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no nut november — stray kids edition || masterlist

what’s a little healthy competition between friends?

a collaboration with @sluttywonwoo

part one ~

part two ~

part three ~

part four ~

part five ~

part six ~

part seven ~

part eight ~

⚠️ general series warnings: swearing, no nut november as a bet, references to sex as a need/impulse, ot8 talk about their sexual relationships to the other boys, smut!!!🔞

each chapter will be written by one of us (four each) and released in chronological order of who broke first. place your bets on the winner!!

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TASTES LIKE HEAVEN

PAIRING han jisung x female!reader.

CONTENT smut, fluff, established relationship, soft dom!jisung, oral (f), slight hair pulling kink.

WORDCOUNT 3,0k.

DETAILS jisung helping his girlfriend discover her preferences in oral sex after a first failed attempt at eating her out.

NOTE i'm extremely grateful for the incredible feedback i had with my first post, i'm so happy to read so many compliments on my writing. i'll try to improve even more and create better quality fics. now it's turn for the hanji agenda !

© erotichan. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

DISCLAIMER ( ! ) this is not intended to promote unprotected sexual practices or the security of not getting pregnant/not contracting STD. please don't take this as your comprehensive sex education. all facts and events are fictitious. the written scenes do not represent any real person nor do they plan to steal/falsify their identity. any coincidence with names and places is pure artistic creation by and for entertainment.

it's been weeks since that night where you felt the greatest shame of your life. there is a high chance that you are just exaggerating, but nothing can convince you that it didn't feel that way. no matter what you do now, every time you look at your boyfriend you can only see the sequence in which he tried to go down on you and found himself with your lamest excuse to stop him from doing so.

you don't even know what to say in your defense — you still felt too embarrassed to let it flow so naturally. how can you explain to jisung that despite having lost your virginity to him you still feel that oral sex is something very intimate? it makes you feel so anxious to think that someone is tasting you. you've imagined it plenty of times, and the moment it could have happened, you chickened out. in jisung's defense, there was not a single thought behind his eyes when you stopped him. you didn't want him to take the time to use his mouth and wanted him to go straight to bury himself inside you? perfect for him!

the truth is, a considerable amount of days have passed since the event. you've barely had time to see each other so the opportunities to have even the slightest intimacy were slim, but you knew since you got up in the morning and received a text from jisung saying that he would be in your place at night that it will be the night to give it a second try. you would never have put so much effort into shaving, exfoliating and perfuming if it wasn't like that. you knew.

you also know there is nothing to fear. jisung has been so gentle with you on the few occasions that you slept together, he genuinely wants to unwrap your sexuality little by little. he met you as an inexperienced and shy girl and he feels that he is corrupting you, so he takes it slow.

just the way you are now, pure and given up for him to touch, it's his favorite moment.

his hands run over your skin so warmly, his lips can't detach from yours. he laces your fingers with his, loving how you melt into the feeling of his mouth diving into yours. he enjoys foreplay too much, he has everything he likes at his disposal. your body, your vulnerability and the arousal erupting between your legs.

he's still understanding your body, that's the main reason he insists on delving into oral sex. when you do it it's great, of course, but jisung wants to learn too. he wants you to teach him, to show him how he can take such wonderful care of you and make you see stars as you have done with your mouth. he wants to see you shiver beneath him, gasping for air and choking on your words, unable to even formulate his name.

his knee presses between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper into his mouth. jisung pays attention to your movements and to your curious eyes when he draws his kisses towards your chest. he wants to take his time, he presses his lips to your jaw, to your neck, to your throat, to your chest, to your stomach, every inch that leads him to your core.

you can anticipate his target as his hands circle your hips, sliding to the outside of your thighs. your eyes turn a little unsure realizing what he's doing. unlike that first attempt, jisung moves much more cautiously. he has enough time between movements to notice the way you avoid eye contact with him ― which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't remember how you searched for his gaze to feel safe while he stretched you out.

he smiles softly. if there's one thing he knows how to do, it's joke around to ease the tension. and it always, always works. your eyes meet his, waiting for him to fire off his question.

"are you scared about this?" he whispers, sliding his hands around your thighs.

your legs close around his, showing that hesitation makes you even more vulnerable. you shake your head, knowing what you feel. "no, i'm not scared" you smile too, a little embarrassment peaking between words. "i'm just nervous."

he loves when you are honest with him in any kind of sexual and non-sexual situation. he loves that you can guide him to find exactly what to avoid or what to find to make you feel good. he holds himself into his arms, briefly giving up closeness with your sex so he can get closer to your face again.

"why are you nervous?" he asks in a sweet voice, hovering you. "what worries you, baby?"

"i feel like i'm worrying too much about it and it's actually not a big deal," you admit, wanting to sound as unhurtful as possible.

but jisung doesn't feel hurt because he knows that, although it largely depends on him, it also involves your own preferences. he laughs, pressing a small kiss to your lips. he must remain realistic. "probably. that will depend on you."

your hands run up his arms, keeping him close to your upper body. "will that be alright?" you ask, meeting his gaze. "i mean, if i don't like it, it's still fine, right?"

jisung presses another kiss, he focus on the way your lips move as you talk. "why wouldn't it be fine? do you think that all boys like to be given head?"

you widen your eyes, being quite obvious with your answer. "yes, that's the point!"

he giggles, forcing himself to bury his head in your shoulder. he understands your concern, but he also knows that you are just being pessimistic. "i know communication is key, but maybe you should talk less," he whispers into the crook of your neck. "you haven't let me do anything yet."

he's right, you think. your head clears of all those intruding thoughts as jisung presses his lips to your neck again. you wrap your hands around his waist, loving the warmth of his body on top of yours. he nibbles at the skin above your collarbones, plucking a small whine from your mouth. you start to get restless and that's a good sign for him.

his hands take a hold of your hips, he holds them in place once he decides to face your cunt again. he's progressive, crawling on the mattress until he can drop his weight comfortably onto his stomach and his hands anchor in your underwear. "is it new?" he asks, playing with the lingerie that he knows perfectly well you bought for this occasion. "dammit it's so pretty, i don't even want to take it off".

you can't find the words to answer, his fingers slide through your folds and leave you speechless. he knows exactly what he's doing with his thumb, dragging it over your underwear to test how sensitive you are. quite enough, judging by your legs that threaten to close one more time. jisung presses his lips to the inside of your thighs, making loud, chasty noises. his kisses are sticky, tickly. part of you wants to laugh but another part knows the laugh won't last long, and sure enough, it doesn't even come out of your mouth when jisung sighs directly to your core.

you look down at the sound and find him licking his lips. he is hungry, depraved, in need of you. fuck, it's happening, says the voice inside your head. you must admit that you do feel some kind of fear now. your eyes drift to jisung's hands as he tugs at the ends of your underwear, ripping it off and throwing it away despite complimenting it seconds ago. it's surely pretty, but it's prettier when it's out of his way.

you can assure nothing prepared you for this moment.

you've had your boyfriend's fingers close, even inside of you, but this is the first time jisung has parted your folds to take a long lick between them. your entire nervous system is caught off guard, the sensation is foreign — not to say strange. you flinch, it's a short and shivering reaction to his lips against your pussy. jisung doesn't give you a warning about what he's going to do, instead, he lets your body meet with the new sensations without explanation so you can assign your own meaning to it. he will not tell you that it has to feel a certain way because he has already done it with someone else, no, he lets you experience it and then designate it yourself. he surrounds your clit with his cushiony lips, pressing his tongue on it gently. he is determined, he knows precisely what he has to do but he does it subtly. you feel a heat, a humidity in an area that is not used to feeling that way.

"let me go slowly" he whispers right before he flicks his tongue and elicits a very obvious gasp from you, the subtlety of the contact that his tongue makes with your organ makes you desperate. this is maddening, it's the only thing that comes to your head. he dives in those small movements to suck firmly, causing your hips to buck this time. his right arm slides over your pelvis, pressing his palm against your lower stomach to prevent your reflexes from leading him to hurt you with his teeth. "relax, beautiful. i won't go anywhere until you cum".

so many incoherent curses slip from your lips, jisung can't quite make out what you're babbling but it sounds like music to his ears anyway. he exchanges his sucking with his licking and makes you feel the pleasure building torturously progressive. well, because that's the whole point.

"jisung—" you breathe out this time, unable to use a firme voice.

he doesn't take it as a call but as a request for more. jisung detaches his mouth from you, he takes advantage of how much his supplies make him salivate to drop a strand of saliva over your pussy. he spreads it with his fingers, he makes it messy before giving another long lick that only allows him to confirm his previous suspicions. "you taste so good, love".

your gut clenches at his comment, your cheeks start to feel hotter than before. your whole body is on fire.

you decide to raise your head to take a look without considering how dangerous it is. the image of jisung concentrating on taking everything he can ruins you. the way his jaw tightens as he sucks and his eyes close as he sinks into your taste blows your mind. there are no words to describe how lustful and sinful the scene in front of you is. your brow furrows, you feel so perverted for loving what you see.

there's something about the lovely noises you let out paired with the call of his name that fill the void of true words that let him know that he is doing good. he's doing amazing, actually. your hands slide over your chest, kneading your breasts to channel how restless you really are. jisung gives a particularly strong suck that makes one of your hands impulsively lower towards him. you retract it soon after, worried about what your fingers could do.

he feels the touch and how it disappears, and immediately grabs your wrist to bring your hand to his hair. "don't stop yourself," he insists, stroking your thigh. "let me know that i'm making you feel something, anything."

"i don't want to hurt you," you whisper, scared at the thought of pulling too hard on his hair or harhsly dragging your nails across his scalp.

jisung chuckles, he gently shakes his head to contradict you. "you won't, my love. you know i love the feel of your hands on me."

you don't need to be told twice. your fingers slide through the strands of his hair that are longer than usual, which allows you to take them with ease. both of your hands move them away from his face so they don't get in the way of his eyes. jisung looks up with the gesture, beaming at you with such a sweet smile in contrast to his actions.

he is so happy to eat you, he couldn't describe how pleased he is to have managed to bury his head between your legs. you can't help but whine at this, he just takes your breath away.

"does that feel good, angel?" he asks, knowing the answer is yes. you nod, you need to take advantage of the only moment your brain is working. you mutter a muffled "yes", because it does feel good, but is also feels like your walls are begging to have something inside.

jisung can tell your muscles are contracting, and it's so hard for him not to pleasure you with his fingers until you're shaking and coming around them. he frowns at his intrusive thoughts, trying not to ruin his own flow, and brings his hand up to your clit. he makes repeated, balanced circles with his thumb that make you tug on his hair. the pull sends waves of heat throughout his body ― he can't verbally admit that it turns him on, but the way his hips grind against the mattress speaks for him. his poor cock throbs in his pants with every little moan that comes out of your mouth.

your juices seep down your hole but they don't go far, jisung takes every little trace with his tongue. your hips become impossible to control, and he wraps his arms around your thighs to stop you. "so desperate, love. don't you know how to behave?"

you whimper, releasing your hold on his hair to rise up on your forearms. "it's not fair!" you whimper, feeling the build going nowhere because jisung keeps interrupting himself. "i need more than that!"

he lifts his head at your comment, a small pout forming on his lips as he pulls away from your cunt. you feel a frustrating pain after losing the pleasure. he just smiles like a bloody bastard. "what's the fun if i don't tease you?" jisung asks, digging the tips of his fingers into your thighs.

"but i was feeling close!" you protest.

he laughs ghoulishly ― you're so cute when you don't get what you want, jisung spoils you so much. he shakes his head, licking the excess of you from his lips. "you were worried it wouldn't be a big deal and i have you cumming in less than five minutes?" he teases you, clicking his tongue sarcastically. "come on, (name), you can do better than that".

"jisung!" you growl, throwing your head back. you can't believe he's doing this to you.

his laughter echoes in your ears, and you feel one of his hands loosen its grip on your thigh to grip one of yours. jisung slides his fingers between yours, lacing them together to get your attention. he can't be serious right now, you think as you lower your head to watch him, your chest rising and falling agitatedly. you make eye contact and witness the delicacy with which he plants a kiss on the back of your hand. your boyfriend never loses his manners.

"just tell me what you want" he insists, wanting to hear the exact words come out of your mouth even though you know he won't leave you unsatisfied. "you haven't said a single coherent word."

"i want you to continue where you were" you finally express yourself clearly. "you can't make me feel this good and leave it halfway!"

"you see? it's not that hard" he jokes around, loving the way you make his ego feel so big. "you know exactly what you like."

jisung once again separates your glistening folds with his free hand, and points his tongue directly at your abused bundle of nerves. he has so much control of his movements that you feel that the weak building from before is there again as if it had never faded, and with it, the warmth in your lower abdomen. you squeeze his hand, and then you feel him caress the back of it with his thumb. oh, there it is again.

you support your weight on your forearm, carefully observing the obscene actions. your head literally hangs to the side, your body loses all sense of balance and firmness. jisung's tongue turns you into sand that vanishes between his own fingers. your abdomen contracts with the feeling you fight against, and jisung pays attention to every detail. he looks up until he makes eye contact with you, and feels himself getting harder at the sight of your dilated pupils. your heavy breathing, your reddish cheeks, everything makes you look incredibly sexy from this angle.

he smirks, lips puffy and shiny. he comes across several things to say at that moment, but since you already complained about interrupting the moment and edging you, he keeps them to himself as he presses his tongue flat against you. you can still see the smile at the corners of his lips, and you feel your legs trembling with weakness. his free arm rests under your thigh, but still manages to reach a hand to the side of it to shoot your chills down. jisung feels the goosebumps on your skin and gets as excited as when he just got into the bed with you ― the realization that his actions make your hair stand on end sets off a warmth in his stomach that he can only describe as an obsession with you.

your fingers press the blankets under you into a fist, wrinkling the fabric. jisung can feel how tense you are, and he doesn't stop until he hears you gasp for air. your sounds turn into moans of his name even more incoherent than your babbling, and when he looks up, he can only see your extended neck thanks to your head being thrown back. you feel the waves of pleasure spread through your core, it's not overwhelming but it's not subtle either. it's just the right and necessary amount. of course, jisung doesn't find it enough, you can hear the exaggerated way he cleans up the mess you've made with leaks you didn't even know could come out of you.

the wonderful world of orgasms is still something as new to you as the overstimulation that jisung is putting you through. he gives another few licks to your abused clit, causing your nerves to send little shocks in an electrifying way. "ugh—hold on!" you whine with tight eyes, unconsciously closing your legs around his head.

oh, jisung could die there. but he certainly still wants to stay alive so he can enjoy how good you must feel. you're so wet and turned on, he can't wait another second to slide inside you.

you feel his arms parting your thighs and you open your eyes to watch his figure climbing on top of you once more. there is something inside you that feels lost, disoriented, and that makes you search for jisung's mouth to find your way again. he approaches your face with a smile, a mischievous one. even in the darkness of the room you can see how glossy his lips are. your hands follow his arms that surround your waist, enclosing you in them. his eyes fixate on your own lips and the way you let out your audible, ragged breath.

"i'm absolutely obsessed with you, (name)" he whispers over them. he presses his much more gently than you expected him to before speaking again. "you taste like heaven".

you feel short of breath but still you go back in search of his mouth. you let your tongue meet his until you have a taste of yourself, and confirm that indeed, it has been something worth experiencing. there's so much you want to try with jisung. your hands slide into his hair, feeling how warm his cheeks are along the way. he is burning for you ― you bite his lower lip, gently tugging on it until jisung presses his forehead against yours. his hips do much the same thing, grinding against yours. you smile exhaling a small laugh, a giggle that supports your fucked up gaze.

jisung grants you the eye contact, and he smiles just as dumb at the sound of your voice. "that was the sexiest thing you've done since we started dating" you state, not being aware of how wrong you are.

the smile on his lips turns into a cocky gesture, progressively morphing into a smug expression. his hands slide from your waist to your arms, taking your hands in his hair and trapping them above your head. he applies the slightest pressure, but he lets you know that you no longer have a choice but to keep giving all of yourself to him.

"oh no, angel. that was just your introduction to oral sex" he contradicts you, chuckling. "i still have to prepare you to meet the sexiest."

needless to say, you are more than ready to do so.

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➢𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

I decided to hop on this and give it a try :). Basically I’m gonna be writing each day of October a different prompt, I already picked the mcyt that I’m gonna use for each one. Since this is NSFW the only people I’ll be writing for are the dream team, Karl and Punz. I hope you like it<3!

Edit: This is all based on AUs which means the boys are not cc! Unless stated otherwise.

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: Cockwarming | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: Cuckolding | DREAM + SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: Restraint | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: Gagging/throatfucking | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓: Humiliation kink | DREAM TEAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: Impact play | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟕: Somnophilia | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖: Hand kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟗: Roleplay | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: Gangbang | DREAM TEAM + KARL + PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: Spectrophilia/incubus | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: Foursome | DREAM TEAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: Mommy kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: Voyerism | GEORGE + DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: Daddy kink | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔: Pegging | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: Hate sex | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: Breeding kink | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: Mutual masturbation | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎: Thigh riding | PUNZ

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: Phone sex | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: Sex toys | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: Squirting | DREAM TEAM + KARL

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: Corruption kink | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓: Shower sex | KARL JACOBS

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔: Dry humping | GEORGE

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕: Sex tape | DREAM

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: Size kink | PUNZ + SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: Knife play | SAPNAP

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟎: Orgy | DREAM TEAM + KARL

✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑𝟏: Public sex | DREAM

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This is actually the hottest shit istg I didn’t know how much I needed dilf jeongin in my life

hey i’m new here, i read some of your works and !! OMG YOU’RE SO TALENTED , and also i just want you to ruin me buT i’m 100% bratty 🙄 soo , for the request, can i ask jeongin!dilf au pls :((

thank you sm baby. and lmao. I got you.

『 pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — smut, + a stressed, single father dilf!jeongin fucking his masseuse

word count — 1.687k 』

smut under the cut !

out of all the things jeongin could’ve done to take away his fatherly stress, a massage wasn’t one of them. no seriously. usually, an hour or two of hitting the punching bag or doing a couple of weight reps brought him to relaxation the way he needed. but with the mother of his twin daughters refusing to help out at all with them, he was stressed more than usual. and this kind of stressed caused him to be kind of desperate.

he was clicking around on his phone before he found the place. a massage therapy building that he somehow never noticed was that close to his house. on their website at least, they guaranteed that the service they give will bring him to the nirvana that he was looking for. he wasn’t going to second guess anything no— he needed this. he kisses his babies on their forehead before sending them off to his mother’s house for the night.

when he arrived at the building he gave the receptionist his name to which she exchanged confirmation of his paid visit. she nodded, sliding her swivel chair back and reaching into the room right beside her desk to give him a towel. “you can change it the room over there love”. he smiled and thanked her, more than glad to shed his clothing and hurry on with this. for some reason he felt kind of antsy, he could wait for his stress to become undone with all the knots in his muscles and back. but once he was finished you might as well couldve said you were unprepared for the appointment. you had your materials and the table ready yes, but you were nowhere near prepared to massage a gorgeous, five foot seven man with chiseled abs, a sharp jawline in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he smiled sweetly when he entered, you tried your best to keep your attention off the chain that sat atop of his prominent collar bones and instead focus on the client at hand. but god, your stomach was churning.

“good evening are you yang jeongin?”. you spoke meekly, surprised that you could even get a word out with how ethereal he actually was. he nods. you used a hand to guide him to the massage table and he obliged, quite fond with the decor of the place. he appreciate the fact that it was dark and you allowed candles to scent and heat up the room. he also appreciate the soft red glow lights in the corners of the room, illuminating it in a rather sexy way. he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and started getting comfortable, trying to remember that he came here for a massage and massage only. “do you have any music suggestions? I have a soft playlist if not”. the blonde haired man shook his head no while laying his head on his forearms, giving you a perfect view of the tricep muscles in his back. you gulped, positioning your oils on the tray right beside you. you rushed to press play on the music to keep your thoughts on your job.

you shifted the towel down a bit lower and started spilling the warm vanilla scented oil down the span of his back, which already drew him in. he loved the scent dearly. he also loved the way your warm hands applied pressure to the places he needed most. a serene feeling washes over him and he could feel himself relax almost immediately. you glide your hands up the length of his back and shoulders and knead the tension and knots away, you could’ve sworn you heard a soft groan from him in response. nevertheless you continued your ministrations, feeling for other knots that needed to be worked out. jeongin could safely say that he’s hardly ever felt this kind of relaxation before. maybe he should’ve came here sooner. he makes another small noise, one that was rather suggestive, one that had you internally crumbling above him.

“feels good?”. you hum, kneading out other small kinks with your thumbs. he hums and shakes his head yes, feeling quite blissful if he might say so himself. you giggle above him, “you know, the noises you’re making tells it all”. he speaks in choked breaths. “yeah it feels— good, damn— I wasn’t expecting this”. you roam your hands around his body covering it with oil, his tan skin glistens under the red lighting. “is this your first full body massage?”. he nods again. “my first massage ever. I don’t really do this. usually I work out but I’ve been stressed like hell. I need this”. he couldn’t see you and you know it, but you pout your lips anyway. “what’s got a gorgeous man like you so stressed?”. from above you could see his eyes closed, and a small dimple depressing into his cheek as he smiled, appreciating the compliment. “a lot actually. mainly the mother of my girls”. you squeeze another bit of oil into the palm of your hands and this time use them to work the muscles along his neck and arms. you were glad he was laying on his stomach, this mean he couldn’t see the surprised expression you were making.

“girls? you have kids?”. you ask awaiting an answer. to your surprise he nods his head. “yes two of them. they’re twins. lily and lana”. he groans again, making your heart pound that much harder. you distract yourself with conversation. “wow. twins?”. he nods. “you sound shocked”. “yeah I mean... you look like you’re way too young to be a dad. I guess I wasn’t expecting that”. you laugh a little. “I get that a lot”. your hands gradually moved to every part of his upper half, giving it the attention it craved. the fact that he was a dad surprised the hell out of you. he looked as though he was maybe 19, 20 maybe. either way it goes you already decided in your mind that he was an absolute dilf. you worked in silence for the time being, wallowing in the small sounds he made and trying to keep moisture from pooling between your legs in the process. now covered in oil and feeling hands move all around his body, jeongin didn’t know how much more of himself he could help. he was growing hard at the thought of your oily hands sliding up and down his cock. the massage was great. amazing even. but he needed something more. as you edged the towel down his waist he reached back and grabbed your wrist.

“before you continue, can you do me a favor?”. your mind spun at his question. “what is it?”. jeongin breathed. “you’re really good at your job and it’s working but I think I need something more— and I’ll pay you extra just to have if it you keep things confidential between us”. by now your heart was racing. you licked your lips, the room all of a sudden becoming much hotter. “what do you need?”.

“I need to fuck you”. you gulped at how straightforward he was. but the prompt wasn’t unwelcomed. you just didn’t know what to say. he sat up, feeling like maybe he went too far. “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m just really stressed and I need to take the edge off”. you chewed on the insides of your cheeks. “it’ll be confidential..right?”. he nods. “I won’t tell a soul”. truthfully you didn’t mind being used by him, only you didn’t know how to initiate things so you stood there awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do”. you spoke in a soft gentle voice, matching the vibe of the background music. he pulled you closer to him by the hem of your white masseuse coat, taking his fingers and unbuttoning the shirt you had underneath it. your voice vanished once his lips attached themselves to your nipples, suckling them obediently while groping the cheeks of your ass. you could only throw your head back and let air flow from your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on you was becoming indescribable. the more he sucked the more clothes he took off of you. your jacket was glided off your shoulders as well as your shirt and now he was working his hand around to the button of your pants. he refused to just shed your pants without feeling you first. so on that note his hand dipped into your panties and his fingers brush against your sopping wet lips. you gasp feeling them breach you, twisting and turning inside of you trying to feel the spot that made you make the most noise. they soon found what they were looking for eliciting unholy moans from your throat. “your moans are so fucking sexy”, he growled, becoming more animalistic in his ways, licking and biting your neck in lust.

his fingers moved at an excruciating pace in the ridges of your wet hole and you felt weaker at his touch. you were so clouded you hadn’t realize that he already snatched off your panties and you were fully nude, clinging against his oily body while he was finger fucking you into oblivion. the tent underneath the towel was evident, and he acted on it as soon as he felt his tip throbbing in need. he substitutes you on the table instead of himself, removing the towel around his waist and positioning you on your stomach. he pooled some oil in the palm of his hand and rubs it over your back and most importantly over the curve of your ass, watching your skin gleam before he tosses the now empty oil bottle on the floor. he uses his hand to feel your pussy lips from behind, sliding it in between your slit whilst pressing his wet lips against your ear. “just let me use you. I won’t be long”. he made his word his bond, using a veiny hand to grip the edge of the table for leverage and shoving his dick inside you just like that. you yelped, suddenly remembering that you had to keep your noises at a low volume. he sits up and grips the cheeks of your ass, watching the rolls in your backside become more prominent the more he fucked into you. “fuckk this is it”. he groaned now taking a slower pace just so he could hear your oily counterparts slap against each other. he threw his head back and licks his lips in daze, forgetting about his life’s troubles and focusing on the way your walls clenched around him so well. you bit the leather of the massage pillow trying to keep yourself from going insane.

he was riding your ass slow and steady, rocking his hips into your pussy and admiring how much he made you stutter over your words. his body was draped over yours and his hand wrapped around your neck, necklace sweeping along the nape, gifting you low groans and curse words into your ear every chance he got. the way the table creaked each time he thrusted was an ego booster. he smirks and tongue kisses your cheeks without a care in a world for what an oily mess you both were. “you’re going to make me fucking cum, you know that?” he exhaled in the darkest voice he could muster. your eyes drove to the back of your head as his dick drove deeper into you. his strokes were painfully slow but you enjoyed each and every one of them, the tip was hitting spots that you thought only your dildo at home could reach. fire stirred at the pit of your stomach. you could feel yourself gushing with each move of his waist and it was driving you up a wall.

“oh my god”. you whined weakly, making him throb harshly inside you. he took his time to softly kiss down the spine of your back and work his way back up again to the back of your neck. It felt quite nice actually, romantic if you will. he slides a free hand over to intertwine with yours, while his tongue licks the undersides of your neck before delicately kissing those places as well. his lips landed on yours unexpectedly and he kissed you so passionately and careful you could’ve mistaken him for being in love with you. he hastens his pace while his tongue roams your mouth almost as if it were searching for something. you didn’t know what to focus on more, his sloppy tongue kisses or your much needed orgasm that was a second away from rippling through your body. either way you weren’t prepared for them both. streams of white ran down your thighs and he felt it all and groaned much louder. when he felt himself get close he parted the cheeks of your ass just so he could see your pussy getting filled with his seed, unbeknownst to you that he had a thing for cream pies.

he didn’t even give you time to relapse from it, he takes your chin and lands another wet kiss on your lips with his body still hovering over your now exhausted one. “thank you so fucking much. I’ll be booking another appointment soon”.

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in charge | george

summary: dom!george headcanons. that’s literally it.

warnings: nsfw content

pairing: george x f!reader

a/n: got a lot of dom!george asks recently so i combined a few together

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ong cockwarming wuth quackity. like he's editing a video for his main and you just sit there, trying to make a sound. cause he said if you made any sounds, he'll edge you. then out of nowhere he starts bouncing his leg and whistling, acting like evrything is normal

man.... he would stretch you out so nicely, his thick cock twitching inside you as your walls clamp down around him more and more each time he shifts slightly. your hands are covering your mouth, your palm pressed flat against your lips as you struggle to keep your whines and soft moans tucked away—you don’t want quackity to edge you any more than he already is, but it’s so, so hard. you throb around him and settle further back onto his lap as he shifts his arms while editing. but just then, his knee bounces. then again. and again. there’s suddenly no stopping him as he bounces his leg, jolting you up and down over and over again. you’re sent careening back, your tight heat rising and falling on his cock with each tremble of his leg, and your eyes roll back in pleasure as your fingers curl into a fist over your mouth. pleasure shoots up your spine, and behind you, quackity grins to himself, dragging files across his laptop screen. you were lasting much longer than he thought you would, but that wouldn’t be the case for much longer

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soft and slightly apologetic aftercare w/ dream 🥺🥺🥺 that’s it that’s the ask

it’s so very on brand for dream to do soft aftercare because we always categorize him to be this cocky bastard (which he is), but he’s also sensitive and cares a lot, so as he pulls out of you and watches as you pant, your chest heaving as you slowly come down from your exhilarating high, he’s already grabbing a damp cloth, wiping at the mess between and around your legs before rushing to grab a quick glass of water, helping you sit up as he hands it to you, a million questions leaving his mouth. “are you okay? was i too rough? is there anything you need? i was too harsh, wasn’t it?” and you tell him yes, no, no, you were great, i love you, going through all of his worries one by one while still feeling full and warm and loved as he eventually lays you back against the sheets, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he wraps his arms around you, because sex may be great, but it’s great because it’s with you

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dream cumming in u and as it drips out he uses his fingers to push it back inside ajajsjsjsjsjsjssjs

!!!!!!!!! he pushes himself as far into you as he can go when he finally cums, letting out a long drawn out groan as his hot, sticky cum splashes inside you and paints your walls white, filling you up so wholly and hotly that you can feel yourself tremble around his pulsing heat. his cock throbs and twitches inside of you as your walls clench around him, milking him for all he’s worth as he rides out his orgasm, rocking his hips into you a few times before finally drawing out of you, slow and watchful as he takes a moment to admire your spent face. you moan as you feel a few drops of his cum dribble out of you, sliding down the inside of your thighs and pooling onto the bed. with a finger, he easily scoops up the mess between your legs and pushes his finger back into you, making sure not a single drop of his cum goes to waste. oh how warm and full you feel—you could get used to living your life like this, really

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Okay but imagine dream begging you to sit on his face, and when you get on his face his arms are locked around your thighs and every time you try to get up because the overstimulation is getting to be too much he gives you a glare and pushes you down harder on his face👏👏

your hands are buried in his hand, tugging ever so slightly at his locks as he laps at your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit before diving in between your folds to properly eat you out. you cry out at the feeling, your thighs trembling around his head as his tongue only goes deeper and deeper inside you, lapping at your shaking velvet walls as your clit throbs in front of his face. you’ve cum twice now already, and it feels so so good, but you can’t help but keen at the overstimulation, feeling your high already rising again even though you came just a few minutes prior. you raise your hips the slightest bit, feeling a slight sting of pain tingle up your spine, but you feel his arms tighten around your legs, and you glance down to see his emerald eyes gazing at you with such intensity you can’t help but moan at the sight. just like that, he dives back in again, his tongue never stopping, not even once. you feel tears spring to your eyes because god, you feel so fucking good—who knew clay was this good at eating pussy?

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Masterlist

Collection of all my works so far for DreamSMP members. Feel free to send in requests 

💜 Fluff

💔 Angst

💧 Smut

Reactions/ How would they... (multiple members)

💧 Oral (Quackity, Georgenotfound, Dream, Sapnap)

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NSFW Oral - would they prefer giving or receiving?

Quackity- giving

He’s a giver, as much as he loves getting getting head from you. He loveeeesss eating you out! He loves to have you propped up, over his face. His mouth and chin absolutely soaking from the cum dripping out of your pussy and down his face. He starts with long, deep strokes from your pussy to your clit making you shake with need. “That’s is mi amoré, you’re doing so well baby. You gunna cum for me baby? Gunna come all over my face?” He sucks and licks your clit like a man starved, until you cum all over his face. He eats all of you up until there is nothing less. “You did so well baby”.

Georgenotfound- recieving.

He doesn’t mind going down on you, he actually quite likes it. But OMG, that boy is needyyyy. He’ll never admit it but you can get away with absolutely anything as long as you’ve just had your plump lips wrapped around his head. He likes to stand and look down on you as you slowly like a strip from the base of his cock right to the tip of his head. He shivers as you start kitten licking his big, pink cock and slowly wrap your lips around him. He lovesss being teased so the longer you play with him the more worked up he gets. “Please babe” he wines, until finally you take all of him in, deep throating him and chocking around his cock. “Ah, shit. Babe”. You’re eyes start watering but you don’t stop, feeling him in the back of your throat. He starts to thrust forward, you’re gagging, choking until he releases deep in your throat. You swallow around him like he likes, looking up with tears in your eyes. He thinks you look so beautiful like this, cum dripping out of the corner of your lips, panting, smiling up at him.

Dream- 69?

Clay loves both so why not do them at the same time? He loves the way he can just slide down your throat without hitting the back and you love how he feels eating you out from upside down. It’s the perfect position to have the two of you shaking with pleasure. He knows he can have you a moaning mess just by giving your pussy a little lick and he loves the way it feels to have you moaning on his dick. When it comes to 69ing he knows he has the upper edge. He’s focused on the task to make you a withering mess beneith him, whilst you’re an absolute mess. He knows the slicker, easier to fuck your mouth is, the closer you are to cumming. “Come on baby, I know you wanna. Let go for me”. You come all over him, moaning onto his dick making him reach his high too. You’re both messes,collapsing onto the couch, preparing yourselves for round 2.

Sapnap- receiving

I don’t think Nick is as needy as George and he will definitely take care of you later but for now He wants you on your knees, naked and chocking on his cock. He’s such a Dom, and you’re his little girl. You start of slow at first but after a while he’s pounding into you, “Yeah you like that baby girl?” Your eyes looking up at him, gasping for air but he knows you can take it. He grabs your hair, pulling it back so he can get a good grip of your head to push you further down onto him. You know exactly what to do as you hollow your cheeks and suck him until he’s a mess, spilling down your throat. “Ah shit, that was hot baby.” “I think I need to replay the favour.”

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Hey guys, any requests for dream smp imagines. Feel free to send requests

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Hey, so this is a page where ima start writing dream smp scenarios. Mostly quackity and George but feel free to send any requests 😊