#sliding my hands along yours and standing behind you and guiding you so gently as you learn to use the axe more efficiently btw 💜💜💜

[preyunit]

You're beautiful, and I'd let you put my neck on a stump but darlin you chop wood like a city girl 💜

POV: your girlfriend shows you how to wield an axe

[sunnylua]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི minors DNI. fem!reader x nanami

Kento had been so busy with work lately. Spending most of his day at the office, sitting all day in his desk with his nose buried in paperwork.

So when he gets home and see his tired face, you knew you had to help him!

He sat on the living room couch, not even with the strength to greet you. His legs spread and his hands move to undo his tie and a few buttons of his shirt.

You make your way towards him, “hey ken, I made dinner for you.” You sat next to him with a small pout already forming in your lips.

“Not hungry.” Oh. “I still have some work to do.”

He stands up from the couch and makes his way towards his studio. If food didn’t convince, then what?

Brilliant idea!

After a few minutes you walk into his studio. He barely spares you a glance as you walk towards him. You stood behind him while he typed something on his computer.

“You should rest a bit, honey.” Your hands landed on his shoulders, gently rubbing his tense muscles.

“Can’t. I have to finish this before tomorrow morning.” He sighs and eventually leaned back into his chair accepting your gentle massage.

“You’ve been working nonstop, that’s not very healthy. You’re always going on about how I shouldn’t overwork myself, and that’s exactly what you do.”

You leaned down to rest your head on his shoulder, sliding your hands to his chest and started unbottoning his shirt slowly.

“You need to release your tension somehow, ken. Your muscles are tight, I don’t want you having back pain.”

Kento closed his eyes while your hands made their way towards his now bare chest. Your lips trailed kisses along his neck and he tilted his head back onto your shoulder.

“I need you…”

You pulled away, a small smile forming on your lips at his needy words. You made your way towards his lap straddling his legs.

“See? A little break won’t hurt.”

His hands roamed over your legs and up to your ass, kneading your soft skin over the fabric of your shorts. He guided your hips slowly grinding over his hard length, a small moan escaped his lips.

One thing led to another, his pants were pooling at his feet and your panties pushed to the side. His fingers teasing your entrance and slowly pushing them in slowly.

A gasped escaped your lips as he curled his fingers, pressing that sweet spot that only he knew how to find.

“That’s it, angel.” He pumped his fingers faster and more aggressively, you could already feel your orgasm building up. Squelching sounds were heard all over the little studio, as you tried your best to hold back your moans.

“Wanted me to get a break, huh? Or did you just want my attention?… take it then.”

His thumb made circles around your clit and you clenched around his fingers.

“Ken- please… I’m so close.” You whimpered, your heart was racing so fast, it felt like running a marathon. Your back arched more with each thrust of his fingers.

“Yeah? You can’t finish just now, baby. You need to take my dick, yeah? Be a good girl for me and wait.”

You nodded, your brain was all fuzzy by just his fingers. It hurts, it took all of your strength to hold in your release. But anything for your poor overworked boyfriend.

He pulled his fingers out and took them in his mouth wiping off your slick. He then crashed his lips into yours in a messy kiss. Tongue, teeth, lips biting, and your taste on his lips.

He positioned himself on your entrance without first rubbing his cock over your lips, your sweet juices covering his length. He liked to tease you, first, when you thought he was about to enter he pulled away. Several times.

It was driving you insane. You felt pathetic for wanting to cum from just that.

He pushed himself inside of you slowly, and just when he was about to push the last few inches in, he pulled out and slammed his hips into yours. It made you scream, his tip kissing your cervix so deliciously your toes curled.

His pace was relentless, his dick slamming in and out of you repeatedly. He may be tired for work, but never to please his sweet girl.

“You can take it, baby. Take it all, yes? You’re doing so well, helping me relax.”

His hands gripped your ass tightly, helping you follow his movements. Your thighs were covered in your slick and it started dripping into his legs and his desk chair.

“I’m so close, baby. You feel so good…” Kento’s lips found your neck and without faltering, his hand went between your legs, rubbing your clit fast.

Your legs trembled with his touch and after only a few seconds your walls clenched around him, a loud moan escaped your lips as your body shook. Kento helped you ride out your orgasm, and he kept going chasing after his.

The friction started getting too much, your poor cunt taking all the overstimulation. With a final thrust, Kento finished inside you. Thick ropes of his cum filled you up so nicely, almost spilling out, but of course he would never permit that.

“You did so well, baby.” His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to his chest. “Don’t move, stay like this while I finish work, yeah?”

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Note: um hi

[thirteenheavens]

Pleaseeeee I need a Vernon, mingyu, jeonghan or hoshi au like where they are porn actors

On set || Kim Mingyu x Reader|| Smut

Word count: 1k

Notes: I decided to go with Mingyu as I haven’t wrote for him in a while :D

You arrive on set, dressed in a skimpy outfit that barely covers your body. You're a bit nervous, it's your first time working with Mingyu, who is known for his dominant and skilled performance. Mingyu is already there, lounging on a plush couch in a fitted robe. His tall, muscular frame is relaxed, but his eyes light up when he sees you.

"Hey there," he greets with a charming smile, standing up to approach you. "You must be Y/N. I've heard a lot about you." He looks you up and down appreciatively, taking in your appearance. "You look amazing."

"Thanks," you reply, trying to hide your nervousness. "You're not so bad yourself." Mingyu chuckles and steps closer, his presence overwhelming yet oddly comforting. "Nervous?" he asks, his voice low and smooth.

He reaches out to touch your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." The director, a middle-aged man with a clipboard, approaches you both. "Ah, Mingyu, Y/N, perfect timing. We're ready to start shooting in five minutes."

He glances at the script in his hand. "This is your first time together, so we'll go easy. Just follow my lead and improvise as much as you want." Mingyu nods and keeps his hand on your chin, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "We'll give them a show they won't forget," he says confidently.

You walk onto the set, which is set up like a luxurious bedroom. The lights are bright and hot, and there's a camera crew already in position. Mingyu follows you, his hand moving to the small of your back as he guides you to the bed. "Just remember to relax," he whispers in your ear before taking his place.

The director counts down from five, and the cameras start rolling. "Action!" Mingyu gets into character immediately, his expression turning from friendly to seductive. He sits on the bed, patting the spot next to him.

"Come here," he commands, his voice taking on a dominant tone. You hesitate for a moment before walking over and sitting beside him. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips firmly. "You're mine now," he growls, nuzzling your neck.

The cameras zoom in on your bodies, capturing every movement as Mingyu starts kissing your neck and shoulder. Mingyu's kisses become more aggressive, his teeth grazing your skin as he sucks and bites. His hands roam your body, slipping under your outfit to touch your bare skin.

"You taste so good," he murmurs against your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs. "I can't wait to taste the rest of you." He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over you as he continues to explore your body with his hands and mouth. The cameras move around you, capturing every angle. The director watches from behind the cameras, occasionally calling out instructions like "More passion" and "Get closer."

Mingyu moves down your body, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and chest. He pulls the straps of your outfit down, revealing your breasts. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it while his hand massages your other breast. You arch your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"That's it," he encourages, looking up at you with darkened eyes. "Let them hear how good I make you feel." He switches to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as he slides his hand down to your pussy. Mingyu tugs your panties aside, exposing your wet pussy to the cameras. He groans at the sight, his fingers teasing your entrance.

"So wet already," he comments, his voice thick with desire. "Such a good girl." He slides a finger inside you, pumping it slowly while his thumb circles your clit. The cameras focus on his hand as he works you, capturing every detail of your arousal. Your moan echoes through the set, loud and unrestrained. Mingyu smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"That's the sound I want to hear," he says, adding another finger and curling them inside you. "Keep making those noises for me." He increases his pace, thrusting his fingers deeper and faster while his thumb applies more pressure to your clit. The director nods approvingly from behind the cameras. Your orgasm hits hard, and you squirt all over Mingyu's hand and the sheets. He looks surprised for a moment before grinning widely.

"Damn," he says, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth to taste you. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" He licks your juices off his fingers, then grabs your hips and flips you onto your stomach. "On your knees," he commands. You get on your knees, your ass in the air as Mingyu positions himself behind you. He pulls his robe off, revealing his naked body and hard cock.

"I'm going to make you scream," he promises, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance. "And this time, I want everyone to hear it." He slams into you without warning, his cock stretching you out as he fills you completely. You cry out in pleasure, your fingers digging into the sheets.

The cameras capture every inch of him inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The world around you fades away as you and Mingyu become consumed by your shared pleasure. You forget about the cameras, the director, and the crew - all that matters is the intense feeling of his cock pounding into you.

Mingyu grabs your hair, pulling your head back as he pounds into you harder and faster. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his other hand gripping your hip tightly. He leans down to whisper in your ear again, his breath hot against your skin. "You're mine to use however I want."

"Yes, use me," you pant out, your voice breathy and desperate. "Fuck me harder, Mingyu." He growls at your words, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "That's right, beg for it," he demands, reaching around to rub your clit again.

The cameras zoom in on your face, capturing the blissful expression as you lose yourself in the moment. The director watches with a satisfied smile, knowing he's getting some great footage. Mingyu's fingers work your clit in tight circles, bringing you closer to another orgasm. He leans back slightly, admiring the view of his cock disappearing into your pussy.

"You're such a dirty girl," he says, slapping your ass hard. "Taking my cock like this in front of everyone." He slows down his thrusts, grinding against your g-spot with each movement. "I want to feel you cum again."

Your second orgasm hits even harder than the first, your whole body trembling as you scream and squeeze his cock. Your pussy clenches around him tightly, milking his cock for all it's worth. Mingyu groans deeply, feeling your walls pulsate around him. "That's it, milk my cock," he grunts, continuing to thrust through your orgasm.

He can barely hold back anymore, his own release building rapidly. "I'm gonna fill you up," he warns, his pace becoming erratic. Mingyu's moans grow louder and more desperate as he nears his climax. His grip on your hips tightens to the point of bruising, his cock throbbing inside you.

"I'm cumming," he announces, slamming into you one last time before burying himself deep and releasing his hot cum inside you. He lets out a primal roar as he fills you up, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. The cameras capture every moment of his cum spilling out of you. Mingyu collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. His cock softens inside you, still twitching occasionally.

The director calls "Cut!" and the cameras stop rolling. The crew starts moving around, setting up for the next scene. Mingyu kisses your shoulder before pulling out and standing up. "You did amazing," he says, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk.

"That was... intense," you say breathlessly, rolling onto your back. Cum drips out of your pussy onto the sheets. Mingyu chuckles and hands you a towel. "Just wait until we do this again tomorrow," he teases, helping you clean up.

"Tomorrow?" you ask, sitting up and wiping yourself clean. "I thought we only had one scene today." Mingyu grins mischievously. "I know you’re coming to my house tomorrow, with no cameras this time."

[rosenclaws]

waking up worst!Logan with some head

warnings: minors dni!! 18+ only, oral (m!receiving), throat fucking, dirty talk, fem!reader

a/n: i'm gonna be so fucking real with u guys I woke up horny and so this was born.

It’s not fair how handsome your boyfriend is. Waking up to his firm chest behind your back, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and his rock hard dick slowly grinding against your ass.

Logan grumbles as you turn around in his arms. Still asleep as he moves to lay flat on his back. Your fingers rake gently along his bare chest and dipping below the covers. Your mouth waters as you lift the covers to see his morning wood in all its fucking glory.

He’s so sweet to you, so desperate to please. It’s time you return the favor. Crawling to the end of the bed you spit on his dick and start to stroke him. Running your thumb over the tip as he shudders. You smirk as you see his eyes flutter open as you kiss the prominent vein that runs down to the base.

“Morning handsome.” You purr as your hand starts to move faster. He props himself up on his elbows to get a better view.

“Good fucking morning to me.” He mumbles as he licks his lips. Logan groans as you dip your head down and lick from the base of his cock to the tip. Tracing a large vein with your tongue.

“Shit,” His head falls back into the pillows as you take the tip of his cock in your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin as you try and take all of him. He’s big, fuck he’s big and thick and feels so fucking good.

“That’s it baby, you can take it.” It’s been too long since he’s hand someone pleasure him like this. Since anyone’s been willing to show him love like this. You whine as his hand grabs the back of your head, shoving you all the way down on his dick.

“Perfect fucking mouth.” He growls.

Your fingers dig into his thighs as you focus your breathing. Your nose rubbing against his coarse hair as he slowly thrusts into your mouth. You bob your head in time with his thrusts. Swirling your tongue messily, craving a taste of the man before you.

He pulls you off his dick, needing you off before he snapped which you didn't like one bit. You know he's desperate and you want him to break. To beg and take charge, take the pleasure that you're so willingly offering to him.

“Don’t give me that look.” He tuts as he grabs his cock in his hands. Giving it a few hard pumps.

"Please, don't hold back, need you so bad." You whine desperately.

Logan’s eyes grow dark at the filthy sight of you. Spit still connected to his dick, eyes watery with tears. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you look this hot. He stands up and gently guides you to the floor. Grabbing your cheeks he squeezes until your lips pucker. He gently runs his cock along your lips.

"Feel how fucking hard you make me." He slowly lets go of your cheeks as he slides is back into your mouth.

"Don't know what you started," You relax your jaw as best you can, your eyes fluttering shut as you take all of him once again. Loving the heavy feeling of him on your tongue. He sighs as his thrusts get faster, harder. Pummeling your poor throat with the tip of his dick.

"Made just to suck my cock right baby? Yeah you fucking are." He shoves your head down as he comes hard in your mouth. You greedily swallow everything he gives you, not wanting to waste a drop. He relents his hold on you only a little, letting you catch your breath for a moment.

"Fuck you're too good to me, so sweet." He lovingly scratches the back of your head. He helps you stand up and lays you on the bed. His lips peppering kisses along your shoulder as his hips grind into your thigh.

"Logan.." You whine as he crawls lower and lower. His shoulder muscles flex as he kneels onto floor. A devious look in his eyes as he spreads your legs.

"You had your breakfast, now let me have mine."

[theanglesstories]

ok so like im bindge reading your polytrix x reader stuff and hear me out for this smut prompt ok

rumi is still mega self conscious of her demon marks, so reader and the girlies (zoey and mira) think of a way to help with that. they start by kissing every mark on her body while shes naked in front of a mirror

and ykn they bang 🙌

~ polytrix x reader ~

kpop demon hunter

Perfect marks - 🌶

Rumi’s standing in front of the mirror in the safehouse’s bathroom, hair still damp from her shower, towel loose around her shoulders. She’s not moving — not adjusting her hair, not putting on makeup — just staring.

At herself.

At the marks.

You lean against the doorway, watching her shoulders tense. “You okay?”

She startles, like she didn’t hear you come in. “Mm. Fine.”

Her eyes drop again, avoiding the reflection.

Before you can push, Zoey appears behind you, humming some half-remembered pop hook under her breath. She takes one look at Rumi, then at you, then grins.

“Ohhh. One of those days.”

Rumi frowns faintly. “It’s not—”

Zoey’s already crossing the room. “It is. You’re doing the thing. The ‘I hate my marks’ thing.”

Mira slips in last, closing the door behind her like this is already a group mission. She steps to Rumi’s other side, voice quiet but firm.

“You’ve been doing better,” she says. “But right now you’re staring like it’s a flaw.”

Rumi shifts, uncomfortable under the attention. “It’s not exactly… normal.”

Zoey’s grin softens, her tone teasing but warm. “Good. Normal’s boring.”

You step forward until you’re right behind her, hands settling on her hips. “You’ve heard us say it before, Rumi. Let us show you.”

She hesitates — just long enough for Zoey to hook her fingers in the edge of the towel and tug it gently off her shoulders. Mira stays steady at her side, brushing damp hair away from Rumi’s neck.

The first kiss is yours — to the curve of her shoulder where the first mark starts. Soft. Deliberate.

Mira follows, lips ghosting over the delicate swirl on her temple.

Zoey crouches, pressing one to the edge of her ribs.

Rumi’s breath catches.

She keeps her eyes down, but she’s not moving away.

Zoey glances up, mischief sparking. “Gonna need a lot more room if we’re kissing all of them.”

Mira’s mouth curves faintly. “Then we’d better start now.”

You guide Rumi to stand straighter, right in front of the mirror. She still won’t quite meet her own gaze, but her hands have stopped fidgeting.

The three of you work slowly — shoulders, arms, collarbone, the marks curling along her side. Each kiss lingers just long enough to sink in.

You catch her eyes in the glass. “You’re beautiful,” you say.

Mira echoes, “You are.”

Zoey just grins. “And we’re gonna keep proving it until you believe us.”

Rumi swallows, her lips parting slightly. “That… might take a while.”

Zoey smirks. “Perfect. We’ve got all night.”

Zoey’s grin widens, and she drops another kiss — lower this time, just above Rumi’s hip — her fingers tracing the mark there like she’s committing it to memory.

Mira’s hand slides down Rumi’s arm, finding yours and guiding it to the small of Rumi’s back. “Touch her,” she murmurs, low enough that it feels meant only for you.

You do, letting your fingertips follow the curves of the markings along her spine. The warmth of her skin, still damp from her shower, makes your pulse quicken.

Rumi’s breath hitches.

She glances toward the mirror again, and for a second, her eyes actually meet her own.

Zoey catches it instantly. “There she is,” she says, voice a little lower now, “look at that face.”

Her lips brush over the line of a mark that disappears under Rumi’s towel, and when Zoey tugs the fabric open another inch, Rumi doesn’t stop her.

Mira leans in close, her mouth just at Rumi’s ear. “Let us show how much we want you.”

You step closer, chest against her back, and press a slow kiss to the side of her neck. Your hands curve over her hips, thumbs brushing her stomach as the towel slips further.

The next sound Rumi makes isn’t shy — it’s soft, involuntary.

Zoey’s eyes flash, and she shifts to her knees, kissing every mark she can reach. Each one lower than the last.

Mira stays at Rumi’s side, her hand sliding to tilt Rumi’s chin toward the mirror. “Watch,” she says.

It’s a quiet command, but Rumi obeys.

She watches Zoey’s mouth on her skin, your hands stroking over her hips, Mira’s palm firm at her waist.

You slip one hand up between her breasts, tracing the marks there with your fingertips before following with your mouth. She shivers against you, leaning back into your body.

Zoey hooks her thumbs in the edge of Rumi’s underwear, looking up with a question in her eyes.

Rumi nods — small, but certain.

The fabric slides down her legs in one smooth motion, and suddenly there’s nothing between her and the three of you.

In the mirror, her eyes are wide, her lips parted, cheeks flushed.

Mira smiles, slow and sure. “You see what we see?”

You don’t give her a chance to answer — your hand slides down her stomach, fingers dipping lower until you feel the heat between her thighs. She gasps, her head tipping back against your shoulder.

Zoey grins like she’s been waiting for this, leaning in to kiss just above your hand, her lips brushing your knuckles.

Mira’s palm curves over Rumi’s breast, thumb circling lazily until her breath comes faster.

“Keep watching,” Mira murmurs, her own voice a little rougher now.

And Rumi does — she watches herself in the mirror, naked and flushed, three sets of hands and mouths worshipping every mark she’s ever wanted to hide.

Her hips start to move against your touch, small, helpless rolls that make Zoey’s grin sharpen. “That’s it, baby. Show us.”

You curl your fingers just right and feel her stutter around them, her breath breaking into small, desperate sounds. Mira’s hand slides to her throat — not squeezing, just holding — grounding her in the moment.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper against her neck.

“Perfect,” Mira adds, kissing her jaw.

“Hot as hell,” Zoey finishes, her mouth moving lower again.

Rumi’s eyes flutter closed, then snap open when Mira’s tone sharpens. “No. Watch.”

She does. She watches herself fall apart in the mirror — cheeks flushed, marks kissed and touched like they’re holy, three voices telling her exactly what she is.

When she finally comes, it’s with all of you pressed in close, her body trembling, the reflection in the glass proof she can’t deny anymore.

Zoey kisses the inside of her thigh, looking up at her with something dangerously close to awe.

Mira lets her go slowly, smoothing a hand down her side.

You keep holding her from behind, feeling every aftershock against your chest.

She’s still breathing hard when she whispers, almost to herself, “I… I see it.”

Mira’s eyes meet yours over Rumi’s shoulder. “Good,” she says softly. “We’ll make sure you never forget.”

By the time the three of you coax Rumi back toward the bed, she’s still a little unsteady on her feet.

Zoey immediately claims the spot beside her, flopping down with her head on Rumi’s thigh like she’s earned it.

Mira grabs a blanket from the chair and drapes it over all three of you, tucking the edges in so the warmth stays trapped.

You’re still behind Rumi, your arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Her skin is flushed but cooling now, the soft rise and fall of her breathing finally slowing.

For a while, no one talks.

It’s just the weight of bodies, the slow, quiet rhythm of shared warmth.

When Rumi finally speaks, it’s almost too soft to hear. “You didn’t have to…”

Mira cuts her off gently. “We wanted to.”

Zoey tilts her head back, looking up at her with that unguarded, sun-bright smile. “Correction: we needed to. You think we’re gonna let our girl walk around thinking she’s anything less than gorgeous?”

Rumi’s lips twitch — not quite a smile, but close.

You squeeze her waist lightly. “Every mark. Every inch. All of it is yours. And all of it is ours to love.”

She’s quiet for a beat, then leans back into you, her head finding that spot between your neck and shoulder like it belongs there.

Zoey hums contentedly and closes her eyes. Mira’s hand stays on Rumi’s knee, a steady, grounding weight.

Eventually, the quiet turns drowsy.

Rumi’s breathing evens out, the tension in her shoulders completely gone. Zoey’s nearly asleep against her leg, and Mira catches your eye over the blanket, the corner of her mouth curving upward in something small but certain.

You don’t need to say anything.

You all know it — she’s not going to forget this night, or the way you made her see herself.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, you’ll do it again.

[red-heart-green-light]

gentle sex w cho hyun-ju pls oml where she talks u thru it 😍

anon how did you read my mind,,, this from her is literally everything i need in my life

also !! tried to keep genitalia vague for both the reader and hyun-ju, so it's up to you whether this is pre- or post-bottom-surgery :) it's been so long since i've posted a proper bit of writing online so i really hope this turned out okay!

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Slim, soft hands seemed to fill your senses as Hyun-ju ran them along your bare waist, then your hips. You smiled instinctively, leaning into her touch and allowing your head to rest on her shoulder. Hyun-ju hummed softly, holding you closer to her. The two of you were standing in her bedroom and both clad in only underwear, the only thing keeping you from feeling the entirety of her body against your own.

"Are you sure you want this?"

Hyun-ju's voice seemed almost nervous, a certain tenderness to it as well as caution. You laughed softly, reaching up to cup her cheek with your hand. "I'm sure. I want you. I'm just not really sure what I'm doing.. or what you'd like."

She softened, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "That's okay. You don't have to figure that out by yourself." Though her tone and expression were gentle, her words held a flirtatious meaning to them. And when she kissed you, you felt it.

Losing yourself in the sensation, your hands made their way to her chest, though you kept your hands curled, closed, like you weren't sure what you could touch. Hyun-ju carefully broke the kiss, smiling at you. She took your hand in hers, guiding it to cup her breast. "Here," she whispered. Kissing her again, you obliged, giving the area small squeezes and caresses. In response, she let out a small moan against your mouth. You quickly grew frustrated with the fabric blocking your way, however, and reached around to find the clasp of her bra at the back. "Can I?"

Hyun-ju nodded, her face flushed. She let you unhook and slowly slide off her bra, then sat on the bed, and you followed her. Carefully climbing onto her lap, you returned your hands to their previous place, no longer obstructed by a barrier of fabric. Hyun-ju moaned again, this time in surprise, her head ducking down to meet your shoulder as her hands found your thighs. She turned her head, panting softly beside your ear. "That's- That's good. Don't stop."

Hearing those words from her sent a rush down your spine, and you felt your hips twitch forward, your groin pressing against Hyun-ju's. Her nails pressed into your thighs, just for a moment. "Do that again. Please." Her words spurred you on, and you did as asked, rolling your hips in a purposeful way this time. You soon found a steady, slow rhythm, and her lips found your neck, gently leaving kisses down the side of it. "Doing so well, baby," she mumbled into your skin, fighting the urge to pull you further against her. But she wanted to be patient with you, the same way you'd always been with her.

You shuddered, the thumb of one of your hands pressing her nipple. "Hyun-ju.. I need.." Your voice trailed off, and Hyun-ju lifted her head, moving to rest her forehead against your own.

"What do you need, honey?"

You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your words. "More of you."

Hyun-ju smiled, offering you a kiss on the forehead. "Are you okay if we.. undress more?" she asked, to which you nodded. Hyun-ju helped you stand and did the same herself, keeping the warm smile on her face despite her nervousness. She watched you undress yourself completely, tugging down her own panties to match. Fighting the urge to cover herself, Hyun-ju's hands instead found yours. "You're perfect."

"I could say the same to you."

"I love you." Hyun-ju caught you in a kiss once again, a short one this time, before pulling you towards the bed. "Lay with me?"

The two of you slipped beneath the covers, pressing against one another, skin to skin. Hyun-ju ran her hand along your thigh, before cupping underneath it, lifting it and slotting her own thigh between yours.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah. Please."

She needed no further confirmation, giving a slow roll of her hips and grinding into your thigh, her hand on your own hip encouraging you to do the same. She tightened her grip, just slightly, her head falling against the pillow as she shuddered. "Hah- You feel so good. Just like that."

You could tell she was trying not to get too carried away too fast. You whined softly, one of your hands meeting her waist as the other grasped at her chest again. This made her moan, rutting against you with higher intensity. "Please don't stop. Oh, god." You'd never heard her voice take on this tone of desperation before, and you craved more of it. The more you moved, the more she seemed to praise you for it. As your thigh pressed harder against her groin, she outright whimpered. "That's it. Doing so well, love. So good for me."

All you could feel was skin, heat, love, lust, all merging together into an overwhelming sensation. You were getting close to the edge, and admitted this to her, albeit through whispered words between sounds of pleasure.

"So am I," Hyun-ju muttered, not ceasing her movements even for a moment. "It's okay. I want to see you come. Please come for me."

The request sent you tumbling over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you came on her thigh. Hyun-ju was quick to meet her own, but not before watching you, admiring the look on your face as you fell apart. Hyun-ju let out one last sweet whimper, alongside a string of "I love you" and "so good."

Panting for air, you nestled in Hyun-ju's arms, coming down from your high as you focused on the softness and warmth of her body. As Hyun-ju started to regain her own composure, she ran her hands along your back, in a repetitive and soothing motion.

"You did so well. That was perfect. I love you."

But as you smiled at her words, and felt your eyes threaten to close, you thought that maybe the truly perfect thing was the two of you together.

[k-oimani1]

Your Fingers Go Here -˚꩜｡- Park Sung-hoon (박성훈)

roommate sunghoon teaches you guitar and he cant help but fall for you all over again, his besftfriend (,,>﹏<,,)

It’s almost midnight when he finally pulls his guitar out again. The air is still warm from the day, and the living room smells faintly of your vanilla lotion and the lavender candle you forgot to blow out.

You’re both sprawled out on the floor in pajamas, your laptop long abandoned on the coffee table. Sunghoon’s back rests against the couch, legs stretched out, fingers lazily picking at the strings like they’re muscle memory. You watch from your spot beside him, arms wrapped around your knees.

“You’re really good at that,” you say softly.

He hums, not looking at you. “Just messing around.”

“No, seriously. You always say that, but it sounds… I don’t know. Beautiful.”

Sunghoon’s throat tightens.

Beautiful.

You don’t say things like that lightly. Not to him, at least. Not with that little smile tugging at your lips, or the sparkle in your tired eyes. He can barely look at you when you talk like that. Not when the word beautiful is still ringing in his ears and settling into his ribs.

Your voice breaks the quiet again.

“Can you… show me how?”

He glances at you this time. You’re sitting so close. You blink up at him, wide-eyed, hopeful—like this matters to you. Like he matters to you. Something in his chest caves in.

“Yeah,” he says, barely audible. “Here.”

He shifts the guitar into your lap. The weight of it makes you sit up straighter, awkward and unsure, fingers hovering above the strings.

Sunghoon leans in.

“You might have to sit between my legs,” he murmurs, eyes trained carefully on the frets instead of your face. “It’s easier if I can guide your hands.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t hesitate. You shift between his legs, the space impossibly small now, your back brushing his chest as you settle in. His hoodie brushes your arm. His knee presses into your side. His fingers slide over yours—warm, patient, practiced.

“This one goes here,” he says gently, moving your hand along the fretboard. “And press this string down. Not too hard, just enough to hold it.”

You follow his instructions, glancing up when he goes quiet. He’s staring at you again.

“What?” you whisper.

Sunghoon swallows hard. The dim light paints soft shadows across your cheeks. You’re so close he can smell your shampoo. He wants to tuck your hair behind your ear. He wants to say everything.

But instead, he clears his throat.

“Nothing,” he lies, shifting slightly. “Just… you’re doing good.”

You beam at him. That same little smile that ruins him every time.

That’s when it happens—the quiet, quiet ache. The kind he’s been carrying for months now. The kind that sits in his chest every time you smile at someone else, or say “goodnight, hoon,” with your voice all soft and clueless.

You look at him like he hung the stars just for showing you a G chord.

He can’t stand it.

He realizes then that he’s never been this close to you and still so far away.

You have no idea. Not a clue how he looks at you when you’re not paying attention. How he memorizes your habits like verses in a song. How he dreams about nights like this—quiet, warm, just the two of you, your laughter floating through the dark.

His best friend. His roommate.

The girl who’s slowly, painfully, and completely undone him.

And all you’re thinking about is learning a chord.

He exhales, watching you concentrate with furrowed brows and your tongue tucked into your cheek. And even though it aches, even though he wants more, he stays like this. Teaching you how to play. Letting you sit in his lap like it’s normal. Letting his heart break softly, silently, beautifully—just for the chance to be close to you.

can you tell that i like when men yearn for woman they think they cant have >< roomate enha: jungwon

[elikajinnie]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚

pairing: sim jake x f!reader ✿ warnings: fluff, kisses, suggestive content, just jake being jake ✿ synopsis: jake watching you do your makeup ✿ a/n: i was doing my makeup today while listening to daydream... and this just spawned, took me about 5 min. Like you can NOT tell me this man is not a great kisser.

Jake sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes following you as you move around the room, gathering your makeup. He’s got that look on his face—the one where he’s all soft smiles and quiet admiration, like he’s forgotten everything else just watching you. You’re focused, picking out the right shades and brushes.

You sit in front of the mirror, carefully applying the finishing touches to your makeup, with Jake lounging on the edge of your bed behind you. His gaze is a constant warmth on your back, his attention never straying as he watches you get ready. You catch his reflection in the mirror, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. He’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees, completely engrossed in watching every move you make.

He lets out a low chuckle when you finally glance over and catch him staring. “What?” he says, smiling, feigning innocence as if he hasn’t been studying you with those warm eyes for the past few minutes.

“You’re staring,” you say, rolling your eyes with a smile. “Am I that interesting?”

“More than interesting,” he replies, his voice soft and a little rough.

The words are simple, but it makes your cheeks heat up.

When you finally lift the tube of lipstick, you notice how his gaze sharpens, honing in on the way you tilt your head slightly, how your lips part just so as you begin to apply it. You can almost feel the way his eyes follow each slow swipe of color, his head tilting a fraction as if he’s studying each detail with the precision of an artist. You notice him licking his lips, that subtle pull of his bottom lip between his teeth, as he watches you swipe the color along your own lips.

You can’t resist a smile as you meet his gaze in the mirror. “Jake,” you tease, “I’m never gonna finish if you keep staring like that.”

He grins, not even trying to pretend he’s not completely captivated. “I can’t help it. You look… well, it’s hard to look away.”

His words make your cheeks warm, but you do your best to stay focused as you finish up. “I’ll be done in a sec, and then I’ll come over. Just let me finish this, okay?”

Jake chuckles, low and easy, but you notice he doesn’t back off at all. Instead, he stands up and takes a few slow steps toward you, his hands sliding casually into his pockets as he watches you finish up. He’s close enough now that you catch the glint in his eye, the way his gaze dips to your lips every few seconds as you press them together to blend the lipstick.

“Seriously,” you murmur with a playful smile, turning to face him, “you’re worse than a distraction.”

Before you can say more, his hands find your waist, and he pulls you gently to your feet and into his arms. He’s warm, solid, and smiling in that way that tells you he’s enjoying every second of this. You gasp in surprise as he settles down in the chair himself, effortlessly guiding you onto his lap as his hands hold you close. The laughter in his eyes softens as he looks up at you, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your waist.

“Jake!” you exclaim with a halfhearted pout, though you make no move to leave his lap. “You’re gonna ruin all my hard work.”

He just grins, undeterred. “So? You can always put more on.” His tone is soft and playful, but his eyes are dark, his voice dropping to a lower register that sends a thrill through you. “But I don’t think I can wait another second without kissing you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he’s already leaning in, one hand coming up to cup your cheek as his lips find yours. The kiss is soft, but it doesn’t stay that way for long—there’s a familiar urgency to it as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, letting it linger until you forget about your makeup entirely. His thumb brushes along your cheek, and you lean into him, your fingers sliding up to curl in his hair, pulling him even closer.

When you finally pull back, breathless, you can’t help but laugh at the sight of him. There’s a distinct smear of your lipstick marking his mouth, bright against his skin.

“Now look what what happened,” you tease, tracing a finger along the faint lipstick mark left on his lips.

Jake chuckles, entirely unbothered as he shrugs. “I don’t mind if it means I get to kiss you.” He leans in again, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, his lips brushing over your cheek as he continues in a low murmur, “Besides, I think I wear this color well.”

You let out a laugh, playfully wiping at his lips even though he makes no move to stop you. “I’m holding you responsible if I have to redo all of this, you know.”

“I’ll buy you another tube,” he says easily, his arms wrapping around you a little tighter. He pulls you closer, his lips moving to your jaw, trailing kisses down to your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “Or… I could just keep you here with me. Not sure I’m ready to let you go anywhere yet.”

You sigh, but it’s playful, knowing full well you’re not going to resist him. “If you keep this up, I’m really going to have to start all over.”

“Fine by me,” he whispers against your skin, the soft brush of his lips sending a shiver down your spine. “Gives me more time to admire you.” He leans in, his lips meeting yours in another kiss, smearing even more of your lipstick as the kiss deepens.

You can't help but smile against his lips, the kiss is intense, a perfect blend of gentleness and urgency.

As you pull back, slightly breathless, Jake offers you the tube with a playful smile. "Here, put it on again," he says.

You take the lipstick, a little hazy from the passion of the moment, and begin to reapply it, your movements slow. Jake watches you, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

Once you've finished, he reaches out and gently grabs the back of your neck, pulling you closer. His eyes meet yours, his lips finding yours once more.

When you pull back for a breath, Jake doesn't let you go. Instead, he trails kisses down your neck, his lips moving from your jawline to the sensitive skin of your collarbone.

Jake's hands roam over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips, as if memorizing every inch of you.

You can feel his breath against your neck, hot and heavy, as he takes the lipstick from your hand and holds it out to you once more. "One more time baby," he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want to make sure it's perfect."

You giggle, a little hazy from the passion of the moment, and take the lipstick, reapplying it.

When you finish, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in another kiss. This time, he whines softly against your lips, his breath warm and intoxicating. The sound of his whining sends a shiver down your spine, adding an extra layer of intensity to the kiss. You moan softly, your body responding to his every touch.

"Mhm.. I could kiss you all day," he murmurs, his voice husky.

Suddenly, he pulls back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wait, let's fix that lipstick again," he says, pointing at your lips with a playful grin.

You giggle, and take the lipstick again, reapplying it.

Jake watches you intently, his eyes never leaving your face. He leans in, his breath warm against your neck, and whispers, "You know, I could watch you do that all day. It's like a work of art."

As you finish reapplying the lipstick, he reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands. "Now, let's continue where we left off," he said.

After reapplying your lipstick for what feels like the fifth time, you finally manage to pull yourself away from Jake, though it’s no easy feat. His hands had been gentle but persistent, holding you close each time you tried to move. Your lips are still tingling, slightly sore, and you can feel the warmth lingering on your cheeks and neck from where his hands had cupped your face.

The clock catches your eye, and you wince—realizing you’re way past the time you were supposed to leave.

Jake, on the other hand, looks anything but concerned about the time - utterly content, with a dazed, love-drunk expression on his face. His hair is tousled, and he’s still catching his breath, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes that are filled with a lazy, affectionate warmth. Smears of lipstick cover his face, dotting his cheeks, chin, and jawline in soft red marks that match the color of your lips. You even see a faint outline of your lips on his neck, just above the collar of his now slightly wrinkled white shirt. The pristine fabric is no longer spotless; your lipstick has left faded, pinkish stains around the collar and down the top button.

Jake reaches up and touches one of the lipstick smudges on his cheek, as if to savor the traces of you left behind, before letting it fall back to his side. He lets out a contented, slightly drowsy hum, a soft smile spreading across his lips as he mumbles, almost to himself, “You’re… so beautiful…”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head, feeling your own lips twitch into a smile despite your best efforts to stay focused. “Jake, I’m actually going to be so late,” you murmur, gathering your things, but even as you say it, you can’t resist glancing back at him again, taking in the mess you’ve left him in.

He looks completely kiss-drunk, staring at you with that same sleepy, adoring expression, like he’s half lost in a daydream. “Late?” he murmurs, sounding only mildly aware of what you’re saying. His voice is low, lazy, and rough around the edges, the kind of tone that makes you almost forget your hurry all over again. He reaches out a hand toward you, his fingertips brushing the air as if he can’t bear for you to leave.

“Mm-hmm,” he continues, his eyes trailing over you, taking in every little detail as if he’s memorizing it. “The most beautiful girlfriend… yeah… so beautiful…”

His words are soft, murmured almost to himself as he gazes at you, clearly more than a little love-struck. His gaze drops to your lips, and he grins as he sees the lipstick you’ve reapplied, his eyes darkening slightly with that familiar gleam. It’s enough to make you hesitate at the door, knowing exactly where that look can lead.

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling as you grab your bag and finally tear yourself away, giving him a playful shake of the head as you do. His gaze never leaves you, that lazy, dreamy smile still playing on his lips, as if he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts of you to notice anything else. Just before you leave, you give him one last glance, taking in the mess of lipstick marks, the warmth in his eyes, and that soft, sleepy grin.

[sereia4skz]

Would it be a sin to ask for a part 3 of tsundere seungmin? But like make it dom reader, with a lot of teasing and making him squirm?

oneshot | messy little puppy

pairing: puppy!seungmin x reader | pt1 | pt2

genre: smut

warnings: MDNI, sub!seungmin, overstimulation, orgasm control, oral (m!receiving), dacryphilia, light humiliation, sex

word count: 1082

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

Dinner ends in silence, except for the clink of cutlery and the occasional stolen glance.

You don’t say anything, just let him stew in it, let him feel the weight of that kiss you left on the corner of his mouth, the heat of your words crawling down his spine. He finishes slowly, like dragging it out might save him, but you’re not in a rush. You sip water, eyes fixed on him, watching the pink bloom high on his cheeks and stain the tips of his ears.

He knows what’s coming. He even tries to stand and clear the table like normal, but the second he brushes past you, you grip his wrist.

“Leave it,” you say softly, tugging him forward. “You’ve been fidgety all night.”

“I haven’t-”

You guide him backwards, steady, slow, until the backs of his knees bump the couch.

“Sit,” you tell him. He obeys.

The second he does, you climb into his lap, straddling him easily. His whole body locks up beneath you, thighs tense, tail twitching in wide, jerky sweeps across the cushions.

“You get this worked up just from me putting on your hoodie?” you murmur, leaning down to nose along his jaw. 

“I’m not- I wasn’t-” He’s already whining, hands fluttering at your hips like he doesn’t know whether to hold you still or push you away. “You’re so mean…”

You grind your hips down once, and the strangled sound he lets out makes your breath catch. He’s already hard. Of course he is.

“You were hard under the table, weren’t you?” you whisper, voice syrup-thick and slow. “Poor puppy couldn’t even eat properly.”

He shakes his head. You grind again. His hips buck, hands gripping your thighs now, helpless. You smile.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” you purr. “Was it my mouth? My hands? Or were you just imagining being underneath me, whimpering like you are now?”

He lets out a breathy moan. “I- I can’t…”

“You can. Use your words, Min.”

His tail wraps tight around his own leg, face flushed scarlet. “Was- was thinking about…your tongue,” he admits, brokenly, “about you making a mess of me.”

“Mmm.” You lick into his neck slowly, deliberately. “That’s good, baby. Because I’m going to ruin you.”

His cock twitches in his sweatpants, the tip already darkening the fabric, and your hand trails down lazily, palming him over the cotton. He jolts.

“So sensitive,” you coo, sliding your palm up and down slowly. “Always so needy, even when you try to act shy.”

You reach beneath the hem, tugging the waistband down. His cock springs out, flushed and leaking, so pretty and helpless it makes your mouth water. You spit directly onto the tip.

He gasps, body jerking under you, fingers digging into your thighs. Your saliva drips down the shaft, wet and hot and obscene, and he whimpers when you smear it down with your thumb, teasing the slit until he’s panting.

And nothing.

You let go entirely and watch his expression crumble. “You didn’t think I’d let you come just like that, did you?” you murmur, sliding down off his lap to kneel between his legs.

He stares at you, chest rising and falling fast.

“You said I was mean,” you hum, nosing along his thigh. “Maybe I should show you what mean really looks like.”

You lick a stripe up the inside of his leg, avoiding where he wants you most, then press wet kisses to the soft skin just above his knee. He twitches.

You go slow, painfully slow, alternating between breathy kisses and open-mouthed licks, until his cock is dripping, thighs trembling, fingers clenched in the cushions behind him.

“Please,” he breathes, voice cracking. “Please…”

You smirk as you wrap your lips around the tip, suckle gently, and pull off again. His cry is heartbreaking, it has you soaking your underwear.

“So impatient,” you tease, cupping his balls gently, squeezing just enough to make him squirm. “You said you wanted me to make a mess of you, didn’t you?”

He nods, frantic.

“Then take it, baby.”

You wrap your lips around him properly this time, tongue pressing flat along the underside, letting him feel everything, heat, wetness, suction. You don’t stop. You suck him down inch by inch, hands holding his hips still as he writhes.

He’s so loud now, little mewls, gasps, helpless cries of your name between breathless pleas. When you pull off to breathe, a string of spit connects your lips to the flushed head of his cock. His eyes are glassy, lips bitten raw, and you can see the tremble in his thighs.

“God,” you murmur, stroking him slowly. “Look at you, puppy. All wrecked, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He reaches for you, desperate, and you let him pull you up onto his lap again. His cock presses hot between your folds through your soaked panties, and when you grind down against him, he whimpers like he’s about to cry.

“You want to come?” you whisper, licking the shell of his ear. “Want me to let you finally fuck me?”

“Please- please, I need it, I need-”

You push your panties aside, guide him to your entrance, and sink down slowly.

He screams into your neck. You don’t give him time to adjust. You ride him steady, slow but deep, dragging every inch of him through wet heat while he sobs against your shoulder.

“Feels too good,” he chokes out, “can’t.. can’t hold it-”

You tighten around him deliberately, pace unrelenting. “You will, puppy. You’ll take it. Be good and take it.”

His tail wraps around your thigh, like he’s clinging to you with everything he has.

When he finally comes, after your cruel little denials and rhythm-breaking teases, he cries out, whole body shaking beneath you. You don’t stop. You fuck him through it, watching his face twist, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Too much,” he sobs, “too much, please!”

“Shhh,” you whisper, licking the tears off his cheeks. “One more, baby. You can give me one more.”

His next orgasm hits him like lightning, messy and wet and ruined, spilling out between you with slick squelches. He clings to you like he’ll float away.

When you finally pull off, your thighs are sticky with it, his cock twitching, too sensitive to even touch. His face is flushed, damp, totally gone. You kiss his temple.

“You did so well for me,” you whisper. “Such a messy little puppy.”

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[andy-15-07]

I just can't help but to think about Joel whispering sweet words into Y/n's ears in that southern accent of his, even in the morning if they are lying in bed or Y/n is in the kitchen making breakfast so he calmly makes his way to her, wraps his arms around her waist, and says the most melting 🫠 words that makes you want to be taken care of. Can't we have a oneshot like that Andy?

Honey on a Sunday Morning

PAIRING:Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 1552| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist | Pedro Pascal Masterlist II

The morning light filters through the dusty curtains, casting a warm glow across the small, makeshift bedroom. The tang of fresh coffee drifts in from the kitchen, mingling with the soft hum of the morning insects beyond the cracked window. Y/n lies on her side, one hand curled under her pillow, the other draped across the rumpled sheets, face still half–buried in dreams. Even in sleep, her brows are relaxed, her breathing soft and steady.

A soft creak announces Joel’s approach. His boots,worn, scuffed, and stained from a hundred miles on the road,brush lightly against the wooden floor. He stops at the edge of the bed and watches her for a long moment, letting his gaze linger on the gentle curve of her cheek, the slight rise and fall of her chest. Then he reaches out, his hand rough and calloused, and tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmurs in that low, southern drawl that never fails to make her heart skip a beat, even at this ungodly hour.

Y/n stirs, her eyes fluttering open. She squints up at him, still half–sleep, and a sleepy smile tugs at her lips. “Mmm, morning.”

“It’s just after sunrise,” Joel teases, sliding onto the bed beside her. He pulls her close, his arm wrapping around her waist, fingers pressing gently into her side. “Thought I’d see if you’re awake yet.”

She snorts softly, shifting so her head rests on his chest. She can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her ear. “You know I’m always awake for you.”

He brushes a kiss across the top of her head, then against her forehead. “You’re my whole reason to wake up, sweetheart.”

Y/n lifts her hand to his chest, fingers splaying over the leather of his shirt. “Even before coffee?”

Joel chuckles, the sound gravelly but warm. “Especially before coffee. You’re my caffeine, darlin’.” He presses his lips to her temple. “My sweetest addiction.”

Her heart flutters at that, and she reaches up to cradle his face, thumb brushing along his jaw. “You’re mushy this morning.”

“Mushy’s my favorite flavor,” he replies, peering down at her with a teasing glint in his eye. Then his voice softens: “But I’m serious. Waking up next to you… makes every damn thing okay.”

She smiles, and for a moment, neither of them speaks. The house is still, save for the distant drip of a leaky faucet and the soft sizzle from the frying pan in the kitchen. Finally, Y/n sighs and sits up, looking up at him with a playful pout. “So… breakfast?”

Joel stands, pulling her to her feet with an easy tug. He loops an arm around her shoulders and guides her out of the bedroom. “Breakfast,” he echoes, his tone low and playful. “And I never turn down your cooking.”

They step into the kitchen: a small, functional space with a battered table and chairs, mismatched dishes stacked beside the sink, and the morning sun dancing on the chipped linoleum floor. Y/n starts toward the stove, flipping an egg with practiced ease. Joel slips in behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder, arms circling her waist.

“You got enough bacon there?” he asks, sniffing the air.

“Enough for a small army,” she replies, flipping another egg. “You hungry?”

“Starvin’,” he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss into her neck. “But I’m even hungrier for you.”

Y/n flushes. “Stop it,” she murmurs, but the smile on her face betrays her delight.

“Oh, I ain’t gonna stop, darlin’,” he whispers, his lips trailing across her skin as his hand inches under her shirt, fingers brushing along the small of her back. “You make me feel alive. Every single damn morning.”

She leans back against him, closing her eyes, letting herself savor the warmth of his body, the security of his embrace. “Joel…”

He lifts his head and gazes down at her, that southern drawl thick with emotion. “Yeah?”

“You talk a lot of sweet shit in the morning.”

He grins, dipping his head to capture her lips. Their kiss is slow, tender, and full of promises. When they break apart, Joel looks softly into her eyes. “That ‘cause I mean every word, Y/n.”

She places her hand on his cheek, thumb stroking his stubbled skin. “Tell me one of those words.”

He leans in, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “You’re safe with me. Ain’t nobody gonna come between us,not anymore. I’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you by my side.”

A tremor of warmth spreads through her chest at his words, and she swallows. “I know. And that’s why I love you.”

Joel smiles, and there’s a rare tenderness in his eyes that always makes her melt. “I love you more than I love my old truck,” he says, and she laughs despite herself.

“That’s not fair,” she protests. “I don’t have a V8 engine.”

He chuckles. “Well, you got somethin’ a hell of a lot better.”

“And what’s that?”

Joel bends to kiss her again. “You.”

The bacon spits in the pan, and Y/n nudges him playfully. “Breakfast!”

He lifts his forehead from hers and winks. “Alright, alright.” He steps back, picks up the spatula, and flips the bacon with a flourish. “Breakfast for the queen.”

Y/n sets the table, placing two plates in front of them. Joel carries the sizzling bacon and eggs over, depositing each pile with an exaggerated flourish. “Voila,” he announces, arms spread wide.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says fondly, pouring two mugs of coffee and handing him one.

He takes it, eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes a sip. “God, that’s good.”

“Your words again?”

“Every sip with you tastes better,” he murmurs, leaning across the table to kiss her. “Like honey on a Sunday morning.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “You’re something else.”

They eat in companionable silence, punctuated by the occasional clink of cutlery. Outside, birds chirp and an early breeze stirs the curtains. Y/n watches Joel in profile,the way his jaw tightens around each bite, the soft lines around his eyes, the hint of a smile lingering on his lips. Her heart swells with something almost too big to contain.

When they’re done, Joel reaches across and takes her hand. “You ever think about tomorrow?” he asks, his voice gentle.

She raises an eyebrow. “Every damn day.”

He squeezes her hand. “Me too.”

Y/n smiles, leaning forward to rest her head on his shoulder. “And what uses up most of your worry?”

Joel takes a breath, his eyes distant for a moment. “Making sure you’re always safe. That you never gotta worry ‘bout someone comin’ for you. That you always got a place to call home.”

She looks up at him. “You make me feel at home.”

Joel’s gaze softens, and he brushes his thumb across her knuckles. “Good. ‘Cause that’s exactly where I want you,right here with me.”

She feels tears prick at her eyes, and she blinks them away, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I love you, Joel Miller.”

His face breaks into that crooked grin she loves, and he leans in, capturing her lips in a warm, lingering kiss. “I love you, Y/n. Ain’t nobody gonna take that from us.”

They sit together in the quiet kitchen, the world outside paused for a breath, just the two of them wrapped in that morning light, each promising,without words,that tomorrow, and every day after, they’ll face it together.

Hours later, the sun has climbed higher, and Y/n steps outside to hang the laundry. Joel follows, tugging a single flower from a small wild patch near the porch. As she fastens a sheet to the line, she hears his approach.

“Darlin’,” he calls softly.

She turns, and he offers her the flower,a delicate, wild bloom, petals a soft pink. “For you.”

She takes it, smiling. “You didn’t have to.”

He shrugs, that easy, charming grin playing on his lips. He steps closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against him. “I know,” he murmurs. “But I wanted to.”

She leans into him, closing her eyes, inhaling the faint scent of the flower,and him. “You spoil me.”

He chuckles, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You deserve it.”

Y/n lifts her hand to his cheek, tilting her head so she can look at him. “Speak to me.”

Joel’s Southern drawl drops to a whisper. “Y/n… I’m grateful for you every single day. You’re the reason I keep goin’. You’re the light in all this darkness. Ain’t nothing sweeter than your laugh, your smile, the way you look at me with those eyes… darlin’, you’re the home I been searchin’ for my whole life.”

She feels the warmth pool in her chest, and her heart swells until it’s almost too much. Tears slip down her cheeks, and she presses her lips to his in a soft, trembling kiss. When they part, she whispers, “Take care of me.”

Joel’s hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing away her tears. “I’ll always take care of you,” he promises, voice thick with feeling. “Always.”

And there, under the soft morning sun, with the laundry flapping gently in the breeze, they stand together,two souls bound by love, trust, and the sweet, whispered words that make the world worth facing.

[big-ooof]

Jake and reader are an established couple. Mirror sex, recording themselves, phone sex.

note: sexual content 18+

The first time Jake saw the way you looked in the mirror while he had you on your knees, he couldn’t stop watching. The second time, he moved the mirror to face the bed.

Tonight, you’re already warm and pliant under his touch, back pressed to his chest, his hand gently splayed across your stomach as he rocks you slowly into his hips from behind. The room is dim, lit only by the low glow of your bedside lamp. The mirror reflects everything. You try to look away.

“Eyes up, baby.” Jake murmurs into your neck, breath hot, voice wrecked. “You wanna tease me in this mirror every other night? Then you’re gonna watch me fuck you in it.”

You swallow hard. The reflection makes everything feel closer, your parted lips, the tension in his jaw, his hands moving under your shirt, palms sliding up until your chest is bare in the mirror.

“See that?” he whispers, cupping your neck gently. “See how pretty you look when I touch you like this?”

He drags his mouth along your shoulder, hips never stopping. You’re already soaked for him, grinding back helplessly with every shallow roll of his hips, but Jake’s in no rush. He’s all patience, intention, like he’s sculpting something with his hands and you’re the medium.

“Touch yourself,” he says, voice low and commanding. You hesitate. He raises an eyebrow in the mirror. His palm gently lands on the side of your thigh, just enough sting to make you gasp. “Did I stutter?”

You reach down between your legs, and the moment your fingers slide through your folds and starts rubbing your clit, Jake’s mouth is back on your neck. “There you go. So good for me.”

He lets you work yourself up while he holds you steady, his other hand splayed over your ribs like he’s keeping you grounded. But just as your thighs start to shake, he grabs your wrist and pins it to your side.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t cum unless I say.”

“Jake—please—”

He lifts your chin so your gaze meets his in the mirror. “You think begging’s gonna help when you’ve been teasing me all week? Wearing my shirt and nothing else. Walking around the apartment like you don’t know what you’re doing?”

You bite your lip. He slides down the bed, dragging you with him. Jake kneels behind you and pulls your hips up, pushing your thighs apart.

“You’re lucky I like watching you fall apart,” he breathes. “And fuck, you’re so wet.”

When his mouth finds you, slow, greedy, perfect, you cry out. He licks and sucks until your thighs shake, then backs off right when you’re about to cum.

“You wanna finish?” he growls, voice soaked in desire. “Tell me what you need.”

“You—” You can barely speak. “You inside me.”

He smiles against your thigh. “That’s what I thought.”

You’re standing in front of the mirror. Jake grabs your hips and slams into you in one hard thrust that knocks the air from your lungs. Your reflection is flushed, desperate. His chest pressed to your back, mouth on your shoulder, his eyes locked on yours in the glass.

“Now watch,” he groans. “Watch me fuck you like you deserve.”

The sound of skin on skin fills the room. Your name tumbles from his lips like a mantra. Every thrust pushes you forward slightly, your hands braced on the mirror now, barely holding yourself up.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he pants. “Just like this. Let you drip all over my thighs. Maybe I’ll keep fucking you after. Keep it in.”

You whine. High, broken, needy. Jake’s hand slips around your neck, not choking— just holding, guiding your chin up so you’re forced to look at the wrecked, wanton thing you’ve become under his touch.

“Such a good fucking girl. My girl.”

You fall apart with his name on your tongue, eyes glazed over, and he follows right after, burying himself deep with a low, guttural groan. His arms wrap tight around you afterward, pressing kisses to your shoulder as he helps you lie down, still inside you, still watching.

He kisses your temple. “You okay?”

You nod, dazed. “Still seeing stars.”

Jake chuckles softly. He tugs the blanket over both of you, kissing your fingers, then your spine, lips soft now. Later, he wipes you clean and brings you water. You fall asleep to the sound of rain, Jake’s heartbeat under your ear, his hand resting protectively over your belly like he can’t stop touching you.

It’s almost 1 a.m. when you wake up to an empty bed. At first, you think he’s just grabbing water or maybe letting the dog out. But the glow under the door isn’t the kitchen light. It’s the unmistakable blue light of his laptop.

You slip out of bed quietly, padded steps soft on the floor as you push the cracked door open just enough. Jake’s shirtless, sitting at the desk, sweatpants low on his hips, one hand fisting his cock slow while the other rests on the trackpad.

And on the screen? You. Your back arched over the kitchen counter from last week. His hand in your hair. Your mouth open. His voice wrecked in the background.

“Fuck, baby... just like that...”

Your breath catches. Jake groans low, tilting his head back, his hips twitching into his palm.

You lean against the doorframe and cross your arms. “Enjoying yourself?”

Jake jolts. Slams the laptop shut and nearly falls out of the chair trying to cover himself.

“Babe. Shit. I thought you were asleep.”

You walk in slowly, eyes raking over him. His face flushes, but you catch the flicker of arousal behind the embarrassment. He swallows hard, still half-hard in his lap.

“Hold on,” you murmur, stepping between his knees, “you were gonna cum without me?”

Jake leans back, hands raised like surrender. “It was just— I was gonna wake you, I swear.”

You smirk and straddle his thighs, mouth grazing his ear. “Too late.”

His breath stutters as you take control, pushing his chair back slightly and pinning his hands to the armrests.

“Keep your hands there,” you whisper. “Or I stop.”

Jake’s eyes go wide. “Yes, ma’am.”

You sink to your knees between his legs, slow and teasing, dragging your nails up his thighs just to watch him squirm.

“Let’s see what got you so worked up…”

You open the laptop. Press play. Jake moans when the video starts again. The sound of your moans, the rhythm of his thrusts, your body stretched over the counter with his name in your mouth.

“God, I’m so fucking in love with you in this,” he says, breathless, looking at the screen. “You looked so—”

“Wrecked?” you finish, eyes glinting. “Well, you’re next.”

You climb into his lap, grinding against him, teasing him through his sweatpants until he’s fully hard and panting.

“No touching,” you remind him, swatting his hands when they twitch.

You slide his sweats down and sink onto him in one slow, deliberate stroke.

Jake whimpers. “Shit…baby...”

You ride him like you’re punishing him for thinking he could cum without you. His hands tremble against the armrests, muscles twitching, jaw clenched with restraint.

“Such a good boy,” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest.

“Watching me get ruined, wishing you’d be wrecked.”

“I am ruined,” he gasps. “You’re ruining me.”

You lean forward, one hand on his throat, thumb tilting his jaw so he’s forced to keep eye contact as you fuck him slow and deep.

“Then cum,” you whisper. “Cum for me. Just like you would’ve.”

He doesn’t last another ten seconds. Jake breaks with a shout, body tensing under you, spilling inside you as you ride him through every second of it; watching his soul leave his body, a hand pressed to his chest like he’s winded.

You kiss his jaw, slow and soft. “Still think I’d sleep through that?”

He exhales a shaky laugh. “I’m never watching porn again.”

You chuckle and nuzzle into his neck. “That wasn’t porn. That was us.”

Jake’s breath warms your shoulder before you even open your eyes.

He’s spooned behind you, one arm slung around your waist, bare skin pressed flush to yours. Soft in contrast to the half-hard problem now pressing insistently into your lower back.

“Mmm…” His voice is still rough from sleep. “You wore me out last night.”

You hum. “Did I?”

He chuckles softly, lips ghosting your jaw. “I can barely move. You broke me.”

You smirk, shifting slightly so your thighs part just enough to tempt him. “And yet... you’re hard.”

Jake growls against your skin. “You always do this. Act like you didn’t fuck the life out of me and then turn around and—” He hitches his hips, breath catching when your ass rolls back into him.

You pretend to sigh. “Well. You did try to finish without me last night.”

“I learned my lesson,” he murmurs, sliding his hand between your legs. “Let me show you.”

You try to twist and climb on top, but Jake grabs your wrists and flips you onto your back instead, suddenly over you, eyes dark, mouth already parted. “Nope. My turn.”

And this time, it’s Jake doing the wrecking. Soft, slow, and steady at first…until it turns messy. He whispers I love you between thrusts, holds your hands above your head, fucks you like he’s starved, desperate to give you everything back you took last night and more. By the time he finishes, he's panting your name like a prayer. Forehead against yours, breath shaking, fingers laced tight with yours.

Later, Jake’s leaning against the wall, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low, drinking water straight from the bottle. He glances toward you lazily and smirks.

“So... that video from last night?”

You narrow your eyes, curious. “Still thinking about it?”

Jake shrugs, biting his lip. “What if we made a new one? But this time… you’re in charge?”

You pause. Then grin. “You want me to film you begging?”

He chokes. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Jake’s flat on his back, wrists gently tied to the headboard with your silky robe belt, eyes dark and heavy with lust. You’re kneeling over him, straddling his thighs, camera propped at the foot of the bed.

“Ready?” you purr, stroking him slowly, deliberately just enough to keep him leaking, twitching, whimpering.

Jake nods, breathless. “Yeah. Fuck. Just... don’t stop.”

The camera is watching him now. Watching his flushed chest rise and fall. His abs twitch. His thighs spread wide under your hips. All of him exposed.

“You look so pretty like this,” you whisper. “All for me.”

“Yeah?” he pants. “Then ride me.”

“Say please.”

He moans. “Please, baby, ride me. I need you so bad…please.”

You finally sink down onto him, slow and warm and tight, and he loses it. Head thrown back, mouth falling open, wrists tugging at the tie.

You fuck him at your pace: torturously slow, then suddenly fast, then stopping entirely just to watch him twitch.

“Bet you wish you could touch me,” you tease.

“Fuck, I do,” he gasps. “Let me…let me flip you over, just once, I’ll be good, I swear.”

“You are being good,” you say, dragging your fingers over his chest. “So good, I might just let you cum.”

“Please. Baby, fuck. Don’t stop, please”

You lean down and kiss him, deep and slow, before fucking him hard enough that the headboard taps the wall. He spills inside you with a ragged moan, voice wrecked and trembling. And the camera catches every second of it.

You untie his wrists gently, kiss each one. He pulls you into his chest, still shaking, murmuring, “You’re evil. I love you.”

You smile, curling into him. “We can delete it.”

Jake blinks. “Don’t you dare.”

You’re at a girls' weekend with your best friend. An hour away, nothing wild, just wine, pajamas, reality TV. You’re brushing your teeth when your phone lights up. Jake.

You grin. “Miss me already?”

His voice is wrecked. Thick, low, and strained. “Baby… please tell me you’re alone.”

Your smile slips. You step into the hallway, lock the bathroom door behind you. “I am. What’s wrong?”

A pause. Then: “I watched the video again. The one you made… when you were on top.”

You bite your lip. Heat blooms in your belly instantly. “Jake…”

“Fuck, I couldn’t stop,” he breathes. “The way you looked riding me telling me I couldn’t touch you…baby, I came so fast, and I wasn’t even inside you.”

Your thighs press together. “You touching yourself right now?”

“Yeah,” he exhales, the sound almost a whimper. “Please. I need to hear you. I need to make you cum this time.”

You slide your hand into your shorts, breath stuttering. “Then talk, baby.”

Jake moans like it’s a physical relief. “God, okay. Picture this…” His voice is slower now, confident, dripping with need. “You’re in my shirt and nothing else. And you’d already be wet, wouldn’t you?”

You hum, breath hitching. “Soaked.”

Jake groans. “Yeah. I’d sit you on the edge of the dresser. Right where you can see everything in the mirror. Legs spread, my hand around your throat, just watching your eyes go glassy.”

You let out a soft moan, rubbing slow circles, your hips lifting off the sink counter.

“I’d push my cock in slowly,” Jake whispers. “Make you watch every inch disappear. No teasing. Just deep, all at once. The way you like it.”

You whimper. “Jake…baby…”

“I wouldn’t let you look away. Every time your eyes drop, I’d pull out. You’d beg me to stay in.”

You’re panting now. “I would. I’m begging now.”

He groans. “Let me hear you cum, baby. Just one. Please.”

You rub faster, jaw dropping. “Talk me through it, please, I’m so close.”

“I’d fuck you slow at first. Deep and messy. You’d say my name, all breathy and wrecked like you do. Then I’d grip your waist and snap into you just to watch your thighs shake.”

“Oh my God— Jake. Fuck.”

“I’d hold your throat with one hand and the phone in the other. I’d record it. You, trembling, legs spread, full of me, whispering ‘don’t stop.’”

That’s what breaks you. You cum with a cry, hand over your mouth to muffle it, walls clenching around nothing as Jake breathes through the line like it’s killing him not to be there.

He groans on his end, low and filthy. “Fuck, baby. I’m cumming…shit.”

You lie there, breathless, listening to the sound of him gasping, whispering your name like a prayer, until the line goes quiet.

[mappedfantasy]

> wash me clean again

summary: vessel is far too exhausted to wash off his own body paint, so you help him. pairing: vessel x gn!reader warnings/tags: sleepy!vessel, roommate!vessel, bf!vessel, clingy!vessel, use of petnames (darling, babe), established relationship, showering together, size difference, praise, touch starvation, biting as a love language, begging, making out, non-sexual intimacy, slightly suggestive (if you want to view it that way), reader heavy dialogue. word count: 1.1k a/n: read this fic by @badomensgoodomens the other day and felt inspired to write something of my own based on the same concept. thank you for making it, very sweet, loved it <3

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You hear Vessel faintly calling for you from the bathroom. 

“Darling?”

You push the bathroom door open to find him sitting down in the bathtub with the shower running. Your heart crumples in your chest at the sight of him. Poor thing. It only worsens when he lifts his head, puppy-dog eyes catching yours as if to plead. He looks fucking exhausted.

“Darling, can you help me?” he asks, voice at almost the same volume with the water, lowering for the sake of saving whatever energy he can.

This is when you notice that the washcloth in his hand is stained gray, and that his body paint has low effort scrubbing streaks. 

“Yeah.” You drop down to a squat at the side of the tub, reaching for the washcloth from his hands. 

He snatches it away, low in attempt. “You’ll get the floor wet.” God, he’s nearly whining. You catch a glimpse of a frowned pout on his lips. 

You push yourself, hands on your knees, into a standing position. You begin to slip off your clothes, discarding them into a pile on the floor. A hand slides the shower curtain over even more so than it was open before, like that wasn’t getting the floor wet. 

“Vess, let me help you up,” you tell him gently, offering a hand down for him to take.

And he does. He takes your hand in his, becoming easily engulfed by the size difference of you two. He gets to his feet with a small stumble. Being this wrecked surely was making his head foggy, maybe enough to spin. You slip in, in front of him, closing the curtain behind you.

“That’s it.” You guide his hand to your shoulder, to keep him steady. He keeps the other on the shower wall after handing you the washcloth finally. 

You begin to wash his stomach. The touch is full of love despite the pressure you have to put down to get the paint to come off. 

“Are you really tired, hm?” You ask him, flickering your eyes up for a second to try at meeting his. 

But his eyes are closed, trying to get himself through this from what it seems. “Mhm…” he gets out. It’s muddled and taut. 

Moving upwards his chest, you wash out a spot enough to plant a kiss in, then change to a graze of a bite that was stronger resemblance to your teeth scraping against his skin. He groans out quietly, barely there at all. 

“Can you do that again?” He asks you. You both knew you could never say no to him. 

His stomach and chest have been stripped clean of black, remaining only his shoulders and neck. You apply more soap to these areas since it had run mighty thin from the other scrubbing. Exposing the pale skin of his shoulder under the dark makeup, you take a bite of him. Harder this time. By now, you knew he had a little thing for biting, was a love language to him. Vessel needed it. You feel a shiver shock through him. You land another nip onto his neck where you have to stand on your tiptoes to reach, lurching him down by the smallest hint. 

Vessel’s body slouches against yours, his back hunches over due to the height difference between the both of you. His cheek smooshes into your shoulder and his slickened skin slides along yours to rest his nose in the cranny where your neck and shoulder meet. You feel him huff subhumanly. His arms dangle beside him which almost brush your body. And one of your arms is wrapped around his lower back while the other gently washes at his sides to get rid of any residue paint there. His arms are slow in movement as they come around your back, resting low there, and gently pushing you closer to him. You use your nails just barely on his back, causing a low groan to come from Vessel’s mouth. 

“Fuck…” he drags the word out low, “that feels good.” He’s hushed, almost at a whisper if his voice wasn’t thick on getting those words out. 

Your mind can’t go there, and so, you won’t. You want to take care of him, softly. He deserves it firstly, but secondly, he also needs it. 

Instead, you hum in an agreeing tone. “Yeah?” Your nails go along his back, back and forth laggardly. “That feel good, babe?” You hope he picks up on the smile in your voice.

He grunts and you feel the brush of air on your neck again. You let out a small laugh, dry one. 

“Good,” you say.  

You throw the blackened cloth into the corner of the tub, bringing Vessel close to you in a hug. “I’m so proud of you,” you tell him. His body sinks further into yours, his weight becoming more of your responsibility than his. His lips press unhurried kisses into this side of your neck and down your shoulder. Retracting back, up, into his normal stance as much as he can bear with his fatigue. 

And you start to move back too. He needed to get into your bed as soon as he could get there. But he stops you. 

“One kiss. Please?” 

His face is brought down to you by your hands cupping his jaw, placing a tender kiss to his lips. They work slowly with yours as he makes another whine. You try to match the noise, licking into his mouth one good time before pulling away fully. 

“So lucky to have you,” you murmur to him.

Vessel looks at you with those same pleading eyes. “Can I have another? Just this one. Please?” 

Your lips catch his for one last kiss, relishing this one, him licking into your mouth this time. Whine.

That’s where you step away and cut off the water. You step out of the tub. You turn to hold your hand out for him to latch onto. And he does. You help him to not slip, his brain was not functioning at all if it was in any shape to work before. The two of you share a towel, not being arsed to use two separate ones. He nudges his head into your hand when you began to towel dry his hair. 

“How about we get you to bed, hmm?” You ask, tossing the towel somewhere into the bathroom. That, along with finding clothes, was a worry for a different time. Later, after Vessel had been taken care of, after he got some sleep.

He trails behind you like a lost pup. “Please.”

[insidekatmind]

More than friend~Kenan yildiz

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You’re still laughing when Kenan turns off the TV. The movie you’ve just watched has turned out to be a crappy comedy instead of the thriller you’d chosen. The couch in his house is comfy and soft, and you’re sunk into the cushions, legs crossed and your face still red from laughing.

“I didn’t think I’d laugh this hard tonight,” you admit, running a hand through your hair.

“Me neither,” he laughs, tucking a pillow behind his back. His eyes shine in the dim light of the living room. “But at least we had fun.”

You nod, heart beating a little faster than usual. Kenan has been your best friend for years, yet lately there’s something different between you. Something that you feel grow every time he looks at you in that kind, yet insightful way.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks, standing up from the couch. His smile is disarming, so natural.

“No, I’m fine,” you say with a shy smile. The two of you remain silent for a moment, and then, almost without thinking, you add, “I like being here with you.”

His eyebrows raise for a moment, surprised by your sincerity. But then he smiles, a warm expression that seems to slide over you like a hug.

“I like having you here, too,” he admits, sitting back down next to you. This time he’s closer, so much so that your knees are touching. You feel a shiver run across your skin.

“I have something I need to tell you,” he says softly, his voice lower, more serious. “For a while now… I’ve noticed that I think of you differently. Not just as my best friend.”

You hold your breath. Those words are exactly what you’ve been trying to ignore, what you’ve tried to repress every time your heart beats too fast in his presence.

“Me too… I feel the same.”

For a moment, the world stops. Then, slowly, Kenan brings his face closer to yours. His eyes lock onto yours, seeking one last confirmation. You nod slightly, and his warm breath mixes with yours.

When his lips touch yours, it is sweet and intense at the same time. A kiss that tastes of promises never said and feelings finally confessed. His hands gently touch your face, and you let yourself go, forgetting everything else.

When you pull away, his eyes shine brighter than ever.

“I think this changes things, right?” he says with a slight smile.

“Maybe so. But I’m fine with it.”

And for the first time, you realize that being there with him is exactly where you want to be.

Kenan kisses you again and in the meantime he takes off your skirt and panties and drags you astride him.

Kenan's hands grip your hips firmly as he pulls you onto his lap, your bare bottom pressing against his growing arousal. His lips crush against yours in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing and exploring. He breaks away, panting softly.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. His hands roam over your curves, squeezing and caressing. "I've wanted this for so long."

He lifts you slightly, fumbling with his belt and zipper. You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he frees himself, his hard length springing up. He positions you above him, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with lust and concern.You nod, biting your lip.

You moaned and kissed his jaw. "So big."Kenan's breath hitches at your words, a smug grin spreading across his face. "You like that, huh?" he teases, his hips rolling up to meet yours, driving his thick length deeper inside you.

His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he helps guide your movements. "You're so fucking tight, it's like you were made for my cock," he groans, his lips trailing kisses along your jawline.

He leans back slightly, his eyes roaming over your body possessively. "Look at you, riding me like you own me," he praises, his voice low and husky. "You're so damn sexy."

You smiled at his words and caressed his chest as you continued to ride him. Kenan's chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your caressing hands, his skin hot to the touch. He watches you through hooded eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck, your touch drives me crazy," he groans, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

His large hands span your waist, gripping you tightly as he guides your movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. "You're so perfect, so fucking perfect," he pants, his words slurring slightly.

Suddenly, he sits up, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you onto your back. He settles between your legs, his thick length still buried deep inside you. "I need to be in control," he growls, his eyes intense as he begins to thrust into you with renewed vigor.

His powerful hips snap forward, driving his cock deep into your soaked pussy. The new angle allows him to hit that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "Yes, just like that," you cry out, your nails digging into his back.

Kenan's face is flushed, his eyes wild with desire as he pounds into you relentlessly. "You're mine," he growls, his voice possessive. "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours," you pant, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. "Only yours, Kenan. Forever yours."

Those words seem to ignite something in him. He kisses you fiercely, his tongue dominating your mouth as he continues his brutal pace. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and the creaking of the couch beneath you.

"Come for me," he demands, his hand snaking between your bodies to find your clit. He circles the sensitive nub with his fingers, pushing you closer to the edge.

As his fingers work your clit, Kenan's thrusts become more erratic, his own release approaching. "Come with me," he grunts, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you come undone."

Your body responds to his command, your inner walls clamping down around his throbbing length. "Kenan!" you scream, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses beneath him, your juices flooding his cock and balls.

With a final thrust, Kenan buries himself deep inside you, his own release finding him. He groans loudly, his hot seed pulsing into your contracting pussy. "Fuck, yes," he pants, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you.

He collapses on top of you, his sweaty body pressing you into the couch. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both catch your breath. "That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled sweetly and stroked his hair. Kenan's eyes flutter closed as you gently stroke his hair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He nuzzles into your touch, his arms tightening around you possessively. "I could stay like this forever," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated.

After a moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It's different from the passionate kisses of earlier, this one is softer, more loving. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. "I love you," he whispers, the words sending a flutter through your heart.

"I love you too," you reply, smiling up at him. "More than anything."

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now. I'm never letting you go."

And as you lay there in his arms, basking in the aftermath of your lovemaking, you realize that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk.

Genre: SMUT-ish

Warnings: innocent!reader, intoxication, swearing, grinding on someone's thigh, mentions of sex (no actual sex considering reader is drunk), praise kink

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

Just as you extend your arm to knock, James slides in front of you and gently holds under your elbow. He's smiling at you fondly as he caresses soothing circles across your skin.

"I want you to know, love, just because we mentioned it doesn't mean you have to, hmm?" he reminds you, his voice low and husky.

You smile and nod your head, letting him wrap an arm around your waist, "I know, Jamie," you reassure him. James looks at you in such a way you know he understands and he settles into your side. He turns around when you knock, his arm still holding you close, and when the door swings open to reveal an already flushed Sirius Black, your boyfriend smirks.

"Prongsie!" Sirius cries happily, pulling James in by his collar and trapping him in a hug. James has released his arm from around you in anticipation of Sirius's gesture and you giggle, walking into the house behind them.

Sirius looks at you next. "Y/n!" he cries, "Your lovely lady looks as lovely as ever, Jamsey," he skips over and takes your hand in his, twirling you around. You can smell the faint cherry vodka on his breath as he holds up your hand and clumsily swipes a thumb along your knuckles. "Still no ring?" Sirius whines with a light-hearted pout.

James pulls you away gently, his cheeks blushed pink. "Alright, enough. Hands off my girl," he reprimands, holding you close as he presses a kiss to your temple. He's holding your hand almost possessively, but you don't mind.

"I keep wondering that myself, Siri," you join in the teasing and send James a smile.

The latter rolls his eyes but smirks as he helps you out of your winter coat. He hangs it up next to his own and then places his hand on your lower back so he can guide you around. It's a common gesture James doesn't even realize he's doing anymore.

Sirius and Remus's house isn't small, but it isn't big either. It's normally sized with dark brick walls and ivy near the upper windows. Inside, the fire is burning and the smell of cookies and wine is in the air.

Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene occupy the couch as they play a game of friendly poker with Frank and Alice. Remus, when he sees you all, stands up from his armchair and smiles widely.

"Y/n/n," he says as if he hasn't seen you in years. Which is a dramatic exaggeration.

Remus pulls you into a warm hug, which means you aren't next to James anymore and he pouts, "Why is everyone suddenly in love with my girlfriend?" he whines.

Remus chuckles and kisses your cheek, "Because she's just so lovely, James," he kisses your cheek again and you giggle. "Plus, you've been hiding her from us for weeks now. I'm starting to think you're doing it on purpose."

James shakes his head with a low chuckle, his hand finding yours. "It's not my fault she's been busy."

"You guys do realize I am standing right here, yeah?" you interrupt with a chuckle. Remus looks at you fondly. He nods and then hurries you and James over to the couch where your friends are.

Always the gentleman, James crosses his legs and sits on the floor while you squeeze in between Lily and Marlene, sending them smiles.

A few moments later Sirius emerges with two glasses of white wine. He grins and hands one to James before handing you yours. Instantly, your eyes flicker to James as you take the glass and look at the liquid.

He sends you a reassuring nod. Even in school, you tended to stay away from alcohol because you were scared. Scared of losing control. But, now that you're with James and you feel safe around him. You had brought it up a few days ago: that you wanted to try. James had promised to watch you, to make sure you don't drink too much or do anything stupid.

So, you put the glass to your lips.

Three drinks in and you don't feel drunk.

Rather, you feel completely normal – well almost normal as you seem to have a hard time keeping your eyes away from your boyfriend's hands. You tend to play with the hem of your dress in your lap and you're still sitting in between Lily, and now Sirius as he drunkenly animates his sentences.

James is still sitting on the floor, his arms draped across his knees as he crosses his ankles. From time to time, he'll look up at you and his eyebrows will scrunch as if to ask if you're okay. Your cheeks start to feel hot and you fumble with your hands to press them on your face. You squirm around, feeling pressure in your core as you bite down on your lip.

"Y/n," James's voice is hoarse and you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Come here, dove," he whispers.

When you stand, you stumble to James and gasp when he pulls you down onto his lap. You hold onto him, looking into his eyes as his hand finds your thigh just shy from your ass. James frowns as he sees your expression but then his lips curl into a smirk.

Clumsily, he makes a show of standing as you cling onto him. Your friends don't seem preoccupied by you and James as he gently guides you into Remus and Sirius's small bathroom in the hallway. You lean against the sink, looking up at James and mumble, "W-What?"

James's knuckles caress down your cheek as he chuckles. "Hey, are you okay?"

You blink at him, trying to focus on something other than the heat from his strong body against yours. You hum, nodding. James's palm presses against your cheek first and then moves to your forehead. He frowns. "You're warm. 'You sure you're okay?" he asks with concern.

Your breathing becomes harsher as you stare at him. "O-oh- yeah. I'm g-good," you try to sound as normal as you can although his touch ignites a fire inside you.

James's frown deepens, looking you over. When you bite your lip, his eyebrow raises and the corner of his mouth slips upwards. He knows your signs all too well by now.

James slides his knee in between your legs, a soft gasp escaping your lips as your skirt rides up your thighs a little further. The coarse fabric of his jeans hits your cotton panties and your hands grip the sink harder. You look up at him, your eyes lidded. "J-Jamie?"

His hand slides up your cheek, tilting his head as he presses a sloppy kiss behind your ear. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I won't allow anything bad to happen to you, my lovely," he lifts his knee slightly and a shiver runs up your arms.

You clutch his shirt, your mind already starting to go fuzzy. You can't tell if you're just drunk or incredibly horny – perhaps you're both? All you know if you want James's touch. You want his lips, his hands, his cock. James's knee rubbing against your pussy interrupts your dirty fantasies as you sigh.

"I'm not gonna do all the work," James mutters and pauses his movements.

"More," You whisper, staring at him needily and James chuckles quietly.

"Shhh, my baby's simply a little too drunk for that," his voice is smooth and stern as he kisses the side of your lips, "I'm not gonna do that, lovie. I'm sorry. But, if you wanna get off on my trousers then who am I to deny you?" he quips with a knowing smile.

As if simply needing his permission, you roll your hips onto him and let out a loud moan. James covers your mouth with his hand, stroking your skin as you buck against him desperately. You're dripping and seeping through your panties to soak his jeans with your juices. You can't stop your soft, drunken, moans as you rub your sensitive clit against him.

"Good girl," James whispers encouragements, occasionally moving his knee to apply more pressure, "My good girl, aren't you? So needy when you're drunk, hmm?" he hums with a smile.

You nod, cheeks burning as your movements become even more desperate. It feels so good. He's making you feel so good and he knows it. James leans in and rests his hand behind your ear as he delicately kisses your head. He can tell you're close and he whispers sweet nothings in your ear as your mind goes fuzzy and your skin prickles with desire.

Your mouth opens only no sound comes out when you rut against him harder. James grins, enjoying having you so completely undone in front of him. You hold onto his sleeve, squeezing your thighs around his and tears of pleasure brim your lashes. James coos, "Aw, don't cry, sweetheart. What's the matter?" he teases and strokes his thumb across your cheek.

"I- I need more," you whimper, trying desperately to reach your high.

"I can't let you have more, lovie," James says quietly. He doesn't want to risk crossing any boundaries when you're drunk.

Still, he grips your hips and rocks them over his thigh, helping you. "Here, just let go for me. It's okay, I'll take care of you later I promise." You whine and lean your head on his chest as your pussy throbs.

You feel light-headed when you finally come, your juices soaking your panties and James's jeans. He kisses your forehead when you look up at him, eyes lidded. "Good girl, you did so good," he whispers, stroking a hand in your hair as you catch your breath.

James lifts you effortlessly onto the sink and you automatically spread your legs. You watch him as he bends over and rolls up some toilet paper in his hand.

He then hands it to you, "Clean yourself up, dove?"

You look at him innocently, silently asking him to be the one to clean you. James hesitates and bites his lip. Quickly, he dips his hand into your panties and collects your cum on the paper. He bunches it up and throws it in the toilet. He rolls up some more and wipes his jeans a little.

Finally, he flushes the evidence and kisses your lips. You squirm a little, uncomfortable from the wetness in your panties. James looks down and smirks.

He starts to slide your panties down your hips and looks at you for consent. You nod, staring at him. You're still in a haze from the liquor but you trust James. He slides your panties into his jeans pocket and smoothes your skirt. He sees your adorable frown, "No one will know, I promise," he assures you.

When you leave the bathroom, the hallway seems darker. James's hand rests on your ass, keeping your skirt down as you focus on not tripping. You don't realize how giddy and stupid you and James looks until you both enter the living room again and your friends turn to stare. Lily, Remus, and Marlene seem to compose themselves as they smirk behind their hands, but Sirius, in his drunken state, seems completely appalled.

"You did not just fuck in my bathroom, Potter!" he exclaimed. Laughs escape the others and you must look completely embarrassed because their smiles widen. James gently and playfully covers your ears as his voice strains to hide his amusement.

"Shut up," he chuckles and then kisses your temple, "we did no such thing, did we, lovie?"

You nod your head. You wonder if your panties are burning a hole in James's trousers just like your bareness is causing a burning in your stomach. James hands moves to your back as he caresses you comfortingly.

"So, why did you come out of the bathroom together?" Marlene interrupts and adds to the teasing, "Don't tell me Y/n needed help peeing?"

James sends her a glare and moves you through the living room and to the door. "It's late, I'm tired," he tries to take the attention off you, "I think it's time for us to drive home."

He drapes your coat over your shoulders and you're grateful he's taking you home. The neediness has been replaced by pure exhaustion and you grip his arm. James puts on his own coat and opens the door. He whispers to you, "Shh, you're safe with me," and kisses you again.

You both say your goodbye's and Sirius calls out one last time, "If I find any evidence you fucked in my bathroom, I'll personally kill you, James Potter," James pauses, knowing he's not finished and smirks when he hears Sirius's last comment.

"Shame on you for roping poor, innocent Y/n into your disgusting activities. And in my bathroom — "

"Sirius," You hear Remus warn, exhausted.

James holds your hand and starts to shut the door behind you,

"Next time, Remus and I will fuck in your bathroom!"

"Sirius!"

[joonjuul]

million dollar man. jjk

pairing: rich!jk x poor!reader

wc: 1.5k

warnings: richman!jk, softdom!jk, poor!reader, subby!reader, pwp, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, fingering (f receiving), pet names, praise

a/n: just a lil something to keep you guys occupied while i finish up school :3 tysm for all the love im sorry for inactivityyy… don’t worry ill make it up to you guys <3

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his cold calloused hands ran over your cheek, nearly kissing away the single teardrop that slid down your flushed skin. his other hand wrapped gently around your hair, pulling it perfectly out of your face as he guided your soft lips over his cock.

“that’s it, baby.” he coos from above you. your knees were peppered in carpet burn, painted velvet over your pale skin as you felt every vein and crease of his length along your hollowed cheeks. to you, he was admirable, a man of power, a man of riches. he didn’t even take his suit off when you fucked. but to him, you were an angel sent from heaven, his saving grace, his escape from reality.

you felt yourself gag around him as he slowly pushes himself deeper inside, his hips bucking up slightly as his eyes turn white, relishing in everything you have to offer him. god he really was a sight for sore eyes.

you hollow your cheeks further around his cock, nearly enough to make him cum on the spot as he gently pulls himself out of your mouth, his eyes flicking to yours as he leans forward, wiping your perfect plump lips and smeared mascara as best as he can.

“sweet little girl, come here.” he rasps, patting his thigh as he helps you stand up from between his legs, watching as you perfectly position yourself on either side of his thigh.

“jungkook.” you whine softly. you wanted nothing more than to see him cum. watch his eyes roll back as he thrusts deep into your mouth. even if it hurt, every strain of muscles in your throat was worth hearing him moan and whimper beneath you.

he smirks at you sweetly, his dimples poking out as he brings his hands to your waist, sliding his fingers over your bare stomach as he begins to guide you slowly. your clothed cunt rubbing against his thigh almost perfectly as your bare legs tighten around him.

his smirk deepens as he watches how quickly you respond, bringing one of his hands up to your face to push a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“such a pretty little thing. i couldn’t resist baby, you look too good like this. and i know how much you love my thigh.” his voice is dripping with sex, rumbling through your chest as your hips begin to move on their own, barely being guided by his cold hands. he was right, riding his thigh always made your mind cloudy, and always left you desperate for more.

“w-wanted to see you c-cum.” you mutter under your breath, the words slipping out almost subconsciously as your body begins to fall under his spell, under his trance.

he smirks even more, licking his lips subtly, although you could barely notice him now with how lost you were on him.

“i know sweetheart. but i want to see you cum first.” jungkook was walking sex in your eyes. his every touch, his every line, every breath was so gentle, it left your body aching for more almost constantly, even without your knowledge. so much so that in situations like this, you tended to forget who you were.

right now you were just a poor girl on his lap, and he was a rich boy watching you ride him breathlessly. and that was enough for you.

your hands subconsciously move up to his shoulders, gripping them softly as your hips begin to move with more fluidity. your already damp underwear now seeping onto his perfectly ironed dress pants, the wrinkles they left behind only adding a deeper intensity to your throbbing cunt.

your whines and gentle moans were like gas to a flame, drawing jungkook in closer as his hands grip your waist tighter, his lips leaning down to catch your neck sweetly. every kiss he left behind was like heaven, easily finding every spot he knew you adored, like he memorized every inch of your skin, and it only spurred you on more.

his kisses became rapid, his tongue darting out to lick a seamless stripe of desire down your collarbone, and easily earning a moan from between your lips. he had you right where he wanted you.

“let me hear you baby, let me hear your pretty little moans.” he coos between kisses, a subtle pink blotch appearing on your shoulder as he coaxes you closer to the edge, your noises only intensifying at his every move.

“m-more.” you mutter breathlessly, your hips increasing in pace as you ride him with every last bone in your body. your entire soul belonged to him, every drop of blood in your veins was his to claim, money aside, he was the only man who could ever make you feel so high without a single toxin in your body.

he hums softly, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you closer, your cunt dragging off his thigh as he lifts your body up, his eyes scanning down to the wet patch on your panties, and the growing stain on his own pants.

“you’re making a mess, sweetheart. what am i gonna do with you?” you whine at his words, your hips bucking up subconsciously, craving any sort of relief your swollen cunt can find.

“p-please.” your eyes were big and red, staring at him desperately as you pleaded for him to show you some sort of mercy, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you felt him slowly lower you back down, stopping to hover you above his leg as you feel his hand slither between your thighs.

“i’ll give you what you want, baby. you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod your head quickly at his question, your body nearly shaking, pleading for forgiveness as you feel his slim fingers pulling your underwear aside. your perfectly soaked cunt on full display for him, and you nearly collapse as you feel his fingers begin to trace your folds.

“tell me darling, is this what you wanted?” his voice, his words alone could be considered cruel and unusual punishment. the way he delicately spread you apart for him, teased you relentlessly, was borderline violent.

“y-yes. p-please.” you mutter, your breath hitching in your throat as you feel his fingers enter you with ease, spreading your walls deliciously as he quickly lands on your most sensitive spot.

“then take it.” he begins to pump in and out of you harshly, every thrust of his fingers hitting a different spot inside you that you didn’t know existed. your head was spinning, your chest pounding, everything about him was driving you closer and closer to the edge.

you could barely hold yourself up, you could barely think straight, all you could think about was the way his fingers perfectly fit inside of you, knew every line and crevice of your untamed body, swallowing you whole like you were the last woman on earth, like he was a man starved of touch.

“shhh that’s it baby, there you go.” his praises ring in your ears on a loop, your grip tightening on his suit as his tie begins to loosen, his once slicked back hair now curly and disheveled.

and then you feel it.

“c-close.” you moan out, your breath nearly stolen from your chest as his fingers begin to move faster, his pace matching the way your hips ride his fingers. your slick dripping down to his knuckles as he curls himself deep inside of you, your heart almost jumping out of your chest with every motion.

his muffled praises go in one ear and out the other, but they’re appreciated nonetheless. your head was reeling, your legs trembling as you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter, and tighter. his grip on your waist bringing you back to reality for a split second.

“cum, angel.”

you feel your entire body tense at his words, the knot within you releasing just as quickly as it arrived. breathless whimpers and ecstasy filled promises dripping from your lips as you feel him slowly bring you back to his lap. everything was fuzzy, the room was spinning, all you could feel were the gentle pats on your hair, and the way his soft touch coaxed you out of euphoria.

“there you are, baby.” he coos as he sees your eyes finally flutter open. your cheeks flushed and forehead sticky as you leaned against him, your breathing still unsteady with desire.

you look up at him, your eyes full of lust and need. he was perfection, pure and utter perfection laid out before you. he was yours for the taking, and you were his.

“wanna make me cum?” he rasps, looking down at you, his dimples evident in his smile as he watches your eyes light up at the opportunity. you were never too tired for him, never too tired to satisfy the man of your dreams.

“anything for you.”

[cloudwisp]

Gojo’s unwavering gaze never leaves you as he drinks up your existence—the way your curls fall past your shoulders, the spillage of your breasts over your pretty bra lined with lace, the curve of your waist and matching pair of panties that he’s itching to pull down with his canines. He swallows hard from where he’s propped on his elbows with his legs spread wide hanging over the edge of the bed, his uniform half messily undone and azure eyes glowing bright in the darkness with only the moonlight filtering the space.

“Mind helping me with this?” You utter softly, looking to the man standing close behind you while your fingers trace the strap on your opposite shoulder. Gojo almost forgets that you both aren’t alone when his best friend plants a light kiss just below your earlobe, his meticulous fingers trailing across your back to gently push your hair aside before his index hooks the elastic.

“With pleasure.” A smirk befalls Geto’s lips and he easily unclasps your bra singlehandedly that you catch in your hands before letting the undergarment fall gracefully to your feet. The warmth of his palm finds your hip once more but you place your smaller hand over his and guide it to the swell of your breast where he gives a breathy chuckle and squeezes tenderly. His thumb glides over the protruding bud, and it has Gojo mesmerized with want and desire to touch and feel and taste you with nothing but his mouth and tongue.

You can see the way Gojo’s cock throb uncontrollably in the confines of his pants when you turn your attention back to him, and unbeknownst to you he was already collecting pre-cum beneath the layers. He grows more and more restless the longer he watches yours and Geto's drawn-out intimate acts to tease him with the way his fingers grip the sheets just a fraction.

“Leaving me out the fun, huh? How mean.” He complains, and his pouts always have a way of pulling at your heartstrings even though he doesn't actually mean it.

“Just don’t trust you to unhook my bra. Took you ten minutes the last time.” You tease playfully, climbing over him as you litter kisses up along his happy trail to his bare chest and the dip of his collarbones. He moans lowly when you press your mouth just at the pulse of his neck and his head falls back slightly, his hand finding the small of your back with his touch gliding over your spine in a gentle yet possessive manner. “But think you could do something about this?” You glance down to your panties with the flutter of your lashes and he thinks you’re just so damn adorable.

“Thought you’d never ask, angel.” Gojo’s face lights up with a grin, flipping you onto your back and his knee slides between your legs to gently part them so he can settle where he knows you want him most. He takes a moment to admire you beneath him, committing every curve and dip to his memory before he descends to worship your gorgeous body with tongueful kisses nibbling and sucking at your smooth skin. When his lips press softly to your clothed clit, he can’t get enough of the lovely sound that escapes you and wonders what else he hasn’t heard from you yet.

“So sensitive, aren’t you princess? I want to hear more of that pretty voice of yours.” He says, slowly pulling your panties down your thighs with his teeth to get a real taste of how perfectly sweet you are.