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was thinkin bout this the other day, but what would be the different things that would make svt bust hands free/in their pants?

what would make seventeen cum hands free in their pants

seungcheol: pull his hair, like just tug on it gently while whispering something dirty, and bam, he’s biting his lip, trying to mask that he's cumming right here and then.

jeonghan: if you make eye contact while sucking a lollipop or a popscicle right before leaning in to kiss him, he’s legit gone. your lips brushing his while your hands slide down his groin? yeah, his pants are ruined.

joshua: when you start moaning his name too sweetly (mainly if you use it in public, bc only he knows the riiight tone), dragging your nails down his back. he’s so polite about it, but you know he just busted.

junhui: when you’re humping him but lean forward to bite his neck while telling him exactly how good he’s making you feel. his body betrays him in seconds.

hoshi: if you so much as breathe heavy in his ear and start grinding on him, but mainly when you tug his waistband down .

wonwoo: when you whisper some filthy praise, and his mind is already fucked, his glasses fogged up. he’s done before he even realizes it.

woozi: when he's rolling his hips on you through the layers of clothes and then you gasp his name while pulling his hand to your throat. combine that with a breathy “jihoon, harder,” and you’ll hear the most beautiful whimper you ever heard from him

minghao: teasingly brush your lips against his while holding his wrists down. ALSO, a bit of challenge!! “you can’t handle me hao...” it would be entertaining to watch him all flushed telling you about how embarrassed he is.

mingyu: reverse cowgirl position. when you're playing video games, and just decide to lay on your tummy while placing your lower belly right at his bulge as your legs part. this man’s grip on reality slips.

seokmin: when you praise him. it doesnt matter. if his cock is somehow touching you, and you're praising him about the dinner he just made, is enough for him to bust.

seungkwan: when you're jealous and you tell him that he's yours. sit on his lap, grind down, and start kissing his neck while whispering things in a mad tone.

vernon: moan in his mouth!!! when you straddle him and pull him into kiss, dragging his hands to your waist while moaning into his mouth. he’s malfunctioning and busting before he even gets his pants off.

chan: if you start kissing his abs while looking up at him, maybe tug on his pants while saying that he has been a good boy, praising him as he usually likes, his legs literally give out as he’s done.

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SKZ REACTIONS TO…

…receiving dirty messages from you

thought it would be fun to do but making them stressed me out lmao.

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. you know what I came for

hyunjin x f!reader

warnings: painplay, cbt, preestablished dom!reader sub!hyune, dacryphilia, blasphemy?

words: 865

author's note: I have no idea what this is, I just wanted to write something to warm up. and pain slut hyune has been on my mind. title from p4in by jean dawson (cw the song's quite heavy and not sexy)

The sound Hyunjin makes is thin, reedy. He clasps and unclasps his hands where they’re tied together in front of his chest. He always asks you to tie them there in favour of behind his back. Says he likes that it feels like he’s praying to you. That the pleasure you, and only you, can give him is the closest he’s ever come to God.

His knees slide further apart where’s kneeling in front of your bed, squeaking over the linoleum as he sinks further into the floor, further into submission. His cock, heavy and throbbing and leaking, comes to rest on the floorboards. The first contact makes him jump before he leans into it, chasing any relief he can get.

You tut disapprovingly, shake your head. Hyunjin blinks up at you through glassy eyes. His lower lip wobbles.

He tries to lift himself again, but the feeling of the sensitive underside of his cock dragging over the wood makes him shudder, his body instinctively chasing the feeling again, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

You force yourself forward, just one step at first, but it makes Hyunjin’s next breath become erratic, eyes shaking as he watches you approach him, a mix of excitement and fear in his dark eyes. He’s a vision – naked body trembling in overwhelm, his choppy black hair haloing his head, errant strands sticking to his sweat slick neck, one plastered against his forehead.

Slowly, you reach out. You slip the tips of your fingers under the strand of hair there, unstick it from his skin, tug it behind his ear. Hyunjin watches your movements with rapt attention. He’s far gone already. There’s a vacant sort of baseness behind his gaze, a slow, almost dreamlike quality to his movements when he chases after your touch. If you didn’t know what he really wanted, you would stop here. Scoop him up from the floor, lead him to the bed, couch him in softness and unravel him slowly until he’s coming into your mouth. But you know better. He’d asked for his today.

Your soft caress trails into his hair before you tighten your grip and yank.

Hyunjin howls, his whole body following the pull of your hand, back arching, his tied hands falling forwards, finger scrambling for purchase, but he can’t reach anything except his other hand and the rope around his wrists, and you don’t let him cower close enough to the floor to sink his nails into the floorboards.

You experimentally pull a little bit harder, yet, tug his head over to the left until the long slope of his neck is exposed to you and Hyunjin whimpers. A single tear forces its way out of the corner of his eye, rolls down his glittering cheek, gets caught in the silver of his earring. His cock jumps and drools a little, forms a puddle where it rests. Maybe you’ll make him lick it up later.

With your hand still in his hair, you start pulling him upright. Whimpering, his body follows. His chest rises and falls unevenly, the lithe muscles in his stomach and his legs bulge prettily with the effort.

You’re about to let up on your grip, but Hyunjin mewls, strains further into your hold, makes a desperate noise of protest in the back of his throat. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out except a gargled moan. You watch as his face screws up, his eyes close as he tries to get his bearings enough to speak. His pink tongue runs over the plush of his lips, leaves a thick sheen of spit on them. Your breath catches in your throat.

When he finally speaks, it’s with his big, glassy eyes locked onto yours, and his hands clasped in front of his heart. A desperate prayer.

“More.”

Your vision blurs and your socked foot collides with his cock hard. Hyunjin screams, doubles over … and comes. His broad back heaves as he sobs through his orgasm, hands clutched against his chest, his cock spurting erratically all over the floor between his legs.

His body goes limp when he comes down, though he stays where he is. Folded in on himself, sweaty forehead pressed against the cold floor. Every now and again a shudder racks through him and with it comes a small, pitiful whimper.

Carefully, you approach him, run a soothing hand over his back. He shivers under your touch, goosebumps following the tracks of your fingers. You hum softly before you speak, so you don’t startle him.

“Enough?”

Shakily, Hyunjin pushes his bound hands into the floor, tries to push himself up, but his shaking legs make it hard. You walk around him until you’re in front of him, help him to sit back on his knees again. His eyes are a little clearer now. There are tear tracks down his flushed red cheeks and a red spot on his forehead from the floor.

You bring your palm up, cup his cheek. He nuzzles into the touch, hums sweetly, presses a kiss to your palm before he flutters his eyes open.

He blinks at you, then he smiles dopily and shakes his head.

“More.”

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keep me in motion

DK/Mingyu/The8 [Seokmin/Mingyu/Minghao]

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Seokmin takes a deep breath. It would still be simpler to leave them where he found them. Even if they're not real Imperials (which they still could be, who knows what's changed since he'd gone to ground), it would bring him nothing but trouble to save them. He can't afford that kind of trouble.

Tell yourself the truth.

Seokmin sighs. Then, he flips the motor on and turns the boat around, piloting back through the fog.

star wars au, order 66, angst with a happy ending, off-screen injury, sexual content, loss of virginity

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I HHAVE TO SO MUCH BOY PUSSY THOUGHTS BUT LIKE IM SHAKING AND ESOC DHD OGMGG right but what are you thoughts on fem!skz???? uz the brainrot has been getting to me and i personally believe there just arent ENOUGH fem!skz like whaat happened to the pussy? the cunt? THE PUM PUM

sorry. i loved your drabble though and just your work in general and im not kidding when i say that wehn i saw you actually answered my request and then saw said request on my dashboard thingy I LITERALLY PUT MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR AND WAS YAYAYAYAYA!?!?!?!

URE RIGHT LIKEEE WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PUMPUMHDSJJDJSNS

💗 nsfw fem!skz thoughts

🏷️ fem!skz, gn!reader, smut smut smut

— bang chan

chan’s beautiful, bubbly, a little busty with a big butt. she’s everything you would want in a girl: a giggly lady with a pretty body. she’s very preppy, a little clingy once you two get together, but in bed? she’s a blushing mess! she loves when you chat her up only to talk her down, let her babble several flavors of nonsense and moan with that sweet curly accent of hers. her dimples show every time she clenches her jaw in pleasure. chan loves getting herself off on your fingers, riding them, even just grinding on them through her clothed cunt…and she loves when you make her feel a little dirty about it. her butt is the plumpest, it feels good to grope and massage, and best of all — it gets red when she blushes! chan is a giggly girl who’s heavenly to play with.

— minho

a competitive peer turned blunt best friend turned snappy girlfriend, minho’s the prettiest yet sharpest lady you’ve ever come across. she loves keeping things traditional, making you court her to even get a glimpse of her reciprocated love, but when she fell back for you it was all worth it. minho loves to keep half of her long hair up in a bun while the rest flows down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful body against the kitchen counters as she whips you up your favorite meal. a few hours after dinner, you have her over the same counter, fucking her cunt well. she loves to moan your name and make you feel how much she loves you. she gets wet so easily when you moan back, when you tell her you adore her. you figure that she tastes better than her own cooking.

— changbin

what’s not to love about changbin? she was love at first sight turned the love of your life. you fell for the way she looked with her love handles, tummy, and big breasts, and as soon as she spoke to you, it was all real. she’s gentle and kind, offering to help you with whatever work you need. changbin gets very shy when you abandon your work and grab her by the hips and breasts instead. she wears her curly hair long and down and the curtains match the drapes: she has the bush of a lifetime. secretly loves it whenever you’re between her thighs or all up in her cleavage smelling her after her workouts, all before going to town and fucking her ever so sweetly. she’s a muscle mommy who calls you mommy. oh, and changbin in an evening dress—the ones that hug her form, accentuating her belly and toned ass—is a sight to see. she’s absolutely obsessed with lovemaking after her shower. a clean and fresh woman, she’ll take every bit of your body worship before your dates to heart.

— hyunjin

she’s the classiest lady you’ve ever met. always does herself up, wears the prettiest makeup, and always fixes her hair in the middle of your dates. she smells heavenly; it’s french cologne mixed with a bit of your after-sex musk. hyunjin always finds herself getting fucked every time she’s with you, and you don’t know if it’s her irresistible energy or the fact that she’s needier than you. and when the dates reach past midnight, she only becomes cinderella in a way that she takes you home with her, designer clothes to the floor, revealing even more expensive lingerie underneath. class, elegance, all that demure shit flies out of the window as soon as you’re working your mouth on her petite boobs. when it’s all done, she glows in your arms and embraces you, kissing you all over with sweet words between her lips. she’s the most beautiful woman in the world.

— han jisung

han’s a charming woman who’s a bit of a geek. she’s a self-deemed loser, but so incredibly far from the doozy girl she claims to be. you don’t mind her armpit hair, her layered cut, and the leg hair she never wants to shave: she’s charming and attractive for that. firmly believes in having her nips out and it’s so cute of her. jisung is very carefree, and it extends to the sex too. she secretly likes it when you cuddle yet feel her up. she loves it when you sneak your hand under your shorts. she loves it when you’re being nonchalant and casual, eating her out while she’s watching a movie, moaning and whining slightly while all dazed. you hum and call her beautiful, the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, and it does something to her. maybe she’s a bit of a perverted girl too, getting off on your compliments when you’re gone and out of her room.

— felix

a girl’s girl through and through. she loves you very much but there are many reasons why you love her more. she has everything on her: need chapstick? it’s either she pulls one out of her magic tote bag — or she kisses you! need a pen? she’ll even write for you! need to eat her out? she’ll spread her legs before you even blink! she’s always happy and smiley even if you’re playing with her freckled pussy. you tell her that she’s pretty when she smiles, making her grin even more. felix always has her hair done in different crazy styles, but always up whenever she wants to return the favor on you. adores you whenever you catch her out of breath from your fingers and mouth alone. you always kiss every one of her freckles, even the ones near her clit to tease her — and every single time, she falls harder and harder in love with you.

— seungmin

if there was any lady who matched you best, she’d be seungmin. she’s blunt with her words but she means well whenever she talks to you. it was a surprise the first time she asked for sex, simply letting honesty take over and let her know that she wanted you. loves talking you up even if you’re going down on her. she never shaves nor trims her bush, and you find her smirk so attractive every time you find her clit. all that snarky attitude dissolves as soon as you kiss further into her clit, teasing her ass and playing with the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. she’s kind of obsessed with the way you show her own cum in your mouth. gets even more delirious when you tug on her short hair and tell her dirty compliments. she feels the most like a woman when you work your way with her — just make sure to take her out on a date and pay the bill right after.

— jeongin

jeongin’s a lady who never backs down from an adventure. from exploring the outdoors to exploring each other’s bodies, she’s an open woman who doesn’t hesitate to love you right. she’s wild in many senses: you’ve fucked while alone in public once. it’s her spirit that charms you most, you think as you pound into her ass — her request. she’s sweet and very talkative, telling you all about the kinky shit she wants to do the later in night while curling her hair for work. jeongin loves being pampered and pampering you back. she wears your favorite sets of lingerie, or if you prefer it, wears nothing at all when you get home to her. she gets deliciously needy every time you play with her nipples out of nowhere. but even after all the adventures, her cunt might as well be your home.

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doggystyling sub! skz...

thats it 🤗.

💗 fucking skz doggystyle

🏷️ sub!skz, dom!reader, reader has a cock.

— bang chan

he shies away, one hand covering his asshole, one hand on his face. chan isn’t used to this, not yet, but he should be. he cleaned himself well, so well in fact that once you enter him, your cock slips right inside. 

but the pain sparks within chan. it’s a pain so slight that he takes pleasure from it, the first he’s ever felt, and he lets you take that virginity from him.

you coo and ask for reassurance with the sweetest curl in your tone, a stark contrast with the way you roughly manhandle his wide hips. chan doesn’t say anything, so you pat his ass and watch it jiggle. you ask again, voice much slower, words much clearer: chan finally nods and lets you violate him.

it’s so excruciatingly slow at first. you wiggle your hips to let your cock slide further in, then further out. the lube drips in then pushes back out with every clench of his ass. he almost wants to trap your cock inside, but every single time he tightens, you stretch him further with an unforgiving force.

he groans so loud. he moans your name and grows more and more delirious by the minute.

who can blame him when you’re so rough yet sweet with it. you pull your cock back then shove it in, never giving him the chance to rest: though you talk him through it, whispering praises, telling him “you’re doing so well,” letting him know that he’s taking every inch of you with so much love. it almost feels like he isn’t being drilled into.

he starts bouncing his fat asscheeks against his own will, letting his body move while his mind chips away from the pleasure. they say it’s rare to enjoy anal for the first time, but chan is instantly hooked on it, your cock, and you.

he can’t stop it. he’s instantly addicted, and he wants to do this forever.

— minho

it’s in. it’s all the way in, and yet, you barely move at all. minho wiggles his pretty ass to adjust to the length, but after another second passes and you simply kneel there, he whimpers ever so softly.

“i can’t always be doing all the work.” you pretend to yawn, secretly relishing in the betrayed look on his face.

minho takes a heavy breath before he attempts to move. the feeling of being full is an obsession he’s never willing to admit, but he loves the pain that comes along with being filled over and over. he tries his best not to let his hazy mind stop him as he wiggles his ass again.

“is that all you got?” you tease.

all he does is snarl, not at you, but to himself. the frustration starts settling in since he has to work for his own orgasm despite being on his hands and knees.

reluctantly, minho pulls away, feeling the significant absence in his ass before slamming his ass back against yours. he shivers at his own actions. biting his lip, he refuses to let any sinful noises out, but you notice and disallow him.

you tease his mouth open with your thumb. “just keep going like that.” at your words, he repeats his movements, pulling back and then slamming his ass right on your cock. “atta boy.”

his cock hardens so quick until he isn’t aware of his own precum spilling between his thick thighs. he simply picks up his pace, rocking his body back and forth until he’s fully fucking himself on you. he can hear his own wet sounds and he gets shy, letting his sweaty bangs cover his eyes, refusing to even look at his own work. 

you laugh and spank his ass once, holding it firmly in place after. minho whines, almost falling over.

“my turn?” you ask. he nods with a moan and allows you to ravish his hole as much as you want.

— changbin

ass right in front of your face, hole licked fresh with your spit dripping all the way down to his balls, changbin shivers as he waits for you to take him from behind. he watches the mirror in anticipation, seeing your reflection pump your cock between his spanked-red asscheeks just for a little tease.

he refuses to say anything. he simply waits. he trembles, but he waits, listening to you giggle in amusement.

“good boys can take it, right?” you ask, and changbin nods in response. he pushes his curly bangs away from his face just to see your reflection better in the mirror. then you grab his full hips, both pliable fat and toned muscle jiggling under your hands, making you all the more excited.

you slam your hips onto changbin’s, greeting his hole with a violent entrance. he lets out a loud whine, struggling to hold himself up as his back arches towards you.

changbin allows himself to feel the pleasure, staring right into the mirror as a smirk forms across your face. he can’t help his own high pitched and lovely whimpers as he listens to the slick in his hole coating your cock.

your hips don’t stop going forward, your cock sinking deeper and deeper into him, shocking him as he takes your tip, the middle of your shaft, all the way to the base; you see his widened eyes and hung jaw as voices of pleasure fill the room.

“bin.” you bring a hand to hold him by his chin, forcing him to stare at you through the mirror. “say thank you.”

changbin doesn’t hesitate. “thank you, th-thank you so much,” his sweet voice falters as you pull back, only to slam your cock into him once again, and again, and again, and again.

his cock chubs up fast, full balls moving along with his beautiful body as he rocks back and forth with each thrust. he doesn’t stop whining and saying “thank you” like the good boy you trained him to be.

he holds onto the mirror tightly for balance. every thrust punches a whine out of him. he almost can’t control himself anymore, brain blanking by the second, and he can’t thank you enough for it.

— hyunjin

hyunjin’s usually a princess. he’s so pretty with it, getting everything he wants and wishes from you. when it’s your turn to want his ass, he’s nervous at first, but he complies anyway.

he hesitates. his body stiffens. he’s incredibly tensed up while flipped on his knees and palms. 

“relax love,” you say, kissing the skin between his ears and neck. like soothing a kitten, you scratch the nape of his neck. he purrs, feeling much more comfortable under your hands.

you ease him with soothing circles around his shoulders and massages by his hips. he moans silently, lovingly sweet voice slowly turning into sharp groans as he feels it enter him.

the girth of your cock feels like hell inside his plush walls but the velvet texture sends you to heaven. you don’t stop shushing his moans, calming him by running your fingers all around his sensitive skin. hyunjin loves it, adjusting well to your length as you don’t stop singing him praises, worshipping his princess body.

you spend a while fucking him close, bodies inching closer and then away, arching backs to connect sweat and heat. his own cock grows hard as you pump it along with your strokes in his ass. you pepper him in kisses, sniff his hair, pamper him with compliments. 

with every word and sweet act of affection, he melts more and more under you. 

that is, until he stiffens again. this time, he doesn’t seem hesitant, instead drowned deep in pleasure yet something holds him back. it concerns you slightly. 

you hold him by the chin and kiss the side of his lips, prompting him to speak.

“please, fuck me harder,” he pants, and he smiles when you immediately comply with a loving thrust of your hips.

— han

the moment he’s flipped over, he knows he’s doomed. he could crawl away, clutch the headboard for safety, or even kick you — he’s scared, but he does none of that. han complies obediently to your rough commands, dropping his palms down onto the mattress. 

you pay him no mercy, grabbing his waist with nails dug into his skin, scratching him lightly as you pull him towards you. it punches a delicious yelp out of his throat in the process.

only a few grunts from you serve as a warning before you shove yourself into jisung.

your cock forces him open. his entire body trembles. he grabs fistfuls of the sheets beneath him to ground himself, but the deeper you go in his ass, the blurrier his mind gets. and just as soon as he thinks he can’t take any more, you thrust up violently to push his limit.

“fuck! no, i can’t—” he lies. he knows he can take it. “you’re so big!”

“oh really?” you smirk and spank his asscheeks. the skin stings a pinkish red before you squish it with your fingers. 

the subsequent pull back leaves his ass gaping. you pull all the way until he’s empty, giving him one full second to breathe, only to immediately thrust into him again. this time, you don’t still in place, you don’t hug jisung’s waist. your hands simply clamp themselves onto his asscheeks as you drill mercilessly into him. you don’t care for pacing.

his ass clenches deliciously and you can feel every nerve in his system pop. he’s drooling, dazed, almost completely zoned out from the pleasure. every time you pull out, his ass gapes before being stretched even more. jisung feels less and less pain, the addiction to your cock washing over him as he keeps his ass up against your hips.

— felix

he can’t see a thing.

blindfolded, felix waits anxiously as the sounds of your shuffling and the click of a bottle opening pass by his ears. your hums tickle his eardrums in the same way your fingers tease his entrance, the cold lube greeting his lower half with full chills. the blush on his cheeks, just below the blindfold, glows redder.

something prods lightly at his entrance. “it’s just my finger,” you clarify, poking it around his asshole. felix pants, readying himself for just a little bit of a stretch.

then, he feels it enter.

it almost immediately widens his ass not even an inch in. it doesn’t feel like just one finger. it feels like two, no, three — around three inches deep, his hole is already spread out. whatever it is, it almost hurts, stretching him so much that his rim tries not to clench. felix resists complaining despite his confusion, instead moaning your name desperately.

“oh, i’m sorry,” he feels your words right against his back. “i got a little too excited.”

he feels gentle sparks across the skin of his back all the way down to his behind. light scratches from your fingernails trace every contour of his lean body, poking every beauty mark, massaging every inch of him until they settle on the sides of his petite waist.

you still in place for a while, kissing the backs of his ears and neck. then, when he least expects it, you push your hips further into his limit. he chokes on a moan, only to whine over and over as you swiftly pull back, only to push your hips until your cock is all the way back inside him.

he can’t see where you connect but he listens to the sinful sounds of skin slapping against skin. he feels his hole ache as it stretches and clenches at your length. weirdly enough, he doesn’t mind being deceived.

— seungmin

he’s far too excited. he doesn’t dread this one bit. seungmin has nothing to worry about except for one thing: it makes him cum too fast.

he won’t admit that though, not even while his dick is up, red, and throbbing harshly as you’re pounding into him. he loves the pace, loves it too much: so much that he begs constantly to go harder and faster.

you tease him sometimes, going slower instead, only to laugh and continue. something about the way you play with him gets him going, feeling less like he has something up his ass. he feels every inch of your cock prodding at his walls and making him feel endless ecstasy. 

and dear god does it make him want to cum.

eventually, his pleasure turns into slight pain as he refrains from cumming, holding his dick — not to pump it, but to deny himself the release. you take notice and ask him if he needs any help, but he doesn’t hear you the first time.

you grab ahold of his handsome short hair to get his attention.

“hey. need a hand or are you gonna hold it in?” you don’t hold his cock, but you hold his wrist. you don’t care that it’s dangerously close to his length. “come on minnie, you’ve come so far.”

he closes his eyes and refuses to act like you’re even there. if he acknowledges it, he’ll explode, so he keeps his cock caged in his palm while your ass fucks him to high heaven. 

seungmin feels his orgasm closing in, the familiar heat building in his core while you ram your length in and out of his ass. his precum leaks on the sheets, making a mess as his petite ass jiggles from your sheer force.

“you won’t cum until i do,” you tease, “i’ll go so deep inside your ass. so deep that you’ll cum so hard.”

and he doesn’t intent to finish early from your words, but unfortunately, he squirts on the sheets when you’ve barely even finished.

— jeongin

drunk on the feeling, jeongin holds onto the wall he’s pinned against. his legs shake like that of a trembling deer, unable to keep himself up from your unforgiving thrusts. he moans endlessly. he clutches onto the rough texture of the wall in pure desperation to ground himself.

“my innie. oh how sweet you look.”

something ignites in jeongin as he enjoys more and more of your cock. you drive your length further into him, ruining him relentlessly as his legs fail to support him. 

his knee gives out slightly, but you catch him just in time before he falls.

“can’t take any more?”

jeongin wordlessly shakes his head yes, but he really means that he still handle the pounding. you know it isn’t a lie, you know he handles you so well in the same way you’re literally holding him up.

not another second passes and you take his hint, holding his waist and arching his body forward so he can hold himself better. he almost becomes pliant in your arms, and you’re still deep inside his ass. the friction and the shifting of your bodies makes him whimper in your hold, feeling all of it inside him. once adjusted, you give him a reassuring pat on his asscheek. 

with the altered position, you can dig deeper into his hole, hitting his sweetest spot over and over. 

the ecstasy worsens as you hit him deeper and deeper, your own sounds of pleasure furthering jeongin into a drunken and dazed out state. 

he holds on for dear life, tearing up, with one hand reaching back for you. you intertwine your fingers between his with a smile. 

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Pretty whiny binnie I need to have him sat on my face and not let him up until he's crying and pulling at my hair so hard he might rip it out I need to listen to him whimper and sob about how he's too sensitive and he can't take anymore before I let go

this is too good so i wrote while stressed out of my mind

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, boypussy

neither of you can contain yourselves. laid down on the bed, you spank changbin’s voluptuous asscheek to signal him over you.

hovering above your face, his pussy’s wetness drips down on your lower lip. he’s embarrassed by this, but it’s cut short when you force his thighs down, burying your face into his pussy.

“what the fuck!” he cries out. his flight response tells him to get off your face, but you prompt him silently with one more smack on his ass to get off on your face.

he whines loudly at that. unable to hold back on his voice, changbin only continues to let out little whimpers and quiet hums of pleasure.

you lick a stripe up from his hole, your tongue laid flat to separate his cunt’s lips, only to end up with a flick of your tongue’s tip on his sensitive bud. his clit stiffens as you swirl the tip of your tongue around it. his wetness spills all over your tongue and lips, sweet yet savory to the taste. he’s an addicting delicacy to you, your precious little changbin.

“so good,” he whines, dragged out like a sparked sigh.

angling your face, you wiggle down so that your lips kiss his shy hole. it tightens closed, his puffy pussy lips seeming to kiss you back, only that you want it open. stubborn, your tongue slips past the entrance to explore him. it doesn’t go far inside but changbin moans, his entire body spiking in jolts of pleasure.

you hum and changbin vibrates along with your voice. he almost loses balance over you, so you prompt him to sit with a third slap on his ass. his plump skin jiggles from the friction, and although hesitant to push his weight on you, his body immediately betrays his mind and obeys you instead.

isn’t he a good boy? or a good girl? you figure that if only you could pull your face out of his cunt to verbalize it, he’d go crazy. alas, he instead traps you with his weight on your face.

changbin gets delirious from the pleasure. without thinking, he closes his strong thighs around your face, humping his leaking cunt all over your head. you’re actually grateful you can still breathe: you sniff and catch whiffs of his cunt’s pleasant scent, a fresh musk that you can’t seem to put your finger on. your sanity can only go as far as his is gone, digging your nose deeper into his pink skin.

it nudges against his clit, hood now pushed back to expose his sensitive bud to you, driving him over the edge.

the sensations of your tongue prodding against his entrance as well as your nose on his cunt makes changbin twitch and cry. he covers his mouth, only to abandon it as a loud whine escapes him. he opts to pull you by your scalp, careful with his pretty pudgy hands yet desperate in his tug. he pulls you deeper into his pussy with every lick of your tongue and every nod of your head.

close to orgasm, he subconsciously pulls back a little, only to yelp at the feeling of your nails digging into the meat of his thighs to try and keep him in place. he gushes out slick, a telltale sign that he was going to cream and squirt all the same, and you grin into his cunt.

you continue to slap his ass and squeeze his hips, lapping at his sweet juices and wiggling your head to tease his clit. it’s so puffy, stiff yet soft, pliant like his own body. changbin’s babbling nonsense: from “i love you” to your name to “it’s so good” to your name again, he’s lost out of his mind, tears streaming down his full cheeks.

your right arm suddenly abandons his hip. you grab ahold of his chest, cupping one full breast, and changbin shivers even more. your thumb presses against the nipple and he moans, drooling, cunt gushing with him.

“i-i’m so—fuck!” changbin whines and squirts all over you.

his juices get on your nose and lips and mouth and tongue, you cheeks covered in slick as your eyes light up with glee. he tastes impossibly heavenly. you’ll never get over the blissful whine that leaves him as he rides out the rest of his orgasm.

he grabs onto your hair and slumps over, almost hitting the headboard until your arm stops him just in time. he cries still, whining that you saved him from a bump to the head.

it makes you laugh, but you forget that your head is still buried in his pussy. the vibration of your giggle overstimulates him slightly and he whimpers.

“no more!” he sobs.

maybe you could do more, actually.

[big-beefis]

changbin squirting

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, boypussy, squirting

release builds and builds in his core. his powerful thighs suddenly become powerless as you stop him from instinctively closing his legs.

licking his chubby and swollen clit, changbin cries under your face and fingers.

he can take it, he swore and still swears by it. with you, there’s no backing down with promises. it’s not about pride but it’s definitely about the pleasure of proving him right and letting him cum.

so, as he clenches around your fingers, his sensitive clit feels tastier throbbing onto your tongue.

“god, oh my god,” he moans. changbin throws an arm to cover his mouth, but your free hand instantly stops him by his elbow.

you lift your lips away from his bud with a pop, the friction of your mouth leaving his pussy making him shiver.

“you’re gonna make me hear your noises as you cum. understood?”

changbin manages to nod with tears in his eyes. he thrusts up his pussy onto your fingers, still inside him, violating his insides. your fingers pull in and out of him wholly, filling him just ever so slightly; you stretch your fingers apart to hit his silky wet walls and push at them, making changbin writhe and whine from pleasure.

he obeys you, letting you know about every single spike and hit of pleasure that you inflict upon him. he moans your name and sobs with whimpers that you could only hear from him. those were the sounds of sin, some that you yourself can’t believe come from a man of his size and build.

“i-i’m close,” his voice falters as his hand now reaches for your wrist. you don’t stop him this time, allowing his desperation to show at least once.

in all fairness, he didn’t have to say it — you feel his climax coming, evident from the twitches of his walls, the wetness flowing onto your digits, and even the puffing up of his pussy lips. you all find it cute, seeing his pink, swollen, and filthily wet pussy bloom like a blossoming flower.

your lips latch onto his clit, tastily sweet, and you circle your tongue around it.

your one free hand snakes up his arm and finds his own hand, intertwining fingers. it’s the only way he could ground himself through an orgasm, and although adorable, you dig your nails into the back of his hand to spark his nervous system even further.

mixtures of pain and pleasure override all of his senses. he throws his head back, rolls his eyes, and even attempts to close his legs at the sides of your face. without a word, you wiggle your face, curl your fingers inside his cunt, and tighten your grip on his hand: all green light signals for him to let go.

changbin climaxes, except he makes a mess larger than he expects.

“fuck! i’m sorry!” his eyes widen as he realizes what his cunt is doing, squirting all over your face with his legs trapping you in.

he can’t seem to control it, bucking up his hips closer to you until your face and hand are dug up onto his pussy. he tries to stop himself, to open his legs and let you breathe: to his surprise, you only keep yourself on his pussy.

you let him cum all over your face. you only pull away for a moment to inhale and look up at him. you smell his flowery sin, ungodly savory, before licking your lips and shoving your lips back down on his clit.

your eyes are dark as you maintain strong contact.

a loud yelp escapes his throat as you continue your business. your fingers curl into his sweet spot but also push right onto the limit of his pussy. it almost threatens his insides, the velvet wetness of his walls only helping you slide further into his cunt.

even at this rate, he doesn’t stop squirting, releasing himself in strong sprays as his shocked body fails to keep up with his own mind and yours.

“i can’t…stop…” changbin’s overstimulation hits him incredibly late, feeling burns and sparks across his entire body.

his nipples perk up, goosebumps pricking all over his skin, sweat rolling down his forehead. his muscles tense and relax rapidly; his tummy jiggles from the full-body shivers. it’s all the result of your doing. you smirk into his clit.

you almost bite it as you smile, forgetting—or intentionally knowing—that he’s so incredibly sensitive. he feels your cunt-eating grin and it makes him sob. he cries on two fronts, from tears flowing down his face all as his cunt squirts more and more onto your face.

it’s all much now but he doesn’t complain. he isn’t sure whether he wants more. he isn’t sure if he wants it to stop. he knows the latter isn’t actually true, because his body only jerks up and pushes closer to you, clenching his cunt so hard that it could trap your fingers. even his thighs jiggle at the sides of your face, threatening to crush you — but god, you’re so incredibly powerful that even his strength doesn’t stop you.

the pace your fingers set, alternating between hitting his sweet spot and limits, is now merciless — the excruciatingly painful pleasure flows through changbin’s nerves as he keeps himself from bursting.

“i’ll…pass…out…” he hiccups and whimpers, eyes focusing on nothing but you, trying to find your eye contact once more.

then, you meet eyes with him again, making him throb and quiver to the point that he creams on your fingers.

changbin starts blabbering nonsense, whining strings of your name, making you laugh: the vibrations don’t help as he continues to cream on you, until finally, he clenches hard and his clit hardens.

he squirts fully again, drenching your face in his cum.

a few moments of him calming down follow. he doesn’t stop clenching with your fingers inside him. your mouth kisses his clit before leaving it. he lets out one more weak squirt before relaxing onto the bed, melted onto your mattress.

he’s still holding your hand. you climb up to rest your head—full of cum, wetness, spit, and sweat—on his tummy. he looks at you with the little strength he has left, and you kiss the knuckles of his hand that you’re holding.

you both smile before laughing, and you know that you need to shower, but it feels too good and warm to leave that very moment.

[big-beefis]

i’m just thinking about fucking binnie with a strap on and overstimulating him like crazy. making him cum over and over until he’s a cute little moaning, drooling mess that can’t think properly. hehe i’m kicking my feet and giggling rn.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEASE my turn when . this is bin’s favorite treatment! he loves to have that cute little hole stuffed full and wants you to use him however you please. as long as your hands are on him and you’re cooing praises at him, bin is happy being edged and overstimulated to your heart’s content. your big boy just wants to be useful! i say all that… but his ulterior motive is that he just loves havin his lil prostate stimulated <3 he’s so so slutty for it! even after he cums it just feels sooo good, those zings of pleasure make his toes curl and his thighs shake. he goes cross-eyed for it!

[big-beefis]

— honey, changbin.

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, dry humping, he’s delirious

the room feels hotter than it is. the friction between his thighs slotted between yours, his palms planted on your own with fingers intertwined, the sweat rolling down your still-clothed bodies; it’s all much. changbin continues to rock his hips closer and closer to your crotch, desperation showering over him.

“my honey,” you say. you kiss him as he moans.

for whatever reason, changbin melts at that term of endearment. he’s your honey, as sweet as can be. he’s a bear and a bee, soft and fuzzy and warm, but you make him feel like a bruin and a wasp under your fiery touch.

you tighten your grasp on his hands, caging his strong yet pudgy fingers in yours. you lean into his ear and whisper quiet moans, teasing him as he desperately ruts harder and harder onto you.

the fabric between your parts and his is incredibly annoying, frustrating changbin to the point that he could rip it all off to love you better — but he doesn’t. he could, but he also can’t, restrained by nothing but his own weakness. he just can’t do any of that when you’re right there.

it’s interesting how you soothe him and drive him crazy at the same time. depriving him of his needs while giving him more for his emotions to feast on. his mind is mush, spiraling in nothing but thoughts of loving you, wanting you, obsessing over you.

before he knows it, he’s drooling into the crook of your neck. it somehow isn’t gross when he looks so out of it, eyes glassy and distant, lips dripping and pouty.

“honey,” you call, the name sliding out of your mouth with a velvety tone. “honey, you’re doing good.”

“want you,” he begs, “need you.”

“my honey has to be patient,” you coo. your sly hands slip out of his fingers and find both his cheek and his hip.

changbin sips a bit of his drool back but your thumb prods his mouth agape. he shivers at your gesture, but it worsens into a full-body jerk when you force him to meet eyes with you. the other hand sinks deep into his body, pain and pleasure pulsing through his thick denim jeans. he’ll never know how you manage to do this.

“please…” he’s whining at this point, eyebrows lifted upwards while his skin flushes under your touch. “i-i need you so bad…been craving you, honey…”

you won’t admit, but you love being his honey too.

unfortunately for him, you’re spicy flavored with a dense texture that he’ll have to fight the combs for.

“what about patience, hmm? can’t you wait to be touched?”

he lets out a whimper akin to that of a panicked bunny. it’s not a good noise, but god, the guilty pleasure of relishing in it overrides your system as you spank his hip and asscheek. seems you’re impatient too, but he catches none of it and whimpers louder instead.

he starts drooling again while nuzzling his face into your palm. his lower body movements start jittering, the slow and whole thrusts turning into impossibly more desperate flicks of his hips up and down. changbin’s cock strains painfully against his pants, the tent of his length only bulging out more and more.

it must hurt, but you don’t stop teasing.

“how about we cum like this? just like this? then i’ll let you touch me?”

he replies immediately with shut eyes, nodding his head down, along with a desperate string of “please, please, please!” and you’ll never forget how his body tenses to the point it almost collapses on you.

quivering yourself, you guide his hips with your hand snaked over his plump ass to keep thrusting against you. you can’t deny how your body reacts as well, rocking your own lower half to match the pace you set. changbin’s head falls to your shoulder, prompting you to hug his upper body by the shoulder blades to support the poor boy.

“oh, honey,” you moan. maybe the pleasure spike leaves you fighting desperation as well, but the shakiness in your voice sends changbin’s mind ablaze.

he starts moaning your name like an uncontrollable barking dog. he growls but also mewls, rutting his crotch so close to yours that he could almost feel your heat under all the thick fabric setting you both apart.

changbin’s eyes are crystals with the way his tears coat them. he pulls his head back to crash his lips against yours in an attempt to mute himself. it doesn’t work as he moans “honey, honey, honey” all into your mouth. the hot breaths give you both goosebumps.

closing in on a climax, you feel him weakening in your arms; you figure to continue thrusting yourself onto him as your legs cage him by the hips again.

your minds are hazy, but his is clouded in a horny fog. he loves you, loves you to the point that you’re the only one he thinks about. you’re his but he is entirely yours. he doesn’t mind being toyed with as long as you were playing with him, but best of all, he loves you because you play fair with him. you always do, and he loves that you love him.

even if the clothes feel so fucking unfair right now.

and changbin’s desperation turns into something worse. he loves you, so much that he wants to get fucked by you. he loves you and he wants to see the most breathtaking body that he’s always loved. he loves you and your name is now a mantra in his head. he loves you and his cock burns so much with need that he could simply throw his shirt away and rip his pants with an unbridled strength, but again, he can’t.

a loud whine escapes his throat as he stills in place, ass clenching as he feels an uncomfortable fire beneath his skin. he’s about to cum, but he’s never literally finished like this, hovering over you, about to dirty his own pants.

but for a split second, you meet eyes, and you look at him so sweetly that he stops holding back.

he finishes while hugging you, only to feel your orgasm wash over him as well.

a beat of silence passes. the only noises that full the air are heavy breaths and panting between you two. the embrace you share is warm, so incredibly warm.

but changbin’s still hard. you’re still energized.

you push him off your body with a strength you never knew you had, rolling him over and pinning him down onto the mattress.

lips smack, hands hold each other again, only to reach desperately for your own shirt until it’s lifted swiftly off your sweating body.

you unbutton his jeans with a single feral snap, sliding his zipper down a split second later.

you’re craving the sweetness. maybe you’re the impatient one.

“good boy. now let me pamper my honey.”

[big-beefis]

♡︎ 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥! ♡︎

characters: sub!big men x nb!dom!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, creampie, slapping, hair pulling, size difference, rough sex, strap/cock traditions, feminization like a lot, mentions of lactating, just dumb big sub men getting fucked stupid<3

notes: thinking with my clit rn… divider by @/reveriesources

big men! who can’t help but feel something swirling in their stomach every time they see little children going around, clinging to their parents, excitedly chattering on and showing their proud work

big men! who can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have your own children. you two have been together for long enough now, he guesses it should be time to bring up the topic of children and raising a family together

big men! who absolutely adore children despite their large physique and threatening appearance. and children love them in return and so are you with children as well. he sees it as an absolute win-win. you both love children and they love you two back. it would only be normal to want a cute family together, right?

big men! who nervously bring up the topic of children one day after a nice homemade dinner. he speaks in stutters and stammers — uncharacteristic as he fiddles with his hands, looking down at his lap. what if you weren’t ready? what if you turn down the idea? what if you don’t even want children to begin with?

big men! who let out a sigh of relief when you reach out, your smaller hands covering their own as you sooth his worries. who smiles in sheer utter joy when you say you want children as well

big men! who later into the night get absolutely wrecked. legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. mind delirious, barely hanging on a thread as his glossy eyes look at nowhere in the room. who can’t help but let out a shriek when you enter him again. big and thick cock hitting his sensitive spots, making him squeal and thrash around on the bed until you pin him down with your weight

big men! who cry and blabber about being too goddamn full. who talk about your cock fucking his insides, rearranging his organs. who deliriously smiles and lets a drunken giggle slip when he feels the small bump in his stomach from the sheer size of your strap and cum mixed together

big men! who drool on the sheets when he can feel you slap his ass. the sting feeling so damn delicious, he couldn’t help but ask for more. to slap his ass and squeeze and fondle his tits until they’re all sore, red and lactating

big men! who lets out a weak pathetic excuse of a whine when you cum deep inside him for the nth time that night, legs spasming from the feeling of your hot seeds painting his walls

big men! who get fucked until their mind breaks, blabbering and slurring about how you were fucking his womb now. how he can feel your tip bruising his cervix and that you’re gonna knock him up

big men! who eagerly push you down, straddling your lap when you mischievously ask him to ride your cock since you’re so damn tired

big men! who rides your strap happily, his own cock repeatedly hitting his stomach as he sinks down on your strap again. the sheer amount of cum dribbling down your shaft, his thighs and making a mess

big men! who place a hand over the small bulge on their stomach. lust hazed smile on their face as they slur out words of getting pregnant. who blabber on and on so cutely about finally starting a family with you. who giggles when he feels you cum inside him again, saying he wants to make sure that his womb gets filled to the brim, wanting to carry your children even though he doesn’t even have a womb

big men! who whine when you try to tap out, too exhausted to continue. but he wants to! he wants to make sure you fuck your cock deep inside him, pushing past his cervix walls and cum inside him over and over till he gets pregnant!

big men! who fucking squirts. weak and limp cock spurting out pathetic excuse of droplets of cum before shooting blanks, pushing his red ass flush against your hips to make sure you don’t pull out. who lets out the loudest fucking scream when your hand gently yanks his hair, pushing his face into the pillow to muffle his noise as you continue to ram your cock inside him

big men! whose moans and whimpers turn so high-pitched, so weak, so girly as his whole body spasms and shakes under you like a weak fawn. who keep daydreaming of a cute domestic life with you and your kids together in his cotton filled brain

big men! who are just fucked dumb. not a single thought or an imagination in their mind as they simply lay there. take, take, take and take until you two finally tap out. you, too exhausted. him, exhausted, with a sore throat, with old and new tear stains on his cheeks, drool slipping down his lips with a shaking body. who passes out after you cum inside him for the nth time

big men! who dream of starting a family with you. the two of you with a cute child or a few more since he was such a big family man. the kids running around, the two of you watching them with a smile as the two of you make dinner together

big men! who wakes up all sore and exhausted the next morning. they’re absolutely drained and even trying to speak hurt

big men! who can finally move around after a while. who place a hand over his stomach before realizing the bulge is gone since you have already did an aftercare together after he passed out. who feel a growing sense of great sadness as their eyes brim with tears and their lips quiver

big men! who shake you awake with a sense of urgency, asking you to hurry and wake up. when you finally do, you’re greeted with the sight if your lover with tears in his eyes

big men! who complain, hiss and even cry as he stammers about not being pregnant. who take your hand in his own, squeezing your hand slightly with a pout on their face, “you should have knocked me up! i wanted a baby with you! did you.. not want a baby?”

big men! who cry crocodile tears when they realize that they can’t get pregnant after you explain it to them. mind still too fucked dumb, brain filled with nothing but statics and cotton. who literally sobs in desperation when he realizes he can’t get knocked up by you

big men! who sniffle as you turn their face to look at you. who finally starts to calm down when you assure him with a smug smile that you will continue to fuck your cum inside him over and over until he finally gets pregnant. isn’t his partner just lovely?

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[big-beefis]

Maybe I’m in a weird mood tn but I can’t get the image of Cheol wanting to eat you out so bad he’s crying out of my head. Like I just know he gets in that intense anxious headspace and cannot handle himself or his own thoughts and they catch up to him so strongly that he doesn’t have another outlet except crying. Wanting something so bad he can’t even verbalize it, just strong tightness in your chest until it explodes. He’s crying before he even knows he is, and falling on the floor with blurry ass eyes too choked up to speak and just trying to nose your legs apart like a dog.

And if you give him what he wants he just cries harder because he doesn’t have to fight it anymore. He’s just dragging his face against your thighs and making them all sticky with tears. If you tease and keep your underwear on he nearly has to give up because it’s all too much!!

idk he’s totally the type of guy to get stuck in loops in his own head until it’s all he can think about and of course he’s gonna need help to fix whatever his problem is. It’s always just a tiny thought about you in the middle of the day, one that flickers by so fast he has to think about exactly what it was in case it was important (it’s about you, of course it is). That’s where the trouble starts. By evening he’s pacing his room, and swallowing around knots in his throat and trying to think of anything else. But what brings him the most comfort and distraction? Exactly who he can’t keep thinking about. So when he finally collapses in front of you it’s just too much and he’s a wreck. But god if being in your arms isn’t so good. a hug after an anxiety attack doesn’t slow your heart but it’s like pouring cold water on your head and it makes everything better. You make everything better.

It’s not just the urges and the overwhelming waves of need that’s making him cry, it’s the relief. Thank god he can bury his head between your thighs and get wherever he needs to to feel ok. Shaky hands finally steady enough to help with what his tongue can’t do. Basically using your crotch as a lifeline, where you’re warm and solid against his cheeks and with something grounding and so real in his mouth. Shuddering breaths in between licks and eventually breathless ‘thank you’s. Completely collapsed against your thigh, cheeks and chin wet with spit and cum and tears, finally managing a sheepish weak smile when you bend down and grab his face with your hands.

It’s 4 am

[big-beefis]

thinking about how there isn't enough on virgin!minho

like things get a little handsy and then you learn how sensitive he is... idk i just love subby whiny min but i haven't seen any inexperienced/virgin minho around :/

Made of Glass

pairing: lee minho x reader

warnings: dom afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned, reader does have a hole but i don't think anything else - besides minho referring to the reader as a goddess once), sub virgin minho, lots of build-up, little bit of a handjob, grinding on his bare dick, penetrative sex ( r receiving, haven't written it in a long time so don't get mad if it's shit😻), fluffy build up (they're in love your honour), he says he hates you a lot (but he doesn't mean it cause we love subby tsundere boys)

word count: erm...about 4.6k

-- MINORS BEGONE --

Minho wasn't ashamed of the fact that he was a virgin.

Untouched and "pure", undirtied by the hands of another some might even say. Specifically you, teasing him with light kisses and gentle touches.

And sure, he'd gotten to 2nd base in a high school relationship and older drunken mishaps but never anything more. Never as so far as to...feel certain things from another person.

Or from himself for that matter.

But no, wasn't ashamed that he was a virgin but he was maybe, perhaps, just a little bit embarrassed.

And he had absolutely zero idea how to breach the topic with you much less approach it.

You, who knew he was a virgin. Always so patient and careful with him.

Obviously, it should be expected that in the heat of the moment you stop when he freezes up or slows when he tenses up. But none of his previous partners had ever treated him so nicely, without getting angry or miffed off after at the very least.

They hadn't kissed his cheeks gently with a smile and conceded into a cuddle after it happened several times. They hadn't wrapped him up in their arms and turned on a movie, or delicately asked to talk about it after the fact.

You did though.

With no questions and no pressuring and no guilt-tripping. No anger.

He loved it. He loved you...as long as that had taken for him to come to terms with, with you and with himself.

He loved you.

And he was ready.

To...to, yeah.

And what better way than to just come out and say it? But that's embarrassing.

"I think I wanna...you know."

"Darling, sorry, can you speak up?" You looked up at him, yawning and setting your phone down on the coffee table.

He flushed and turned away, "um..." and he could feel every ounce of confidence in his body drain out of him like that.

Under your eyes, like this, you so attentive to listen to him. So nice, giving him your whole attention like he was the only thing that mattered.

You patted the couch next to you and he had no choice to sit down, falling into your arms like he was the missing piece to your puzzle.

He was quick to nuzzle his face into your throat, hiding against you. You just made him so nervous. Why did you make him so nervous still? After dating for this long, you shouldn't make him feel this way still.

Fluttery and gooey and nervous.

He'd say he hated it. The way you made his heart flutter...as sappy and love-drunk as that sounded.

He'd say he hated it when your hand cupped his cheek, turning him back to you. But he didn't hate it. Not one bit.

"I love you."

A grin split across your face, lighting up in that way you always did when he said those three words. No matter how many times he's said it, it would still drive you crazy like it was the first.

You giggled and kissed the tip of his nose gently. "Say it again for me darling? Just one more time, please?"

Now you were teasing him. But you couldn't help it. You loved teasing him so much. Loved fluttering kisses over his face and hearing him say those words again and again and again.

You didn't think you could ever get sick of it.

"Fuck you," He groaned but his tone with filled with anything but malice, making you laugh; letting him bury his head into your neck. "Fuck you for being so..."

"So what?" You challenged. "Hmm?"

His voice was muffled against your skin, barely legible, "So...insufferable." But he must like suffering then. "And intolerable." And he must have built up some tolerability, maybe because he was around you so much, indulging in you far too often.

You pulled his body against yours, leaning back to slot his body onto yours.

He was too eager to follow your lead.

To let himself be maneuvered so his hips were pressed against yours and your chest was aligned with his, so softly you moved him, so carefully you treated him.

He could feel your heart beating in time with his, fluttering and quick. He loved the feeling like he loved everything about you.

Fuck you for making him feel like this.

For the butterflies in his stomach. And the flush on his cheeks. And the hard-on between you and him, wishing desperately you wouldn't notice.

But of course you would.

You pulled his face from your neck, hands holding either side of his face, keeping him in place - like he'd want to be anywhere else.

"So I'm insufferable and you're...what?" Your lips pouted and he felt the overwhelming need to kiss them. To kiss you. Hard and fast and the way he needed.

He pretended to think but was only sidetracked by the feeling of your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, tracing his lips and following down to his jawline.

"Mmm, I'm...handsome. And, uh," he let out an embarrassing breathy sigh when you lean in, kissing the corner of his mouth so softly he wouldn't be sure it was there if he hadn't watched you.

"And...?" You prompted, smiling coyly. You knew the effect you had on him.

You peppered kisses over his face, following where you'd touched him with your fingers seconds before. You nipped at his cheek and pulled away before he could properly reply.

"...pretty?" Though the words came out more as a question than anything else. "I mean-"

A giggle escaped your lips, "Hell yeah you are," you brush your nose against his, looking at him in a way so scarily intimate he has to look away first.

"Pretty..." you mutter, sighing. "Y'know, I think I can accept being insufferable and intolerable if you can accept being pretty," you whisper, guiding him back to you with a delicate kiss, finally to his lips. "And handsome," you murmur, smiling against him as he deepens the kiss, hands grasping at the fabric of your shirt.

You pull away with a small teasing smirk, "And beautiful, and gorgeous, and stunnin-mmph!"

His hands fist the fabric, pulling you in before you can continue with your stupid rant. Before you can focus on the way his heart pounds when you add on another praise.

You hum and recede into the motion, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, sloppyily, in the way oddly reminiscent of the way horny teenagers kiss.

In a matter of seconds he's turned the kiss from sweet to something not-so-sweet.

Exactly what he wanted, and maybe he wouldn't even need to suffer through the awkwardness of asking.

Everything he put in was returned by you in the tenfold, one hand moving from his cheek to the nape of his neck, the effects making you laugh against his lips. His form shivering into yours, full-bodied and obvious.

"Sensitive?" You pulled away, with a breath, mouth curling up. "It's okay, it's cute-mmph!"

He crashed his lips against yours again, effectively cutting off your words and your thoughts. Even if you continued to play with the nape of his neck, fingers teasing over the spot. The feeling only made him more and more desperate.

But if he was needy, you were nothing but eager to reply, deepening the kiss like you were trying to consume him whole.

"Darling," you mutter, too soft. "Minnie," you groan, holding him to you gently.

But you were too soft, too gentle.

He wanted more, he wanted you.

Unrestrained, doing what you wanted for once, using him like you wanted. Because he wanted it.

Wanted to not be treated like he was a piece of glass, in danger of breaking every moment. He loved how carefully you treated him but now he wanted to be treated rough, he needed to be treated rough.

But he didn't want to say it.

Slowly, he pressed his hips against yours, shuddering at the fizzle of friction sending sparks through his nerves.

"Minho," you sighed, nails scratching against his scalp making him whine. "Darling," with a particularly harsh nip to his lips, almost hard enough to break the skin - that was what he wanted.

A whimper built up in his throat only to be swallowed down. He wasn't that desperate yet. Even if every one of his movements seemed to argue otherwise, finding a clumsy rhythm in grinding against you, replicating and intensifying those sparks.

Building them up to what he hoped was more.

Even if the motions were clumsy and new. Curious but wanting all the same, the way he moved was raw, exploring and ruining. It made his head spin and everything else go foggy.

You dragged your mouth away from his, tugging his head up by his hair to lick your way down his neck.

A lick and an open-mouthed kiss, making him shudder and shake, heat emanating from the areas you touched and the places you pressed together.

Separated by stupid clothes but not enough to stop him.

He must look pathetic the way he thrusts against you, each discordant grind getting more desperate, more sloppy with the skim of your mouth. With the drag of your tongue down his jaw and pulse-point, heart thrumming beneath your lips. With every shockwave of euphoria that tingles down his spine, with every moan and whisper of his name that leaves your lips.

"Minho," "Minnie," "Baby," "Darling,"

His head is too fuzzy to worry about anything else. To think about the needy noises that leave him, he's sure he sounds lewd, and dirty.

From just dry-humping against you.

But it's not enough. He wants you rough and hard and on top of him. Showing him what to do, telling him what to do. To make him feel good, to make you feel good.

He falters imperceptibly. Should he...?

No, he doesn't want to. He can't. Because how is he supposed to ask you to-

He's caught up in his head but his body works on autopilot, reacting to the sensations that are bringing him closer and closer to cumming in his boxers.

Caught up in his thoughts but not so much so that he forgets about you,

and he certainly doesn't miss anything you say, like the words "Such a fucking good boy," nearly growled into his throat, voice husky and ragged as your teeth scrape down his skin.

Good boy?

He freezes. Heat pools deep inside of him, warm and making him painfully, painfully hard. The words push him nearly to the edge, and he can feel himself on the precipice of-

And then he's being shoved back, hard.

Harder than you meant to, but necessary for what you were about to do.

You pant, as does he, both of you flushed and trying to catch the breath stolen from your lungs.

No, no, not when he was finally getting somewhere, not when finally, finally he was getting what he wanted. Not when you were actually unrestrained and-

"I'm sorry."

His gaze snapped to yours.

"What?"

Your lips were red and parted, he was sure his weren't in much better shape. All he wanted to do was kiss them again, and again, and again.

He wants to hear you call him a good boy again.

"I-I'm sorry," you ran your hand through your hair. "I should've...I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry Minho." This time you were the one looking away.

"The fuck do you mean?" He snaps. It came out a little harsher than intended, he admits. But really, he was sitting here, horny and pent-up and just wanting to get fucked, and here you were, pushing him away and apologizing?

You blink, slowly, surprised.

And here he is, fuming.

Why won't you just fuck him?

"I'm sorry-" would you just stop saying that? His glare shuts you up. "Um," You only looked confused now, a furrow between your brow.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. You watch it.

He wishes you'd just make the first move.

Because now he was going to have to say it. Out loud. To you. Not just mumble some nonsense and hope that you'd pick it up.

"I want you." He said simply, inching closer to you.

You nodded but made no move to continue anything. "Okay..." then a sigh. "I'm going to need you to elaborate just a little, Minho."

The flush across his cheeks spreads, down his neck and over his collarbone. Why did you have to look at him like that? Like he was made of glass or something? Like you cared about him so much it made him melt.

Fuck, he loved you.

"Look at me baby." You gently cup his face, turning him to meet your eyes. "You can tell me."

You definitely knew.

He could see it in your eyes, the worry giving way to a teasing look. Now you just wanted to humiliate him huh?

He hated you.

"Shut up."

You smiled, pulling him into your chest again, laying between your legs. Just like you were before. "Well that's not what good boys say, now is it?"

He pulled his face away, burying it into your shoulder to hide from your eyes. "I don't like you." His voice came out muffled into your shirt.

You only scoff out a laugh. "We both know that's not true darling. You love me." Voice dropping to a whisper, you lean into his ear. "Do I make you nervous baby?"

Someone just kill him now.

Put an end to his misery.

"N-no;" his voice still muffled in the fabric of his your shirt. "you're just-"

"Just what?" You challenge, fingers teasing into his hair, the way you know he likes it. "You're a big boy, you can use your words, can't you?"

He shudders and swears he can hear your smirk. "I...- fuck you."

You tug on his hair, making him face you. You swear he has a eye-contact problem. Or maybe he just gets too nervous looking you in the eye.

Either way, he's too adorable not to coo at.

"I was imagining this the either way around, but whatever rocks your boat~" you purr. "All you have to do is tell me what you want."

His hips jolt against yours, heat filling his body. As soon as he does though, your free hand stills his hips, fingertips teasing under the hem of his shirt while you look at him expectantly.

He wants to hide again, but you hold him in place. Pinning him against you, not letting him look away, not letting him move.

He wants you so bad.

"Touch me..." He mutters, and your hand slides just a bit higher on his abdomen, your thighs squeezing just a bit tighter around his hips.

It's over for him. He knows as soon as your lips turn up just a bit more into a coy smile. "Where?"

When he doesn't reply soon enough you skim your hand up and over his ribcage. Breathing growing heavy as your other leaves his hair, trailing down his neck and over his shoulder, slipping just beneath the collar of his shirt.

"Here?"

Such a simple touch makes him feel hot.

"Or here?"

Slowly, your hand under his shirt makes its path towards his chest.

He gasps lightly when your fingers tweak over his nipple, delighting in the way he quivers, rutting against you. You click your tongue at him. "You know, I really can't do anything to you until you tell me what you really want." Lips ghost over his ear, nipping lightly at the shell. "Too bad, really. I could take such good care of a cute little virgin like you~"

His voice cracks under the weight of your touch; trying to clear his throat while biting back a moan. "I'm not cute-"

You cut him off with a kiss, tentatively, like you hadn't stolen his breath with a kiss only minutes ago. Like you're afraid to break him.

But he wants you to break him.

The kiss is too short for his taste but it effectively cuts off his thought process, making him nearly dumb against you. Not dumb enough to not catch the smile against his skin, "I'm not cute." But he sounds so cute. It only makes the smile widen, turning your attention to trail kisses down his neck, murmuring between each press of your lips.

"Yes you are." Kiss.

And for some reason, he can't argue.

"Remember?" Kiss.

"I'm...what was it?" Smile, kiss, lick.

"Intolerable?" A pause, but only for a second, taking the moment to drag your tongue across his throat.

"And you're cute," Stopping to suck on the spot where his pulse thrums, feeling his heart beat under your lips.

"And pretty..." Kissing, once again, over the pretty mark you've left on his pale skin.

"And beautiful...and stunning...and..." you pull away, looking to see his eyes hooded and pupils blown. "...not getting anything more until you can tell me what exactly you want here."

You pinch his nipple one more time before pulling away, leaving him cold, whining, grinding desperately between your legs.

He's hard enough, you wonder if he would've cum in his pants if you hadn't stopped.

"I..." he starts and you wait patiently for him to continue. If you've learned anything about Minho, it's that he's nothing if not embarrassed to voice his wants. Especially the ones like this.

You remember how he blushed and couldn't stop wringing his hands when you worked him up to ask to kiss you for the first time.

The way he couldn't look you in the eye, focusing anywhere else.

But he knows by now, you're nothing if not a tease, willing to play the long game to get him to tell you what he wants.

Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

He's so hard though, it hurts. And his skin nearly burns with the need to be touched, to feel you on him again. And all he wants to do is let you have your way with him.

Something that won't happen until he tells you.

"Please," he whines. Though he knows it's not enough. He just wants you. "Please?" On him, touching him, teasing him, kissing him, consuming him. "I need it." pressing a sloppy kiss to your collarbones. "Just fuck me, I want you so, so bad." He pants, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt. "Wanted you so bad, for forever now."

God, you can't wait to fuck him.

A grin blooms across your face, one that he can barely process. "Thought you'd never ask baby."

Not before you're pushing him onto his back, onto the soft cushions of the couch, switching your positions before crawling on top of him.

"M' gonna make you see stars baby." You purr, and he can do nothing else but nod dumbly, looking up at you with wide eyes like you're something of a goddess on top of him.

And you will make him see stars. Not yet anyway.

His vision goes hazy though as your hands quickly move to pull his shirt over his head, leaning down to kiss him again.

Deep and hard, filled with promises and care.

You lace your fingers with his against the couch cushions as you kiss down his jaw and down his neck and his chest and-

He gasps when you lick over his nipple, wrapping your lips around one to suck on it lightly.

Your tongue swirls around it, free hand tweaking at the other, making sure not to ignore it.

His cock is so hard, he can feel it throbbing in his sweats. He's sure he's already leaked through his underwear.

He swears he could cum from this alone.

"Don't!" He gasps and you pull away quickly, concern etched across your brow before you see his face clouded with pleasure, mouth hung open to let out breathy moans. "Please don't." He squeezes your hand in his. "I'll cum if you keep doing that."

You melt, filled with the overwhelming need to make him cum by just playing with his nipples. How cute he'd look from having his tits played with.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" You coo.

Maybe another day though. Right now, you'll give him what he wants. What he's wanted for 'forever'.

"Shut up," he scowls though it's quickly wiped away when you pinch his nipple one more time, making him gasp.

Finally, you glance down at his sweats, tenting with his boner. "Well someone's excited for me." Seeing you stare at his crotch makes him excited. His already hard cock twitching in his pants. "You're so sensitive for me, aren't you, Min?"

He hates you so much, covering his face with the back of his arm. The fact that you're only telling the truth makes him want to hide his face into your chest again.

But you're too far away, and too focused on watching his boner through his pants, fascinated by how hard you've made him with so little.

"Please," he whispers, but the way you watch him, eyes full of hunger makes him throb even more.

Somehow, he gets a kick out of you just watching him, softly moaning at his eagerness, as he lets out a hushed whisper, "Please. Please y/n, don't tease me like this. I'm already horny." His legs spread open shamelessly.

"Awe, why? Can you not handle it?" You look up at him, at his blushing face and his needy eyes. You wanna kiss him so bad.

And so you do, getting close to his lips, your warm breath tickling him. Your hand runs over his clothed cock, teasing your nails gently over the head of his dick. His eyes widen as you begin to touch him over the fabric.

But your lips quickly silence him as you kiss him again. He moans into it, the feeling of your hand on his cock, stroking him lightly and your lips on his.

Your tongue pushes through his lips as you stroke him a few more times, squeezing him lightly in a way that has his back arching off the bed, pushing into your hand even more.

Panting, you pull back a little. "Such a good boy for me, Minnie." Before you're pinning his hips to the couch and looking at him one more time for conformation.

Then you pull his sweats and boxers down in one swift movement.

And then he does see stars as you slide yourself over his hips, grinding against his bare cock.

He thinks he tells you he loves you, that he worships you, that he adores you more than anyone on this planet. He thinks his hand squeezes yours so hard that you bring it to your lips, kissing his hand and telling him to relax. He thinks you grind against him slow and gingerly, watching to see his reactions.

Like he'd ever tell you to stop.

He'd rather die.

Shoot him in the head if he ever tell you to stop, because it sure as hell isn't him.

Again, he thinks. But he isn't sure. He isn't sure of anything really right now.

His head is a mess of sensations and feelings, whines pouring from his mouth until you kiss him again and again and again.

Whispering that he's a good boy.

He's going to cum, he's going to cum.

Stars explode behind his eyes as they roll back and he isn't even inside of you yet.

And then you stop.

And he thinks tears might be rolling down his cheeks. He needs you, he needs you so fucking bad.

"Please, please, please." He pants, trying to roll his hips up against you, failing to find any contact as you sit back on your haunches, just out of his reach. "Need you," he gasps. "Need you so bad!"

You push sweaty hair out of his face, kissing the back of his hand one more time before you pull away entirely. He whimpers and you coo. "Be patient baby, just need to do something."

He watches blearily as you pull off your shorts and tries to calm his racing heart and heavy breaths as you roll a condom over his length.

"One more minute baby," you hush as you kiss him. "Are you ready?"

He nods desperately, of course he is. He's waiting for this for so long. He's wanted you for so long. He's going to go insane if you don't-

He gasps.

You groan as you slide down his length, slowly burying him inside of you until he bottoms out.

If he though grinding was intense, this was like nothing he could've ever imagined. His mouth gapes open, an endless stream of whiney moans and needy whimpers flooding into the room, feeding into you as you lift up and sink onto his again, groans of your own mixing with his.

He can't think anymore - he doesn't want to. He only wants to fall into the feeling of your walls squeezing around his dick, warm and wet as you ride him and the feeling of your hand once again finding his.

Whispering into his ear that you love him so much as you turn his head into mush

"I…I can-" Minho tries his best to talk, to tell you how good he feels. He really does, but whenever the thought comes to mind, it just gets cut off with the liquid heat coursing through his veins.

By the intense feeling of everything that is you.

He's an idiot for not asking you to fuck him sooner.

"Yeah, baby?" You chuckle breathlessly when he fails to complete his sentence. "You feel yourself inside?" You bring your interlaced fingers to your lower abdomen, "You feel it?"

All he can do is respond with a loud sob as he nods his head to your question, hips bucking up into you, desperate to chase the high quickly approaching ever since you've touched him.

He's not going to last much longer.

"You fit so well inside me," you murmur.

He's going to cum. Of this, he's sure.

"Please!' He hiccups, but he's not sure what he's pleading for. "P-please!" For more? For less? For something - anything to stave off the inevitable, he doesn't want this to end. He doesn't want it to ever end.

You kiss his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw. You flutter kisses over his face, so softly compared to how you're fucking him into the couch so roughly.

"I love you, Minho."

"I love you so much!" He pants and squeezes your hand, his other grabbing onto the nape of your neck as he shoves your lips against his.

He's fucking beautiful, you think. Cute and pretty and beautiful, under you, falling apart.

It's the most gorgeous sight you've ever seen, and he's whining your own name against you lips, pleading between sloppy kisses for you to let him cum, to let him cum for you. 

You show your approval with a collision of lips and teeth and tongue as he tips over the edge and you follow suit. He sobs as he cums, shivering violently as waves of pleasure roll over his body, his back lifting into an arch, pushing himself deep into you with a followed whine.

Each moan and whine are muffled by your tongue pushing into his mouth but his hips still grind as he pushes himself into overstimulation, whining until you have mind enough to still his hips.

For a moment, the two of you are silent, chests heaving, both catching your breath as you pull away, looking at him.

"Minho?" His eyes are shut and his cheeks are painted red. "You okay baby?"

He murmurs something you don't catch, but you don't tease as you push the hair out of his face, sweat-soaked and tired, kissing his forehead once.

You make a move to get up off of him but he only wraps his arms around you, holding you in place. "Don't leave," he whispers, looking up at you with tired eyes. "Just stay, please. For a little bit?"

His sleepy eyes make your heart skip a beat. "Who are you and where's my Minho?" You tease softly, but give in nonetheless.

"Fuck you." But his tone is with filled with anything but malice, as he nuzzles into you like a happy cat.

"I just did." You giggle.

"I love you so much." He mutters, kissing your shoulder. "I love you so fucking much."

"And I love you too."

a/n: I did it ^-^, who's proud of me!! also haven't written reader being penetrated in a looooong time, so if it's shit, oh well :p

pls leave feedback, i need motivation to finish my other teaser fics😭

[big-beefis]

(cowboy!mingi, 1k words, anal (male receiving) on the pool table, marking (male receiving), little bit of sweetness at the end)

Mingi looks absolutely gorgeous like this. 

Splayed out over the pool table, you fuck him to his heart’s content. Bare from the waist down, he didn’t wait to shrug off the rest of his clothes before spreading his legs for you. His vest is undone, and his long coat is fanned out over the expanse of the table, the sleeve fringe splayed out over the blue felt. His hands are up by his head in a show of surrender and submission, his hat askew and casting a shadow over half his face. Holding him by his slender waist, you roll your hips and drive your strap deeper inside him, rewarded with a deep moan of delight.

The unobscured audacity he exudes in the wanted posters plastered all over the walls is a far cry from the man begging beneath you right now. The smirk scrawled over the wrinkled parchments shows a man capable of the carnage that litters the bar, of shedding the copious shell casings scattered all over the floor. You move his hat and are faced with an expression of blissful debauchery, spotlighted by the lamps beaming down on him. His open vest bares him to the wash of verdant fluorescence that deepens the red marks you left all over his neck and chest. Golden bullets are exchanged for golden overhead light that augments the image of indulgent ecstasy before you. The world fawns over the cocky outlaw, the one who can mow down an entire room without breaking a sweat, who can charm an entire crowd with a single shadowed glance. But you know that this, this display of desire and deference, is when he’s the most alluring, and it’s a sight he only lets you enjoy.

“Mmph, please, deeper…” His voice trails off as he begs, his legs winding around your waist to pull you in closer. You give him what he wants, pressing in so deep the tip of your strap massages that bundle of nerves deep inside of him. Aside from the grasp his legs have on your waist, he lays pliantly beneath you, taking everything you give him oh so well. Clipped whines of bliss emanate from between his pretty lips, little words of “please” and mindless musings of “feels so good, don’t stop”. His soft whimpers and begs are almost lost in the harsh, rhythmic creaking of the pool table, but you’re honed into the sound of his voice. 

His sharp eyes focus on yours, hazy and dark with need, as he rasps, “Please, want you to make me cum.”

Pool balls ricochet against the edge of the table in a raucous clatter as you pick up the pace, grabbing his waist tighter. You roll your hips with every thrust, letting the tip drag over his sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that sets him aflame with pleasure. His body shifts back and forth across the blue cloth and he lets you jostle him, arching his hips up to feel you more. His huge cock bobs with every thrust, sticky precum seeping from the tip. A clear strand connects the tip to his clenching abdomen, and without a second thought you reach down and sweep your thumb over the head, licking your thumb and humming as the taste of him settles on your tongue. As always, he’s sweeter than anyone would expect. 

His entire body trembles at this, his voice climbing up half an octave as he pleads with you to, “Do that again, please.”

Nodding, you rub your thumb over the head of his cock, swirling in circles that have his hips gyrating to chase the sensation. Shamelessly, he arches up off the table, rocking his hips and letting his eyes slide shut to take in the overwhelming pleasure. Moans are traded in for soft sobs as his pleasure begins to mount, too overwhelmed to say anything else. And he doesn’t have to. Leaning down, you whisper in his ear, assuring him that all he has to do is let go. 

“Let me hear you baby.” Is your only demand, “There’s no one else here but us. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

And let go he does. He stiffens before full body tremors overtake him, orgasm flowing through him in powerful waves. Warm cum spills over your fingers in thick rivulets, his cock pulsing against your hand with every wave of release. He tries to scream your name, tries to say something, anything coherent, but all that comes out is a wordless cry that shatters like the glass he shot.  

You see a hint of tears at the corner of his eyes as he comes down, and you’re quick to kiss them away. As he falls back to earth from his high, you’re there to catch him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in close. The warmth of your lips on his face ground him, his shaky breaths slowly becoming more steady. You trail your lips down, pressing soft kisses along the trail of marks you left, the subtle soreness bringing him back from the brink. You smile as you feel him fully relax against you, finally letting himself touch you too. 

You’ll get him cleaned up in a second. Right now, he just needs you here, and he tells you that by winding his arms around your neck and kissing you. You softly kiss him back, letting him lay back on the pool table for as long as he needs. You know his legs will tremble and give out if he tries to walk now, thanks to the way you pounded into him. No, instead you let the outlaw have all the time he needs to be vulnerable, all the time he doesn’t get to have when he’s fighting for his life or maintaining his façade. You provide him the solace he so desperately needs, the space to let go and just feel for a little while. 

Lucky for you, a while seems to last a lifetime when you lay in each other’s arms. 

[big-beefis]

Hey! Can you do something filthy with perv!Jisung? Love your writing btw~~~

Friend of a Friend | Han Jisung

Pairing: perv!sub!Jisung x camgirl!fem!Reader

Genre: Cam Girl AU, Smut

Synopsis: Jisung knows he can never have you for himself, leading him to extinguish his dirty fantasies about you with a rising cam girl who shares an uncanny resemblance to you.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, sub!Jisung x dom!Reader, pillow fucking, ruined orgasm, mutual masterbastion, livestreaming, dildo sucking and fucking (f. receiving), name calling (mommy, kitty), name calling (good boy, baby, Hanji), epic cumshot

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Idk if this is filthy enough, but I definitely felt filthy writing it :)

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“So, when are you going to tell her?” Hyunjin asked, casually sipping his drink and settling on Jisung’s couch. As he shifted his body to make himself more comfortable, Hyunjin stared at Jisung’s stone cold features with piercing eyes, nonverbally pressuring him for an answer.

Jisung, sitting on the opposite side of the couch with his legs thrown over Hyunjin’s lap, shifted his eyes away from his phone to glance at Hyunjin’s fierce gaze. He didn’t need context to understand what Hyunjin was referencing to, but that didn’t stop him from trying to play dumb. Jisung scratched his head, indicating his feigned innocence, “Tell who what?”

Hyunjin smacked Jisung’s knee in annoyance, “Tell Y/N you like her.”

For a long moment, the two sat in silence as they both pondered the answer to the question. Jisung pursed his lips, staring blankly at his phone screen as he racked his brain for a good excuse to defend himself against Hyunjin’s accusations; however, no matter how much he tried, the best answer he could muster was, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Hyunjin hummed sarcastically and rolled his eyes before bending toward him to sneak a side eye at Jisung’s phone screen, “Why are you stalking her instagram then?”

Jisung’s eyes widened, exiting the app and holding his phone close to his chest as if Hyunjin were to snatch it away; however, both knew that action was ineffective as Hyunjin had the power to overtake him and that he’d already figured out Jisung’s feelings for you. Eventually, Jisung ceased his struggles and slumped back into his original position, only this time helplessly staring holes into his ceiling. With a big sigh, Jisung confessed seriously, “Don’t tell her.”

“I’m not going to tell her,” Hyunjin scoffed, not feeling particularly empathetic towards Jisung’s emotional tantrum. He took another swing of his drink, knowing that he’d need a bit more buzz to continue this conversation without wanting to pull his hair out, “Because, you’re going to tell her on your own.”

Jisung physically cringed, imagining the million ways that that scenario could go wrong, “No way, absolutely not.”

Hyunjin raised a brow, challenging Jisung, “She’ll find out eventually, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jisung shook his head, not believing Hyunjin’s claim, “If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, then how would she ever figure out that I like her?”

Hyunjin smirked, “Because, you make it so obvious.”

“I do!?” Jisung sat up in panic, nearly grabbing Hyunjin by the shoulders and shaking him for an answer, “How? What gave it away? When did you figure it out? Does Y/N know? What do—”

Hyunjin shushed Jisung by shoving the glass lips of the soju bottle into Jisung’s rambling mouth. Once Jisung forced himself to calm down with two quick gulps, Hyunjin explained, “Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure it out. You’re pretty obvious that you like her.”

“But, I barely have the courage to talk to her,” Jisung reasoned, “She probably thinks I’m a mute loser or something.”

Hyunjin shook his head at Jisung’s logic, “She doesn’t think you’re a mute loser. She’s just oblivious, that's all. But you can’t blame her when all you’ve done is shoot heart eyes at her from afar and laugh extra loud at her lame jokes.”

Hyunjin’s comment was only met with a blank gaze and silence which both quickly irked him because of the lack of an answer. He growled in annoyance, “What, Jisung?”

Jisung pouted, “Her jokes aren’t lame.”

“Oh my God,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “Only simps say that, you know that right?”

Jisung creased his brows, “I’m not a simp.”

Silence filled the air before Hyunjin stood up, adjusting his clothes, “Right, I’m going to head out now before I lose all my brain cells from talking to you.”

Jisung barely had time to register Hyunjin’s departure until he was already halfway out the front door, causing him to stumble off his couch to catch up with Hyunjin, “Wait, you’re leaving already!? We haven’t even finished talking yet.”

“Do you want to keep talking about your little crush on Y/N?”

Jisung zipped his lips before sending Hyunjin a cheeky smile, “Stay safe! Text me when you get home!���

Hyunjin walked away perfectly fine like he hadn’t been drinking for the past three hours with him. Once out of sight, Jisung returned to his apartment and began cleaning up the tipped over empty bottles of soju scattered over his living room table.

“I don’t care what he says, I’m not a simp,” Jisung mumbled to himself as he trashed the bottles. One by one he transferred them from the table and into the trash bin until his flushed reflection captured on the green tint of the soju bottle caught his eye, “Or am I?”

“No, no, I’m not,” Jisung sighed a breath of relief as he found a washcloth to wipe down the sticky table, “But, Hyunjin caught me stalking her instagram.”

“Well, it’s not like she knows I’m lurking on her feed. I haven’t even liked any of her past posts,” Jisung wiped the table and rearranged the couch pillows, “I just can’t help it. She’s just so beautiful.”

Jisung returned the washcloth to the kitchen before heading to his bathroom to prepare for bed, “And, she’s kind.”

He changed into comfier clothes, “And, she’s pretty.”

“And, nice,” He squirted a glob of toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, “And, sexy. And — oh my god, I am a simp.”

Groaning, Jisung belly flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the soft sheets. He closed his eyes, exhaling heavily as he attempted to succumb to the peace that sleep offered. Although knowing that going to bed this early was utterly useless given his extreme sleep schedule, Jisung continued to lay there in silence and darkness. But there were definite consequences to his actions which landed him to begin daydreaming about you out of boredom, making up whatever scenario he desired.

At first, it started off innocently as Jisung thought about what life would be like as your boyfriend, thinking about how lucky he would be to simply hold your hand while on a date or kissing your cheeks and snuggling close to you before whispering goodnight. He relinquished himself in the comfort of you being in his arms, basking in the delight of your peacefully sleeping face as the first thing he’d see in the early mornings. He wondered what it’d be like to see your surprised smile as he showed up unannounced just to give you your favorite drink. Jisung would just about do anything to be the reason why you smiled.

The more he thought about being your one and only painted a wide, delirious smile on his face; however, reality hit him like an ice cold bucket of water when he curled his arms in theory to hug you but was only met with thin air and feelings of loneliness. He opened his eyes, looking at the bare spot next to him and wishing you occupied that space. ‘

Feeling defeated, he pushed himself to properly position himself at the head of the bed and used the second pillow to cuddle, imagining it was you instead. Shoving his face into the pillow, he sighed in contempt, continuing his make-believe life with you and feeling somewhat better having something to hold in his arms. A pillow could never replace you, but it would have to suffice for Jisung’s yearning heart for now.

When he closed his eyes, images of your heartthrob smile bloomed along with your contagious laughter. Giddy with excitement, Jisung snuggled closer into the pillow, pressing himself firmly into the cotton mass which happened to accidentally brush against his groin. The sensation was not at all arousing, yet the images of you contorted into something much more erotic.

Jisung scrunched his brows and bit his lips, debating if this was something he could get off to. On one hand, it wouldn't be the first time Jisung masterbated to the thought of you, craving for your legs to be wrapped around him or your gasps of pleasure emit with every thrust into you. Just that thought alone had him bucking his hips into the pillow using the plushness of it to feel something, anything at this point. But that's exactly what sent a wave of guilt and embarrassment through him, realizing that he'd never been so desperate for you to the point he seeked intimate comfort from a pillow.

His fantasies with you slowly started to dissipate as he reasoned how wrong it was to fuck his pillow, yet when he separated himself from the pillow, the imprint of his hard on was enough to convince him otherwise, "It's not like anyone's going to know."

With newfound confidence, Jisung shamelessly rid himself of his clothes, leaning to rest his back against the headboard. Dick in hand, Jisung began to rub himself, envisioning that it were your hands wrapped around him instead. Normally, Jisung was one for quickies, always finding the fastest method to cum; however, when it came to you, Jisung couldn't help but voluntarily tease and edge himself. Staying true to this philosophy, Jisung switched from regularly jerking his fully hardened cock to adding hints of teasing squeezes along his shaft before teasing his tip.

"Fuck, Y/N, just like that," Jisung swiped the tip of his tongue over his dried lips as his body harshly twitched. He continued this cycle for a few more minutes before his crave for release begged him to change his rhythm. Obeying his subconscious, Jisung swiftly flipped himself over, using one hand to fold the pillow and pin it on the mattress. With the other hand, Jisung guided his pulsating cock into the folds of the pillow and drove himself fully with a careful, experimental thrust.

Jisung cringed, underestimating the roughness of the fabric. But the desperation for release was stronger than his disdain for the material, causing him to rhythmically rut into the folds. Like finding a diamond in the rough, Jisung quickly discovered that the faster he thrusted, the less he cared about the unfamiliar feeling.

Visualizing your legs spread wide underneath him, Jisung began to work up a sweat as he pounded harsher. For a brief moment, he felt himself get a little closer towards his much needed release until the overwhelming feeling of dryness paired with the rough fabric killed whatever inkling of pleasure was present.

"No, no, no, please," Jisung mumbled in desperation as he sloppily rutted his hips forward. Like a starved man, Jisung did everything in his power to overtake the pillow's hindrance. In his defense, Jisung was so close to winning, but his desperation washed out his blurry view of you underneath him. No matter how hard he tried, Jisung couldn't bring you back; therefore, indefinitely killing his mood and causing both his body and dick to fall limp in disappointment of a robbed release.

"Damn it," Jisung threw the dirtied pillow somewhere across his room. It was useless for sleeping now anyways and apparently more so for fucking.

Once softened, Jisung redressed himself, heading straight under the covers to hide from the world and let sleep silence his embarrassing thoughts of self judgment. As usual, the lull of slumber snuffed the scattering voices in his head, offering a momentary period of peace. Yet, this blissful silence didn’t last long as his notifications slowly coerced him back to consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, Jisung knew he barely got much sleep, inferring the time to be somewhere around the early morning hours based on the shadow casted room and the muffled ambiance of the city’s nightlife. He closed his eyes, dismissing whatever notification popped up on his phone to be irrelevant, yet no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, it seemed like sleep didn’t want him.

With a groan, Jisung rolled over to retrieve his phone, wincing at the harsh blue radiance that nearly blinded him. Once unlocked, Jisung half-heartedly read the message.

[MangoKitty01 is going live! Join me for a special celebration you wouldn’t want to miss ;) ]

Launching himself from the comfort of his bed, Jisung scrambled towards his desk, opening his laptop, and settling himself up to watch your live stream. All thoughts about his ruined orgasm immediately vanished as he hungrily took in your racy attire, sweeping his eyes over the lace bralette peeking underneath your unbuttoned, white office shirt paired with a tight mini skirt and garter strapped thigh high stockings. If imagining you wasn’t the answer to getting him off then at least your cam girl look-a-like could.

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As usual, you sat on your usual desk chair with your body on full display, having only your face concealed off camera. While waiting for more members to join, you occupied yourself by changing the lights to a soft purple hue, a signature color associated with every livestream.

“Hello, my lovelies. Long time, no see. Did you miss me?” You used your leg to swing side to side, making sure every angle of your body could be seen. Instantly your chat was flooded with pressing questions, wondering what you’ve been up to during your extended absence.

Although no one could see you, you still pouted, “I’m sorry, I’ve been gone for so long. Life’s been a little busy, but I’m here now.”

You casually chatted with some comments you managed to read before they disappeared with the rest of the heavy spamming. Once there were enough members that joined, you finally began your show, “Welcome, everyone. I hope you all had a good evening. I’m sure you’re wondering why I suddenly went live, right?”

You smiled to yourself from seeing the plethora of needy beggars in the chat, “Now, now, you’ll have to be more patient than that. I’ve got a special announcement.”

You took the chance to roll up your sleeves before rubbing your hands together in anticipation, “Thanks to your support, I’ve hit 1,000 members!”

“So, in celebration of this monumental milestone, I’ve uploaded an exclusive video available for all members,” You announced, clapping for emphasis, “Meanwhile, I will be awarding my top patron a private one-on-one session.”

You laughed out loud, watching the mixed reactions of your viewers express their disappointment and outrage. Once you recovered, you tsked teasingly, “It’s only fair that I repay the person that’s paid me the most, don’t you think? Don’t worry, my lovelies, you’ll hear from me soon.”

“And, to my lovely patron J.one, I’ll be in touch with you shortly. I hope you see you soon,” You switched off your livestream and moved towards a separate server, making sure to send J.one a private invite beforehand. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before his icon popped up online.

You sat up from your slouched posture, positioning your elbows on the edge of your desk and resting your chin upon your interlocked fingers. Lucky for you, J.one was confident enough to keep his camera on, setting the angle similar to yours and mainly capturing the top of his thighs and torso.

You clicked your tongue, happy to see your highest patron be a fit young man instead of an older, creepy counterpart, “Do you know why you’re here?”

J.one shivered upon hearing your extra sultry voice. He coughed, shifting in his seat and consequently flashing his tented pants, “Because you hit 1,000 members?”

“And?” You drawed out seductively, letting one hand down to tap your nails on the surface of your desk in anticipation.

J.one gulped, stuttering, “And…are we going to, you know, do that?”

You chuckled, baffled by his shyness, never expecting that your biggest patron would be this docile towards you. But you brushed off the thought, absolutely loving his timidness, “No, I don’t know. What is it that you think we’re going to do?”

“Um, will we,” He paused, “Will we be getting off? Together? At the same time?”

Again, you cooed at his hesitance, deciding to tease him a bit more, “Is that what you want?”

You heard his clothes shuffle to what you assumed as a head nod, causing you to zoom your camera out just so it captured your ruby painted lips, “If you’re not going to use words, I can’t understand what you want since I can’t see you.”

J.one hummed in acknowledgement, “Right, sorry about that.”

You quickly dismissed his apology, deciding that it was time to get straight to the point, “As my most loyal member, you’ve always gone out of your way to support me, so I wanted to support you as a way to show my gratitude. So, before we begin, what is your biggest fantasy?”

“My biggest fantasy is her,” J.one confessed without a second of hesitation, “She’s the only one I ever think about.”

“Who is she?” You questioned, very curious about this mystery woman. Whoever this model bodied man liked was undoubtedly a very lucky woman.

J.one took a deep breath, “She’s a friend of a friend. Someone that I’ve known for a while, but never been able to confess to.”

You tilted your head, suddenly intrigued by his narrative, “And, why is that?”

“She doesn’t know that I like her, and I don’t think she likes me,” J.one sighed, “So, I’m stuck with fantasizing about her from afar.”

You hummed sympathetically, “What brought you to me?”

J.one laughed, “Because, you look like her. Well, at least your body does. Whenever I watch you, you always remind me of her.”

“Is that what you want?” You began to pop off some buttons, slowly revealing more of your lace bra, “Do you want me to be her?”

J.one took that as the signal to reach his hand over and start palming himself, “Please. I want you to make me cum, only me and no one else.”

“Only since you asked so nicely,” You smirked, completely shrugging off your shirt and revealing your bra clad torso, “Should I call you J.one or would you like me to call you something else?”

“Can you—” J.one inhaled deeply from the sight of your boobs as well as the straps hugging your waist that peaked beneath your tight skirt, “Can you call me Hanji, please?”

You froze upon hearing that nickname, eyes widening and lips parting. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, essentially stunning you speechless. Suddenly, your mouth felt dry, causing you to lick your lips, “Hanji? Why Hanji?”

“That’s what she calls me,” He groaned, too caught up in touching himself to register your shock, “She’s the only one that calls me that.”

You squinted at your screen. And, that’s when it hit you, precisely the moment you put the pieces together and finally noticed the iconic Supreme lemon T-shirt. This man was Han Jisung, MangoKitty01’s biggest patron, requesting for you to pretend to be your normal, everyday self. Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, you internally laughed, finding the fates to be having a field day with MangoKitty01 and Y/N to be the same person without Jisung even knowing.

Any normal person in your situation would've freaked out, quite possibly revealing themselves in the process, yet you definitely weren't normal as you unwillingly wanted to cease this rare interaction. So, being the mischievous minx you credited yourself to manifest, you stood up as you began to sway your hips seductively while teasingly unzipping your skirt.

"Of course, anything for you Hanji," The nickname rolled off your tongue almost too naturally, "Tell me. What is it that you want to do to me?"

Jisung remained silent, fully absorbing your strip tease. Unzipping your skirt, you slid the tight material past the garters hugging your thighs and kicked them off with your feet. You picked at the elastic of your lace panty, pulling it to slap against your skin before sitting back to spread your legs. After taking a moment to admire the view, Jisung finally responded, "You've got it wrong. I want you to be in charge, not me. Use me, corrupt me, make me cry -- I don't care what you do as long as you're doing me. I'll be a good boy, promise."

For the first time ever in a private session, you shivered with delight. It wasn’t unusual that your viewers delighted themselves with the opportunity to control you in every aspect, yet Jisung’s dedication to be your submissive was a much welcomed change of pace. You used the tips of two fingers to rub along your clothed slit before sneaking them beneath your panty line and spreading your slickness, "Be a good boy then, Hanji. Start touching yourself. I want to see all of you and hear all of you, don't even think about holding back."

Just like he promised, Jisung obediently complied, hastily pushing down his pants and wrapping his palm around himself. You moaned at the sight of him, thankful that you no longer had to infer what he looked like underneath the fabric, "Take your shirt off too."

You salivated at the sight of his toned chest and curvaceous biceps. With every pump of his hand, his arm flexed in response, showing off the results of his latest workout. No longer being able to wait, you quickly discarded your bra, sticking out your tongue as you used your other hand to toy with your hardened nipples, “What do you think? Am I up to your expectations, my dear Hanji?”

Jisung ceased his full shaft pumps to tease his tip, nearly flinching from the overwhelming sensation, “Much, much better. Please, keep going.”

Keeping one hand focused on rubbing your clit, you took your hand away from your nipples and reached over for your clear dildo. You teased Jisung, showing off the size and length with a few rotations near the camera before bringing it close to your mouth to lick a long stripe on its underside. You licked it once, twice, barely sucking in the head of the dildo before spitting on it and sliding it fully along your tongue and throat.

From his fogged vision, Jisung tensed as he admired the outline of the dildo imprinted behind your cheeks. Additionally, Jisung missed the moment you’d taken off your panty, leaving you completely bare with only the garters and your finger filled cunt. Jisung quickly lost grip of reality as he groaned loudly, "Fuck, Y/N."

Subconsciously, you began to match his pace, inserting your slick fingers deeper into your leaking entrance with every jerk of his wrist. The very sight of him was enough to turn you on, yet the feeling intensified as you caught him accidentally moaning your real name underneath his breath over and over again. You couldn’t tell whether he did it on purpose or whether he genuinely thought you couldn’t hear him over your dildo sucking or pussy squelching. Nonetheless, you found yourself caring less as you hummed with your lips still wrapped around the dildo.

Pulling the dildo out of your mouth with a crisp pop, you swirled your tongue to coat your lips with spit, letting some drip out to your chest. You took out your fingers, scooping your essence to coat the dildo before licking your hand clean. You repositioned yourself, lining up the dildo at your clenching entrance, “You ready to watch me get filled up? Are you going to wait to cum with mommy or are you going to be a naughty boy and selfishly chase after your own orgasm?”

Jisung paused, letting the fire he’d been building up momentarily die out, “No, no, no, I’m a good boy. I’ll always be your good boy. I’ll wait for mommy. Please, I just need to see you filled. Please, please, plea—”

You hushed him, engulfing your tight walls around the dildo. You threw your head back with a moan, “Keep going, Hanji, Let’s finish together, baby.”

Like before, you matched your pace with Jisung’s, fucking yourself faster than before as Jisung increased his pace. On the screen, you watched as Jisung’s movements became sloppier, hips now thrusting his hardened dick into his hand. The blue light emitting from his laptop illuminated his sweat coated chest, highlighting his abs beautifully. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly whimpering from the rough pace.

From your whimpers, Jisung’s moans increased in pitch, signaling that he was close to release, “You ready, baby?”

Jisung hissed through gritted teeth, “Fuck yes. Please, mommy let me cum. Please, I need you.”

“Then cum for me. Cum for mommy, Hanji. Let me see you,” You gasped, sheathing the dildo fully inside you as you watched the sticky, white substance shoot from Jisung’s tip. Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around the dildo as you watched his cum drip from his belly button towards the base of his dick, leaving a deliciously glittering trail in its wake.

Jisung let out a deep breath, throwing his head back to rest. Oblivious, Jisung slouched too far, perfectly revealing his chocolate chip dotted on his plump cheeks to further confirm his identity, “That was amazing, wow. Thank you, Kitty.”

Still naked, you slipped the dildo out of you and reached over to shut the camera off and end the feed.

“No. I should be the one thanking you,” You smirked, “For telling me how you really feel.”

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- masterlist -

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[big-beefis]

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS

pairings: camboy vernon x gn!reader

warnings: bi!vernon, reader is only a subscriber (they never meet), masturbating, anal, no anatomy nor pronouns e used for reader other than the fact that reader is a subscriber. Reader is very wealthy, your username is “amani_67” only bc apparently Amani means wishes and desires.

nsfw under the cut!

Vernon is just curious.

A very, very curious boy. With a deep, dark, desire to be watched.

He’ll do anything for money, or that’s what people think. In reality, he’ll do anything so people can watch him get fucked. So people can watch him pathetically thrust a dildo into his ass, or so they can see him whine as he slides the fleshlight up n’ down his cock.

To him, the money is just a plus.

And to you, his fistful subscriber, you have such an unforeseen (borderline obsession) with touching Vernon.

You never dm him privately. And when you do, it’s a large amount of money that Vernon never gets from any of his other subscribers. You send him that, and tell him small short commands.

“Use flesh light”

“Finger yourself for the camera”

“Use dildo”

$300 for every breath he took, he thought. You paid him so much, just to see him be so nasty. Vernon loved every part of it.

You’ve always been so curious about the boy who touches himself on screen, always wanting to touch him yourself. His moans were sweet and quiet, groans even quieter. He wasn’t too loud, or too quiet. That was your fav part abt him.

That’s why you’d pay however much it took to see him become broken with his own fingers.

He was always so quiet. What was loud was the way his breath would quicken, the way you could hear his chair squeak when he’d start to buck his hips into his hand. The wet noises that’d emit from his cock being coated with his own cum were loud.

When he’d touch himself in other areas, fingering him self and having the camera to the side so everyone can see how naughty he’s being. Sure, he was quiet, but his actions were so loud on what he really wanted everyone to see so badly.

He wanted someone to come and have him, he wanted someone to degrade him, n he sure loved when people would send him private DMs with large amounts of money just to see him ride a dildo, or use a flesh light and thrust into it.

He was a big pervert. So when you finally sent…

$3,200?!

He stared at his laptop in shock. What were you gonna ask him? Maybe this time you’d be more verbal.

“Send pic of ur face. Tell me if you want more money for you to show it.”

He choked on his own saliva. Were you serious? He was curious though.

“$6,500 and I’ll show my face.”

And there it was, in bold. A payment of $6,500 to his bank account.

“Is this guy fucking insane?” He scoffed, as he looked disgusted— though that was his way of saying he really liked something. Like a good boy, he searched in his camera roll for a good photo of him. Why was he so desperate to please you?

Why did he want to look good for you? Has he gone mad? Whatever. When he clicked send, he knew he fucked up.

“So pretty. How about you touch yourself for me? I’ll send you 4k this time if you moan out my name.”

What the fuck?!

But, he complied. Setting his camera up, another ding.

“Oh, and keep your face in the camera.”

He was really insane now. But seeing the $4,500 transferred into his account… was he really insane? He started off with a teasing tone.

“This is for you..” he started, and then he first palmed himself through his pants, but something felt strange.. like he wanted to suck on something.

Unzipping his pants, he didn’t bother with fingering himself as he slid in the dildo. Plunging it in and out, he couldn’t hide how much pleasure he was getting.

It wasn’t just from the dildo, what did you feel like? You were some fucking filthy rich person, and he didn’t even know what you were for gods sake. How big were you? If you had a dick, that is.

He sucked on his fingers, the view so erotic, especially because he had to look into the camera this time; he could see just how nasty he was.

He drove himself mad, continuing to writhe and moan. Sweat formed on his forehead, the slick noises from his ass filling up the mic.

“Ugh.. ah..!” He kept going, pushing past his limit, moving his hands from his mouth onto his dick, bucking his hips into it.

“Amani.. Amani…” is all he could blabber out, before white coated his pretty bed sheets. He turned off the camera, pressing send, dildo still in his ass.

“Good boy. Maybe I’ll have to meet up with you, yeah?” *sent; $700*

[big-beefis]

https://www.tumblr.com/applepeye/730560392597815297/ugh-big-men-who-are-bigger-than-their-partners

…mm…mingyu…

anon...ANON!?

omgg this...this is so mingyu that i almost started barking.

Big Mingyu just loves being bigger than you. Such a big man, so big he can take anything you give him! He promises! 

Begging on his knees for you to use the large dildo he bought while thinking of you. He doesn't even see your concerns for him as reasonable because you know how easy mingyu is to stretch, how easy it is to fill him up till you see the large dildo he bought bulge just a tiny bit under his soft muscled tummy.

Your big puppy has no thoughts in his head as he bounces on your cock. Pretty pink lingerie gown making him an angel to your eyes. Poor baby is working so hard that the thin straps of his gown slip down but he doesn't care. Babbling about needing you to cum in him, filling him up till he gets pregnant. Cute moans in between his begging for you to breed him because that's all he wants, your big puppy wants your cum so bad. :( And “Wouldn't I look so pretty?” He questions genuinely and of course, he would.

(when you do cum in him and go to pull out he whines, telling you to push the cum back in. big mingyu just needs to stay filled up, getting sulky if even one drop is wasted. He rolls over giving you a pretty smile as he lifts his nightgown leaving you to admire his sweaty skin and his messy lower stomach from his orgasm. Soft giggles escape him, mind still hazy. “Told you I could take it.” he's gonna be the death of you.)

(sub!mingyu nation, strap up! we're rising! 🪖‼️)