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[sunniewr]

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[binibby]

i love when i can smell my perfume on myself like damn girl you smell delicious

[iluveunoia]

SZA

[bbunnytopia]

girls when nothing gets better

[dollsette]

Maybe something where sunghoon is giving reader back shots in their bedroom and its in front of a mirror they've been going for hours and it's just way to much for her she goes dumb basically and starts drooling and Hoon eventually puts her in a headlock and lifts her up so her back is against his chest and he gets a full body view of her. BIG DICK HOON + HOONCEPS (YUMMMYYYYY) 🗣️🗣️🗣️

HOONCEPS RAHHHH 🧎

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), mirror + rough sex, headlock, drooling, dumbification, dirty talk, mention of overstim

"look at you, baby," sunghoon grunted, snapping his hips into you from behind as you both faced the mirror, your body becoming more limp and weak from his deep thrusts. "so dumb for this dick, aren't you?"

you were unable to form a coherent response, lips parted, tongue threatening to hang out, drool slipping down your chin as your eyes fluttered shut.

the only sounds you could make were the soft, pathetic moans that escaped your lips every time his cock slammed into your overstimulated pussy.

"you like when i fuck this pussy stupid, yeah?" he murmured, watching the way your tits bounced with each thrust in the mirror, your whole body jolting along with it.

he let out a shaky breath before wrapping his muscular bicep around your throat, the other gripping your waist as he pulled your back to his chest and held one of your legs up to get better access to your pussy.

"look in the mirror," he hissed against your ear. "look how pretty you look on my cock."

you sobbed, mascara-smudged tears running down your cheeks as his thick cock fucked into you. the view in front of you was filthy—your forehead damp with sweat, lips glossy with spit, sunghoon's veiny arms flexing as he kept you steady.

"my dumb baby. this pussy's all mine."

[nicholasluvbot]

MAKE YOU WANNA KISS 𓂃 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌

ㅤㅤ― 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒.

𝑓. readerㅤ⋆ㅤ1341ㅤㅤ◜ᴗ◝ㅤㅤfluff est. relationship ❜ㅤㅤ─── censure kissing skinshipㅤㅤLOGS

骚人 : i miss dojaejung TT

PARK SUNGHO

sungho is just about to leave your place. slinging his bag over his shoulder, he turns to you, soft smile playing on his lips as he leans in to place a sweet goodbye kiss to your lips.

and you dodge.

he stops for a second, blinking at you like he miscalculated his own movement. then, with an amused chuckle, he leans in again.

and you dodge again.

he pulls away, brows raising slightly in disbelief before furrowing. “oh,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

you can’t even react before he places his hands on your hips firmly, pushing you back until you’re pressed against the door, one hand cradling the back of your head so that you don’t hurt yourself.

your breath catches as he leans in, gaze flickering to his lips. his lips are on yours immediately, kissing you slow and deep, fingers tightening at your waist as if to keep you from escaping again, as if he was reminding you what you were about to miss out on if you’d dodged one more time.

he pulls away and smirks at the dazed expression on your face. “cute,” he whispers, winking at you before slipping out the door.

you’re left standing there, completely dumbfounded and breathless.

LEE RIWOO

you dodge riwoo’s first kiss, and he just blinks at you with confusion. then he laughs it off, thinking it might’ve just been a coincidence.

but after a few more missed kisses, he places both hands on your shoulders and makes you face him. “alright, what’s up?”

you play innocent. “what do you mean?”

riwoo narrows his eyes before suddenly tugging you closer. his hands snake around your waist, keeping you in place, in close proximity with him.

he leans in slowly, lips lingering over yours. you tilt your head instinctively, anticipating the kiss—

and he pulls away.

his hands, which were just all over your body, are now tucked into his pockets as he turns around casually, whistling a tune.

your lips part in shock. “did you just—”

he tilts his head cockily, a teasing smirk on his lips. “what?”

you grab his collar, pulling him back in. “you—”

he rests his forehead against yours, still smirking. “feels unfair, huh?”

“no. you do not get to turn this on me.”

he just laughs, pecking your nose instead. “payback’s fun.”

MYUNG JAEHYUN

you’ve been ignoring jaehyun’s kisses all day. turning your head every time he leans in, making excuses—his lips landing either on your cheek, shoulder, or somewhere totally random every time he tries to steal a kiss.

at first, he pouts. then he starts laughing, thinking you’re just being playful. by the third time, his smile falters a little, but he doesn’t say anything.

by the end of the day, he’s sitting in a corner, looking down at his hands, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. one look at him and you immediately regret playing the stupid prank on him.

his usual bright eyes are filled with hesitance, and doubt.

“...do you hate me?” he asks softly.

your heart drops. “what?”

jaehyun bites his lip. “you’ve been ignoring me all day,” he whispers. “did i do something wrong?”

you feel so bad instantly. “oh, jaehyun…” you step closer, reaching for his hand, but he doesn’t move. you have to tiptoe and press a kiss to his cheek to get him to finally meet your eyes.

“i was just messing with you,” you explain.

his lips tremble slightly. “it wasn’t funny.”

you cup his face, pressing multiple kisses on his forehead until the furrow between his brows disappears. you then pull him in a warm hug, “i know, i’m sorry,” you murmur against his neck.

he melts instantly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you both down until you’re settled in his lap. “you owe me cuddles,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“i’ll cuddle you all night,” you promise.

and you do.

HAN TAESAN

the first time you dodge taesan’s kiss, he lets it slide. maybe you didn’t notice, maybe you moved by accident—he doesn’t think much of it.

the second time? he notices.

he doesn’t say anything, just pauses for a fraction of a second before shifting like nothing happened.

oh, so this is how it’s going to be, he thinks.

still, he doesn’t bring it up. he’s patient.

the next day, you’ve completely forgotten about your little game. taesan is sitting next to you, one arm lazily draped around the back of the couch, the other scrolling on his phone.

you lean in instinctively, pressing your hand against his jaw to pull him closer—

and he moves his face, dodging your kiss.

your lips land on empty air, and you freeze, confused. “huh?”

when you look at him, he’s staring back at you with a tiny, satisfied smirk.

“something wrong?” he asks, feigning innocence.

you squint at him, mouth agape, realization sinking in. “are you—”

he looks back at his phone, pretending to be deeply interested in whatever stupid video it’s showing. “hm?”

you grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. “han taesan.”

he’s smirking now, clearly enjoying himself. “yes?”

you glare before leaning in, attacking him with kisses all over his face—his nose, cheeks, forehead, jaw—everywhere until he’s a giggling mess in your arms.

“there,” you huff, “now we’re even.”

taesan shakes his head and tugs you closer again, his voice softer now. “not yet,” he mutters before finally kissing your lips properly.

KIM LEEHAN

the first time you dodge leehan’s kiss, he blinks in surprise but stays quiet.

the second time, his brows furrow slightly, and he studies you for a moment before shrugging it off.

by the third time, he catches on.

he doesn’t confront you right away. instead, he watches. observes. the way your eyes flicker mischievously before dodging, the way you try to hold back a smile—it’s a game.

and he lets you think you’re winning.

until later that evening, when you’re both sitting on the floor of his room, snacking and chatting about nothing in particular. he shifts a little closer, brushing his pinky gently against yours, and you don’t think much of it.

until, in one smooth motion, he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips before you can move away.

your breath catches.

before you can react, he tilts his head, trailing soft kisses along your cheeks, jaw, and down your neck. his kisses are slow, teasing, as if he’s savoring every second of the torment inside of you.

“you can’t avoid me forever,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and amused.

your heart stutters. “leehan—”

he finally pulls back, resting his head on your shoulder and gazing at you with soft eyes and a knowing smile. “done playing now?”

you huff, but your face is burning. “…maybe.”

leehan chuckles, leaning in again—this time, you don’t have it in yourself to dodge.

KIM WOONHAK

you’re lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, when woonhak shifts beside you, leaning in.

you turn your head, still focused on your screen.

a beat of silence.

then he talks about something else, acting like nothing happened. a few minutes later, he leans in again. and you dodge. again.

this time, he stops. blinks, lips slightly parted in shock. then, in one swift motion, he rolls over, pinning you down against the mattress.

you yelp in surprise. “woonhak—”

“dodging me?” he muses, fingers finding your sides. “that’s crazy.”

before you can utter another word, he starts tickling you mercilessly. you shriek, squirming, but he’s relentless, laughing as you gasp for air.

“say you won’t do it again,” he demands.

you’re laughing so hard, you can only gasp out, “woonhak, please st—”

“say it.”

“okay, okay. i won’t—”

he finally stops, letting you catch your breath. then, before you can complain, he leans down and presses soft, lingering kisses on your lips.

“you,” he murmurs, kissing you again, “are never allowed to do that again.”

you just hum, dazed. “okay.”

tags ( boynextdoor ) @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @chaeneu , @aloe-7 , @en-dream , @rizzkisworld , @cosmicwintr , @mydearyeseo , @ladyaida , @fae-renjun , @slytherinshua , @jjennuine , @amouriu , @i03jae , @kstrucknet , @k-films , @sgz-net

[sweetiechichi]

mattheo getting babydoll!reader ready for bed

“arms up.”

she blinks at him slowly, curled up on the edge of his bed in her tights and cardigan, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes.

“why?”

“because you said you were tired ten minutes ago, and you haven’t moved since.”

she yawns, rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand. “i was going to.”

he crouches in front of her, lifting the hem of her cardigan to pull it over her head. she raises her arms, sleepy and slow, letting him tug it off gently.

“you could help instead of bossing me around,” she mumbles.

“i am helping, baby.”

he grabs the oversized t-shirt from the foot of the bed--one of his--and pulls it over her head without asking. she doesn’t complain. she leans into him slightly, warm and soft, her hair falling forward as she wriggles into the shirt.

he smooths her hair back, quick and practiced, and brushes a few strands behind her ear.

“lie down,” he says, voice lower now. “i’ll take your tights off.”

“that’s very forward,” she mutters, but she’s already sliding down into the sheets.

he rolls his eyes “you say that like i haven’t already seen you here, just like this.”

“that was different,” she says, letting her eyes close as he pulls the blanket up over her. “i wasn’t wearing tights then.”

“not the part i noticed.”

she hums, content, and tucks herself into the pillow.

he dims the lamp and slips into bed a minute later, cigarette low between his lips, one hand trailing along her back, the other holding a book steady across his legs.

neither of them says anything after that.

she’s asleep before he can.

[dollishmehrayan]

someone had to say it…, predatory behavior is not a kink !! Just makes you a very disgusting person to romanticize or write about it you have 1000+ other topics to write about not reasons why diddy was convicted

[aeveil]

NOCTURNAL ★ yu jimin.

fic two of access all areas. — ꒰ series masterlist. ꒱

›››› in which the condo next door starts construction and your ac breaks the same week. the girl who fixes it is loud, rude, and definitely hot. and she has a very specific way of making it up to you for all the sleepless nights.

›››› featuring construction worker!g!p karina x fem!reader

›››› includes explicit smut! minors do not interact — strong language, dom!karina, bratty yn, dirty talk, oral (r receiving), light size kink, rough && messy sex, teasing, overstimulation, praise && degradation.

›››› word count 2.6k

( 🛠️ ) ⎯⎯ ari: this is the second oneshot of the access all areas series but you don’t have to read them in any specific order!

unfortunately, you have a problem. a very, very big problem. all of your mornings have started with the same exact involuntary alarm for the past four days. a bang then a drill. then what sounds like a steel pipe slamming into a wall directly behind your bed.

you groan, burying your face into your pillow.

it’s literally eight am on a monday. but the condo next door is under construction and whoever is in charge of it clearly hates you.

you stumble out of bed in your tank top and shorts, cranky and fully ready to fight. or at least threaten to sue someone’s ass.

you swing your front door open and march down the hall with your slippers on. your steps echo until you reach the open unit where a few workers are scattered inside, most of them ignoring you.

except her.

she’s at the center, dressed in cargo pants and a black tank top. a toolbelt is slung low on her hips, neck glistening with sweat. she wipes her hands on a rag before barking orders at someone. then she turns and sees you.

she pauses, cocking her head. her eyes drag down slowly then back up.

“you good?” she calls, voice rough from shouting over drills all day.

you fold your arms. “are you guys building a spaceship in here?”

“no?”

“then why the fuck is my wall shaking like it’s possessed?”

someone laughs behind her. she doesn’t.

she walks toward you, heavy boots clunking over the tile. her eyes flick toward your bare legs then back to your face.

“you live next door?”

you nod sassily. “unfortunately.”

she raises a brow, completely unfazed. “construction starts at eight. city orders. we’re following the rules.”

you huff. “i don’t give a shit about city orders. it’s too early.”

her lips twitch. there’s a flicker of amusement that fades as quickly as it came. she crosses her arms, muscles flexing as she glances down at your slippers.

“so set an alarm.”

“so build quieter.”

“we’re not hanging shelves, princess. we’re redoing the plumbing and rerouting half the wiring. we’ll be taking out some support beams, too. it’s gonna be loud.”

“did you just call me princess?”

she tilts her head. “should i have gone with sweetheart instead?”

you stare at her. she stares back.

it’s not exactly a fight, but it’s definitely not not a fight. you can feel the tension already. it’s hot and stubborn with something else underneath.

you scowl. “my sleep schedule is literally ruined.”

“sounds rough.”

you narrow your eyes. “and now my ac’s making a weird noise. probably because your alien spaceship project fucked up my whole wall.”

“really. maybe i should come check jt out.” she drags the rag down her neck.

“my ac?”

“your wall.” her tone is unreadable but her eyes are still locked onto yours. “might be connected to what we’re doing in here.”

you hesitate, lips parting. her gaze flicks down again.

“fine. try not to break something in my apartment.” you turn around and start walking, throwing a dramatic glance over your shoulder.

you don’t need to check if she’s following. you can hear her.

you bite your lip a little.

when you open the door to your condo, she walks in without asking. her eyes drag over your space then back to you.

“cute. little warm in here, though.” she says.

you roll your eyes. “told you the ac’s acting up.”

she hums and steps closer to the wall that connects to the neighboring unit. she runs her hand along it and taps it once with her knuckles.

then she turns to you.

“i might need to check it from the inside too. could be a leak or a crack in the wall.” she unclips something from her belt like she’s not staring at you in your little tank and shorts.

“that’s not an excuse to snoop.”

she cocks her head. “you inviting me in wasn’t an invitation to look around?”

you stare while she smirks at you.

and that’s when the ac clicks again.

“see? you guys definitely messed something up.” you complain.

she walks over, stopping close and leans in to look at the vent. her shoulder brushes yours.

“maybe. or maybe this thing just can’t handle a little work. sound familiar?” she turns her head, breath brushing your cheek.

“excuse me?”

she doesn’t respond, moving past you again. she glances towards the hallway like she’s assessing the entire blueprint in her mind.

“i’ll take a closer look after lunch. don’t touch anything.”

you scoff. “lunch? so i have to deal with you assholes being loud and my ac being broken?”

she pauses in the doorway, turning back to face you.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll take care of it real nice.” her eyes drag over you one more time.

then she’s gone, door shutting behind her.

you stand there for a second. and then your ac hisses.

you fan yourself.

───────────────────────

you hear the knock again ten minutes later. when you open the door, she’s got a black case in one hand and a water bottle in the other. her gloves are back on, jaw clenched.

but she’s changed now.

she’s wearing navy blue coveralls and they’re unzipped halfway, sleeves tied around her waist. you see the same black tank top clinging to her chest underneath.

“uniform change?”

“didn’t wanna get anything on your pretty little floor.”

you just stare at her.

“move.” she walks in past you.

“you’re so polite.”

“mm.” she glances back, eyes dragging slowly over your body.

you roll your eyes.

she ignores you, setting the case down with a thud and kneeling beside your bedroom vent. “hold that for me.”

“am i your assistant now?” you mutter but do it anyway, holding the edge as she reaches into her kit.

you watch the way her forearms flex under the tight fit of her tank top and the way her fingers work. it feels like she could take apart a whole building and put it back together easily.

“flat one.” she says, not looking up.

you pass her the tool slower than necessary. “say please.”

she looks at you, dark eyes gleaming. “you want this fixed or not?”

you shut up. but only because the way she’s crouched like that is enough of a distraction.

after a few more tools and some muttered curses under her breath, she straightens up, brushing her hand down her thigh and wiping her jaw with a cloth.

“done.” she says, turning to face you fully.

“already?”

“vent was loose. i tightened the mount and cleaned out the filter. cool air should flow better now.”

your eyebrows knit, still trying not to stare at the sweat sliding down her neck.

“thank you?”

she glances up at you from where she’s still crouched by the vent, hand dragging along her jaw before tossing the rag aside. “don’t you think i deserve compensation?”

you fold your arms slowly, letting your hip cock to the side. “for fixing the problem you caused?”

“for doing it right.” her voice drops. “and for being on my knees for twenty minutes.”

you smirk. “you want a tip or something?”

her gaze drags up your bare legs again, eyes settling on the curve of your mouth. “i’ll take whatever you give me.”

you tilt your head. “is that so?”

she nods once, resting her arms on her bent knees like she’s comfortable down there. “you’re already standing there looking at me like you wanna do more than just say thank you.”

you scoff. “you’re really bold for someone who just fixed a vent.”

“you’re really bold for someone who can’t even sleep through a little noise.”

your lips part with a smart retort on the tip of your tongue, but her hand moves to your ankle slowly. her fingers brush against your skin and the words fumble.

you clear your throat. “you trying to flirt with me or pick a fight?”

“maybe both. depends on what you’ll let me win.” she says, thumb dragging lazily along your calf.

your breath hitches. her eyes flick up instantly, catching it.

you nudge her shoulder with your leg. “i’m not that easy.”

her fingers tighten slightly. “you don’t look easy.”

“you still owe me for waking me up.”

“wanna tie the score?”

“sure. on your knees seems like a good start.” you murmur, lifting your chin.

she exhales through her nose. it’s a quiet little laugh, but it’s not amused. more interested. or maybe hungry.

“you sure about that, princess? i don’t like leaving things half done.” she says, tugging you just a little closer by the backs of your legs. her head tilts up slowly.

you open your mouth, maybe to sass her or tell her yes, but the way she’s looking at you makes your breath catch again.

“that a yes?” she says in a raspy voice. her hand slides a little higher, palm warm against your skin.

“what if it is?”

her eyes flash, then she leans in.

her mouth finds your thigh slowly, pressing a kiss just above your knee, then higher. she drags her lips up your skin like she’s savoring it, other hand splaying across your calf to keep you still.

“mm. you’re still warm here.” she hums against your inner thigh, close but not nearly close enough.

“shut up.” you mutter, voice cracking a little.

she chuckles before kissing higher. her breath ghosts along the edge of your shorts and then her fingers hook the waistband, pulling them down.

“enjoying the view?”

“no panties? i will be.” she murmurs before pressing her mouth between your thighs.

she kisses you once, right on your clit, and then lets her tongue drag through your folds.

“fuck. knew you’d taste like this.” she breathes against you.

your stomach tightens. you open your mouth to say something smart but she licks up again, and this time her tongue is messier.

you gasp. “shit—”

her tongue moves in steady circles, other hand grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. her lips wrap around your clit, sucking slowly.

you arch, hand flying to her hair.

she groans into your cunt, mouth never leaving it. “don’t run now, princess.”

“who’s running? you’re the one acting like you’re starving.” you pant, hips twitching.

she grins with her mouth still on you and then sucks harder. your legs shake.

“fuck, fuck, wait—” you whimper.

her tongue slides lower, dipping into your entrance and dragging back up. she spits then licks it back up slowly, chin soaked.

you gasp, back hitting the wall behind you.

she mouths at your clit again, fast and harsh. “thought you were mad about your vent.”

you roll your eyes even though you’re already moaning.

“you’re so cocky— fuck— i hate you.” you cry out as her tongue drags up your folds.

“no you don’t. you’re fucking soaked.” she slides one hand around your thigh, tracing your hip with her thumb.

“maybe i’m just bored.”

“mm. guess i’ll have to keep you entertained, then.”

you cry out with shaking thighs, breath catching as your head drops back.

she groans when you grind into her mouth, like she’s getting off on just devouring you.

then she lifts her head, eyes glazed. “you gonna cum for me?”

you nod, too breathless to speak.

“use me. ride it.” she mutters, mouth dragging back down.

you ride her face, soaking her mouth as your moans get higher and more desperate, each cry more broken than the last.

“oh my god— oh my god, i’m gonna—”

you cum hard and messy all over her mouth, thighs clamping around her head and she just moans louder like this is what she wanted. like this is what she earned.

she licks you through it. but she doesn’t stop.

your legs nearly buckle. your body shakes.

“fuck!” you gasp, trying to squirm away.

“uh uh. not done yet.” she rasps.

“s-shit—” her tongue flicks faster.

you moan helplessly, thighs twitching. “you’re— fuck— you’re crazy—”

“yeah? still bored, princess?” she mutters, grinning against you.

you don’t answer. you can’t.

she finally pulls away, kissing your clit once just to make you shudder. you nearly collapse.

she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dragging up your trembling body.

“told you. i don’t leave shit half done.” she mutters.

you’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling fast.

but then you feel her hand sliding up your leg as she stands.

“fuck.” you breathe out, still dazed.

“turn around. hands on the wall.” her voice is lower than before.

you obey without any thought, palms flat against the cool surface. she leans in behind you, chest flush to your back, and you feel her cock pressing against your ass. the rough material of her coveralls rubs against your thighs as she grinds into you.

your breath stutters. “you’re hard already?”

“been hard.” she grabs your hips and rolls into you slowly, letting you feel just how big she is.

you gasp. “you—”

“you gonna take it?” her voice is a low whisper against your ear.

you grind back into her impatiently. “stop fucking talking.”

she chuckles darkly. “thought you’d never shut up.”

she slides her uniform and boxers down, freeing herself with a sound you can only assume is relief.

then she slides her tip between your folds, dragging it through your wetness to tease your entrance.

“soaked for me. fuck. you feel that?” she murmurs, pushing in just an inch. you gasp at the stretch.

“yes— shit, yes—” your forehead drops to the wall.

she slides in deeper and deeper. your legs shake. “god— you’re—”

“big? you’re taking it.” she finishes, teeth grazing against your shoulder.

you whimper, arching into her. “fuck, you’re so cocky.”

she thrusts in the rest of the way and you choke on a moan.

“and you love it.”

she starts to move slow and deep, grinding into you like she’s trying to make you feel every inch.

“listen to you. already whining.” she mutters, hips slapping against yours.

“shut— up—” you gasp, words breaking with each thrust.

she laughs into your neck, fucking you harder. her length drags against every sensitive spot inside of you. “say it again. say how good i feel.”

you groan, face hot, cunt fluttering around her. “you— fuck— you feel so good—”

“mm, i know.” she pulls out almost fully before slamming back in. her hand suddenly tangles in your hair, tugging your head back so her lips can graze your ear.

your knees nearly buckle. “oh my god—”

she grabs your waist tighter with her other hand. “you’re gripping me, princess.”

her pace quickens, fucking you against the wall with loud, wet slaps. your moans get higher.

“you gonna cum again?” she asks, fingers digging into your hips like she owns you.

“shit, yes— don’t stop—”

“mouthy little brat begging for it.”

“you were the one on your knees—”

she fucks you harder at that and you cry out.

“and now you’re the one dripping all over me. fuck—“ she groans.

her hand slides around, fingers finding your clit. “cum for me, princess.”

your legs tremble, head falling forward as your body starts to tighten.

“i got you. come on. make a mess.”

you clench down hard, back arching as your second orgasm hits you like a wave. your eyes screw shut.

she fucks you through it, praising low moans into your neck. “that’s it. that’s my girl.”

you’re gasping and clenching around her as she finally groans, hips stuttering.

“gonna fill you up. you want that?” she pants.

you nod, too fucked out to speak.

she cums with a moan, buried inside you, hips jerking as she holds you close.

and for a second, the only sound is your breathing.

then she kisses your shoulder.

“ac fixed.”

“fuck you.” you say weakly.

she grins into your neck. “you did.”

[sunniewr]

𝗍𝗂𝗃𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗵꯭⍺𝗌⠀⠀♡ི݂֯⠀⠀(๑´ㅂ๑)⠀⠀𓇼𝄒᮫⠀⠀🍈 ᪲᪲⠀⠀♪࿔

⠀🌾🕰ི⠀⠀𝖽𝖾⠀⠀｡𝗉𝗈࣮ฯ꯭𝖼ִֶָ𝖾𝗅⍺𝗇⍺,⠀⠀𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗏⍺𝗇𝗂⍺𝗇𝗌

(ㅅ´ ˘ )🪵 ᪲᪲⠀⠀&⠀⠀𓂂♡ׄ⠀⠀𝗅⍺𝗀𝗎᪶𝗂𝗇𝗵꯭𝗈࣮𝗌⠀⠀ྀིིི⠀(𝖼ִֶָ𝗈࣮𝗆)

⑅𝄒᮫⠀⠀𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗵꯭⍺⠀⠀꣑࿔⠀⠀୨⠀⠀꣒ི⠀⠀𝗀⍺ฯ꯭𝗈࣮𝗍⍺⠀⠀︵⏜

[tsuchigomu]

Seriously. I love 2009 simon riley so much. I love his droopy blue eyes, his cursing, his voice, his youthfulness, his baclava and sunglasses. everything about him screams biker boyfriend. He deserves so much more attention… HIS BLUE EYES ARE SO……. not to mention he looks adorably high. Maybe i’m just a sicko for droopy eyes. HE LOOKS SO TIRED! They remind me of a puppy and i’m not sure if i’m going crazy or what. HE’S JUST SO ADORABLE DAWG I CANT…beefy ghost is cute too, but 09 ghost js gives me the tall handsome, well-built biker boy. Why did they have to do him like that bro…. (Pics not mine)

[whorelaud]

౨ৎ ── rafe cameron masterlist ˖ ݁ . こ

ᰍ ˚ ₊ ‧ series ⌇﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ off limits series masterlist

⤿ wrong number, loser

01 -> 02

ᰍ ˚ ₊ ‧ oneshots ⌇﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ kissing you numb; babysitting sarah's baby wasn't a problem for you, not when her attractive uncle was around to keep you company, making it extremely hard for you to do your job.

⤿ untouchable; rafe guides you through your first masturbation after you told him you've never touched yourself before, his offer tempting you in ways you've never experienced before. your curiosity grows as well as your desire, leading to an intimate moment that changed things between you two.

⤿ possessive; rafe only realizing he's head over heels for you after you give up on getting him to like you, and move on to someone else. jealousy overrules his resist to give you space, eventually confronting you about the situation.

⤿ please you; rafe feels the need to please you after he discovers his father wasn't sexually satisfying you, taking it for granted to fulfill his own filthy desires.

⤿ blurring the line; bsf!rafe slips it in during a gathering

⤿ destroy me on camera; rafe finger fucking you for you OF content, not because he's been dying to lay his hands on you, and carress every curve of your body, after only being able to admire such view through the screen.

ᰍ ˚ ₊ ‧ drabbles ⌇﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ rafe letting reader ride him because he loves pleasing his sweet, innocent girl

⤿ loser!bf!rafe getting jealous after he discovers you have another man's name as your phone password

⤿ fwb!rafe practically pleading to fuck you; even if it means doing it in the middle of the library

⤿ bf!rafe making it up to his stubborn girlfriend

⤿ reader doing the ‘he’s the best big brother ever’ trend on bf!rafe

⤿ reader thinks rafe cancelled their new year's plans, nearly melting upon discovering the surprise he prepared for her

⤿ pornstar!rafe fucking staff!reader in the bathroom during filming break 

ᰍ ˚ ₊ ‧ smaus ⌇﹒⪩⪨﹒

⤿ texts between you and bf!rafe

⤿ texts between you and bf!rafe pt 2

⤿ texts between you and bsf!rafe

[abbysdollie]

Rough sex with Ellie!

Rough sex with Ellie won! So I finished it, I’m like half drunk so sorry if this is ASS! Okay bye bye enjoy!

CW: mean!Ellie. Slapping (ass and face). Degradation (whore, slut). Breathe play. Umm strap on sex!!

!! Minors do not interact !!

Ellie came home pissed, instead of her usual greeting of “Hi, baby,” the door slams open, and you hear shoes and a bag slam against the wall. Getting up from the couch, you go and check, there stands Ellie, a crease in her brow and a frown on her face.

“Ellie h-“ before you could finish your sentence, she cut you off.

“Don’t. Go get me a glass of whisky now.” You wanted to protest, but you shut right up when you saw the mean look on her face. Nodding, you pour her a glass of her favourite and bring it over to her. She snatched the glass out of your hand and chugged it like nothing. Now you find yourself face down ass up as Ellie is ramming her middle and ring finger into your tight sopping hole.

“Ugh— els please— uh uh—“ that’s all you can get out before she slaps your left asscheek hard. Ellie’s fingers are relentless you feel euphoric. She rips another orgasm out of you, and you collapse on the bed panting. You don’t feel Ellie getting off the bed and getting the strap and cuffs.

Once she’s all settled and ready, Ellie manhandles you onto your back and puts the cuffs on you. She smirks as you let out a whine, lining herself up with your entrance she thrusts right in.

“Uh—uh, els!! Fuck!“ Your eyes roll back and your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as she keeps thrusting into you, showing no signs of stopping. You don’t even notice her hand come down hard on your face, she slapped you, and she keeps on slapping your face. “Ellie —ah, els!!” Your little pleas fall on deaf ears, her hands grab onto your nipples, and she pinches hard, super hard. You arch off the bed, but she pays no mind. 

“Shut up, slut, you can handle it.” Her voice makes you flinch, but God, do you love when she gets like this. Her hands grip onto your hips super hard, nails digging into your side, and she’s thrusting harder, her fingers come down into your sensitive swollen bud, and she’s rubbing, her other hand goes up and around your neck, where she starts squeezing hard. You feel that coil build up, but at the same time you’re struggling to breathe. You try to get her to let go, but she doesn’t.

“Cum f’me and I’ll let you breathe, yeah, my little whore?” The look in her eyes is mean and sadistic, like she’s enjoying this (she definitely is). You’re getting closer, and black spots cloud your vision. You can’t breathe, Right as you started slipping out, you feel that sweet release and cum hard. Ellie lets go and watches you spasm and yell out.

“Ahh, fuck— daddy! Fuck—“ You calm down after a couple of minutes and look up at Ellie, who now has her strap off and looks at you and smirks.

“You can give me another one, right?”

Taglist 🧸: @abbysluckycharm @tojisbestslut @h2pinky @hyperbabes @elsroseytoy @2ftall @graciedollie @lambcultist @l0veylace @yunaversalluv @jumiinx @shanesevikasfuckdoll + let me know if you wanna be added or I forgot you!!

[dollsette]

so uhm... reader's sensitive hurting nipples because her period is coming... cutie boyfie hee's mouth... gulps...

gulps i need this

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!), nipple play/sucking, pet names, oral fixation

your period hasn't started yet, but your nipples were puffy and way too sensitive, heeseung noticing how you squirm and whimper every time the fabric of your shirt grazes over them.

"does it hurt, baby?" he asked, fingers sliding under your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your bare and plush breasts. "let me help, hm?"

you nodded, laying back flat against the bed as he hovered over your chest, pressing wet, slow kisses on the soft flesh that trailed to your swollen nipples.

his lip brushed over the sensitive bud before his warm tongue flicked over it, pulling a soft moan from your lips. he sucked lightly, just enough to make you whine, squeezing and massaging your breast while his mouth worked on your nipple.

"feels good, angel?" heeseung muttered against your skin, already hard in his sweatpants. "could suck on these all day."

you nodded fast, fingers curling in his hair. his sucks grew a little harder as he switched to the other nipple—just enough to have wetness pooling between your thighs.

his tongue swirled around the peaked, puffy buds, lips wrapping around them one more time before pulling off with a wet pop. your chest was heaving from the slight sting but overwhelming pleasure, eyes glassy as he moved up to press a kiss to your lips.

[nicholasluvbot]

ㅤ✴ㅤ𝖲𝖮 𝗂𝖭 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤ㅤ:ㅤ𝖧𝖨𝖱𝖮𝖳𝖠 𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖨

❪ 𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝗂𝖲 ❫ 宏田力 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ 600 ✧ 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⸝⸝ 𝗐. ──── 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 🗯ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒 :𝗉

he randomly wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying slightly. he doesn’t say anything—just holds you like he needs to recharge. if you try to move, his grip tightens just a little. “don’t leave just yet,” he murmurs close to your ear, voice soft enough to make your heart melt.

he swears he’s not the jealous type, but the moment someone else makes you laugh a little too hard, he’s suddenly right next to you, head resting on your shoulder, a stupidly adorable pout on his lips. he just stares at you like a kicked puppy until you finally give him all your attention. and when you do, he gets oddly sassy, lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, now you wanna talk to me?”

he loves kissing you so much. slow, lazy kisses when you're tangled on the couch without a care in the world. rushed, breathless kisses when he’s missed you too much to be patient. teasing kisses where he pulls away just as you lean in for more, grinning at your frustration before finally giving in.

you’re his personal pillow. he never misses a chance to lay his head on your shoulder, lap, tummy—anywhere. whether you're on the bed, the couch, or lying on the floor just because, he’ll crawl over and settle his head on your stomach, arms wrapped around your waist. sometimes he just listens to your breathing, other times he absentmindedly presses soft kisses to your skin. if you run your fingers through his hair, he’ll sigh in contentment, nuzzling closer.

his closet is basically yours. he doesn’t even pretend to be annoyed when you steal his hoodies, just grins when he sees you drowning in the fabric after he gets home from work. “you know, you could just ask me to hug you instead.” but the moment you wear one of his shirts to bed? it’s over for him. he stares at you like you hung the stars before pulling you into his arms, lips brushing against your forehead. “yeah, you’re never giving this back.”

the second he sees you upset, everything else fades into the background. whatever he was doing—texting, cooking, playing a game—forgotten in an instant. he pulls you onto his lap without a word, arms wrapping around you tightly as he presses soft kisses along your temple, your cheek, the corner of your lips. “what’s wrong, baby?” his voice is low, gentle, laced with concern. but before you can even answer, he’s already on a mission to cheer you up—peppering kisses all over your face, nuzzling into your neck, whispering silly things just to hear you laugh. and when you finally do—when that giggle slips out despite yourself—he grins, triumphant, holding you even closer. “there it is,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “my favorite sound.”

he always needs to have you close, no matter where you are. his hand resting on your thigh absentmindedly when you're sitting together, thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. his fingers brushing against yours under the table, hooking your pinkies together. if you're walking side by side, his hand naturally finds the small of your back, guiding you gently through crowds.

when you're with friends, he’s just as clingy—an arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you close as he leans in to whisper something just for you. if you tease him about it, he just smirks, squeezing your waist. “what? can’t help it,” he shrugs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and to him, it is.

‎ ‎     • 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 🗯 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 ───── 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ˆᗜˆ

tags @voikiraz , @coquettejunnie , @hanninova , @aloe-7 , @rizzkisworld , @lune-net , @k-films , @sgz-net , @kstrucknet