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jaebeomsbitch · 6 months

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The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out.

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips.

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines.

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there.

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head.

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite.

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut.

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more.

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down.

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully.

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time.

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum.

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further.

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck.

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip.

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.

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ilsanslut · 3 months

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proneboning—it’s HIS favorite position. there’s just something so very tantalizing about pinning you flush to whatever surface he can manage and completely ravishing you beneath him. and you? you love it just as much.

your pretty face pressed deeply into the sheets, leaving you to helplessly writhe and moan beneath the weight of your lover. your tiny fists fisting the sheets, bracing for every powerful, mind-numbing thrust as you feel his thick, heavy cock pounding the deepest depths within you. your shrill moans and pleasured wails becoming muffled by the duvet beneath you as you’re smothered beneath his hardy, masculine frame. you can feel his heavy weight and muscled chest boring down on your back, crushing and pinning you firmly into a mattress in such a delightful way as every one of his powerful, carnal thrusts, aided by gravity and his heft, pounds you further and further into submission—as if every singular one is bellowing MINE, MINE, MINE, from the lewd echos of your bedroom walls.

you can’t catch your breath, you can’t speak, you can’t even think. you’re reduced to a babbling mess, your weeps of sheer ecstasy matching that of your glistening, weeping cunt as it gushes around his thick shaft with every obscene clap of his pelvis PLAP, PLAP, PLAPPING against your bubbly ass.

“yeaah, that’s it.” you can barely make out his gruff voice as his lips press to the shell of your ear, his heavy pants mixing with near-feral growls as he struggles to maintain his own composure.

amidst his unforgiving pace, you feel his muscled forearm snaking around your waist, his meaty palm, and equally thick digits pressing against the fatty part of your lower belly to feel that prominent bulge that forms every time he bottoms out within you. “y’feel me in here too, princess? bullying that pretty womb of yours? haah, fuck. thaaat’s it. sing for me, angel. let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

so you do. you cry, you shriek, you mewl—“singing” praises of his name, how big his cock is and how good his cock feels inside of you, how you can’t take it because it’s “too much," as well as contradictory pleas of him to slow down followed by depraved cries of “please, please, fuck me harder!”

that’s not good enough for him, though. c’mon, princess. use your dumb little brain. you think he can hear you when you're nose-deep in the sheets? don’t worry, he has a solution for that.

nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of a broad, bulging bicep snaking around your neck, the crease of its forearm and elbow resting tautly against your windpipe as he wrenched your head up from the sheets and began to squeeze. he balled the fist of his other hand and used his strength to pull back the latter, effectively locking you into an unforgiving headlock that made your toes curl and your heightened moans catch in your throat.

“say it again for me, pretty. y’like my fat cock fuckin’ you up? like me using you like the pretty pocket pussy you are? yeah? ngh, shit. c’mon, lighten up, princess, you’re chokin’ my dick here.”

“y-yes! yes, yes, yes! oh, f-fuck yess! m’gonna cum, hah, mpfh! m’gonna cum!!”

he raises himself onto his knees, caging your petite frame in between both of his muscular thighs as he pounds into you with more ferocity than before, like a ravenous predator claiming every ounce of his darling little prey. he was always so, so generous, most of the time. who was he to deny his little angel her precious orgasm?

“do it. c’mon, make a fuckin’ mess on my cock, you dumb slut.” he would snarl against you, his teeth and sharp canines grazing the shell of your ear.

you did so graciously; your moans mixed with babbles of useless speech along the lines of “thank you” and incoherent swears. your glassy eyes spilling with fat globs of tears that rolled down your cheeks could not register their surroundings, nor could your brain register him slamming his cock's head firmly against your squishy insides, pumping you to the brim with his virile seed that threatened to bloat your lil’ tummy.

he let you go in an instant, allowing your exhausted body to fall slack on the sheets before you, your head resting soundly on the crevice of his elbow between his bicep and forearm. he had yet to pull out of you, even after you had come down from your high, and his cock had long since ceased languidly pumping the ropes of his creamy, heavy seed deep inside of you.

“shh, i got you, angel.” he eased your twitchy frame and panting mewls with an affectionate, breathless kiss to your forehead.

“always such a good girl, f’me.”

blue lock: KAISER MICHAEL. SHOEI BAROU. nagi seishiro. KUNIGAMI RENSUKE. itoshi sae. itoshi rin. KARASU TABITO. EGO JINPACHI. otoyo eita. OLIVER AIKU. isagi yoichi. BACHIRA MEGURU. RAICHI JINGO. LORENZO DON. SHIDOU RYUSEI. jujutsu kaisen: nanami kento. GETO SUGURU. kamo choso. FUSHIGURO TOJI. OH MY FUCKING GOD TOJI. SUKUNA. SUKUNA. SUKUNA PLEASE GOD SUKUNA. GOJO SATORU. mahito. HAKARI KINJI. todo aoi. zenin naoya. genshin impact: WRIOTHESLEY. CHILDE. ALHAITHAM. kamisato ayato. ragnvindr diluc. ARATAKI ITTO. tighnari. SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER. HEIZOU. IL DOTTORE. PANTALONE. kimetsu no yaiba: SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI. UZUI TENGEN. rengoku kyojuro. RENGOKU SHINJUROOOO. IGURO OBANAI. KIBUTSUJI MUZAN. akaza. kokoshibo. DOUMA. HANTENGU CLONES. GYUTARO, tokyo revengers: mitsuya takashi. KAWATA NAHOYAAAA. SHIBA TAIJU. BAJI KEISUKE. HANEMIYA KAZUTORA. haitani rindou. HAITANI RAN. RYUGUJI KEN. sano manjiro. SANZU HARUCHIYO. akashi takeomi. imaushi wakasa. TERANO SOUTH. sano sinichiro. HANMA SHUUJI.

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fumikoshi · 2 months

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Sensei

✧ — SUMMARY; you came to school wearing a very short skirt to make your beloved Gojo sensei jealous. But things didn't go as you expected.

✧ — CONTENT; 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! reader, nickname, doggystyle, size kink, belly bulge, age gap, slightly jealous gojo, public sex, voyeurism, innocent!reader, reader is 18

"Se-sensei~ ah~ s-slow down...~ kyaa~"

The sound of skin against skin, your wetness and sweet moans filled the empty classroom, you were now in a lewd position, bent over sensei's table, one hand holding your delicate wrists as he fucked you from behind, the other hand wrapped around your waist. Gojo looked down at the petite body beneath him with a wry grin on his face; your delicate body trembling with pleasure. You looked so small and defenseless beneath him that he could destroy you with a flick of his finger. The way your plump ass waves in his each mercyless thrust. The way your tiny puffy pussy flexed to accommodate his cock, and the way his huge cock slid in and out of your sloppy cunt was a priceless sight for Gojo.

"Fufu~ are you sure you want me to slow down, my sweet student~? You know it's going to come to this when you put on that slutty skirt, don't you~?"

His thrusts were getting harder with his every word, his cock thrusting deeper than you ever thought possible. You squealed sweetly when the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot.

"Kya~! Sensei~!"

"Fufu~ you have a pretty dirty mouth for an innocent little girl like you, sweetie~ but it's okay, I love you just the way you are~"

*clap*

The speed and strength of his thrusts increased with each passing second, his muscles contracted slightly, his stunning blue eyes narrowed. He clenched his teeth gently as your sweet pussy began to squeeze his cock.

"Sensei...~ I feel weird... like I'm going to pee-ah~"

Your words of innocence made his cock harden and twitch. İt made his thrusts were erratic, he was close too.

"Haha~ you're not gonna pee, mochi. It's called cum. Soon your sweet nectar will be all over my dick."

Cum...? What is that?... You were dizzy with pleasure, you couldn't even understand what he was saying. Your soft cheeks flushed, you closed your eyes in shame and pleasure, your eyebrow slightly arched and your tongue hanging slightly over the edge of your soft, pink lip.

When the tip of his large cock hit the sweet spot called the g-spot, your eyes widened and you moaned loudly like a porn star.

"Ahaaaah~!"

"That's it, moan for your sensei. Moan for who this young cunt belongs to."

*clap*

"Ah~ senseii~!"

*clap*

"M-my body is belongs to you~ my cunt is your to use, senseii~"

*clap clap clap*"

''That's right, you were created for your sensei, this sloppy cunt belongs to me, and no one else can have it but me."

*Clap clap clap clap clap*

With those words, Gojo's grip on your slender waist tightened. You felt a strange feel in your tummy... You were about to cum.

After a few hard thrust, finally the knot broke and your nectar poured on Gojo's thick cock.

Your hot liquid covered your teacher's huge cock but he didn't stop and he kept thrusting his cock in your cunt after a while.

After a few thrust, he cum too. He poured his semen into your fertile womb and you moaned softly as you felt your womb fill with warm fluid. Gojo's cock stayed in you for a while.

After a short while, he slowly pulled out his softened cock. His breath heavy, sweat trickling down his chin in small beads, a smirk formed on his face as he watched with narrowed eyes as your beautiful pussy twitched and oozed his load and your cum. he chuckled under his breath and the veiny large hand that wrapped around your slender waist moved slowly to your bulged tummy and began to stroke it gently.

"Oops~ I think your dear sensei filled your womb with his milk~ How careless of me~"

He didn't look sad at all.

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mina-saiyat · 2 months

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Fashion Show (Dahyun)

A/N: Dahyun's fashion show smut! BBC, Gangbang, piss involved lol. Please enjoy

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In a hotel in New York, a horny scene was taking place on the bed. The fair-skinned Dahyun was sandwiched between two tall black men like a sandwich. Dahyun was lying on her back with small and sexy lips. There was a white trace of semen hanging from the corner of her mouth. As her little mouth opened and closed, Dahyun let out a seductive moan. Her long hair was draped loosely and messily on both sides of her shoulders, several strands of sticky semen dripping down from her hair.

The gold mini dress on Dahyun's body was pulled down to her waist, revealing a pair of tall, white breasts underneath, with a shallow cleavage squeezed out in the middle, which swayed as a black man thrust, As full of flesh as two spring-loaded grapefruits, the two small nipples were covered with mucus, as dazzling as two crystal rubies.

Dahyun herself held her two plump and tender thighs and spread them widely apart on both sides, assuming a lewd posture, and her glistening lower body was currently having two large-sized cocks going in and out, fucked out of the ground.

The black man on Dahyun's body is bald, with eye patches on his eyes, and his appearance cannot be seen. He spreads his legs and squats, holding Dahyun's ankles with two thick hands to support his body. Underneath his eight-pack abs, the eggplant-like big cock was thrusting up and down Dahyun's slimy pussy like a pile driver. The two egg-sized balls hit Dahyun's tender flesh with the thrust, making a "snap" sound.

The black man under Dahyun has curly short hair that sticks to his scalp. His big hands tightly wrap around Dahyun's slender waist, fixing Dahyun's body to prevent her from rocking back and forth. His thick black hard cock is struggling Fuck Dahyun’s little asshole.

The two cocks in Dahyun's lower body were turned on at full power and he was fucking her in and out. Judging from the thickness and length of the cocks, even the tall European and American bitches couldn't bear it, even this petite one? A thin Asian female idol, compared to the tall black man, Dahyun, who was being fucked hard between two black men, was like a junior high school student being fucked and raped by two adults.

The room was filled with constant sounds of "slapping, banging..." and "squeaking..." thrusting sounds, as well as Dahyun's excited "Ahhh...fuckme...ah...fuckme..."

Dahyun's lower body was in a mess, and the thick black pubic hair was covered with mucus. It was unclear whether it was semen or vaginal fluid. The entire hair was wet and greasy, and her small clitoris was like a small soybean that had absorbed water. Crystal clear and translucent, two long and thick eggplant-like dicks were thrust in and out. As they were thrusting in and out, semen and nectars continued to seep out of Dahyun's pussy, and Dahyun's two labia majora were fucked to the ground. The wetness tightly wrapped the thick cock, like a small mouth tightly sucking the long black eggplant; and Dahyun's little asshole was now like a blooming chrysanthemum, with the black man's big cock The cock was thrust open and closed, and white mucus seeped out from the crack of the asshole. It seemed that Dahyun's asshole had been filled with cum just now.

The sound of "Puff, Puff, Puff..." in the room became more intense, like the sound of stepping on mud, and the sound of "snap, snap, snap..." of flesh could be heard incessantly. All that's left is the heavy breathing of several bodies. Dahyun moaned lustfully, both Korean and English, "Ahhhh… I am dying...fuckme...ahhhhhhhhh".

This fucking scene lasted for nearly ten minutes. The thick cock inserted in Dahyun's little asshole was thrust hard and hard several times. Finally, the black man yelled "fuck...fuck...", this thick cock inserted hard into Dahyun's ass, and the semen was poured into Dahyun's body one after another.

After thirty or forty seconds, the black man under Dahyun pulled out his still-hard cock from Dahyun's asshole. At this time, Dahyun's little asshole was open like a small black hole, and the Large balls of semen flowed out from the black hole, accompanied by Dahyun's crying moans.

Three bodies with obvious black and white contrast twisting on a big bed, and the sheets on this big bed are already mottled and messy. The black man who just ejaculated moved away from Dahyun, and the one who was still fucking Dahyun was holding Dahyun's pussy, moved Dahyun's legs above her head, which raised Dahyun's ass high. It looked like if he pressed it down further, she would be able to fold Dahyun in half.

Dahyun's flexibility is really good, and now the big, sinewy cock like a black donkey's cock is still violently fucking Dahyun's pussy up and down, and Dahyun's pair of tender white breasts are like little leather balls, bouncing up and down, constantly slapping Dahyun's face. Dahyun's slender and well-proportioned arms rested softly on both sides of her head as if surrendering.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ummm… Fuck me! Ah…” Dahyun's obscene screams continued to come from the bed. Now there is a layer of fragrant sweat on Dahyun's body, and there are spots of white semen on his fair body and black hair, and there are at least three black men in the room who are surrounding Dahyun while stroking their thick cocks beside.

As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's screams became more and more lewd. Every time the black man's thick and big donkey-like cock was inserted hard into the glistening pussy, Dahyun let out a sharp scream. "Ah..." The sound was like the big cock suddenly hit the switch of Dahyun's pronunciation.

Dahyun's lustful screams were rising and falling in response to the frequency of the black man's cock being thrust in and out. A stream of semen seeped out from the cracks of the pussy that was being fucked so hard, and flowed all the way down Dahyun's flat abdomen. It flowed onto the bouncing breasts. As the pair of elastic little balls swung up and down, the semen was scattered around, and a few drops even landed on Dahyun's face.

In this way, Dahyun was surrounded by several black men and gangbanged. Dahyun 's tender body was even more white and shiny in the contrast with the black men. She was folded in half like a shrimp. A tall black man covered in greasy sweat was erecting a penis that looked like a black donkey’s cock was thrusting into Dahyun's wet pussy.

As the thrusting continued, Dahyun's crying moans became more and more intense, "Ah...ahhh...ah...coming...coming...ahhh..."

In the end, Dahyun's whole body tense up, her mouth wide open as she screamed silently, and her body began to shake violently. What was even more unexpected was that as Dahyun's intense climax came, she actually spurted out from her lower body. A stream of urine, and this crystal clear urine sprayed onto Dahyun's face and breasts. Accompanied by the sound of "squirting..." was the sound of "gu dong gu dong..." and the sound of Dahyun swallowing her own piss. The black men let out a laugh.

"Fuck, this Dahyun from Twice is so slutty."

"If this kind of slut comes to my hometown, she will be taken to the village square and fucked to death by all the men in the village."

"Hey, this slut is so durable, she can still squirt after being fucked for so long."

"Edward, where did you find this slutty idol?" a black man asked Edward who was standing aside.

"Hehe, I won't tell you this, but she has been fucked by our people these days. You also know how strong our young man is. This Dahyun is not only physically sensitive but also very resistant to fuck. I'm really sorry for not selling her out. Why? So, if anyone comes to play next time, the price will still be the same, one thousand per person, discount for more people."

"Haha... of course. You also know that people with big cocks like us are usually not willing to find prostitutes to play with. With this slutty K-pop female idol who is willing to be fucked, of course many people will come."

"Thank you very much, haha." At this time, Dahyun had finished peeing, and only a small amount of urine was left. As the dick was inserted again, it gushes out of the urethra. It flows down the belly to a pair of plump breasts bouncing up and down. Dahyun's body and face were covered with glistening traces of urine, sliding down his skin drop by drop.

"Does it taste good? Little slut, Dahyun." Edward asked with a smile.

"Ahhh... so... delicious... ahhh... fuck Dahyun to death... ah... ahhhh... again... ahhh... fuck Dahyun..." Dahyun gasped and moaned, speaking dirty words in a slutty tone, her two small hands as slender as green onion grabbed her big breasts and rubbed them.

"Fuck, your bitch Dahyun, ah...fuck...ah..." The black man who was working hard on Dahyun's pussy gasped and made the final thrust. With the thrust of the thick cock covered with black veins, Dahyun's moans became more lustful.

"Ahhhhh... big cock... I want to...ahhh... fuck me to death...ahhhh... ah Dahyun...ahhh..."

"Puff, puff, puff..." Dahyun is only responded by harder thrusting.

Finally, as the black man gasped heavily, "Heh...heh...", the ugly and thick cock was inserted deep into Dahyun's vagina, and a large amount of semen was injected into Dahyun 's vagina wave by wave.

"Ah... um..." Dahyun let out a long moan, pinching her bright little nipples with her tender white fingers.

The black man pulled out his wet and semi-hard penis. Dahyun's little hole was wet, like a swamp after a storm. The hole was slightly open, and white semen slowly flowed out. Before Dahyun could take a breath, another black man inserted his large cock into Dahyun’s pussy, which was still leaking semen, made a sound of “Puff, puff, puff…”

Dahyun's voice became even stickier, as if she had been inserted into a ball of paste. During the thrusting, semen was continuously squeezed out from the joint between the two, and flowed drop by drop onto Dahyun's pink little asshole, and then it flowed down the groin and onto the already wet sheets.

Another strong black man pressing his big cock against the fair-skinned Dahyun and fucking her continuously. After thrusting for a while, the black man suddenly picked up Dahyun and then turned Dahyun over to a kneeling position, the black man clamped Dahyun's two fair and plump thighs on both sides of his waist, pushed Dahyun to the bed while thrusting, and then asked Dahyun to get off the bed with his hands on her hands.

"Ahhhhh…Urghh… Ahhh… mmmmm… Ahhh…" Dahyun whined and moaned as she was being fucked, while the black man thrust hard with his big cock, pushing Dahyun towards Walking towards the door, during the thrusting and moving process, semen and semen kept pouring out of Dahyun's pussy, dripping down to the floor like broken beads. She even saw several black men around her, stroking their large cock.

Then the door was opened, and the black man pushed Dahyun into the brightly lit living room. The sound of the weather forecast could be heard in the room. In the living room of a presidential suite, where people reunited warmly after having a meal. Dahyun, who was covered in mucus, with her long black hair spread on her smooth and shiny skin, her tits was shaking like a bitch , while being pushed up by an ugly black man who was tall, strong and full of power. A cock as thick as a wine bottle was thrusting and pushing towards the sofa step by step. The banging sound of "pah pah pah..." did not stop for a second. Dahyun's moaning like crying aroused the Endless desire of men.

The black man was fucking Dahyun in front of the sofa like a doggy. Dahyun's pair of boobs, which were as elastic as water-filled balloons, were dangling in the air, with rippling breasts, and he was fucking her fiercely. It went on until Dahyun's hands could no longer support her and her body went limp. She was only supported by her two breasts. The black man picked her up and sat on the sofa.

At this time, Dahyun was sitting with her back to the black man on the large cock that was constantly going in and out of her pussy. The black man grabbed Dahyun's slim waist with both hands and lifted Dahyun up until the entire wet and shiny cock was exposed, and then held it with one hand. He aimed his dick at Dahyun’s little asshole and inserted it all at once without any resistance.

"Ah..." Dahyun let out a low and suppressed moan. Then another black man came over with a thick cock. The egg-sized glans was still dripping with mucus. The black man lifted Dahyun’s legs and pressed the large cock against Dahyun’s vagina. Slowly push the whole egg-sized glans into Dahyun's cunt, which is flowing with semen and semen. Two petal-like labia opening like flowers, and the clitoris on the flower is the size of a soybean, appears more crystal clear.

Then, the black man inserted his entire cock into Dahyun’s vagina at once, and Dahyun let out a moan of pleasure.

As the fucking continued, more black men joined in. One of the black men sat on Dahyun's waist and used Dahyun's breasts to hold his own thick black cock and thrust it. The other two black men took turns to fuck their cocks, inserting it into Dahyun's mouth, the black man's cock was too big for Dahyun's small mouth. Only a third of the whole big cock could be inserted before it could no longer be inserted, but Dahyun was still swallowing and sucking desperately. As if eating a delicious lollipop, Dahyun's two thin white hands were not idle either, each holding a big cock and stroking it up and down.

Dahyun, just like a human semen sucking machine, constantly being fucked by the huge black cocks. Every time someone ejaculated in Dahyun's pussy, there would be another one as hard and thick as a wine bottle goes in again.

"Oh... uh... uh... uh... uh... uh..." Dahyun's lustful moans were suppressed in his throat. The sound of "slapping, banging, banging..." and the sound of "puff, puff, puff..." never stopped for a moment. Various insults from black people like "fuck... shit... dirty girl..." were heard from time to time.

During this period, a black man even ejaculated his fishy urine into Dahyun's mouth, and Dahyun swallowed it greedily. Every time she was fucked to climax, more urine spurted out from Dahyun's lower body, and then the black guys just thrust harder.

As the thrusting continued, the entire sofa became wet. The black men lifted Dahyun to the ground and continued to rape her. Until it was almost time to leave for the fashion show, Dahyun was still moaning and crying as she was being fucked by the thick cock.

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gummyfang · 1 year

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♡♡♡ | ˗ˏˋ Perv König ´ˎ˗

➳　【K ö n i g　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐠/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was SUPPOSED to be headcanons. no clue what happened here, it kinda turn into word vom so if it's kinda shit dont come at me. also I made Konig bi hehe. I had some more ideas but this got a bit long and i got lazy so let me know if you'd like a second part to this ♡

Deprivation of touch and sexual attention is nothing unheard of at a location such as a military base. With little ways to relieve their frustration, most men are forced to resort to fantasy as they rub one out.

König was no different. And really, he didn’t have a problem with it. He was never a man who needed much to get going, the mental image of random men and women enough to have him cum all over his hand. It wasn’t desperation for him, just routine. Masturbation was just what helped him relax after a physically and emotionally taxing day. That is, until you came into the picture.

The first time König saw you, he wasn’t being too weird about you. Just watching KorTac’s rookie members walk on by, as he checked them out one by one, his steely gaze lingered on you.

Maybe it was the way you looked so pathetic, doe-like eyes wide as you shuffled along like a lost little deer. Or perhaps it was the way your combat cargo pants (despite not being meant to fit tightly) hugged nicely around your ass. You’d caught König’s attention.

It wasn't until you approached him that he really started taking interest in you. Being such a large man with a reputation for being ruthless on the battlefield did not make König a very approachable man, and he wasn't exactly keen on mingling with strangers either. So when you approached him for his help with a tangled strap on your gear, he was pleasantly surprised.

You apologized quietly and continuously, embarrassed you had to ask for help from someone with so much more experience so early on. Little did you know König was enjoying himself quite a bit.

With a gruff chuckle, his thick fingers started working on untangling the mess of straps and clasps, making him wonder how the fuck you managed to do this in the first place.

His fingers traced your back gently, the light shudder you tried to hide not going unnoticed to the large man.

God, you looked so fucking cute and petite sitting down under him like this. König's eyelids slid down as he sunk into thoughts, thinking back to your doe-like gaze.

Before he knew it, his fingers slid away from the straps to explore along your body, tracing along your sides. Your shirt moved up a little as he did, exposing your lower back. Your underwear was peaking out from under the waist of your trousers, just enough to let the teasing view settle in his mind. König felt his cock twitch in his pants, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue.

He was grateful he still had his sniper hood up. If anyone could see him, well... he looked fucking depraved.

His name floating from your lips snapped him back out of his trance, his large hands quickly dropping back down. He mutters a shitty excuse about checking the other straps, before finally untangling the mess. He excuses himself, and before you can get another word in, he's seen himself out.

That night, his cock felt ten times as sensitive as usual. König tugged it out of his boxers with little grace before fucking his fist animalistically. Where his mind was usually filled with faceless, nude bodies, the picture in his mind had now taken a clearer shape. It was you.

He thought of your pretty waist, how he could hold onto it as he fucked his cum into you. And that underwear, God.

As he bucked into his fist and the spurts of white liquid made his hand sticky, he knew something changed in him. Jacking off by himself like this wasn't going to keep him satisfied. He needed more.

The depravity got to König quickly. Soon, his masturbation sessions doubled. Where he'd usually only satisfy himself at the end of the day, he now found himself waking him hard as a rock with lewd fantasies of you drifting through his mind. Not bothering to wait until his morning wood dissipated, he instead decided using the material his depraved mind provided him with would be easier anyways.

Soon, when he wasn't busy himself, König could frequently be found overseeing rookie training from a distance, though there was really only one he had eye for.

Could you blame him? You were practically asking to be stared at, the way you kept bending over as if you were begging for him to come over and shove you to the floor and have his way with you right then and there.

Each of your little curves and movements were stored in König's memory, only for him to jack off to later.

At first he'd tried being subtle about it. Although he was drawn to you, there was some shame tied to his actions. Eyeing up a new recruit like this? And this often? People would start talking if he weren't careful.

But slowly, it was like he forgot he was supposed to feel ashamed for this. Where he used to find excuses to go to the training room to seek you out, usually claiming it was his turn to clean the training equipment, he now just started leering at you from the doorway.

After all, it was much easier to look at you where his view wasn't obscured by other rookies or equipment.

Then, eventually, just watching you bend your sweaty body in those positions wasn't enough for König. He needed you. Your essence. Anything that had to do with your body.

He didn't act on it. At least, not at first. König was not stupid. His perverse gazes could land him some social repercussions among his peers, but actually going behind your back to pleasure himself with your belongings? That could get him in serious shit.

But then the opportunity presented itself to him on a silver platter. You'd left the radio on your bed in a hurry, and you wouldn't have enough time to eat if you went out to grab it. But of course kind-hearted König didn't mind getting it for you.

Your barracks were empty. His heavily thudding footsteps echoing off the walls and breathing were the only noises he could hear. Your bed wasn’t hard to spot with the small radio thrown on the pillow.

But as he moved to pick it up, he caught a whiff of your scent. Immediately, his cock twitched in his pants. He’d been growing closer to you, and as he did, your scent became one of many aspects that reminded him of how much you turned him on.

But now, here he was, his stiff member forming a tent in his pants as he stood there, all alone. He felt his ears heat up at the realization what his body and mind were screaming for him to do.

For a moment, he convinced himself to just pick up your radio and force his legs to walk himself back out. But as soon as he leaned over to snatch it off the pillow, his shin bumped against the edge of the bed, and he clumsily tumbled onto the sheets.

As soon as his nose was shoved into the sheets, he knew he was done for.

He knew this was wrong. For the first time since he’d met you, he was struck by feelings of actual shame as he writhed around to make himself comfortable, before pulling his cock out and hurriedly pumping his hand up and down.

As he was lying down on your bed, those scenes of you doing sit-ups in those tightly fit pants started replaying in his mind. He whimpered softly as he pressed his thumb down on the head of his cock, the thought of you sleeping here tonight none the wiser of what happened only made him hornier.

A vein popped up on the back of his hand as the grip on the smooth fabric of the sheets tightened, pressing it over his mouth and nose.

Your scent drove him crazy. It offered him a figment of the proximity he imagined when he stroked his cock to your image every night.

His thumb rolled over the head of his cock, the digit gathering some of the precum leaking out the tip to lube up his rough strokes.

A loud moan muffled by the sheets erupted from his throat before his spend was spilling over his hand and abdomen. Thank fuck he'd pulled up his shirt a little.

A few drops leaked onto your bed, but he couldn't be bothered to clean those up. The thought of you sleeping with his semen under your sheets only turned him on more.

God, he felt so fucking dirty.

He knew he was done for. He'd never cummed this hard before in his life. Every single aspect of you turned him on, he needed you.

But you'd be none the wiser. He'd make sure of that, König thought to himself as he wiped away the fluids. He pulled his pants back up and fixed up your bed, before grabbing the radio and heading back out as if nothing happened.

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Euphoria | Ithan Holstrom

Ithan Holstrom x Plus Size Reader

Where Y/N finds herself needing to be reminded just how desirable she is, and Ithan Holstrom is more than willing to show her. Here's to all my thick, fat, plus-size girlies who want some SJM men love too xo

Warnings: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, eventual smut and the Ithan being utterly infatuated with his thick, beautiful lady.

MASTERLIST

I stared, unblinking, as Ruhn Danaan, Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae, kissed his way down the neck of a gorgeous and dark-skinned Faun. I trailed my gaze along as he sucked and bit gently against her soft skin and perfect bone structure, the Faun's eyes closed, her face a mirror of lust and bliss.

The grip I had on my glass tightened and I willed myself not the shatter it, to not draw attention to myself, to how jealous and seething I was.

The fluorescent lights inside the White Raven danced over the two of them, highlighting their ungodly beauty as they danced and rocked against each other to the beat of music. My chest tightened at the way Ruhn's arms wrapped so effortlessly around her slim waist, resting against the perfectly flat length of her stomach, revealed by her cropped bralette.

She was lovely by most standards and typical of the kind of females Ruhn was seen with- tall with small breasts and a small, yet nice ass and petite enough that there wasn't a single place that sat out or rubbed or curved too much.

Unlike me.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat, taking a long indulgent sip of my drink to drive away the dryness and the sorrow. It was hard not to trail my mind into those uncharted, dark waters, the kind of scary, hollow place of insecurity where I could pick myself apart and rip any sense of security I had to pieces.

Because unlike that Faun, who had turned now, her toned back facing me as Ruhn kissed her, kissed her with so much passion and need that it made me feel sick. Unlike her, I was not petite or skinny and I did not look like the kind of girl that Ruhn Danaan desired.

"You're glaring, Y/N." A deep voice interrupted my pity party and snapped me back into this room, away from all the meanest, cruellest thoughts I had of myself.

I turned, levelling out my eyes and surprise-filled me when I met with honey-brown eyes and a smile that could melt a girl's heart and drop her panties.

My lip kicked up as I took in the golden-brown soft waves of hair and tan sun-kissed skin, my gaze moved down, over the acres of strong, corded muscle that was further accentuated by the form-fitting t-shirt he wore.

"Ithan Holstrom," I mused, cocking my head at him, and seeing his lip tilt into a lazy smile "You're the last person I expected to see here, I didn't think this was your kind of scene."

"It's not, not really but," He shrugged, glancing over his broad shoulder to where a few wolves sat gathered around a table "But the pack forced me."

"You don't strike me as the type of guy who can be forced to do anything," I raised a brow, tossing a long strand of hair over my shoulder and felt Ithan's eyes track each movement. "Don't try and hide it, you came here for a good time, a good fuck maybe?"

He chuckled at my playful words, the sound rough and heady, running over me and prickling my skin. I forced myself to breathe as he stepped closer, close enough that his hard chest brushed against my breasts, and I felt the warmth and scent of him.

"Is that what you came for?" He asked, though his words weren't a question, not as he looked over my head, his stare pointed, straight to where Ruhn and that Faun stood "Or were you planning to glare at Ruhn Danaan all night, hoping he'd notice you?"

"Don't be a prick," I scowled, my lip curling and I pushed at his chest, hearing a rough bark of laughter escape him as he saw the fire burning in my eyes " I might be pining after Ruhn, but it's no different to how you trailed after Bryce like a lost puppy all these years, Holstrom."

His eyes darkened at that- those honeyed pupils shadowing into a starless night sky. Bryce was a sore topic still, even after two years and I felt guilt gnaw at me, hating myself for mentioning her, for the way that smile tilted down now.

"Bryce didn't want me, I knew she didn't," Ithan gritted back, his jaw locked and his eyes hard "Ruhn might want you, he could want you as badly as you want him, you're just too scared to find out."

"I'm not scared," I said defensively, crossing my arms over my chest, and yet again, I didn't miss how his steely gaze fell, something sparking in them as my top lowered and revealed my ample cleavage. I clear my throat, ignoring the twist in my gut "I'm just realistic, I know Ruhn's type, I've seen his type and I know I'm not it."

"His type?" Ithan mused, raising a dark, thick brow at me "What? Gorgeous? Desirable? No, you're definitely not his type." It was sarcastically drawled, accompanied by a sassy eye roll and it was the least serious I had seen Ithan in years- since Connor died.

"Try petite, skinny and perfect," I snort, but my voice isn't as joking as I would like, it's heavier, weighed down by the reality of the words.

"Bullshit, Y/N," Ithan scowls, and the way his eyes glared out in protest, in defence, it was as if he was furious at me for even saying what I did. "If Ruhn fucking Danaan thinks you're not perfect then he's a bigger asshole than I already thought he was."

I felt my face heat, my body turning hot and needy at his words, at the honesty and conviction behind them. He stepped closer, close enough that I smelt the mint and alcohol on his warm breath, and a fire sparked in my core- and I didn't step back.

"You think I'm perfect?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and shaking slightly. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, couldn't stop watching the lust roil in them, darkening them by each second, we inched closer, drawn together like magnets. "Don't fuck with me Ithan, I mean it."

"Y/N, while you were busy glaring down Danaan and the Faun," Ithan said, his voice slipping into a low timbre, the gruffness clawing over my nerves and making me breathless "I was staring at you."

"You were?" My voice was softer than I wanted it to be, but my defences were wearing down. I had always found Ithan attractive, always wondered what he would be like as more than a friend. And as his hand snaked around my waist, large, veined, and ringed, and slowly dragged me to him, I knew that those feelings hadn't faded with time.

"You might not believe me, but I was staring at you, alongside damn near every other male in this room, Y/N," Ithan muttered, his face inches from mine and when his nose brushed against my cheek, my eyes fluttered. "If you had just looked around you, you would have seen how many wanted you- and how could they not?"

I felt his hand trail down my back and sides, over the rolls and curves of flesh, and I felt nauseous, hating that he could feel it. But he growled, a purely animal sound, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he was holding himself back as if touching me brought him to the edge of his control.

"Ithan," I swallowed, steeling my spine, and forcing back the fierceness and power I was used to wielding with men, "I'm not Bryce Quinlan."

"And I'm not Ruhn Danaan," He shot back immediately, his lip quirking "But that doesn't change the fact that I fucking want you, and I know you want me too."

I inhaled a shaky, long breath, my throat drying out at his words and at all the sinful, dirty images that flashed through my mind, filthy enough that I had to clench my thighs shut.

"Let's walk to yours, no cab," I say hoarsely, ignoring the way he grinned as I grabbed his hand and began dragging him to the exit. He followed dutifully, his fingers interlocking with mine, his thumb brushing soothing, soft strokes against my palm.

"Why?" He laughed, his brow raising at me as I glanced over my shoulder and I didn't miss the way my body ignited, striking, and burning as his gaze trailed over my skin.

"Because I can't promise I won't ride you in the back seat," I said honestly, gnawing on my lip as my eyes met his over my shoulder "And I don't want the night to end before it's even begun."

"Fuck," Ithan swore, low and dirty, and I could smell his arousal.

Just like I knew he could smell mine.

***

We walked through The Wolves Den with ease, silent and quick-paced as we waded through each corridor and climbed floor after floor.

Ithan had wanted to take the lift straight to his floor and had been so on edge that he looked as if he might have taken me against the wall in the goddamn lobby if I had given him the say-so. But I wanted him at breaking point, wanted that wolf inside him to come out clawing, biting and roaring.

So instead, we walked, each second that passed and the silence that stretched drawing the tension tauter and tauter, and I could feel my blood thrum in anticipation. Ithan looked over at me as we walked down the final corridor- and the smirk he wore, the knowing gleam in his eyes, told me everything he wanted to do.

"You have got to be kidding me, Ithan," A voice declared, female and high-pitched, loud enough that it grated against my senses and had both of us coming to a reluctant halt. I eyed the fifth door, which happened to be Ithan's room, with need. "Bringing the trash home?"

"Watch it, Amelie," Ithan growled, his eyes tapering in warning as he turned to glare at the dark-haired, golden-eyed female before him. His pack member- and a total hateful bitch.

"Why? Scared I'll scare away your whore for the night?" She snorted, her arms folding over her chest as she looked at me, amusement and cruelty gleaming in her eyes. I saw her stare trail between us, taking in our interlocked hands, the way our arousals wafted in the air, and she scowled.

Jealous, that much was obvious.

"Hey, Ithan?" I mused, glancing sideways at him, and smiling sweetly. He rose a brow at me, confused and half-amused. "Are the walls here thin?" I stared pointedly, past Amelie, to the open door at her side, number four- right next to Ithan's.

Ithan seemed to catch onto my thought trail and chuckled lowly, nodding his head "Very thin."

"Amelie," I smirked, my hand trailing up Ithan's muscled chest as he punched in the code and pushed open his room door, "When you touch yourself tonight, imagining that Ithan's fucking you and not me, don't be too loud- Ithan might hear it and go limp."

"You fucking-" Her eyes burned, and so did her cheeks, outrage and embarrassment filling her as she stepped toward me.

"Have a good night, I know I will." I winked and Ithan's laughter flittered over to me, caressing my skin like a phantom touch. The door clicked shut behind me, and suddenly, Amelie was gone, and it was just me and him, in his room, together, and alone.

"I don't think I've ever seen Amelie that red before, she's not used to being put in her place like that," Ithan noted, his eyes dancing with amusement as he leaned against the back of his sofa "She's not going to let that go, you know?"

"Amelie's a neurotic, insecure bitch," I scowl, walking a few tentative steps further into his room, "She can get fucked, I couldn't care less."

Ithan doesn't say anything else, remaining silent as my gaze lifts and washes over his room. I take in the four bare walls and the simple brown sofa, glass table and TV, a large double bed at the furthest wall and a chest of drawers and a matching wardrobe at its side.

"Not what you were expecting?" Ithan asked, cocking his head to the side as he observed my expression. I pursed my lips, looking over his folded arms, the way the muscles bulged, and I swallowed.

"I'm not sure what I expected," I say honestly, my voice quiet and when I slowly began to walk over to Ithan, I felt the tension in the air go taut. I paused, standing just before where he sat on the sofa's back, looking at me with a wry smile. "Were you being honest when you said that the walls are thin?"

"I was," He chuckled, revealing two sharp canines on either side of his upper teeth and I shivered at the sight of them. I imagined them against my skin, teasing, scrapping, and biting and I clenched my hands. "Were you being honest when you said you would be having a good night?"

I smiled at the heat in his eyes, at the way we were so close, yet we didn't touch not in one single place, and I knew he was holding out, restraining himself from grabbing on to me, just as I was.

"I plan to have a good night," I say, cocking my head in challenge "But really, it's up to you how good of a night for me it is."

One second, I'm standing before Ithan, smirking, cocky as I watch the lust burning in his eyes, and then the next, his fingers are wrapping around my throat, his ring digging into my jugular as he pulls me to him.

I groan as his mouth collides with mine and my body shakes at the heady, desperate way his lips move against me, tasting me, devouring me, taking me like it's his last night on Midgard. I melted into the strength and solidity of him, his hand at my throat, the firm pressure there, making my body turn weak.

Ithan's lips move against me, deep, languished strokes that fan the embers sparking in my stomach and I dig my nails into his chest, curling my fingers around the fabric of his t-shirt, needing to tether myself to him, to keep myself upright.

I whimper at the feeling of his left hand descending my body, his fingers gripping against every bit of flesh and curve with need, all the way from the top of my spine to the curve of my ass, and he groans as he cups me, the flesh spilling out and soft against his palm.

“Bed, now,” I pull back, my faces only inches from his and we’re both panting wildly, lust and need dancing in our gazes, like a mirror.

“Hm, not sure I’m a fan of being told what to do in my own place, sweetheart,” Ithan smirks, and my eyes flutter as he draws me closer, biting and suckling against my neck, the feeling of his canines against my skin driving me crazy. “Why don’t you try again?”

“Stop trying to be an alpha male, Ithan,” I manage to grit out, desperately trying to force down the moans that threaten to slip past my lips, but his mouth and tongue against my hot skin make it so hard. “We both know you’re really just a puppy- ah-“

A squeal escapes me as both of Ithan’s arms wrap around me, hooking under my ass and there’s a whoosh of air as he yanks me up into his arms, so fast my heart lurches and I’m locking my legs around his waist and holding onto his t-shirt so tightly I’m surprised it didn’t tear.

“You’re far too coherent right now,” Ithan grumbles and fuck if the sound of it doesn’t go straight between my legs. I hold onto him tighter as he begins to carry me over to bed, looking as if my weight is less than nothing to him right now. “I’m going to need to fix that.”

“Please do,” I whisper, tossing my hair from my face and bringing my lips back against his, slower, deeper, the hardness and ridges of his body brushing against my breasts feeling so good and the long, thick length rubbing against my thigh feels even better.

Ithan smirks against my lips as we thump against the bed and true to his word, Ithan drops me on the bed, so hard and fast I grunt at the impact, my body and tits bouncing as I land on my ass. The sight makes him smile, and the way he towers over me, looking like some kind of God has every nerve in my burning.

“You’re fucking incredible,” He mutters, and the honey in his eyes is gone, melted into the darkest chocolate, the kind that told me every filthy, heady, dirty thing he wanted to do to me. I leaned back on my palms as he rested a knee on the mattress, lowering his pleased face down to mine. “But I bet you’d look even better without all the clothes.”

His hand snakes around to the zip at the back of my top and fuck, fuck, fuck- I freeze.

“Or not?” He mutters, a crease forming between his brows at the way my body physically locks up and his hand immediately stops, resting flat against my back, his thumb rubbing softly to soothe me. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want-“

“No, no-“ I shake my head, clearing my throat as I bring a hand to cup his jaw, loving the way he melts into the touch, “It was just a habit, a muscle memory reaction- No, trust me, I want to, I want you, Ithan.”

“Good, because I want you too, Y/N,” He mutters, smiling as he brings his mouth down, but he doesn’t pull at the zipper, instead he kisses me, tastes me, and enjoys me, and my hands curl into the root of his hair, glad for that moment of reprieve.

I can tell he’s being sweet because he is sweet, and now that he knows I’m hesitating, he won’t make the next move until he’s sure I’m ready- and I am, I am so fucking ready.

I pull back from him, my eyes locking with his and the room is so silent, deadly silent, as I draw my hand back and ever so slowly tug down the zipper to my top. The sound is almost sensual, making Ithan’s face darken, in anticipation, in feral lust.

I gnaw on my lip as the zipper pulls free and still keeping my eyes on his, I draw the top forward, down my arms, every movement deliberate until the fabric is discarded on the floor beside us. Ithan says nothing as he stares down at me, as he stares down at my bare chest, my breasts heavy and aching and I’ve never been gladder that I chose not to wear a bra.

His Adam’s apple bobs and the breath seizes in my lungs as his cold hand traces across my back, around to my chest and he groans, low and deep, the second his hand cups around my breast. I gasp as he kneads the flesh, his fingers slowly and deliberately tugging on my pebbled nipple.

“Ithan,” I growl, I can’t help it, he’s staring at me, looking like he wants to devour me, but he hasn’t bloody moved. “Do something, for Cthona’s sake.”

“So needy,” He croons, and I nearly sigh when he leans forward again and pushes me back to lay flat against the mattress. My body shivered as he climbed onto the bed, his large figure moving to hover over me, and I felt almost small in comparison to him, a feeling that was unfamiliar to me.

He kissed lower down my neck, his mouth inching closer as his hand kneaded my breast, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers and tugging gently igniting so many sparks that I couldn't even speak, merely moaning breathlessly with each sure touch.

I gasped when his head ducked, his eyes shielded by the strands of hair that fell forward as he plucked one nipple into his mouth. My back arched and my fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to hurt as the raw feeling of his tongue and teeth teased me.

“Ithan,” I moaned when he began biting against my nipple, not too hard, but firm enough that I felt the shock go through every nerve ending, sparking, burning, and throbbing, so hard I felt it in my core.

My head spins as Ithan begins shifting lower, and I cringe when he begins trailing his hands down my stomach, instantly thinking over every roll and stretch mark and flesh that was there- not that he seemed to mind. No, he kissed against the skin, trailing his tongue languidly down, just as infatuated as he had been before.

The tension in the air is thick as Ithan runs his calloused hands down the side of my thick thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing the material of my skirt, his intentions obvious. And with the ache beginning to become unbearable between my legs, I don’t hesitate to lift my hips, glad when he immediately hooks his fingers into the top of my skirt- pulling it and my underwear down in one go.

It’s almost amusing how quickly he discards the excess material over his shoulder, so transfixed on the sight of my naked body before him, sprawled out and burning from the intensity of his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He groans, his voice hoarse and the tightness coiling in my chest eases as he runs his hand up my thighs, feeling the cellulite and stretch marks and grins as he spread my legs apart for him to come between.

My heart races in anticipation as he sinks down below my parted thighs, his eyes burning with satisfaction as he comes level to my core, and the urge to clamp my legs shut fills me- which he seems to sense, if his strong grip on either side of my thigh, keeping spread wide apart is any indication.

I feel his hot breath against my most sensitive part and just when I feel like the seconds are dragging into minutes, making me fidgety and restless, I gasp at the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit, soft and probing, coaxing out quiet moans from me.

“That’s it,” Ithan purrs and the sound vibrates against my core, making me clench my fingers into the duvet under me for purchase. Ithan seems encouraged by my moans, his tongue lapping against my clit in long languish strokes that draw pleasure from me in waves. “Taste so fucking good.”

He grins against me, cocky, sure, and under any other circumstances I’d hate it, but right now, I can’t find it in me. Instead, I reach down, lacing my fingers through his soft hair, tugging, yanking, and scratching, coaxing Ithan to give me more- which he happily does.

“Fuck, oh my-“ Two fingers prod my wet entrance, and the sound is so lewd as he quickly stuffs the two digits inside me, stretching me in the most perfect yet painful way, especially when he curls those two digits, hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.

“There we go,” Ithan coaxes softly, feeling my body start to vibrate and writhe, that pool of pleasure building and building within me, plummeting fast and harder as he fucks his fingers in and out steadily, in tandem with the smooth agile movement of his tongue against my clit. “There we go, such a good girl.”

I cry out, trembling and moaning as a white-hot blaze burns through me, starting at my core and running into my thighs and stomach, all the way down to my toes. I pant, my head fogging with the overwhelming blanket of pleasure that Ithan’s smothered me with.

Ithan groans, his teeth tugging at my sore clit before he eventually lets go, his fingers slipping out of me with ease. I exhale harshly at the loss of contact, sagging back as the euphoria dies down and my body settles into calm again.

Ithan ascends my body, a shit-eating grin on his wet lips and I don’t have time to even speak before he captures my mouth in his, pushing his tongue deep into me, letting me taste myself.

“How’s that for a puppy, sweetheart?” He mutters, biting my bottom lip and I roll my eyes at the sheer masculine satisfaction in his voice, in those bright eyes as he stares at me.

“Don’t be an arrogant prick,” I snipe back, ignoring Ithan’s laughter as I place either hand on his shoulder and the surprise that lights his face as I yank him down onto the bed beside me, flipping us so that I’m straddling him, makes me grin. “I’m still in charge, Ithan.”

“If this is you being in charge, I’m not fucking complaining,” He smirks lazily, his voice heavy with lust as he leans back, his eyes oh so slowly trailing across my body atop his, looking like the cat that got the cream as he enjoys every inch of me.

I smile, soft, as I run my hands against the seam of his t-shirt, my thumbs hooking under the material and slowly dragging it up- revealing inch after inch of tan, smooth skin, so much corded muscle it makes me hot. Ithan easily helps, and it’s not long before the material is over his head and thrown to the ever-growing pile of clothes on his floor.

I drag my core against the front seam of Ithan’s jeans, and our groans mix in the air at the feeling of his hard length brushing against me. I don’t waste any time, Ithan’s eyes never leaving me as I move my hands to the front of his jeans, my fingers fumbling against the button and zipper, almost desperate as I open them, tugging the materials down just a little.

“Shit,” I mutter, my eyes widening as Ithan’s hard cock slips out, breaking free and slapping back against his stomach. Ithan snorts at my reaction, at the sheer surprise on my face at the size of him, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment as he smiles at me. “Shut up.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” His eyes flutter as I grip my hand around his hard length, my fingers struggling to find purchase as I palm up and down, every moan and gasp that escapes him egging me on. “You’re fucking killing me here, sweetheart.”

“Poor puppy,” I tease, smirking and Ithan’s canines expose in warning, his hands coming to either side of my hips, and when he slowly lifts me up, dragging me closer to him, I prepare myself for the feeling of him inside me.

“Shit, shit,” I moan as Ithan’s cock brushes my entrance and I ever so slowly sink down, down, down, until he’s stretching me like he’s going to break me in two, until his tip brushes something far and deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ithan swears, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips and thighs so tightly, I can feel the cut of his nails.

I flutter my eyes as the burn soon seeps into pleasure and we both suck in a gasp of air when I drag up, so deliberate and slow, all the way to the tip, before slamming back down, hard and fast. Ithan swears, his chest rising and falling so fast as I do it again and again, his cock slipping against my wet core like it was made for me.

“Ithan, oh-“ I whimper as I ride up and down his cock, alternating between fast, hard strokes and long, slow ones, Ithan’s hands at my hips guiding me along, helping me chase after the relief, and I know I won’t last long, not with the cord within me tightening so perfectly.

“Look at you riding my cock so well,” Ithan praises roughly, his teeth gritted as he pants and moans every time he sinks into me, and when my eyes lock with his, I’ve never felt more seen, more desired in my life. “Look at those tits bouncing, fuck, taking me so good Y/N.”

He ruts his hips up to meet me, the sound of him fucking in and out of me, so wild and demanding, is like music in the room, mixing with our moans, our low curses, and the way our hands wander over each other, unable to get enough.

My fingers scratch against Ithan’s chest and abs, my body starting to shake and weaken at how good it feels, how he’s hitting against a spot that makes my insides turn to mush, again and again. Ithan must sense my fatigue, sense my head spinning, because he grabs me, and within seconds, we’ve flipped over and he’s on top of me now.

His hand guides my thighs around his hips and my eyes roll, my back arches, as he sinks in even deeper and I whimper into his lips, into his mouth at the brutal pace he sets, slamming into me again and again, unrelenting, and merciless, so fucking good I can’t catch my breath.

My eyes flutter open as Ithan’s hand wraps around my throat, pressing firmly on either side of my neck and when my eyes meet his when I see the burning, commanding, domineering power behind them, it’s like something in me rips in two.

He hits a spot, some magic, fathomless spot inside me and it all shatters to pieces like glass.

“Ithan, I’m-“ I cry out, black dots blurring my vision and my body bucking and writhing against his hard muscles as release ripples over me like a tidal wave. Ithan grunts as I clench around him, suffocating his cock inside me, the orgasm hitting me and lasting longer than I’ve ever had.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it,” Ithan whispers, panting against my lips, and I feel his movements become sloppier, more erratic, more careless, driven to the edge by me coming around him. “Everyone in the whole fucking Dens gonna know whose making you feel this good.”

I whimper at the filthy words he grunts into my ear, my body trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm, edged on by the way Ithan still fucked in and out of me, chasing his own high and when his forehead rests against mine and he groans, guttural and heady and low, I know he’s found it.

The sound he makes, the growl that escapes him, reverberates through the whole damn room and my body is aching as he comes to a gradual stop inside me, our sweaty, panting bodies, melting into each other as we climb down from our peaks.

Ithan groans as he slowly slips out of me, the feeling of his warm cum leaking from me and dripping down my skin making me blush, and the small smirk that lines his lips as he inches back to look at me tells me he finds it both amusing and adorable.

“I can feel your cum leaking down my thigh,” I breathe and Ithan's eyes flutter, rolling as he laughs, burying his face into my neck dramatically, as if I were completely ruining him.

“Keep saying shit like that, Y/N and I might just have to chain you to this bed,” Ithan mutters against my skin, kissing and nibbling across my neck and jaw before he meets my lips again, kissing me sweetly as if memorising the taste and feel of me.

“After that, I’m tempted to let you, Ithan,” I grin, sighing as he rests his weight on top of me, his arms on either side making sure not to crush me, but the warmth and touch is welcome.

“Are you still thinking about Ruhn Danaan?” He muses, cocking his head, and the honey has returned back to his eyes, that smile turning boyish and soft again as he stares down at me.

“No,” I say simply, honestly, dragging my hand up his chest and neck, before settling against his jaw, my thumb drawing lines across the hard ridge there. “Are you still thinking about Bryce Quinlan?”

“Definitely not,” He smiles, earnest and firm and the sight makes my entire body heat again.

“Good,” I let my eyes darken, letting him see just what I was thinking as I wrap a leg around his hip, drawing his hardening cock back down against me- and he grins with feral delight at the action. “Because I haven’t quite gotten you out of my system yet, Puppy.”

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ectologia · 8 months

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Bakugou meets a cute little fan who will do anything to please him so he decides to fuck them pls and thank <3

ICON

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X F!READER

𝐂𝐖 ♱ COERCION, DUBCON, PROFANITY, DICK RIDIN’, MISOGYNY, ABUSE, GOD COMPLEX BAKUGOU?

The expensive leather creaks as you sit down, folding your petite skirt below the curve of your ass.

“Thank you so much for inviting me Mister Dynamite, this is such an honour I can’t ev—”

You’re shushed by a thick finger hovering in front of your face, behind it, deep crimsons blink down at you. “Just Bakugou.”

You nod frantically, your lips pulling into a toothy grin under the guise that you get to call him something so intimate.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, deep and rumbling from the back of his throat. His chair swings as he collapses into the plush seat, dabbing a finger over his tongue before flipping through a stack of thin, crumpled papers. “You’re quite the writer, huh?”

Your ears perk, squinting your eyes at the envelopes piled in his massive, scarred hands. “Oh, you got my letters?”

“Was I not supposed to?” His tone is harsh, but the curvature of his mouth tells you the opposite.

A lock of hair is flicked behind your shoulder as you giggle, wetting your lips as you attempt to think up an equally witty response. You settle for a simple hum of agreement, rocking your knees back and forth.

He clears his throat with a gruff hack. “Dear Mister Dynamite..” He goes off on a tangent of inconspicuous mumbling, pulling away to peer at you through his periphery. “.. I love and admire you so much, and I’de honestly do anything to be with you.”

Your cheeks prickle. “Uhm.. I don’t remember writing that one.” You punctuate with a crooked smile and warbled laugh.

“Mm.” You’re unable to tell if his expression screams unimpressed or amused. He slaps the envelopes down, spreading out into a fan along the polished surface as he turns to face you head on. “Anything?”

You cock your head, sitting rigid and tense against the spine of your chair. “Pardon?”

“You’d do anything — to be with me?” His brows knit, tilting his chin up in judgement.

“Oh.”

That was a good question.

Would you really do anything?..

Yes, you think you would.

“Mhm.”

His lips jut out as he sends you a slow, approving nod, scratching at the golden stubble peppered along his jaw. “Anything seems like a lot, doesn’t it?”

You swallow harshly, tapping the length of your glossy nails against the edge of your seat. “Mhm.”

He braces his palms against the flat of his desk, hoisting himself up with a grunt. His combat boots thud against the resin floor as he makes his way towards you in slow, deafening strides.

You gulp once he looms over your timid form, clasping the back of your chair in both hands. The broadness of his shoulder’s completely shielding you from the rest of the room, trapped and caged between his massive, scarred arms.

“I’ve got something for you to do.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He croons through grit-teeth, pawing and squeezing at your waist in rough bursts. “Bounce on that dick, bounce on that big fat cock for me.”

You squeal and thrum with every hop, two feet planted on the domes of his knees as you fuck yourself in his lap. He joins you in your endeavour, raising and dipping his hips with rapid momentum to feel the pulpy insides of your pussy catch on his tip. The flimsy joints of your wrists are taken and knotted in his palms, held by your sides to keep you pinned down as he juts into the pudge of your mini slit. “Look at you. Doin’ the world a favour, taking care of your favourite hero.”

You nod fervently, gasping in time with his merciless pounding. He exchanges one of the hands clasped around your wrist to thumb at your clit, pulling the tiny pearl out from it’s hood to scrub at it with avid intent. You jolt and jerk against the calloused pad, circling your horny cunny into his palm

“You like being my skanky little hero-fucker?”

“Uh huh! Uh huh!”

He coos, flicking at your puffy folds. “Yeah, I bet you do.”

You chime and rock yourself on top of his thighs, squatting in his lap like a little bunny as he plows into your sloppy twat. “I love you Mister Bakugou, you’re the best hero ever!”

At this he chuckles with malice, snaking a hand around your back to give your ass a firm spank. “Such a little dick rider ain’t ya?” He allows you the privilege of settling your hands atop his shoulders, swishing his head once your small, blossom-tipped fingers spider up the nape of his neck. The moment your eyes flutter shut, you’re slapped, the ripened flesh of your cheek squeezed and punctured in his palm.

“Look at me, look at your hero while he fucks your pathetic excuse of a pussy.”

Your movement’s falter while his only increase.

“This is hero cock you’re bouncing on right now, better be fuckin’ grateful. I could be out banging models and porn-stars, but Instead I decided to be generous and invite your little ass over to come and ride my dick.”

Your throat is locked in a death grip as he drills into your cunt from below, sharp ruby’s trained on how your chubby slit puffs up and deflates with every push of his length inside your tiny hole.

“Mi— Baku— gou— too fa— ah— ast!” Your cries fissure in time with his thrusts.

A blond head snaps up to glare at you. “Do I look I give a shit? Shut the fuck up and take it.”

He pumps his member into you one, two, three more times until you’re flung onto the ground, grazing your bare ass against the polished marble as you stare up at the angry red tip peeking out from his fist. The seed-sized hole puckers with creamy jizz until he erupts, cursing and howling as beads of white spray out over his naked lap and balls.

“What?” He peers down at your hurt expression, blinking up at him like a deer in headlights. “You didn’t think I was gonna cum inside did you?” It was practically laughable to him. “Oh, baby. You’re no where near worth my seed.”

His belt is snapped back in place and the damp spikes of his hair are smoothed back to a point.

“Go clean yourself up, babe. Your pussy’s dribbling all over my floor.”

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0cta9on · 1 month

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https://video.twimg.com/amplify_video/1744333798341558272/vid/avc1/720x968/5FWrOIbGZIm_AKST.mp4

Can we get a kinda fluffy mile high Winter smut while you're in the air pretty please!

I love it when girls do the nose scrunch thing, it's so cute and Winter is no exception :))) This is unedited btw but I hope you like it regardless!!

“Oppa… Manager oppa…”

You feel Winter gently nudge your shoulder while you’re trying to sleep. Annoyed, your eyelids creep open, glaring back at her.

“What is it, Winter?”

After SM assigned you to manage their newly debuted girl group four years ago, you figured it would be an easy job, and at first, it was. Rookie Aespa was fairly easy to handle. They were all pretty timid at first, and you were more than welcome to help them navigate the treacherous idol industry. However, once the girls got used to you being around, they immediately turned into little monsters. Always running around and screaming, it was less a manager job and more a babysitting job at this point. You were constantly exhausted, even more so now that their skyrocket to fame meant constant overseas schedules.

“Oppa~” Winter groans cutely, trying to ease the tension. “I need… help.”

“Help with what? Just ask the flight attendant.” You turn your body away from her and shut your eyes. She vigorously nudges your shoulder, the sensation not unlike a cat pawing you to get your attention.

“I need a different kind of help,” she whispers, a lilt of a smirk in her voice. The tickle of her breath against your ear is enough to fully wake you up. Without another word, you grab Winter’s hand and take her to the nearest lavatory, the petite girl struggling to hide her excitement amongst all the sleeping passengers. One of the benefits of working with Aespa is that their sexual appetites are insatiable. Even Karina, who recently snagged herself a pretty successful boyfriend, still asks you to fuck her in the hotel after overseas schedules.

After ensuring that the coast is clear, the two of you sneak into the cramped airplane restroom. She pushes you against the toilet and straddles your lap. Even with no makeup on and a mask covering half her face, you still think she’s the prettiest girl in Aespa.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” You say, smiling up at her. Winter giggles, scrunching her nose at you.

“Are you just saying that to get into my pants?” She teases,” Because it’s working.” She tosses the mask away and gently smashes her lips against yours. Even at her horniest, Winter’s movements are always so soft. It’s what you like most about her. Unlike the other girls, who prefer rough, senseless fucking, Winter enjoys taking her time and ensuring both of you enjoy the experience of lovemaking.

The taste of her cherry chapstick fills your mouth - her signature flavor. Your hands wrap around her petite waist as she begins to grind her hips against your crotch, moaning into your mouth. The chorus of whimpers is music to your ears. As much as you would love to stay in this position forever, you couldn’t risk getting caught in here. With a quick zip, you discard her bulky jacket that hid the real treasure underneath.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you say. Her cheeks turn a princess shade of pink from the mere sound of a pet name. Pet names are Winter’s biggest weakness - baby, honey, love, the simple utterance of a single word will make her melt into your hands.

“Oppa~” she giggles, biting her lip. Like a switch flipped on in her head, her body reacts to the word immediately by grinding harder on your crotch, your cock begging to be broken free.

You gently take her off your lap and unzip your pants while Winter watches you excitedly.

“You like it, baby?” You smirk as you rub your length in front of her eyes. Without a word, she lowers her leggings and plants her hands against the wall, presenting her plump ass towards you.

“Please, oppa~” She begs cutely. “I wanna feel your thick cock inside me.” Her eyes watch intently as move her damp panties to the side to expose her dripping honey pot. You lubricate your length with her juices, enjoying the way Winter’s face twitches as you tease her entrance. Finally, you firmly grab her hips and slowly impale her onto your cock. Her mouth forms an “O” as struggles to keep herself from moaning.

“O-oh my god… Y-yes…” She whispers, her breath shivering. Each thrust is slow, but deep, savoring the grasp of her velvet walls around your member. No matter how many times you fuck her, each time is always better than the last. Your fingers sink into her soft flesh as pure bliss takes over your body.

“I love your pussy, baby,” you whisper sweetly into her ear. “Out of all the girls, yours is my favorite.”

“R-really?!” Her eyes light up at the compliment, inadvertently increasing the grip of her walls around your cock. A groan escapes your lips as you thrust harder and faster into her wetness, forcing you to cover her mouth to keep her from moaning too loudly.

“Of course, baby. Fuck, I love you so much Winter.” The sudden confession sends the idol into a lustful spiral. She bucks her hips backwards, meeting your every thrust, while she sucks your fingers like a pacifier. You prepare to pull out as the pressure in your loins begins to build towards your climax.

“Winter, I’m about to cu-”

“Cum in me, oppa!” She exclaims way too loudly. “I want you to fill me up! My pussy is yours to claim!” Your mind is too far gone to give a damn about the consequences. With one final thrust, you slam your entire length down her pussy, shooting your cum as far down into her as you possibly can. Winter reaches climax at the same time, her juices leaking out of her full pussy and onto her thighs. That single moment is the closest you’ll ever be to Heaven, both mentally and physically.

Your body nearly crashes against the other side of the restroom as you pull out. Winter catches the combination of your fluids leaking from her pussy and brings it to her tongue, swirling it in her mouth.

“Tasty,” she comments, winking at you. Once both of you catch your breaths, you peek outside the restroom only to be met with some scrawny looking boy who gives you a knowing smirk. Sighing, you rummage through your wallet and slap a $100 bill in his hand.

“You heard nothing,” you say to him before grabbing Winter’s hand and leading her back to your seats.

#aespa #kim minjeong #aespa winter #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #winter x male oc #aespa winter x male reader #aespa winter x male oc #winter x male reader #smut #winter smut #aespa winter smut

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yieldtotemptation · 2 years

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SHAMELESS ft. Yuna

yuna x male reader smut

5k words

a follow-up to... ROMEO

"You're not supposed to be here."

"I know."

"We really shouldn't be doing this."

"We shouldn't."

"We're in a stairwell! I mean anyone could walk by and—"

"So do you want me to stop, then?"

"Wait—no—it's not like I want to or anything. But you clearly do. And I feel bad that you came all this way…"

"If you're really busy, then I guess I can leave…"

"Don't you even dare, Romeo."

"Oh, so you want me to stay?" You say, having far too much fun teasing the blonde idol before you. It's a rare role reversal—Yuna's usually the one needling you, knowing exactly where to poke and prod to best get a reaction out of you. These opportunities where you have the upper hand are few and far between, and you've learnt to relish any chance you get to leave her flustered.

"Ugh, fine. Fine! You win. I miss you, okay? " Yuna admits, struggling to keep up her façade, letting herself be honest with how she really feels. "I miss you and it's been too long since I've seen you and ever since this comeback's started and Lia's banned us from being alone in the room together we haven’t been able to do anything and—"

You take her by the waist with one hand and by the neck with the other, pulling her towards you and cutting her off with a kiss. A moan slips out of her mouth as you kiss her, causing her lips to part wide enough to let in your tongue. You immediately find her own, your tongues tangling and entwining with each other. There’s no better word to describe how she tastes than sweet, giving you a fix of that addictive flavour that you’ve gone far too long without.

Yuna responds by instinct—she wraps her arms around your neck, closing the gap between your bodies, pushing so close to you that you there's no way she doesn't feel how hard she already has you, no way she doesn't notice the bulge straining through denim and poking into her waist.

She feels so good against you, her body is perfection—so tight and slender and always hot—and if she wasn't in your arms you wouldn't believe she's real. Your left hand leaves her back, daring to roam up the side of her bare midriff and finding its destination in her perfect, petite breasts.

If she’s wearing a bra it's nowhere near thick enough to hide the hardened tips of her nipples, providing you an obvious target for your wandering fingers.

You take hold of her breasts, squeezing and pinching over her sheer top, earning you a pleased sigh into your mouth.

Yuna bites your lip as you pinch her stiffened nipples again, forcing you to separate your kiss so she can whisper, "took you long enough…"

"I have been historically bad at picking up on your hints," you reply.

"You're getting better," Yuna answers, pressing her soft lips to yours once more, this time leading the kiss, letting her hands be the explorers, running over your chest and taking fistfuls of your shirt, pulling you closer to her.

Her teeth grazes your lips again, but your right hand is tangled in locks of her blonde hair, and you pull back on her head before she can bite down on you again. Yuna gasps as you force her head back, revealing her smooth, vanilla-white neck to you.

"Ah—" Yuna sighs as you place gentle kisses on the base of her throat, feeling the racing beat of her pulse against your lips, tasting every inch of her neck. "By the way… do you like my skirt? You don't think it's too short, do you?"

You pause your kisses and roll your eyes at her blatant ‘hint’. "I'm not that dumb, Yuna."

"Just playing it safe," Yuna teases. "It did take you how many years before you—ah—"

Your hand is already up her skirt before she can finish her sentence, feeling her toned thighs and making its way up that heavenly pathway towards the treasure between her legs.

The contact alone is enough to make Yuna falter, and you follow her as she stumbles backwards into the railing of the staircase behind her. She yelps as her ass is pressed flush against the cold metal, trapping herself between the bannister and you.

"I can't believe we're really going to do this here," Yuna says, but she's pulling you with her, keeping you close, giving you no indication that she wants you anywhere but between her thighs.

"What's wrong with here?" You ask, as if it's perfectly normal to have your hand up your girlfriend’s skirt in the middle of a very accessible stairwell. A stairwell that's open to almost anyone—staff, managers, other idols.

"I—" Yuna starts, but is quickly silenced by the light brush of your fingertips over her plump, pussy lips. "Fuck it."

"My thoughts exactly."

You take it slow at first, pulling her panties to the side, allowing you to carefully trace your finger over her already drenched opening—while you know you don't have much time, teasing Yuna is the one thing that can never be rushed.

You tease her entrance, letting her lips moisten themselves, letting her juices drip down your finger and into the palm of your hand, letting her desperately whisper pleas into your ear for more.

Her hands claw into the back of your neck as she feels your index finger enter her. You take your time, feeling the ripple of her walls clench and quiver around you until your finger disappears completely inside her heat.

"Yesssss," Yuna moans, as your finger pushes it's way deeper inside her. "It took years but we finally found something you're not half-bad at."

"Only half-bad?" You smirk to yourself—even now, when she's melting at just your touch, she still can't resist throwing another jab at you. "I guess I have to work a littler harder."

You slip in a second finger, stretching out her hole just that little bit wider, joining your first in fingering her with long, patient strokes.

It's only when you have Yuna whimpering in frustration that you increase your tempo, enough to cause her breathing to hitch, to make her so wet that her juices flow down from her pussy, coating your whole hand.

"Oh—oh fuck," Yuna whimpers, clenching her eyes shut and burying her face into your shoulder, laying kisses onto your neck just so she can feel that much closer to you. "How are you this good with your fingers?"

You're a model student when it comes to Yuna's tight, young body, using each time you've had sex with her as an opportunity to learn the ways to make her writhe and squirm—to have her at the mercy of your fingers and quite literally in the palm of your hand.

You curl your digits upwards, finding that rough patch at the roof of her pussy, targeting it with your fingertips. Yuna cries out as you stimulate her most sensitive spot, muffling her moans into your neck as you massage her g-spot, rubbing and pressing in just the right way, teasing out lovely, lustful moans of pleasure from her pretty mouth.

She's so turned on—she's been so turned on ever since you stole her away—and you can already feel her getting closer. You recognise the urgent grinding of her hips against your palm, the raise in pitch of her cries, but even with her breaths hurried and her voice strained, Yuna finds the strength to lift her head to say—

"Fuck, I don't want to stop but—God I’m so close to—"

You’re purposeful with your fingerfucking—neither picking up or slowing down, keeping Yuna on that dangerous edge, prolonging her own climax for as long as you can. It only serves to make her whine more, to grow more needy and demanding of you, to make every second that you’re not fucking her unbearable.

"God! Stop teasing! Please—just—fuck—ah!"

No matter how many times you've had Yuna like this—had her delicious, tight body pressed against yours, her pussy leaking and making a mess of your fingers—it's never enough. Nothing can turn you on more than having Yuna hot and bothered—after years of suffering from all her taunting and teasing, having her beg for your cock drives you wild.

She attempts to grab at your wrist, needing you to either finger her faster, or stop entirely and fuck her like she so badly wants, but you're too single-minded in your focus to be swayed away from your current course.

"Please—please—" Yuna sighs, "we don't have much time and—"

"And?" You smile, as you fall back into this familiar dance with Yuna. Despite how many times you've had sex, despite how many times she’s come to you and even initiated—she’s still shy when it comes to asking for the one thing that could truly fulfil her carnal desires.

"I need you to… you know…"

"I don't think I do," you feign ignorance, focused on thumbing her clit and making her shiver against you. Her abs tense and shudder beneath your touch as you drag your other hand up to reach for her ludicrously small top, lifting both it and her bra off her body, giving you access to her wonderful, small breasts.

You dive in immediately, capturing a lovely, bite-size nipple into your mouth, feeling it grow stiff between your lips with arousal. It was a thrilling discovery when you realised how sensitive her nipples were—how weak she got to the slightest lick, or gentlest suckle.

Her fingers thread through your hair, holding you against the swell of her breasts. Not that it’s necessary at all—you’re more than happy to kiss and suck at her chest, to slide your tongue around her nipple, to devour her breasts as you listen to her sharp breaths and strained sighs of pleasure.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" Yuna sighs. She strokes the back of your head, too consumed with the stimulation of your tongue greedily lapping at her tiny breasts, and your teeth teasingly nipping at her stiffened nubs.

"Depends on how badly you want it," you reply, as you switch to her other breast, determined to give her other delicious, taut nipple the equal amount of attention and care it deserves.

"Fine!" Yuna shouts, so loud that it even surprises her. You lift your head from her chest to look up at her—at her face flushed bright red, overheating with pure, desperate lust. Yuna’s eyes are glassy and intense as she looks down at you, only one thought—one desire—on her mind. She bites her lip and gives in, whispering, "fuck me."

"Didn't quite catch that, Yuna," you say, making the most of another opportunity to tease her more. You straighten your posture to look her straight in her eyes.

Her wide, irresistible, pleading eyes.

"Fuck me, Romeo."

"Say it again," you say, wanting to hear the girl you love repeat your favourite combination of words in the entire history of spoken language. “Beg for it.”

Yuna seizes you by the shirt, pulling you in close enough that you can see the exact shade of eyeliner she's wearing. She demands of you—growls at you—in a low, husky voice. "Fuck me. Spin me around, flip my skirt up and fuck me with your Big. Fucking. Cock. There, I said it. Happy?"

"More than you know," you answer, and you take a step back from her. You have every intention of doing as she says—grabbing her by her impossibly slim waist and spinning her around so you can fuck her until she can't even say her own name—but you can’t help but find yourself struck, mesmerised by seeing Yuna in all her beauty.

Even now, skirt in disarray, top practically torn from her chest—she takes your breath away. She's the epitome of what an idol should look like, an angelic face on a succubus body—drop-dead gorgeous looks, perfect, long legs, wide tantalising hips, a tight, firm waist, and tits so petite and perky that they make your mouth water on sight alone.

And you were the idiot that wanted to remain friends.

"I know, I'm perfect, Romeo," Yuna states matter-of-factly, somewhat annoyed at your inability to focus.

Her fingers are already unbuttoning your pants for you, doing everything she can to remove the obstacles that stand in the way of you and her fucking. She doesn’t even bother hiding the lustful smile that spreads across her face when she fishes your cock out from the trappings of your underwear. You’re already engorged, already leaking, and all it took was just her touch.

"But please, hurry up and fuck me."

You don't need to be told a third time—you seize her by the hips and whip her around in a single motion, pushing her forward and against the railing, and yanking her panties down her creamy thighs.

With one hand on her back you push her down, bending her over so her firm, supple ass is pointed up at you. You hold her steady with your other hand, positioning her so her entrance is lined up with the tip of your cock. You can feel how hot she is, how wet she is for you—she's dripping down onto the head of your cock, more than ready for you to take her.

You've delayed far enough—you shift your hips forward and ease yourself into her, pushing your cock inside of her unbearably tight body inch by inch.

"Yuna!" Her name slips from your lips as you sink inside her, instantly overwhelming you with the clutching warmth of her pussy.

She's just as heavenly and hot and tight as that first time—only now her pussy is quicker to submit to you, quicker to welcome your cock as it parts her clenching walls and pushes forward into the very depths of her cunt.

You thought it the first time you entered her and you still think it now—her pussy, her body—Yuna was made for you.

Made to be fucked by you.

"Thaaat's what I needed," Yuna moans as your hips push forward, a euphoric cry ripped from her lips as she feels your cock dive deep inside her. "Gah—GOD!—ah—yessssss!"

You start to move in her, thrusting your cock in and out of her with long, slow strokes. She stumbles forward and catches herself on the railing front of her, doing her best to keep herself standing as her knees start to buckle and shake, growing weak from the steady pace of your fucking.

Even though she tries to hide it, tries to hold herself back, she can't help but mewl and moan and vibrate around you, can't stop expressing how utterly enamoured she is with each entrance and exit of your cock.

With each stroke you stretch out her pussy, shaping her hot, wet, tight walls around your length, moulding her cunt in the shape of your cock. You roam your hands up and down her fit body—touching her, massaging her, fondling her, easing her into taking your cock whole.

"God—how do you still feel so big," Yuna says softly, biting down on her lip to stifle the soft grunts that escape her as her body adjusts to you.

You've barely even started fucking her, but the experience is already so divine—the way she cries out your name, the way she quivers around you, the way her walls tense and flex as you get deeper and deeper with each stroke inside her pussy, and how she grows wetter and wetter as her body takes your cock again and again and again.

"Yes… Yes… So good… Yes!"

It's with a firm, hard thrust that you finally bury your cock inside her, meeting her hips with your own, fully penetrating her idol pussy. The air rushes out of your lungs as the intoxicating feeling of having her warmth wrapped around you reverberates through your entire body, and it's only when Yuna speaks that you're snapped out from the spell cast by her pussy.

"I don't—I don't need you to take it easy on me anymore—I don't need you to make love to me right now…" Yuna sighs, urging her own ass back onto your hips. "Harder, please. I need it harder. And faster. I need to cum—now."

Her words snap you back to reality, and unlocks that raw, animalistic urge inside your mind—the one that calls you to tighten your grip on her hips, to thrust into her harder, to pick up your pace and fuck her as fast as she demanded.

You look down as you draw back from her, captivated by the sight of inch after inch of your cock leaving her pussy, your entire length glistening with Yuna's nectar, evidence of how badly she needed you to be inside her.

It's only when the very tip of your cock remains nestled between her clasping folds do you push back into her, mercilessly thrusting your hips forward, invading her pussy and filling it with your entire length in one, rough stroke.

"Mmmmmph!" Yuna purses her lips, trying to stifle the raw cry as you start to truly fuck her.

The sensation of fucking someone as tight and hot as Yuna from behind is almost too immense, to the point where it only briefly occurs to you that you may be going too fast for someone who was basically a virgin a matter of weeks ago. But that thought is instantly dismissed and drowned out by the sound of Yuna's moans building in volume, getting louder and louder with each strong thrust.

Yuna's so wet around you—her juices spill out of her and onto you, endlessly drooling from her lips and lathering your cock, making it so easy to slide in and out of her, to squeeze down into her ass cheeks and indulge yourself in the unreal pleasure emanating from her pussy.

"AH! Yes—oh my God—so fucking good—YES!"

Any illusions of fucking in silence are quickly dispelled by the echoing of Yuna's voice, making it certain that anyone, no matter what floor, would be able to hear her praise how big your cock is, how hot she found you, how good you are at fucking her.

But you're far gone now, it's too late, too hard to stop—especially now, so deep in the warmth and wetness of her pussy, so lost in the sight of her tight, perfect body as she fucks herself back onto your cock, taking you inside her over and over again.

"Yuna!" You gasp in a weak attempt to warn her of her volume.

"What, am I too loud?" Yuna hisses back. "Fuck you, this is your fault. Just keep fucking me and—ah FUCK!"

Yuna squeals, as you pick your opportunity to spank her hard, hard enough that the clap of your palm against her cheek bounces up and down the walls of the stairwell. If she didn't care about the noises she was making, then she certainly wouldn't care about you adding to it.

"Shit that's so—fuh—FUCK!" Yuna cries out again, as you bring down your palm on her other cheek.

The idea of getting caught spanking her, of marring the pristine, flawless skin of Yuna's ass moments before she has to get on stage, spurs you on. Knowing that soon she'll be performing for audiences across the world with your handprint marked red on her gorgeous cheeks makes you want to treat her even rougher, to spank her even harder.

"Don't you—FUCK—" you interrupt Yuna with another spank "—HEY! —" and another "—fine, just a couple more and that's—AH!"

You bring your hand down on her cheeks again and again, savouring the way she shudders when your palm meets her ass, the way she yelps and moans and tightens around you with each strike.

It's almost unbelievable the things you get to do with her now—the things she lets you to do her. Gone are the nights spent playing playing drinking games and watching bad movies—now the two of you have a new favourite pastime.

"Ummph—ah—I can't believe I like this so—fuh—much!"

You give Yuna a final, firm spank, satisfied that you've left your mark on her perfect ass. She shudders as you soothe the redness of her cheeks, massaging the handprint you left behind, admiring your own work of art that you’ve created on her incredible body.

Apparently this is mistake, however, because your momentary pause leaves Yuna to push back on you once more, and fills her with enough confidence to taunt, “is that all you got?”

A wide grin spreads across your face as you take up Yuna’s challenge, returning your hands to her hips, and resuming the task at hand.

“Come on—give it to me—”

You don’t let her finish her sentence, immediately picking up where you left off. All that matters is Yuna and her pussy, squeezing you as you plough into her, driving you insane with the way she tightens and leaks all around you.

It’s the roughest you’ve ever fucked her, but Yuna is just as game as you are, matching you thrust for thrust, moan for moan. It's enough to make you throb against the her walls, to grunt at her—"fuck Yuna, take it—take my fucking cock."

"That’s it—give it to me—yes! I want you to cum inside me—I need you to cum inside me. It's been too long and I've been thinking about it for days now and I need to feel it in me so please, please, please—give it to me, now!"

You answer her with a hard thrust, slamming your hips into her with enough force that makes you mildly concerned for the structural integrity of the bannister—but it’s far too late to start caring. The whole building could collapse around the two of you and you'd still be fucking her, still be chasing the high that her wet pussy promised.

"Just like that—yes that's perfect—th-that’s—ah I just need to—"

You're so deep from this angle, fucking her with long, hard strokes and reaching depths of Yuna's incredible, tight body you aren't sure have ever been reached before, simply because Yuna hadn't been fucked hard enough.

But you're reaching them now.

"Fuck—so good—I can't hold on—cum for me—please—fuck me—FUCK ME!"

"Yuna!" You want to admonish her for her volume, but only managing to grunt out—”noise.”

"Cover my mouth, then—it's your fault I'm moaning so—mmph!"

You do just that—reaching around for her mouth, clasping your hand over her lips. Rather than quiet down, Yuna takes that as license to freely cry out in pleasure into your palm. Even though her moans are now muffled, you still recognise the same word being screamed into your hand over and over again—

"Please, please, please—"

You can feel yourself slipping—you know your time is quickly running out—the way she pulses, she tightens, she soaks around you, it all feels too good to hold on any longer.

Your fucking reaches a fevered pace, your cock wantonly pumping in and out of her slickness, each stroke faster than the last, pushing the two of you closer and closer over that wonderful edge.

Yuna tries to brace herself on the railing in front of her but it's pointless—her entire weight is held up by your hands, her whole body at your mercy to touch, to hold, to fuck—exactly how she likes it.

It's fast, it's intense, it's two bodies moving in blissful tandem, intent on giving as much pleasure as taking—and as quickly as it picked up, it soon becomes too much for Yuna to handle.

She straightens her body out, standing on her toes and giving you another new angle to fuck her—pressing her back into your body, forcing you to loosen your hand from her lips to grab onto a soft, jiggling breast, groping her chest in an effort to keep her steady.

Yuna's breathing gets faster, her eyes start to roll to the back of her head—it's not long now. She writhes in your arms, so sensitive to the way you're treating her—groping her tiny tits like that was what they were made for, spanking her ass to mark it as yours, fucking her pussy like it belonged to you.

"Give it to me—fuck me and give it to me—cum in me—fill me please—yes—I've been so good—I need it—please—"

Yuna comes apart beneath you, moaning your name in an endless sigh, making it sound like music coming from her lips. Her orgasm becomes a full-body experience—she shakes, quivers, convulses as her climax takes over her, turning her into nothing but a wave of pleasure crashing all around you.

She pushes back against you, ensuring you feel every squeeze and pulse of her cunt around you as she cums, leaving you helpless to do much else but brace yourself against her as your own orgasm is ripped from your body.

"Fuck—Yuna!" You groan out her name, your own cry joining hers as you find your release within her pussy, both your vision and your mind blurring as you're pulled into a moment of delirious high.

Yuna's whole body reacts to the first, powerful burst of thick, hot cum into her still-quivering pussy, tensing deliciously around you as she feels you fill her. Her tight, petite frame rocks with each successive load, despite her best efforts to keep her ass pressed flushed against your waist.

You dig your fingers into her hips, desperately trying to push your cock further into her, so deep that your cum starts to spill out the corners of her cunt and leak down her creamy-white thighs.

"God yes," Yuna cries out, "it feels so good—you feel so good inside me—ah yes—God I—FUCK!"

Yuna's body goes limp—her moans abruptly stop, her eyes clench shut, and her mouth freezes in a wordless, soundless scream—and you feel nothing but the glorious sensation of Yuna’s squeezing cunt.

You slam your hips into her one final time, impaling Yuna completely, letting the pleasure ripple through your body and erupt from your cock and into her needy, insatiable pussy, filling her with every last drop of cum you’ve saved for her.

It’s all too much, too intense, and you're almost worried that it will never end—that the two of you would be trapped in a world of neverending pleasure. But eventually—after several, achingly wonderful seconds—the waves of your climaxes start to subside, and you collapse over each other.

"Damn, Yuna," you groan, straining to find the words to describe just how good it feels to cum inside your girlfriend once more.

“Fuck," Yuna says back, needing her own time to catch her breath, gradually coming back to her in hard gasps.

You remain like that for a moment, still basking in the hazy afterglow of your fucking, hearing nothing but the sounds of your heartbeats and your heavy breathing, your senses filled with the smell of sweat and cum permeating through the air.

"Wow," Yuna finally manages to gasps, and giggles to herself in disbelief at what the two of you just did. "Oh my God. Wow. I feel so warm now… God, I'm so sweaty too…"

You smile at that, her back’s practically glowing under the sheen of sweat that covers her, and you can’t resist kissing the slope of her neck. You make a trail further down, landing your lips between her shoulder blades, playfully sucking at her skin. Your hands wander over her body, caressing her curves—you run your fingers up her sides, massage her worn muscles, knead into her tiny breasts—making a slight effort to extend the glow of satisfaction for just that little longer.

"Thank you," Yuna whispers, kissing into your arm as your hand wanders slightly higher up her chest. "That was just… fuck…"

"Agreed," you reply, murmuring into her skin. "You okay?"

Yuna laughs, "better than okay. Fucking amazing."

You keep kissing her back, making your way down her spine, tasting the salt of her skin. "I suppose you're going to be late?"

"I was already late when we started," Yuna says, turning back so she can look at you over her shoulder. "I'll figure something out. I'll make up some excuse and—Unnie?"

You catch the surprised look on Yuna's face and whirl your own head around to see a third person frozen still and standing right behind you. It’s a woman—looking at the two of you in complete and utter shock, gawking like she can't even comprehend what she's seeing.

It takes you a second to register her presence as well—to recognise the tall, slender, absolutely stunning girl standing before you. It’s the type of beauty that is undeniable, and whether appropriate or not, it's hard not to notice how attractive she is—from her exposed midriff, putting her abs proudly on display, to the creaminess of her thighs poking out from her short-shorts, and her long legs, rivalling even Yuna herself.

You're quick to realise who it is, and before you can stop yourself, her name is already slipping from your lips—"Tzuyu."

She doesn't even recognise that you've said her name—she doesn't say anything, doesn't even move—if you didn't catch her blink, you would be convinced she's a statue.

"Uh—" you start, dumbstruck, your mind wiped blank and unable to find the right words to explain why your cock is currently impaling her junior.

"Unnie, I can explain!" Yuna suddenly interjects, and even you're curious to see what excuse she could possibly come up with to get the two of you out of this predicament. "You see—he slipped!"

You turn back to Yuna, looking at her incredulously, and mouth 'what the fuck?'

To her credit, Yuna ignores you and powers on, determined to see her explanation through. "He slipped and fell and I tried to catch him and—"

You almost slap yourself then and there—that’s the best she can come up with?

Thankfully, Tzuyu doesn't stick around to hear the rest of Yuna's word salad—choosing instead to end the entire interaction. Both you and Yuna watch in stunned silence as Tzuyu backs away slowly and turns around, leaving out the same door she came in, as if she was never even there at all.

It takes a moment for the two of you to even realise that yes, that did just happen, and no, you have no idea if this is going to be an issue.

Yuna turns back to you, a wide, sweet grin plastered across her face, as if your cock isn’t still buried inside her, and your cum isn’t leaking out her well-fucked pussy and sliding down her juicy thighs.

She giggles, and innocently asks, "do you think she bought it?"

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Heyy could u do one where 2016 bill and y/n are on vacation with the band and they are best friends but they both get turned on?? tyy I love your writing

after his lil "photoshoot" in Bali, i'm so excited about this req! ❤️ 🫶

You drive me absolutely mad

God I wanted to get more done BUT I COULDN'T

thank you for the request love 🤭 so hot fr

hope this is good! tags/ warnings: hard-on, p in v, fingering, head (both), bill being hot, begging, cursing, screaming. MDNI ⚠️

Synopsis: with your little tiny bikini barely covering your chest and bottom, it drives bill completely insane, tearing you away from the beach where you were spending the day.

Bill's POV:

The warm sand pressed against my bare chest as I stared out at the ocean, the salty air filling my lungs. It had been a long, tiring year with the band, constant touring, recording, and the relentless attention from fans. I needed a break, a real one. That's why I brought her with me on this vacation.

She lay on her stomach a few feet away, her petite, curvy figure hidden beneath a tiny, blue bikini. The bottoms barely covered her hips, the sides revealing just enough of her ass to drive me wild. The top cut into her flesh above her breasts, leaving her stomach, back, and shoulders bared. It was enough to drive any man insane.

I sat up, stretching my arms above my head as I let out a sigh, watching her. The sun gleamed off her tan skin, her hair splayed out behind her, tickling the sand. She looked so peaceful, so content. And she was all mine for the next week.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her tiny bikini, the way it clung to her curves, revealing practically everything. My cock twitched in my shorts, growing harder and harder with each passing second. I licked my lips, already imagining what it would feel like to have her beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist.

Without thinking, I called her name, my voice barely above a whisper. She looked over her shoulder at me, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah?" she asked, her voice lazy and sweet.

"Come here," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. She rose to her feet, making her way over to me, her steps slow and graceful. As she approached, I couldn't help but admire the way her hips swayed from side to side, drawing my attention to the tiny triangle of fabric covering her pussy.

I stood up, towering over her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. "You're teasing me so much, love," I groaned, burying my face in her neck. She giggled, her breath hot against my skin.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she teased, wriggling her hips suggestively. "I'm just relaxing." I closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her. "Come on," I growled, "let's get out of here."

I picked up our beach stuff and the towel, taking her hand in mine. She followed me, her steps slow and curious. "Where are we going?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.

I led her back to the hotel room, pulling her along by the hand. I couldn't wait to get her out of that tiny bikini and have her underneath me. Once we were inside, I slammed the door shut and pushed her against it, my body pressed against hers. "I need you," I growled into her neck. "Right now."

Her breath came out in little gasps as I took one of her wrists in my hand and pinned it above her head. "Oh, Bill," she moaned, arching her back. "Please."

I leaned in, kissing her neck, sucking on the tender skin. "Please what?" I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "Please take me inside you?"

She nodded frantically, her hips grinding against mine. "Yes," she breathed. "Please." I released her wrist and reached down to untie the tiny bikini bottoms, tossing them aside. Her bare pussy was finally revealed to me, and I groaned at the sight. I leaned in, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I thrust my hips forward, pressing the head of my cock against her entrance. She cried out, arching her back further as I slowly pushed inside her.

Her tight, hot flesh engulfed me, squeezing me so tight I thought I might explode. "Fuck," I moaned, moving harder and faster, fucking her against the door. "You're so tight, so perfect." I released her breast, moving down to suck and nibble on the other, and she let out a keening cry.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she arched her back, meeting my thrusts with her own, her hips moving in a rhythm that drove us both wild. I gripped her ass, squeezing as I buried myself deeper inside her, feeling her inner walls massage my cock with every move. "Oh God," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. "Don't stop."

I didn't want to stop. I never wanted to stop. I wanted to lose myself in her, to feel her body move against mine until we were both reduced to nothing but pleasure and sweat. She was everything I'd ever wanted, everything I'd ever needed.

With one final thrust, I let go, my body shuddering as I came deep inside her. She cried out my name, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of heat and pleasure. I held her tight against me, feeling her body quiver with each tremor that ran through her.

We stayed like that for a long moment, her breathing ragged and uneven, my heart still racing. I couldn't believe how right this felt, how perfect she was in my arms. I pressed my lips to her forehead, her cheek, her neck, drinking in the scent of her skin and the taste of her kiss. She looped her arms around my neck, holding on as if she never wanted to let go.

Finally, I pulled out of her, the wetness between us making a wet, sucking sound as I slid free. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy with desire, and I could see the question in them. "Come on," I said, reaching down to pick her up bridal-style. "Let's get comfortable."

I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the cool sheets. She stretched out beneath me, her legs spread, inviting me closer. I kissed her again, softly this time, my lips lingering on hers as I moved between her legs. I parted her wet folds with my fingers, exposing her swollen, sensitive clit. She arched her back, moaning into my mouth as I teased her, circling her bud with the tip of my finger.

Her hips bucked up off the bed, seeking more contact, and I obliged, thrusting my finger deeper inside her. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she came apart beneath me. I continued to work her, my other hand braced against her hip, feeling the tight muscles of her ass flex and release around my finger. She tasted so good, so sweet and salty, and I couldn't get enough.

I slid my finger from her pussy, bringing it up to her lips. "Suck," I whispered, and she opened her mouth, taking my finger into her mouth, sucking hungrily as she looked up at me with hooded eyes. I reached down between her legs again, finding her swollen clit and teasing it with my thumb. "That's it," I groaned, watching her body respond to my touch. "Feels good, right?."

She nodded, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations I was creating. I continued to tease her, circling her clit with my thumb while using my other hand to spread her lips apart, exposing her sensitive entrance. "You're so wet," I murmured, leaning in to lick her, tasting her sweetness on my tongue. "God, I love the way you taste."

Her hips bucked up off the bed again, and I moved closer, thrusting my tongue deeper inside her. She cried out, her fingers tangled in my hair as she came hard around my mouth. I sucked and licked her, relishing the feel of her tight muscles contracting around my tongue, her juices coating my mouth. When she went limp, I moved up her body, kissing her deeply, tasting ourselves on each other's lips.

I propped myself up on my elbow, gazing down at her as she lay beneath me, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She looked so beautiful, so satisfied. "That was…wow," she whispered, her voice still shaky. "I never thought…"

I smiled down at her and leaned in to kiss her again. "Neither did I," I said truthfully. "But I'm sure glad we did." I moved between her legs once more, parting her folds with my fingers. "How about this time, you take care of me?"

She propped herself up on her elbow, her gaze traveling the length of my cock. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. Slowly, she lowered herself down, taking the tip of me into her mouth. Her lips were soft and wet, and I groaned as she began to bob her head up and down.

The feel of her warm, moist mouth engulfing me was unbelievable, and I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, deepening the contact. She moaned around me, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, guiding me in and out of her mouth. The sensation of her tongue swirling around the head of my dick was almost too much to bear.

I reached down to touch her hair, running my fingers through the silky strands as she continued to suck me deeper. Her eyes met mine, and I felt a shiver of desire race up my spine. She looked so fucking sexy like this, so confident and in control. I couldn't help but lose myself in the sensation, feeling my orgasm building inside me.

I moaned her name, my hips bucking involuntarily as I neared the edge. She must have sensed it too, because she increased the speed and pressure of her sucking, her tongue flicking against the head of my cock in a way that was driving me wild. I felt a sharp pulse of release coursing through my veins, and she took me all the way in, her throat working as she swallowed my climax.

She pulled back, her lips and mouth still wet with my essence as she looked up at me with a satisfied smile. "Better?"

A/n: love you all, take care!

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