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[mournlily]

OH 🤭🤭🤭🤭 MYYYYY 😮‍💨😮‍💨 GOD 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫣🫣🫣

Michael Robinavitch Lactation Kink + NSFW gif (under the cut) 🫶🏼

It wasn’t often that you woke up before your children on a day off. Between the fucked up sleep schedules and odd night shifts that Robby would take so he could spend the day helping with the kids, you and your husband were desperate for a second of extra rest. Usually your newborn was screaming through the baby monitor, or the tiny pitter patter of feet trailed into your room followed by your seven-year-old daughter and two-year-old son tackling you and Robby.

But not this morning.

The house was still so quiet, oddly so, but just like in the emergency department, you didn’t dare utter the word or even think it too loud.

Robby laid beside you, the comforter up to his neck, nestled into the pillow. He was out cold from waking up in the middle of the night to give your baby girl a bottle and sing her back to sleep. He looked so handsome, hair tossed in all directions, the gray slowly streaking more and more of it. The glow of dawn crept through the curtains, and you could see the gorgeous profile of his nose outlined by the light.

Just when you were about to make a move to snuggle closer, you felt a strong discomfort in your chest. Your breasts were full and ready to be pumped empty, but doing so would require you to get out of bed, make noise, and possibly ruin this incredibly peaceful morning.

So you opted for your human pumping machine. Your husband loved to drain you with his mouth any chance he got. Ever since your oldest daughter was born, Robby was hooked on suck you dry, letting you bounce on his cock, fucking you into a euphoric oxytocin high.

You started pressing kisses across his broad shoulders, slowly up his neck. Robby’s breathing fell out of its steady rhythm, and his throat muscles shifted when your lips massaged them. He let out a drowsy hum, turning his head slightly in your direction, eyes still shut.

“Mornin’, kid.” He mumbled.

You smiled against his skin, carefully throwing one thigh over his hips to straddle him, squishing your body against his.

“Want some breakfast?” You asked sweetly, moving your lips to his beard, kissing the roughness.

Robby instinctively brought his hands to your hips, dragging them across his morning wood concealed by boxers. “Whatcha thinkin? Want me to cook some bacon and eggs?” He asked.

You sighed in playful thought before moving further up his body until your chest hung above his eyes, still closed.

“I’ve got something sweeter.” You teased.

Before Robby could respond, he opened his eyes, only to be met with your engorged breasts. You lowered yourself just enough so that one of your aching nipples drug slowly against the sharp outline of his nose. He let out a guttural moan, gripping your hips tighter.

“Really?” He asked, dark brown eyes shining with excitement.

You squeezed your breast a bit to stimulate the let-down reflex, tiny pearls of milk beginning to bead at your nipple. His mouth watered at the sight.

“Yeah. Figured you could use some creamer before your coffee.” You giggled.

Robby’s mouth latched onto your bud with haste, suckling quickly to coax your let-down reflex. Muscle memory led your hips back over his, pulling your cotton panties to the side to sink on his cock that he pulled out of his boxers. He rocked you gently against him, the gentle tug of his lips on your breast amplifying the pleasure.

The pins and needles sensation from the let-down overwhelmed your chest and stormed through your body, but the oxytocin rush soon relieved your senses. Robby let out a growl when the constant stream of milk trickled onto his tongue, swallowing every last drop. His calloused fingers played with your other nipple, tugging and massaging, until it sprayed his bare chest with your cream.

The feeding session ended with an orgasm from each of you. Robby was milk drunk, and you were still high from the oxytocin rush. Within minutes of your sweet releases, the baby monitor shrilled with the cries of your baby girl.

Robby sighed, but a smile still graced his lips. “Want me to get her?” He asked, carding his fingers through your hair.

You hummed and shook your head. “No, I’ll get her. How about you get working on those eggs and bacon you mentioned?”

He chuckled and climbed out of bed, hoisting his boxers back over his hips. He grabbed the towel hanging on the bathroom door and wiped away the excess milk on his chest and arms. “Think I’ll even make pancakes.” He suggested.

You quirked a smile and propped your head on a hand. “Pancakes? You’re in a good mood.”

Robby dressed himself in gray sweatpants and his old Pitt Med t-shirt before leaning down to kiss you. “Started the day off pretty good, don’t ya think?”

[zoro-sremedy]

Sukunas part in i think i wanna marry you, holy shit 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i thought getos was intimate and toe curling but sukunas almost made me cry, im so serious. Jeez, to be loved like that....

I love an evil man, a monster, a beast even falling in love. Its the idea of having someone love you EVEN if they’re the worst of the worst! The devotion, the yearning the “idc if you’re evil as long as you love me” and the “i could be the worst of the worst but never to you”

In my silly little brain i truly believe Sukuna would love that someone with every fiber of his cursed body and it would be wicked, twisted even, but it would feel soooo real….. i got carried away! i might or might not have some works about sukuna’s evil little wife 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

You can see i love this trope so bad dhakuwjwhwiwjw

[frederikvesti]

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[jessthebaker]

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Now I’M buzzing from this masterpiece!

kiss my ass, cowboy

lot lizard!Tommy Miller x truck driver!f!reader

summary: a simple rest for the night at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere turned out to be a pleasant experience warnings: PWP and nothing else; pussy eating; a whiff of ass eating; dirty talk; sex for money; no y/n or reader description wc: 2,3k (what the fuuuuck it was supposed to be a blurb) read on ao3

"You know, I can do much more to your ass than just kissing it."

A smarmy male voice from behind you made you turn around sharply, almost losing your balance. You forgot that you were choosing a drink from the vending machine in an attempt to wet your whistle after seven hours of driving without stopping.

Being a female trucker wasn't easy, but you weren't trying to stick to the beaten path. All your life you'd been told what girls should and shouldn't do, and all your life you'd done the opposite. 

Becoming a trucker was at first something of a challenge to yourself and society, and then it became an all-consuming passion that you wouldn't trade for anything. Nothing in your life attracted you more than the road, coffee from small roadside cafes, and the stunned faces of men. And every time you proved to the whole world that you were not just on par, but better than most, the little girl inside you, the one that was forbidden to cut her hair short and wear torn jeans, rejoiced.

“Excuse me?”

The man in front of you was indecently handsome for someone you’d met in the parking lot of a half-forgotten gas station in the middle of nowhere. The curls of his black hair glistened slightly, betraying its softness, and his white T-shirt hugged his thick upper body seductively. He was broad-shouldered, and stood approximately 6 feet tall. It's been a long time since you've met someone so attractive. 

The stranger grinned, pointing somewhere at your ass-level with a lit cigarette pinched between two fingers. You remembered the cheeky phrase—KISS MY ASS, COWBOY—embroidered on your back pocket, the one that originally caught your attention in the second-rate secondhand.

“Oh, that! Gosh, yeah, that’s a…” You weren't sure what to say. The man was damn handsome, and with your schedule and a bit of a workaholic lifestyle, you couldn't remember when anything but your fingers were next to your pussy.

“Name’s Tommy,” he held out his hand and you returned the handshake, but before releasing you, he brought your fingers to his lips and left a cigarette-smelling kiss on your knuckles. “And I mean it. It's unlikely that a beautiful woman like you suffers from a lack of boyfriends, but this whole truck life is quite fickle and stressful. You can't take chances, need to make every minute count.” He came closer to you and you let him, catching the scent of citrus Old Spice, which you yourself used. “I can promise you that I won’t waste your time. For a fair price. If you know what I mean.” Tommy didn't take his eyes off you, and you felt a fire burning inside you and spreading flames across your chest and cheeks.

“Oh,” You knew what he was. Immediately, his presence in the back alley of a truck stop without any visual evidence of having a truck made a lot of sense. You'd heard fellow truckers call them lot lizards, but you'd never met a man who was one. Well, if women could succeed somewhere that was historically considered a male field, you thought… To your own surprise, his suggestion only made you more excited. He looked clean, and his confident stance was clearly an indicator that he was a professional at what he did. 

You checked your watch, 3 a.m. You had about 6 hours before you had to get back on the road. After quickly weighing the pros and cons, you decided that you could sacrifice an hour in favor of an orgasm handed to you by the man opposite you. Besides, you always slept better after you came.

“How much?”

As if stunned by how quickly you agreed, he choked on the cigarette smoke, but quickly recovered.

“Oral’s 40$, a fuck is 80$, anything extra discussed separately, gorgeous. But there’s a lot of things I’d let you do for free,” he winked at you and now it was your turn to smirk.

“You say that to everyone?”

“No, only to the ones with pretty asses like yours.”

You nodded and plucked the unfinished cigarette from his hand, bringing it to your mouth and wrapping your lips around it. You looked him up and down, slower, this time. You knew how it looked, like you were assessing the goods, like you were deciding if he was worth the money and it made your skin crawl for a second. From the way Tommy just stood there he didn’t seem to care as much as you did.

“Is this your first time or something?”

“What? No, I’m not a virgin.”

“I mean, is it your first time with a sex worker?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You did another inhale of the smoke, it burned your lungs, distracting you. “‘s that so obvious?”

“Do you want me to say yes or no?” You both laughed at that. Tommy took a step forward, forcing you to press your back against the humming vending machine. His muscular arm rested on the metall wall to the left of your face, and the faint smell of his sweat hit your nose. Your tongue quickly moistened your lips with saliva, as if you were a lizard. Tommy tilted his head, moving closer to your face like he was going to kiss you. The heat of his body in contrast to the icy wall of the metal machine with drinks gave you goosebumps. “We can pretend that you and I were sitting next to each other at tables in this shithole,” he nodded at the flickering neon sign that belonged to a diner. “And that we were brought together by our common perplexity as to where they got such damn good coffee.” 

His free hand travelled from your elbow up to your shoulder and then down again as he continued to tell the story of the way you haven’t met. “I sat down next to you, we talked about music for a long time, I complimented your eyes, as if I wasn't staring at your ass while you were choosing a piece of pie at the bar. And then I told you that I had rented the last room in the motel and suggested that you see the view from the window. How about that?”

You nodded stupidly, his story played out in your head like a movie, and you liked where it was going. Carefully, you put your palm on his chest, his heart was beating soothingly calmly, while yours was fluttering like a fish that jumped out of an aquarium onto the carpet of your childhood bedroom.

“Do we… Do we go back to my truck, or?” You got a glimpse of men a couple of times right after or before the action, they dragged girls of completely different ages and appearances into their cabins, most often laughing contentedly. But you couldn't imagine you would be comfortable, especially with what you were going to “buy."

“Well, I actually do have a room in that shitty motel, if you’d like.”

You nodded and Tommy took your hand in his, gently pulling you in the right direction.

You didn't get much of a look at his modest room, it was almost completely immersed in darkness. As easily as if he had night vision, Tommy led you to the bed without tripping or hitting any furniture. 

Playfully, he pushed you onto the bed, and the mattress creaked miserably under your weight.

“So, pretty woman,” you snorted at his words, the irony of the reference not lost on you. “What should I do to make you happy tonight?”

“Anything 50$ bucks can buy me.” You could always go and grab more cash from the truck, but that would feel weird so you just rolled with what you had on you.

You heard Tommy smack his lips, as if he couldn't wait to get started and you couldn't help but laugh. “You're laughing now, pretty girl,” he whispered, and you felt his fingers on the fly of your jeans. He easily stripped you of your pants and panties, leaving you wearing only a thin T-shirt that somehow resembled his own.

Your loud yelp shook the room as he yanked you by the ankles and pulled you to him, your legs dangling from the edge of the bed, and your pussy was level with the face of the kneeling man.

His loud intake of breath and delighted moan moistened your pussy with arousal, already anticipating the pleasure to come.

“Fuck,” he groaned and spread your thighs to accommodate the broadness of his shoulders, “can’t wait to taste that pretty pussy.”

However, instead of diving into you face first and devouring your most intimate place, he began to lay a path of wet kisses from your knees to the outer lips of your pussy, without going further, turning you on more and more. 

Sweat accumulated in thick drops on your temples and neck and you began to squirm, trying to put your needy pussy under his hot lips.

“Impatient, are we?” He purred into your skin, and bit the place he had just kissed, pulling a moan from the depths of your body. “It’s okay, I'm impatient, too.”

Having said that, he spread your labia, slippery with arousal, with the soft pads of his perfectly manicured thumbs and pressed his lips to your clit. Your back arched, but as if anticipating this, Tommy put one of his big palms on your lower abdomen and pressed, pinning you to the bed.

His hot tongue explored the folds of your pussy, surrendering his all to your pleasure with puppy devotion. Tommy moaned into your pussy as if he had tasted something so delicious for the first time, and the vibrations of his moans became a siren song for your orgasm.

You didn't think that anyone in the entire history of your sex life had eaten your pussy so well. His movements were not chaotic or abrupt, his tense tongue drew perfect tight circles around your buzzing bud, diving lower from time to time and breaching your dripping hole. You were close to pouring your orgasm on his tongue, you felt it. But suddenly Tommy stopped, and grabbed your thighs to the accompaniment of your displeased moans.

“Shhh, I know, I know, you’re so close,” he didn’t sound sorry at all, just smug, “could feel your little pussy thrumming under my tongue, so responsive. But I want to throw something in, on the house,” he chuckled and placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh before throwing your legs over his shoulders and moving impossibly closer to your spit and arousal-covered pussy.

When his hands spread your asscheeks and his tongue ran a long, wet strip from your puckered asshole to your clit, you thought you'd passed out for a second.

“Fuck, that pretty asshole is as tasty as your pussy, how’s that possible?” If you saw him licking his own lips with pleasure, you would definitely die from an overabundance of need. “Gotta be the one paying to lick someone as sweet as you.” He was talking into your pussy and you couldn't resist grabbing his soft hair, pulling a little harder than planned and forcing him to return all his attention to your begging pussy.

“I like ‘em a little bossy,” Tommy hummed, giving kitten licks to your asshole and almost pushing his tongue inside, making you tense. “Makes it so much better when they whimper.”

He hungrily returned to your clit, french kissing it, caressing it with practiced movements of his tongue until you could only whine and grip the sheets as hard as you did his hair. Your long-awaited orgasm still took you by surprise with its force, your head snapped to the side and you wanted to bite into something when Tommy pushed his thick middle finger inside you, abusing your pleasure spot with a gentle hither motion until you stopped shaking. 

When you came to your senses, he was lying on his side next to you, watching your breathing even out.

 “I don’t think I remember how to walk.” You said, staring at the ceiling, where the headlights of passing cars danced. Tommy smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the dark. Slowly, he ran his fingertips over your forearm, and hummed, as if thinking something over.

“I don’t usually do this, but you can stay the night, if you don’t mind cramming in my bed together.”

“Never heard anything more tempting,” you mumbled back gratefully, a long day and a hard orgasm already pushing you into a dreamless sleep.

You woke up at first light, feeling more rested than ever. Tommy was lightly snoring next to you, still wearing the same tight white T-shirt, but he'd kicked off his jeans and was clad in black boxers. His hair had been disheveled overnight, curly strands scattered across the pillow and his face. 

In a burst of unexpected tenderness, you leaned over to him and brushed a stray curl from his face. It was dotted with freckles, and you thought again how handsome he was.

You sat in bed with him for a while longer, letting your body slowly wake up, and then you got up and began to pull on your jeans, trying not to make too much noise. You took a slightly crumpled fifty out of your back pocket and put it on the bedside table, hoping that Tommy would find it when he woke up.

You were already at the door, ready to sneak out of the small room that served as Tommy's home, but his sleepy voice stopped you. You turned around, seeing that he didn't open his eyes but hugged the pillow you were sleeping on to his face, muffling his barely legible words with it.

“If you pass Texas, stop at Flying J in Brookshire. And say hi to Joel from Tommy.”

You frowned, confused—was he just talking in his sleep?— but decided to ask him anyway. “How am I supposed to know who Joel is?”

“Oh, you’ll know. We look kinda alike.”

Guess now you had to make a stop in Texas.

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[resvarie]

caught starin at the supposed herald of andraste

[sainz100]

x

[darlingpeasant]

Pen’s hands >> Colin’s neck

[sunkissedlouis]

backstage chats - untold festival 08.08.24

[hazstur]

little tos photo dump

[slayedpoet]

[sainz100]

Fernando & Lance at the Boss Flagship Shanghai store launch

with bonus Nando under the cut just chilling

[darlingpeasant]

*Just this little moment*

[sunkissedlouis]

MEO Marés Vivas Festival 07.21.24

[wasabi-gumdrop]

working on some character designs for neon glory 🤭

[baekhyunsbestie]

──★ DROWN ˙🍓 ̟ !!

baekhyun's lips x f!reader ―୨୧⋆ ˚ for these two nonnies: (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) + ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ty for the idea babies! 18+/MDNI┆wc: 2.5k+

just thinking of baekhyun’s lips and how they’d send you into a frenzy every time. those lips that curl into a playful smirk before pressing against yours, as if they were sculpted to fit perfectly with your own. they part with a teasing swipe of his tongue, coaxing you open and tasting every gasp and moan as he deepens the kiss, consuming you completely until you’re breathless and pliant in his arms. 

he’d love to trace his lips across your skin, moving down your neck and marking their path with each soft graze, igniting your body with fire as they travel lower, ensuring you feel every touch. they meet yours with a gentle yet commanding presence—soft and inviting, yet undeniably masculine. while his personality is often sweet and fluffy, the moment your lips touch, a shift occurs; he asserts himself, wrestling your lips in a way that makes it blatantly clear who wears the pants in your relationship.

and you absolutely adore it. you simply can’t get enough. you crave those moments when he takes control, when he guides the kiss with a mixture of tenderness and dominance that leaves you breathless. you can’t get enough of his confident energy, the way he makes you feel cherished and desired all at once. it’s nothing short of addicting.

but those same lips? they’re just as devastating in an argument. you’ve seen them press into a thin, tense line when he’s upset, his gaze hardening as his jaw clenches, as if trying to hold back words he knows might cut too deep. his lips part, but instead of the playful teasing you’re used to, it’s frustration spilling out, sharp but not cruel. yet, even in the middle of an argument, they’ll soften slightly when he looks at you, like he’s silently reminding you that no matter how upset he is, it’s still you. always you. and after the cyclone of words and emotions fades, those lips will find their way back to you, kissing away whatever tension lingered, slow and apologetic, as if to say, loving you will always matter more than any fight.

then there’s the way baekhyun looks when he smiles. his genuine smile, the one that’s reserved just for you. it’s the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, lighting them up with warmth as his lips curve into that perfect, heart-melting grin. it’s a silent reassurance that, no matter what, you’re his person. 

his lips part slightly as he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin making the hairs at the back of your neck to stand on end. his gaze softens, melting into something more heartfelt as he looks into your eyes. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs something sweet—words that flutter like butterflies in your chest. “you know i’d choose you every time, right?”

when he notices the blush creeping across your cheeks, a shy vulnerability breaking through, the corners of his mouth lift into a soft, playful smile. it’s a gentle curve that reveals just a hint of his teeth, a detail that sends your heart racing. his lips glisten subtly in the light, capturing your attention and drawing you closer, as if they’re silently inviting you to bridge the distance between you.

oh, and baekhyun knows exactly what his lips do to you. he’s seen the way your eyes flick down to them every time he speaks, how your breath hitches the moment they ghost over your skin, barely touching yet sending a shiver down your spine. he’s not subtle about it either—not in the slightest.

the moment he senses any tension between you, any hint of irritation or that flicker of frustration in your eyes, he tilts his head, his innocent smile playing on his lips as if he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on you. he bites down on his bottom lip, knowing exactly what it does to you. leaning in closer, he murmurs a playful ‘sorry’ against your neck, his warm breath sending tingles down your spine as his lips brush against your skin just enough to make you gasp.

and when you finally cave—because of course, you will—he’ll smirk, all smug and playful, knowing full well that you never stood a chance. “there’s my angel,” he’ll whisper, pressing those teasing lips to yours, soft and sweet at first, before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you hanging. he thrives on the way your eyes darken with want, loves making you chase him for more, because he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

but oh, when he gives in, when he lets those lips do their worst, it’s game over. you’re lost in the softness, in the way they claim yours, tugging and teasing until your mind is nothing but a haze of him. and baekhyun? he’s all too pleased with himself, because he knows his lips are your weakness, and he’ll never stop using them against you, just to watch you fall apart in his hands.

and godddd, those lips are a weapon. one minute, they’re whispering filthy promises in your ear, low and hoarse, driving you fucking wild with anticipation, making your knees weak with every obscene detail of what he plans to do to you. the next, they’re quirking in amusement when he sees the effect they have on you—how swollen and red your lips are from biting them to keep from crying out his name. he loves that. loves watching you struggle to maintain some sense of control while his lips are busy unraveling every ounce of it, tearing your self control apart bit by bit.

when he smiles that mischievous smile, it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. his lips, so soft and rich, are a perfect mix of gentleness and raw hunger. they alternate between teasing grazes that make you crave more and deep, possessive kisses that leave you dizzy, breathless, and so utterly consumed by him. the way they tug at your skin, sucking lightly before biting down just enough to make you lose your mind. he knows exactly how to unravel you with just his mouth—how to strip away every defense you have and leave you trembling beneath him, utterly wrecked by the intensity of those lips.

you’ve kissed them countless times, but somehow, each time feels like the first. every kiss sends shockwaves through your body, lighting a fire that only he can extinguish. and when his lips whisper your name—calling you his pretty angel—in that thick, heated silence, barely audible but enough to make your heart race, it’s like a match being struck—the start of something inevitable, a promise of what’s to come.

baekhyun's lips, so supple and pink, feel like velvet against your skin, a perfect mix of tenderness and possessiveness in every touch. those plush, full lips trail along your neck, leaving a warmth that spreads through your entire body. he starts gentle, teasing, letting his mouth linger just long enough for you to feel the heat, before he presses down a little harder, sucking lightly on the delicate skin.

you can feel his breath hitch as his lips form around a patch of skin, pulling it into his mouth, and then the sensation deepens—a little sharper, a little more urgent as his teeth graze your neck. he leaves behind a mark, a small love bite, flushed and sensitive. his lips move lower, repeating the action, giving you little bursts of pleasure and pain, like he’s branding you, leaving his mark all over your body, one kiss at a time.

his lips would quirk into a knowing smile as he pulls away to admire his work—those little bruises he’s so proud of, dotting your skin like a trail of memories from him. his mouth hovers near your ear, whispering, “y’look so good with my marks on ya,” and the way he says it, so soft and possessive, sends a shiver down your spine. he loves knowing that wherever you go, his presence lingers, those love bites a reminder that you’re his, and his lips? they're always ready to leave another.

and when he comes home from a long day of schedules, fatigued and craving nothing but to drift into sleep in the comfort of your arms. but the moment his gaze lands on you, sprawled comfortably in your shared bed, everything changes. you're draped in his white button-up shirt, the soft fabric cascading down your frame, just a touch oversized, the hem teasingly brushing against your thighs. beneath it, you wear his favorite lingerie—delicate lace that hugs your curves perfectly.

that sight sets something off within him. transforming his playful, bubbly demeanor into something intensely primal. the air thickens with anticipation, almost electric. his eyes darken with a hunger that sends a thrill through you. in contrast, you smile up at him sweetly, pretending you have no idea what’s coming. he stands at the foot of your bed, shedding his clothes in a fluid motion as his gaze lingers on you, devouring every inch of your form. his lips part slightly, a teasing smirk curling at the corners as he drags his tongue slowly across them, savoring the anticipation of feasting on you. in that moment, you find yourself relishing the intensity of his gaze, feeling as if he’s about to devour you like a man starved. the thrill sends heat pooling in your core, and you revel in it, fully aware that soon enough, you’ll be screaming and begging him for mercy.

baekhyun’s lips would feel perfect against your skin, but when they’re pressed to your core, they transform into something entirely otherworldly—something that makes you forget everything else. every kiss down your body feels like a promise, building that unbearable anticipation until finally, when his mouth reaches between your thighs, you’re completely undone. “just breathe for me, angel,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers through you. “i’ve got you.”

his lips, warm and insistent, tease you at first—light brushes against your most sensitive spot, making you squirm with need, every nerve in your body igniting. “y’like that, don’t ya?” he taunts softly, his voice low and sultry. he knows exactly what he’s doing, barely giving you what you crave, savoring the way you whimper and arch into him, desperate for more. it’s infuriating, how he draws it out, but you’re hopelessly addicted—addicted to the way his lips feel against you, each kiss sending shockwaves through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

and it’s not just you. baekhyun is just as hooked, his lips never able to stay away for long. he’s obsessed with the way you taste, the way your body reacts to him, as if he needs you as much as you need him. “always so sweet f’me,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out to swirl around your clit before he pulls it into his mouth, sucking lightly. the sensation makes your vision blur, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. he loves it—the way you fall apart from just a few touches, the way you lose all control the second he puts his mouth on you.

“tell me what ya’want, angel,” he encourages, eyes gleaming with mischief. but he’s not done—no. he presses harder, lips and tongue working in perfect sync as he devours you, more demanding now, like he’s on a mission to make you come completely undone. each flick of his tongue and every deep, lazy suck has you stumbling on the edge, helpless under his touch, until you’re nothing but a trembling mess. 

“please, baekhyun,” you gasp, your voice shaky with desperation. “i-i need—”

he’d drag it out, loving how you gasp and writhe beneath him, the sight of you clutching the bed sheets for dear life making his dick twitch with anticipation. “just a little longer,” the teasing smirk playing on his lips never leaving as he watches you squirm. “wanna hear ya scream loud f’me.”

when he finally pushes you over the edge, it’s overwhelming—pleasure crashing through you as his lips bring you to a blinding orgasm. “b-baekhyun!” you cry out, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer, and he doesn’t stop—not until you’re completely spent, trembling and breathless beneath him, desperately pushing his head away. but that only tightens his grip on your thighs, and his lips seal around your sensitive clit, his hot tongue pressing harder. spiraling you into yet another intoxicating wave of ecstasy.

and when he finally pulls away, his lips are swollen and glistening with your slick trickling down his chin. and he looks up at you with that satisfied smirk, knowing exactly what he just did to you. “you made such a mess,” he teases, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your thigh. he’d look up at you as his lips would curve ever so slightly, hinting at a satisfied smirk that makes your heart race, a playful promise lingering in the air. you catch a glimpse of his tongue sliding out to taste the lingering traces of you on his lips, and it sends another wave of desire crashing over you. 

his lips? they’re your greatest addiction, and baekhyun knows it. he’ll use it to his advantage every. single. time.

and it's the way his lips look when it’s his turn to cum, a mix of ecstasy and breathless whispers that spill out as he praises you, “fffuck—oh god, my angel. my beautiful girl. you’re so perfect. always so, so good to me.” the way his lips twitch—still parted, still panting, flushed from the intensity of it all—makes them just perfect.

baekhyun’s lips are perfect for kissing, for ruining you, and for reminding you exactly who you belong to. his lips slightly swollen, sweet evidence to your influence—completely and utterly because of you and your body. a swell of pride blooms in your chest, knowing that you’re the only one who gets to witness him like this. each shallow breath he takes sends a rush of warmth coursing through your veins, a reminder of the raw pleasure you just shared. every time feels just as good, just as exhilarating, if not more so, than the last.

he’d lean closer, his eyes catch yours, sparkling with mischief and that familiar intensity that always makes your stomach flutter. "you okay, angel?" he breathes, voice low and raspy. you nod, breathless, but all the while you’re thinking about how those lips have the power to ruin you completely.

“good,” he replies, his voice a soft growl, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. the way he leans in, closing the distance between you. his lips hover just above yours, teasingly close, the air between you electric with anticipation. you can feel the heat radiating from him, can see the way his mouth twitches in a way that sends your pulse racing, reminding you that he’s not done with you yet.

those lips, baekhyun’s lips, are your ultimate weakness, and oh, does he know it. they’ll be the death of you—but god, what a way to fucking go.

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