#i just can't wrap my head around the way people have gotten sucked into insane streams of propaganda just bc of Respectability Politics

[sapphire-weapon]

look at the year on that

does anyone have these guys' contact info bc i'd like to ask them for lottery numbers

[enbyzombies2]

thoughts on ageplay with ford (him as baby)? saw some of your work and wanted to ask if thats a cool kink 👉👈

(holds you by the shoulders) anon. you have no idea what you've just unleashed. or maybe you do, i don't exactly keep my non-fandom nsfw blog secret or anything

i realize after typing everything that you probably just wanted confirmation that it was ok to talk about here but. uh. i'm insane.

mdni pls this will already be getting me shit for the subject matter alone. everything going under the cut because. well.

idrk how to start, so i'm just going to jump into some random thoughts and expand upon them from there, and hope i get some kind of mild analysis out of it like i try to do with these kinds of asks :P

i don't think, at least at first, ford is necessarily into the actual infantilism part- as in, i don't think he's exactly into like. pacifiers and diapers and baby talk and shit. he's more into the mental aspect of it- the idea of being treated as something widely regarded as lesser, ie, a baby. it's humiliating and disrespectful, and there's something about being treated that way that's kind of appealing, especially when it's one-sided. by which i mean when his partner(s) treat him like he's not just stupid, but like he can't be expected to be anything else, because he's *just a baby*. he protests this and lets them know just how offended he is by this notion, but it's so easy to just go "yeah?" and pinch his cheek or ruffle his hair and move on, watch him flounder and fluster about it. after enough teasing, it's hard to keep pretending he's not extremely riled up by it all, and harder to avoid your knowing gaze

that said, there's nothing cuter in my mind than dressing ford up in some comfy little pjs- that could maybe be passed off for ones a regular well-adjusted adult would wear, if it weren't for the pacifier clip attached to them and dangling from the pacifier he's lazily sucking on- and laying his head on your chest and cuddling him close with a soft blanet wrapped around you two while humming a little tune or whispering little praises and sweet nothings as he drifts off in your arms, safe and comfortable- something he hasn't gotten the luxury of feeling for a long time. there's something to be said for the safety of being able to be vulnerable like this with someone you trust, someone you know won't hurt you and will love you all the same. it's especially healing for someone who had a rough childhood and rarely got to feel this way back then, only getting to do it now

that's all to say that he gets into the idea of pacifiers and diapers and baby talk and shit pretty easily. it gets him in a nice headspace and makes him feel very safe and comfy- plus, have you ever used a pacifier as an adult? ultimate stim toy.

get him some footie pjs or onesies with astronaut or dinosaur or other childish science-y patterns and he'll melt

he probably loses words/goes mute when he's young enough, super shy and nervous. he just wants to do his puzzles and read the books he would've been reading at that age (which you'd think would be like. unconductive to his little space- who the hell's baby is reading about quantum mechanics??- but ford was doing much more at actually that age, so he's compromising here). which is fine! it's not hard to keep an eye on him when he's like this, nor is it hard to sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist and give him a big hug- or attack him with tickles if that's more your style- until he's in your arms all soft and sweet

ford's also probably into the ab/dl bondage stuff- the hand mittens, the pacifier gags, the crib restraints. all the better to be forced into little space with, my dear. he fights it and cries the whole time- as if he wasn't pointing out the ones he'd prefer while you were browsing for them online 🙄

ford isn't always a *baby*, i don't think. people tend to forget that ageplay isn't specifically about infantilism, it can be just about any age. maybe i wanna be a hot cougar for a night. what i'm trying to say is that there's some substance to playing with the idea of ford playing that snotty little teenager constantly getting in trouble for being smarter than his teachers and playing pranks on kids that bully him and his brother

^ ford could get into teacher/student roleplay, under the right circumstances and scene parameters. imagining him doing those basic math (basic addition+subtraction type of stuff) worksheets and praising him for getting the answers right with a big gold star for each one

stuffed animals......... that's all, i just think ford needs some plushies. the build a bear axolotl... AND all those silly monster plushies. he would scoff and critique their anatomy but he still snuggles up with them when he needs something to hold onto or feel the softness under his fingers

he's reluctant to call you mommy/daddy/etc at first, but you just know he wants to soooo bad, his dignity just won't let him :( you've gotta get him real worked up, enough that it just comes slipping out in between pleas for mercy/to keep going/to let him cum.. he's so embarrassed, but it's all worth it for the way you praise him and do exactly what he asked

ford's a bit of a brat all the time, but i think he would have fun doing it in little space, because the punishments are fun and the way you respond to his bratting is different than when he's playing himself. he's a good boy most of the time, but sometimes it's fun to be talked to in that stern tone and threatened with a mouth-washing with soap and a spanking

does ford try to reenact/relive/reimagine (i forgor the right word. none of these are correct but i can't remember!! monkey sitting at computer "i don't knowww" .png) his childhood through this kind of play? maybe a little bit.

did you know that breastfeeding was really uncommon back in the 50s-60s, so ford was likely fed formula growing up and has never been breastfed? i just thought that was interesting .png

ford is. reluctant to use a diaper at first. that's too far, that's crossing a line, that's utterly *degrading*. like okay, you don't have to. but he keeps going on about how he's absolutely not going to do that and it's disgusting and awful for you to even suggest such a thing. boy, who are you trying to convince; me or you?

either way, he uses it and is ashamed of how much he likes it. many such fic wips about this in my notes app. it's just. the fabric/cotton is soft and cozy against his intimates, and it feels really nice... in innocent and sexual ways,.

[fuwaprince]

I’m really glad you’re here still. It sucks that things haven’t gotten better for you, I’m sorry about that. Would it be okay if I sent you some money on PayPal? I still have yours I think. I wish I could help more, I’d be happy to help you. I missed you too.

It's always good to hear from you friend 🫂💓 I missed you too but figured it would be best to disappear for a bit. Update: My housemates have been mean. People at school have also been so mean to the point that I've had to let my new dept know that the bullies from my old classes are following me to my new ones and sitting in pretending to attend just to torment me more (insane how these people do all this for free but I know phobias of all kinds run deep). I don't really know what i'm doing besides slowly chugging along. Nothing I do is enough- literally. And when it is- people move the carpet so that I can't catch success. I talk to people who are in better positions (who have a job, parents who loan them $, a car, etc) who still can't see it working out for them either. An apartment for me just feels like an unattainable dream!!! I seriously do think it's about time I get my own place away from people who hate/mistreat me. My health is declining a lot because of the self imprisoning. I refuse to be tormented by people here so I just starve and dehydrate myself every day until people go to sleep. It isn't healthy. None of this is. If I told you there was a little lump on my chest that hurts and hasn't gone away I would just be complaining about something I wouldn't even bother getting checked out. I have given up in so many ways. Just dangling onto life by threads because I don't want to give any hateful asshole the satisfaction of literally tormenting me to death. I'm saving every single penny I possibly can for the next chance I have to leave this place. Who knows when that would ever be. Maybe years. It shouldn't be this hard but it is for me and it's such a nasty cycle to be in. I need to move to be safe but I need a job to move but I need to be safe to keep a job. I'll do anything to get a place of my own at this point. I want safety. I want the freedom to enjoy leisure time. I want the freedom to not be harassed and tormented for choosing to go downstairs to eat. I want to be able to eat without being judged. Get me away from constant shaming. I'm sad. Extremely sad and I've learned how hateful people can be. I can't wrap my head around why anybody would be like this but oh well. It's not my job to understand. Just my job to survive by any means. If you'd like to help by donating still, please do. I haven't gotten myself to where I can keep begging for help. I need to recover. I need a break from day in and day out misery. I feel extremely stuck here. If I had a break, I would cry and fight myself on coming back. I don't want to be here anymore. I know you're glad that I am but I am not glad about it at all... It's still good to hear from you. I hope you've been taking good care of yourself and staying healthy 🫂

[juyeoniemyhoney]

make you feel my love

Losing means nothing to Ishikawa when he has you.

pairing: ishikawa yuki x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: i don’t think there’s any!

word count: 2074 words

A/N: i honestly dont know who wants to read this but im just gonna post it anyways HAHA so here all you ishikawa simps pls enjoy<3

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It all happens at once.

The noise— screams of all pitches and encouragements of all sorts, forming a raucous cacophony in the large gymnasium— halts almost immediately; like a vacuum has sucked it all up and the only thing that is left is an eerie stillness as everyone waits in antsy anticipation for the player to serve.

And then he is running up, throwing the ball great lengths into the air and jumping to meet it halfway, hitting the ball with such force and determination you can almost feel the impact yourself. The ball hurtles through the air and crosses the net with such speed you almost don't see it.

But the Japanese team does. Their libero, Yamamoto, crosses the court in a flash and bumps the ball up so high up it gives his teammates half a second to breathe before they are rushing to connect it, the setter, Sekita, tossing the ball higher in the air for Ishikawa to hit it.

The tall Brazilians loom over him like a curse, like bad karma, as determined as the Japanese are, but not nearly as desperate. Ishikawa does not mind them and he bravely hits the ball with as much strength as his worn out body allows him, sending every last bit of energy into this spike, hoping, praying, practically begging for it to work, for the ball to hit the other side of the court with such violence that the Brazilians would not be able to even react before it hits the floor.

The next thing you know, the ball hits the hands of the Brazilians and is spindling down towards the floor at breakneck speed. Yamamoto, Sekita and Ishikawa (when he lands), all throw themselves to the floor in a desperate bid to save it, to not let it touch the floor, to not let all their hard work be washed down into a drain. But to no avail.

The ball hits the floor with a resounding thud. The whistle blows and all at once, the Brazilian supporters leap from their seats and yell and scream and shout with unadulterated joy. Because they have won! They have won the game! And the Japanese have lost. The Japanese team and their supporters are quiet in the wake of their loss. You do not move, almost as if if you did, the bleachers would crack open, the earth beneath the gymnasium would cave in and you would be falling to the floor, through the soil and to the core of the earth.

The three men lift themselves up from the floor with the weight of defeat on their shoulders and their teammates pat their backs silently, looking solemn but trying to be as encouraging as possible. The team gathers at the end line of the court and another whistle blows, signalling both teams to bow. When Ishikawa's eyes hit the floor, so do the tears.

He cries in silent agony, somehow feeling like it is all his fault. He is the captain, he should have led them better than this. He is the ace, he should have been able to hit pass those blocks. He knew hitting hard was risky, he should have been more careful. He should have moved faster, reacted faster, gotten to the ball faster. He should have been sharper, more alert, better. He should have been better.

His teammates shed a few tears too, but not quite nearly as much as Ishikawa. It's unrelenting— his tears. It doesn't want to stop, even when Ishikawa roughly wipes at his eyes in frustration, desperately wanting the raw showing of emotion to stop. Everyone can see him cry in this moment and he hates it.

When Ishikawa and his team begin to move off the court, is when you break from your stunned daze. Quite frankly, you were shocked speechless. You knew Brazil was a tough opponent but your faith in your boys would always trump any form of doubt. You knew they could do it. You knew they would be able to do it. Until they didn't.

You do not see the tears from quite so far away, but when you do, you are ripping yourself from your seat with such great speed, the people around you jump in surprise. You do not care, you do not even really notice before you are sprinting down the stairs, leaping from each flight, ignoring the desperate calls of your best friend and the shocked expressions directed at you as you race to the exit of the court.

"Ishikawa Yuki!" you yell just in case you don't catch them in time. You know you could just call him or meet him at his house but you came as a surprise, and though you'd wish you could surprise him after his victory, you think that surprising him and being able to comfort him in his loss will mean just as much.

At the sound of your voice, his head whips around, eyes wide in shock as he desperately searches the people for your face, eyes glassy with unshed tears and vision slightly blurry. You jump off the rest of the stairs, running to him with flailing arms. And when Ishikawa sees you, you swear you see his lips pout, eyes glossing over as tears run down his face.

You grin and run to him and he drops everything, his water bottle, his towel, his jacket, everything, so that he can hold his arms open for you to run into and give him a big hug. And you do exactly that. You run straight into his arms, wrapping your arms around his torso and shoving your face into his chest, not caring at all that he is drenched in sweat (and possibly tears), not caring at all that almost the whole gymnasium full of people can see the two of you have such an intimate moment, not caring at all because Ishikawa Yuki, the love of your life, is in tears and you have to do everything in your power to stop that.

Ishikawa's arms wrap around you too, holding you so tight and dear to him, you swear the both of you stop breathing. And with you in his arms, he finally crumbles to the floor, tears spilling from his eyes and sobs escaping his throat in ugly, high-pitched hiccups. But he doesn't care, you don't care, he's safe as long as you're here.

"When did you get here? I thought you were only going to touchdown tomorrow," he whispers in between sobs, his shaking, swollen hand coming up to your hair and entangling his fingers with the strands messily. You pull away slightly and pull Ishikawa down so that your chin rests on his shoulder and he can bury his face into your neck, your hand coming up to his sweaty hair to run your fingers through the corse, tangled strands as Ishikawa continues to cry in your arms. This position is so incredibly uncomfortable. After all, Ishikawa is insanely tall and the top of your head doesn't even really reach his neck, and you're sure Ishikawa's back is going to hurt a little later but he doesn't seem to mind at all at the position change, indulging in you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck, hot breaths that tickle your skin, coming out in pants as he struggles to control his sobs.

"I wanted to surprise you," you say with a fond smile, the hand that was idle on his back coming up to send a wave to his teammates when your eyes meet, even sending one to his coach, who just smiles bitterly at you. His teammates send you rueful smiles and thumbs-ups of approval before they make their way back to the locker rooms, leaving you and Ishikawa to continue embracing at the exit of the court.

Ishikawa lets out a tearful laugh, saying, "Well, I'm surprised alright. I was just thinking about you when you called my name. I almost thought I was seeing things.".

You laugh but do not reply, allowing a comfortable silence to take over as Ishikawa lets all his emotions out in the form of hot, regretful tears. Your hand continues to soothe him with pats and strokes to his back and your hand remains in his hair. Ishikawa's large hands fist your shirt at your waist as his tears and sweat seep into your shirt. You don't mind. Of course, if this were anyone else you would. But this is Ishikawa Yuki, and you love him more than anything else in this world.

"You played so well," you whisper after a while of silence. You can feel Ishikawa wanting to pull away from you but you do not allow him, knowing full well that he wants to pull away to argue with you, to debunk your words with his incessant humility, so you do not allow him. You do not allow him to deny himself the praise he very much deserves because he's worked hard for this, no matter the outcome, he and his teammates have worked his ass off for this, and the least you can do is praise him.

"Yuki, you played very well. Don't try and deny it," you say with a firm voice, hand on his head keeping his chin to your shoulder. At this, he finally laughs and you loosen your grip, allowing him to pull out of your embrace just enough for him to see your face.

His cheeks are tear-stained and his eyes are beginning to puff up with all his crying, red beginning to bloom at the corner of his eyes, slowly taking over the white. His smile is nothing short of breathtaking, swollen eyes and red lips curled up brilliantly, smile lines and the corners of his eyes creasing sweetly. You can't help but grin back when you see his smile, nose souring with endearment.

"You know me so well," he comments, fingers coming up to tuck strands of your hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to your chin, tilting your face up just a little bit more. His fingers guide your head just slightly forward before he is meeting you halfway in a sweet kiss, grinning immediately after your lips meet his.

Ishikawa's eyes trace over your every feature, observing, remembering, ingraining; tracing over the curve of your eyes, the slope of your nose, the perk of your lips, the peak of your eyebrows, and the line of your jaw, fingers ghosting over each feature along with his eyes, all the while maintaining the smile on his lips.

Then, he is giving your forehead a sweet kiss before pulling out of your embrace fully, turning around to pick up the things he had dropped when you came running into his arms. He brushes off his jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, holding open the jacket for you to slip your arms into the sleeves, to which you do, before he is hooking the zip and zipping it all the way up to your chin.

In his mind, he laughs at the way you are dwarfed by his jacket. Your hands can barely be seen, only the tips of your fingers peeking out from the sleeves, and the jacket, where it usually ends at his hip, ends almost at your knees. Unconsciously, he smiles and has to physically restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

After he zips up his jacket, he bends down to pick up his towel, draping it over his shoulder before he is bending down once again to pick up his water bottle, having set them down to help you put on his jacket. Then, without a word but with the largest, goofiest grin, he takes your hand in his and leads you out of the court and to the locker rooms in a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined with yours.

For a second there, he almost forgets that they lost the game and are not able to proceed to the quarter-finals. For a second there, he almost completely forgets about his regrets and anger and frustration. And it's all because of you. And of course, he is eternally grateful to you. After all, what on earth would he do without you? He would still be crying his ass off, that's what, though he would never admit it out loud. And it is because of this reason— though he would do it without a reason at all— that he kisses you a little longer, hugs you a little tighter, loves you a little more.

[bubblegumbi0tch]

The Workout

Trainer iwa x reader

Why do you continue to do this to yourself?" Your best friend asked from beside you.

"What do you mean? I'm going to the gym." You said, laughing as she pulled up to your gym.

"Yeah exactly, we could be getting ready to go out right now, you know?" She said, giving you puppy dog eyes.

"You mean we could be getting all dressed up to go out with your boyfriend while I'll awkwardly be the third wheel?" You corrected, opening the car door.

"You make a fair point." She laughed. "Besides, I think I know why you come here now." She said, looking out her windscreen.

"And why is that?" You said, hopping out of the car but bending down so you could still talk to her.

"Him." She stated, pointing at the man in the doorway of the gym.

"Oh yeah, that's my trainer, Iwaizumi." You winked at her before shutting the door and walking over to him.

You greeted  

 and went inside to put your stuff away before going into the weights room to see Iwaizumi.

"I thought you weren't going to show up; it's almost eight," Iwaizumi said as you walked over to him.

"I was debating whether or not to show up. My friend was tempting me with a night out of drinking instead of a night of aching muscles." You laughed while drinking some water. "And you chose me. I'm touched, Y/N." Iwaizumi said, smiling wide, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah, well, I'm just hoping you can go easy on me tonight." You replied. "Not exactly; we're going to do a more intense workout tonight." He said, moving closer to you.

"Yay." You sighed, pushing him back and heading towards the pull-up bars.

You and Iwaizumi worked out for about 80 minutes when you finally decided that you needed a break.

"Why are you stopping?" Iwaizumi said, catching his breath.

"You weren't joking when you said this was going to be more intense than our other sessions Iwaizumi." 

You said, collapsing onto the ground. Iwaizumi just stared and snickered at you. "You're mean Iwaizumi, I don't think I can move." You breathed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here." Iwaizumi said, sitting beside you to give you some water. "Tonight's workout wasn't even that intense. It's like a walk in the park." He said, suddenly making you choke on your water.

"Are you insane a walk in the park?" You asked, shocked. "Not even Satan wouldn't have made me do anything that you've made me do tonight." You said, grabbing onto Iwaizumi's shoulder.

"That's a tiny overreaction (y/n)." Iwaizumi laughed, following you out of the room.

"No, you're wrong. I'm one thousand percent certain that right now I'm a ghost, and my corpse is back in there." You said, pointing to the room, trying to conceal your smile.

"Oh really (y/n)?" He asked as you stood outside the women's changing rooms. You nodded, and he shook his head. "So I take it we're done for tonight." He said as he looked around the empty gym.

You two usually worked out late when the gym was basically empty, you didn't like to work out in front of many people, and he preferred to just focus on you.

"Don't expect to see me for a month; I need to relax." You laughed, opening the changing room door.

"Good. That means no more late nights." Iwaizumi laughed; you pushed him slightly, not finding his joke funny. "Are you going to belong? I have to lock up." Izumi smiled sweetly at you.

"I'm going to take my time ok. I need to wash all this sweat off me".You said, smiling sweetly back at him.

"I happen to think it looks great on you." Iwazumisaid winking. "You're the only one that gets to see me like this." You said, winking back before going into the changing room.

Once you grabbed your bag from your locker, you undressed and put a towel around your body. You headed to the shower, making sure it was warm enough for you.

All you wanted to do was have a bath when you get home, but you couldn't wait that long feeling as gross as you do.

While you were in the shower, Iwazumi went back into the room you two were working out in. He packed some things away and noticed your sports jacket that you took off because you were too hot.

He picked it up so he could give it to you when your phone fell out of the pocket, the screen lit up, and a message from your best friend appeared. Actually, a few did.

F/N: Hey, what time are you finishing? Do you want me to pick you up?

F/N: I'm assuming by your lack of response, you're still working out.

F/N: Or is handsome taking you home? God, he's gorgeous.

F/N: Your workout can't be keeping you this busy.

F/N: Or is he keeping you busy?

F/N: Are you two doing it? You can tell me. You know I won't judge; you know sex is classed as work out.

F/N: You're a terrible friend for not replying. I'm just going to have to assume you're banging him. Call me later. I want some details later.

Iwaizumi laughed to himself after briefly looking at the messages and decided to go and give it to you.

He knocked on the changing room door and didn't get a reply, so he just assumed you were either changing or in the shower; he quietly opened the door and walked into the room.

He saw your bag lying out with your workout clothes next to it and placed your phone on them. As he went to leave, he heard you singing softly in the shower.

"You know (y/n) I like the song when the actual artist sings it," Iwaizumi said, startling you. 

"Iwaizumi, what the hell are you doing?" You shouted, looking around.

"Don't worry, I'm not staring (y/n)." He said, calming you slightly, not that it helped in any way.

"I meant what the hell are you doing in here." You said sternly.

"I was giving you your phone." He stated. "Do you want a lift home?" He asked out of the blue.

"Yes, please, after I've gotten dressed." You said as you started to turn the shower off.

"Clothing isn't optional." He said, and you could practically see his smirk.

"I'll follow your lead." You said, smirking to yourself as you grabbed the towel. You didn't hear Iwaizumi's reply, but you did hear some shuffling.

A few moments later, you saw a silhouette come through the steamed room.

"Iwaizumi, what are you doing?" You asked, walking towards him. You both stopped a few centimeters from each other, and Iwaizumi lifted his hand, turning the shower on.

Having a shower." He stated obviously.

"But I-Iwaizumi, this is the women's locker room." You said, trying to keep your eyes on him and nowhere else.

"You're the only woman in here, and you don't seem to mind." He said, whispering. You stared at him, trying to decide what to do. "Your towel is wet. You should probably get a clean one." He said lowly. You nodded in agreement and went to walk around him. "Later, though." He said, pulling you towards him.

You’re lips crashed in an instant; you didn't know whether to kiss back or pull away. No warnings were going off in your head, so you kissed him back. Your hands went to his neck, one of his went to your back, the other your front when he untied the towel from your body, letting it fall to the floor.

You both pulled away, staring at each other with intensity. You moved forward, putting your hands back around his neck, pulling him to your level where you kissed him. One of his went to the back of your head, the other your ass as he squeezed roughly.

Iwaizumi smacked your ass, making you moan, giving his tongue a perfect chance to explore your mouth.

You stayed like this for a while, your wet naked bodies tangled up, hair sticking everywhere, tongues battling for dominance, hands now wondering every inch of each other. You loved every second, and so was he.

Both of Iwaizumi 's hands found their way to your ass as he squeezed tightly; you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, one hand in his hair, the other on his face as you pulled him close into the kiss.

He spun you around so your back was against the wall; his kisses moved to your jaw and neck as he made his way to your breast.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth before sucking on it. He removed his mouth and blew gently; the feeling of the cool air on your erect numb felt terrific against the steam-filled room. He did this to your other nipple, then all over your torso. Sucking on the skin then blowing.

His face was level with yours once again, and you continued to kiss some more.

Izumi's hands still rested on your plump ass; he moved one hand under you. So he could access where you needed him; he played with your clit first, rubbing it gently before taking two fingers and entering them inside you.

You moaned, pulling away from his lips and arching your back as he continued to move in and out of your core; your legs tightened around his waist, and he moved his other hand to the wall beside you while he continued with his other hand.

You were close, the warm feeling starting up in your stomach, but you knew you weren't there yet. Iwaizumi then added another finger, going even harder and deeper, showing no sign of slowing down.

His movements were destroying you, but he wasn't done as he started to rub his calloused thumb against your clit, determination, and lust in his eyes as he stared deeply into yours.

"Iwaizumi ." You moaned, getting closer. His moves were now quickening. "Iwaizumi !" You moaned even louder, his actions getting deeper. "Iwa-oh my god!" You screamed, shuddering beneath him.

He held you tight, still keeping his fingers within you as you rode out your high; your mouth was open as he started to pepper kisses all over your face.

"Woah." You said, catching your breath looking at him.

"We're not done yet (y/n); this is part of your workout." He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them in his mouth. He tasted you, his eyes still on you; he slowly took his fingers out of his mouth and pulled you into a deep kiss, it was gentler, but you could still feel the need in it.

He removed his hand from the back of your head and put it under you, this time grabbing his rigid member and rubbing the tip against you. He looked at you for reassurance as you nodded your head, and he slowly entered you; you started to sink down on him, so you were meeting him halfway.

Iwaizumi stilled, waiting for you to adjust; when you had, he placed one hand on your back, the other on the wall beside your head and pulled back, slowly moving around in.

He kept at this pace for a while until you started to moan; he then moved faster, moaning as well.

Your moans got louder as his hips snapped faster, going deeper.

Iwaizumi moved you from the wall, carefully placing you onto the floor as he filled you again;. However, the ground was slippery; it didn't seem to bother him as he began pounding into you again.

He found your g-spot and decided to not leave it as he continued at the same pace and depth, being sure to hit it every time.

As he continued this, your moans turned to screams that then became deep breaths as you could no longer make a noise.

Your back arched, and Iwaizumi moved down to put your nipple in his mouth once again. You pulled on his hair as one of his hands moved between you both so he could rub your clit.

He hit deeper and deeper, and you were starting to feel your second orgasm of the night.

With each hit came a new feeling of euphoria. You started to clench around him; your nails found his back making sure to mark it as he continued to pleasure you.

Iwaizumi lifted his head from your breast, and he captured your lips in his silencing you as you came; soon after you came, he came as well, slowing his movements but not completely stopping, not until your breathing was restored.

When you both could breathe adequately, Iwaizumi got up and helped you up too. You both stood under the shower and cleaned yourselves up. Iwaizumi turned to help you because you were sore, then he guided you over to your clothes.

You got changed into some clean joggers and a hoodie, and he changed into what he was wearing earlier.

"That was some workout." You said, trying to break the silence.

"Yeah." Iwaizumi chuckled, staring at you. "We could do that instead if you want to." He suggested walking over to you so he could help tie your shoes.

"It's way better than what you had me doing earlier." You laughed as you filled your bag.

"Tell me about it." He said, getting up from tying your shoe. "Do you still need a lift home?" He asked.

"Yes, please." You smiled. He smiled back, placing an arm over your shoulder as you both walked out of the changing room.

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[lightupmyass]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: smut, slight fluff, pwp

Warnings: EXTREME DIRTY TALK, LIKE JUST STRAIGHT FUCKING SIN, unprotected sex, Daddy! Hoseok, Sub! Reader, slight public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, rough fucking, aftercare

Word count: 3037

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry that there's not much plot but uh, I've recently gotten into Yagami Yato's audios soooo um, I needed to write something with dirty talk. Its not nearly as good but I hope you enjoy!

“What’s the matter, baby? Can't keep yourself under control?” Hoseok whispers in your ear, your thighs rubbing together under the blanket. It was difficult, keeping quiet right now. It was movie night in the dorm and Hoseok was right next to you, doing anything to get you riled up while surrounded by the boys. The TV was loud, drowning out Hoseok's words from anyone else but you. “Hobi, please stop.” You tell him, getting embarrassed. Luckily you’re sitting at the end of the couch, Hoseok next to you while Yoongi sits next to him, Jimin on the other end. “Why? Don’t you like it when I do this? Make you lose control just by talking in your ear?” You bite back a little gasp, your chest heaving. The movie has barely even started and he’s already got you wrecked.

“Don’t you like it when I tell you how good you look? How much I wanna lay you down and make you feel so good? What do you want me to do, baby?” A wave of heat rushes through you as different pictures flash through your mind, all of the ways he has, and will, made you go absolutely insane. You can’t speak, too afraid that someone will hear you and your squeaky, embarrassed voice, so you shake your head. “Hm? Not gonna talk? Well then, wanna hear everything I wanna do to you?” The end of his sentence is breathy, a low growl hidden deep in his throat as he flips every switch he knows you have. You love it when he talks like this, when he growls in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your neck as absolute sin tumbles from his lips, the moment only shared by the two of you.

“I wanna make you a trembling, quaking mess for me. Wanna reach each and every inch inside of you until you lose your mind. Feel your tight pussy quiver around me while I remind you who you belong to. Do you want that, baby? Want me to fuck you so good that you can’t even remember your own name?” He asks, his lips trailing across your neck, making you shiver. You bite your lip as you snake your hand between your thighs, needing some sort of friction. “You want me to pound my cock so deep inside of you that you see stars? Make you cry out for me? Make sure everyone here can know how good I can make you feel?” Fuck, he’s getting to you. Your breathing gets shorter as your eyelids droop, his words hypnotizing. “Please.” You whisper, earning a smirk from him. “Oh? Is my baby losing control already?” He asks, pressing his lips to your neck. “You’re not very subtle, you know. That hand down there isn’t gonna help as much as I can.” He whispers, his hand resting on top of yours, the size difference tantalizing. You know how good he is with his hands, how he can move them to curl against all the right spots, how he can fuck you so hard with his fingers that you almost pass out. He’s done it multiple times before, loving the power and control he has over you. Its addicting to him, about as addicting as you are.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, taking your hand away, but his stays, resting on your core. “Someone’s getting eager, huh? Let’s take a look and see how soaked you are already.” He says as he pulls your shorts and panties to the side, his fingers immediately getting covered in your slick, your pussy trembling under his light touch. “Mm, that’s what I like to feel, babygirl. Fucking soaked just from my voice. And all these people around? Tsk tsk, my naughty, naughty girl. I bet you’d cum right here if you could, right? Let everyone sit around while you lose control over yourself.” His finger starts to run along your slit, dipping into your hole. Fuck, is he really going to do this? Your body moves on your own as you spread your legs more for him, letting him gently sink his finger into you. “Yeah, that’s my good girl, letting me do whatever I want. So perfect, baby.” He smirks, slowly fucking you with his finger, his palm rubbing your clit in slow circles. You bite your finger, trying to keep your composure as he tries his best to break it. “You know, as much as I love teasing you and making you feel embarrassed, I don’t think I want you cumming around the boys. They might think they can have a piece of you too. Go into my room and wait for me, ok?” He tells you, pulling his finger out of you and wiping your juices on your shorts. What a tease.

However, you do as he says, making some dumb excuse about using the bathroom or something before disappearing down the hallway, straight to Hoseok’s room. Its not long before he shows up. Honestly, you’re sure he followed right behind you, because as soon as you cross the threshold his hand is on your ass, giving it a light pat before he locks the door behind him, hunger and lost swimming in his dark eyes. “Fuck, baby. Don’t you look fucking delicious.” He growls, his lips instantly on yours as he cups your cheeks, walking you backwards until your knees hit the bed, both of you tumbling down on the mattress. “You gotta stop talking like that around people though, Hobi. Its so embarrassing to be like that around the others.” You pout, blushing. “Is that so? I embarrassed you? Well you didn’t seem too embarrassed when you let me put my finger in you, now did you?” He growls, lips moving to your neck as he bites down gently on your skin, your back arching so your chest presses up against his. You whimper in response, knowing he’s right. Of course he’s right, he knows you like the back of his own hand.

“How did my good little girl become so bad, huh? Getting fucking soaked even though there’s so many people around. How about we assess the damage, huh?” He asks, climbing down off the bed and hooking his fingers into your shorts and panties, pulling them down easily. A string of slick attaches to your panties, stretching further as he pulls them down, a deep moan rumbling in his throat. “Fuck, baby. Look at how messy you got with just me talking to you.” He says, sitting back on his feet as he runs a finger through the wetness of your panties. “Maybe I need to keep doing it, huh? I knew you liked dirty talk but fuck, looks like you almost came from it. My dirty, dirty girl.” He smiles, laying down on the bed and pulling you on top of him, his thigh right between your legs. “How’s this, baby girl? Think you can cum on my leg while I talk to you, hm? Ride my thigh while I tell you how beautiful you are and how badly I’m gonna fucking wreck you?” He asks, your hips already moving to grind against his jeans, making you whimper. “Good girl. Good fucking girl, rubbing your soaked cunt all over my jeans. Gonna leave a stain on em, huh? Make my leg all nice and shiny from your wet, tight pussy?” Jesus Christ he is not going easy on you at all.

He grabs your hips, moving you against him as he moves his own hips, his covered cock pressing against your thigh as you grind on him, your head already feeling dizzy at the feeling of his jeans on your bare pussy. “Fuck, Hobi.” You moan, your face falling down onto his shoulder as you move with him. “Oh, baby. No one’s around, you know you can call me my name now, right? Come on, I wanna hear you say it. Say it, babygirl. Say my name.” He moans in your ear. “Ah, Daddy, fuck!” You squeak, his hand coming down to lightly slap your ass. “Good job, baby. I love when you call me that, you’re such a good girl for Daddy. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” He pushes you off gently, laying you down on the bed, your head on the pillows as he kisses down your body, leaving little love bites here and there as he puts your legs over his shoulders, wasting no time as he puts his whole mouth right on you, groaning as he takes in your essence, tasting your sweet juices on his tongue and moaning into you. “Fuck, baby. Almost forgot how good you taste. Best meal I'll ever fucking have in my life.” He groans, dipping down lap up whatever you give him, small moans falling from your lips as he devours you, moaning and groaning and growling into you as he holds your legs tight, keeping them wrapped closely around his face.

“Mmmm, fuck, fuck, Daddy, please, ah~!” You moan, your fingers finding purchase in his hair. “Mm, gonna cum, baby girl? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s face? Come on, baby, give me all you’ve got.” He says, diving back down and going faster, moving and slurping and tongue fucking you, the lewd noises of him sucking up all of your slick echoing through the quiet room. Your back arches, your hips moving as you grind against his mouth, your fingers pushing his face into you more, his groans getting louder and deeper the closer you get. “Mm! Ooh, ooh, ooooh fuck Daddy! I’m, Immg-onna-" You gasp as it washes over you, a white hot wave of fire bringing through your body as he continues to eat you out, lapping up every last bit of your cum as he chuckles into your pussy, making is tremble at slight overstimulation.

“Sh, you’re okay, baby. That’s my good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He says softly, rubbing your tummy as he kisses your thighs. Your breathing slows down a bit, your body relaxing after your incredible high as he climbs on top of you, kissing your neck and collar bone as his hand slips up your shirt, gently rubbing your skin. You laugh a little, mumbling a small ‘fuck' as he kisses your cheek. “You good, baby?” He asks, stroking your skin gently with his thumb. You nod, smiling in complete euphoria. “Good. Such a good girl. My beautiful, good girl. My sweet, sexy, amazing baby girl.” He cooes, showering you in kisses and compliments.

He rests his body on top of your as he presses his lips to yours, taking your breath away as you hum into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. He nuzzles his hips between your legs, pulling your leg over his hip as he gently grinds you into the mattress. “Mm, love you like this. So fucked out already, yet craving for more. Do you want more, princess? You want me to make you lose control?” He asks, moving your hair out of your face. You nod, pulling him down for another kiss. “Say it, baby. I want you to say it. No, I want you to beg for it.” He growls, grinding hard against you. “Ah~! Fuck, Daddy. Please, I need you. Please please please.” You whine, your head falling back into pillows as he kisses your neck. “Mm, good job, but I need more than that. Beg me more. I know you can do better than that.” He growls. “Daddy, please, please I need you so fucking bad. I-I want you to fuck me, want you to fuck me so hard, need your cock to fill me up. Please Daddy. Please fuck me.” You beg, hoping that’ll be enough.

“Mm, fuck yeah, baby. Shit.” He groans, sitting up to undo his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his shirt before he grips it, tracing it over your pussy, your walls clenching around nothing in excitement. “You ready, baby?” He asks. You nod, smiling. “I’m always ready to take your cock, Daddy.” You tell him, a deep growl sounding from him. “Shit, Baby. Love when you talk dirty. It doesn’t suit you, but yet, it does. Sounds so pretty and filthy on your lips.” He chuckles, getting cut off by a groan as he pushes into you, bottoming out as he feels your tight walls grip him. “Aaaahhhh, fuck. Oooh shit baby girl. Feel so fucking gooood.” He groans, his voice shaky as he keeps himself still inside of you. You can’t even talk, the way his thick cock stretched you out so well.

You wanted him to move, wanted him to fuck you, just like you begged him to, so you moved your hips, squeezing your pussy around him. “Please, move Daddy. Come on. Please?” You ask nicely, giving him puppy dog eyes as you squeeze him tight. “Mmph, shit. You want me to fuck you? Huh?” He asks, starting to move his hips. “You want me to fuck you hard?” He says, his pace quickening fast. “Mm, yes. Please.” You whine, grabbing his shoulder as he starts fucking into you, the sound of skin slapping already sounding through the room by the force of his thrusts. “Fuck yeah, baby. Gonna fuck you so good. God you feel so good, so fucking good.” He groans, your body bouncing as you get fucked into the mattress. The feeling of his hot shaft dragging across your walls, his tip hitting that sweet spot in you when he grabs your leg, putting it up on his shoulder, making him hit all new depths in you. You moan and whine, his groans and curses turning you on even more.

“Mmph, shit baby. Don’t know how I can last a minute without my cock stuffing your pussy. It was fucking made for me. A perfect pussy for a perfect girl. My perfect girl. Ah, fuck.” He groans, pressing kisses to your calf as he fucks you hard, the bed shaking. “Daddy~! Yes Daddy! Love your cock. Love you. Love you so much!” You cry out, making him smile. “So cute, Y/N. I love you too. I love you so much, my sweet baby girl.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you. “Come on, baby. Gonna switch it up.” He says, pulling out of you and letting your leg fall onto the bed. You whine loudly at the loss of him inside of you. “Come here, princess.” He says, standing next to the bed. “Come bend over for Daddy.” Your breath hitches. One of your favorite positions. You move quickly, eager to do what he says, knowing you’re about to get everything you want.

You stand right in front of him, your ass brushing against his rock hard cock, bending over the side of his bed as you wiggle your hips. “Mm, that’s what I like to see. Such a good little girl, so beautiful and desperate to be stuffed full of my cock. Get ready, baby girl.” He says, warning you before he pushes into you again, making you stand on your tippy toes as you relax onto the bed, your face pressed against the mattress. “Ooh fuck yeah. So fucking good yeah so fucking good baby.” He groans, immediately pounding into you. You moan, cry out in pleasure, your sounds muffled by the bed. “Whose my good girl? Whose a slut for Daddy's cock? Huh?” He asks. “Ah! Me Daddy! Fucking love your cock!” You cry out, gasping as he rams into your sweet spot. “Yeah you fucking do, you fucking love it. And I love you tight fucking pussy. So fucking good baby. Gonna make me cum. Where do you want me to cum, baby?” He asks. You know exactly where. Its going to make him fucking feral. “I-Inside me. Want you to cum inside me, Daddy. Make me a fucking mess, please.” You beg. “Oohoho, fucking shit Y/N, you filthy fucking girl. Want me to cum inside you? Want to cum so deep inside you you’ll have my cum dripping out of you?” He growls, fucking you so hard the bed bounces against the wall. “Mmm yes Daddy. Want your cum so bad." You whine, your high rapidly approaching. “Fuck yeah, baby. Ah, squeezing me so tight. Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum on my cock, baby, cream on my fucking cock and I'll cum deep inside that fucking perfect pussy. Cum for me, baby girl.” He groans loudly, pounding into you so quickly that you’re seeing stars already. “Ah~! Ah~! Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck!” You cry out, your end hitting you hard as you squeeze his cock, convulsing around him. “Ooooh shit! Shit fuck! Aaahhhhh!” Hoseok growls, his hips sputtering as he buries himself deep inside of you, warmth filling you up as he collapses over you, his face resting on your back as he fills you with his cum, fucking it slowly into you as he completely loses it. “Ah, ah fuck, shit Y/N. God I fucking love you. I love you so fucking much.” He says, his voice raspy as he reaches up to hold your hand, pressing soft kisses to your back through your shirt. You don’t move, too worn out to do anything as he pulls out of you, your legs shaky. You hear him zip his pants up, the bed dipping as he sits on the edge. “Come here, baby. Lay down.” He cooes, helping you move so you’re laying with your head on his lap, his fingers brushing through your hair as your eyes droop. “You’re okay, baby. You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you. You feel alright?” He asks softly, his thumb rubbing against your pink cheek. You nod, still not able to really say anything. “Good. So good, baby. My good girl. I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.” He whispers. “I love you too.” You tell him, kissing his leg. “Now, we’ll rest for a few minutes then get you all cleaned up, okay? I think my girl deserves a nice bubble bath.”