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hesbambi · 1 year
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bubblegum brat.
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❝such a dumb little thing. only thinking with your pussy❞
pairing; yuta x (f) reader
genre/warnings; smut… profanity, sexy business yuta, oral (m) receiving (aka face-fucking), allusions of masochism/sadism, mentions of gum, cum eating, crying from pleasure/frustration, edging (lots of it), reader calls yuta daddy once and yuta loves calling reader a brat (duh)
summary; y/n is bored. why not bother yuta? what y/n didn’t know was that the pink bubblegum she chewed would end up in the trash and her on yuta’s lap. 
word count; 1.8k (a Record…!)
authors note; my first long drabble / one-shot in a while. i promised you all something and i hope this makes up for me not being active as much anymore. forgive me angels. hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!!! 
YUTA HATES BRATS. 
at least that's what he wants to believe. because even as much as he says he does, yuta still keeps up with you.
there's something so arousing about him putting you back in your place that makes you go a little dumb. you'd purposely go into his office while he's working and he'd look so sexy on the phone, manspreading and twirling that pen of his. eyebrows furrowed and his jacket disregarded which only left him in a plain white shirt and slacks. yuta is sexy, and he knew it. what he didn't know was that you had made a plan in that little brain of yours to get his attention. yuta surely wouldn’t call it thinking with your brain but instead thinking with your slutty cunt. and sure, he was busy, but you've been alone for so long, misbehaving was the least of your worries.  
entering his office as quietly as you could, just sitting on his couch and staring. not affected by your starting, yuta offers a pretty smile and goes back on the phone. then you go on to sighing and tapping your feet, which yuta only gives u a look and tells you to quiet down. frustrated, you left the room, making him believe you had walked out of the office for good, leaving him confused until you came back with nothing more than pink bubble gum in your mouth. yuta knew what you were doing the second you stepped into his office again. he debated holding off his call and putting you in your place or giving you the benefit of the doubt. he chose the latter. 
yuta was clearly wrong for doing so since it seemed like your mouth was capable of something else other than talking back and sucking his cock. you start blowing bubbles, and seeing yuta stare at you with such intense irritation, gave you the chills as heat pooled where you needed him most. since he was still on the phone, he managed to call you over with just two of his fingers. 
although excited and shameless at first, you started to feel a sense of regret, knowing how harsh yuta can truly get when you don't abide by his rules. he points for you to kneel in front of him as you reach his desk. you follow mindlessly, finding nothing more than satisfaction in seeing him pay attention to you, even if he was angry. yuta still converses with whoever was on the other line. he extends his hands, creating a cupping motion under your chin, expecting you to drop the gum from your mouth onto the palm of his hand. when he doesn't feel any movement, yuta looks back down, rage glosses his eyes, and disbelief at your unrelenting brattiness. 
"i'll call you back," yuta exclaims shortly with a huff to the other line. you don't hear him utter another word, not to you or whoever he was calling. yuta only squishes your cheeks together, creating a pout on your face and mouth slightly widened. even if he doesn't say it, you know what he’s waiting for, the pink gum to drop out. but instead of submitting and spitting it out, you close your eyes and whine, trying to make him let go of your cheeks. 
“spit it out, you fucking brat.” yuta doesn’t let his hands leave your face. the grip becoming rougher and making your mouth widen. the tighter his grip got and the angrier his features his face started to form, and your heat trembled in want, making you rub your thighs together. 
you know you’re pushing him and stretching his limits, it's what you want. you want him to put you in your place, for him to mark you up and make you feel good in places yuta only gets to feel and touch. yuta couldn’t find you any dumber. although he was amused that you let the act go for so long, he’s surprised you think he’ll give in so quickly. he knew you were acting like a brat just to get his attention and make him see red. 
he doesn’t give up. instead of smushing your cheeks together, he lets them go and pinches your nose with his thumb and forefinger. shocked, you stare at him, seeing a smirk on his face. yuta knew you weren’t expecting him to get the upper hand. due to the lack of oxygen, you opened your mouth slightly. but even with the smallest movement, yuta takes the chance to bring his other hand in your mouth and take the gum out. 
“you’re not so smart, are you baby? such a dumb little thing, only thinking with your pussy, hm?” yuta sneers, bending down to your face, getting at your level. you don’t even see him throw away the pink gum, instead focusing on the heat settling on your lower abdomen, your body perking in excitement from his rough hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling your hair. tilting your head back, your eyes find themselves at the back of your head. 
the slightest touch from his hands could make you shiver in need and yearn for him more deeply than before. yuta knows. a man with power in his hands to destroy you, he would know, he has to. yuta doesn’t even need to say it, unzipping his trousers with the hand that is not gripping your hair. your mouth salivates with the idea of having him in your mouth. your senses becoming aware of what's to come as yuta shimmies down his undergarments just briefly to pull out his cock. 
yuta is known not to show much emotion even if he was in the most stressful situations. which is why you shouldn’t be so shocked to see him be as turned on as you are. his cock in your line of vision, almost erect with his arousal tempting to drip down his shaft. unconsciously, a whine releases from your throat notifying the man sitting in front of you how desperate you were for him.  
“i know baby, i know. you want me to use that pretty mouth of yours, right?” yuta mocks you. although your knees started to hurt and your neck hurt at the angle he has you, you nod. you want to be his pretty whore. “please daddy, jus’ want your cock please,” you whine out, already widening your mouth to be filled up by him. yuta is nothing short of pleased. he doesn’t take much time debating if you deserve it, he knows he’ll punish you sooner than later. 
he takes no time filling up your mouth. although you’ve taken him a number of times, his girth and size always seem to amaze you. his tip finds its way through your mouth, suffocating you in the best way possible. eyes tearing up at your gagging and the lack of oxygen. albeit painful, there’s a pleasure to see yuta throw his head back, groan at the way your tongue touched him in the right places, and see him lose control, lifting his hips up into your mouth while gripping your head. he loved face-fucking you, and you couldn’t complain. 
his hips seemed to fasten up their pace, groans becoming more recurring as the grip on your hair tightens. usually, yuta was a man of extending pleasure and making you cum first. it shouldn’t have surprised you when he released in your mouth with a long and extended groan of your name. waves of heat and pleasure simmer into your pussy at the sight. you needed him, and you needed him now. 
with a sigh, yuta moves your mouth off his cock and demands you to “swallow it all.” unable to fight back against his demand, you do as he said, even showing off your cum-free mouth to show him how good you are. you seem to think he forgot the stunt you pulled a few moments ago, rejoicing at the fact that he starts manhandling you up onto his lap and your upper half on his desk. lifting up the skirt you had on, finding you panty-less and dripping. yuta growls at the sight of your pussy that yearns for his touch. you moan at his subtle touches, whining when you understand he’s purposefully not touching your clit. instead, he delicately goes around your mound, spreading the wetness. you couldn’t take it anymore, surprising yuta with your quick ability to lean forward, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him.
he would have never admitted it to your face, but he loved the way your mouth tastes like the pink bubblegum he forcefully took out of your mouth. but he couldn’t let this brat act of yours go for any longer. his pointer and middle finger found their way onto your clit, purposefully circling the nerve harshly making you detach from his mouth to emit whines. he kept going until your legs started shaking, your back arching, and your moans started getting louder and higher-pitched. 
your mind started getting fuzzy, body preparing to cum at any moment. until it didn’t. at the sudden stop, you open your eyes to see yuta staring intensely at you with anger, amusement, and lust brimming his eyes. without muttering a word, he starts up again, even thrusting his fingers in your weeping hole just slightly enough to feel something but not get off on. this time, instead of stopping his movements, you feel a harsh slap on your pussy. yuta finds it amusing at the way you let out a gasp of shock, pain, and pleasure. it ruins your orgasm but it feels too good to tell yuta to stop. 
and it goes on just like this. yuta teetering the line between bringing you pleasure and diminishing the pleasure with pain. you can’t count the number of times yuta does it, all you can do is whine, scream, and become wetter at the releases you almost have. “please,” you whisper, eyes watering at the pleasure you're gaining from the pain. you don’t have to say another word because yuta understands you, he understands you too well. “no.” he finalizes, shaking his head in amusement as tears bring your eyes at the lack of release on your part. 
yuta is the only man who has brought you this much pleasure without cumming. the only person who can destroy you with just his fingers and words, with his stare that makes you weak in the knees. who makes you pliant and yearn for his touch in a second. yuta can break you into pieces and kiss you right after to fix you. a lover who always teetered on pain and pleasure. 
his fingers started back up again, plunging into your hole. you shake your head and gargle a whine out of your throat at the fact that you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t done with your punishment. yuta smiles at your state. bringing his mouth closer to yours, a few centimeters away from kissing you, he whispers.
“that’s what you get for being a brat.”
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hesbambi · 9 months
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attention.
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❝ beg for it. ❞
pairing; mark lee x (f) reader
genre/warnings; pure filthy smut, profanity, daddy mark,mark teasing you, you being desperate (the usual), finger sucking, thigh riding, making out, hints of sadism (?), dry humping, mark calling you good girl
summary; mark is not the saint everyone paints him out to be. you’re surprised at his reaction to your need of his affection. 
word count; 980
authors note; i know i said i wouldn’t be writing… i didn’t! this is something i’ve had for a while that just needed some freshening up! hope you all enjoy ;) if i have any misspellings it's bc im editing this at 3 am....
YOU LOVED ATTENTION.
it was a natural thing for you to yearn for. what you didn’t really expect was for you to beg for it. while meeting mark, you underestimated the power he has over you. unintentionally, his charm and charisma lured you in unexpectedly.
mark is sweet, kind, and well-rounded. never would you have assumed that “tease” would be a word to describe him.
you sat on his lap, arms around his neck and teasingly biting his lips. ceasing your makeout session at random times to tease him even further. your knees squeeze closer around his waist while his hand's sliver down from your hips to your thighs. he grunts every time you scoot closer to his crotch, his visible hard-on pressing against your clothed core.
breaking your lips apart from his, you rest your hands on his knees, leaning back to catch air while closing your eyes. slightly panting at the intensity of the contact of lips. mark opens his legs wider, hands back on your waist. squeezing your hips with the desperation to be in you, he sits back more comfortably while he rests back against the couch.
his hand slivers up to your throat, bringing you face to face with him. the last thing you hear is a gravelly “god fucking damn,” before your body buzzes again. mark brings your lips against him, smothering you in his taste. closing your eyes you feel nothing but a dopamine rush throughout your veins and your pussy pulsing to have mark on you. your body seems to be burning every second mark touches you. his hand lays against the back of your neck, somehow pushing your lips even further into his. teeth clash into one another but neither of you pays no mind.
you don’t notice the whimpering noises in your throat– not so subtly made– or your core trying to push against mark’s jean-clad cock. you do though– notice mark's tilting smirk that edges you on further to let him roll his tongue into you. a guttural groan breaks the thin air. “fuck baby,” mark breaks away after noticing the way your hips try to push against his cock even more, almost like you were instinctively searching for him.
“more mark p-please more,” you exclaim while gripping his static hands on your hips. you needed him, and badly, desperately, like your brain or body is unable to function without his dick in you. heat rising from your tummy while waiting for mark to take you to his room.
“beg for it.”
startled at the way he sounded, demanding and absorbed in his own arousal. he doesn’t wait for your response, only moving you onto one of his thighs.
“know how much you like attention baby, better give me a good show.”
you say nothing other than whimper at his command, too desperate to at least feel something, even if it were his thigh. your underwear is nothing but a shield against his rough jeans. huffing at the difficulty to get off– even if you were still being stimulated– it wasn't enough. you needed mark. “please please mark,” you beg, hand scratching against his abs while the other tries to touch his hand.
“you better get off my thigh or you’re not getting anything at all,” mark swats your hands away and settles his hands on your hips once again. tears form from the frustration. mark knew, no matter what you tried to do, you can’t get off without him. he says nothing after, only leaning back and observing you in amusement and need. wetness seeps through your panties and onto his thigh, making the air thicker between you two as you both glance and acknowledge your wetness.
mark was on edge. he loved seeing you this way– desperate, trying to get off with no avail. he was edging himself along with you, palming his achy and leaking cock. groaning, he couldn’t wrap his head at how beautiful you looked. tears dampening your eyelashes, cheeks heated up and legs tense from the frustration.
he says nothing as he tenses up his thigh, enjoying the way you throw your head back in relief he's giving you something. you rock your pussy against him faster, almost bouncing on him, gripping his shoulders as mark traces your lips. spending a few seconds circling, entering his pointer and middle finger into your mouth to make you gag.
becoming breathless from not only the intrusion but the euphoria you feel head to toe. fastening your actions, bubbling in the excitement that you finally get to come. at least, that's what you think until you hear mark utter, “don’t come yet.”
you’d be embarrassed to see yourself in your haze of arousal, begging more than you would ever admit. sucking on mark’s fingers like it was the actual object you longed for, letting him gag you with his fingers and spanking you heavy-handedly.
“say thank you,” mark states, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. his fingers still in your mouth, you moan at the heat rampaging throughout your body, tingling all the right nerves for release. impatiently, he lets go of your chin and slaps your behind again, urging you to say the words. you don’t waste any more time, knowing his command is all you need to let go.
“thank you, daddy, th-”
“good girl. let go for me baby,” mark utters breathily, teeth clenching while watching you shake on his lap. moans spilling out, increasing in pitch as you cum. laying flat against his chest, catching your breath, and wiping away the tears from your eyes. mark kisses you on your forehead, resting against you.
“did so well baby, feelin’ okay?” he asks. nodding your head, you slither your hand against his bulge. mark groans out in surprise, giving you a questioning look.
“thought i’m supposed to give you a show, daddy?”
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hesbambi · 1 year
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haechan holding ur head with his two hands in your hair while gagging you with his cock. he knows ur enjoying yourself, even with tears running down your eyes. a mixture of your spit and his arousal dribbling out the corners of your mouth every time he thrusts in. haechan knows he should probably stop and ask how you're doing but he can't, stuck on the feeling of how good your mouth feels and the way you're complying and trusting him enough to let him fuck your mouth. :D
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hesbambi · 2 years
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all i can think ab is jeno going blank and crazy while fucking you. the room would be misty from the sweat, all you can hear is jeno panting and almost growling sounds out his chest while he's on top of you. you dont even know how many times he's made you cum, unable to think or even formulate a thought besides jeno. jeno is no different, he want to fuck you dumb, if thats even possible with your tear stained cheeks and mouth already open and panting. jeno would be so close to your own body, a hand under your neck and the other on the arch of your back. pistoling into you, your hips already sore. he'd lean down into your neck, marking you and praising you for being his "good girl" who takes everything he gives.
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hesbambi · 2 years
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mumbling incoherent words, you wake up, feeling soft pressure on your thighs. 
“johnny…?” you murmur, sleep still found in your voice, eyes searching for the figure that’s supposed to be next to you. instead, you find johnny peppering soft, delicate kisses up your thighs. 
“god baby, can never get enough of you,” he says, grabbing a hold of your thighs, “think about you even in my sleep.” 
unable to even process a response back, johnny licks a stripe against your underwear. you do nothing but whine, unable to resist him even if you're too tired to even move up to look at him. johnny keeps licking and soon enough sets aside your panties wet with your slick and his saliva. 
“fuck pretty girl, you’re dripping,” he says, prodding his tongue against your clenching hole. whining, you nod your head, “all for you daddy, all for you.”
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hesbambi · 1 year
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johnny, the big scary boss who's lowkey in shady work and deals, wears nice suits, and has everyone who works for him scared but attracted to him. is actually a sweetheart who wears cardigans and glasses at home with you…. still fucks you like the Big Boss he is. you'd go crazy for him in his slacks, undershirt, and glasses while he does "work" (tbh can't blame you.) he'd let you wear his work clothes around the house and make you wear his name around your neck in the prettiest necklace. johnny would also wear your initial on one of his rings and have it with him everywhere. (when you wear the necklace as he fucks you, he'd definitely cum harder.) you'd beg him not to take off his rings just for him to spank you with his ring twisted around so your initial would be imprinted onto your ass.
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hesbambi · 1 year
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firm believer haechan is into the collar thing,,, like he'd initially buy u the cutest chokers or even some necklaces that he would tug on, especially when he's ramming into you from the back, unable to return back from the clouds of euphoria he's feeling, how snug you feel around him. smacking your ass or handling your neck wouldnt be enough, gripping the pretty necklace or chokers haechans bought for you. pulling you up till ur skin on skin, head thrown back from how good he's fucking ur cunt. you wouldn't even care if it hurt a little, it made you feel nice and floaty, teetering you closer to the edge. haechan would eventually propose the idea and you'd be intrigued to try it out. you'd love the way he's able to pull u faster and how snug it feels when keeps his hand on it.. also this is giving me haechan wearing necklaces or a Cross necklace and u pulling him in for a kiss or something.... argghgg
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hesbambi · 2 years
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sucking mark off while he's in his sweats and glasses on, stubble on his face and him just petting ur hair, telling you to "slow down" if he hears you gagging and seeing tears brink ur eyes with his gruff and deep voice yeah
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hesbambi · 1 year
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high jaehyun listening to brent faiyaz would end me actually,,, rubbing ur thigh while he has the joint in his other hand. you two passing it back and forth except ur a lightweight compared to jaehyun so u just end up staring at him and caressing the hand on ur thigh thats inching closer and closer to ur soaked underwear ;D
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hesbambi · 2 years
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haechan just can't stop himself. he loves the way you look so pliant and ready to jump him any second, with his command. on your knees, just like he ordered you to be on. hyuck stayed standing, erection bulging out of his underwear, ready to glide into your mouth. you became inpatient, sliding your hands up his tan thighs and teasing his cock over his underwear. hyuck hisses at the sudden touch, gripping your hands into his. "i didn't give you permission to touch, brat." you whine his words send shocks through your body. nodding your head in compliance, "m'sorry daddy." haechan hums at your response, gliding his hands down his toned stomach into his underwear, gripping the object you desired the most right now. he smirks, making eye contact with you as he pulls his confinements down, cocky in how your mouth automatically widens and how you can't stop whining. hyuck grips the back of ur head, bringing it closer to his cock, keeping his glistening tip at your begging lips. "i know baby, i know how much of a dumb bunny you are for my cock, aren't you?" and you don't deny it, in fact, you nod at his question, not even second questioning his words. your panties become wetter and your hair gets pulled back after haechan slapped his cock right across your cheek. "daddy asked a question, use your words."
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hesbambi · 2 years
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smthing ab hyuck during aftercare >>>, it was probably a rough night, he tied you up or just ended up being more degrading than usual (not that you complained) coming undone faster than usual when regarding you as "his dumb little cockwhore." but after said and done, you're at the brink of falling asleep, still covered in (his) cum and sweat. you barely notice when hyuck leaves and brings out baby wipes to clean you up. eyes fighting to stay open from exhaustion, suddenly you feel a touch on your cheek. hyuck finished cleaning you up, hand resting heavily on your cheek, caressing your cheekbone and wiping away the tears you shed. "you did such a good job baby" he whispers to you. hyuck leans down further, smushing his cheek onto yours, wrapping himself over you in his naked glory (gasp),, you fall asleep while hyuck pets your hair, kissing your body softly while whispering praises. "my girl did so good, didn't you baby?"
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hesbambi · 2 years
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yuta loves having you whine and undeniably sob for him to touch you. he'd have you restricted, the ropes have your hands tied together, unable to touch yourself or him. yuta would get off on your helplessness, but most of all on how he could make you turn into his little slut within a few moments. yuta would know you were being a brat just for attention, but even now, squirming and whining on the bed for his very own, he didn't give in. he'll have you sit on your knees and watch him. watch him take off his shirt, skim his hand over his abs and tease you even more by not letting you taste him. yuta would have you watch, watch him get off and tease his deep red almost purple tip smothered in his arousal. you'd sob and cry, subconsciously moving your hips just to get even a smidge of pleasure. but yuta wouldn't let you, instead he'll give into your request of tasting him, but not indulging you that it also came with his hands holding your head, hips pistoling into your mouth and face covered in him.
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hesbambi · 2 years
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been thinking bout how jaemin gets himself off
anon i am so sorry but i needed to let this soak in my brain
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my mind went straight to cam boy jaemin who loves teasing his viewers. he'd set his camera right above his bellybutton, only able to see his abs and upper body. jaem wouldn't talk right away, instead he'd just let them whine and beg for him to do something. "i'm so horny pls do something," he reads a comment aloud.
amused, jaemin would slip his hand in his own underwear, not letting the viewers see what his hand is wrapping around. groaning and grunting, he'd find it pleasurable seeing the comments go crazy, whining and begging to show them how he's touching himself.
he was known for teasing the viewers any way he could. loving the way they beg but also loving how good it feels to prolong his release. jaem would give in, slightly lowering the camera and moving it backwards, his whole body except his face showing.
jaemin would let out an amused scoff when he reads the comments. all wanting him to cum with him, so he waits. lets his hand slow down, focusing on his shaft rather than his sensitive head. he was close, he knew, his body knew and everyone watching knew.
jaem would start feeling himself, skimming his hands on his abdomen, pointer finger outlining his abs. tip deep red, throbbing and leaking pre-cum, ready to release. announcements of tips kept popping up and so did comments, begging him to touch himself and make himself cum.
minutes would pass by until he was satisfied with his teasing. connecting his hand to his dick, he wouldn't stop. "you don't get to come yet," hand vigorously moving, his arousal is enough to make squelching sounds in the quiet room along with jaemins' grunts and moans. legs spreading wider, hand moving faster and moans filling the room.
even though the viewers could cum anytime they wanted to, he knew they wouldn't, not unless he gives permission. his release spurts out onto his thighs and on the floor. not quite over his orgasm, jaemin pants as he brings the camera closer to his dick. he smirks. "i don't think you've been good enough to cum."
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hesbambi · 2 years
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here with the mark thoughts you requested!!!!
giving him the best birthday head of his life!! sucking his cock all sloppy with spit dripping everywhere, sliding your tongue over every inch of the sensitive skin on his dick. he would let out whines and long breathy swears. mark is so the type to say shit like “fuuuck” or “shit baby, just like that” with his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your head up and down. he would let out such a big load of cum in your mouth.. and he wouldn’t be able to resist getting hard again after watching you swallow every drop. but!! you’re not done yet. you keep sucking him after he’s cum, watching how his toes curl and his thighs lift up from the touch from how sensitive he is <3
yeah okay YEAH OKAY YEAHH YEH OKAYYYYY i love u for this
especially after watching his live, w his deep voice and being so endearing i would 100% go down on him like im being DEPENDED ON!
i can't get out of my head mark w his glasses and imagining him getting the best birthday head. taking off his glasses just to push your head down even more because he just feels too good. gripping some of your hair and throwing his head back. groaning at the sight of you trying so hard to get him all in your mouth, addicted to the taste of him and the sight of him enjoying himself. mark would try, key word try to be gentle but says fuck it and bucks into your mouth, making you gag. fucking your mouth at his own pace letting out a groan, "jusssttt like that baby, so good." unable to keep your spit in your mouth, finding itself dripping down his balls and down your own chin. letting him face fuck your mouth till he comes, especially at the sight of your getting teary eyed. watching you swallow every last drop of him, even showing him your tongue after. mark would start whimpering and grunting again when you attach your mouth onto his tip and start all over again. <3
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hesbambi · 2 years
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need taeyong to tie me up in pink or a cutesy colored rope. but he’d tie you up so you wouldn’t be able to see him because you've been bad. he’d love watching you cry out for him, hips pushing back trying to find his cock, desperately needing to be filled. you want it to go your way but he can’t let you. he needs you to understand you’ve been bad and a brat. and loves telling you, “i hate seeing you cry, but you need to learn baby, you won’t have your way.” but you know he loves it when you cry out for his cock and his cock only. 
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hesbambi · 1 year
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theres something Slutty in me ab dilf johnny not knowing how to work some of the new tech stuff and y/n teaching him and sending him memes and him not knowing what the fuck they mean but gives her an A for effort and cuteness!!!!! or dilf johnny having to call her in to fix something on his phone or computer and kissing her after shes done as a reward for her hard work, and the Work would just be closing his tabs or turing the computer off and back on :)))))
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