#queue from the hip

[towersofviolet]

fact about me: i have incredibly sensitive hearing and sense of smell, but ☝️ i am incapable of locating the source of a noise or smell 😃

[ariadne-mouse]

Tumblr media analysis gothic: In my personal opinion, based on my own individual perspective, which may not be aligned with the perspectives of others, and which is predicated on my own individual understanding and interpretation of the text, wherein the themes, characters, and events have notable elements of ambiguity such that a multitude of interpretations are possible and understandable, and said interpretations of mine are influenced by my own personal background and attributes, believe - but not at the exclusion of belief that other people may believe differently, and with full acknowledgement of the heretofore described subjectivity of my stance, which is an opinion, though I do believe in it and also wish to convey it in a persuasive manner that others will find compelling due to my argument in its support which I personally find to be well-evidenced in the text and elucidated by my interpretation of the text, on which I will elaborate at length considering all angles in order to minimize misunderstanding of my analysis - again, acknowledging the ambiguity and subjectivity at play in my interpretation - that

[adrockmyforeverdork]

[fizzytoo]

parallel play!

[abraxasical]

They came last night without being allowed so I fucked them till they whimpered and their oversensitive cock twitched and filled up my cunt a second time and a third and a fourth and

[shootfromthehipobsessed]

I absolutely LOVED both Krampus and Little Krampus in this!!! Plus ADHD elves was something I didn't know I needed to see!

Also this is too true...

me: it's the beginning of the month and i've been feeling a little weird and sick and emotional lately but i'm sure it's just one of those things that'll ease up eventually

the nefarious uterus:

[monmuses]

@hopeturned continued from here

She was taught while growing up to spear for her fish rather than using a rod and bait. That seemed to be the norm, but spearing was more exciting; enticing for a real, personal hunt. A perfect kill with one spear ... but real fishing? No. Absolutely not. Her patience was reserved for many things, but not for fishing.

"I couldn't make myself wait around a lake to catch a single fish for twenty minutes," she groaned with a single chuckle. "And they smell terrible. Even worse before the bombs. Like they couldn't get anymore worse, and they had to make the radiation infest in the flesh to make it lose taste."

Carmen could rant about this for hours. Why were fish the first to go? "I've hunted for years .. and I could scream about fish first. They've never been good."

[kaiist]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

The movie marathon had stretched late into the night. You were sprawled on top of Xavier, your head resting on his chest as the TV cast flickering light across the darkened room. His steady heartbeat had almost lulled you to sleep when you felt his hand shift slightly beneath you.

Smack!

The unexpected slap to your ass made you jolt upright, nearly headbutting his chin in the process.

“Did you forget about earlier?” he asked.

You laughed, settling back against him. “I thought you might have fallen asleep and forgotten.”

“I didn’t,” he replied simply, his hand returning to your backside. This time, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his fingers kneading the spot he’d just slapped. The tender motion contrasted with the playful smack from moments before.

He pulled you closer, adjusting your position against him until you were both comfortable again. The credits rolled on the forgotten movie as his fingers continued their gentle massage, his calm breathing eventually synchronizing with yours as you both drifted toward sleep.

As the auto-play feature started the next film in the queue, his free hand reached for the remote, lowering the volume to a soft background murmur. His other hand never left your backside, alternating between gentle squeezes and soothing circular motions that made you melt further against him.

“Your heartbeat speeds up when I touch you like this,” he observed quietly, the subtle change in his tone betraying his satisfaction at the reaction.

You mumbled something incoherent against his chest, too comfortable to form proper words. He shifted slightly beneath you, adjusting your weight to better accommodate his frame, his hand continuing its ministrations with practiced ease.

“We should sleep,” he suggested, though his actions contradicted his words as his fingers traced the curve where your ass met your thigh. “Or would you prefer to continue this instead?”

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Midnight had come and gone, but sleep remained elusive. It’s another day of Zayne had just returned from his grueling shift at the hospital, his tie loosened and suit jacket discarded as he prepared for bed.

“I need at least six hours of sleep before my morning consultation,” he muttered, setting his alarm.

You poked his side, deliberately disrupting his bedtime routine. “But I’m not tired,” you whined playfully, stealing his pillow and hugging it to your chest.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Return my pillow.”

“Make me,” you challenged with a grin, scooting away.

In one swift motion, he reclaimed his pillow with one hand, while the other delivered a firm smack to your pajama-clad backside.

Smack!

“That’s for being bratty when you know I need rest.” The sting lingered pleasantly as he settled beside you, drawing you against his chest despite your earlier antics.

“Sleep,” he instructed, his arm wrapping around your waist. “I’ll have time for your games tomorrow.”

His breathing soon steadied into the rhythm of sleep, while you remained awake just a little longer, savoring the unexpected gesture from him. Despite his stated exhaustion, his hand remained active, tracing absent patterns along your hip.

He murmured against your hair, seemingly not as close to sleep as you’d thought, “You just have to be difficult before going to sleep.”

You shifted to look at his face, finding his eyes still open. “Someone has to remind the great doctor he’s human,” you replied softly.

His fingers tightened slightly on your hip. “Tomorrow,” he promised, voice dropping to a whisper that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, “I’ll show you exactly how human I can be. Now sleep before I administer more persuasive methods.”

The implied threat only made you smile as you finally closed your eyes, lulled by his steady heartbeat.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

“Turn around again,” Rafayel instructed, his eyes focused intently as you modeled the fifth dress he’d purchased for his upcoming exhibition. The silky fabric whispered against your skin as you obliged, turning slowly to give him the full view.

“Perfect,” he murmured, approaching to adjust the way the material draped across your shoulders. “This shade of green complements your skin tone exactly as I imagined.”

As you moved to reach for the next outfit, his hand descended without warning.

Smack!

The slap against your ass echoed in the spacious bedroom, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

“Rafayel!” you exclaimed, spinning around to face him.

He grinned. “I couldn’t resist, cutie. You look really good with the dress on.”

Your initial surprise melted as he pulled you close, his hands wandering dangerously near the spot he’d just slapped.

“The red dress next,” he whispered against your ear, releasing you with obvious reluctance. “Though I’m starting to think my favorite masterpiece isn’t hanging in any gallery.”

He retreated to his chaise lounge, watching appreciatively as you reached for the next dress, the memory of his touch still warming your skin.

“Wait,” he called suddenly. “Do that again—the way you just moved. Hold that position.”

You froze mid-reach, throwing a questioning glance over your shoulder.

“Perfect,” he breathed, grabbing the sketchbook that never seemed to be far from his reach. “The light catches your profile exactly right from this angle.”

You maintained the pose, feeling the spot where he’d slapped you still tingling pleasantly as he sketched, occasionally looking up to capture another detail.

“You know,” he said between strokes of his pencil, “I think I���ve just found the centerpiece for my exhibition.”

“A drawing of my ass?” you asked incredulously.

His laughter filled the room. “No, cutie—though that would certainly draw crowds. I’m thinking of something much more...personal. Now, try on the red dress, but move slowly. Every line of you deserves proper attention.”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

Rain pattered against the windows of Sylus’s room as you lay on your stomach, engrossed in the latest episode of your favorite show on your tablet. Completely absorbed in the climactic scene, you didn’t notice his approach until it was too late.

Smack!

The sudden, sharp slap to your ass sent your tablet flying from your hands. You yelped in surprise, rolling over to find Sylus standing over you, that infuriating half-smile playing on his lips.

“You look focused, sweetie,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just scared you half to death.

You glared up at him. “I was watching the season finale!”

“And now you’re watching me instead,” he replied, retrieving your tablet from where it had landed on the carpet. He handed it back to you, his fingers lingering against yours. “A considerable upgrade, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before you could respond with the retort forming on your lips, he leaned down, his voice dropping to that low timbre that always made your pulse quicken. “Consider us even. For now.”

He then left you to return to your show—though your focus was thoroughly shattered.

You returned to your previous position. Just as the plot was reaching its climax again, the bed dipped beside you. He had returned, two glasses of wine in hand, offering one to you.

He settled next to you, positioning himself so he could see your tablet screen, his thigh pressing against yours as if nothing unusual had happened between you moments ago. His free hand casually draped across your lower back, dangerously close to where he’d landed the mischievous slap, his fingers casually tapping your ass.

“So,” he said, sipping his wine and gesturing toward your tablet with his glass, “who’s the traitor? The brother or the assistant?”

You blinked in surprise. “You’ve been watching this show?”

His half-smile returned as he made himself more comfortable beside you. “I have my reasons for staying informed about your interests. Now, shall we finish this finale together?”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

Steam filled the kitchen as you stirred the pasta sauce, following Caleb’s recipe while he chopped vegetables nearby. The domesticity of the moment wrapped around you like a warm blanket, comfortable and familiar.

“Can you pass the oregano?” you asked, gesturing toward the spice rack.

“Sure thing,” he replied, stepping behind you to reach for the herb.

As his hand extended past you toward the rack, his other hand made its move.

Smack!

The slap to your backside was anything but gentle, causing you to drop the wooden spoon into the sauce. Before you could react, he dissolved into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Your face!” he managed between chuckles, handing you the oregano as promised. “I’ve been waiting all day for the perfect moment.”

“Caleb! You—” You shook your head as you accepted the spice—and the fate of your ass. “Was it worth the wait?”

“Absolutely,” he grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before returning to his chopping board. “Dinner might be worth the wait, if you don’t let that sauce burn.”

You turned back to the stove as his laughter continued to fill the warm kitchen.

His laughter gradually subsided, but the atmosphere remained light as you both continued preparing dinner. Every time he passed behind you to reach for another ingredient or utensil, you tensed slightly in anticipation, unsure if another playful slap might be coming.

“Relax,” he teased, noticing your reaction. “I already got my revenge. Unless...” he paused dramatically, “you’re hoping for an encore?”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t suppress your smile. “Just focus on those vegetables before I decide it’s my turn for revenge.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied with an exaggerated salute, his grin never faltering. He resumed his chopping, occasionally humming a cheerful tune that matched his buoyant mood.

Smack!

“Just for fun, Pipsqueak,” he grinned unapologetically.

Okay… so… I kinda accidentally deleted the whole page of my Google Docs when I reached Sylus’s part, and I was just sitting there, like—😀💔 So, I had to write everything all over again in a bad mood 😭 I hope you still enjoy reading! ಡ⁠͜⁠⁠ʖ⁠⁠ಡ

[marmotsomsierost]

(In a corner of raley's, talking with a sports med doc's office returning my call to see if i can just go see them or if i need to talk to my regular doc first.)

Me: (describing the various issues esp my left leg)

Office: how long have you had these symptoms?

Me: (laughs) the original hip thing, i dunno, 13 years? The foot like 8 months, the heel thing like 2 weeks. The new hip thing, maybe a year? The knee thing i honestly can't remember. The shoulder / arm thing is basically gone so i'm pretty sure that was just stair carry and gurney lifting being shitty. But that was about three years and it's been gone for about a year which checks out, timewise.

Office:

Office: ...and what is the reason you're calling now?

Me: the heel pain is bad pain

Office: on a scale-

Me: oh, sorry, no, not- y'know, like good pain is you're sore after a regular workout, normal pain is like you pushed yourself too hard or because you did something new or out of the ordinary like help a friend move out of a third floor apartment with no elevator so now your whole everything hurts, and bad pain is like, okay, this doesn't feel right, this is something wrong.

Office:

Me: like i tweaked my lower back on a stair carry and felt sore at the end of that shift but not like hurt, but the next morning i had to literally log-roll out of bed to crawl to the bathroom and was like 'shit i have to call dad to see if this is Bad-bad or just muscle-bad'. And i could lay prone and supine just fine it just sucked getting to those positions so it was just muscle-bad and i needed a week to not work and walk around and let it relax. The heel thing is kinda like that? And i was talking with one of our PAs and she was like '...you should get that checked out, you might need an MRI' and i went 'i mean at that rate i'd need like a whole-body MRI' and she gave me the 'don't be a dumbass' look.

Me: so i called you guys to see if i had to get referred or if i can just come to you guys first, let y'all decide what diagnostic imaging might be needed, and go from there.

Office: can you hold for a moment?

Different office voice: if the pain in your heel isn't that high, why are you more concerned about that than the longer-term, more acute pain you described?

Me: oh, well, a girl i danced with in college ruptured the extensor tendons on her left foot during one of our shows and it made me a little paranoid.

Different office voice:

Different office voice: what sort of dance? How long?

Me: that show was a mix of modern and ballet, not pointe though. But i haven't danced regularly since then, so about 20 years ago.

Different office voice: and did you stop dancing due to injury?

Me: no, the peds ortho i saw in high school was like 'you can keep skiing, volleyball, and basketball and track, or you can keep dance, but you gotta pick one or you're gonna need a knee replacement before you're out of college' and i was like 'i am not giving up mountains for dance' and quit.

Different office voice: mmm, i see. Ok, one moment-

Office voice: we'll give you a call in a few days once we've got an answer about if we can either see you without a referral or get a referral when we see you. Okay?

Me: okay, thank you!

[shootfromthehipobsessed]

I voted for 'Jimmy confronting Don Ciccicio (Tom) TSP' since I have a soft spot for 'Toby's Secret Pocket' and it's so memorable!

Plus Jimmy is an iconic character in every way and I loved him!

Thank you to the anonymous contributor for the suggestion!

EDIT: I forgot to add Luke as Little Krampus/Snowdrop!!! Sorry!

If ‘Other’ please REPLY, don’t reblog and hide your answer in the tags! You can also put “+1” under an existing reply.

[g-k444]

Would love to grope your ass on the train

I'd love to feel assaulted and confused and be questioning whether or not it was an accident as i get off at my stop and walk myself home

somehow i manage to convince myself that the way to find out would be to go the next day and stand in the same place, next to the same person, in the same carriage, but this time not wear panties, just to see whether it was a motivated action or just a brush of the hand

of course that's the day that there's a large gust of wind that passes through the carriage as we go from tunnel to tracks, and the gust raises my skirt to above my hips - flashing my pussy for everyone in the carriage to see as the light material plumes around my torso before i can hastily pull it down and hold it against my thighs with a firm grip.

a not so subtle hand on my ass follows, slipping beneath my skirt and grabbing the plump of my ass with such force i have to bite on my lip to not let out any noises.

yet looking to my right at the man that's sat on the seat i am stood besides, i realise that him and the people around me are all already conscious of the presence of a stranger's touch around my private parts

in fact, i notice a phone peeking from beside's a man's thigh - positioned perfectly, so that the camera is pointed at my posterior.

it seems like the stranger behind me notices it too, as his fingers grip the hem of my skirt and pull it up to this time purposefully flash my private parts for the camera, making a blush rise to my cheeks as i foolishly don't use my hands to pull my skirt back down nor cover my face, as the man with the camera now picks up his phone and points it at me less secretively, letting out a breath of awe at the beautiful view of my unashamedly shaved and presented pussy with a stranger's fingers opening the slit to reveal the slickened hole

my hands are no longer holding onto something to stabilise myself, and when the train takes its usual sharp corner, i have nothing to stop my body from falling into the glass of the train's window - my body pressing to the glass with your own body pressing up behind me - letting your fingers rub all over my wet pussy - tapping and slapping and rubbing all whilst you run your mouth and publicly degrade me to the audience that all sit comfortably in their train seats, watching with gratefulness

the train reaches its next station and men leave the carriage, grabbing handfuls of my ass and squeezing or spanking the delicate flesh before exiting, whilst I can only look out of the window and at the platform - where men can look into the carriage and see my defiled pussy and sexed out expression - their eyes widening in delight as they queue up for this carriage in particular, stepping in and getting a seat with a good view of the young virgin pussy being messed with

to think that not wearing a simple pair of panties could have me being fingered on the train with so many onlookers...

if I'd have known that's what happens when you don't wear panties, I would've stopped wearing those a lot sooner

[towersofviolet]

my gender is patreon-exclusive. unfortunately i can't afford that tier

[kiestrokes]

Smut Shots: Rock with you | NSFW

🍒 Pairing: Boyfriend!Choi Seungcheol of SVT x Girlfriend!Reader/You/Yn 🍒 Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍒 Word Count: 2,414 🍒 Genre: one shot, drabble, smut, PWP. 🍒 Warnings: cursing, boyfriend/girlfriend dynamics, google docs is doing this annoying thing of changing every tense of you to you're, so if you see that please just ignore it, it is one I didn't catch.

🍒 Sexually Explicit Content: cockwarming, penis in vagina, edging, multiple orgasms, slight orgasm control, overstim (obvi it's my fave), ass smacking, hair pulling, kissing/french kissing, talk of semen/female ejac, no condom used, slightly rough but not in the realm of true pain kink, Scoups has stamina. Let me know if I missed anything.  

🍒 Summary: You had very good dream, and the only thing that can put you back to sleep is being filled by your boyfriend.

🗝️ Note: Still not technically here, did look at the queue after the KIoF anon from this morning, it will run out soon and all KIoF and BM content has been deleted. It was legit only the post from yesterday. Just tossing this Scoups smut into the void for anyone that finds it to enjoy. Happy bunny-candy-egg-zombie Jesus holiday.

💿 Text Me by DPR LIVE 📰 Read it on Ao3! 🔥 Smut Shots: Mini Masterlist

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols below. 

You whine, low and needy as you surface from your steamy dream. Hands searching blindly behind you for your boyfriend.

Seungcheol grunts appreciatively, hips rutting into your hand as you palm over his boxers.

“Coups,” you dip a hand beneath the band, successfully fisting his semi-hard length.

Seungcheol mumbles your name in a sleep-coated baritone .

“I need you inside me,” you subtly beg, but it falls on drowsy, deaf ears.

Seungcheol sluggishly helps you slip his boxers off, your breathing shallowing at the feel of his hot skin pressing into your ass. Seungcheol’s warm breath fans over your ear, spreading goosebumps down your bare arms and thighs.

“What do you need, Jagi?” He clicks his tongue drowsily.

You drape a leg backwards over his thigh, hand slipping between your legs to find his waiting erection. Cheol moans as you rub him through your damp folds, before sinking him into your pussy with his help. Satisfied he is secure enough, you drop your leg and tuck yourself back against him, hand between your legs to guide him further into you.

Seungcheol’s breathing comes out in shortened pants, toned arm slipping to wrap around your hips as he presses into your tight heat. A few pulses later the two of you center yourselves together and drift back off to sleep, intimately interlocked.

-

You wake three hours later, to Seungcheol hard and leaking inside you. His hips shuddering in effort not to move, broad body folded around you, holding you tight against him.

Seungcheol nuzzles the nape of your neck, “good morning jagi.”

Your clit twitches at the snug feel of him inflated inside you. Your entrance has tightened back around him while you slept and he grew. Both of you start with some slow squirming that escalates into grinding and then flat out thrusting against each other.

You don’t quiet your moans, something far beyond neediness overtaking you. Gripping his thigh so that you can begin working him in and out of your pussy.

Seungcheol groans, grabbing your hips to brace himself, creating a steady base for your actions. As you arch your spine to roll his cock around with drawn out circles of your hips until he can't take it and is pressed flush against your back. His knees tucking in behind yours and pressing his pelvis tight against your ass. You moan as his hips angle deeper than before.

“Jagi-” he rasps, tongue flicking out against the lobe of your ear.

Then his hands are up your baggy shirt, just grazing your breasts and teasing the nipples. So that you brush against his knuckles with each forward thrust, your nails embedding briefly into his thigh before slipping around to palm his ass.

He finally graces you with his touch by cupping a breast and you shudder against him. Squeezing internally and Seungcheol groans pinching your nipple as you rub yourself harder in his lap. Foregoing your controlled strokes for sloppy slaps until your orgasm starts to crest over both of you.

Your neck snaps back, pressing your cheek into your pillow and exposing your neck to Seungcheol which he grasps. Hammering up into you in what you think is to chase your releases.

When suddenly, momentarily the tension is lost, Seungcheol pulls out to shove one thigh up and straddle your other one so that you’re lying on your side with him ready to drill into you from above.

His hands firm on the divide of your hips and thigh as he bullies his way back inside you, causing you to seize at the intrusion and clutch his wrist as he wastes no time setting an invasive stroke into your slick insides.

"Cheol-ahhh!"

“Driven me crazy for an hour, hugging my dick so tight. I’m not letting you come so quick, want you to come hard for me,” he groans, landing a slap to your exposed cheek.

You moan, body stiffening at the delicious bite of his hit. Starting to feel the hot coil tightening in your stomach again so quickly.

Seungcheol smirks wickedly down at you, slipping a hand between your thighs to rub brutally at the sensitive bundle of nerves that sit at the top of your vulva.

Before slamming in and out of you until you stiffen at the direct and insistent contact your hand grabbing at his. When the band almost snaps, he pulls his hand away, hips slowing to taunting circles.

His ragged “hngh fuck,” as he fights off his orgasm. Still stroking, hands bruising into the back of your thigh as he shudders through it.

Seungcheol is not done yet, he rolls you onto your back to lay between your thighs. His arms slipping under your shoulders, hands tangling in your hair as he kisses you.

Tongue rolling into your mouth as his hips rock against yours gently. Slowly building up your climax again. Each thrust pressing firmly into your swollen clit until you’re tightening around him again.

“That's it, jagi.”

One hand twists into his hair as your nails dig into his ass as you wait to explode around him.

His dark brows are a stark contrast for the fluff blonde hair woven between your fingers, form a valley as he pouts. A choked version of your name rumbles out of his mouth as you spasm around him.

“Seungcheol” you gasp.

Each nerve ending on your body awake, from the tips of your toes to the peaks of your nipples. Walls squeezing his leaking length.

“Feels so good,” you mewl and Cheol snaps his hips again.

Fighting through his own tension to pull more pleasure from your already wrecked body. You moan, pelvis rubbing shamelessly at his base.

“Come on baby, I know you have it in you,” he grunts rolling his hips into an upward angle.

Your back arches and you feel that elusive coil being cranked impossibly tighter. You groan as he repeats the motions, arching into him.

“Cheol,” you beg.

“Right here jagi, you have me,” he huffs with effort, his own body shaking.

Your body shudders and you collapse back on the bed.

“Deeper,” you plead.

“Always asking me to split you open,” Seungcheol obliges, lifting your legs around his neck, sinking into you, his eyes pinching shut as he slides home.

You reach down to spread yourself and Seungcheol hisses out your name as he bottoms out. He circles his hips and you gasp at the sensation. How wet you are from your half pulsed releases and his precum.

“I need-“

He knows what you need and folds you down for a kiss slipping out of you halfway at the angle but driving his hips upwards, putting all of his weight into the part of you that feels it most.

“Wanna come for me jagi?” Seungcheol rasps between kisses as you chase his pouty lips.

“Yes, fuck, please” you tense your calves on his shoulders to push back against his advances sinking him fully into you again.

The movement and tensing of your core lets you explode finally, with a sleep dry cry your orgasm drenching his length. Seungcheol moans at the rush of lubrication, hips slowing as he savors each drag.

“I love when you’re this wet” his eyebrows converge and he presses you deeper. “Can’t wait until I’m leaking out of you.”

You whine at his praise, body shuddering as your own arousal trails down the valley of your ass.

“This what you want, jagi? Me to fill you up?”

You moan and thrash against the bed through the echoes of climax, “Cheol, shhh not so dirty.”

He silences you with a kiss, hands braced on the bed on either side of your hips as he presses entirely into you again. Lips smirking against yours.

You gasp at the stretch his cock causes at your still fluttering entrance, body continuing to shuddering uncontrollably. His mouth parts as he watches you fall apart pressing impossibly tighter against your trembling body.

“You're so tight,” he pants, “feels so good when you're clamped around me so tight.”

His strokes are deep and lingering. Your swollen and over teased insides trying to push him out. Fixing you a delirious feel for each veiny ridge of his stiff member.

Seungcheol is quickly losing it to you, his body damp with sweat, chest flushed with all the effort he had displayed. His body shakes as he drags himself in and out of your release.

“Just a little more, jagi-” he grunts.

You nod clutching his forearms as he presses you into the bed heavily on your hips, marking them with something you’ll feel later.

“Cheol!”

He lets out a breathy smile, repeating his thrust with a satisfying wet slap. You bow off the bed, and he hammers into you quickly in response.

“So close, jagi.”

“Ahh-I know.”

And you do know, Seungcheol mocks you for always asking for him to split you open, but you swear he wants to crawl inside you when he's close. Fingers sunken into your skin, leaving tingling bruises you can touch for days. Hips pistoning his impossibly hard dick in and out of your tightened cunt. Always waiting for you, eyes locking with yours and sending the both of you over as he slams into you.

He lets out the most guttural version of your name as his hips jerk against the back of your thighs, spilling a heavy load into you. Powerful thighs and ass still working until your body limps under his from you're own muscle fatigue from the edging. Letting you're legs fall uselessly to the bed from their previous perch on his shoulders.

Seungcheol breathes a soft moan as he collapses over you, hips rolling softly as your pussy still seizes around him. Your fingernails dip into the supple swells of his back muscles. As his face burrows in your neck, fingers tracing your jawline.

“Fuck,” you sigh peacefully.

Seungcheol laughs and you both groan as you feel it deep in your joined sexes.

“Give me a minute and we can go again.”

He means a literal minute, dick only flagging slightly inside you before swelling right back up between your lazy kisses, teasing petting of each other's bodies and subtle grinding.

You tug his face up to yours rolling him over onto his back and start to bounce. His hands fist your hips drawing you back down sharply into his thrusts.

“Cheol!” You gasp as your body bows in the air.

He’s stiff under you lips bitten between his teeth, “harder jagi, please”

You brace your hands on his chest and snap your hips roughly, earning a ragged sigh from Seungcheol. His hands fanning up your back to cup the nape of your neck and thrust back. You gasp as the tingling hits the rest of your body.

“Yes, yes!”

Your body trembles at the desperation in his voice. Hips slamming into your ass and backs of your thighs as he barrels toward his high.

“So close, jagi.”

His big eyes glossy with want as he grunts and his frame starts to shake. Head tossing back into the pillow as he rakes both hands down your back to grip your ass, spreading the cheeks and deepening his thrusts.

“Not yet-” you brace you hand to his chest.

“You want another full one?”

“Yes,” you press a hand to your stomach and Seungcheol presses too. Your head lolls back between your shoulders at the added pressure.

“Fuck!”

Your eyes snap to his, his eyes trained on your pussy and you look down to see a thick, creamy ring forming around his base. Both of your releases coating him, you sit back a little to give him a better view.

“Jagi-“ Seungcheol groans, eyes jumping to yours.

His face contorts into his signature pout as you continue to put on a show for him.

“What Cheol?”

“Fuck me, please, no more teasing.”

He scoops you to him then, not waiting for your response, sitting up so you’re working in his lap. Arms tangling around each other's bodies as you let go of your civility. Pounding into his lap, Seungcheol meets your thrusts slap for lewd slap.

Shakily your lips meet for haphazard kisses until you give up, fingers twisting in the hair on the back of his head and pulling hard so that he gasps.

“I’m close, I’m close, fuck I’m so close just a little more.”

Your body vibrates in effort to fight off your own orgasm, mouth finding his and hips twisting into sensual circles as you fight him for oral dominance. Losing when he ruts hard into you, repeating the motion until you stiffen against him as you're pussy clamps around his cock. You pull back to find him smirking at having sent you over first; again.

“Oh god,” you wail as you tip over, squirting around Seungcheol's impaling, falling back in his arms as your orgasm crests.

“So good jagi, you did so good,” he moans, hips rolling as he chases his orgasm.

His hand crawling up to grasp the back of your neck to gain new leverage and hold you tight into his thrusts. As you float above your bodies at the feeling being fucked into ecstasy as your orgasms stack.

His eyelids shuttering when he shoots his second load into your insides. Groaning and thrusting through his own orgasm, forever need that teeth tingling feel of overstimulation.

“Shit, jagi.”

You gasp, clenching at the sight of him, your hips stutter into working him through his climax until he hugs you to him. He pouts again, body hot to the touch as you send him over. His hands spasming where they clench your hips, your body clenches him dry, walls a tight vise around his pulsing length.

“Stop, stop,” he gasps as his body shakes, releasing a dry orgasm into you as you seat yourself firmly in his lap, thighs squeezing his sides.

Cunt fluttering around him as he throbs against your tight walls. You roll your hips and he lets out a groan, thighs shaking under your ass.

Seungcheol moans into your skin, lips collecting the sweat between your breasts.

“I'm afraid to pull out.”

“Could just go back to sleep like this, you feel so nice, so full-hngh,” you hum rubbing yourself against him.

Seungcheol groans, and his body trembles.

“We’re never getting out of bed today if you keep this up.”

You grin as he pulls your face to his for a kiss.

“Maybe that was my plan all along.”

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victory tastes like… | alessia russo (18+)

honestly got a bit carried away icl.. but this is an 18+, contains top!alessia, bottom!reader, swearing, oral (r receiving) fingering (r receiving) thigh riding (a receiving), dirty talking, a lot of build up, teasing, nipple play? i think, and more. buckle up its a long one:)

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alessia strides through the afterparty like she owns the night — and maybe she in a way does. a victorious beauty, radiant in the low light, her hair twisted into a messy bun that somehow makes her look even more effortless. her toned legs, on full display in a pair of barely-there denim shorts, catch more than a few eyes. but hers? they were locked on you.

you see her way before she reaches you, that smug, post-win glow clinging to her like perfume. she's flushed from champagne and the high of victory, lips already curled into that cocky grin that never fails to make your knees a little wobbly.

alessia doesn't hesitate, slipping through the crowd of her teammates and family members who are all dancing and singing proudly.

alessia with a predator's grace found you, a colourful cocktail in your hand as you lingered closer to the back of the group as alessia is pulling you into her.

her arm wind tightly around your waist, her body warm against yours, and her champagne flute clinks softly as it brushes your side.

"missed you," she murmurs, it slightly raspy from the amount of singing she'd done throughout the night. her lips skimming your ear, her voice a sultry purr.

you hum a soft laugh, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her shorts, slowly, deliberately your touch featherlight. teasing.

"missed me?" you echo, voice laced with mischief. "you've had your hands all over me all night, less. thought you might've gotten bored by now."

alessia pulls back just enough to give you a look — playful, dangerous. "don't tempt me," she murmurs, eyes dipping to your lips, then lower. "you're the one wearing my shirt, my name on your back, baby. what did you think would happen?"

you tug at the collar of it, smug. "i thought you might behave... at least until we get to the third round of sweet caroline."

alessia laughs, a soft, disbelieving sound, before her fingers slip under the hem, brushing the skin at your hip, nipping slightly. "keep running your mouth, pretty girl," she warns, her tone lazy, almost amused. "see where it gets you."

but you don't take that as a sign to stop if anything it makes you want to continue your teasing all the more. press her buttons more.

you shift closer, pressing yourself into her just a little too innocently, your voice honeyed as you whisper, "you gonna kiss me again, or just keep talking about it?"

her jaw clenches, her grip on your waist tightening. her eyes burn.

"you're such a brat at times," she mutters, but it's affectionate laced with tension. "are you gonna carry on messing about... or are you gonna let me take you upstairs and ruin that little attitude of yours?"

the world spins a little at her words, heat blooming low in your stomach, but you can't help the wicked grin that curves on your lips. "you always talk this big," you say, leaning in until your noses brush, "but yet i'm still here fully dressed..."

that seemed to do it.

alessia exhaled sharply, grabbing your hand in hers, and placed her champagne flute down without looking where it's ended. then she's dragging you out of the function room, ignoring the chorus of laughter and karaoke behind you coming from her teammates.

you keep teasing her, brushing your fingers along the back of her neck in the queue for the lift, leaning in just enough to let your breath tickle her skin. "bet you'd let me make a mess of you right here, wouldn't you?"

you say it soft like it nothing, just to see the flicker, the way her nostrils flare that little bit, the sharp inhale and the way her jaw clicks.

alessia doesn't respond, she knows what your doing and soon enough she knows she going to be able to have her way with you. 

and then — the lift doors open.

alessia doesn't even wait for them to close before she's pressing you into the wall, the hand railing close and sharp on your back as one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing slow, promising lines along your waist.

"you've had your fun," she whispers darkly. "now it's my turn."

the lift hums softly, the world shrinking down to just the two of you, breath mingling in the tight space. alessia's lips brush against your jaw, sending a shiver straight down your spine.

alessia steps back just enough to grab your hand, fingers curling possessively around yours as she pulls you through the hallway of the fancy hotel the team was staying in. the noise around you fades, the moment narrowing to the pulse between your bodies.

the door to the room clicks shut behind you, the soft thud sealing off the outside world. alessia's bright blue eyes, darken, fierce and tender all at once as they drink you in—especially the football jersey you're wearing, a match worn one she'd given you from a few games ago. it being a little oversized on you, sleeves loose on your shoulders, the fabric heavy with her scent and the memory of the pitch.

your girlfriend's fingers trace your collarbone as she pushed you against the wall. her hands slipping beneath the edge of the jersey, warm and sure. the contrast of her touch against the rough cotton sends sparks skittering across your skin.

her hand cups the back of your neck, drawing you in until her breath brushes your lips—a low, slow promise that pulls you under.

when alessia's mouth finally meets yours, it's deliberate and searing, every inch of the kiss claiming you. her hand slides from your waist, fingertips ghosting upward, tracing the ribs beneath your shirt, lighting a fire to every nerve.

you press closer, the cool draft from the cracked window mixing with the heat of her body, until the world shrinks to the taut tension between you.

alessia pulls back just enough, breath warm against your mouth. her fingers all over you as they slip lower, tracing slow, tantalising lines along your hip bone, nails grazing just enough to make your nerves hum.

"your so pretty, my love." alessia whispers as her lips follow the path her hands set—along your jaw, the sensitive hollow beneath it. a faint, teasing lick, and you can't stop the sharp inhale that escapes from your lips.

alessia catches it with a low, wicked smile, the heat in her eyes growing. her hands settle firmly on your back, pressing herself impossibly closer.

her breath fluttering across your ear, teeth grazing your lobe, the sensation electric and consuming. slow, teasing kisses trail down your neck, each one a promise, a quiet command. every touch building the tension tighter, winding you both up like a coil ready to snap.

your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer, craving the taut strength beneath her clothes. her eyes lock onto yours, dark and fierce, sliding beneath your shirt once again, her fingers electric as they explore with a hunger that's patient and sure.

her whisper is a thread pulling you deeper: "tell me what you want baby."

you try for something cheeky, a small grin curling your lips, “you, a-always you.” you whine but before you can speak more, alessia silences you—pressing her body harder against yours, her voice low and unyielding.

"soon, baby. i promise but tonight i’m in control."

and in that moment, you head fuzzy from the amount of alcohol consumed and with the way she looked, spoke, moved you. with her hands and lips commanding every inch of you, you knew you wouldn't want it any other way.

the jersey shifts beneath alessia's touch as her hands slide higher, palms warm and steady against your stomach, until the fabric bunches at your ribs. she doesn't rush—there's no need. you're already pliant beneath her, breath coming shallow as the tension winds tighter.

alessia watches your face as she lifts the shirt, slow and deliberate, exposing inch by inch of your skin to the cool hotel air and her burning gaze. when she finally pulls it over your head and tosses it somewhere on the floor, her eyes linger—appreciating, claiming, the corners of her mouth curling like she already knows what you'll be reduced to.

her hands come back to your waist, fingers tracing the waistband of your bottoms, not dipping beneath, not yet—just the steady pressure of promise.

alessia presses forward again, hips against yours, mouth finding the slope of your neck again. each kiss lands heavier now, deeper, wetter, laced with heat and hunger.

you are trembling under her, head tipping back against the wall, exposing your throat, your chest rising and falling faster with every touch.

“le-less please, i-i need you.” you whine as her fingers trail up your side, feather-light over your ribs, then cup your chest through the thin fabric of your bra.

a sharp gasp slips from you before you can catch it—your hips twitching forward instinctively, seeking friction that she refuses to give.

you feel her smirk against your neck. "already falling apart," she murmurs. "i haven't even really touched you yet, my girl."

you let out a soft, helpless sound, somewhere between a whimper and a plea, but it only spurs her on. alessia unhooks your bra with maddening ease, too much ease, dragging the straps down your arms and casting it aside. it landing somewhere.

the air feeling sharp against your skin, your nipples already tight from want and the way her gaze roves over you—hungry, focused, reverent.

alessia kisses her way down, tongue flicking briefly over your skin, teeth grazing just enough to make you jerk beneath her hands.

but when her mouth finally closes around your nipple, you arch, a strangled sound leaving your lips as your fingers twist into her blonde hair, desperate for something to anchor you.

“a-lessi—ah—please…”

but she doesn't let you take control. one of her hands clamps over your wrist, pinning it to your side as she works you over. slow, wet licks, lazy drags of her tongue daunting you almost, sucking just enough to make you tremble.

you knees go weak, and she chuckles darkly, guiding you back toward the white linen sheets of the hotel bed with calm authority, until the backs of your thighs hit the edge and you sit without thinking. you're a mess—breathing hard, skin flushed, nerves raw.

the blonde kneels between your legs, hands running slowly up your thighs. her nails scrape lightly through the fabric still clinging to your hips, and you're sure if she asked you for anything in that moment, you'd give it without hesitation.

but she doesn't ask.

alessia watches your face as she peels the rest of your clothes off—deliberate and unhurried, like she’s unwrapping something precious, something she’s earned. her eyes never leave yours, and the heat in them makes your skin flush under the low light.

you lift your hips when she tells you to, the quiet, “up for me, baby,” sending a fresh wave of want rolling through your belly. her knuckles graze teasingly between your legs as she pulls your underwear down, and a high, desperate sound slips from your throat before you can stop it.

“fuck—less…”

she smirks softly. you’re already trembling, thighs twitching under her hands as she kneels between your legs.

she doesn’t touch you where you need it. not yet.

instead, alessia’s palms settle on your inner thighs, spreading you open with gentle pressure. the pads of her thumbs rub slow, possessive circles into your skin, warm and steady, grounding you even as you start to unravel.

you're soaked. you know it. she knows it.

you can’t help it—you whimper, a breathy, broken noise that betrays how close you already are to begging.

“less… please—” your voice cracks, soft and shaking. “d-don’t tease me…”

alessia doesn’t answer—not with words anyway. her breath ghosts over your aching core, warm and maddeningly close, making your hips jerk instinctively toward her.

you let out a strangled moan, high and needy. “god—please, i can’t take it.”

alessia hums, low and deep in her throat, eyes fixed on the slick between your legs like she’s watching something sacred. “you’re dripping,” alessia murmurs, voice rough. “so wet for me, my pretty, girl.”

your head tips back, eyes fluttering shut as you let out a soft, desperate whine. “please—less, i need your mouth, i need—”

her thumbs press in slightly, keeping your thighs open, and she leans in just close enough to brush her nose against your clit without fully touching it.

you gasp, your whole body jerking.

“say it,” alessia says, calm and low. “tell me exactly what you want.”

you’re panting now, thighs shaking under her hands. “i want your mouth—i want your tongue—please, please just—fuck—less, do something—”

alessia finally lets her lips ghost over you, the barest brush of heat and wetness that makes you cry out, sharp and helpless.

“ah—oh my god—yes—yes—”

but she doesn’t stay there. alessia lifts her head again, licking her lips slowly, eyes burning as she watches the way you squirm beneath her.

“not yet,” alessia whispers, voice like velvet and smoke. “i want you to hear you beg a little more.”

she doesn't give you what you so desperately want. not yet. instead she hovers, breath warm against the aching heat between your legs, so close you can feel the way her exhale makes you twitch, your hips lifting involuntarily toward her mouth.

your writhing beneath her, every nerve lit up, skin hypersensitive from how close she’s hovering but refusing to touch you properly. your hands reach for her, one slipping into her hair, the other gripping the sheets hard enough to hurt.

“please…” your voice is barely a whisper, raw with need. “less—fuck—please, i’m going insane…”

alessia doesn’t move. your thighs twitch in her hold, and you lift your hips again, instinctive, desperate. “i need your mouth. i need you, please, i’ll do anything.”

still nothing—just her breath against you, warm and maddening.

you whimper again, louder this time. “i’m so wet for you, it hurts. i can’t take it—i need you, alessia, please touch me.”

you hear your own voice breaking, high and wrecked, and still she just watches you, so calm, so in control. it only makes it worse.

“please,” you beg again, shakier now. “i’ll be a good girl —just please, please, don’t make me wait anymore—”

another quiet, desperate whimper escapes you before you can stop it. alessia's eyes flick up, and her mouth curls into a slow, dangerous smile. "that's better," she murmurs.

then finally, her mouth meets you where you need her most.

the first lick is slow—broad, deliberate. alessia moans low against you, the sound reverberating deep in her throat like she’s finally getting a taste of something she’s been craving for far too long. her mouth is hot, her tongue languid and sure as it slides through you, and you shudder violently, legs falling open wider without resistance.

“fuck,” you whisper, already breathless.

alessia’s hands slide beneath your thighs and hook around, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, locking you in place. her grip is firm—commanding. there is no escape, not that you want one. alessia groans again, rough and needy, the vibrations shooting straight through your core.

“your mine,” alessia murmurs, voice low and wrecked as she glances up at you. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

alessia dips back down, and then she’s everywhere—tongue pressing in slow, languid strokes, tracing every slick inch of you with devastating control. she savors it, each movement precise, almost reverent, like she’s tasting your pleasure more than her own. your hips stutter, but alessia just tightens her grip, nails biting into your skin as she holds you still.

“stay there, baby,” she says, breath warm and ragged against you. “let me take my time.”

your fingers tangle in the sheets, desperate to anchor yourself. then her tongue flicks—quick, teasing, then swirling around your clit with a rhythm that’s maddening in its precision. you choke on a moan, head tossing back, thighs twitching against her shoulders.

“a-alessia—ah—fuck,” you gasp, voice cracking as your fingers leave the sheets and sink into her hair, gripping tight.

alessia groans again, louder this time, the sound guttural and needy. her mouth seals around you, sucking slow and deep, and you swear you can feel her smiling against your skin when you cry out.

“you love this, don’t you?” alessia breathes against your clit. “love being ruined on my tongue.”

you try to answer, to speak, but your body betrays you—all you can manage is a breathless whimper, hips jerking despite yourself. her tongue presses harder, faster, dragging a helpless moan from your lips, your thighs clamping reflexively around her.

alessia doesn’t relent. she keeps going, relentless, confident, mouth working you like she already knows every way to make you fall apart. the wet sounds between your thighs grow louder, matched only by the breathy little gasps and moans slipping freely from both of you. every sound she makes is a praise—raw, wanting, as though alessia’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you move, the way you sound.

“f-fuck—less…” you manage, voice all torn-up desire.

her grip on your thighs tightens again. “i said stay still,” she growls, low and possessive, licking a firm, deliberate stripe that makes your back arch off the mattress. “be a good girl for me.”

then her lips wrap around your clit and she sucks—hard and perfect—and your whole world snaps. your hands fly to her shoulders, grabbing at anything you can, fingers digging in as the tension coils impossibly tight.

“less—oh god, m’ close, i—fuck!”

alessia hums against you, tongue moving faster now, working you through the build with ruthless expertise. she feels it in your trembling thighs, the way your body rocks helplessly into her mouth, chasing every flick and suck like you’re starving for it.

your moans come out broken now—gasping, pleading, babbling messes of her name and barely-formed curses.

alessia’s hands grip harder, anchoring you as your back bows and your whole body strains toward release. you feel the burn rising, unbearable, unbearable—until it’s not.

“let go, baby,” alessia breathes, voice shaking from effort and lust. “let me hear you.”

and when it hits, it’s not soft—it’s a full-body surrender. your mouth drops open in a silent cry, your hips jerk wildly, and your whole body convulses as the orgasm tears through you like a wave. it’s hot, overwhelming, and all-consuming—her name falling from your lips like prayer.

but alessia doesn’t stop.

she licks you through it, slow and thorough, tongue dragging through your wetness like she’s cleaning you up, worshipping every shudder, every twitch. it’s too much. too intense. you whimper, breath hitching as your body trembles uncontrollably.

“mhm s-still sensitive,” you manage to gasp, twitching beneath her.

alessia finally pulls back, mouth slick, eyes dark and glittering with satisfaction. she looks at you like she’s never seen anything more beautiful than the way you’re sprawled on the bed—boneless, ruined, glowing.

“good girl,” she murmurs. “tasted even better than i imagined.”

alessia, licking her lips as she crawls up your body, slow and predatory, and presses her mouth to yours. you can taste yourself on her lips, on her tongue, and it makes your stomach twist with something deeper than lust—something sharp and consuming.

"think you've still got cheek left in you?" alessia murmurs, voice rough with want, hips already settling between your legs again.

you try to answer. but all that comes out is a whimper. and alessia grins. "didn't think so."

but alessia doesn't give you much time to catch your breath.

she stays right there, pressed against you, her thigh sliding between yours, the warmth of her body anchoring you as her mouth finds your throat again—biting gently now, claiming, leaving faint marks she knows you'll feel later.

her hands roaming without hesitation, familiar now in the way they map your body, coaxing little reactions with minimal effort.

your skin is oversensitive, every nerve exposed and raw, but it doesn't matter. you crave more. need more. wanted more. you feel insatiable under her—lit up and stretched thin and so completely hers.

and alessia knows it.

"you're, we’re not done," alessia breathes against your ear, hand sliding between your legs again. "not even close."

your thighs twitch in protest, but your body betrays you—already wet, already eager, already opening up for her again.

alessia kisses the corner of your mouth as her fingers slip through your slick heat, drawing a broken gasp from your lips. you try to lift your hips, but her other hand lands firm on your stomach, pinning you down.

"no," alessia murmurs. "you don't get to chase it. you take what I give you."

the command coils through you like lightning, and you whimper—eyes fluttering shut, breath catching as her fingers circle your clit in slow, maddening patterns. no pressure, not yet. just enough to make your whole body ache with the wanting, once again.

"a-alessia, please-"

alessia watches you unravel beneath her. every twist of your hips, every shaky breath, every bitten-off moan—she drinks it in like fuel.

"you look so gorgeous like this," alessia says, voice rough with arousal. "messy. needy. my name half-stuck in your throat."

you nod, useless, undone.

alessia pushes two fingers into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, and you cry out—hips bucking before her hand on your stomach pushes you back down again.

her rhythm is unrelenting—firm and deep, the heel of her palm brushing your clit with every stroke until you're practically writhing.

your fingers scrabble for something—her arm, the sheets, yourself. you can't hold anything steady. every muscle feels like it's trembling on the edge.

alessia leans in, her voice in your ear, low and deadly calm. "you're gonna cum again for me, my girl. just like this. don't hold it. let go."

you can't answer, not with proper words. just whimpers of her name. all you can do is feel—her fingers curling just right, the tight drag inside you, the steady grind of her hand, the fire building with every second until you're nothing but heat and helpless moans.

"a-ah, oh, less"

it crashes over you like a wave—harder than before. your whole body arches, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open in a desperate cry as the orgasm rips through you, sharp and all-consuming.

alessia doesn't stop right away. she works you through it, again, until your thighs shake and you're gasping and whimpering, begging with no words, just broken sounds and twitching limbs.

finally, finally, alessia slows.

her fingers slipping out of you, wet and shining, and she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a quiet, satisfied hum.

before she crawls up beside you, her body warm against yours, and kisses you deep and slow—like she's sealing something between your ribs.

your legs are still trembling. your breath's ragged. your body feels like it's glowing from the inside out.

alessia smiles against your lips, fingers brushing the sweaty hair from your forehead.

"still think you could handle wearing my jersey again?" alessia murmurs. you manage the softest laugh, eyes half-lidded, voice nothing more than a wrecked whisper.

"only if i survive the night."

alessia doesn't let you drift far. she gives you a moment—just long enough to feel the tremble still working through your thighs, your chest rising and falling in uneven gasps.

but her hand never fully leaves your skin. it stays there, splayed possessively across your waist, thumb stroking the curve of your hip in lazy, dangerous circles.

you're pliant beneath her, loose and wrecked, and she loves seeing you like this - maybe more than she would ever admit to anyone.

"look at you," alessia murmurs, her voice thick and low as she presses a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then down the column of your throat again. "completely fucked out—and i’m not even close to done with you."

the words ignite something in your gut, deep and molten. you shift slightly against her, instinctively seeking friction, heat, more—and alessia laughs, a dark, amused sound that vibrates against your skin.

"oh, you want it now?" alessia teases, hand sliding down to squeeze your thigh, her fingers dragging inward, brushing the oversensitive slick between your legs. "suddenly so greedy."

you try to answer, but the sound that leaves you is more whine than word, like it has been since she's been on top of you. your hand curls into her bicep, nails dragging faint crescents into her skin, but she's not giving you any control, not tonight.

alessia shifts, rising above you—knees straddling your thigh, her own body finally pressing close, and that's when you feel it: how wet she is. even through her shorts, the heat is unmistakable, pressed against your skin like a promise you've been aching for all night.

you glance down, dizzy with want, and catch the sharp smirk on her lips as she leans down, her mouth brushing your ear.

"you feel that?" alessia whispers. "that's what you do to me."

and then she grabs your wrist and drags your hand down between her legs, pushing your fingers hard against the soaked fabric.

"take them off me," alessia growls, voice rough with need.

your fingers shake as you obey, tugging the waistband down her thighs, breath catching when you see how wet she is—slick and flushed and so ready for you.

but before you can touch her, alessia grabs your wrists and pins them to the mattress again, her hips grinding down against your thigh, drawing a low groan from her throat.

"don't get ahead of yourself baby," alessia warns, dragging her wet heat across your skin, letting you feel how much she needs it—how close she is to unraveling, too. "this is still my game. my reward.”

and then she starts to move.

the friction is obscene—her body grinding against your leg in slow, deliberate rolls, the slick slide of her clit against your skin making your whole body tighten all over again. her breath hitches, her fingers tightening around your wrists, and you can feel how close she is to losing it.

but alessia doesn't. not yet.

alessia leans down, mouth finding yours, her kiss hungry now—open and hot and messy, tongue pressing in like she's trying to taste every sound you've made tonight. when she breaks it, her forehead rests against yours, breath mingling, both of you caught in the rhythm of her hips.

you're squirming under her, desperate for her to let you touch, to take, to give her back even a fraction of the pleasure she's given you. but she doesn't loosen her grip. alessia just keeps using you—riding your thigh like it's hers, like you are.

and fuck, you are.

your head rolls back, eyes fluttering shut, mouth falling open in a low moan as her pace quickens, her breaths growing shallower.

you can hear the slick drag of her against your skin, feel every tremble as her thighs tighten around yours. "lessi-" you gasp, voice thin and breaking.

"say it again," alessia demands, voice wrecked.

"le-lessi, please”

alessia's right there. you can feel it in the way her rhythm falters, the tremble in her arms, the desperate bite of her teeth into your shoulder as her orgasm rips through her, sudden and intense.

she moans your name like it's the only thing tethering her to the world, her whole body going rigid above you, grinding hard through the aftershocks until she finally collapses against your chest—breathing hard, skin slick, still twitching with the last waves of pleasure.

you were both shaking.

“fuck..that was,, was amazing.”

you lie there in the aftermath, her weight warm and grounding on top of you, your fingers finally freed to tangle in her blonde hair, stroking her back as you come down together.

but even as her breathing evens out, you feel her smile against your skin.

"you're not going anywhere," alessia whispers, already kissing around your skin again. "i'm going to ruin you by morning."

you lie there beneath her, limbs tangled, breath catching in quiet fits as alessia's weight settles over you—warm and solid, grounding.

her skin is damp, her thigh still pressed between yours, but now her hands have softened, brushing slowly up and down your ribs in a soothing rhythm, as if trying to memorise you all over again.

"i love you and, i’m so proud of you, always.” you whisper against her head. but alessia doesn't speak at first. just kisses the hollow of your throat, then your shoulder, then the soft space just above your heart, each one slower than the last. like gratitude. like worship.

"i love you too, my girl. so much.”

and you can't help the way your fingers continue to thread into her hair, gently pulling her closer, keeping her right there.

after a long moment, alessia lifts her head, eyes meeting yours—dark, shining, a little wild still, but soft around the edges now.

"if this is what victory tastes like..." alessia murmurs, voice rough but low, "then i want to win every award possible."

you can feel the smile tug at your lips before you can stop it, the sound that escapes you somewhere between a breathless laugh and a groan.

"that your post-match speech?"

alessia grins, dipping down to press her lips just below your ear. "no, not even close."

and then her mouth is on yours again—slower this time, but no less demanding. her kiss steals your breath, like she's tasting the high of what she just did to you—and already thinking about doing it again.

her hand slides back between your thighs, teasing, coaxing your legs apart like it's second nature. you gasp into alessia's mouth, your whole body still trembling, still so tender and open—but she knows exactly how to touch you now. how to pull you right under again.

you whimper as she slips lower, heat pooling fast in your belly once more.

"i told you," alessia murmurs, voice all gravel and promise as she disappears between you thighs. "we aren't done."

and this time, when alessia's mouth finds you again, you know two things, one that your exactly where you want to be and two that you know exactly how long this night is going to be.

[xoxochb]

— ruffled sheets and flushed cheeks 💌 ⋆˚࿔

a/n: so I did a thing here…….

it begun with one kiss. just one, a simple greeting after a long day of being away from each other.

but you should have known, presumed, guessed, that with percy, it couldn’t have possibly been just one kiss, no. it turned into two from there, then three and four and five— then following this, you’d completely lost count.

lost count when he held you gently, guiding you back to his previously rumpled shark sheets, and the second your underwear were slipped down your legs.

nothing but your initiated ‘p’ necklace remains after that, dangling between your breasts, slicked with sweat. either from the soft fire or your exertion of your drenched cunt attempting to accommodate the sheer size of percy’s cock piercing in and out of you repeatedly.

you shut your teary eyes, letting your nails dig crescents into percy’s shoulders. you’d never dare tell him to stop, not when this sensation was something utterly heavenly. it would be silly to pass an opportunity like this.

percy reaches his lips down to press over each tear that slips out from your eyes, his hand not guiding you hip intertwining with your own for comfort.

when he speaks breathily it’s nearly incoherent, “… so pretty like this, sweet girl. fuckin’ gorgeous.” each mere word punctuated with a thrust.

his unoccupied hand is used to push himself deeper within you, nearly obliterating. the poor sheets, too… you hadn’t gotten a chance to cover them up. you’d have to rewash them come the morning.

especially with your release so close, you had no doubt it would be entirely pleasant. for you, though. not the bed which you almost felt bad about.

“perce.” you inhale and squeeze his hand. involuntarily, you manage to slide a leg around him. far more inwards through your tightening pussy.

“sweet girl.” you hear the faintest smile in his voice. “gonna cum for me?”

you nod vigorously. “y-yes.”

like on queue, you feel the white, hot liquid filling you upon your orgasm. your moans take over the essence of the room, far louder than before.

you ride out your climax for as long as humanly possibly until percy pulls out, soaking the sheets like presumed, and flops down on the bed right beside you.

the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths before you turn on your side to percy. his green eyes are already trained on you. your cheeks turn redder if possible.

you rub your face into the pillow in hiding, letting percy kiss your sweaty shoulder and smooth out your hair oh-so soothingly.

“give me your eyes.” obediently, you look back at percy. “atta girl. c’mere.”

you don’t waste another millisecond before your face is buried in his chest. and it doesn’t take long after that for sleep to take you in its arms.

[leeechin]

jealous sex with jungwon 🙏🏼

monopolizing ( yang jungwon ) 18+

✧ pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader ⌗ warnings: unprotected sex (don't do that), rough sex. spanking, slight degradation, size kink i mean look at his broad shoulders pls, jungwon's kinda mean in this 😕 but you love it, thighriding, he takes one video (consented), reader gets fucked dumb (?), mention of heeseung lol.

a/n: kind of short but i changed the req up with a little plot so i hope this meets ur expectations anon <3 reqs r open for short drabbles and fics don't be shy !! 🫶

word count: ( 1.9k )

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jungwon's really good at doing his part as a loving and attentive boyfriend that goes by your demands. but it's different when it's in bed.. and you guys are aware the members have heard you guys before. they just love to tease the fuck out of jungwon.

he's watching you on the other side of the room, sitting on the floor playing a card game with heeseung, laughing at whatever he was saying, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. jungwon blinks at your pretty face bursting into laughter. he can't help but wish you gave him attention instead, i mean he could also play a card game with you :(

"yo jungwon! you haven't look away from y/n once since she started playing card games with heeseung!" jake points out, clearly seeing jealously seep out of jungwon's face. jungwon clenches his teeth watching you playfully swat heeseung's shoulder after you lose a card game. the no response from jungwon shows it all. "don't tell me he's jealous—!" sunghoon jokes, eyes staring the same direction jungwon's are.

"w-what?! no i'm not—!" jungwon sputters in response, "you're so bad at lying." jay tsks as he passes by the kitchen, grabbing a plate and leaving. jungwon tries distracting himself from continuing to look at you and heeseung, opening random kitchen cabinet doors until he hears your cheerful voice.

"hi wonnie." you mumble, arms wrapping from behind him and nuzzling your face against his neck. jungwon feels his cheeks heat up at your affection infront of all of his fellow bandmates.

"hi baby." he responds turning around and placing a quick peck on your lips, hands placed on both side of your hips.

"look at wonnie all shy and everything!" jake mocks, causing you to let out a scoff and throw a middle finger at him while still embraced in jungwon's arms. "get a room you freaks!" sunghoon adds on, a look of disgust plastered on his face jokingly.

you smirk, moving your hands to grabbing at jungwon's biceps. once again so grateful that the boys have been dragging him out to the gym. "oh we definitely will, trust. matter of fact, right now—!" you exclaim, dragging jungwon's taller frame behind you as you find the door to his room. everybody else in the house making sure to turn up the volume of the tv and blast music.

"is this because she was playing apples to apples with me was it—?" heeseung asks, frowning at the pile of cards with the unfinished game the two of you were playing. "no shit sherlock."

closing the door behind you, a mischievous smile glints on your face, hands roaming around jungwon's chest. "jealousy is such a sexy look on your face." your lips quirking into a smile, staring at your boyfriend as you await a response. jungwon let’s out a low growl, realizing that you made him jealous on purpose. bending you over the dresser by his door, a loud smack! landed on your clothed ass. you already feel wetness seeping out of your cunt at the contact, squealing and pushing back.

"such a naughty girl. you enjoy doing this to me huh?" both hands pulling down your shorts, hissing at the sight of your pink lacy thong. pulling the elastic away and letting it slap against your skin causing you to yelp at the contact. "mmh please won'—! i’ve been bad, i'm sorry!"

"don't think you can get away with this so easily baby. you think heeseung can fuck you the way i do?" he responds with his hands roaming all over your body, slowly removing every article of clothing left on you except for your cute pink panties.

jungwon had no remorse in teasing you, finding it amusing at how quick you can turn into putty with him barely doing anything to you.

your now naked body trembling at jungwon's teasing touches, eager to feel more. "what happens to good girls when they decide they want to be bad huh?" he chuckled at the wetness pooling down your inner thighs with your body still bent over the dresser. "they get punished." you whine, attempting to free yourself from jungwon's tight pinning. he lets out a sound of approval, loosening his grip on your hips, ridding himself off of all his clothes but leaving his boxers on. moving to sit himself against the headboard and patting on his his thighs. "ride my thigh."

scrambling to crawl on the bed. you look up to see your boyfriend immersed at your eagerness. all you could do at that moment was stare dumbly at jungwon. "i— don't know if i can do it wonnie." you frown, your gaze pleading for jungwon to manhandle you and fuck you senseless. "you wanted to play games with me infront of everybody, don't be so shy now pretty."

your thighs on both sides of his, in nothing but your pink lacy panties. you're admiring the sight infront you, a very evident bulge in jungwon's boxers. crossing both of his arms behind his head. "what's the hold up now baby?" he teases, seeing how your hands were on both sides of your panties to pull it down. pulling your laced panties down just enough, jungwon groaned at the sight seeing it stick to your needy cunt, a string of arousal following the removal. "won' please, i need you in me so bad."

"i'll give you what you want after you ride my thigh hm?" jungwon negotiates, fighting the urge to just pull his boxers down and make you bounce on his dick until you forgot your own name. your head nods rapidly, pulling your panties down to your ankles and kicking it off to somewhere in the room. quickly placing yourself between one of jungwon's muscled thighs. seating your heat against it, rubbing slowly, the immediate friction on your clit making you let out a silent scream.

finding your own pace as you ride jungwon's thigh, feeling the ridge of his muscles as you dragged your needy cunt against it, your small whimpers and moans filling the room, becoming music to jungwon's ears. a satisfied smile wreathed his lips when he sees your eyes on him as you fell apart on his thigh, as he's flexing it occasionally to add on more intensity to your clit.

you could feel your orgasm approaching as your hole clenched around nothing. hands pawing at your boyfriend's shoulders. "wonnie please i need to cum! i'm sorry i teased you—please—!" amusement painted all over jungwon's face seeing how you were so submissive and crumbling at him doing nothing but having you ride his thigh.

"show me pretty girl. cum all over my thigh." the wetness of your arousal coating your boyfriend's thighs, granting your request. your hands tighten the grip on jungwon's shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the knot loosens in your stomach. jungwon's hands move to hold your hips, helping you slow down your movements.

"shit, you are so fucking sexy baby." and he's almost in pain at how long his boner has been held up in his boxers. you now being on your back, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as jungwon grinds his clothed bulge over your exposed needy cunt. you to sit up, attempting reaching your hand to your boyfriend's boxers, failing miserably as jungwon holds both your thighs back, nearly folding you in half, the sight of your glistening heat practically inviting him in.

moving to push your thighs back with one of his hands, jungwon reaches to the nightstand beside his bed, grabbing his phone that was on top of it, opening the camera app before placing it near him on the mattress. "fuck baby, please. i need to record your pretty face taking my cock." he groans, seeing the mess of the wetness that surrounded your cunt.

"yes jungwon! please wanna feel you stretch me out—!" you whine, your own hands replacing jungwon's hand that was pushing your thighs back, exposing yourself bare beneath him. "fuckkkkk." jungwon hisses as he frees himself from his tight boxers, stroking himself slowly and finding eye contact with you. your big doe eyes begging for jungwon to fill you up. he obliges, pushing his thick mushroom tip in, causing you to let out a loud gasp, then bottoming out.

your hands hold your thighs tightly as jungwon stays still for a bit, allowing you to adjust to his size. "m' so full wonnie." you sigh, bucking your hips up with small movements indicating that it was okay for him to move. jungwon pulls out until only his tip is inside you and plunges into you deeply, making you feel every ridge and vein. you let out a string of moans in response, your warm velvety walls pulling jungwon in and tightening around his length. grunting in response as he scrambles to grab his phone. "keep your legs like that, show the camera how well you take my cock in that tight pussy."

you let a moan of jungwon's name when you see the flash of the camera on, the hand that wasn't recording to grab at one your tits. "so big jungwon—!" your words slur as he sets a relentless pace, the camera capturing the sight of his dick disappearing deep into your cunt, the wet sounds and squelches filling the room. your hands find purchase in holding jungwon's big shoulders, admiring the way the muscles on his arms flexed along with the thrusts he gave you.

"thaaat's it, show the camera who make you feel good." giving you a few more harsh strokes before stopping the video and tossing his phone to the side. jungwon curses at the sight of how easily your cunt sucks in his thick length. "so fucking tight baby, shit—! your pussy feels so good!" jungwon groaning as he feels your walls flutter around him. "so so good jungwon! more more more!" you babble, pleasure stinging in every part of your body. and jungwon was pretty much already giving you every you could'vr asked for in bed.

"you close baby?" jungwon asks, speeding his pace to an even more impossible level, hands moving your thighs over his shoulder, the angle making him hit even deeper, a small bulge displaying thru your stomach, making you press against the bulge. "i am—! please fill me wonnie. wanna be full of your cum mmh—!"

"shit cum around me like the good girl you are." jungwon didn't need to even ask twice as you throw your head back against the soft pillows on his bed, walls spasming around his cock as you let loose on your climax, jungwon following quickly after, making sure to milk every drop of his cum into you.

"i probably can't walk properly after this!" you exclaimed as jungwon came back into the room from the bathroom with a warm towel, wiping your now sensitive, spent heat. he laughs in response, "you were so fucking hot in the video, jesus." looking over the video that was recorded on his phone briefly.

"glad i could be of service." you sarcastically salute, eyes half lidded once cleaned up and with one of jungwon's t-shirts over your body. "sorry went a little too hard baby." jungwon kissing the exposed part of your shoulder blade, making you forget about the unfinished card game with heeseung outside, keeping you all to himself. ୨ ୧