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#oh now I can feel the ME fixation grabbing me
rafeandonlyrafe · 8 days
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chew toy
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words: 600
warnings: biting/oral fixation? but its not done in a kinky way
rafe is tough. rafe is strong. he’s the one you call for when you can’t open a can, or need something heavy moved. when you think about it, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in any sort of pain, so its a shock when you’re sitting cuddled against his side and he shouts out in pain.
“what is it?” you ask suddenly, eyes widening when the arm you’re resting against flinches.
“what is it?” rafe mocks you. “baby, you just bit me!”
“oh!” you look at rafes bicep, and sure enough theres bite marks on his skin. “oh my god, i didn’t even notice!” “you didn’t notice biting me?” rafe laughs, the shock of the sudden bite wearing off quickly upon seeing your innocent pout, feeling bad about hurting your boyfriend.
“are you mad?” “no.” rafe shakes his head, placing his thumb under your chin to raise your face up to look at him, pressing a kiss to your nose and then your lips. “just be gentle, baby.”
“mmkay.” you nod, wondering if that means you have permission to bite him again in the future, just not as hard.
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as soon as you did it, you can’t stop thinking about biting rafe again. you know what its like to feel attracted to your boyfriend, that you find him delicious looking, but you didn’t expect to suddenly feel the urge to sink your teeth into his soft flesh.
“rafey?” you ask, only able to resist about a week.
“mmm, what is it?” rafe asks, eyes moving away from the tv to look at you.
“can i bite you again?” rafe is shocked for a moment, shocked that you clearly aren’t watching the tv show you put on, too distracted about thinking about biting him.
“yeah, of course. just gently, like i said.” rafe turns back to the tv when you grab his arm, pulling your knees into his chest as you place his arm on top of them, smiling at his tanned forearm right in front of you like its your favorite snack.
you lean forward, teeth sinking into his flesh, your tongue flicking over his arm, making sure to keep your bite gentle enough to not cause rafe to flinch.
by the time the episode is over, rafes arms are both covered in light bite marks.
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“what is it baby?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over your back.
“tummy hurts so bad.” you whine, the cramping from your period hopefully going to settle now that you’ve taken a midol and curled up in bed.
“what can i do to make you feel better? want me to get your heating pad?” rafe asks, but you shake your head no, your body already overheating.
“just come lay down with me?” you pout, grabby hands reaching for rafe.
“of course.” rafe shuffles your bodies around so you can remain in your scrunched up position but still be close to rafe.
“here, baby.” rafe extends his hand to you, the delicate soft part of skin between his thumb and forefinger looking like the perfect fit for your mouth. you look to rafe to make sure you understand what he means, and when he gives you a gentle nod, you lean forward, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when you have your teeth against his skin.
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“what is she doing to you, bro?” kelce asks, his eyebrows scrunched together as you sit next to rafe, mouth open on his shoulder, leaving little nips and bites against his tanned skin.
“don’t mind her. she just likes having something in her mouth.” rafe smirks. sure, it’s not the normal kind of oral fixation, but he doesn’t mind it, liking the way it feels when your canines press into him, a reminder, albeit a slightly painful one, that you’re right there next to him.
“you’re like her chew toy.” kelce says, making you frown and pull away, big eyes looking to rafe.
“shh, he’s just being a dick, babygirl. you can keep going.” rafe talks so gently to you, coaxing you back into his side.
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mingisaddctn · 8 months
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mind over matter | s.mg
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Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay
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the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.
I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.
it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.
mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.
so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.
mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.
twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.
you almost forgot about the cat food.
in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.
holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.
"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.
"what? why?"
"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.
you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.
"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.
you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.
how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—
meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.
you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.
but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.
the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.
all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.
"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.
it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.
"yes."
"are you feeling okay?" he asked.
"yes."
"'then... how should we do it?"
you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.
your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.
"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."
and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.
you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.
but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.
one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.
shit, you moaned.
he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.
placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.
oh. OH.
how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?
"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.
"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."
"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.
before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.
"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.
you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.
"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.
mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.
"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.
feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.
kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.
while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.
without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.
"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.
holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.
the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.
the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.
"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."
OH. FUCK.
you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.
"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.
you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.
"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.
"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?
"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."
"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.
with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.
the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.
you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.
mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.
"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.
the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.
"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"
"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.
it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.
you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.
falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.
"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.
scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."
he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.
"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.
"yeah, you better be."
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f1verse · 23 days
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Pairing: Lando Norris x f! pregnant wife reader
PART 2
MASTERLIST
Warnings: None I think
Credits to pinterest for the pictures!
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"So?" Lando's voice crackles through the phone, his third day away in the UK at the McLaren factory, preparing for the middle of the 2023 season.
"I'm not done yet," Y/N replies, still peeing in the cup. "I don't know if it will be positive… The doctor said it will take a year to clean my system from the contraceptive pills." She speaks with insecurity, fearing the potential loss of something she's not even sure she has yet.
"It will be okay, baby. If it's negative, we'll just keep trying. It's the most fun part of it," Lando reassures his wife, though his nerves are nearly overwhelming. He calms a bit hearing Y/N giggle at his comment.
"Okay, so I'm just putting the test in my pee… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5…" Y/N counts, conducting the pregnancy test in the comfort of their shared home.
"So, now we wait for 10 minutes?" Lando asks, sitting on the sofa before jumping up nervously.
"Yep. Do you want me to tell you my next idea for LN4?" Y/N asks Lando, turning away from the pregnancy test.
"Of course," Lando says, and Y/N starts talking about incredible ideas for LN4 and Quadrant. Though Lando cares about what his wife has to say, only one thing occupies his mind at the moment. He interrupts her. "10 minutes!" he announces, and she hurries to check the pregnancy test.
"Okay…"
"So? Positive or negative?" Lando tries to calm himself with deep breaths.
"I don't know. I have my eyes closed," she confesses, and Lando smiles a little. How he wishes he could be there with her taking the damn test.
"Come on, baby. I don't know if my heart will tolerate another minute. I feel like this test took at least 10 years off my life," Lando says, rubbing his chest anxiously.
Y/N finally gathers the courage to look at the results. She starts crying loudly, and Lando's heart races like he's running a marathon.
"Po… Positive," Y/N says with difficulty, sobbing and crying as she still looks at the positive test.
"Oh my God… Oh my God… Screw this, I'm going home to my babymama," Lando says, tears streaming down his face as he starts packing his things. "I love you so damn much, baby. We're going to be so happy together. Our little family..."
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"Show me, baby, c'mon," Lando asks, lying in bed and gazing at Y/N. Well, not entirely at her, but he's fixated on Y/N's belly.
"Lan, I don't have the bump yet. It feels like I just ate the biggest burger of my life or like I'm bloated," Y/N says before starting to lift up her hoodie.
Lando grabs his phone and eagerly snaps a picture of her. "It shows! Look," he exclaims, showing Y/N the picture. She shakes her head, not quite seeing if there's a bump or not.
"I'm sending this to my mom," Lando declares.
"Are you sure?" Y/N asks, remembering that Lando had mentioned they would fly to the UK to tell his family yesterday.
"Yes, baby. I can't hold it in anymore," Lando says, giving his wife a sweet kiss. She's the love of his life, and she's making his latest dream come true: starting a family together.
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"All I want is for you to be healthy," Lando whispers, stroking Y/n's bump affectionately. She smiles at him and plays with his curls.
Lando talks to the baby every time he can, even if he is away. Y/n has to put Lando on speaker so he can talk with the baby. Currently, both of them are sitting in the doctor's office, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They've been waiting for this moment to finally come and learn the gender of their baby.
"Mr. and Mrs. Norris, welcome. Are you ready to find out the gender of your baby?" The doctor asks and indicates where Y/n has to lay.
"I couldn't sleep last night," Lando confesses, and the doctor laughs, delighted to hear how excited the father is to discover the gender of the baby. The doctor smiles warmly as she begins the ultrasound, carefully moving the wand over Y/n's belly. The room fills with the sound of the baby's heartbeat, a steady rhythm that makes Lando and Y/n gasp. And then, finally, the moment they've been waiting for arrives. The doctor points to the screen.
"Congratulations… you're having a healthy baby girl!" the doctor informs, and Lando kisses Y/n's head as she starts crying upon seeing the ultrasound.
"A girl," he whispers, his voice filled with amazement. "Our daughter, baby."
Tears of happiness stream down Y/n's cheeks as she leans into her husband's embrace, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love wash over her.
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"Hey, baby. Did you not sleep well?" Lando's tone expresses concern for the mother of his child.
"Not much. Then around 3 a.m, I tried playing your voice notes and she finally calmed down," Y/n replies, gently stroking her belly as she talks to Lando.
"She misses her daddy. I want to talk to her, please," Lando requests, and Y/n immediately smiles wide. Since Lando has to be away for his job, he often asks Y/n to talk to their child. She puts the phone on speaker and waits until Lando starts.
"Hi, my beautiful girl. Do you miss your daddy? Daddy will be with you and your beautiful mama soon. But, you should be a good girl for your mommy. You should let her sleep and not cause any trouble." Y/n smiles, though her heart aches a little at having Lando so far away from them. Fortunately, the season is ending soon. "I love you, Isabella. Be a good girl for daddy, okay?"
"God, this kid loves you too much. She's kicking like crazy," she says to Lando while gently stroking her big belly.
"What can I say? My charm is irresistible to my two beauties," y/n giggles, and Lando smiles.
"Remember that you have your appointment with the nutritionist at 11:30, baby. Would you record it? Pretty please. I promise you the biggest chocolate that I can find, and we won't tell anybody," he pleads. It's difficult for him to be away while his pregnant wife deals with doctor appointments and everything else. Luckily, Lando has only missed two ultrasounds, which he of course made his mother film from the moment they entered the room until they left. Lando doesn't want to miss any part of this new chapter of his life.
"And foot massages," y/n says, knowing that Lando will agree to anything.
"Deal. I have to go, baby. We'll be together real soon. I can't wait to be with you." With a soft sigh, Y/n nods understandingly, feeling a mixture of longing and reassurance in Lando's words. She knows that despite the distance, they're in this together, eagerly awaiting the day they'll be reunited.
"Take care of yourself, Lan. I'll make sure to record the appointment," Y/n assures him, her voice filled with warmth and affection.
"I love you, Lando," she adds softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I love you too, baby. More than you'll ever know," Lando replies, his voice filled with tenderness.
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I'm considering a second part, focusing on the birth of Baby Isabella and her first years of life. What do you think?🧡
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messylustt · 5 months
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v.23.10.23 day twelve: dacryphilia ( nsfw )
MY PRETTY CRIAR — miguel o’hara: you never knew how much miguel liked seeing you cry.
marks dacryphilia. blowjob. licking face (tears), over the clothes grinding.
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miguel’s legs were spread wide, his fingers gripped tight around your hair. “uh huh, that’s it…that’s my girl.” you’re gagging around the head of his leaking cock, his hips miss-timely thrusts showing his eagerness to get deeper inside your tight throat. your drool has coated him, dribbled down, the visual only making his hips stutter more. “oh, por favor, cariño…take it deeper, i know you can.” he ruts up into your throat making you gag even harder.
tears had slowly begun to form in your eyes and with his harsher thrusts, desperate and demanding, a few spill, trailing down your cheek. miguel slightly pulls your head back, your lips still wrapped around his cock as he thrusts into your throat. “stay still.” he murmurs, his cock twitching inside your mouth at the sight of your tear stained cheeks, more welling in your eyes. “don’t move, jus’ lemme fuck your throat…” his voice sounds distracted as his mouth opens in pleasure, his gaze fixated on your falling tears.
his free hand shifts to wipe at your cheeks, getting your tears on the pads of his finger. “so…pretty.” he mumbles, your gagging sounds egging him on to continue thrusting into your mouth. “can you swirl that tongue for me, huh? run it along my cock—jus’ like that, yeah…” miguel is nearing his orgasm, his thrusting turning sloppy as he mutters praises. when he spills down your throat, finally letting your hair go, you lean back and take a breath, making sure to swallow all of him.
but before you can do anything more, miguel is grabbing you and placing you on his lap. grabbing your face, he runs the pads of his fingers along the soft skin of your cheek. your eyes have stopped watering, but your tears are still staining your skin. miguel pulls you closer to him, licking at your cheeks and right under your eyes, almost groaning at the salty taste of your tears. “can you cry again f’me?” he mutters into your skin.
“cry?” you ask, confused. “uh huh.” he murmurs back. and that’s when you feel his cock already hard again underneath you. he moves you around to straddle him as he forces your back to arch more. you gasp when you feel his firm hand slapping your ass and earning the tears to appear again. miguel smirks, humming in approval as he slaps again, making your hips jolt into him and a tear fall.
“that’s it sweetheart, lemme see.” miguel pulls you closer to him, as he relishes in the way that your tears slide down your cheeks. he begins to move your hips along his bulge, needing the friction as he grabs the back of your head, and licks right across your cheek. “carajo….” he licks at your skin as he grinds up into you. “don’t stop.” he says, as you sniffle, the tears drying up. another slap and they fall again, your nose now a pretty red as your eyes shimmer. “there’s my girl…”
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worldlxvlys · 1 month
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Hi! Idk if you take requests but the only thing g I can literally think about is a reader with and oral fixation who literally just wants to suck Matt off 24/7,or like reaching for his fingers while yall are doing it 😩😭. Sorry if this was weird but it’s definitely an idea 😭. Have a lovely day/night 🤍
sweats
matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttt, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, cursing, lots of dirty talk
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when i arrived at the triplet’s house, matt was the only person i saw.
he was sitting on the couch, man-spreading with his arm across the back of it.
my eyes immediately went to his crotch, noticing that his sweats accentuated the outline of his bulge.
he knew exactly what he was doing.
he smirked up at me as i approached him.
“your brothers home?” i asked as i leaned over him, resting my hands on his thighs.
“nope”
“good. wouldn’t want them to hear the way you whimper my name, would we?” i asked as i sank down onto my knees between his legs.
his chest heaved in anticipation and he stared down at me with wide eyes, “here? what if they come back?”
my hands crept up his thighs, finding their way to the waistband.
“you wanna post slutty pictures like that? i’ll make you cum out here like one” i spoke before tugging his sweats down.
he lifted his hips up quickly, helping me to take them off.
“someone’s eager, huh?” i asked.
he playfully rolled his eyes, “shut up”
i grabbed his clothed dick, making him groan in surprise, “excuse me?”
i squeezed him lightly, making his hips buck up into my hand, “sorry, sorry” he spoke quickly.
i gave him a lick through his boxers, making him whine out.
as he started to get worked up from the teasing, i pulled his boxers down, watching his dick lightly slap his stomach.
i wrapped my hand around his shaft, and my mouth hovered above him.
“been thinkin’ about this pretty cock all day” i spoke, looking up at him through my lashes.
“oh my god” he moaned out at the feeling of my lips brushing against his tip.
i spit onto him, letting my saliva drip down his length.
“wanna feel you in the back of my throat baby” i spoke before i licked his tip lightly.
“fuck” he whispered.
i let my tongue dip into his slit for a second, and he lost it.
“oh my god, oh my- fuck! please, please, need your mouth” he yelled as his fingers gripped the couch under him.
he squirmed and shifted around continuously.
“yeah? fuck my mouth, baby” i spoke before wrapping my mouth around him.
“ohh shit, feels so good” he spoke as he pushed his hips into my mouth, making me take him deeper.
my nose hit his pelvic bone as i felt him deep in my throat.
i took one of his hands in mine, guiding it to my throat.
“oh my god, is that-?” he started, eyes widening when he felt the bulge he created in my throat.
“mmmhmmm” i moaned against him, making him groan out.
his dick fit in my throat perfectly, as though it was made to be there.
i drooled around him slightly as i focused on his base, continuing to deep-throat him.
“you’re so fucking good, always take me so deep” he moaned.
my mouth created wet, dirty slurping noises around him.
i brought one of my hands up to play with his balls, making him cry out.
“i’m cumming! fuck, fuck!” he spoke as he shot his load down my throat.
i took him out of my mouth, replacing it with my hand.
his eyes rolled into the back of his head as i stroked him, my spit helping my hand to glide up and down his length quickly.
“oh my g-god” he whined.
“i want you to remember this moment whenever you put on those sweatpants” i spoke as his legs twitched around me.
“you fit in my hand so perfectly, baby” i told him. he moaned in response.
“are you ok, my love? i can stop if you want”
“no! please, fuck. d-don’t stop!” he yelled.
“i’m so wet right now” i moaned out, twisting my hand around him.
“you make such pretty faces when you cum, baby. could probably get off on that alone” i spoke.
“wanna make you cum too, ma” he whined as he furrowed his eyebrows.
“that’s sweet, baby. but let’s focus on you, okay?” his cock twitched in my hand, as he was close to finishing.
“come on, matt. cum all over my face”
his eyes widened at that, jaw hanging open as his body began to shake.
i held my tongue out as his seed shot out of his tip, landing on my tongue, face, and neck.
“o-ohhhh, shit!” he whimpered as i licked his dick clean and swallowed.
even once my mouth was completely off of him, he shuddered and twitched.
“you did so good for me” i spoke as i cupped his jaw with my hand.
i placed a light peck to his lips and rubbed his arm soothingly.
“ those sweatpants are now my favorite” he spoke, “i will be wearing those every day”
“if you can handle it, then be my guest baby”
🌸🌸🌸🌸
i love you <33
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diddybok · 7 months
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i’m actually obsessed with the kinks drabble u did, can u pls do it for the maknae line 🙏🏽
i picked yours to be the one to hold the absolute chaos that is abt to unfold. so i hope you were waiting patiently my love coz here it is!
all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)
➩pairing: maknae line x gn!reader
➩genre(s): smut, pwp
➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), penetration (not specified what hole, this one is for all the delulu’s out there) , kinks: mask, praise, degradation, oral fixation. 
➩wc: 10.3k (10331)
➩author’s note: here it is. the long awaited maknae line. this is the second longest(?) fic i’ve done. but now i can continue working on my seungmin fic that’s a part of the afterglow series. now THAT is something to wait for *lip bite emoji*
➩part(s): previous
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jisung | mask | 2.1k (2188) words
“Ji! Can you come here for a second?” You call from the bathroom. Your hands are currently around your back trying to do up the zipper of your costume, but it won’t budge. 
Jisung comes running in, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. 
“What happened? I came as fast as I could!” He asks, scanning you up and down. 
You furrow your eyebrows at his dramatics before shaking your head softly. You turn away from him and point to your back. 
“Zipper won’t go up. Can you try for me?”
“Oh, yeah sure.”
As Jisung grabs the zip and tugs it a few times, it finally closes. You thank him and step back, assessing yourself in the mirror. 
You and Jisung were invited to a halloween party and you decided, obviously, to go in a couple’s costume. It’s your favourite pastime for both of you really. Pretending as if you two are a couple when really you’re just best friends, but the public doesn’t need to know that. 
You also told his parents that the two of you were dating as a joke, but he doesn’t know that. You are exceptionally good at keeping up with the whole ‘significant other’ appearances. 
“I can’t believe we’re gonna be the best dressed at the party and we haven’t even arrived yet.” Jisung says, flexing in the mirror. 
You stifle a laugh as you admire your handiwork. You were in charge of picking the costume and making sure to get the props and makeup correct. You decided that you wanted to go as Ghost and Soap from Call of Duty.
Okay, not exactly a couple’s costume, but you wouldn’t stop pestering Jisung to be Ghost saying that he would look good in a skull mask until he finally caved and agreed. 
Now you’re having regrets as he is feeling himself a little too much and he is looking a little too good doing so. You have yet to see him with his full mask and headgear on as he requested for you to give him a black smokey eye. 
You use your thumb to wipe some of the excess eyeshadow that rests on the top of his cheek and you give him one playful tap. He thanks you and immediately grabs the rest of his costume. 
What a good job you did because he is starting to seriously look too sexy for his own good. You can barely look at him as he assembles his mask and headgear. Then he turns to face you, his arms out wide. 
Oh. 
Wow. 
This is certainly a strange feeling you are experiencing inside of you right now. He looks, to put it plainly, delectable. And you seriously would want nothing more than to take a bite out of him-
“Y/n? Let’s go~” Jisung says, clicking in front of your face. 
You shake those inappropriate thoughts from your brain. You are not to think of him that way, absolutely not. 
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The party most definitely helps to distract from the glory that is Jisung. You have loosened up a little, enjoying the music, people’s costumes and the atmosphere as a whole. 
“Y/n! God I’ve been looking everywhere for you. We can’t be a couple’s costume if we’re constantly separated, you know.” Jisung yells over the loud music, frowning. 
You look up at him, his beautiful big brown eyes standing out from the white mask. Perhaps convincing him that this would be a good costume was not good for your mental wellbeing after all. 
“Yeah…maybe.”
“What do you mean yeah maybe? Just yes.” he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you close. You can smell his cologne, the one you bought him for his birthday. You take a deep breath. “Come, let’s go upstairs for a bit.” He says starting to lead you towards the staircase. 
Your eyes widen and you try to plant your feet on the ground. 
“Wait, just us? Like alone? Why?” You stammer. 
He just looks at you as if you aren’t thinking straight. He tries to move you again but you don’t budge. You see him roll his eyes before you let out a questionable noise of surprise as he picks you up and carries you up the stairs. 
He jiggles the handles of a few doors before finding an unlocked room. Being mindful not to bash your head or your feet, he manoeuvres his way through the doorway and places you gently on the bed. As you settle the unwanted swarm of butterflies in your stomach, Jisung goes over to the door and locks it. 
“Why are we up here Ji?” You ask, your hands fiddling with a zip on your costume as you look around the room. 
He takes off his helmet to free his hair; his mask shortly follows and he blinks to adjust to the light. Running a hand through the messy locks, he sits down beside you on the bed. 
“Just needed a moment away y’know? It was getting a bit much down there. You really had to pick a costume that would draw all the attention to us huh?” He says nudging you with his elbow. 
You wince slightly, rubbing the side of your ribs before squinting at him. 
“You told me you wanted to be the centre of attention. I should be hearing a thank you, not complaints.” Jisung shakes his head at your words. 
“I think it’s this mask, or the combat gear, or both. It’s certainly getting a rile off people.” He says in all seriousness. You miss the way his eyes lingers on you with a pointed look before they cast away to a corner of the room. 
“Well of course. A mask automatically makes somebody look way more fuckable.” You say nonchalantly. 
He turns to you, a smug smile on his face. 
“Are you saying I’m only fuckable with this mask on?” Jisung says in a sultry tone. 
You blink, seemingly caught like a deer in headlights. Has his voice always sounded so enticing?
“You and I both know that isn’t the case. But it damn sure helps your case.” Jisung gawks at this. His arm moving behind your waist and settling dangerously close to your ass as he leans in closer to you. 
“My case huh?” He tilts his head at you, eyes squinting slightly. “You mean to say you wouldn’t fuck me in all my glory right now?” He questions, his voice nearing a whisper. 
“Are you drunk?”
“Off you, yeah.”
You roll your eyes and lightly smack his chest. He grabs your hand gently and tugs your arm, making you involuntarily fall into his chest. You try to move back, but his other arm lowers you down onto the bed, caging you in. He smirks at you. 
“Want me to put the mask on?” He removes his grasp on your hand and his fingers dance along your jaw. “That way it doesn’t technically count as me, but Ghost, who gets to have his way with you.” He purrs. 
What the fuck is in the air tonight? Is Phil Collins playing somewhere?! You awkwardly chuckle. 
“You know we’re only supposed to act like a couple in front of other people right? Nobody is having their way with anybody.” You say more to yourself rather than to him. 
You knew it was a lie the minute it came out of your mouth. Now your costume is broken from the sheer force of Jisung and his manly ways of needing to rid you of your clothes. 
“Fuck, fuck yes. You’re so fucking tight baby, shit~” Jisung, or rather ‘Ghost’ says as he grinds down into you. 
The way he calls you baby makes your heart flutter. It’s not as if he hasn’t before, but those times he wasn’t, well, in you. 
You really can’t believe he is inside of you right now. Inside of you whilst he adorns that incredibly sexy skull mask. 
His deep grunts and the sound of the headboard banging against the wall over the muffled music from downstairs sends a shot of ecstasy straight into your veins. 
“Bet you couldn’t fuckin’ keep it together at the thought of me in this mask huh? I seen the way you were looking at me downstairs darling, fuck, just had to get you all to myself. Couldn’t take much more of your pretty eyes looking at me like that any longer.” Jisung says as he repositions himself onto his knees. 
He grabs your waist, your back arching off the bed as he uses you like his personal fleshlight. 
The sounds of your moans are sure to make anybody who walks by stop and listen. No doubt blushing profusely whilst needing to quickly flee to give you your privacy. 
Your hands reach up, grasping anything they could get a hold of. You manage to grab a buckle from his helmet and you lift your head to look at his mask. 
“Ah fuck Y/n. Please don’t look at me like that. You’re squeezin’ so tight around me every time you look at my face. Driving me fuckin’ insane baby.” Jisung says, his fingers digging deeper into your waist as he pounds into you harder. 
His grunts turn into that of a whine. His breath no doubt, creating condensation inside of his mask. 
You run your fingers over the dips and curves of his mask. His hand trails to your back, lifting your body up so that your chest is flush against him.
Not casting your eyes away from the mask, you begin to grind down into his lap. His hands settle on the curve of your back, his fingers harshly gripping the supple flesh. 
“Y/n—”
You just wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting on his shoulder as you start to bounce up and down. Jisung gladly meets you halfway by thrusting up into you at full force. 
“Baby I can’t, not when you feel this good. I’m, shit, I’m gonna come Y/n.” Jisung whines, his breath becoming short. 
“Me too Ji. I’m about to—”
“Come with me Y/n. Please, please I need you to feel good with me baby.” Jisung says. He releases one of his hands from you and he throws his helmet and mask off. 
The sight with him wearing the mask is certainly one to engrave into your brain. But Jisung with his hair messy, eyes full blown with desire; only for you. Sweat dripping down his hairline and his plump lips parted as he releases quick breaths is something you would pay to see over and over again. 
His hand makes his way to your chest, pinching and twisting the hardened bud before enveloping it with his mouth. 
The sensation of his mouth on your nipple and his relentless fucking up into makes you see stars. You throw your head back, stilling your movements as you come. 
If Jisung wasn’t catching feelings already then he did after he heard his name so gorgeously mewled from your lips; sending him over the edge as he pumped his load inside of you. 
He shouldn't have, but he did. You simply felt just too good. 
As you both come down from your high with heavy pants and small chuckles here and there, you assess the damage done. 
Not to your relationship, but rather your clothes. 
“So, through your fit of horny rage, did it occur to you that ripping apart my only costume that I brought would leave me topless?” You ask him with a raised eyebrow. 
He looks down at your exposed chest, then at the floor where your broken top resides. 
“Can’t you put it on and, y’know, just hold it tight whilst we find our way outta here?” He suggests. 
You look down at the costume. Sure, some of it may be salvageable, doesn’t mean you want to hold it up to your chest and risk some drunkard bumping into you causing you to release your grip. 
You get off the bed and start looking through the chest of drawers. Certainly not appropriate to do in somebody else’s home, but you don’t feel too bad considering their house will be trashed to a point where a large amount of money will need to be invested into replacing and fixing the damages. 
Luckily, you find a shirt. You go to put it on but Jisung stops you. He takes the shirt from your hands and he opens it up, gently dressing you. Once he pulls the shirt over your head, he places a totally platonic kiss to your soft lips. 
You tilt your head up at him, a silent question that he seems to understand. 
“Because I want to take it off you, actually take my time with you when we get back and do it properly. Do it for real.” He says, his voice above a mere whisper. 
Grabbing your hand, he leads the two of you out of the party. You can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. 
Who knew that Jisung wearing a mask would lead to this point? Not you, that’s for sure!
felix | praise | 2.2k (2205) words
The clock reads 01:36 am as you make your way to the skate park. The day was filled with sun and blue sky promising you a nice clear night sky covered in a blanket of stars. You climb the ramp and your senses are already filled with Felix. 
“Thought you said you were gonna get here before me?” Felix teases not moving from his current position. You scoff lightly and wiggle your way into his arms and under the blanket. 
Sure this may be slightly intimate for friends to do, but you know that Felix is a touchy person and you don’t mind all that much. Especially when he is the only one who agrees to stargaze with you at late hours of the night. 
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Time passes by and the two of you lay there listening to your playlist and the crickets. 
“Lix?”
“Hmm?”
“I finished reading the book that I had been putting off for ages” You say smiling softly. You feel his head turn to look down at you, so you meet his eyes, tilting your head up from his chest. 
“Seriously?” You nod. “Wow, I’m so proud of you angel! Did you enjoy it?” He gleams. 
Your brain takes a second to process what he has just said. Your face faltering and your hand that laid flat on his chest, now bunching up his shirt. 
“Y/n? Did you enjoy it?” Felix asks again, chuckling softly at your fist balling up his shirt. You could only release a small hum in agreement. Felix looks back up to the stars and you miss the cocky smirk that now adorns his face. 
“Hm, you’ve made me proud so far. You wanna use your words and tell me what you liked about the book like the good little angel you are?” Felix speaks lowly. 
You can’t help but to squeeze your thighs together because of the way he is praising you right now. What has gotten into him? More specifically, what has gotten into you?!
“Uh, I liked how there was a story in the book” You say hurriedly, looking at the stars. Anything but him. Felix lets out a roar of laughter which inevitably snaps you out of your trance. 
“Why are you laughing?” You groan, unaware of the nonsensical sentence you had just said. 
He just shakes his head and pulls you closer into his embrace. His hand starts to stroke at your side and you are suddenly becoming extremely aware of the proximity between the two of you. 
“Oh look, a shooting star!” You lie, pointing up to the sky to try and ease the tension. 
However, Felix, much to your dismay, was not looking up at the sky, but rather at you. Looking at you like either the only person in the world, or the tastiest sweet treat he has ever seen. 
Does he want to dote on you or eat you? You really can’t decipher which as you study his face. 
“Why are you looking at me like that…”
“You’re just so good, so so sweet. I love having you in my life. I’m always so proud of everything you do. Makes me wanna keep you all to myself and not let anyone experience your sweetness.” Felix says, his other hand lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. Something you are really struggling to do. 
You gulp, unsure of the feelings that bubble in the pit on your stomach. 
“M’serious. You have the most gorgeous smile doll, so pretty.”
Butterflies? Perhaps butterflies are fluttering in your stomach. 
“Especially when I’m the one that makes you smile. I shouldn’t say this, but I think about you all the time. You’re always on my mind, Y/n.” Felix says, his eyes now wondering to the twinkles in the sky. 
You can’t breathe. You know he likes to get personal, but not like this. Never like this. Something is different with the way he’s talking to you. It has been ever since the last time you were at the skate park with him and he told you how pretty you looked. 
It may have been a slip of the tongue, but you expressed to him that you like when he would praise you. 
Now the little shit has found a way to constantly fluster you. 
“All good thoughts I hope.” You say breaking the silence that was brewing between the two of you. 
“Of course. Could never be anything bad with you angel. Even if I was upset with you, all you have to do is just look at me with those perfect eyes and I’m yours. Can’t ever stay mad at you,” he shakes his head. “Never.”
You sit up, looking down at him with your mouth agape. He turns to look towards you, his arm going under his head to prop it up. He’s clearly been going to the gym recently because his arms are getting toned, and bigger. 
The protruding veins on his forearms are enough to make you drool. 
“Why would you say all that to me knowing I can’t kiss you for it.” You say, crossing your arms. He chuckles at you. 
“Who says you can’t?”
You look around the empty skate park as if the answer was obvious. 
“Uh, literally the number one rule in the rulebook of best friends? It’s the same for everyone ever. You kiss and you open up a door of complications.” You say matter-of-factly. 
Felix sits up, the blanket falling from his chest and pooling at his waist. He places his hand in the space between your crossed legs as he dips his head slightly under to look at you through his eyelashes. 
“Fuck the rulebook. You know you and I don’t follow rules anyways. That’s why we hop the locked gate to the park almost every night.” He states, smirking. 
You can’t argue with that. He got you there. Though you aren’t done putting up a fight so you shake your head to disagree with something you clearly agree with him on. 
“Well yes, but no. We can’t kiss.”
“I wanna kiss you.” He says looking at your lips. 
“I just said we can’t.”
“Let me kiss you Y/n.” He licks his lips, his gaze unwavering. 
You hesitate, but stand strong in this battle as you shake your head. 
“Lix, strictly prohibited.”
“One teeny tiny kiss can’t hurt.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low. 
Gosh he looks so pretty underneath the moonlight. He literally has a twinkle in his eye. Not to mention his own set of stars that are sprinkled across his nose and under his eyes. 
“I…want to, but—”
“But you’re talking too much. Let’s busy your lips shall we? Be my good little angel and kiss me.” He whispers, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.
You aren’t the world’s strongest soldier as you close the distance between you. Your lips entwine with his and fall into a rhythmic pattern almost immediately. 
He smiles into the kiss whispering a ‘There you go doll’ making you squeeze those thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. 
It’s cold outside, but the heat that your bodies emit are keeping you both warm as your body’s move in tandem. He kneels as you are on all fours, taking him down your throat. 
“Y-yes~ So good. Just like that for me, doll. Just like that.” Felix moans as he pushes your head up and down his throbbing length. 
Eager to please, you hollow your cheeks, taking him as far down your throat as you can get him. You moan around him and his head falls back as he holds your head down and thrusts into your mouth, making you gag. 
“Good fucking angel. Taking me so far down that pretty little throat of yours. Shit, you gonna let me fuck your pretty hole? Please baby, make me happy and let me fuck you slow.”
He releases his hold on you and repositions himself. The blanket is now being used as a barrier between your naked bodies and the cold concrete beneath you. 
Risky considering a guard could decide to do their job tonight and parole the park, but they never do. And that is at the farthest part of your brain as you now crawl up Felix’s body. Rubbing yourself up and down his length. 
He releases a soft grunt, grabbing your hips forcing you to stop your movement. 
“Don’t tease.” He warns as he raises his eyebrow at you giving you a firm smack on your ass. 
You giggle, biting your lip as you attempt to move your hips once more before he smacks you harder this time. 
“Naughty. Don’t start acting up now doll or else I won’t be so nice hm? Will you be good for me?” He asks lifting your hips slightly as he grabs his dick. He pumps it once before he runs it over your core a couple of times. 
Realising he was waiting for your answer, you nod vigorously. He smiles at you before sinking you down on his cock, both of you letting out a long, breathy moan. 
“So warm, so tight, fuck you’re choking me darling.” Felix growls, thrusting up into you slowly. 
You rest your hands on his chest, meeting his thrusts halfway. 
“Oh look at you. You wanna take the lead? Go on then doll. Ride me, but go slow baby yeah?” He lays still, his hands busying themselves with your nipples.
Taking his command, you start to ride him slowly. You close your eyes as you cherish each vein, each ridge of his dick as your walls envelope him. 
“You look so pretty on top of me Y/n. Mm, I will never get this image out of my head. You’re made for me.” He pulls you down so that your chest lays on his as he starts to thrust up into you. He simply couldn’t resist the temptation that is you. 
“Shit, can’t let you go after this. I’ll be damned if you fuck anybody else. You can’t, you’re mine now. Say it. Open your eyes, doll and tell me you’re mine.” He speaks into your ear before turning your head to face him. 
“I’m yours Felix. Always have been.” You say with a soft whimper. 
“Ah fuck~ Good. You’re damn right you always have been, my angel.” He starts to speed up, his hand trailing to between your legs to give you that extra stimulation. 
“Lix I’m close.” You say, meeting his thrusts again as you whine loudly. 
“I know baby, I know. Wanna come for me? Yeah you do. Be my good little angel and come on this cock.” 
That was all you needed as you gushed all over him. Your legs quiver as you clench tightly around him. 
“That’s it, feel good on my cock doll. You’re squeezin’ me so fucking tight love.” Felix’s voice is shaky as he wraps his arms around your waist and begins to chase his release. 
He only lasts a couple more thrusts before he’s moaning your name so beautifully in your ear as he releases inside of you. You feel it, there’s so much as he empties his dick all in your hole. 
You look down to where the two of you connect, his hips finally stilling as he breathes heavily. You lift up off of him and the mixture of your climax seeps out and drops back onto his length. Following put, Felix looks down at the mess you’ve both made, smiling smugly. 
He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing tightly before he smacks it. 
“Clean it up.”
Without a second thought, you move down and settle between his legs. With your ass perched in the air, you don’t waste time as you lick up and down his length. Sucking his balls into your mouth as you collect every last drop of the result of tonight’s escapades. 
He has to grab your hair and pull your head up, the feeling of your tongue and soft wet mouth too much for an overstimulated Felix. 
“Okay okay, shit, you did such a good job for me. Never expected anything less from my angel. M’so proud of you, c’mere.” He says, opening his arms wide. 
You move to lay beside him and he folds the both of you up in the blanket. To the best of his ability anyway. 
You both calm down, your senses momentarily heightened. Stroking your arm he litters the side of your head and your forehead with kisses. He then lifts your chin up to face him, planting a deeply soft kiss to your lips. 
“I’m so proud of you. My little star,” Another kiss. “You shine brighter than all of the ones in the sky,” Another kiss. “I promise. You’re mine, I’m yours.” His voice, a softly spoken promise. 
“I’m yours, you’re mine.” You say, smiling at him. 
Felix doesn’t have to play pretend in the little world he has created that consists of you and him as now he gets to finally live in the reality of it. And you, you’re just happy to be a part of this new constellation that’s been written in the stars. 
seungmin | degradation | 2.9k (2929) words
“Oh I would. I definitely would. ‘Til my jaw locks, the neighbours know their name, the wallpaper peels off the wall. You would need at least ten big bodied people to try to pry me off of them. I am so serious.” You practically drool. 
You were showing Seungmin edits of your current celebrity crushes, having said extremely vulgar things about them and just what you would do for the past thirty minutes.  
And no, you do not care if these said crushes may also consist of pixelated characters from games. If a person is attractive, they are attractive. You are not fussy. 
Seungmin on the other hand has had to deal with his inbox of all his social media being full of edits that you bombard him with. Safe to say he is sick of it. 
“You are disgusting” Seungmin groans. 
“Yep. They so could have me in any position”
“Have you no shame?”
“Any day of the week.”
“Y/n, stop.”
“For them I am simply a hole-”
“Jesus fucking christ! Can you for once in your life not act like a fucking slut?” Seungmin questions, raising his voice slightly. 
Oh. Oh. 
You stop dead in your tracks, gulping loudly. You don’t say another word. Fearful for if you open your mouth, you will plead him to say it again. 
“What now you’re silent?” He scoffs and looks over at you, monitoring your face. You still don’t move, not even to scroll through more edits on your phone. The same sound playing over and over. He sees the way you tightly grasp the fabric of your joggers before bringing his eyes back to your face. 
“You liked that…didn’t you?” He quizzes, inching closer to you on the sofa. He places one hand on the arm-rest and the other rests near the back of your head; caging you in. When you don’t respond, he gently grabs a hold of your chin with his fingers. 
“I asked you a question. Or are you too stupid to rack your brain to think of anything other than being used for your body?” He whispers.
You just came. Well you think you just did. If you didn’t, you are surely on your way. 
“…No.” You meekly respond. 
He laughs softly, pulling away and moving to his side of the sofa again. 
“Oh okay. Was just making sure.” Seungmin says with a shit-eating grin. 
You furrow your eyebrows at this, looking at him quizzically. 
“What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean you were just making sure? Making sure of what?” You ramble. 
Seungmin just hums, ignoring your array of questions. He busies himself with his phone, completely shutting you out. 
That incident happened on Monday, it is now Saturday. Something has shifted between the two of you, at least you think it has. 
It is not rare for the two of you to bash heads. It is usually you getting on Seungmin’s nerves and he always cusses you out for it. Except the way he has been doing it since Monday has been…interesting. 
It’s like he knows something about you. About the way you react to the way he raises his voice at you. The way he scoffs a laugh at you when you fail again at a level on the video game the two of you play. Or the way he downright disrespects you.
It’s stressing you out to say the least. When he acts cold and distant to you and then immediately blows up on you for even suggesting that he is acting weird. 
You decided to give him some space during the week to sort out whatever mood swing he was going through.
You are at his house now for ‘Sleepless Saturday’s’. This was a tradition between the two of you and his other two roommates Jeongin and Chris. 
First you all do some gaming, then you all stuff your faces with whatever food you want and now you begin the movie marathon. Luckily for you, it’s your turn to choose what everyone watches this Saturday. 
Due to the fact that Seungmin had been off with you all week, you decided that you were going to torture him with choosing a movie franchise that he particularly doesn’t like. 
It was only fair considering what he had put you through. You have never been so confusingly horny ever in your entire life. 
As the boys come into the room with drinks and snacks you hear a groan from Jeongin and Seungmin. Chris just snickers to himself as he sits down in his designated seat. 
“Right, who here pissed you off?” Jeongin says, looking at you before turning to the other guys.  “You know this only happens when you piss Y/n off! And I know for damn sure it wasn’t me so you better own up or I will make all of you watch the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings next Saturday.”
At that, all of your eyes go wide as you plead with Jeongin. Chris complaining at how he wasn’t the one to blame and Jeongin confirming that it couldn’t possibly have been him. 
All eyes fall to Seungmin who sits there snacking on some popcorn. He looks up to see eyes on him and he throws his hands in the air. 
“What are you looking at me for?” Seungmin groans. 
“If it wasn’t me or him, that only leaves you, genius.” Jeongin says, shaking his head at Seungmin. 
Seungmin’s mouth falls open as he struggles to get words out. He looks from them to you, to which you quickly divert your eyes to the television screen. 
“Dude, come on. Whatever you did to Y/n just apologise.” Chris says. 
You are trying to hide your smile by taking a sip of your drink. You can always trust Jeongin to up the ante. 
“I didn’t do anything!” Seungmin retorts. He keeps trying to catch your eye to have you side with him and convince them that they are just blowing this out of proportion, but you don’t give in so easily. 
“You clearly did if we are all watching the Twilight Saga tonight.”
“Alright guys let’s calm down. The longer we argue the longer it takes for me to see some sexy vampires and werewolves on the screen. Sit down, I’m pressing play.” You say, breaking it up. 
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The start of the second film has begun and you can feel a pair of eyes on you. Subtly, you stretch and turn your head to confirm the suspicions. 
Seungmin stares at you with squinted eyes and you furrow your eyebrows in return. You almost miss it, but he points to the stairs before immediately getting up. 
The other boys don’t pay him any mind as they, though they complained, are entranced by the film. 
“Innie I’m cold, can I borrow a hoodie?” You ask.
“Yeah, just get one from my room.” He never pries his eyes away from the screen. “You know where. Just don’t—”
“Go in the second drawer yeah I know.” You say rolling your eyes and running up the stairs. 
Passing Jeongin’s room, you go straight into Seungmin’s. He sits on the bed with his head in his hands. 
“What?” You ask, folding your arms. He immediately stands up, walking past you to close his door. As he does, you get a whiff of his cologne and it smells delectable. 
You have barely been in close proximity to him the whole day let alone the whole week, afraid that he will just snap at you. 
“What the fuck Y/n?” He says in a hushed tone, careful not to be too loud. 
“What do you mean?”
“Why have you been acting so weird? You’ve been so on edge around me today and then you chose Twilight as the film’s for us to watch. I.N’s right, you only do that when you’re pissed off. Did I do something?” Seungmin says, genuinely worried. 
You fiddle with your fingers, trying to voice your feelings. 
“You’ve been acting so strange since Monday…”
“This again? Jesus Y/n what about Monday?” Seungmin says, now frustrated. 
You scoff and turn around. Trying to open the door to his room. It opens slightly before it gets slammed shut, his hand right by your head. 
“Y/n. You do not walk away from me when I’m trying to have a conversation with you. Especially when I don’t know what I’ve done.” Seungmin says quietly behind you. 
“Seungmin, this couldn't wait until tomorrow?” 
He drops his head and you can feel his breath tickle the back of your neck. 
“You’re killing me Y/n. Using my full name? Please just tell me. Tell me what I did.” He whispers against your ear. 
Your chest rises and falls heavily at the lack of distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath. 
“You were mean to me.”
He turns your body around so that you are facing him, his hands never break contact from holding you, his thumb stroking your arms softly. 
“Was I? What did I say?”
“You said that I was a slut.”
Seungmin stares at you before he breaks out into a smile. He covers his mouth and recomposes himself. 
“No I never. I said that you act like a slut. And was I wrong? No again. But you liked it didn’t you, sweetheart?”
Your mouth falls open. How has he flipped this back on you? 
“Don’t tempt me with your open mouth Y/n. You know I’d love to shut you up in a way I know you would like.” He caresses your cheek with his hand. 
“F-fuck you Seungmin.” You stammer, embarrassed. He just laughs at you, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he tilts his head at you. 
“No you want me to? I bet you do. Wanna open those legs for me like the filthy little whore you are huh? Want me to fuck you like you crave? Like the needy little cumslut you are?” Seungmin says, his voice now in a low timbre. 
You hope the boys are so entranced that they can’t hear you become a moaning mess for your best friend upstairs. 
It doesn’t help how he’s been calling you his dirty little plaything ever since he shoved his cock down your throat. Then pumped his fingers in and out of you as he sucked, licked and went to town on you with that dangerously long (and skilled) tongue of his. 
Now you find yourself with your legs draped over his shoulders as he shows no mercy with his hips as he thrusts in and out of you at full speed. 
“Yeah, take it slut. You’re not good for anything other than opening up those legs of yours. You just let anyone fuck you like this?” He lands a hard slap to your ass making you moan. “Huh? I asked you a question, you better fucking answer it.” He growls. 
“N-no. Never.” You mewl, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 
You hear him laugh at you. The fucker is laughing at you as he takes you to pound town. 
“Never knew my best friend was so needy for cock. Yeah your fingers and your toys with your little fantasies of your crushes don’t do shit. You needed, no, wanted to feel like my own little sex doll didn’t you?” He says chuckling. 
He slows down, putting both of your ankles on his right shoulder as he presses your legs into your chest and grinds down, hitting you so unbelievably deep. That delicious spot inside getting stroked time and time again as he rolls his hips into you. 
The sweat off his forehead drips just below your eye, mixing with the tears that make their descent down the side of your cheek, wetting the side of your head. 
He is enjoying the way you react, the way you clench around him tightly every single time he degrades you. Caught up in the heat of it all, he licks a stripe of your tears, humming at the salty taste. 
Your mouth, open and panting for air, gets intruded by his tongue licking along your own before enclosing his mouth around yours, swallowing your moans. 
This is all so filthy. So vulgar. So good. 
The kiss is wet, sloppy and a mix of both of you breathing into each other’s mouths. He pulls away with your bottom lip between his teeth. He bit so hard he very nearly drew blood. The pain just mixes with the pleasure as you whine at the sensation to which he licks and soothes the bite marks that he’s created. 
He dips his head down, kissing, sucking and blowing cool air on your neck before speaking low in your ear.
“You’re such a dirty hole. My own personal—fuck, tight little hole for me to fill up. Aren’t you? Shit~”
“Min I can’t. Too much.” You say as your hands travel down his back, your nails scraping so hard it breaks the skin. 
“Yes you can. You can take it Y/n, come on. It’s what you were made for. You were made to be used, you can fucking take it.”
“Minnie m’gonna fucking come.” You cry out. 
He shakes his head. 
“No the fuck you’re not you dumb little hole. Ngh, you’re gonna make me come first. I’m first, then you can. Mkay?” Seungmin says, his voice betraying the authoritative demeanour he adopted as it cracks slightly; turning into a desperate whine. 
You try to be good for him, holding the coil that threatens to burst any minute now. 
“Fuck I’m coming. Shit Y/n, I’m coming.” He says, his hands roughly gripping the pillow beside your head as he unloads into you. 
“Please, please, please!” You whine, rocking your hips to chase your own release. 
Knowing you’re about to snap, he moves one of his hands between your thighs, stimulating you at your core whilst trying his hardest to fuck you through your orgasm. 
You swear you’ve never come this hard. Let alone this much. Your legs are uncontrollably shaking. You milk him dry and he makes sure you ride out your high for as long as possible before he collapses half on you, half on the bed. 
You try to catch your breath, but it is proving difficult. 
“Y/n take a deep breath for me sweetheart.” Seungmin says, catching his own breath as he strokes your forehead as places gentle kisses to your eyelids and cheeks. 
You take three deep breaths and are able to regulate your breathing to soft pants now. 
He pulls out of you, moaning at the loss of warmth, but also at the mess that spills out of you. He moves down the bed, cleaning you up. Eagerly lapping up the result of both of your climaxes. 
You don’t think you can take anymore of the overstimulation and you weakly push his head away to which he laughs that sexy laugh of his again. 
“Okay okay, m’sorry you just taste too good.” He crawls back up the bed and lays beside you, holding you in his arms. 
He doesn’t even think he has gone as intense as he did just then and he doesn’t think you have either. 
He makes sure to just hold you, swaying you lightly as he kisses you on the side of your head. He looks at his bedside table saying an internal thanks as he sees his water bottle is full. 
He takes it and holds it to your mouth. 
“Y/n I need you to drink this for me okay. Open your mouth darling. There we go, slowly, not too fast.” Seungmin soothes as he helps you drink. 
Once you’ve had at least a quarter he stops for a bit. Telling you just how good you were for him and that he’s so proud of you. He rubs between your thighs, not even to get you going again, just to soothe the ache. 
“I’m not letting you have sex with anybody like that other than me.” He says and you both laugh. Though he is completely serious. After that you simply cannot even think about any of your celebrity crushes because you just know he has ruined you for them. Even if they were just a fantasy. 
After, and only after you had finished the bottle of water, were you allowed to let him clean you up properly. When you got the strength to get up, you tried to make yourself look like you weren’t just fucked into oblivion as you hobble down the stairs with Seungmin. 
That was your, amongst many, mistake. 
Jeongin and Chris look appalled. You see Chris shaking his head whilst Jeongin jumps up from his seat, actually looking like he could hurt the both of you. 
“What, and I can not stress this enough, the FUCK!” Jeongin yells. 
“No way you were clapping cheeks when we had to sit here and watch two whole Twilight movies. No way.” Chris mumbles to himself. 
“What do you mean?” Seungmin says shrugging and acting confused.  
You think you actually saw the string of sanity that was holding Jeongin together snap as he lunges for Seungmin. Whilst Chris on the other hand shakes his head at you like a disappointed mother. 
Through Seungmin’s screams and Chris’ ‘Mate yous are nasty’, it’s safe to say that you and Seungmin deserve to sit through the director’s cut of Lord of the Rings at least three times to make up for tonight!
jeongin | oral fixation | 3k (3009) words
You stretch, releasing a small yawn from beside Jeongin before placing the knuckle of your finger between your teeth as you concentrate on scrolling through your laptop. 
Jeongin was texting on his phone, humming a simple tune. However, the sound of a wrapper unfolding and being squished up into a ball caught his attention. 
He watches as you place the lollipop between your lips. This is the third one today. 
One of the boys in the group chat sent a video of what they’re currently doing. Jeongin knows that you think all of his friends are attractive. Which he likes to pretend doesn’t bother him, but deep down it makes his right eye twitch a little bit.
Yet being the good friend he is, he turns the phone and shows you, lightly nudging your arm with his elbow. 
You watch as Minho lifts a spoon to his lips, his tongue darting out to catch the contents dripping from the spoon before he puts it in his mouth and moans. 
“How does he make eating soup look so fucking hot.” You say with your lollipop tucked away in the side of your cheek. 
“He doesn’t. He’s just being annoying.” Jeongin says distastefully. 
You lean over him, grabbing the white stick of your sweet treat between your fingers as you press play on the video again. 
Jeongin watches you as you become strangely enraptured by the video. When Minho catches the liquid with his tongue, he sees you watching intently, the lollipop slowly making itself comfortable back in its designated place. 
As the video ends for the third time, you are now quiet as you occupy your mind with something Jeongin knows not. 
The way you so seamlessly move back into your previous state of shopping on your laptop made Jeongin squint his eyes. 
It always did make him wonder why you would always adorn a sweet suckle between your lips. Always a lollipop, a hard candy or just an ice cream. Anything that could keep your mouth busy, you made sure to have. 
But it was only with him you did it. He never questioned it until now, when things started to click into place. 
“Innie are you even listening to me?” You say waving your hand in front of his face. He blinks a couple of times, taking account of the sweet treat in your hand. 
“What?”
“I said what pair of shoes should I get? I have loads of black, barely any white and little to no coloured ones. What are we feeling?” You say turning your laptop to face him. 
He looks at the choices of shoes you have presented in front of him. He never has been good with masking the expressions on his face; this time it shows one of disgust. 
You catch the expression quickly and you groan.
“You hate them all. You know what, forget this. I’m just gonna continue to wear the shoes I already have.” You say placing the lollipop in your mouth and turning the laptop back to your eyes only. 
Curiosity bested Jeongin as he looked at you with questioning eyes. 
“Why do you always have something in your mouth?”
You look at him with a raised eyebrow, taking the lollipop out of your mouth. 
“What do you mean?” 
“Like, for the past month, every time we hang out, you’re always eating.”
He realised he hadn’t quite worded that correctly as you squint at him. Though before you could press further he held his hands out, quick with an explanation. 
“No, not like that. I mean you always have a sweet or an ice cream. Why?”
You shrug, scrolling through a new clothing website you found. 
“I dunno, soothing I guess.”
“I can’t imagine it’s good for your teeth.” Jeongin says as he grabs the remote to the television. 
“We’re all gonna die anyways, what does it matter if it’s not good for my teeth.” He rolls his eyes at your logic, though he continues to browse through Youtube. 
“Just because we’re all gonna die, doesn't mean you have to speed up the process.”
You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. 
“I don’t think I’m going to die anytime soon from a few cavities Innie.”
He turns to look at you, momentarily peering over at your laptop screen. 
“I don’t know, I just feel like you should find other alternatives. You have good teeth, I’d hate to see them all withered away by the time we’re like forty.”
You turn to him and purposefully crunch down on your lollipop. 
“May I ask what made you decide to hone in on my habits? ‘Cause it seems you care very much for the health of my molars.” You taunt. 
“I…I don’t know. Was just curious I guess, whatever. What do you wanna watch?” 
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Strange. From that day onwards , every single time you would hang out with Jeongin, he would notice that your mouth didn’t occupy a sweet treat. 
Perhaps he had gotten used to seeing your pretty lips moulded around something. Perhaps his mind would replace the sweet treat you were sucking for his dick. 
Gosh, no! He can not be thinking about you that way. Yet…the thought sends blood rushing straight to the core of his being. Not ideal with the warmth that the jacuzzi is providing and the sight of you in your bathing suit no less than a metre away. 
“You didn’t have a lollipop today.” He states as he plays with the bubbles that rise to the surface of the water. 
“I had a dream that I got really bad cavities and my teeth fell out. I’m not joking, it scared me so bad that I vowed to stop eating hard candies.” You exclaim. 
Jeongin bursts out laughing but you look at him with a deadpan face. 
“What was the joke? Because I fear I’m missing out.” You say crossing your arms and raising your eyebrow. 
At this, Jeongin stops laughing and rolls his eyes. 
“Oh come on, how do you expect me not to laugh at that?” He snickers. 
“It was a nightmare! I swear if I lose any teeth, I am going to gnaw on you with my gums until I make you bleed.” You say slinking further down into the jacuzzi. 
You’re brought out of your slump when Jeongin decides to playfully splash water at you. You get him back by splashing water directly in his face. His mouth was open from laughter and now he is choking on the water that he accidentally swallowed. 
He tries not to make a scene, but how could anybody possibly not when they are choking. Clutching the side of the jacuzzi he heaves and coughs. 
He feels the water move beside him and soon a hand patting him on his back quickly follows. 
“Alright tough guy, calm down.” You say patting and rubbing his back in small circles. 
This seemed to have helped him as now he turns back around and submerges himself in the water. But before his head went under, he could hear your giggles. 
Mischievousness graces Jeongin as he decides to grab your ankle under the water making you scream and grab ahold of his hair. 
He winces in pain as you pull him up and immediately start scolding him. 
Something about how if he does it again you will roundhouse kick him in the neck? He isn’t too sure as the water was still pouring out of his ears. 
“What’s got you so cranky as of late? You're having withdrawals from your sweet treats, huh?” Jeongin asks as he sits back down in the jacuzzi next to you. 
“No! Yes… I don’t know, I just feel so restless. Having something to suck just calmed my thoughts as weird as it sounds.” You voice frustratedly. 
Jeongin listens as you unload about how this weird obsession over needing something in your mouth has made it hard for you to focus if you don’t have something occupying your mouth. 
He says a silent prayer of forgiveness for what he is about to do. 
“You can always suck my fingers.” 
You look at him as if he just called you a hideous, vile creature. At least that’s the same look you gave him when he said that you were like ‘if cream cheese was a person.’
“You’re serious aren’t you?” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal. 
“It’s just me. I mean there are other things to suck.” You raise your eyebrow. “I’m joking.” He wasn’t joking. 
“But I can’t just suck your dry finger.”
“It’s not dry, see?” He holds up his hands as water cascades down his arm, “Perfectly wet, as all hands should be. Ignore that last part. I don't know what that meant.”
You chuckle softly at his nervousness. 
“I am not sucking hot tub water off of your finger Innie. Come, follow me.” You say as you get out, grabbing your towel. 
He follows quickly like a duckling following its mother as you lead him to the kitchen. You open it and get out a jar of honey. Turning to Jeongin with what you hold like a trophy, you stand there beaming and he can’t help but to swoon internally at how cute you are. 
“What about the tooth nightmare?” Jeongin quips. 
Your smile falls and you pout. 
Oh how he wants to kiss the pout off of your plump lips. 
“A little honey won’t hurt, like I said, I’m not sucking hot tub water off of your finger.” 
He watches as you dance around the kitchen, grabbing a teaspoon and taking a seat beside him on the island. 
As you scoop the teaspoon into the honey, he hears you mutter something along the lines of ‘I can’t believe I am doing this.’ 
You hold the spoon up to his mouth. 
“Have a little taste first, see if it’s nice.”
He squints playfully at you before his tongue pokes out of his mouth to taste the sweet substance. 
In the corner of his eye, he watches as your eyes bore into his lips. Being a tease, he licks them, just so he can witness that wonderful reaction in which you hitch your breath and then pretend you weren’t staring directly at his mouth. 
“Sweet as ever,” He swipes his index finger across the spoon and holds his finger up and makes a come hither motion. “Come taste for yourself.” 
You place the spoon on the island before leaning forwards to try and capture his finger. 
He moves his hand towards him, making you nearly fall off the stool. He chuckles deeply, his hand going to your thigh to steady you. 
“Come on, I said come and taste for yourself.” He teases. 
You sit back, your eyes momentarily looking at his smirk before it falls back to his finger. The honey glistens in the light, a trail making its descent down his finger as if it’s racing away to save its life. 
You grab his wrist, taking him by surprise, but he tsks at you. 
Ignoring his disapproval at your impatience, you slowly lick the trail of honey that was trying to escape. Your tongue ascends to the tip before your lips enclose around his finger. 
You close your eyes, relishing in the dulcet taste as you suck all of it off. 
The sight of you, his best friend, sat here in your bathing suit: damp, is making his head go berserk. He is trying to fight the violent urge to moan out loud at this sudden turn of events. 
What causes his swimming trunks to tighten is the moan you release around his finger at the taste. You had to have done that on purpose you little tease. 
Once sated, you release his finger with a pop. Looking up at him with a wide smile and a bat of your eyelashes, he swears he’s being hypnotised. 
This act alone has made an indelible impact on the relationship between the two of you. It would be a waste if he didn’t take this opportunity whilst it is still arising. 
And it certainly was an opportunity he would be an idiot to miss. Which is why it explains the way you two are situated on the sofa. Jeongin is sitting upright as your head rests on his thighs. Except your soft lips have moulded around his dick so nicely. 
You are cockwarming him. His suggestion considering he just couldn’t ignore the hard on he got from the way you sucked his finger earlier. 
Every now and then your cheeks would hollow or your tongue would swirl around the head or you would just take it upon yourself to bob your head up and down. 
“Y/n, being coy only gets you so far. You know what you’re doing, moving your tongue like that, shit. I thought you just wanted your mouth full hm?” He brings a hand down and starts to stroke the side of your head. 
You look up at him with those eyes and he can’t take it anymore. Not when you look as good and cute as you do right now. 
His hand that was stroking your head, grabs a fistful of your hair and uses it to tug and pull your head on and off his dick. 
Happily obliging, you start to pump him with your hand, twisting around the length. Your other hand focuses on playing with his balls, making him release a low moan. 
“Know you wanted this, huh baby? Yeah you did. You just wanted to have my fat cock on your tongue. Isn’t that right?” He says as his head lulls back. 
The film becomes a forgotten task as you drool and take him further down your throat. 
He pulls you off of him and you let out a small whine.
“What? Don’t whine. Do you already miss me in your pretty mouth?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to come down your throat. Be good and let me fuck you right and I’ll let you suck my thumb yeah?” He says panting. 
You nod. 
“Need your words baby.”
“Yes, please fuck me Innie. Please let me have your thumb in my mouth, please.” You beg. 
He smiles and positions you so that you lay on your back. He lowers himself, kissing down the valley of your chest and down your stomach. His lips are soft as he kisses, licks and even sucks the skin down to your core. 
“It would be awfully rude of me to not taste how sweet you are before fucking you. You’d like that wouldn’t you? My mouth, my breath, my tongue.” He purrs. 
As he places open mouthed kisses around your core, you try to shut your legs but he opens them wider. His arms propped in a way where you can’t close them. 
Without warning, his mouth is on you. Wet, sloppy and warm as he devours you in your most sacred place of your body. 
“Just like that, Innie. Your fucking mouth, oh my~” You moan as your hands travel down to his hair, tugging on his roots. 
His tongue dances around your hole before entering it. The sensational feeling makes your back arch off of the sofa. 
He listened to your body, watched how it reacted to certain things he did. What sounds you made when he swirled his tongue. 
It wasn’t long before you came undone on him. That didn’t even seem to be what Jeongin had wanted to do most desperately, but he just had to taste you. 
You take a deep breath as he slips in. He goes slow at first, letting your body accommodate his size before he starts to lose his composure and fuck into you like a wild rabbit. 
Your moans are a symphony of pleasure and he loves nothing more than to listen to the sounds he is causing you to make. 
“Open your mouth pretty.” 
You do as you're told. He places his thumb in his mouth, wetting the pad before smearing some of it on your lips and shoving it into your awaiting mouth. 
You immediately start to suck on his thumb. His fingers rest on the side of your neck as his other hand resides on your hip. 
“You feel so good I don’t know if I can hold out. Look at you sucking my thumb like it’s my cock.” He says, his voice shaking. 
He continues to pump inside of you and you clench around him. He groans out and takes his thumb out your mouth and squeezes your cheeks together. 
“Squeeze me again darling and I’ll come.” Before you can speak, he closes the distance between the two of you and swallows your moans. 
Your tongues are certainly getting to know each other as you suck on it before you clench again making his hips falter and soon enough, filling you up. 
You follow suit not long after, reaching your high as you moan out his name and wrap your arms and legs around him. Trapping him as his arms give way and he falls on top of you. 
His head falls into the space between your head and your shoulder as he places soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. 
The hum of the television playing the movie the two of you paid no attention to plays as you both caught your breath and enjoy the silence between you. 
“You like mouths or something?” Jeongin breaks the silence. 
“Something like that. I like yours. Been dreaming of your lips on me since forever.” You say, your hands stroking down the crease in between his shoulder blades. 
“So fucking hot.” He lifts his head up and places a long, tender kiss to your lips. His hand caresses your side as he smiles down at you. 
“We need to restart the movie, don’t worry, I think I have some ice cream that we can eat.”
Since his suspicions were confirmed, Jeongin is sure to have a lot more fun with you!
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rninies · 3 months
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Oranges
synopsis: Peeling oranges was something Gojo hated, but it's different when it comes to peeling them for you
warnings: fluff, gojo being a sap, gn!reader — wc: 468
notes: hellaur sorry this took so long </3
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Gojo Satoru hates oranges.
It’s not like he hates the taste of it. He hates peeling oranges. It’s a hassle, he thinks. The way his hands get dirty whenever he tries to peel them. He’s tried using plastic gloves to peel them, but it always ends up with him throwing the gloves to the side, annoyed that they keep sliding off his fingers.
You loved eating oranges.
You live the sweet and sour taste it brings you — the way they make you feel happy whenever you eat one. In fact, you liked peeling oranges. Sure, it is a hassle, but when you get to eat the hard-earned orange, you feel kind of accomplished. Whenever Satoru sees you peeling oranges, his eyebrows furrow, basically asking you why you would go out of your way to get your hands dirty just to eat an orange.
You’d always answer with a simple “Because they’re delicious!” Satoru ends up looking at you weirdly but you don’t pay attention to that.
“Satoru, can you pack the oranges for me?” you exclaimed from the bedroom as you got ready for work. “I want to bring them as a snack for later when I get hungry.”
Satoru eyes the oranges on the kitchen table. “Can’t you just bring chips? They’re way easier to eat, you know.” He sighs and goes to take the oranges on the table but stops midway. Instead of placing them in your lunch bag, he sits down on the chair and starts to carefully peel the orange, frowning when his hands start getting dirty.
You walk down the stairs, fixing your scarf. “Did you put the oranges- Satoru?”
“Hm?” Satoru hums in response, eyes fixated on the orange. “Hold on, I’m almost finished peeling this last orange.” he finishes peeling that last orange and stands up, washing his hands in the sink. “What is it?”
You smiled, walking up to him. “You peeled my oranges for me.”
“Yeah… is that a problem?” Satoru asks, clearly confused.
“Oh no.” you cupped his face. “You hate peeling oranges, remember?”
“Oh,” Satoru sighs. “I don’t mind peeling oranges when it comes to you. Anything for my beloved.” He tries to play it off as him teasing you, but the way the tip of his ears turns red gives everything away. “Stop looking at me like that.”
You laughed. “You’re so cute, Satoru. Thank you for peeling my oranges, I appreciate it. Now I don’t have to peel them during work.”
“See?” Satoru exclaims in excitement. “I’m doing you a good deed. I’m giving you an easier time at work.” He grabs a small container from the cupboard and places the peeled oranges in it. “Here you go, my love.”
“Thank you.” you smiled at him.
Maybe Gojo Satoru doesn’t hate oranges. Only for you.
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yourbestprincess · 5 months
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Uhhh this is so awkward to write but erm like can you write about jealous care sex with ellie
YES OF COURSE ANON!! :D
You’re mine.
Ellie Williams x fem reader smut! Dubcon, Ellie being aggressive and protective, Ellie beating the shit out of someone, Ellie is SO jealous, fingering, scissoring, Ellie eating reader out, Els being demanding as HELL. Kinda sorta proof read, I’ll read it again later :3 have fun!
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Ellie has always been the jealous type. Another girl looks at you? She’s getting death stares. If another girl touches you or better yet, flirts with you? She’s in the goddamn hospital. Ellie will do absolutely anything to help her sweet girl (you).
It was a pretty normal day, you and Ellie decided to go out shopping with you because god forbid you go out alone.
“Princess, wanna go into this store? Looks pretty cool.” She says as she points to a camping store. You giggle at such a thing. Of course Els would pick that store.
You give her your puppy eyes, “Okay, hehe.”
You guys walk into the store, and Ellies already in her own little world, looking at the hiking shoes.
After a couple minutes, another masc girl comes up to you.
“You need any help?” The girl smirks as she talks.
“I-uh…I think I’m okay.”
“You just look like a lost puppy, hun. Don’t want you to be all by yourself.” The woman places her index and thumb on your chin to force you to look at her. You turn your head to where Ellie is to get her attention. She’s already looking at you two, and she’s fucking pissed.
She walks over with a burning anger, her eyes fixated on you and her brows furrowed.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” She growls at the woman holding you.
“This your lost puppy?” She drops her hand from your face as you hide behind Ellie.
“Get the fuck off of her before I rip your goddamn face off, bitch.” At this point you can hear Ellie’s heartbeat and you can feel the heat coming off of her.
“Maybe you shouldn’t leave your puppy out on display for the people that want her.” The woman shrugs
Ellie rolls up her sleeves and swings at the woman. She pushed Ellie way too much.
“Els!” You exclaim as you hold her back. The other woman tries to fight off Ellie but Ellie is too strong. “Ellie! Enough!” Ellie gets up and wipes off her bloody knuckles off on her pants.
She throws you over her shoulder and runs out of the store. “Ellie! What are you doing?!?”
“Don’t worry about it, princess.”
Eventually both of you get to Ellies car. She drops you off in the passenger seat. You watch Ellie get into the drivers seat as she gives you a stern look. Is she…jealous..or upset?
You finally get to Ellie’s house as she demands you to get out.
“Go to my room. Now. This is your only warning, baby.” She tries to keep her composure.
You rush to her room, taking off your clothes until you’re only wearing panties, luckily you wore her favorite pair. You grab one of her shirts off the ground, throw it on, lay on her bed, and wait for her to come.
“Good girl.” She says, eyeing you down. She always turns you on when she looks at you with such lust…
“Anything for you, Els…”
She climbs onto the bed, putting herself in between your thighs. She pushes your panties to the side so that she has access to your sweet spot. She licks her middle and ring finger before ruthlessly pumping them inside of you.
“Els! Oh~ it’s too much…t’ much Ellie…” you whimper and cry out.
“Shhh, princess. You’re gonna take it like a good girl.” She growls, which makes you moan even more now.
“So good for me, baby.” She removes her fingers, making you whimper and feel empty. She licks one of her fingers. “So sweet, princess. You taste so good.”
“Ellie-“ before you can finish your words, her face is in your pussy. “Oh my- Els…”
Ellie mumbles something but it’s too muffled to hear anything. She roughly sucks on your clit while harshly fingering your g spot.
You can feel your orgasm building from everything she’s doing. “Ellie! I can’t take it! Please-“
Ellie rips her fingers out and lifts her head up. “Nope. You’re not cumming until I fucking say so.”
You go silent, obeying her. She gets off of the bed and takes her pants off. You hear the zipper of her jeans and you immediately know your gonna be crying by the end of this.
“Take those panties off. Now.” You obey, quickly sliding them off and tossing them to the side.
She gets back on the bed, pushing your legs apart and putting herself in between them. She grabs your hand and pushers your middle and ring fingers into her sopping cunt.
“Fuckkk yes, thats it princess. Tell me what you need me to do for you.” She barley makes out from getting finger-fucked by you.
“Need you to fuck me Els…please.” You look up at her and she could never say no to you when you look like this.
She positions herself to line up her pussy to yours. She starts grinding herself on you. Both of your moans fill up the room.
“Don’t you ever fucking let another girl talk to you or touch you like that. You’re mine.”
You nod you head, feeling your orgasm come close.
“Els! I’m so close, please..”
“Me too baby. Cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me sweet girl.”
As soon as she said that, both of your orgasms come crashing down, moaning in each others mouths as you kiss.
“Good job, princess. You feel so good. Sorry if I was a little rough…think I got a little jealous.”
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evie-sturns · 27 days
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ᴇxᴀᴍ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ
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summary: you're mind is clouded with stress due to the fact your final highschool exams are next week. matt comes over to help you with studying, and also to take your mind off everything.
contains: smut, fluff, small age gap?, swearing, crying.
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matt and i have known each other since he was 13 and i was 11, our families have been super close for around 7 years. a year ago Matt confessed to me, I felt the exact same.
"oh my fucking god." i groan, throwing my head into my hands as i feel a burning sensation at the back of my throat.
its my final exam week starting tomorrow, and i'm attempting to catch up on last minute homework beforehand. matt graduated 2 years ago, he was top of his class, i pick up my phone and dial his number.
i need desperate help.
"hey!" matt says into the phone, a smile clear by his voice.
i sniffle quickly before starting "please come over nothing is making sense." my voice wobbles as i clutch the phone in my hand.
"oh fuck-.. no yeah ill be round in 5 minutes okay?" he says gently into the phone.
i nod like he can see me, then hang up.
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i hear my bedroom door opening, my head snaps up to look at him from my bed. hes got worry painted across his face as i see his eyes dart over my matress, which has several books on it. "you okay?" he asks, walking over to my bed and sitting down on it opposite me.
i shake my head "i can't do this shit" i groan, matt nods understandably before grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face.
"look at me" he says in a serious tone, i tilt my head up and lock eyes with him. "i'm gonna help you okay?"
"thank you," i say as my voice breaks.
he sits up and walks over by my side before plopping down on the bed next to me, he grabs the textbook which has around 15 questions left on it. "not even ai understands it, i tried." i sigh earning a laugh from matt, i lean my head on his shoulder.
"basic algebra, you know this, i know you do sweetheart."
i shake my head "my brains so fucking foggy i bet you i couldnt do a 6th grade multiplication table right now."
"foggy like how" he questions, tilting his head.
"just everything i have so much on my mind." i reply lifting my head off his shoulder and staring at the questions.
"you're okay, look- 'factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors, which are simpler algebraic expressions, this is done..." the rest of what matt says doesnt get through to me, i cant physically wrap my mind around it right now.
i feel my eyes start to water before several tears start to flow down my cheeks, "got it?" matt asks, keeping his eyes fixated on the page resting on the sheets. i stay silent "hello?" he says again, this time looking over at me.
"oh god- no no don't cry" matt panics, grabbing my cheeks and giving me a gentle kiss.
"i can't think." i squeeze out, matt wraps around me. "this might not sound like good timing but, i can.. help you?" he says nervously, grimacing slightly.
i hand him the pencil, his words not passing through. "no no, like i can take your mind off of the work for a little bit" he repeats.
realisation hits me and my eyebrows raise, my head snapping round to look at matt who has an innocent expression plastered on his face. i nod, and without another word my shirt is halfway across the room.
he laughs quietly, his shirt meeting mine in the corner of the room. his chain lays loose on his bare chest. he stands up off the bed, i lie back. "i want you to just be a... - like a uh" my eyebrows scrunch "a what?"
"i hate the word but its the best way i can describe it." matt chuckles, "say it!" i smile
"pillow princess..?" he says quietly, icking himself out.
"okay" i shake my head with a wide grin before.
matts long cold fingers reach out to grab the waistband of my sweatpants, sending goosebumps down my body. he tugs at it gently, letting it slide down my legs.
"you okay?" he asks while unclasping his belt "i think?" i reply stupidly.
he nods, his tongue sticking out to wet his now dry lips. his baggy jeans pool at his ankles, leaving him in his boxers.
"ready?"
i nod, "yep-..yeah"
he stands between my legs before hovering over me, colliding our lips together aggressively.
it never fails to shock me how he can switch from so innocent to so.. different.
i moan lightly into the kiss as i feel his clothed bulge against my inner thigh. he abrubtly pulls away from the kiss pecking kisses down my neck, to my chest, to my stomach.
i squirm desperately on the bed as he pauses just above my clit.
"more." i whine, matt shakes his head, lifting his head up and grabbing my thighs he spreads them further apart.
i throw my head back "fuck." i breathe, before i can breath again matts tip presses against my clit. i instantly look up, questioning how hes just undressed the rest of the way in under a second.
he runs his soft tip through my folds, he presses only an inch or 2 inside of me before he pulls out, continuing to tease me.
"matt i need you." i groan, my back arching off the bed.
"can you get on fours for me sweetheart?" he asks softly, i nod, instantly flipping over and arching my back.
"good girl." he coos, lining himself up with me. "gonna keep being whiny?" he asks, i shake my head no. "thats right." he says.
"this is whats gonna happen okay? you aren't gonna start asking me to slow down because i think we both know how needy you were just acting."
fuck.
i dont think a single sentence has ever turned me on more.
i nod frantically, matt presses down on my back, arching my back more.
i feel him slide halfway inside of me slowly before slamming the rest of his length into me, earning a squeal from me.
before i can even process my thoughts hes slamming full force into me, deeper and deeper each time. my moans cloud the room along with heavy breaths coming from matt.
his tip continues to bruise my cervix, i clench around him each time it does.
"fuck-.." i hear matt whimper lowly from behind me.
he reaches a hand round under me and presses on my lower stomach.
hes never done that before, but holy fuck am i glad he did.
i instantly release over matts cock, clenching harshly around him with a scream.
matt pulls out, releasing over my back.
"you-you okay?" he stammers breathlessly, flopping down beside me.
i nod, my mind fully blank.
i guess him 'helping clear my head' worked.
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matt finishes redressing me before sitting back down next to me, the air around us is hot and thick, but matts still determened to get this homework done.
"okay- so as i was saying factorising an algebraic equation means writing the expression as product of factors...
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matt and i have been working through the textbook for about 20 minutes, everything makes sense and now i can't understand what i wasnt understanding earlier.
"you try this one okay?" matt hands me the pencil and i start to scribble down the awnsers. "you got it!" he smiles proudly, kissing my cheek.
i yawn, tired out from.. everything.
"you tired?" he asks, wrapping him arms around me and flopping down on the mattress. "very." i reply, my voice croaky.
"you wanna sleep, we can finish this tomorrow morning okay? and ill just drop you off at school or whatever." he asks, without another word im fast asleep on his chest.
1:24am
i wake up to the sound of pencil scribbling on paper, confused i sit up. matts sitting criss cross on the bed, leaning down over my textbook and filling in all the awnsers.
"matt?" i groan, rubbing my eyes.
"go back to sleep gorgeous," he replys, looking back at me
"what are you doing.." i ask, my eyes adjusting to the light.
"im doing this for you, you already know how to do it, i saw you. you're gonna be too tired to do this in the morning." he says.
i crawl over to matt and smother him in kisses "maattt, thats adorable."
"shush, this is a one time thing." he replys, shaking his head with a smirk.
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sugarnspice630 · 1 month
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Blemished - Seonghwa
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"Think you’d get away with wearing something like this? Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top."
•pairing: dom!simp!seonghwa x sub!fem!reader
•word count: 1.6k
•tags: mdni, nonidol, praise kink, Hwa is a MASSIVE boob guy, reader has a big chest, sucking/marking/biting of the chest, clit stimulation orgasm, Simp Hwa Simp Hwa, motor-boating?...did I miss anything? probably
Summary: Distracting Seonghwa during your dinner date was not your intention, however that's exactly what happened and Seonghwa made sure you knew how much he appreciated it by treating you to a special evening.
A/N: Inspired by my Thighs, Tits, or Ass guy Ateez edition post! Fun fact, I personally dislike boob play of any kind, but this was quite fun to write. Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!
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You always wanted to look pretty for Seonghwa. He asked you out on a date at a nice restaurant to treat you to something special. Carefully choosing your outfit because you wanted to look sophisticated yet be comfortable. You chose a cute button-up blouse and an appropriate-length skirt. Shortly after, Seonghwa came to pick you up, kissing you softly on the cheek.
“You look beautiful, my star.” You can feel his smile against your skin and your face blushes. He opened the door for you and you carefully got in the car, waiting for the delicious dinner and amazing date you were about to have.
Throughout the dinner, you noticed Seonghwa’s attention was not 100% on you. There was something else on his mind that kept him from listening to your stories.
“Baby, are you alright? You’re not really paying attention to anything I’m saying.”
“Mm, n-no I'm listening! I just…have a lot going on in my brain.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked with a hint of concern.
“N-not right now. Let’s just finish our meal.” You nodded softly and finished the rest of your dinner. You didn’t talk much to each other, but you shared occasional glances. You couldn’t help but notice his eyes were never fully focused on you and were looking elsewhere. Finishing the meal in silence, Seonghwa asked for the bill, paid quickly, and before you knew it, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and was dragging you out the door. The car ride back to your place was even more awkward than the dinner. Every time you tried to speak to him, he silenced you and told you to save it. His grip on the steering wheel was tight. His knuckles were white and you could see the veins slightly popping up. Your brain was all over the place, wondering what happened between when he picked you up to about halfway through the dinner date. You finally got to your home and before you could get out of the car, Seonghwa’s voice stopped you.
“Set your things down and go to your bed.” His voice was stern and demanding. Oh fuck, you were in trouble, but what did you do?
When you got inside your apartment, you set your coat and purse down, took your shoes off, and waited for Seonghwa in your bedroom. His figure soon loomed in the doorway, and his eyes were fixated on one thing only: your breasts. You leaned back against your pillows as he came in and crawled on top of you, coming close to your neck.
“Think you’d get away with wearing something like this?” Seonghwa is carefully kissing and nipping at your neck, tracing his supple lips across your skin.
“L-like what Seonghwa? My outfit is perfectly modest!” He scoffs at your response.
“Y/N my love, your tits are practically bursting out of that top.” You felt your face warm up. You weren’t a small-chested girl by any means, but you thought the outfit was alright. “God… I could see just the slightest peak in between each of the buttons. Driving me crazy the entire time.”
“So that’s why you couldn't focus~?"
“Yes…but now that I have you alone, I can look and play with them all I want.” He says lowly before he’s reaching for your shirt and slowly unbuttoning the buttons. His fingers dancing to remove the fabric covering your chest. You lean back further, pushing your boobs towards him more, but trying to be discreet about it. He gets three of the buttons undone before he pushes the fabric to the sides and stares hard at the sight before him.
“Wearing a bra I got for you~? It looks so pretty on you. I just knew it would. Compliments you so well.” His praise was making you blush even more. Excitement started to take over Seonghwa, and he quickly undid the rest of the buttons and helped guide the blouse off of you. Tossing the piece of clothing to the side, his attention was directed back towards your boobs. The bra you were wearing had white lace across the top and around the band. The cup area had tiny silver and gold stars. The bra had an accent line that perfectly covered your nipples and the line led up to the straps. Seonghwa licked his lips while staring at how beautiful you looked in it. Your breasts are perfectly pushed together and filling the cup nicely.
“So beautiful…but what’s underneath is even more beautiful.” He reaches a hand around your back and snaps the clasps, carefully pulling the bra off of you and tossing it to the side. His actions were quick, but sensual. Truly taking his time but also in a hurry to see you in your pure form. You could only watch as his pupils were extremely dilated, just staring at you. He only took a few more seconds of staring at your boobs before he leans down and latches his mouth on your right breast. You gasped and arched your back slightly.
“S-Seonghwa.” You breathed out. His tongue was licking around your nipple in ways you’ve never felt before. You always knew Hwa was a boobs guy, but damn, he knew how to play with them. While sucking on your right tit, his left hand came up and started to grope and play with your left tit.
“Nngh, fuck!” You felt him growl against you.
“That’s my girl. Letting me play nicely with her.” He went back to kissing and licking over your breast. His tongue was warm, but the stimulation he was providing was making your nipples rock hard. Of course, he couldn’t forget his other favorite boob. He carefully pinched his fingers together around your nipple, causing you to cry out softly.
“Seonghwa!” You tilted your head back further into the pillows and closed your eyes. Seonghwa was having a field day just feeling and licking all over your beautiful chest.
“Mm, baby~. Wanna make you feel so good. Can I do that for you?”
“Y-yes please!” Ever since he was slowly stripping you, your pussy was aching and crying for attention.
“Good girl~. Fuck, you are so beautiful~.” Seonghwa whispers against your skin as he reaches his right hand down your skirt and begins to rub you through your panties. “You are soaked darling~. All of this from just kissing your beautiful tits?”
“Y-yes! Your tongue feels so good!” You couldn’t help but crave it all the time. He always knew exactly how to use it.
“Good good~ but what about this~?” Suddenly, you feel Seonghwa nip and pull at the skin covering your breasts. You cry out in pleasure. His fingers continue to rub you through your underwear, and the way he bites and marks up your skin makes you feel high. Seonghwa takes the tip of his tongue and licks into the teeth marks he’s leaving on your breasts. Continuous moans escaping your mouth. You grip onto his sides to steady yourself. Seonghwa eventually wraps a finger around the band of your panties and pulls them down, completely exposing your pussy to him. He latches his mouth back onto your boobs, leaving trails of saliva every time he picks his head up from your chest. You tilt your head down and open your eyes to look at the unholy sight in front of you. His face is flushed and you can only watch as his lips are pursed together to kiss your chest.
“Seonghwa~.” You are unable to say anything else. The pleasure he is providing you makes you feel like you are floating in heaven. The pure euphoria in this situation is enough to make your brain feel high. Seonghwa collects more of your wetness on his fingers and continues to rub your clit.
“Gonna make you cum so hard baby.” He growls. He really does not let up with sucking and kissing your chest. There are so many red and purple marks all over you; it’s truly a beautiful sight. You are marked up exactly how Seonghwa likes. 
“P-please!” Your grip on his sides tightens, and you get a fistful of his shirt. Your nails slightly dig into the skin underneath, and you hear him moan softly. Seonghwa pushes his face directly into your chest, and you can hear him panting heavily.
“Fuck baby I just wanna suffocate between your chest.” His voice vibrates through you, causing you to shudder.
“S-shit!” His fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit, you can feel the knot forming in your stomach.
“So fucking hot, fuck fuck fuck, your chest is so perfect.” He rubs his cheeks over your boobs as he says this. His eyes flutter open to take in the sight of the other boob in front of him. You feel his hips rut into your leg, and he whimpers. His erection is very noticeable against your thigh, and it drives you insane.
“I think I’m gonna- oh fuck-” Your breathing increases as you feel the knot in you getting tighter and tighter. Seonghwa worshiping your boobs makes you feel like a goddess.
“Cum for me sweetheart. Wanna hear your pretty sounds.”
Not too long after his command, you are crying out his name and cursing out loud and you feel the knot loosen. Seonghwa bites down on your breast as you cum, causing you to let out a shrill chirp from being overstimulated. His fingers are covered in you, and he loves the feeling. He rubs you through your high before leaving a couple more gentle kisses on your tits and then leaning back from your chest. Your eyes flutter open and closed, and you’re breathing heavily. Seonghwa’s chuckle rings through your ears, and you open your eyes to look at him. A soft, questioning, hum comes from your throat. There is a couple seconds of silence as you sit there, staring at Seonghwa smirking at your chest.
“Now your chest is even more beautiful with all my markings all over it~.”
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forpiratereasons · 3 months
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i found a genre of longform videos that is just 8-10 hours of someone driving around freeways during thunderstorms and i have a lot of thoughts about this but also: stede the driver who films long pov driving vids and extremely stressed ed who gets addicted to his channel
it's meditative, and it reminds ed of being in the car with his mum, driving across aotearoa. he feels like she's there with him sometimes. but the more he watches, the more he becomes aware of the driver--a sigh here, the shuffle of fabric in the seat there.
there's almost no information about him on his channel, the gentleman driver, not even a name or a pic, and ed becomes a little fixated on picking up details about him. doesn't happen often, but once or twice ed catches the driver humming a few beats before falling silent again, clearing a throat, sighing, clicking his throat like he's talking silently to himself.
once, on hour six of a ten hour vid, ed's rewarded by the view of an elegant hand reaching across the screen to grab something that must be on the dash in front of the camera. four seconds ed plays over and over.
"is there someone in the car with you while you drive?" ed asks in a comment. "or is it just you?"
the gentleman driver writes back, "just me and the open road!"
maybe it's the format that makes ed ask, the anonymity. maybe he's just half asleep. "don't you ever get lonely?"
it's days before the gentleman driver writes back again. "do you?"
ed's not got an answer for that. or, he does, but not one he's willing to face head on. he asks instead how the gentleman driver chooses his routes.
the driver doesn't get very many comments and definitely not very many questions, and soon they're having little conversations in the comments of every video. ed gets another glimpse of that elegant hand, with a big turquoise ring, freckled forearm; hears another few bars of 'here comes the sun' hummed.
then the driver does something new: he stops at a rest stop.
and he leaves the camera rolling.
ed watches in rapt fascination as the driver crosses the screen in front of the car, goes into the rest stop. blond hair, broad shoulders, floral shirt. he's actually wearing jeans for an eight hour drive which is insane, and ed gets a glimpse of his profile as he smiles. insane.
if the driver's ever stopped before, it's been very carefully edited out. maybe he forgot this one. maybe he wanted ed to see. that's delusional, ed thinks, but he still navigates to the driver's about page and pokes around until he finds an email address.
nice shirt, he sends.
oh god, the driver sends back, and the video disappears from his page half an hour later. i forgot the editing. i'm sorry if it was distracting.
no, i liked it, ed tells him. it was nice to see the man behind the steering wheel. and then, hesitating only a bit, he adds: i'm ed.
hello, the driver writes. i'm stede.
the emails go on, and on, and eventually they turn into texts too, and promises from stede to check in on his longer drives, to "call if you ever need someone to keep you awake."
"i'm supposed to be sending you to sleep," stede argues.
"i'll sleep better knowing that you're safe," ed writes back.
the next video stede posts, he lets the camera run all the way until he's pulled into a parking spot at a roadside motel just outside of denver. the camera runs one minute, then five, and any reasonable person would've turned it off by now, but ed waits until he hears, very quietly: "safe and sound, now. go to sleep. goodnight."
is it stupid, to think you can fall in love with someone after just one sentence? is it still stupid, if that one sentence repeats at the end of every new video?
then one night the phone rings. it's late, dark out, and ed knows stede was doing a drive that wouldn't have him at his next stop until nearly one in the morning. he picks up. "hello?"
"oh, ed," the voice says. "you've no idea how good you sound just now."
it's a voice he's only heard before in hums and whispers, but it doesn't matter. lots of things about love are stupid, ed decides. this isn't one of them.
stede's blown a tire. "i'm okay," he insists. "i was just hoping for some company while i wait for the tow."
"where are you?"
"middle of nowhere," stede says, but when he names the spot, it's only two hours out. ed can be there faster than a tow probably would, and there's a note of anxiety in stede's voice he doesn't much like.
he's got his shoes on and his keys in his hand before he can think twice.
stede hems and haws but in all his fussing he doesn't actually tell ed not to come, and he stays on the line while ed piles blankets in the car and as he gets behind the wheel and as he sets out on the freeway. he stays on the line and they talk until they're both creaky with exhaustion and dry air, and then they're quiet, just like in stede's videos, but together this time. then ed crests over a hill and there it is: a car pulled off to the side with its hazard lights blinking. reminds ed of a lighthouse. 'i'm here,' the lights say. 'i'm here.'
he pulls to a stop behind, starts his own hazards. the driver side door of the car opens, and then there's a leg, and a body, and there he is. stede. he's still got his phone pressed to his ear; ed can hear him breathing.
"i'm going to get out," ed says.
"okay," stede says.
it takes another long moment, watching stede stand there in the dark, waiting for him. stede, with his hair and his voice and his hands and the way the quiet in him already feels like home.
"i might kiss you," ed says.
he watches stede swallow, hard. eyes widen. "okay," he says.
ed reaches for the handle. pops the door open. puts one foot out on the pavement and looks up to meet stede's eyes as his cabin lights come on, as the car starts to ding its door-open warning.
"oh," stede says.
ed takes a step. they both still have their phones in their hands, their breathes in each other's ear. ed takes a step and takes a step until he can reach out to take stede's phone from him. press the call end button.
"hi," he says.
stede kisses him.
after that there are other, shyer hellos, and other, more awkward ones too. there are ten minutes to a 24-hour macdo drive-thru for coffee and another ten to a motel and a late night that becomes an early morning by way of conversation. there's laughter, and more kisses, and careful fingers learning the planes of each other's faces. in the morning there's breakfast and a tow truck and an invitation to a place just two hours away.
and there's a long break in updates to the gentleman driver's channel.
when he comes back, weeks later, his update schedule isn't quite as frequent, and his drives don't usually go as far. there's giggles sometimes, in the background, like there might be someone else in the car with him.
"do you miss it," ed asks. "driving the long drives?"
"no," stede says. "i found what i was looking for."
*
@ kninjaknitter also podficced this one!
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imaginidol · 8 months
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Mingi: Dance Practice
!!mentions of nsfw!! 18 + !! do NOT interact if you’re not comfortable with smut!! okiee here is another naughty atiny request I’ve got for mingi!! this one may be a bit longer than the previous ones but if you stick with it I hope it’ll be worth it ?? 😭 (pls send feedback LMAO) if you’re interested I have a hongjoong ver. smut jongho ver. smut and a san ver. smut, wooyoung ver. smut and a yunho ver. smut ;)
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You walked into the dance studio where you and the usual team of ATEEZ backup dancers practiced. Everyone was scattered around the room, stretching and warming their muscles before the rehearsal ensued.
Mingi walked in, wearing a gray hoodie and black sweatpants with large over-ear headphones hanging around his neck.
“Good evening,” he calls out to the room, and a crowd of voices sing a polite chorus of good-evening-Mingi’s in return.
His eyes quickly search the room through the wall mirror until they finally locate you.
A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the sight of you. Part of ATEEZ’s current title track called for a very sexy 10-second choreography portion in which each member had a backup dancer partnered to them. You just happened to be picked for Mingi, and you were by all means grateful for the opportunity.
“Okay,” Hongjoong clapped his hands and called for first position.
The practice went fairly smoothly for the first two rounds. Hongjoong called a five-minute break before moving onto the third practice round, and Mingi decided to use this opportunity to talk to you.
“How you feeling?” Mingi grabs your hand and spins you in a circle, watching you twirl in content.
“It’s hard, and it’s definitely interesting, but I think it’s fun,” you pant. “What about you?”
Mingi smiles, taking a sip of his water. “I think it’s fun, too. I think we’re the best duo out of all the members,” he teases.
“There’s no way,” you smirk, nodding your head towards Jongho and his dancer, “those guys easily eat it up every time.”
“Oh, yeah?” he turns, seeing as Jongho placed his hands around his dancer’s waist, practicing the move again even during their break. “We could definitely beat those guys. We should practice more, one-on-one.”
You smirk, nodding in agreement. “That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“Hmm, we could find out,” he says, crossing his arms. “You free to practice tonight?”
“Hmm,” you think, contemplating your transportation assortment to return home afterwards, “could you give me a ride home if I did?”
The boy nods, settling his eyes steadily on you now.
“I could do that for you, definitely.”
A few hours after everyone has left for the evening, you and Mingi stay back rehearsing your part a couple times alone.
“Fuck, that could get fun any day,” Mingi pants after the third practice round. He proceeds to pull his hoodie over his head to take it off, revealing a hot peek at his abs as his undershirt went up.
You tried not to stare, but he caught you looking through the mirror before you could turn away.
He scoffed as your cheeks turned a soft shade of red, and proceeded to walk over and plop himself on the floor next to you.
“Wanna take a break?” he asks, nudging your elbow as he lay on his back against the floor.
“We could take a break,” you mutter, deciding to also lie on your back for a moment.
He takes notice, and extends his arm in your direction, offering it as a pillow for your head.
You smile, scooting closer to the boy and resting your head against his shoulder.
Your mind wandered for a moment as you came to the sudden realization that you were practically hugging Mingi… on the floor… alone… during after-hours.
Before you could hobble away to avoid any misunderstanding, his voice softly interrupts the silence.
“Can I tell you something?”
You turn to face the boy, meeting his eyes.
“I like the way you dance.”
Your face felt hot as a reddening wave of butterflies erupted from your stomach up to your cheeks. His eyes grew slightly more hooded as he fixated them on you, a sly smirk crossing his face. The boy winked, and you felt your heart skip several heavy beats trying to read Mingi’s micro expressions.
“I like the way you dance, too,” is all you can foolishly reply, failing to think of any other viable response to the way he was looking at you.
He reaches a finger towards your jaw, pulling your face closer to his. He nodded his head, testing to see if you’d pick up his subtle gestures, and you most definitely had.
You close your eyes as you feel yourself leaning closer to Mingi, bringing a hand up to his jaw as you felt his lips slowly enclose around yours.
You slowly begin to make out with him, feeling your kisses grow messier as each became more and more intimate than the last. He was the first to bring his tongue into it, slowly lifting his body in the process until you were practically underneath him.
He only pulled away for a moment to search your face for any signs of discomfort, but was only greeted by your gentle smile as you reached to wrap an arm around his neck.
“Hey,” he grins. His silver snake chain had found its way out from under his tight shirt and was now flimsily hanging above you.
“Hey,” you giggle back.
“You’re a good kisser,” he whispers.
You smile cheekily at the sight of Mingi hovering over you, one of his arms still cradling your head from the hard floor and the other resting around your waist.
A sudden deep and private desperation for Mingi overwhelms your body, and you can’t help but want to indulge yourself lips-first into the beautiful boy in front of you.
“I can do more than just kissing,” you hear yourself whisper out loud.
Did I really just say that!?
Mingi’s eyes widen at the sudden and unexpected response, a slow smirk forming at the ends of his mouth as he mentally interpreted your words and request.
“Come to my dressing room,” he whispers, tilting his head subtly towards the door.
Mingi is the first to take his shirt off as he hovers over you against a soft sectional couch. You sit quietly as you watch the boy’s shirt slide off his arms to reveal a firmly toned torso adorned with his silver snake chain that sparkled under the dim light of a table lamp.
The sight of Mingi’s naked torso is enough to begin stirring heat inside of you, and you feel yourself becoming wet with each touch of his hands against your body.
You outstretch your arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling him into the wide wing of the sectional couch with you. Your lips greet each other warmly, firm kisses bringing your bodies closer together.
“Hey,” he mumbles into your lips. His arms reach towards your hips as he swings your legs around his waist. “You sure you wanna do this?”
You smile warmly at the boy in front of you, planting soft kisses against his jaw as you began removing your top and bra while he helped you slide out of your leggings with ease.
Mingi places his hands between your thighs and slowly spreads your legs as far as you’d go, taking pleasure at the sight of your gracious body in all its glory.
“Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re so beautiful.”
He dives between your legs, his warm tongue caressing the tip of your clit as he blazingly set off every electric nerve of your body.
A soft moan escapes your mouth as the boy traces the curves of your flower’s lips before diving deeper beneath them. You felt yourself getting wetter at the feel of his tongue inside of you, a soft and delicate pleasurable joy overwhelming your insides and lower abdomen altogether.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimper, secretly hoping he’d eat you out for a good minute.
Several soft moans later, you pull his head up from underneath you and gently wipe his bottom lip clean with your thumb.
“My turn,” you smirk, offering him your position on the couch.
You begin trailing a line of soft kisses from his jawline all the way to his bellybutton, fixating your eyes into his as you gently began unzipping and removing his pants and boxers.
You wrap your hands gently around his hardening member, jerking him off slowly and firmly as he leaned his head back against a cushion.
You started deepening each stroke with ease as you picked up the pace, pulling sloppily at his hard cock while enjoying the sight of his scrunching face overjoyed with pleasure.
You’re steadily jacking him off when the first grunts start gradually emerging from somewhere deep within his throat. You smile devilishly as you lean in and wrap your lips around his member, pushing it deep into your throat with every persistent motion.
Your performance really begins to emit as you pick up the pace, sucking and slobbering all over his dick as far in as you could manage it. Tears began forming at the creases of your eyes with every vertical stroke of your mouth as you tried desperately not to choke on his size.
“Fuck, fuck,” he grunts, arching his lower back as the throbbing sensation of pumping blood began pounding into every vein of his cock.
You pulled your mouth away, leaving a sloppy mess of saliva and cum behind as you proceeded to climb onto his legs, positioning yourself around his cock to ride against him slowly.
Now that fucking did it for Mingi.
You hadn’t gotten more than ten strokes in when the boy clasped his hands around your ass and turned you over, fumbling you on your back as he climbed over your body.
He began thrusting into you, and he was thrusting hard.
With every rough push into your velvety inner walls, you released a lusty moan, each growing slightly louder than the last.
“You’re… so… fucking… good…” he huffed with each deepening stroke, the sweat glands around his body glossing his clear skin under the dim light.
A jet stream of tears now fully sloshed out of your tear ducts, your quiet moans now full screams of Mingi’s name coming in a loud, looped repetition.
Mingi’s full concentration failed to take alert of the gentle knocking against his dressing room door, your loud moans drowning out any potential chances of catching it in time.
Which is why, it takes him by surprise when the door flings open and in walks Wooyoung.
Wooyoung’s eyes widen as he covers his face, shrieking in embarrassment and fumbling to locate his car keys somewhere on the vanity mirror.
“Close… the fucking… DOOR!” Mingi yells out angrily as he continues to shamelessly fuck himself into you.
“I’m so— I’m so fucking sorry—” is all Wooyoung yells as he retrieves his car keys and fumbles towards the door knob.
“Get the fuck OUT!”
Wooyoung makes a dash towards the door, slamming it behind him as he ran out, not stopping until he eventually got to his car.
Now Mingi was angry.
His whole vibe was thrown off, and he really needed to release.
He pulled your legs from the sides of his waist and wrapped them over his shoulders, now fucking into you at full throttle.
If it wasn’t possible for Mingi to thrust this fucking deep inside of you before, it most definitely was happening now.
You let out desperate screams as Mingi manages to successfully and repeatedly hit your G-spot. Your body tightens, your sweat glands release, and your lower spine arches so far back when you feel the sudden burst of immense bodily rapture as an orgasm ensues, leaving you in a heated, electric trance as your insides release and relax around Mingi’s thrusting member.
Mingi lets out a loud groan as his final ejaculation of hot cum seeps all over your lower abdomen, streams of the warm liquid discharging in large amounts inside and all over your thighs.
“FUCK,” Mingi moans, fighting any more dominant urges over you and instead collapses on the couch next to you.
You both take a minute to ease your breathing, closing your eyes as you reminisced the last half-hour of intimate excitement.
“Princess,” Mingi pants, turning his head towards you, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you offer your best smile, though you could feel already that you wouldn’t be coming into the studio for a few days. Your legs would surely give out by the morning, and you’d be lucky if you could manage to walk anywhere tonight without hobbling around too awkwardly.
“Hey,” Mingi turns, cupping a hand around your jaw.
“Hey,” you smile back.
“Can I tell you something?”
You giggle softly, endearingly looking into the gentle eyes of the boy lying next to you.
“I like you,” he whispers, “I really, really like you.”
You lift your hand towards your jaw where he’s cupped his palm around you, pulling off his fingers and instead intertwining them around yours.
“I like you, too,” you say.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he mumbles, “I really want you to be mine.”
You nod gently, closing your eyes for a second to think about your response.
You open your eyes and see that he’s already lovingly staring back at you.
“I could be yours,” you whisper, “I’d be good at that, too.”
maybe a small sfw pt.2 in the future? :)
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soggyriceee · 9 months
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Okay hear me out. König always thought he was a dom yeah, so when his darling asks to explore her oral fixation on his d!ck, he though keeping his promise (of not forcing it down her throat) would be hard.
Only, first few kitten licks and soft suckles on his tip and he starts whimpering, totally subby for her. And she just wants to explore :((( so she keeps just the tip in her mouth (reverse Just The Tip), giving it the attention it deserves.
König never knew he could come like that from just that.
- Beer anon 🍻
just the tip | Konig
summary: look above :p
| ok so ive been kinda obsessed with like.. pervy Konig and other cod characters as well so im just exploring that type of writing for a bit to see if you guys like it and me so, lmk if we want more perky Konig in the future :ppp
" come here maus.. tell me whats wrong." Konig said, leaning back in his chair, patting his lap. he watched as your straddle him, a smile on his lips. he pulls your pink skirt down, gripping your thighs after. "talk to me, whats wrong." he says softly, his other hand on your hip. you hear the game in the background, his friends through his headset yelling obscene words.
Konig had always seen you as his precious little girl. most would say he took advantage of your innocence, you say he was simply teaching you more about your body. your parents were extremely religious, the topic of sex never even coming up. not even in school. they put you in a religious school, blocking any chance of you learning about male or female pleasure. of course, you'd get curious in the night, your hand slipping down between your legs to touch whatever was throbbing between your legs. but you had no idea what you were doing, and nothing seemed to feel good. not until you met Konig of course.
you guys have never fully had sex, not fully at least. at night he would slip between your legs, pulling your night gown up. " just the tip" he'd whisper, pulling his dick through his underwear hole. you'd always been curious about his dick. like what was coming out of his tip when he'd pull it out his pants, or even when he'd pull out of you? why was it warm? why was it white? there were so many questions you had but were too scared to ask.
and he'd always finish on your cunt, never inside. he'd give maybe four thrusts before he'd pull out, gasping above you and jerking off until the white warm liquid would spurt onto your cunt. and he'd always tell you how pretty your pussy is, how one day hes gonna fuck you. but not now. not yet. but you always wondered what it was like to have him fully inside you. his tip alone was thick, and it was uncomfortable the first time he slid it in. the way your walls stretched out around him.
and every time you'd tell him about the throbbing between your legs, he'd happily set you on his leg, bounce you up and down until your body twitched on top of him, and you let out those pretty, high pitched moans while you gripped onto his shirt tightly. " schönes mädchen - pretty girl~" he would coo into your ear, rubbing your lower back as you came down from your orgasm.
"I uhm.. I am curious about something." you said softly, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. he'd then lean forward in the chair, grabbing his headset. " hey guys, ill be right back. my girlfriend needs something real quick." he said, muting his mic and sitting back in the chair. he smiled back at you, tilting his head. " curious about what, maus?" he asked, hands placed back in their original spots. oh how he called you maus. it made the throbbing between your legs form so quickly.
you whimpered, shifting on his lap. you felt the semi bulge of him pressing right onto your cunt, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. " uhm y-your.. your dick.. I wanna try something." you said, never looking at him. he chuckled softly, lifting your head. " is that so?" he whispered, looking you in your eyes. you blushed and nodded, shifting once more. " c-can I put it.. in my mouth." you asked softly, looking away from his gaze.
you could've sworn he let out a whimper, his grip on your chin firming up. he shifted beneath you, smiling. " think you can take it all maus?" he asked, looking down between you both. his dick pressed firmly against your cunt now, the hardness of it applying the perfect pressure onto your clit. you nodded your head, the blush on your cheeks growing stronger. " i.. I can try." you whispered, gripping his shirt stronger.
he looks up, a smile on his face. "on your knees." was all he said, pushing you gently off his lap. his hands worked to pull his dick out of his pants, watching you the whole time. it bounced off his stomach when he pulled it from his underwear, his tip red with the same white substance pooling at the top. you swallowed, looking up at the size of him. it was a bit nerve wracking, and he divinely saw that. " just the tip" he said softly, reaching down to grab the back of your head.
he led you to his hard on, watching you. " open your mouth baby just a- there you go" he said, watching as your mouth opened wide for him. "stick your tongue out libeling." he said, gripping the base of him. he slapped his length on your tongue, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. " just the tip.. come on." he whispered, guiding himself into your mouth.
he gasped when he felt the warmth and wetness of your mouth around his tip, his mouth falling open. his grip on the back of your head tightened, a soft whimper slipping past him when you looked up at him. " s-suck it libeling.. like a l-lollipop." he said, watching you from above. you hummed, your eyes moving down to look at the rest of what wasn't in your mouth. your tongue subconsciously pressed flat on the bottom of his tip, your head bobbing up and down just a bit, enough to give his tip attention alone.
his head fell back against the chair, his eyes squeezing shut. his hips so desperately tried to buck up further into your mouth, but he promised just the tip, as always. "ho-hollow your cheeks.. maus.. please." he whimpered above you, his mouth falling open once more. you did as he asked, hollowing your cheeks. he gasped out again, feeling every side of your warm mouth around his tip. his hands gripped his arms rests, his legs bouncing up and down as he tried to hold back his orgasm.
but you weren't done with him. you were having fun, watching how you pleasured him. it felt good. and it surely made your cunt throb. you felt your slick run between your thighs, a whimper coming from you. but you wanted more.
you pulled him out of your mouth, looking at his dick. he looked back down at you, confused. you leaned back forward, your tongue pressing flat on his tip. another whimper from above you. you assumed that it felt good for him, so you continued. your hand gripped his base, holding his dick still. your other found his thigh, holding onto it while your rested on the tips of your toes. " g-oddam maus.. fuck put it back in your mouth" he whined, watching how you traced your tongue around his tip. and you did just that.
you swallowed his tip back between your lips, looking back up at him. pretty whimpers left his lips, occasional growls as he watched you give his tip small bobs of your head around his tip. " c-cant take anymore.. oh my g-god" he cried out, his super body jerking forward. his hips thrusted up a bit, apologizes flying out his mouth. it was never enough for his whole length to slide into your mouth, but it definetly threw you off guard.
" keep going maus.. g-gonna cum..please~" he whined, watching how your eyes closed around him, both your hands wrapped around his dick now. his head flew back, back arching off the chair as you felt a warm liquid spurt against your tongue. you gasped around him, attempting to pull back but he was quicker. he gripped the back of your head, holding you in place. " s-stay there baby.. fuck please s-stay there." he whimpered, his hips bucking up once again.
it was a salty taste, warm too. you didnt know what to really do with it so, you swallowed it. it went down slimy, a small whimper coming from you. above you, Konig panted heavily, his grip on your head still firm. half of his dick was in your mouth at this point, and you honestly didnt mind. his eyes were closed, mouth ajar as the rest of his cum came out of him. " s..so g-good" he whimpered, opening his eyes slowly.
he looked down at you, seeing how full your mouth looked with just his dick. he smiled and pulled it out, watching the saliva string between your lips and his dick. "sorry." he whispered, smiling down at you. you shook your head and remained on the floor, looking up at him. " can.. can I do it again." you asked softly, hands going to grip him once more. a small whimper escaped from him, his eyes squeezing shut. " s-sure maus just give me a- fuck!" he cried out, feeling your lips back around his tip.
he opened his eyes,, watching you wrap your lips around his tip again. this time, your tongue swirled around the hole at the top of his tip, earning a loud whine from him. his body pressed back against the chair, his hips pulling back from you. " l-libeling please I just.. oh fuck~" he cried out, his head falling back. you didnt really know what came over you, or why you were so obsessed with this. but it was fun to be able to do something you've been thinking of for so long. especially when the outcome is this good.
it didnt taker long for Konig to feel that second orgasm coming up. his legs tensed up, his hands finding your cheek. " oh im cumming, im cumming I-im... fuck right there" he cried, his hips jerking forward into your mouth. he knew what he did but he couldnt help it. the way your mouth wrapped so perfectly around his tip, your tongue tracing small circled around his tip. it was like you'd done this before.
pretty little cries came from him as he felt his load shoot into your mouth again, quiet 'please' coming from him. you pulled away, the mix of saliva and cum stringing between your lips and his dick. your shirt was ruined too, drool completely covering the top half. his eyes were hooded, mouth ajar. his chest rose and fell slowly, his legs shaking beside you. you giggled at the sight, the roles now reversed. " n..no more.. please. cant take it." he mumbled, holding your shoulders back to stop you from wrapping your lips around him again. you giggled and nodded, standing to sit on his lap.
his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. his head rested into your chest, taking in your scent. " so tired.." he whispered, pressing a kiss to your wet chest. " lets take a nap." you said softly, watching how he looked so small beneath you. kinda how you looked after he made you cum. but soft snored erupted from below you and you knew that he had fallen asleep. you giggled and ran your hands through his hair, sighing softly. " goodnight "
you knew it was wrong, but you couldnt help the throbbing between your thighs anymore. so, on his sleeping body you moved your hips back and forth on him, helping yourself to an orgasm as well.
omg I loved this request so fucking much!! and im so sorry it took this long to get out, life has been beating my ass. more requests coming out soon!
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pandoraslxna · 10 months
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im a toxic bitch so i need me some possessive!neteyam please 🫦🫦
adult Neteyam x female reader, minors dni 🔞
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"You know I hate" thrust "hate" thrust "hate" thrust "when you talk to these guys!"
You felt dizzy. Your toes curled into your soles, your own legs barely able to hold you upright as Neteyam rutted into you like he wanted your perfect skin to bruise from the sheer force of his hips colliding with yours.
"You’re such a little attention whore, aren’t you?", he spoke through gritted teeth, forcing you harder against the tree with every thrust, arms aching and hands clawing at the rough bark underneath your palms.
"Acting all cute and innocent, but I bet you were clenching your tights together the whole time, wishing you could rub your needy little clit and get yourself off, while you were talking to them." Neteyam was rambling now. His voice was angry and loud and if you weren’t so fixated on the feeling of his cock, roughly pummeling his way in and out and in and out of your pussy at such a mind blowing, back arching pace, you could’ve focused on his words enough to respond. Instead, all you could do was moan and gasp and whimper whenever he hit that special spot inside you.
"Did you imagine them all taking turns on you? Fucking you like the little slut that you are?"
Your walls flutter around him, clenching down around the girthy cock that stretched you, that bought you so much pleasure, it was ridiculous to think that this was meant as some sort of punishment.
"You really think they could make you cum the way I do, huh? Oh, you sweet dumb thing. Nobody can do it like I do. They wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl like you!"
A sharp gasp leaves your lips when the hand that had been squeezing your waist suddenly comes up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. Your spine arches even more, bending uncomfortably so Neteyam could whisper into your ear, "You’re mine, all mine. Mine to fuck and ruin and to make you cum until you can’t fucking walk anymore. You belong to me, baby."
When he lets up, you fall forward but catch yourself just in time, both hands flat against the tree just like before. Meanwhile, his pace doesn’t ease up just a little. He’s jackhammering into you, the fat tip of his cock pushing against your cervix over and over again.
You’re a mess. A moaning, whimpering mess, with drool sliding down your chin and eyes rolling back into your head. But you take it. You take it because you love it. That’s why you did it in the first place, flirt with those metkayina guys, right there where he could see.
And he knows. Neteyam fucking knows what you’re doing, what he’s doing, how to make you feel good. He knows how to handle you, how to make you crumble and come like no one else ever could.
"Who’s fucking you so good, hm? So good that you go dumb on this cock", he chuckles, clearly enjoying how you still haven’t managed to respond to him. "Say it. Say you’re mine, tell me who this pussy belongs to."
You couldn’t focus. Words, you knew them, you knew what to say but you couldn’t get them out. Every word that tried to leave the tip of your tongue was cut off by another harsh thrust. The way Neteyam was snickering behind your back, while you failed to form any verbal response, other than pointless brabbles and pleas, sends a wave of shivers down your spine.
"If you won’t tell me now, I’ll make you say it in front of them, make them watch. See how well you get the words out when my cock is stuffed down your throat. But at least like this, they‘ll never forget who you belong to."
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fuckmymunson · 1 year
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Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!
❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—
❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.
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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…
But he stops. Suddenly.
Abruptly.
Violently.
Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.
"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"
"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.
"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"
"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"
"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.
Then it hits.
The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—
"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.
You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.
Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.
He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"
"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.
"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"
"Edward, seriously. Shut up."
"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.
"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.
"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"
"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.
"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"
"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"
"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"
"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"
"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"
"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...
"I like it messy"
He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.
"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"
Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.
His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.
"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"
You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"
"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.
The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.
Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.
"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"
"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"
He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.
"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.
"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.
God, this is true love ♡.
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angelbarelywrites · 15 days
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♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim..
♡ fandoms; Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)
♡ characters; Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz
♡ reader; gender neutral
♡ cw; very suggestive content
♡ note; i wasn’t sure how to word the title/concept of this one?? but essentially you’re almost a victim, but you’re a little to okay with it/something they do and it throws them off?? idk just read ‘em
also only 3 little meow meows in this one, i wrote most of this on break at work uwu
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Micheal Myers
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> he’s been stalking you for months
> in his mind you’re the perfect victim
> clueless to his presence, adorable and vulnerable
> he’s drawing it out as long as he can
> but he’s practically twitching the night you come out onto your porch in your tight pajama shorts, relaxing with some tea
> he’s got you pinned to the wall before you can even scream
> he wants to savor this, so he keeps his knife tucked away and has a massive hand around your throat
> he doesn’t miss your breath catching
> and he takes a moment to watch your chest heaving, your cheeks all flushed
> but he’s not that easily impressed. could be the lighting. maybe you’re quick to panic.
> “…you’ve been watching me.”
> you knew?
> you knew, and you still played his game
> interesting. very interesting.
Thomas Hewitt
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> Tommy boy is already giving you special treatment
> something is different about you
> he’s not sure what, you’re pretty, but he kills plenty of pretty people
> maybe something about the way you look up at him through your lashes?
> and you’re terrified now, but you weren’t scared of the initial sight of him..
> he doesn’t put you on a meat hook, instead rigging you somewhat kindly, your hands chained above your head but your bound feet on the ground
> whatever he decides on, he knows that you’re special. you deserve to be honored.
> he takes extra care in examining you, feeling you shiver as he grazes your exposed stomach - a side affect of your position, but a welcome sight
> he roughly grabs your face and pushes it left and right, pausing to rub your cheek with his thumb
> you would be a pretty face to wear
> he shoves two fingers into your mouth as he’s mentally measuring
> and he practically startles at the noise you make
> he’s never heard a sound like come from a victim- especially not his victims
> when he pushes a bit and you whimper around his fingers it confirms his suspicions. you’d given a choked moan at the initial intrusion
> he stares down at you, breathing heavily through his mask
> oh you were very special
Billy Lenz
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> you were renting a spare room in the sorority house
> while you were good friends with the girls, you valued your alone time
> you quickly became Billy’s favorite to watch, mostly because you were always home
> when he calls he always tries to time it so you pick up
> but usually the girls downstairs still answer- you’re never expecting calls so why bother?
> this evening however, he’s lucky- there’s an on campus event and you’re home completely alone
> you answer on the second ring and he’s delighted, immediately babbling profanities and filthy threats
> “gonna fuck that pretty piggy c—“
> to his surprise you giggle at him
> not a nervous sound, but genuine giggling
> before he can snap, or really even process you laughing at him, you stop him
> “yknow if you want phone sex, you can just ask nicely mister”
> he hangs up in a panic
> that was certainly the last thing he expected
> but now he’s beyond fixated on you
> he barely sleeps just to peep through your wall
> and it’s just about time he paid you a real visit
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