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givemefevrr · 8 days

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INEXPERIENCED SUBMISSIVE HEESEUNG OR JUNGWON PWEAASEEEE ??🌝🌝

Left My Innocence In Your Mouth (NSFW)

Pairings: sub!Jungwon x afab!reader

Warnings: inexperienced Jungwon, experienced reader, loss of virginity, first time, overstimulation, masturbation, dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, soft sex, mild praise, nipple play, begging, pet names (love, baby, sweetie, etc..)

!WC: 3.6k!

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You and Jungwon have been dating for several months now, and while the chemistry between you two was undeniable from the start, the physical aspect of your relationship had been slow to progress. It wasn't for lack of desire or attraction; rather, Jungwon's shy and reserved nature made him hesitant to take things further.

But tonight, you decided to push the limits and see how far the shy boy can go.

You had initiated your usual nightly make-out session with him; however, now, you decide to take the lead, crawling onto his lap and straddling his thighs. Jungwon gasps softly, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as if he's holding on for dear life. He's been nothing but gentle – hesitant even – and it's so endearing.

Your fingers trail through his hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. He melts into it, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he surrenders to your lead. His reactions turn you on even more.

As you break the kiss, his eyes flutter open, dazed and glossy. You watched as he tried to chase your lips, his cheeks flushed and chest heaving with anticipation. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you cupped his cheeks, noting how he already looked so wonderfully messed up.

"You look so good like this," you murmur, your lips trailing down his jawline, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Jungwon's breath hitches, and you can feel his heart racing against your chest.

You pull back slightly, gazing into his glossy eyes. "You can touch me, you know," you say, your voice husky with desire. "I want you to."

Jungwon blinks, looking slightly bewildered. Slowly, hesitantly, his hands moved to rest on your thighs, just above the fabric of your clothes. His touch is feather-light as if he's afraid to press too hard.

After his palms sit on your plush thighs for a moment, he glances back up at you, as if seeking validation.

"Touch me more," you bite your lip, guiding his hands up your sides. He looks like a deer in headlights, shocked and naive. His cheeks flush a deep, rosy hue as you continue to move his hands up your torso. "Do you like touching me like this, Wonnie?"

A small whimper caught in Jungwon's throat as he nodded, unable to keep his eyes from flickering between his hands and your lips.

You smile, leaning in to capture his lips again, releasing his hands to let him explore more. His hands start to move, undeniably still hesitant, yet he's touching you nonetheless.

Jungwon's fingers gently trace your spine's contours, making you gasp. "Is this okay?" he asks between kisses, his voice laced with concern. "A-am I doing okay?"

You leave a couple of final kisses on the corner of his lips before responding warmly, "It's perfect, baby. Have you never done this before?"

You half meant it teasingly—to spur him on, rile him up so he could build confidence in his actions––but you were surprised when Jungwon's blush deepened. His gaze dropped slightly as he nodded, his fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice barely audible.

Cradling his face in your hands, you lift his face up to meet yours again, cooing at the boy whisperingly. "Are you a virgin, baby?"

He nods sheepishly, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips, his fingers curling slightly to grip your shirt. "M' sorry," he apologizes again, his lip quivering with his nervous trembling breaths.

Leaning in, you press a soft kiss to his lips, running your thumb along his jawline soothingly, murmuring words of reassurance against his mouth. "There's nothing to apologize for, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "We'll take things slow, I'll guide you through it, yeah?"

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His kisses grow hungrier, and you can feel his arousal pressing against you, and it only spurs you on further.

A soft moan escapes your lips at his touch, a sound that echoes in Jungwon's mind, driving him to desperation. He can't shake the thought of making you feel that way again, of being the one to elicit such pleasure from you.

"W-want," he gasps between kisses. "I want to…touch… you—" he stammers out before a final desperate, "Please…"

You smile at his eagerness, a playful glint in your eyes as you cock your head to the side teasingly. "Yeah?" you murmur, your voice a low purr. "You want to learn how to make me feel good?"

Jungwon nods eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation as he gazes up at you with undisguised longing. "Please," he whispers, his voice barely above a breathless whimper, nodding eagerly. "I want to so badly. Teach me, please!"

His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him. With a smirk, you lean back slightly, your hands working on the hem of your shirt.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you tease, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "I suppose I could show you a thing or two."

Jungwon's eyes widen in anticipation, a hopeful gleam shining in their depths as he watches you intently as you slowly pull your shirt over your head to reveal your bare chest. Jungwon's eyes widen in awe at the sight, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of you shirtless for the first time.

He's mesmerized, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your exposed skin, uncertainty evident in his every movement. He wants to look and admire, but he's unsure if he's allowed––if he's allowed to indulge in the sight before him.

"It's okay, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice gentle and reassuring. "You're allowed to look, I want you to see me, sweetie."

His eyes widen at your words, disbelief mingling with longing in their depths. Slowly, hesitantly, he lets his gaze wander over your bare skin, his hands practically trembling at your hips.

The way he struggles to contain his desperate whimper, the way he practically stares, unable to tear his eyes away—it's all too endearing.

You gently brush your fingertips against his cheek with a soft chuckle, coaxing him out of his daze. "Do you want to touch?" you ask softly, nodding toward your tits.

Jungwon's breath catches in his throat, his eyes widening even further at your invitation. "Can I?" he stammers, his voice slightly strained.

You grin softly, nodding in encouragement as you guide his hand once again up to your chest, his touch tentative and uncertain. With gentle guidance, you help him thumb at your nipples, his reaction immediate.

A small mewl escapes the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering slightly. He reacts as if he's the one being touched, his body trembling.

Lost in the moment, he doesn't even realize the sound escaping him, mesmerized by the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips. And you watch him, utterly captivated by his innocence and eagerness to learn.

With a soft exhale, you suggest, "You could put your mouth on them if you want."

Jungwon's breath catches as if he can't believe what you're suggesting. "Wh-what?" he stammers, his voice breathless with disbelief.

You can't help but smile at Jungwon's shocked reaction, his breathless gasp echoing in the air at the suggestion of putting his mouth on your nipples, his breathing quickening as he processes the idea.

You simply nod, trying to coax out some initiative in his actions, "Unless you don't want to–"

"No!" Jungwon cuts you off.

He hesitates momentarily, then leans in, his lips brushing ever so softly against the sensitive bud. Looking up at you for validation, his eyes searching for approval, he waits for your instruction.

Following your guidance, Jungwon tentatively wraps his lips around your nipple, his movements cautious and nervous at first. But you guide him through it, instructing him to suck a little harder, to use his tongue. And with each suckle, he becomes more lost in the sensation.

Soon, he's completely lost in the sensation, his eyes closed in bliss as he presses his face into your chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Soft, needy mumbles escape his lips as he sucks with increasing fervor, his breathy moans and gentle noises vibrating against your nipples, sending a delicious shiver down your spine, leaving you gasping for breath.

His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him as if he can't get enough of you. And soon, his hips begin to subtly buck up into yours, his movements instinctual and desperate. The sensation of his hardening length grinding against your pussy only turns you on more, and you find the ache between your legs growing more intense by the second.

The sensation of his lips and tongue against your sensitive skin feels so good, so achingly right, that you can't help but moan softly, arching your back, pressing your body closer to his. Jungwon's eyes flutter open at the sound, his gaze locking with yours.

The sound pulls Jungwon out of his trance, and he realizes that he's been grinding against you. His eyes widen in panic.

"I-I'm so sorry," he stammers, his voice coming out in a whiny, desperate tone, his hands trembling against your skin. "I didn't mean to—I got carried away..."

Despite his apologies, his hips continue their subtle movements, his body betraying his apology, unable to control his virgin body. He looks up at you with glossed-over eyes, his expression pleading for forgiveness even as his movements grow more desperate.

It's adorable, and you'd love to bask in his desperation and the sensation of his bugle rubbing on your cunt all day, but it's time to move on to the next step.

Gently, you reach down to grasp the hem of Jungwon's pajama pants, looking up at him, and he hesitates before lifting his hips to allow you to, slowly easing them down his legs until he's left in nothing but his dark grey hoodie and boxers, his erection tenting the fabric of his underwear.

Jungwon's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to avoid your eyes as he tries to discreetly adjust himself, tugging at the hem of his hoodie, trying to cover his arousal.

Meanwhile, you continue to undress yourself, slipping off your baby pink silk pajama shorts with practiced ease, revealing your panties. You catch Jungwon stealing glances at you; his breath comes in shallow gasps as he watches you undress and takes in every inch of your exposed skin.

"Like what you see?" You tease, crawling languidly back onto the bed. "You're quite the starer, huh?"

He gulps, his eyes following your every movement. "Sorry," he mumbles, "I just... I can't help it."

You smile warmly at him, reaching out to cup his cheek. "It's okay to want me, Jungwon," you whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "I want you too."

You guide Jungwon back onto the bed, gently pushing him to lie beside you. His eyes are filled with wonder and adoration as he gazes at you, his heart racing with anticipation and nervousness.

Leaning close, you whisper into his ear, your voice a soft, seductive murmur. "Do you want to finger me, Jungwon? Fill me up with your fingers?"

At your words, Jungwon's breath hitches, and he is completely overwhelmed by the idea, his mind racing with nervousness. "I don't know what to do," he worries, his voice filled with uncertainty. What if I mess up?"

You smile reassuringly, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "You won't mess up, Jungwon," you reassure him, your voice filled with confidence. "Just follow my lead."

With a gentle nudge, you guide Jungwon to kneel between your legs as you lay back on the bed. He's nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he looks down at you, unsure what to do next.

"Take my panties off," you instruct him, your voice a soft command.

Cautiously, Jungwon reaches down to slide your panties off, his movements slow and careful. He's mesmerized by the sight of you laid out before him, legs spread. His breath catches in his throat as he takes in every detail of your pretty little pussy.

His hands remain on your hips as he hovers nervously over your body, his hands trembling with anticipation and uncertainty, so you guide his movements once again with gentle encouragement. You take his hand and lead his fingers to your clit, showing him how to rub it in slow, circular motions.

"Like this," you whisper, your voice laced with pleasure and relief as his fingers soak up your wetness, tracing along your puffy folds. "That feels so good, Jungwon."

He watches you intently, his mouth slightly agape in awe as he can't take his eyes away from his hands touching you. Your guidance gives him the courage to continue, and his touch becomes more sure and deliberate with each passing moment.

"Good, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with encouragement. "You're doing amazing. Keep going."

His eyes are locked on yours, seeking approval and guidance as he continues to explore your body.

"Are you ready to put your fingers in, Jungwon?" you ask softly, your voice tinged with anticipation.

He nods dazedly, his breath catching in his throat as he positions a finger at your entrance and slowly pushes it inside you. A soft moan escapes his lips as if he's experiencing the sensation himself.

"That's it, Jungwon," you encourage him, your voice filled with pleasure. "Keep going.."

As he follows your instructions, his fingers move in slow, deep thrusts. He looks up at you for reassurance, his eyes searching yours for guidance.

"Does that feel good?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for approval. You let out a soft moan of approval, your back arching slightly as you savor his finger filling you.

So Jungwon added another, and the stretch and fullness felt delicious. His movements are still cautious, but with each thrust, he grows more confident, finding a rhythm that drives you wild.

You moan softly, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he works his fingers inside you. He gets a little light-headed at the tightness and wetness surrounding his fingers, whimpering softly at the intoxicating feeling.

But then, you notice something. Jungwon's free hand is discreetly palming himself, his arousal evident in the way he's whimpering and whining with each movement of his fingers inside you.

"Are you feeling needy, baby?" you giggle through moans, teasing him gently.

Jungwon's ears flush red with embarrassment as he nods, unable to deny the truth. "I-I can't help it," he admits, his voice filled with need. "You're– you're so–"

You croon at Jungwon's confession, finding his desperation and eagerness to please you utterly adorable. With a soft smile, you take his hand out from your heat, holding it gently as you pull him forward to hover over you.

Jungwon's eyes widen in surprise and flustered excitement at the sudden change in position. He looks down at you, his gaze filled with awe and desire, his heart racing with anticipation.

Your hands trail down his hoodie-covered waist, fingers running along the waistband of his boxers. Jungwon's breath catches in his throat as he watches your movements, his gaze flickering between your hands and your eyes. He's entranced, his heart pounding as he waits for your next move.

"Do you want to fuck me now, Wonnie?" you whisper, your voice laced with teasing invitation.

Jungwon loses it at your words, his eyes widening even further as his cheeks flush crimson. His breath comes out in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at you with a mixture of desire and disbelief, nodding frantically.

Slowly, you free his throbbing erection from his boxers. He groans softly in relief, his hips instinctively moving forward in search of more friction.

As guide his cock to your entrance, you notice his hand shaking in yours.

You coo at him softly, your voice filled with reassurance and affection.

"Why are you shaking, love?" you murmur, brushing your thumb gently over his hand. "Don't be nervous. It's just me, hm?"

Jungwon nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. With your guidance, he positions himself, his cock poised at your entrance. And with a gentle push, he enters you all at once, not knowing he was supposed to ease his way in.

But it's okay; the suddenness of his entry overwhelms him, too, and he could use the moment to adjust to the feeling himself.

As soon as he feels you surrounding him, his eyes shut tight, and he lets out an awfully cute noise, a mix between a moan and a whine.

"Oh god," he croaks, his voice strained and squeaky. "Fuck..."

His whole body is shaking with overstimulation, his arms shaking as he holds himself up on his elbows, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

He's whining softly, his words coming out in a breathless rush as he struggles to find his bearings in the overwhelming pleasure.

"You're so– so warm," he gasps, his breath coming in short pants. "You feel so good... I-I can't..."

His words come out in a breathless rush, his mind clouded with desire as he struggles to process everything. He's unable to move, his whole body shaking as if on the brink of collapse from the sheer pleasure of being buried inside you.

You find his rambling utterly endearing, a smile playing on your lips as you lift his face from the crook of your neck to meet your gaze. You cup his cheek gently, your eyes locking with his as you reassure him.

"You feel good too, Jungwon," you whisper, your voice filled with sincerity and affection.

His hips instinctively twitch at your words, a surge of arousal coursing through him. He apologizes profusely, which seems habitual, his voice filled with embarrassment and nerves.

"I'm sorry," he stammers, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

You giggle softly, cutting off his apologies with a gentle kiss. "It's okay," you murmur against his lips. "Keep going."

So Jungwon tries to start thrusting; his movements are indeed inexperienced–short and shallow. But nonetheless, it still feels good. The feeling of his cock stretching you out is pleasurable enough to make up for it.

Meanwhile, Jungwon is completely overstimulated, his virgin senses overwhelmed by the tiny bit of stimulation he's receiving. He whines nonsensically, his words a jumbled mix of pleasure and adoration.

"Oh god, it feels so good," he mumbles, his voice breathless and filled with need. "I-I… just... please..."

You smile up at him, brushing your fingers through his hair as you guide him through the motions. "Just focus on what feels good for you, okay?"

"No, I wanna make you feel good, too," he insists, his voice filled with sincerity and determination.

Your heart swells with affection for him, touched by his selflessness and eagerness to please you. "You are, baby," you reassure him, your voice soft with affection. "Thank you so much for making me feel so good. You're doing so well."

His desperate nod and continued efforts to get the hang of things only endear him to you more.

As Jungwon continues to thrust, his movements become more desperate and erratic, and you notice him starting to get overstimulated. His whimpers grow more frantic, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensations, his movements stuttering to a halt. He ducks his head into your neck, whimpering softly as he confesses.

"It's... it's too much," he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. "I can't... I can't do it anymore. Please... help me."

Your heart aches for him, seeing how overwhelmed he is. So, with gentle care, you roll him over, shifting so that you're now sitting on his lap, your hands resting on his chest as you gaze down at him with tender affection. His eyes widen in surprise at the change in position, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks up at you with a mix of desire and gratitude.

You run your hands through his hair, brushing away the sweat-dampened strands from his forehead. "Shh, it's okay," you coo soothingly as you look down at him with loving concern. "You've done so well, love. Let me take care of you now."

Jungwon nods weakly, his body still trembling with the remnants of overstimulation. But as you lean in to kiss his lips softly, he melts into your touch, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding you close.

As you lower yourself onto him, taking him deep inside you, you feel him reach parts of you he hadn't been able to reach earlier, being prodded at, pushing pleasured sighs out of you.

Each movement sends pleasure coursing through both of you. Jungwon thrashes beneath you, his moans and whines desperate and needy–oh, so sensitive.

You feel the heat pooling in your stomach, pleasure building with each thrust, each gasp, each whimper that escapes Jungwon's lips. And he's soon confessing, "I-I'm close, fuck– oh my god, please!"

Feeling the same urgency and pleasure, you respond with a breathless admission, "I am too, baby."

You pull off of him, positioning yourself to grind your wet cunt and sensitive clit against his cock. Jungwon's hips buck uncontrollably, his body trembling with the intensity of all the sensations. And he comes so prettily all over his charcoal hoodie, the wet noises of his release lubing up the grind of your pussy getting louder, fueling his overstimulation.

Not long after, the overwhelming sensations also push you over the edge. Your body arches with pleasure as you come on Jungwon's cock, the waves crashing over you the hardest you've felt in months. And Jungwon shook beneath you, muttering whiny thanks and 'I love you's as he caught his breath, dopamine rushing through his veins, overjoyed that his first time was with you.

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I love cute little first time fics like this so muchhhhh thanks for the request <3

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graphicpepsi · 9 days

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secure (nsfw, mdni)

OR what happens when König is having a rough time at work & takes it out on you. starts a lil angsty

You could always tell when König was having a rough day.

When long talks turn into short, gruff responses; when soft, delicate hands on your body turn to rough, firm slaps- not that you minded, of course- you loved it when he got rough. For the past week he had fucked you to sleep every single night- pounding into you mercilessly- disregarding whenever you asked if he was alright with a wordless hand on your jaw, or a hard kiss to your lips that took every single thought in your head away.

But tonight was going to be different- you were determined. That's why when he came through the door at eleven pm, rushing to get his hands on your waist, you pushed him away hard enough he knew you wanted him to stop. He looks at you, face twisted into a confused expression.

"König, you need to talk to me." You say, crossing your arms and hoping he can't smell the arousal radiating off of you. You can't help it, he's just so big, towering over you like that-

"Later." He says shortly, moving to kiss you again. You step back.

"König, no, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, love, I just wanna-"

"Stop!" You exclaim, "Just stop! god, don't you want me for anything more than sex?"

You hadn't meant to say that because you knew it wasn't true. He looked alarmed.

"What? Of course I do, schatz, where is this coming from?"

"That's the longest sentence you've said to me all fucking week, König." You say, exhaustion evident in your voice.

You sigh, collect yourself and take his hands in yours.

"I'm not mad at you Köni, I just- I'm worried about you. And I'm tired of feeling like a sex doll."

"You're not a sex doll," He says plainly, "You know that."

"Then why're you treating me like one?"

"I thought you liked it when-"

"God, you're not getting it, König." You run a hand through your hair, leaving his hands to drop to his sides once again. He stands stiffly in the hallway.

It's silent between the two of you for a few minutes. He stares at you, while you stare at anything but him.

"You think I'm using you for sex." He finally says, breaking the silence. "Fuck."

"You're treating me like a one night stand, König, if you're bored of me just fucking say it." You spat, even though you prayed silently that wasn't the case.

Of course it wasn't.

He engulfs you in a hug so quickly and so tightly you think you might pass out. It's only when your hands fly up to rub his shuddering back that you realize he's crying.

"Oh, Kö, I'm sorry I don't mean that, I'm just upset."

He shakes into you, and you suddenly feel sick with guilt.

"I killed a teenage girl." He whispers, so quiet you hardly catch it. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love, I just- you're the only thing that distracts me."

The sudden confession caught you off guard. He had killed a young girl?

"What happened?" You ask, pulling partly away from him to study his teary eyes.

You both sink to your knees in the hallway, and somehow, even at this height he's still a foot or two taller than you.

"You know how they are in the republic, sending out innocent civilians in front of their soldiers, thinking no good man could shoot-" His words fall into sobs again, his shoulders heaving with every inhale. You've never seen him cry like this.

"Shh, it's okay," You say, because you're not sure what else you can say. It's not okay, and you both know that, but your delicate hand on his shoulder is enough for him to half believe you.

"I know you wouldn't do a thing like that meaningfully, Kö."

He nods, tears still steaming down his face. You wipe them away with your thumb, cradling his face in your hands. He shuts his eyes almost shamefully.

"I could never be bored of you, could never live without you," he says breathlessly, and you get the feeling he's hoping you can't hear him.

After a few seconds he's calmed down tremendously, enjoying the feeling of your hands on his face.

"This is what I missed." You say, "My boy."

He opens his lidded eyes to look at you.

"Thank you," He whispers with a sigh, and it's you that leans in to kiss him this time.

His lips are salty with tears, but you relish in the feeling of his mouth against yours in the soft, loving kind of way.

For the first time in over a week, it's you who deepens the kiss, and he gently guides you until you're sitting on his lap.

"Let me fuck you properly, schatz," He whispers into your neck, pressing soft kisses over the purple marks that litter your skin. His thick accent next to your ear makes your pussy pulse against his growing hard-on. You sigh, relaxing into him- something you haven't been able to do for too long.

He picks you up, mouth still on your neck, and carries you to your bed. He places you on it like you're made of glass. You take your shirt off and König's hands are almost instantly on your tits, squeezing them softly like they're the most delicate things he's ever held.

You take his hand from your chest and put his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you look up at him. Fuck, he thought you were pretty like this. Perfect tits on display, sucking on his thumb, pussy dragging back and forth on the bed for any kind of friction- and it was all for him. He loved doing this to you.

He loved fucking you just fine; pounding into you with a hand on your throat, slapping your ass and denying your orgasm- but god did he love it when you got so worked up like this, so worked up over nothing.

He peels his shirt off, throws it across the room. You could whine with how slowly he takes his belt off. You're completely exposed for him now- jeans forgotten somewhere on the bedroom floor along with your shirt and underwear.

"Kö-"

"I'm coming, baby," He whispers, finally done undressing and climbing on top of you. You can almost hear his heart with how fast it's beating. God, you're wet for him.

He presses a light kiss to your lips before bracing himself with a hand on the bed frame- and god was that a sight to see- his muscular arm extended out above you with the other holding your jaw gently, trapping you intoxicatingly. You can see the way his hand flexes as he starts pushing into you, his veins growing bigger ever so slightly.

"König- yes, god, more-" You murmur, eyes threatening to screw shut at any moment.

"Fuck, love." He grunts into your ear, "Such a pretty little pussy."

He's fucking you now, thrusting into you harshly as he looks into your eyes, at your face.

You've missed this so much. Just him on you, fucking you proper, muttering sweet things into your ear with a voice threatening to break because of how good you feel around his dick.

You claw at his back because you know he loves it. Loves to wake up to see your hand prints and nail marks all over him.

"Kö, Köni I'm close, Köni-"

"Sh, being so good baby, good girl," He whispers, fucking into you hard and slow.

You practically cling to him as you let yourself go, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes with how fucking good it feels to come on his cock. So full, so good.

König pulls out and comes on you soon after, replacing his dick with his fingers inside of you to fuck you through your orgasm. His cum spills all over your tits, splattering a few droplets on your lips and jaw which you instinctively lick up.

Fuck he loves you when you look like this.

All fucked out, panting, lips parted and face flushed- he thinks he could look at you forever.

"I missed that, König." You say softly.

"Me too, love, I'm sorry." He kisses your cheek, "I love you so much."

You say nothing- just burying your face in the crook of his neck with a content sigh, inhaling the scent of sex and cologne that sticks to him.

A/N: hehehehe i love him. thanks for reading if u want me to write something specific lmk, otherwise i'll just write whatever my horny for cod men brain comes up with. Later y'all

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kittysarchive · 14 days

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Make up sex, Jay

"Stop treating me like a child!" You cry out, storming to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, you locked it.

"B-baby" Jay tries to chase after you, only to be met with a slammed door.

Your relationship with Jay felt like it was coming to an end. Sure he cared for you but you felt like his child, he never allowed you to clean, cook or drive. You felt useless in society. Taping on the door, you silence your sniffles as Jay tries to apologise.

"Y/N.....I'm sorry....I love you I really do but I didn't know you felt like that.....You didn't tell me baby" His forehead meets the door. He fucked up. He should have seen the signs. Back against the door, hiccups and sniffles are heard.

"Please....Please don't cry, I'm really sorry I mean it" Jay didn't know what to do, if he had been treating you like a child, how could he comfort you?

"go away..." You horse voice is heard. Not wanting to give up, he makes one final stand.

"Let me make it up to you okay? Let me love you Y/N" You stay silent, slightly shuffling. God...you wanted him to love you. Fighting with you inner demons, you rise up from the cold bathroom tiles, hands shaking as you unlock the door. Hearing the doorknob turn, Jay quickly walks to you, kneeling his head down to envelop you in a kiss.

"Let me love you baby" Jay breaths, lips crashing onto yours, tasting your own tears, he hated when you fought. Nodding your head, still entangled in the kiss, you stumbled over to the bed. Breaking from the kiss, Jay threw his clothes off, you followed.

" 'm sorry" Lips trailing down your collar bone, he decorates your chest small kisses and Hickie's. Saliva glistens on your chest.

"I need you" You pipe up, back arching as he lips came dangerously down to your unclothed heat. Jay smiled, he loved when you were needy back.

Wasting no time, Jay's lips latch onto your clit, sucking harshly. Fast whines awaken from you as you struggle to keep up with his lips. Nose prodding at your entrance, your pussy quickly became soaking. Pulling his lips away from your mouth, his chin shined with your arousal. Naked himself, he pumped his cock, ready to love you.

In no rush, he slowly enters your aching cunt. Feeling you squeeze around him, he resisted from fucking you hard. Crawling over more of your body, his kissed you deeply as he slowly thrusted inside you.

"I love you so much" He pants, hips thrusting in you faster.

"P-please" You cry out, you didn't want his forgiveness anymore, you wated his cock. Not needing it twice, his hips jackhammer against yours, desperate on cuming.

"Don't wanna lose this, don't wanna lose you" He breathes out, cock slipping in and out of your warmth. Feeling his cock prod at your walls, you hated your fights.

"Don't wanna fight anymore" You moan out, hands gripping the back of his neck, forcing his forehead to touch yours. You latch your lips onto his, swallowing his low moans. Air supply running low, your kisses became more needy, not wanting to stray from one another.

"Promis me" He begins, hips speeding up into your core, cursing as you swallowed his whole length.

"You'll tell me everything" Jay loved you, he loved fucking you but make up sex....felt sombre. Nodding your head, you pulled your head away from his, panting hard you kept yourself from cuming.

"J-jay" You whine out, feeling you stomach tighten, feeling your eyes haze. Giving you a few deep thrusts, he released deep inside you. Feeling his warm fluids flood your pussy, you came.

"Fuck" Jay cursed, looking down at the creamy right situated at his base. Nothing was better then cuming together.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen jay smut #jay smut #soft sex #make up sex #enhypen imagines

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the-black-manor · 10 months

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Soft sex is underrated on this site.

Let me pick you up and carry you to a soft bed, lay you down among the pillows and blankets.

Let me crawl on top of you and nuzzle into your neck. Let me pepper soft kisses all over your body, offering special attention to your gorgeous belly and thighs.

Let me sing your praises while I fuck you softly and slowly, worshiping you with every thrust.

Let me take you gently, like you're made of porcelain.

Let me show you just how much you mean to me. Just how much I love you.

#master/pet #dom/sub #soft dom #soft sex #dirty talk #romance kink

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dinasangel · 2 months

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IF YOU WANT .

cowgirl!abby x reader

summary ; after having seemingly nothing ahead of you for what felt like years but was really just months, your mother finds a new opportunity for you, a new purpose to linger in your life, but is it made for you?

cw ; switch!abby, switch!reader, slow burn, southern au, eventual smut, abby denying her feelings for the longest time ever, hair braiding!! , catching butterflies, will-they-won't-they, arguments but coming from a nice place , closeted/unsure!abby, sharing a bed, slight homophobia, teaching abby how to play a piano, cuddling on accident and on purpose, slight praise kink from both sides, abby teaches you how to ride a horse , dancing!!, baking, injury , reader is scared of dogs ok , NO use of y/n , rrrrrr idk this will probs be added to

a/n ; is it ok that i added stuff to the content warning that'll be in future chapters just not this one and isn't all smutty stuff or is that not ok????? also sorry the caps are ugly i feel improper without them.

A slick heat beat down on your hair, snuffing any previously made attempts at improving it's state, and the journey you had just taken had worn you of any care for it by this point. Growing up in England only made matters worse, severely unpreparing you for this sort of weather, and you dreaded the fact that this was all you'd be feeling for who knows how long. Suitcases were hauled from your mother's car , safely situated at your side before she brought you into a crushing hug, one that had you groaning at the pressure.

"Make sure you write, you know how worried me and your father'll be." She said sternly, hands holding your shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I will." You replied just as adamantly.

"Okay, good. You make sure you have fun now, okay? Oh , and remember-" your mother rambled on , which you were sure was just her way of keeping you back longer.

"Remember my manners, yeah, I got it." You interrupted. You truly were going to miss her and your father, but you were sure if she was here any longer she might just cave and stay eith you, which you did not want. A warm smile curled against her lips, crows feet appearing at the corners of her eyes.

"Look at you, my sweet girl, all grown up." She sighed dreamily and you couldn't help but grin, eyes rolling lightheartedly.

"Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, bringing her into one last crushing hug before exchanging small 'goodbyes' and 'i love you's' before she reluctantly got back into her car and headed off, leaving you to sit on a bench, awaiting your ride.

Your mother had been friends with a man called Jerry Anderson for longer than you could recall, and after one of their most recent catchups, the topic of you had eventually been picked up. You had always been a good student, exceptional grades whilst maintaining a stable social life and everyone had always expected big things from you, only once you had graduated university, your whole life had come to a standstill and it was starting to look like you'd be living at home forever. That was until Jerry brought up the fact his daughter, Abby, could use some tutoring, and it was settled before you'd even known ; you were going to tutor his daughter.

You didn't know why, nor did you even care really. As long as it gave you something to do with your life , you would do it. Being a picture perfect role model and ending up this way was no short of humiliating , and no amount of concealing it from everyone else could hide the truth from yourself.

"Tsch, what the fuck is this signal?" You groan quietly as you attempt to do anything with your phone to distract you from the boredom looming over your body and the nervousness pooling in your stomach, filling the gaps between you organs in a sickly warm way. Thankfully for you, a truck pulls up , usefully arriving at the exact time discussed. This never would've happened back home. You hate the fact you feel homesick already.

A door opens and you stand up, shaking the hand of the man in front of you. He's taller by a few inches, maybe 3 or 4, hair which is seemingly quite long done up in a neat ponytail and you're almost jealous of the way it sticks better than your hair, messily braided by yourself, a skill you've never mastered. You're sure you could, but between studies and friends and family, you'd never had the time.

"So you're the one who's gonna be putting up with Abs, huh?" He teases playfully with an accent you weren't expecting, sounding far more Spanish than Southern, pulling his hand away to grab your suitcases, an act of chivalry you're not too acquainted with.

"Abs?" You questioned.

"Oh, Abby." He corrected. You nodded in recognition, slightly humiliated you didn't link the two.

"Yeah, I guess." You say, climbing into the passenger seat of his burgundy truck. The seats are slightly worn, objects strewn across here and there, but nothing grotesque. He gets in and starts the engine up before beginning to drive. A heavy silence hangs in the air, once he seems to be a lot more comfortable with in comparison to your agitated state.

"So...what's she like?" You ask reluctantly, unsure on whether making conversation is a food idea. You don't even know him, and you're not sure he's worth getting to know.

"Abby? She's smart, really, just not got the right knowledge to get outta this place. Listens real well too, always got an eye for seeing things about people. She's nice to be around, awkward if you don't know her though. Real funny too, but don't tell her I said that." He explains. His carefree attitude irritates you slightly. This is all business to you.

"Why's she want to leave?" You ask, testing the waters, unsure od where the boundaries lie. Manny shrugs his shoulders.

"I never really asked. Why'd you leave?" He counters, confusing you.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you had this whole life n now you're here, what's up with that?" He explains himself, eyes flicking to you slightly before returning to the road.

You shrug slowly, staring down at the objects you can see here and there.

"Dunno. Just...not much left for me back there, or something." You say vaguely. He doesn't pry, which you like.

"So, what's England like?" He asks.

You find yourself settling into a comfortable conversation with him, the soft sound of music playing on the radio as a mere background noise. You find you don't dislike him as much anymore.

The town is small, definitely smaller than anything you've ever seen, and it's equally shocking how friendly everybody is. Every person you pass says hey or at least waves. It should decrease your nerves and allow you to relax a little, but it has you even more jittery. You're noticing how much you stand out even more as things go on. Most people are dressed in shorts , dresses, tank tops, skirts, anything that let's what little cool breeze circulate their body and suddenly you wish you'd acquired more taste in clothes that go beyond your usual jeans , long or occasionally short sleeved shirt and converse combo. You make sure to make a mental note to go shopping as Manny continues to drive.

A wooden, clearly old house (though better described as a cottage) slowly emerged into view. The paint was cracked in some areas, however other parts looked freshly applied, so, putting two and two together, you assumed there was renovations being done.

"So...how many people, y'know...fit in that?" You asked Manny, unsure there was going to be enough space for everything.

"Oh well, Abby has her own place not too far from here so it's actually just been her dad." He explained as they pulled up into the dirt driveway before getting out. You went for your suitcases, slightly protective over them in such a unfamiliar setting, but Manny was quick to wave you off, getting them out himself. You followed awkwardly behind, unsure of yourself ; wondered if it was too late to turn back now.

"Manny, hey!" Jerry called out, leaving his position on the couch to wrap Manny up in a hug before holding his hand out to you.

"Hey, it's so good to see you." Jerry greeted politely. You have a slight smille, your mother's words lingering in the back of your mind.

"You too."

"I'll go check on your room. D'you want a drink or anything?" He asked to which you shook your head.

"No thank you."

"Alright." He said before heading upstairs, leaving your eyes to scan the house. The place was well painted, a stark contrast to the outside of the house. Lace curtains adorned almost every window, walls covered in random paintings, some hand drawn personally, some purchased from nearby stores. A few coffee mugs lay out, a couple records here and there. It was warm, obviously lived in and taken care of. The wooden floorboards creaked slightly as you slowly moved along, trying to remain inconspicuous and subtle in your curiousness which felt lot like snooping to you. Your fingers reached out to run along the record player held on a tidy shelf, only filled otherwise with a plant and some cds for the car before you heard scrambling paws on wood and, before you could even move, a dog jumping up at you.

Your first instinct was to instantly recoil, retracting your hand back as you stepped back unsteadily. You did not like dogs. Small ones were tolerable at the most, but big ones were crossing the line by a mile, and this was a big dog. In all reality it just wanted to play and was excited by the presence of somebody new, but you couldn't consider that right now.

"Hey, Alice, c'mon, get down." A soft , almost silky smooth voice laughed awkwardly, a voice you were not yet familiar with. The dog - Alice - retreated, allowing you to look up qt the woman who had just entered. Dirty blonde hair, probably considerably long however the proper length went undetermined due to it being tied up in a tight braid. She was a little like an ox ; viisibly muscular, slightly taller by 3 inches , yet her demeanour was anything but. Her hand reached out to yours. You stared at it, unmoving.

"Hey, s' good to see you. I'm Abby." She greeted as warmly as she could. Abby. The girl you were tutoring. Your lack of movement and response caused her to pull her hand back awkwardly.

"Not much of a hand shaker?" She asked, clearly desperate to fill the silence hanging in the air like thick fog, threatening to suffocate the two of you.

"Not really." You lied, knowing full well you could still feel the texture of everyone's hands you had shaken on your skin (yes, everyone was two people). Today seemed to be going your way for a split second as Jerry came in, however all hope was quickly disintegrated.

"So uh, bad news. There's been a leakage in one of the pipes , the one right above your room and I wouldn't wanna make you stay in that." He explains, features and tone nothing but apologetic.

"Oh." You say. If a long journey with an over-emotional mother and heat that had your clothes sticking to you in the mosf uncomfortable ways humanely possible wasn't bad enough, this was the final tipping point.

"We can pay for you to stay at a motel for you for now but-"

"She can stay with me?" Abby interrupts, quick to add onto her words for a reason you can't quite place your finger on.

"Cause, y'know, she's my tutor and all so it's just easier than going back and forth to different houses and I can take the couch." She explains, rambling on and on incessantly, hands moving and curving. It'd be annoying if you weren't so exhausted.

"Okay yeah, if that's okay with you?" Jerry asked you to which you shrugged absentmindedly.

"Sure." You agreed.

If you thought the silence in the house around two other people was bad, you were infinitely wrong. Being sat next to someone you barely know in dead silence, only provided the whirring of the car to fuel your thoughts, was a nightmare. You could briefly notice her opening her mouth every so often , and you assumed that she was going to ask why you were here and for some reason couldn't. Her eyes constantly flicked to you, desperate you would say something first to do you both a favour. You didn't.

"So uh, why'd you-" she began.

"Hey, Abby? I really don't want to be rude but, I'm exhausted." You interrupted, pleading with everything in you that she would take the hint and be quiet, which thankfully, she did. You almost felt bad. Almost.

The rest of the car journey was done in silence, and you didn't even bother looking at her house nor examining the contents of it as though you were doing a quick in-and-out shopping trip, walking in and being lead up to her room , suitcases placed down before she rambled on about something you couldn't even grasp the concept of the second she opened her lips to speak.

"Um, anyways, g'night." She murmured, awkwardly going to leave the room. Watching her walk out of the door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs was enough for you to give in and soothe her nerves slightly with an exaggerated sigh.

"Hey Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

It was the first time you'd seen her smile or look even slightly relaxed all day.

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yournextbimbogf · 3 months

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Miguel O’Hara would definitely be a slow-sex person i mean he likes to savoy every moment of having his body on top of yours, rolling his hips and plunging his cock into you.

“Your perfect amõr.” He groans out. It drives him crazy how your cunt clenches around him and how your breasts jiggle with every bounce.

“Mmm i love you mig” you yelp out. It felt so good to both of you, it wasn’t rough but it was passionate. A couple of moments later of moaning and groaning miguel mumbles. His lips press onto yours as his tongue explores your mouth. It felt like flames are burning inside both of your hearts.

“Fuck princesa i’m gonna cum..yeah you want that?” You nod your head in anticipation as he pounds into you faster. Instantly you feel his cum fill up your cunt. But he does care about you and wants for you to cum also no matter how overstimulated he is. He presses his thick thumb onto your clit nub and caresses.

“Mig..m’ gonna cum..hmph!” You manage to moan out, in an instant your eyes shut and you can feel your orgasm coming.

“cum for me baby, do it for me.” is what you hear from Miguel as you cum.

I know after sex he loves to comfort you and ask if your okay ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა!

“Are you okay? Do you need water? You did so good mi vida”

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thatonedumb-s-u-b · 1 year

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Fuck me softly, tell me everything you love about me and murmur soft praise into my ears while we take our time. Stay still, enjoy the connection while we kiss softly and you’re inside me. I want to hear you coo and calm me down when I start crying from how tender this moment is because I’m not used to it. I’m not used to being coddled, being treated soft and genuine compassion and love and when you start I’m just so overwhelmed and your arms around me are the only things keeping me from completely unraveling. And suddenly I’m not focused on how stressed I was. How tired and worn out I felt earlier. Because you took it all away, and I’m left even more in awe of you.

#nsft sub #male sub #male dom #female dom #nb dom #non-binary dom #genderless dom #soft dom #gentle dom #soft sex

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h0rnymuttposts · 2 months

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#me n who #teasing #free use cnc #cnc k!nk #cnc somno #somno breeding #breeding k1nk #cnc free use #me and who #cnc sub #ftm sub #ftm breeding #soft sex

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idontplaytrack · 26 days

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I Want Coffee

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. fingering, toy use(both receiving), oral, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, light choking(reader receiving)

Based off of a post I saw(ctto)

It was Saturday morning, and last night Janis had already promised you she'd come over today. Seeing her response to your innocent text, you went along with it, quickly feeling the same way she did. Janis simply had that effect on you...that, and you two simply could not keep your hands of each other especially when you two were alone - Janis was big on the PDA as it was, she loved showing you off and making it clear that you belonged to her. Once, a freshman looked at you a second too long and she'd nearly swung on him. Damian was walking together with the two of you when that went down and while you were slightly terrified that she'd get herself in trouble, Damian was savouring every moment of it, seeing the sheer terror in the eyes of that boy.

Pacing the living room impatiently, you tossed your phone aside, right as you heard a string of knocks on your front door. Eagerly swinging the door open, you certainly weren't disappointed by the sight before your eyes. "Hi, pretty girl." Janis had the usual grin on her face as she stepped inside and kissed you, her arms draped around your neck.

"I brought you your favourite..."

"Girl? I know, you're here." You quipped, smiling into the kiss.

"Why, aren't you sweet?" You could barely hear Janis, seeing that you barely gave her the time to speak before connecting your lips with hers again. "You're eager today, huh." She chuckles, breaking away completely to put down the cup of coffee. Well, she first put it down on the dining table then decided that the fridge would be a better option for an iced coffee. She asks you to jump onto her and you did, your legs bracketing her waist as she headed for your bedroom straight away.

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Janis saw the full length mirror by your bed and got an idea. Hurriedly stripping you from your clothes, you seemingly read her mind and did the same to her. "Sit down in front of the mirror." Janis instructed, being close behind you as you sat on the floor.

“I want you…to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror.” Janis says, making herself comfortable behind you as you laid your back against her front. Her hand begins to softly knead your breast as her kisses peppered your jaw and neck- and you watched. You watched her every move on you through the mirror, catching a glimpse of the arousal becoming obvious in between your legs. You squirmed under her ministrations as she attacked all your sensitive spots, marking your soft, bare skin as you fought the constant urge to whimper and moan already. As if on reflex, your hand was making its way to your clit to give it some attention as the ache seemed to be screaming at you to give it some relief.

Janis chuckles, her warm breath fanning against your neck, her eyes flicked to the mirror to watch as you started to touch yourself. A quiet moan escapes your lips.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” She whispers into your ear and you yelped, as a chill ran down your spine. “Look at that pretty pussy of yours…glistening wet, so, so desperate for me…”

You could barely keep your eyes open, until you felt her hand smack your cunt, causing a sharp gasp to exit your mouth. “Look at it.” She demanded, removing your slick-covered hand from it and replacing it with her own. Janis’ index finger traces your clit teasingly as she watches your mouth hanging agape. Flicking the sensitive bundle or nerves, she victoriously elicits a high pitched whine from you.

“That’s so gorgeous, baby.” She continues whispering sweet nothings into your ear, “You’re so hot, and you’re mine.” Your breathing hitches when an ache as good as punches you on the clit, feeling more wetness form in your cunt.

“Isn’t that right…y/n? I’m the only one who gets to fuck that sweet pussy of yours.” She asks, her tone demanding a specific answer from you.

“I’m yours.” You said back. And when you did, Janis dips a finger into your cunt, curling it upwards to hit your g-spot. “Say that again. Say you’re mine.” Each time you said it, she pushes her finger into you, harder and harder, faster and faster.

“Don’t stop.” Janis licks the shell of your ear, her teeth lightly holding your earlobe between them, “I love hearing you moan for me, telling me you belong to me. One more for me, baby?” Her voice was now soft and gentle, the direct opposite of how it sounded in her previous requests.

“I’m yours, I’m yours.” You replied, she added a second finger, sliding it in with no trouble whatsoever. “Fuck.” You groaned, your head tilting back and resting on her shoulder. Your hips bucked upwards against your will and Janis held it back down with her free hand which travels down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I’m yours, Janis.” You repeated, a smile forming on your face. Just what she wanted to see.

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She told you to turn around to face her, and you obliged, her gaze locked in with yours as she kisses you feverishly. “I’m surprised you didn’t feel that on your back, baby…” She smirks, tilting your chin to look down in between her legs. A double ended dildo was inside her, the other end empty, waiting for you.

“You must be so fucked out you couldn’t feel anything else but me, hm?” She cups your cheek, kissing you deeply as you felt your own slick on your jaw where she held your face. Her other hand was using the dildo to tease you, and you moan in anticipation, right into her ear. Her arm moves from your face to wrap around your back as she pushes the tip of the toy into your entrance. You groaned at the new feeling, your hand feeling the need to touch her, “I got you, baby.” She tries to stop you, but you insisted on reciprocating. Which she quickly welcomed.

As she began thrusting into you, your fingers rubbed her clit rhythmically, earning a sweet, sweet moan from her lips. At the same time, the wet squelching noise was like a reward already, making you more needy for stimulation from Janis. She kept going until she knew you were close enough. You sounded different, and smelt different to her. She knew exactly how it was. You saw in your reflection that your eyes had rolled back into your head in pleasure as she continually pounded into you. But it was the intimacy of it all making you the most giddy, tightly gripping onto her back for support, she keeps whispering that she’s got you into your ear.

“Oh my God.” You cried out, “I’m close. I’m so close.”

“I know you are, baby. Be patient, for me, okay?” She coaxed. Next, she pulls out from you fully, much to your dismay. “It’s okay, baby. It’ll just be a second.” Janis promises, knowing the emptiness you must be feeling. She swiftly picks you up off the floor and laid you down on your mattress. “Legs around my neck, y/n.” She ran her fingers on the bottom of your thighs as she raised your legs high enough so that she could have them where she wanted them. Janis shifted herself slightly so that your ankles were rested on her shoulders and her feet were slightly apart on the ground so she could steady herself.

“How can you be so beautiful?” She says to herself while admiring your blissed out face. Once again, you felt the toy make its return as it slides into you easily. You practically screamed, feeling how deeply it reached inside you in this position. And there Janis goes, bucking her hip to fuck you- and herself, again. Her face made you go crazy, and it being so close to your own made your heart feel like it would explode. The constant eye contact made you grow shy, so you were blushing. It made her smile and coo and you, but she started to pick up her pace even more to make you cry out for more. And when you did, she was a moaning mess as well. It spurred her on, and you alike. “Oh, that’s right, baby.” Janis chuckled lowly, “Let me keep hearing you.” Watching her tits move along with her actions was really a treat to your eyes, but it definitely made you whine and moan like a needy little girl underneath her. But of course, Janis was thrilled to hear you need her so badly. To hear you need her to make you come. To let you come.

This position instantly became your new favourite but you still needed more. Looking at your ankles, you closed them together behind her neck to provide yourself with more friction. Janis looked at you, impressed, going faster like she could read your mind and know just what you needed from her. Once she started to do that, it triggers an incessant, extremely high pitched string of moans- both profanities and her name. Even sounds you didn’t know where possible to be made. They all just resounded through the enclosed space on a loop, pulling the two of you closer to the edge than ever. Feeling your own clit throbbing and your walls clenching around the shaft, on top of the deafining sound of your own heart pounding in your ears, you knew your climax was not far. Janis began to seem shaky, so you knew she was about done too. You decidedly bucked your hip upwards, aiding in her climax. She pushes back into harshly to push you over the edge as well, her hand briefly grabbed the front of your neck making you lightheaded for a few seconds. You unraveled right as she did, but she carries on pounding into you, just to hear you moan, and force the tears brimming your eyes to fall. Janis panted as she does so, proudly watching your face. How she made you smile, leaning down to meet your lips, the toy stays stagnant in you for a while as the clenching died down. You whined at the fullness of it, now fully aware of how big it was. Janis raised a brow and slowly moved off you, the dildo exits you simultaneously. You gasped at the emptiness you feel, but you were watching Janis as she removes it from herself and how she was immediately joining you again in bed, wrapping her arms around you with your legs now tangled together.

“You took me so well, my love.” Her embrace around you tightens as your head rested on her chest, “So well.” Janis kisses the crown of your head then stroked your cheek with her thumb, wiping a stray tear away. Strangely, your immediate reaction was to cry but that didn’t freak her out. Even when you actually did end up crying, she just held you in her arms until you stopped. “I didn’t hurt you, right?” She asks, voice laced with concern. “No, I just- I don’t know why I’m doing this.” You assured.

She nodded, rubbing your back, “I love you. So very much.” A smile creeps onto your face as you shifted slightly in order to kiss her in return.

“When do you want that coffee?” She asks cheekily, making you giggle. Janis grins, licking her lips as she peppered your face with soft, loving kisses.

“Maybe later.” Your nose scrunches, “You kinda wore me out there, Jan.”

“Oh, did I?” Janis asks knowingly, her eyebrow raised.

“You know you did.” Snuggling up against her, your eyes fluttered shut and you fell asleep feeling her caress your back along with the sound of her heartbeat.

#auli’i cravalho #lgbtqia #queer #lesbian #wlw #wlw fanfic #smut #mean girls 2024 #janis ‘imi’ike #soft sex

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softly-sinning · 2 months

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i’ve been seeing a lot of rougher sex and kink related things on my dash lately and while i’m all for that and definitely enjoy it, i wanna see tenderness!!! i wanna see vulnerability from both people!! ugh just like when you’re having sex and maybe someone says something funny and you laugh for a second or maybe you just take a little extra time kissing them and holding them close as if they may run or maybe it’s just plain ol regular degular lesbian sex and it’s still so amazing because it’s thoughtful and meaningful and loving. i always like it when my girlfriend takes her time to make love to me, as frustrating as it can be. she is just the sweetest and most wonderful person i’ve ever met and she always takes the time to make sure i’m comfortable and lets me know how attracted she is to me and it’s such a lovely experience. idk just shoutout to soft sex, you have such a special place in my heart <33

#lesbian #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw ns/fw #wlw nsft #soft sex #sapphic love #lesbian ns/fw

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tat3sbbg · 1 year

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mommy can u write a gentle techno smut ¿

i love ur rough ones but a cute praise kink gentle sex one is what im feeling rn :)) ~

Of course :) Sorry I'm so late! This may be short, I'm sorry for being gone so long! I've been having volleyball tournaments and practices lately.

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"Your doing so well darlin', taking me so good." Techno whispered in your ear. He gently rutted into you, holding one of your hands in the process. You moaned softly, the piglin hybrid's ears twitching in response. He whispered soft praises in your ear, as you tangled your fingers in his long, pink hair. As much as Techno loved being rough, he also wanted to make you feel pleasured and loved too. "S' pretty, all mine." He said, kissing your neck. You were so close, wanting to cum so bad. "Can I cum, Tech?" You asked. He smiled down at you. "Of course you can."

#techno smut #technoblade x reader #technoblade #soft sex #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #technoblade x reader smut

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the-black-manor · 10 months

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Imaging lying in bed on a cool, rainy morning. You're in his bed, wrapped up in his arms, with heavy, soft blankets draped over your naked bodies. You're still mostly asleep, but you can feel him peppering kisses along your shoulders and the back of your neck. His cock is pressed firmly against your ass and he shifts his hips occasionally to rut against you. His skin is cold against yours, but the blankets keep you warm. He moves his kisses to the side of your neck, and you can feel the tips of his fangs graze against your flesh. He pulls you impossibly closer and bites down, enough for you to feel it, but not enough to break the skin. He presses a kiss to the bite and then nuzzles into your neck. Your head swims with the scent of him, warm and comforting. You are his precious human and he is your beloved vampire.

#dom/sub #master/pet #terato #monsterfucker #monster kink #vampire kink #soft sex #somno

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elliesslvt · 1 year

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coworkers that fucked | gojo satoru x black reader

ʚĭɞೃ authors note: i have so much fics in my notes, i just have to edit them. i want to be consistent on here! i stormed this up after i read “the love hypothesis”, which is a great book! happy new year btw!

ʚĭɞೃ description/warning: 2.8k words; black fem!reader, pet names (baby,sweetheart), smut with plot, panty sniffing (i can explain), soft gojo, unprotected sex, creampie, finger fucking, dry humping, oral(f! receiving) , profanity, teacher!reader, submissive reader, tall!reader, slight degrading minors are not allowed!

when you moved to tokyo in hopes of a job at a high school as an english teacher, you didn’t think you’d get pulled into a world full of sorcerers who fight curses. none the less, you didn’t think you’d grow close enough to your coworker to end up in his bed.

when you first went onto the school's campus, you had no idea the school was full of sorcerers. all you knew was that the school needed an english teacher, and you were an english teacher. but when you got the job, they went on to explain the origin of the school and what kind of students the school was for; you were at a loss for words. tokyo jujutsu high school gave you glasses so that you’d be able to see curses in case of danger and called it a day. if you weren’t in such need for a job, you would’ve probably declined the offer, but that wasn’t the case.

you were introduced to the staff on your first day, and that’s when you met him. you found it odd that a guy had blindfolds on his eyes indoors but didn’t think anything of it. after that first interaction, you didn’t do much but speak common greetings to each other.

a year after you were hired as a high school teacher, you found yourself entangled with satoru gojo. it was the night of the faculty ball, and you had gotten tipsy. you were dancing to “no scrubs," and you felt hands wrap around your waist from behind. you continued to sway your hips as you sang the lyrics.

as the song ended, you turned around to see who you'd been mindlessly grinding on.

“gojo? you’ve got to be freaking kidding me." in your head, you went through the many ways the head of school would fire you for grinding against one of your coworkers.

he didn’t have his usual blindfold on but he had sunglasses on. his white hair was down, and he wore an all black suit. gojo looked good, and you weren’t afraid to admit it, you might’ve had a work crush on him when you first started working with him. he could have any woman he wanted, and you knew that. women we worked with would shamelessly flirt with him at work, so you could only imagine what it was like outside of work.

you were taken aback when he drew you by your wrist towards the venue's exit. he led you to a private area away from the venue. you could see the night lights through the huge window across from where you two were standing, and you were fighting the urge to take your phone out of your purse and snap a picture.

“can i kiss you y/n?” you were shocked at his question, in your year of working at jujutsu high, gojo paid you no mind unless it dealt with the academics of any of his students, now he was asking you to kiss him. you wondered if the faculty were playing some kind of sick joke on you, but when you looked at gojo he looked serious. the margaritas you drank earlier had you feeling bold, which led you to pull gojo by his suit and press your lips against his.

gojo’s hand found its way to your jaw while the other was wrapped around his waist, pressing your body against his. you bit his bottom lip as a way to ask for a way to his mouth, which he granted. you tasted the fruit punch on gojo’s tongue as his tongue made contact with yours. gojo pulled away from your lips then kissed along your neck which caused the pool of wetness growing in your panties to grow even more. the lip combo you took time to put on at home was probably ruined, but it was worth it. you whimpered when gojo found your spot. you could feel him growing against you because of how close he had you pressed to his body.

gojo pulled away from your neck and admired how the moon reflected on your skin. “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” you shyly look away from him. “my place?” he asked as he used his finger to turn your face towards him. you were so going to regret this, but you were horny.

“yeah.”

as you made your way through the door of gojo’s penthouse, you could tell his salary and yours differed greatly. across from the door you entered, there was a huge glass window that oversaw downtown tokyo. as you took your heels off at the door, you told gojo how beautiful his place was. he responded with a faint agreement, but when you looked towards him, he wasn’t looking at the view but at you.

he kissed you suddenly, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. with your heels, you were 6'2, but without them, you were 5’10. compared to gojo, you weren’t short, but there was a height difference. gojo broke apart from your lips to tell you to jump, and you did. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. he smiled at you and then led you to his bedroom. when he made his way to his room, he softly dropped you on his bed.

“you sure no one will see us through the windows?”

“i’m sure, sweetheart." he replied as he began to take his blazer and collared skirt off. from the bed, gojo looked mesmerizing, hovering over you. you could tell he worked out by how toned his body was. gojo’s v-line was apparent, and you tried your best not to stare. you could see gojo’s length through his pants, and you whimpered at the thought of him inside you.

you hadn’t had a good fuck since your senior year of college, and you felt it was long overdue. gojo took his glasses off, and your brown eyes were met with the bluest eyes you had ever seen. you were captivated by how beautiful they were. as gojo made his way on top of you, you asked, “why do you hide them?” with your hand resting on his cheek. “too powerful.” he whispered.

you connected your lips with gojo and widened your legs so he would feel more comfortable on top of you. gojo peeled the straps of your dress, which caused it to pool around your waist. gojo’s place was cold, so your nipples were hard the moment you stepped foot in his penthouse. “no bra?” he said with a sly smile. he pulled away from your lips to give your breasts some attention. you let out a loud moan when gojo’s mouth made contact with your brown nipples. you hadn’t been touched by another man in so long, and you knew you would be sensitive to his touch. he brought his hand to your other breast to play with your other nipples, which caused you to squirm under him. you could feel yourself dripping onto your panties and you wanted nothing more than for gojo to be fucking you.

“please fuck me." you croaked out. “patience sweetheart.” he loved the way the moonlight made your brown skin glow beneath him.

gojo trailed kisses down your body until he was aligned with your cunt. he pulled your dress completely off of you, leaving you in just your panties. he sniffed you through your panties then began rubbing your clothed clit. you gasped and threw your head back onto gojo’s pillow, which caused his dick to twitch. he loved hearing the different sounds you made when he was touching you. “stop teasing me, gojo”

“i am not." he said in an offended tone.

finally gojo began to pull your panties off. once he got them completely off, he threw them across the room. you were embarrassed about how wet you got when gojo had barely done anything to you. the moonlight caused your wetness to glisten. gojo admired how beautiful your swollen lips looked.

“fuck y/n, you're perfect.” his pointer finger sank into your wetness, which caused you to moan. gojo glided his finger in and out of you, stretching you out each time he sank back in. “i’m gonna’ add another finger sweetheart. is that okay?”

you nodded your head, trying to keep your composure. “i need words, sweetheart.” your heart lurched in your chest at gojo’s words. “y-yes”, you let out weakly. gojo added his finger and sank his middle finger into you, and he felt you tense. you didn’t know if it was because you hadn't done this in a long time or because his fingers were big, but you couldn’t believe you were feeling this way over his fingers. you had no time to process your thoughts because gojo started swirling his thumb on your clit.

“g-gojo too much.”

“shh relax sweetheart”

gojo continued to pump his two fingers inside of you while rubbing your clit. when he curved his fingers to reach that spongy spot, you began seeing stars. you began grinding your lower half on gojo’s fingers to intensify the feeling of him fingerfucking you. “i’m g-gonna cum, i’m gonna c-cum”. gojo felt you contracting against his fingers and took it as a sign to go faster. tears began to fall onto your cheeks ruining your makeup. your moans weren’t audible anymore; you gripped the sheets of gojo’s bed as you felt your orgasm rip through you. gojo pulled his fingers out of you and looked up at you as he licked your juices clean off his fingers. he rose from where he was to wipe your tears from your face. “i’m sorry baby.” you nodded your head weakly to his apology. his hand was holding your face by your jaw then he slipped his thumb into you mouth. gojo’s eyes darkened as he watched you slowly suck on his thumb. “i love how nasty you get for me.” gojo removed his hand from your jaw then lowered himself back to your cunt.

without warning he was sliding his tongue across your entrance. you were still on a high from your first orgasm, and gojo simply didn’t seem to care. "g-gojo, stop; it's too much," you moaned, squirming uncontrollably. gojo brought one of his hands from your thighs to your abdomen to hold you down.

gojo nuzzled his face even deeper into your entrance as he continued to lick at your clit. he brought the other hand that was holding your thigh to your entrance so he could finger you while eating you out. immediately you began pulling on gojo’s soft white hair. the pain of you grabbing onto his hair encouraged him even more to make you cum. you felt his tongue dip into your hole and you screamed.

“fuck, you taste so good,i could do this forever.”

gojo felt your thighs closing in on his head and brought his hand down from your abdomen to widen your thighs.

“stop fucking closing your thighs y/n”

“s-sorry” you whined.

your back arched against gojo’s bed as he continued to go down on you. you felt your juices dripping down your butt and onto gojo’s bed.

“don’t cum until i tell you to”

“t-that’s not fair”

gojo spat at your cunt then continued to lick at your clit. he was making this impossible. you were trying to hold your release so that you wouldn’t disobey his orders. “p-please let me cum”, you whispered. gojo ignored you, and he continued to lick at you. just as you were about to give up, gojo gave your orders to cum and you obliged.

“good girl," he whispered as he tapped your swollen lips with his fingers, causing you to shudder. as you were collecting yourself, gojo slipped his pants off, leaving him only in his boxers. you glanced at his length while hard and wondered how that was going to fit in you. once you regained enough energy, you lifted yourself from gojo’s bed to reach for his cock. he stopped you and grabbed you, so you were sitting on top of him. his cock was brushing against your entrance through his boxers, which made you let out a soft moan. gojo began sloppily kissing you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck so you could feel closer to him. he smelled a hint of shea butter and vanilla on your skin, to which he had grown accustomed over the past year of you working at jujutsu high. as he deepened the kiss, you began to mindlessly grind on him.

“needy slut," he grunted in your ear. you threw your head back at the feeling of him against your clit, but you needed more; you wanted to feel him inside of you. you hopped off of him to pull his boxers off of him. all eight inches of him sprang free, and you drooled at the sight of his pink tip dripping with pre-cum. “i’m on the pill, and if you have any diseases, im suing you for everything you've got.” gojo laughed as he watched you sink slowly onto his cock. you hissed when his tip was inside of you. you inched him into you, bit by bit, and when he was all inside, you sat on him for a moment to get accustomed to his size. gojo threw his head back against his headboard because of how wet and warm you were. he didn’t know if he was going to last with the way your cunt was gripping him.

your breasts were pressed against gojo’s chest as your face was hidden in the crook of his neck. you soon started slowly moving up and down gojo. “f-fuck y/n.” gojo’s hand found its way to your braids as he pulled a few braids back so he could see your face. “you’re so beautiful," he whispered. “h-how many g-girls have you told that to while fucking them?” you questioned breathlessly. he laughed softly and replied. “one.” you stared at him blankly.

gojo grabbed a hold of your hips and began slamming you against him. “i-i can’t take it," you moaned. “yes, you can; you will, sweetheart," he grunted. you leaned into gojo’s chest, then bit onto his shoulder to control your moans. you heard him moaning beneath you , and it was like music to your ears. you loved the fact that you can make him make those kinds of sounds. gojo dropped his hands from your hips so he could rub your clit while you rode him. “g-gojo, baby, i’m gonna’ cum.”

“satoru, it’s satoru”

you were too drunk off his cock to understand that he was trying to get you to say his name, so when you moaned out “gojo” again, he pulled his cock out of you. “what the fuck?" you screamed, staring down at him. “say my name or you’re not cumming tonight, you got that?” he said sternly. you nodded at him as he stuffed himself back into you.

you wrapped your hand around his neck for support while you ferociously rode him. you could hear your wetness every time you slammed back on gojo.

“your pussy was made for my cock, look how well you’re taking me baby.”

gojo could feel your walls tightening around him, meaning you were close and he wasn’t too far behind. “s-satoru, i’m cumming," you said meekly as you felt your juices squirting out of you. “y/n get off, im about to c-cum”, he mewled. you didn’t move an inch as you felt his cock pulsating inside of you. “f-fuck, y/n get o-off.” with your hands wrapped around his neck, and you whispered in his ear, “i want it inside, satoru.” the moment those words escaped your lips, gojo spilled himself into you. you let out a soft whine at the feeling of him filling you up. gojo pulled out of you as you watched him drip out of your cunt. your eyes began to slowly fall from how tired you were.

“hey, you've gotta pee.”

“mmm.”, you said, not moving an inch.

gojo scooped you up into his arms and led you to his bathroom, then sat you on his toilet. “i’ll be back im gonna’ grab you a shirt and some water, sweetheart”

you nodded your head sleepily.

gojo exited the bathroom and left you to your thoughts. once you finished wiping yourself, you sat on the toilet and waited for gojo to carry you back to bed. you felt yourself drifting off to sleep until gojo’s voice woke you up. “hey, hey, no sleeping on the toilet. i brought you a shirt; stand up so i can put it on, baby.”

you stood up and lifted your hands up so he could put his shirt on you. the shirt smelled exactly like him, and it made you smile. when you looked at gojo, he now wore sweats that hung low on his hips. “carry me pretty please?," you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. he laughed at you once again and then carried you back to his bed. he handed you a cold glass of water, which you gulped down quickly. after gojo shut the lights out, you laid down under his covers and snuggled into his body. you already fucked him, so you thought to yourself, what more could cuddling do. as you were drifting off to sleep, you felt gojo’s lips press against your forehead, which caused you to faintly smile.

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