grotesquel0vers

[grotesquel0vers]

guys, I want to fuck my dirty laundry. it's me

wanting to fuck ur dirty laundry is wild

[grotesquel0vers]

wanting to fuck ur dirty laundry is wild

[grotesquel0vers]

alt acc means i’m unstoppable, time to yap >:)

[grotesquel0vers]

so beautifully written, thank you chef for letting us in the kitchen for this one. pulling my hair out and moaning into the pillow 2nite 🙂‍↕️🧏🏻‍♀️

♡ DATE EVERYTHING! — DIRK ♡

18+ — f!reader, masturbation, pillow humping, porn, fingering

your phone screen shines brightly amid the inky darkness of your bedroom, and you almost have half a mind to feel somewhat self-conscious about what you're doing—considering you're a little too aware of how much company you actually have in your house.

the key word being almost.

but right now, you can't bring yourself to care about what your captive audience of household objects might think about you firing up some porn on your phone with a big, plush pillow tucked between your thighs.

not when you've been feeling so pent up these past few days, you can hardly think straight.

whatever, it's not like you haven't been giving them free shows for years, apparently.

you sigh, pressing play on the video.

it starts off promising enough—it's a shot of a man from mid-chest down, sitting amongst a pile of blankets, jeans unzipped, hand palming his half-hard shaft.

he moans softly, quietly, and you reach out to increase the volume as your stomach flutters at his raspy tone.

then he reaches off-camera and procures a silky, black pair of panties. his dick visibly hardens, and he groans as he teases the tip of it with the material. you bite your bottom lip as you slowly rock your hips against the pillow between your legs.

now fully erect, the man's shaft is long and curved, requiring a decent stroke from dexterous-looking fingers that have your mouth watering the more you stare at them. precum leaks from his flushed tip.

it's a pretty cock.

one that you think you'd like to suck.

a whimper escapes your throat as you grind down against the pillow, the corner pressing just right into your swollen clit, and pleasure vibrates up your spine.

the man groans again, gravel-rough, and fuck—you think you could get off to the sound of his voice alone.

you tug your underwear up a little higher over your hips, tightening the pressure against your slick folds, sticky arousal soaking into the fabric.

and then he wraps the panties around his cock, fucking into the fabric, and you inhale sharply at the sight, at the way his hips stutter on the impact.

(like he's not just doing this for show. like he's getting off on this just as much as you are.)

you imagine the feeling of him rubbing his cock against your panties, dragging his shaft up and down your clothed slit until you're a gushing, sloppy mess. until he can't help but pull them aside and plunge inside of you—

he lets out a punched out, needy moan that has you humping your pillow so desperately, your entire bed frame creaks in protest as you tightly grip your sheets and keen.

and then he grabs another pair of panties suddenly, ones that are far less sexy looking. they're white with little daisies printed all over them, and they actually look like the pair you lost in the laundry bas—

the man accidentally hits the camera with his foot, just enough to show his face.

dirk deveraux drags a hand through his tousled, black hair before he throws his head back and gasps as he wraps your underwear around his leaking, throbbing cock.

and for whatever reason, the thought of dirk jerking off with your dirty underwear bypasses any and all mortifying confusion at this situation as you start moaning his name while you rub your pussy up and down on your pillow with frantic need.

"god, this is hot."

you'd probably be a little more startled by the very present sound of dirk's voice if you weren't a drooling, cock drunk mess at this point.

but as it were, you carry on, and this time, when you gasp his name, it's directed right to the man now kneeling beside you on your mattress.

"dirk, please."

dirk chuckles, voice low and syrupy, and your empty hole flutters around nothing as you continue thrusting.

in the video, dirk's pumping his cock so hard, the video footage becomes shaky.

dirk's breath is warm against the shell of your ear as he leans in, and you can feel his body heat folding over your own. "i like using the ones you leave all sticky and wet for me, you know."

you can feel him tug your panties aside, just enough to slide a finger into your tight, dripping hole. your cunt spasms in pleasure, and you buck backward into his touch, trembling and begging. dirk's quick to slide another finger in, like he knows how badly you need to be filled, and you choke out a sob.

with one hand grasping your hip, he guides you back into humping your pillow while he finger fucks you, and the dual sensation has you seeing stars, lips perpetually parted as you pant and whine and shake.

on your phone screen, the dirk in the video lets out a groan that boils over your insides like a flash flood, and pleasure floods your body from head to toe in a slick, gushing downpour as you watch his thick, hot, sticky load of cum shoot right through your panties and leak all over his fist.

dirk kisses the curve of your jaw as he fingers you through your own orgasm, his soft hair tickling your cheek as you leave a soaked mess all over his fingers, your panties, and the pillow.

the video ends, and your phone falls flat onto the mattress, enveloping the room in darkness.

a thick curtain exhaustion settles over you suddenly as you collapse against your sheets in a pliant heap, and the last thing you hear before falling asleep is dirk's warm, raspy tone murmuring, "same time tomorrow night?"

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still true, still real. still waiting for the fics to pour in with perv! boyf panty sniffer dirk d. dirty dirk

okay but dirk, perv panty sniffer agenda when #calebification 🙂‍↕️

Thank you for blessing my inbox with this thought, my god- this is beautiful. Dirk and Caleb can both sniff my panties any day.

[grotesquel0vers]

i need a big boy 𖤐 [p.sh]

you've heard the stories and you know what happens to bunnies that enter the woods at night. really, it’s your fault. you knew this would happen. it’s like you wanted this… no? oh, but didn’t you?

☆ pairing → wolf!sunghoon x afab bunny!reader

☆ word count → 3.9k

☆ tags → oneshot, wolf!sunghoon x bunny!reader, little red riding hood inspired, petnames (bun, bunny, u get it), reader is a little dumb

☆ smut tags → pwp, noncon/dubcon, p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, some blood, blood kink, virginity kink, breeding kink, mentions of womb/cervix/cherry-popping, knotting, saliva/drool, squirting, biting/claiming, mentions of death, this is just a tiny bit nasty :3

☆ warnings → pls heed the tags! noncon/dubcon claiming :3 lapslock + not proofread i’m sleep deprived and Crazy rn.

☆ a/n → wrote this trying to get out of my writer’s block </3 pls enjoy my belligerent 1am insanity

minors dni. dark content ahead.

♪ all the girls are needing, i need a big boy give me a big boy, i need a big boy

“h-hello? is anyone there?”

your voice is soft and shaky. your soft, plush white ears stand tall as they flick, listening for something—anything. your tail is stiff in fear and you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you don’t know how you got here; the middle of the dark, dangerous woods that are in no way a place for something like you, at least not this late at night. you’ve never ventured this far at night, you know better—you know that it isn’t safe for bunnies like you.

you’ve heard the stories of what happens to bunnies like you when they get caught. you’ve seen the bodies brought back to your village—bloodied, mangled, dead and used. every corpse that was brought back reeked of… of wolves.

you were just supposed to be on your way to your grandma’s house. every month, on the same day, your grandma calls you to her house for a visit. usually you make the journey with your mother, but your mother is terribly sick with a cold and told you it was okay for you to venture alone.

“you’ll be okay, sunshine. whatever you do, stay on the trail. do not leave the path. if it starts getting dark, come back.” your mom’s voice was sweet and caring as she packed you a basket with treats for you and your grandma to share.

your mother trusted you enough with this, and you didn’t want to let her down. you missed your grandma terribly and wanted nothing more than to make it to her house safely.

but—there’s always a but.

you’re lost.

somehow you managed to stray from the trail. something distracted you, but in your fear you can’t even seem to recall what it was. one second you were walking the trail like a good daughter, and the next the sun was gone and so was the path.

you tried to find your way back, but it only caused you to be more confused and lost. it was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the full moon. you were whimpering in fear. the full moon only means one thing: wolves.

somewhere along your search back to the trail, you heard something. there was a snap! then it was quiet, too quiet. the silence is eerie, uncomfortable. you feel like you’re being watched… like something is there with you, watching you, waiting for you.

you let out another sound of distress, your ears flicking anxiously. you freeze when you hear the sound again, closer this time. you don’t move—you can’t. you’re frozen in place, just like a helpless prey.

“hello? is anyone there?” your voice shakes. you’re trembling, your fingers gripping the basket so tight that the wood starts to splinter. “hello?”

then, you hear a chuckle. the sound is low, deep, and it echoes and resonates deep within you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk.” the voice is getting closer. “poor little bunny, are you lost?”

your eyes widen like saucers when the owner of the voice shows itself. a wolf. you’re frozen in fear still, not knowing whether to run and hide or to freeze and accept your fate.

“w-wolf!” you stutter, your voice not able to reach a complete scream. you can’t scream, you can’t run. it’s too late.

“pretty bunny, are you lost?” the wolf repeats himself. “i can show you the way. i don’t bite.”

the wolf emphasizes the word with a big grin, the moonlight glints and his canines radiate.

“oh, what sharp teeth you have,” you whimper. “you’re not going to eat me?”

“no, bunny,” the wolf still has that wolfish grin on hus face. “i would never eat a bunny. i’m a nice wolf, you can trust me…”

“_____,” against your better judgement, you tell the wolf your name. “will you really show me the way?”

“yes, bunny,” the wolf nods, taking a few steps closer. his eyes rake up and down your trembling body, and his gaze stops at the very end of your cloak. “my name is sunghoon, bun.”

“s-sunghoon?”

the wolf, sunghoon, nods. “sounds so pretty comin’ from your mouth, bun. what are you doing out here all alone? it isn’t safe for an innocent bunny like you. you’d be eaten alive by some real bad wolves by now if i hadn’t found you.”

your cheeks heat, and your gaze drops to the floor. your ears droop at the shame of being lost. “i’m just trying to make it to my grandma’s house, mr. wolf. she lives near the middle of the forest, by the big lake.”

“ah, does she now?” sunghoon licks his lips. “i know exactly where that is. you’re lucky you ran into me tonight, bun. i can show you the way.”

“really?” you perk up, meeting his eyes again. he’s closer now, so close that if you reached your arm out you would be able to touch him. he smells… oddly okay, not like how the other bunnies at your village describe wolves to smell like. he smells of grass and flowers and oak, not like the blood of bunnies. “please, please, please!”

sunghoon chuckles, his gaze dark as he looks down at you. the height difference is jarring, he’s over a head taller than you, and from up close you can see that he’s big.

he’s way bigger than you, his arms are so big that the plain t-shirt he’s wearing looks small, way too small for his body. he has prominent veins along his forearms and hands that pop out and twitch with his every movement, and his chest is so extremely large that it looks as if he has ginormous pecs. his shoulders are so broad, and you think that sunghoon is probably very strong.

“of course, bunny. you just have to follow me. i know a shortcut to the lake. it’s very close, just up ahead. maybe another half mile.” sunghoon reaches his hand out, offering it to you. “come, bun. let me take you.”

you’re trusting—too trusting for your own good—as you take his hand, letting him enclose his large palm over your small hand.

sunghoon leads you deeper into the woods, and you follow him blindly. you can’t wait to be at your grandma’s house, and you trust that sunghoon will lead you there in no time.

it’s odd, though. you haven’t seen or heard a single animal or creature near you in minutes.

“you’re very pretty, bunny. your cloak seems so soft and warm.” sunghoon’s voice breaks the silence. “i wonder, what are you wearing underneath it?”

“thank you. my grandma gifted me this cloak,” you say, softly. “i’m wearing a dress my grandma also handmade for me.”

“mmm,” sunghoon hums. “you smell very good, bun. like chocolate and vanilla. i wonder how you taste, too.”

you shiver. “what?”

“nothing, bun. we’re almost there.”

you start to tremble again, but then you smell the water, and you know the lake is near. your parents always told you to not trust wolves, that wolves will only tear you apart and lick your bones clean one by one, but this wolf—sunghoon, has been trustworthy. he didn’t eat you.

the lake comes into view moments later, the water practically sparkles underneath the moonlight.

you gasp. “sunghoon! you really brought me here! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“i told you, bunny,” sunghoon grins. “your grandma’s house should be near. are you staying overnight?”

“no, i’m supposed to return home tonight, my parents will be worried sick if i don’t…”

“then i shall wait for you, bun. i will accompany you on your way back home to make sure you make it safe and sound.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “you would do that?”

“of course. i have to make sure you don’t get eaten by any wolves… hm?”

“o-okay,” you murmur, sheepish. “i shouldn’t be long.”

sunghoon nods, and you rush off to your grandma’s. her house is only around the corner, so the walk is quick.

you think about sunghoon the whole way there. he proved that wolves aren’t all bad. some wolves can be trusted and some wolves won’t eat you. everything you’ve learned about wolves was wrong, and you can’t wait to go back to your village and spread the new information you learned.

“grandma! i’m here!”

your grandma’s house is warm and comforting as you enter. you set the basket of goods on her small wooden table.

“dear! you made it!” your grandma approaches you, rushing you into a hug. “i was so scared, dear. it’s so late at night.”

“yes, grandma. i’m safe.” you reassure her. “mom packed you some sweets, your favorite.”

“ah, did she—” your grandma stills. “dear, what’s that smell?”

you sniff the air. “what do you mean?”

“you—you reek of wolf!”

“grandma, it’s okay! please, calm down! the wolf helped me here! he didn’t try to eat me!”

“you’re a traitor—traitor!” your grandma backs away in horror. “you brought a wolf here? you need to leave, now.”

“no, grandma, please! he wouldn’t hurt me, or you!” you reach for her, wanting to console her, but she flinches away like she’s been burned.

“no family of mine will be in contact with a wolf,” your grandma spits the word like it’s poison. “get out. never come back.”

“no, grandma!”

she rushes you out the door, locking it behind you and leaving you out in the cold with nothing but your cloak. you sniffle, hot tears making their way down your cheeks as you sob and knock on the door rapidly.

“grandma! please! let me in!” you cry, helplessly holding onto the doorknob like she’ll open it. “please!”

it seems like an eternity that passes before you get tired of trying. your grandma disowned you and left you in the cold. you can’t go back, what if the rest of the town also treats you the same way? what do you do?

you get a brilliant idea then. you’ll go to the lake and wash yourself. you’ll wash the scent of sunghoon away and make it back home. nobody will know.

you make it a few steps before you smell it again—him.

“bunny? what’s wrong?” sunghoon steps into view. his face is masked with concern and pity. “poor little bunny, why are you crying?”

“my grandma—she,” the thought of your grandma has you breaking down once more. you rush into sunghoon’s arms, his big chest comforts you. “she left me! she told me to get out as i smell like a wolf, and told me she never wanted to see me again!”

sunghoon cradles your head as you sob into his chest. “shh, there, there. it’ll be alright, bunny. she just doesn’t understand.”

“i have to go to the lake—i have to wash off before i go home. or else they—they won’t accept me back.”

“okay, bunny. let’s go to the lake and wash you off. then i’ll walk you home, okay?” sunghoon’s voice is deep and low, and somehow comforting.

you nod, sniffling, and let sunghoon lead you to the lake, hand in hand.

sunghoon is quiet as he leads you both knee deep into the water. he reaches for your cloak, and you let him undress you. your cries quiet now, only sniffles escape every few moments.

sunghoon drops your cloak somewhere below you, before reaching for the straps of your small, silk babydoll dress.

he sucks in a breath, but you’re too overwhelmed by your grandma to pay any mind to it. he undoes the straps one by one, before letting your dress slide down and fall into the water as well.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “kneel and wash yourself.”

you obey, making sure to rinse yourself and get rid of the wolf scent on you. after your fur is soaked and your body is freezing, you consider yourself clean enough.

“bunny, you’re shaking,” sunghoon says. “are you cold?”

you nod, and sunghoon coos. “but your clothes are all wet. whatever will we do?”

“i-i don’t know…” you’re freezing and trembling so much that your teeth chatter as your tail drips water into the lake. “it’s so cold.” you whine.

“aw, is my bunny cold?” sunghoon coos again. “do you need me to warm you up?”

you nod, and sunghoon grins. “come here, bunny. come to me.”

you step closer to him, and he pulls you in roughly. he wraps his arms around you, enclosing your body with his larger one. he’s so warm, extremely warm, and you let out a soft sigh as your body finally starts to warm up.

“you’re so small, bunny,” sunghoon’s breath hits your ears as he speaks. “and so soft, so supple and soft.”

you whine, shy, and then you feel it.

“s-sunghoon… something is poking me,” you whisper.

“is there?” sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and dripping something you aren’t sure of.

the hardness you feel twitches, pressing deeper against your thigh. you’re scared to look down, scared of what you might see.

“sunghoon, it—it’s…”

“fuck,” sunghoon growls, suddenly. you flinch at his outburst, your ears stiffening and standing tall upon your head. “i can’t hold back anymore.”

“sunghoon, what?” you say, your voice shaking.

sunghoon ignores you, picking you up and out of the water, carrying you in his arms as he reaches grass and mud again.

“you make me crazy, bun,” sunghoon’s voice is rough as he speaks. “i can’t hold back anymore. not when you’re nude and presenting yourself so nicely to me.”

“s-sunghoon?” you tremble in his hold. he releases you, then, to put you back onto your feet.

when you meet his eyes again, he looks different. gone is the comforting face you thought you knew, and now there’s a predatory, evil look in his eyes.

“please, sunghoon, you’re scaring me.” you plead, whisper. “sunghoon?”

it’s like he can’t hear you. he doesn’t answer as he leans down, his hands on your bare waist as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“fuck, bun, you smell so good,” sunghoon groans, and you feel the hardness return. sunghoon grinds against your leg, and your tail stiffens in fear. “you smell so delicious, bunny. so perfect for me. i’m going to tear you apart.”

“sunghoon, no! please!” you cry and beg. he wouldn’t eat you, he’d never, right?

“don’t worry, bun. i’m not going to eat you,” sunghoon chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. he licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, before whispering, “but i’m going to ravage you. you’re mine now, bunny.”

you tremble in his hold, cringing at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. “no! sunghoon! please, please!”

then suddenly, sunghoon lets you go. “no?”

“no!” you cry, pleading. “please!”

“run, bunny,” sunghoon smirks, his sharp canines making an appearance again. “i’ll count to three. i’ll give you a headstart. if i catch you, i get to take you.”

you turn on your heels immediately, scrambling to run for your life. you’re still naked, and the ground is rough on your feet as you try to dodge rocks and branches.

“one…”

you’re heaving, running so hard that you feel like you might throw up.

“two…”

but bunnies are known for being quick, aren’t they?

“three! i’m coming, bunny. you can’t hide from me!”

your heart drops. you don’t know where you are, but you know that sunghoon is already close, you hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to you, and you have nowhere to hide. you look around frantically, looking for something, anything.

your eyes land on a small hole, just big enough to burrow yourself in. that’s it, you think. you’ll hide there.

you’re almost in the hole, digging yourself deeper when you smell him.

“poor little bunny,” sunghoon’s voice is too close. “are you lost?”

he growls, and you feel his fingers close around your ankle as you get violently dragged from the hole. you were so close.

you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“found you.” sunghoon looks crazy. he’s panting, his eyes wide with excitement. “i told you, you can’t hide from me. you’re mine. i could smell your fear from a mile away. could smell your sweet, little pussy calling out to me.

“no! please, let me go!” you thrash in his hold, but it’s no use. sunghoon is stronger than you as he straddles your hips, your wrists above your head and held by one of his hands as the other explores your body.

“shhh, bun. i’ll take good care of you,” sunghoon laughs, in a frenzy. “you smell unmated, fresh and sweet. i’ve never taken a bunny before. it’ll be both our first times, hm?”

you can’t reply anymore, you’re choking on your spit and tears, and you’re more than sure that there’s snot rolling down the sides of your cheeks as well.

“sweet, virgin bunny,” sunghoon leans in to lick your cheek, eating up all your tears and wetness. “you taste so good, i wonder how you taste down here.”

you kick your legs and thrash when sunghoon lifts his hips. it’s the wrong move, because sunghoon comes back up to snap his teeth at you. he bites at your jaw, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you go limp—tranquilizing you.

“stay still, bunny. or i really might just eat you instead.”

you cry silently, finally giving up as sunghoon disappears below you. he spreads your legs open, exhaling at the sight of your pussy, all presented to him.

“you look delicious,” sunghoon leans in, inhaling deeply as he uses his fingers to spread your folds, exposing yourself to him. you feel wetness as he licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit. “you taste so good—i’m never going to get enough of you, bunny.”

you whimper as he licks you—practically eating you with his mouth. your clit is sensitive, the nub starting to swell against your will as he continues to devour you with his tongue.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “you like this, don’t you?”

“n-no! no, no!” you say, weak. you shake your head, trembling as your ears flatten.

“oh? but your body betrays you. your hole is already getting itself ready for my cock.” sunghoon chuckles, evil. “so wet already.”

sunghoon trails his fingers from your thighs to your pussy, and your hole flutters as he slowly sticks his two fingers past your entrance.

“fuck, bun, you’re so tight,” sunghoon groans. “your little virgin pussy is going to break when i get my cock in you. how are you going to take my knot like this?”

your eyes widen in fear. “knot? no—sunghoon, i can’t!”

“but you will,” sunghoon raises himself, and you’re horrified to see that he’s already nude. his cock is huge, hard and leaking. his cock is a deep shade of red, bordering on purple with how hard he is. “you’ll make it fit. it’s okay if it doesn’t. i’m still going to take you anyways.”

you shake your head as he gets closer to you, one hand around his cock as the tip prods at your entrance. “no! sunghoon! i’m not ready—you’re going to break me! please!”

sunghoon growls. “shut up. take it. take it like the innocent virgin bunny you are. i’m going to ruin you, you’re going to reek of alpha once i’m done with you. you’ll never be able to go home after this.”

he pushes into you roughly, and you can’t hold back the scream you let out. your voice cracks with the intensity of your scream. the pain is unbearable, your body just wants to cave in on itself and shut down.

“fuck, you’re so tight. i’m going to break you. i’m going to fill you with my litter. you’re never leaving, you’ll take my cum and carry my pups forever.”

sunghoon groans, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks into you roughly, his balls slapping against your buttcheeks with every thrust. you smell the blood—the blood that leaves your cunt as sunghoon’s cock breaks past the first layer inside of you. it drips down your cheeks and onto the dirty ground beneath you, and you’re ashamed.

you’re no longer a virgin anymore. you’ve been taken and broken in by the worst kind—a wolf.

sunghoon growls, animalistic, slamming into you at a pace ao brutal that it bruises your insides—bruising your cervix. then you feel it, the tip of his cock breaching so deep into you, practically reaching your womb.

“you feel that?” sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes. “i’m so deep inside you, bunny. i’ve broken you, i’m going to fuck you so good, every day, every day until your stomach is round with my pups. and then i’ll do it again, and again, and again.”

you cry, but your body betrays you. the pain and pleasure makes you want to just die. you’re torn between submitting and fighting back.

your body seems to decide for you as you tighten around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, yeah, you like this, don’t you? you like being used by me, huh? fucking whore. just wanted to get your virginity stolen away from you by a big, bad wolf, hm? that’s all you really needed, right?”

sunghoon never lets up. his cock pushes past the entrance of your womb with every thrust, and he’s losing himself in the feeling of being inside your tight, wet heat. your walls are so soft, so tight, practically sucking him in every time he pulls back out, just to slam back in harder than before.

your body keeps betraying you, because on a particularly hard thrust, you seize up, releasing wet, clear liquid all over sunghoon’s cock.

“i’m—i’m peeing!” you squeal, your release still squirting like a waterfall on sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, bunny, your little pussy just squirted all over me. you like it that much? fuck, fuck,” sunghoon growls, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck. “that’s it, keep squirting on alpha’s cock, just like that. make it all wet for me, fuck!”

sunghoon does the unimaginable then; he bites you. his teeth sink deep into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting down and breaking skin, his canines drawing blood from you.

you cry and scream and thrash in his hold, your pussy weakly clenching around his cock as he forces his mating bite onto you—claiming you as his for life.

you feel his cock swell, growing larger and bigger. you panic, trying to push him off of you, but it’s no use. he’s going to knot you, and you have no choice but to take it.

he pushes into you, breaking you open and shoving his knot inside of you. it hurts, you feel like you’ve been ripped open, and you can feel his body shake with pleasure as he finally releases his cum into your womb.

he keeps grinding and grinding as his cock shoots out more cum, filling you up with his white, hot release, marking you from the inside out.

he releases your neck, then, finally pulling his teeth out of you. you meet his eyes in horror, your mouth dropping open with a sob when you see blood—your blood all over sunghoon’s lips and chin.

he smirks, his teeth stained red, as he licks his lips.

“you’re mine now, little bunny. you can’t ever hide from me again.”

sunghoon grinds his cock, inflated with his knot, inside of you, and you know now—this is never going to end.

a/n: i feel insane it’s 2am i finished this in an hour pls bare w me if there r any mistakes…

[grotesquel0vers]

felt this one in my toes lowk .. 10/10

emiiii can i req brother's bsf!won with a big dihh and he fucks u raw while your brother's sleeping right next to ur room 🥀

this lowk made me giggle but hello how have i not written for brother's bsf!won before.. ㅠㅠ

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), risky + unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink

everything about what you're doing feels so wrong, yet so good.

jungwon's hand is clasped over your mouth, muffling the cries you can't hold back as his cock stretches you, dragging deliciously against your tight walls.

"fuck," he whispers, the sound barely audible over your breathy pants. "you’re taking me so well, baby. always so tight for me."

every thrust has you sliding up the sheets, your breasts recoiling with every movement. the second you try to squirm or make more sound than you should, his palm presses harder over your mouth.

"don’t even think about it. you wanted this, right?" he whispers.

you nod helplessly, eyes fluttering, lips parted under his palm as his cock nudges deep inside your pussy. it all feels too much—the size of him, the pace, the growing pressure in your stomach, and the fact that your brother's just down the hall, not having a clue what you two are doing.

"you like knowing he could wake up and find you stuffed full of his best friend’s cock?"

you whimper, and he chuckles low, pulling his cock out just enough to shove his hips forward again, watching the way your eyes roll back.

"you’re fucking filthy, pretty thing," he murmurs. "it’s okay.. i like you like this. all mine, yeah?"

his hand slides from your mouth down to your throat, his other one gripping your thigh to keep it spread, fucking into your core harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room, dangerously loud.

"gonna make a mess on you, baby.. wanna see you all covered in it."

all you can do is nod, take it, grip his arm for support as your release builds fast and heavy in your stomach.

"don’t hold back," he says. "cum for me, baby. be a good girl and soak my cock while your brother sleeps next door."

your pussy clenches tight around him as you cum a few more thrusts later, coating his length with your warm fluid before he pulls out just in time, groaning as he spills thick spurts all over your stomach.

he leans in to kiss your cheek after, whispering, "still think i should sleep on the couch?"

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heeseung w/ his bestie (a hard-on) <3 🪽(mdni 18+)

He was rock-hard, throbbing beneath his sweats, and every tiny movement from you made it worse. His hand had been gripping himself for the past ten minutes, trying to hold back, trying not to wake you — but you weren’t making it easy.

You were too warm. Too soft. Too close.

And his dick? So hard it hurt.

He exhaled a shaky breath and squeezed the base of it through the fabric, trying to ease the pressure, but the moment his palm pressed down, his hips bucked instinctively.

“F-fuck,” he whispered, voice cracked and breathless. “No, no… calm down. Chill out.”

But there was no calming down. Not with your leg draped over him like that, pressing into the space just beside where he was aching. Not with your tank top riding up, exposing the smooth curve of your waist. Not with the tiniest shift of your hips dragging against him just enough to make him twitch in his pants.

He gritted his teeth and gave himself another squeeze, trying to will the blood to go anywhere else. It only made him harder.

“God—baby, please.” His voice was hoarse now, nearly a whimper. “You’re killing me, and you don’t even know it.”

His hips flexed forward, just slightly, just once—seeking friction. The heat radiating off your body was maddening. He could feel every heartbeat in his cock, heavy and hard against the soft cotton of his sweats.

He grunted low in his throat and buried his face into your neck. “I can’t take this… I’m gonna cum in my fucking pants if you move again.”

Then your ass shifted—barely an inch—but it was right against him.

Heeseung let out a broken, choked sound and thrust his hips forward, pressing his length against the back of your thigh in a desperate, involuntary grind.

“Fuck—!” he hissed through gritted teeth, squeezing himself hard again as if punishing his own body. “Not like this… can’t cum just from cuddling you. That’s so fucking pathetic…”

But then you let out a soft hum in your sleep, still half-conscious—and your hips rolled again, slow and lazy.

He swore under his breath, jaw clenched, body trembling with restraint.

“Baby… wake up,” he groaned against your skin, one hand slipping beneath the blanket to gently grip your hip. “I need you. Please—if you move one more time, I swear I’ll lose it.”

Heeseung had to get out of that bed. Fast.

You were too warm. Too soft. Too unknowingly cruel.

So he slipped out from under the covers as carefully as he could, teeth gritted, trying not to groan at the way his hard cock brushed against his sweats with every step. It was angry hard now, leaking at the tip, straining against the waistband like it was trying to tear free.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself, adjusting it downward with a hiss. “This is so bad.”

He padded down the stairs barefoot, hoodie thrown over his shoulders, trying to pretend like he wasn’t walking like someone had punched him in the dick.

But of course, Jay was already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter eating cereal straight from the box.

Jay looked up. Paused. And smirked.

“You good?”

Heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “No. I’m fucking dying.”

Jay raised a brow, still chewing. “Dying how?”

Heeseung opened the fridge, stood there for no reason other than to cool his face, and muttered, “Morning wood. Like. Bad.”

Jay snorted. “Damn. How bad we talkin’?”

“Like… I’m gonna cum in my pants if someone breathes on me wrong.”

Jay choked on his cereal.

Heeseung turned and gave him a dead-eyed look. “I’m not joking.”

“That’s your fault for cuddling her with a boner.”

“I wasn’t trying to! I woke up and it was already there, okay? Then she fucking… moved.” Heeseung looked genuinely betrayed. “She was dead asleep, doing shit with her hips, and I was just laying there squeezing my dick through my pants like a teenager trying not to bust.”

Jay laughed, setting the cereal box down. “Man, you should’ve just handled it.”

“I was gonna!” Heeseung rubbed his face. “But she was sleeping, and I didn’t wanna jerk off next to her, that’s psycho behavior.”

Just then, Jake wandered in, half-asleep, hair a mess. “What are we talking about?”

Jay grinned. “Heeseung’s got a boner so bad he ran away from his girl.”

Jake blinked. “Like, still hard?”

Heeseung just stared at him. “Jake. I could fuck a countertop right now.”

Jake laughed so hard he nearly fell into the kitchen island. “Bro, GO HANDLE IT. Go shower or something.”

“I CAN’T,” Heeseung groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “If I touch it, I’m gonna explode in like ten seconds. I’m not tryna be that guy.”

Jay: “You’re already that guy.”

Jake: “Honestly, respect. That’s a powerful kind of horny.”

Heeseung grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge, cracked it open, and pressed it to his face. “I hate all of you.”

Jay smirked. “You gonna go back up?”

“No. Because if she even looks at me I’m gonna bust in my pants like a loser.”

Jake shook his head, laughing. “You sound like a 16-year-old with his first wet dream.”

“I FEEL like one.”

Then he heard it.

Soft, slow footsteps. The creak of the floorboard. And your sleepy voice floating down the hallway:

“…Hee?"

He froze.

Jay and Jake’s heads both snapped toward the sound at the same time, like they were watching a horror movie.

You appeared in the kitchen doorway in your little sleep shorts and oversized tee, eyes puffy and hair a mess, blinking like a confused kitten. You rubbed one eye with your fist and looked around blearily.

“…seungie?” you mumbled in the tiniest, softest voice.

Heeseung turned to look at you and instantly knew he was fucked.

His jaw clenched. His cock pulsed so hard it hurt. Why did you have to look so goddamn soft? So warm? So small?

You toddled over to him, still half-asleep, and rested your cheek on his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why’d you leave? Bed’s cold now…”

He had to clench his fists at his sides just to keep from grabbing you and carrying you back upstairs like a caveman.

Jake muttered under his breath to Jay: “He’s not gonna survive this.”

Heeseung cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around your back stiffly, avoiding eye contact like a man walking a thin tightrope over fire.

“Baby…” he whispered, barely holding it together, “It’s too early for you to be awake.”

You looked up at him with that innocent little voice again. “But I woke up and you weren’t there…”

Your fingers gently tugged on his hoodie. “Wanna go back upstairs. Come with me…”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking to the ceiling like he was begging for mercy from the universe. “Y/n… baby… you should sleep more, okay? I’ll be up in a bit…”

You pouted, completely unaware of the hell you were putting him through.

“But I want cuddles…”

He was silent for a second. Then he smiled down at you, painfully tight-lipped.

“Aww, you want cuddles?” he cooed in a baby voice. “You’re just a little sleepy thing, huh?”

You nodded slowly, still clinging to him. “Mmhmm…”

Jay had turned away completely, biting his fist to keep from laughing.

Jake whispered, “This is porn. This is literally the start of a porno.”

Heeseung shot them both a murderous glare behind your head before looking down at you again, his voice gentle but strained.

“Okay, princess. Go wait for me upstairs, yeah? Just five minutes. I’ll come tuck you in…”

You blinked up at him. “You promise?”

He looked like he was sweating bullets. “…Yeah. I promise.”

You gave him a little smile, kissed his jaw without thinking, and wandered back toward the stairs, leaving a sleepy, warm trail of your scent in the air.

Heeseung didn’t move.

Jake stared at him. “You good?”

Heeseung set his water bottle down very carefully, exhaled through his nose, and said:

“I need to jerk off. Right now.”

Heeseung didn’t say it.

He just let out a breath that sounded like it took all his self-control to release gently, instead of as a groan. Then he slid under the covers next to you and pulled you into him.

Not tight—not at first.

Just close enough for you to feel his warmth behind you. His arm around your waist. His breath tickling your shoulder as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

You gave a soft hum and wiggled back into his chest instinctively. “Mm… missed you.”

He gritted his teeth.

His cock was still painfully hard, flushed and heavy, pressed against your ass now through the thin fabric of both your sleepwear. But he didn’t move.

Didn’t breathe too loud.

Didn’t dare grind.

He could do this. He’d cuddle you, you’d fall asleep, he’d suffer quietly, and maybe he could sneak off later—

Then you moved.

Just a little shift — your hips rolling back, purely innocent, just trying to get comfortable.

And it pressed you right against him.

He hissed softly and tightened his arm around you.

“Don’t move like that,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and low.

You looked over your shoulder sleepily. “Like what?”

“That.” He swallowed. “Just… be still, baby.”

You blinked. “I wasn’t doing anything…”

He didn’t respond—just buried his face deeper into your neck, like hiding would help. But then your hips shifted again, just a little squirm…

He groaned.

“Okay, no—fuck—stop doing that.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you said, confused, like an angel who didn’t know how much danger she was in.

And that’s when he snapped.

You felt it before you saw it—the subtle but unmistakable roll of his hips against your ass. Slow, heavy, like a wave. His cock dragged against you through his sweats, hot and stiff and throbbing.

You gasped.

“Hee—”

“Shh,” he whispered into your neck, his hand sliding up under your shirt, not groping, just resting warm over your ribs.

“I tried,” he said, voice ragged. “Swear to god I tried.”

You could feel the heat pouring off him—his restraint unraveling. Another grind. This one deeper. Firmer. You could feel the shape of him now.

“Too soft…” he whispered against your skin, almost like he was blaming you. “Too warm. You kept wiggling. What was I supposed to do?”

You let out a tiny sound—not even a word, just a breathy little whimper—and his hips jolted forward again, more desperate this time.

“Just let me… do this for a second,” he muttered. “Not gonna go further. Just—just this. Just need it…”

And he started rocking.

Slow, dragging grinds of his cock between your thighs, like he was trying to imprint the shape of it into you.

Heeseung’s fingers dug into your hips, dragging you impossibly closer, breath hot and rough against your skin.

“God, baby, you’re killin’ me,” he growled, voice thick with need. “Been rock hard for hours, trying to keep it together with you all soft and innocent like this…”

You looked up at him, blinking sleepily, not fully understanding the storm you’d unleashed.

He smirked darkly, eyes hooded with lust. “You don’t even know what you do to me. Every little move, every soft sound—fuck, I’m losing my fucking mind.”

His hips jerked hard, grinding against you through his sweats. “I’m this close to ripping these off and burying my cock in you right now.”

You whimpered softly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He yanked his sweats down fast, exposing himself completely, leaking and desperate.

Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to your neck, teeth grazing, voice a hot whisper: “You ready, baby? Wanna feel you wrapped around me.”

Your voice trembled, “mhm…”

Without another second, he slid inside you hard and fast, the warmth and tightness making him groan low and deep.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he snarled, hips snapping, fucking into you like he’s starving. “Been waiting all damn morning for this, and now you’re mine.”

You gasped, nails digging into his back, breath hitching as he fucked you harder, faster.

“Say my name,” he growled, voice thick with need.

“…Heeseung,” you whispered, breathless.

“That’s right,” he panted, “so fucking good, baby. I’m gonna ruin you.”

His hands roamed, grabbing, squeezing, holding you tight as he lost himself in the moment—raw, rough, desperate, utterly consumed by you.

tgl: @teddybeartaetae @heebear @tinycatharsis @kristynaaah @heeseungsbm

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hii emi!! can i req usually soft dom!hee letting shy inexp!reader dom him for the first time so he’s kinda guiding her while she’s unsure hehe :3

yess anon this is saur cute and hot >< last req i'll be writing before i temporarily close them!

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), reader domming for the first time, unprotected sex, praise, pet names

you weren’t too experienced when it came to sex, but tonight, you wanted to be the one in control.

heeseung’s hands grip your waist gently while you sink down onto him for the first time in a while, your thighs slightly shaking as he stretches you out so good. he lets out a soft moan, head falling back against the pillows.

"you’re doing so well, baby," he assures, voice shaky but sweet. "you feel so good."

your cheeks flush, hands pressed down at his pelvis for support as you try to mimic how he usually fucks you. you fumble through it, but eventually find a pace of bouncing up and down.

his hand slides up to your hip, gently guiding you through each thrust so your tempo doesn't get too messy, before both hands go behind his head, fingers tugging at his own hair as his cock becomes more sensitive.

"just like that," he whispers, eyes fluttering shut when you bounce faster. "ride me, angel. m’ all yours."

you whimper, switching to a pace of grinding. his cock stays buried deep inside your tight core, brushing over your sweet spots perfectly with each roll of your hips.

he lets out the prettiest whines, his tip twitching inside you while you look down at his ruined state—flushed, fucked-out, and loving every second of what you’re doing.

when you cum, soft praises still spill from his lips as his breathing stutters, his release shortly following after. you get off his cock, watching his milky fluids shoot up before falling back onto his stomach.

your body falls forward, face buried in his neck as you come down from your high. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling your bare body even closer to his, kissing your cheek.

"told you you could do it, pretty girl. made me feel so good.. so proud of you."

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS — SIM JAEYUN

SYNOPSIS. 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗒𝖻𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍. 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌. SS. 6 masterlist W. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅, 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒

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