and painting those acrylics crimson. “Where do you think you’re going, Maddy?”

If she was being honest, Maddy doesn’t know how many times you’ve made her cum. She knew that with your tongue, you did it twice. Then she got lost after the fifth with your fingers. Now, she kept going blank whenever your cock speared deep inside her. Leaving her a babbling and sobbing mess, begging for your mercy to give her a moment to breathe. But she should’ve expected this to happen when you had her ride your fingers the entire ride back to your place.

Now, she was left blinded and trembling from your ruthless way of fucking. Not that she was entirely complaining. No one would compete with you when it came to sex.

The sudden blinding light caused Maddy to whimper, turning her head to try and hide the dishevelled state you had put her in. But your large hand grasped her throat. Despite the intention of it, you held her softly. A complete contrast to your cock rearranging her guts. Or the fact that no other cock would be able to fill her up this good.

“Playboy,” a laugh fell from your lips. “This is your ex, isn’t it?”

Maddy didn’t know if she wanted to protest or soak in the fact that you were this jealous that you felt the need to record you fucking her- No. Claim her. But it wasn’t like she had the capacity to actually say anything. Your cock was taking every thought of hers away. She was nothing but a toy for you to use for your own pleasure, and she wasn’t against it. Not when you fucked her this good.

“She looks so gorgeous like this, huh?” You asked aloud. “She’s drunk off my dick, man. Just a slut for me. Ain’t that right, Maddy?”

“Y- Y/n,” Was all that Maddy could offer besides the shameless moans that fell from her lips. Unable to focus on the way your cock ruthlessly dove in and out of her and the removal of your hand from her throat to grope her breasts. Rolling her nipples between your fingers, earning whines in response as Maddy tried to comprehend all the stimulations you acted upon her body.

Angling the camera down, you tutted softly and pressed down on the bulge in her stomach. Each consecutive slam of your hips pushes your cock further out. “Her pussy is made for just me,” you muttered. “So fucking beautiful.”

“You don’t mind if I send this to that asshole, do you?” You inquired with a grunt, hips slamming against hers. “I want him to see just how much you take me so well.”

With the last bit of thought, Maddy pulled you down to kiss her, giving her the answer you needed. Your lips melded with hers as your tongue danced with hers. Easily dominating her as your hips quickened in their past. Leaving Maddy gasping, chasing your lips as her body began to shake. Chest heaving as her head fell back, eyes rolling as you chuckled. Kissing her cheek, showing the love you held for her in contrast to the frustration you felt with your cock etching her walls in your name.

“Control that breathing, baby,” you whispered, kissing one of the tears that slithered down her cheeks. “We’re going to be here for a while.”

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