#Lingerie hhhhhhh

[weepingcanines]

18+ MINORS DNI

I never reposted the spicy after it got shadowbanned sooooo let's goooo spicy Lobo

[shinayashipper]

fem!rivalshipping got me...... oh.....

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Hellooo!! Could you please do a hc about what will Levi do/reacts when GN!MC, the sweetest person on Devildom and has a calm aura, is a dom when Levi and GN!MC do the deed? Thank youu!

Ohohohoho~

Ooohoohoohoohoo~

No genitals specified, gender-neutral, racially ambiguous

There you were

Sweet as could be when you came to the Devildom

Vibes that could calm even Satan during one of his fits

When Levi became close to you it was over for him

God damnit he's a simp! Not that you would know, normie >:(

All of his fits of jealousy met with kindness and understanding, all of his insecurities reassured

Gentle touches, soft caresses, sweet words whispered just for him

You honestly boost his self-esteem a lot

What Levi didn't expect from his sweet MC was for them to be an absolute dom

When y'all started dating and getting intimate Levi thought that he should take the reigns because of how laid back you were but when you pushed him against his own door and grabbed his collar he could have sworn his knees would give out at any moment

"Good boy," you would hum when he got on his knees

Yes! Levi will be your good boy! Grab his hair while he pleasure you with his mouth and guide him

TBH he wants you to suffocate him when he gives you oral

Levi is a sucker for humping your leg while you ignore him and focus on your work

There's just something so hot about his sweet MC treating him like trash under their boot then turning around and kissing all over his face

Another position you guys do often is him laying in your arms while you rub your hand up and down his cock, whispering praise into his ear

"Look how pretty your cock is, Levi," you'd whisper between laying kisses up his neck, "you're already so hard from just some heavy petting. How cute~"

The whimpers this man makes hhhhhhh

He'll cover his mouth with his wrist trying to hold back the whines and moans

Oh boy, you weren't having any of that! You want, no, NEED to hear your pretty boy screaming and whining out your name

Use toys on him. Vibrators, fleshlights, anal plugs, anal beads, cock rings, the whole shebang!

Levi loves when you let him penetrate you while you control the vibrating anal plug you stuff in his puckered little hole

It's so cute how he sputters and his hips spasm when you turn the vibrations up suddenly

Levi loves cumming inside of you then having you order him to eat his own cum out of your hole

His knees simply buckle at the thought

If or when you penetrate him, make him sit on your lap while he plays video games

Every time he wins a round you reward him but every time he loses, it's another hour of warming your cock/strap

Dress Levi up in lingerie too. There's nothing that makes him feel so pretty yet so perverted like dressing up in some pretty lace while you tell him how cute he looks. Mix in some degradation as well

"Who knew suck a gross otaku shut in would look so cute all dolled up~"

Kiss his cock and he will faint

Levi also loves face sitting to no one's surprise

Bonus points if you're on the heavier side or have big thighs or a big booty

Bounce on his face while he enjoys his meal. He's a demon he can take it

Lure Levi to your room with promise of watching anime then turn on some hentai

Jack him off while you scroll through Devilgram and half pay attention to the moans coming from your laptop

Just the way you ignore how he moans out for you does something to him

Make sure you baby him during aftercare. Tell him how good he was, how much you love him, how handsome he is

Make him a snack and turn on his favorite game while you hold him

Levi wants you to step on him and wring him out like a wet towel but also wants you to coddle him and kiss him all over his face after

Also, who could resist pinching his cute little butt when he walks by?

Just don't do that in front of anyone or else you won't see him for weeks

[atsuminthe]

Mafia men?

Mafia men.

Mafia Semi Eita, the jack of all trades of Shiratorizawa. Assassin, informant, trainer. Skilled in nearly everything. Feared by everyone, even the inner circle of Shiratorizawa. But you love to goad him, so what can he do? Nothing really. Nothing but tame the brat in you and make you sob underneath him, clenching when he brings out the guns and the knives.

Mafia Tendou Satori. Ushijima’s right hand and the man that knows everything, all the secrets and the pains that a person has. You intrigued him though, because he can never figure you out. So he has no choice but to seduce you to bed with him. Maybe then he'll figure you out. If it happens again and again, well. It's not his fault you're so interesting.

Mafia Shirabu Kenjirou. Ah. The medic. The surgeon. The man that knows everything about the human body. He came from a long line of medics that have always been a member of the Shiratorizawa Clan. He uses his knowledge in three ways. His job as a doctor in Tokyo, his job as the head medic in Shiratorizawa, and to make you scream his name while you cream on his cock.

And lastly....

Mafia Nicollas Romero. Ooh this man is so... dangerous. He exudes danger with every step, killing off the former head and took his place. Head of the strongest mafia in all of Brazil, and with you by his side, you're untouchable. But he loves to have you sit on his cock when he has meetings, daring anyone to look at you and the way you clench on him. If anyone does look, then he knows they're not good for business and offs them then and there.

Hhhhhhh please now I'm hot and bothered bye

bye sobbing

cw — 18+, fem reader, bondage, knifeplay, brat taming, orgasm control (edging), degradation, impact play (spanking), size kink, cockwarming

semi is a certified brat tamer and will not have any of your bullshit. if he told you to pipe down or stay quiet, you pipe down and stay quiet unless you want to be punished. of course, semi’s punishments are not really your usual go-to, like spanking, for example—no, no. he has his methods. that’s why he’ll edge you until you’re screaming and crying for him to let you cum, wiggling in the silk ropes he so skilfully tied around your body as the tip of his favorite bowie knife trails gently over your curves. “stop squirming, brat. you take what i give you or nothing at all until you learn your lesson,” he breathes, the sharp edge of the knife cutting the silk holding your breasts squished to your chest like a bra, freeing them as he watches them bounce in tow with his slow, languid thrusts. “now be a good girl and i might think of untying you.”

oh lord satori,,,he’s a charmer. he has a way with words and his low voice, dripping with lust, can make anyone wet or hard, depending on the case. he’s the negotiator, always there to talk it out before ushijima takes the brawling route—he treats you like fine porcelain, always lacing his degrading words with honey just as they leave the tip of his tongue—and you love it. he’ll have you on his lap, bouncing you on his thick cock as he holds your face, tracing your cheek with his nose. “this red lingerie suits you, you know? makes you look like a proper slut—my pretty little slut, aren’t you?” he whispers, accentuating the ‘my’ with a sharp thrust of his hips, his red hair ticking your face.

shirabu... he knows his stuff. after years of being together, he knows every little thing about your body—every spot that makes you squirm in your seat, rubbing your thighs together, every part that can make you cream on his cock the fastest, every crevice that you like kissed—everything. he keeps record of them all, making good use of the information he has so you feel like you’ve ascended to heaven whenever he’s done with you. “is this where you want me to touch you?” he asks, steady hands gliding over your ass before his palm collides against your smooth skin, leaving behind a red imprint as you yelp and jolt forwards. “you liked that, didn’t you? your body always tells me the truth. ask nicely, and i’ll give you what you want.”

mfmjsjhd romero,,,big men always make my knees weak. you’re so small in his arms, head resting on his sturdy chest as a little drool pool at the corner of your mouth, but he’s not mad, nor can he blame you—your little hole can barely take all of him, even with all the prep he did before the meeting. your head is spinning, dizzy from feeling so full, clenching and grinding down as the meeting goes on. three people have already been kicked out and had their contracts terminated because they stared at you a little too much for your husband’s liking. his warm hand comes to rest on your lower back, breath hot against your ear as he whispers a firm “cum for me, minha vida”, and you do—a quiet moan, velvety walls clenching around his cock and body trembling with the aftershock of your orgasm. in the next second, another five ‘esteemed guests’ are escorted out and ordered to never show their faces at the adlers’ headquarters again.

[wri0thesley]

god nat I just thought about yandere prosciutto controlling every aspect of my life and micromanaging me and hot damn 🔥👌🏻👌🏻💦💦

oh my god anon that’s . . . that’s my kink . . .

hhhhhhh

1.5k. non-con/dub-con/yandere warning. not sfw. afab reader, fem pronouns

other warnings: abuse, smoking, spanking/whipping, gunplay, slurs, exhibitionism (only hinted at), public play (again only hinted at). micromanagement. toys. orgasm denial. photographs. this prosciutto is just a fucking . . . a fuckin asshole lbr

"The black set, I think," Prosciutto says, his voice soft and low but still sending a shiver down your spine. You hadn't realised how close he was to you. You hear the slow intake of breath and scent tobacco on the air and know he's smoking - of course, you know better than to chide him for making your clothes smell like smoke. All of you smells like his smoke, now. "Don't you agree?"

"I-if that's what you want me to wear," you whisper, softly, and Prosciutto makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat. A fingertip trails down your spine, along bare skin, ghosting the back strap of the black lace negligee you're wearing (another of Prosciutto's choices). You don't get the luxury of deciding what you want to wear for yourself any more.

"Good girl," he murmurs. "Take that off, then. Get dressed."

Your hands are trembling as you pull of the diaphonous material, and they do not cease in their shaking even as you pull out the lacy black set of lingerie Prosciutto had picked out for you. You bend over to step into the underwear and one of his hands take a generous handful of your ass, squeezing it so hard you fear he'll leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints all over you - but you do not dare make a noise.

He crosses the room, slowly, taking a seat in the reading chair by the bed. You know better, too, than to stay facing away from him - you'd made that mistake once, and decided that it was better not to do it again as you'd soothed the thin red lines of his belt with antibacterial wipes and bandages.

You clip your stockings to garters, adjusting the backseams just so - he'll take out his anger if they're not perfect on you, and you don't know what he wants to do with you today. If you go out with him, and embarrass him by stumbling in high heels or having crooked seams or messing your lipstick up even a little bit . . . it's better not to think of it.

The bra is clipped behind you, and you stand for a moment in front of him, aware that his gaze is roving all over you hungrily. You know Prosciutto likes you naked - but you can't help but feel he likes you even more when you're dressed up and he can have his fun peeling layer after layer of your clothes and lingerie of. Or when he asks you to strip for him, slowly, the threat of what he might do if you were to disobey or displease him hanging heavy in the air.

"W-what else would you like me to wear today, Signore?" You ask him, and you're rewarded with a crooked smile. Full lips quirking at the corners. You'd thought that smile was so handsome, once - it had made butterflies catch in your throat. Now, you still think him handsome - but you suppose even monsters are beautiful, sometimes.

"I think perhaps you stay in that today, dolcezza," he says, after a moment. "I have business to attend to, and I'd like you . . . waiting and ready when I come home."

"Of course," you say, snapping to attention as he stands. He turns away from you for a moment to rifle in the drawers, and then he's approaching you holding something in his hands that makes your face turn hot. You recognise the toy he's holding - the slight curve, the remote control he's even now slipping into the pocket of his suit jacket. "I--I always am."

"That's because you're my good girl," Prosciutto breathes, coming to stand before you. He's gentle as he trails the tip of the toy down - between the valley of your breasts, your navel, past your mound of venus. He teases it against the lips of your sex through the sheer briefs for a moment, sliding it slowly between the valley through the fabric - and then, he chuckles lowly and pulls it away. "Mouth open."

You're obedient. You open your mouth and let him slide the toy within the heat of it, between your lips.

"Get it nice and wet," he says, only the slightest edge of lust to his words. "You'll want it that way." You hollow your cheeks, looking up at him with wide eyes - a sneer curls the corner of his mouth and he hisses, nought to a hundred in moments and poison in his words; "Your fucking tongue, troia. Don't hold out on me."

A mean thrust has the toy bobbing against the back of your throat and you almost gag around it. Prosciutto pulls it out, drool covering it, his eyes narrowed as he looks at you.

"Be better next time," he says, a snarl barely restrained - and you nod feverishly, hoping that he won't do anything more than spit poison at you. "That's what I thought."

He slides his fingers into the waistband of the underwear, pulling it out enough si that he has space to slide the toy inside it - and then, inside you. The head of the toy nudges your clit and your thighs tremble, but you don't let yourself so much as squeak - your face is flushing, but Prosciutto hasn't given you permission for more than that. You find yourself biting down on your lip as the tip breaches your entrance, sliding inside of you slowly, dragging against your inner walls. You're already wet - your body is conditioned to hear Prosciutto's dulcet tones and see his lidded eyes and know to be ready for him.

"You always take them so well," he coos, no warmth at all in his voice. "You're always so good when it comes to doing this for me. Still," he flicks a finger against your chin in a mocking echo of a fond gesture. "I suppose a slut's always ready to be filled up."

"A-are you going to leave it on all day?" You ask, softly, hoping you won't be punished for speaking out of turn. Prosciutto cocks his head. He simply says;

"Perhaps."

"A-and . . ." You swallow. "Is there anything you want me to do . . . wh-whilst you're out?"

"Hmm," he says. A slow smile is spreading across his face at your deference, though - you know that he'll have plenty of ideas. He's not the kind of man who lets you be idle. Prosciutto always has a list of chores, a list of rules, a list of things you can and cannot do whilst he's gone - and when he is there, the orders are sharper, and you are even more afraid of fucking up lest Prosciutto take it as a personal insult to himself. "Of course I do, dolcezza."

He lets the words linger in the air for a moment, holding the threat of what he might ask you to do over you. He's done plenty of things that have driven you to tears - made sure that he has visitors dropping in to see you on the days when he's said you can wear nothing at all, made you send pictures of yourself to his comrades as punishment when you haven't behaved yourself, made you fuck yourself on a phone call with him for three hours once without giving you permission to come--

"First," he says, reaching into his pocket (you steel yourself for the toy to start buzzing, but the remote is not pulled out). Instead, he pulls out thin straps of leather. "I want you to wear this all day." The leather is unclipped and you realise with a hot flush of embarrassment that it's a leash. "We're running low on some groceries and I'm sending you to the market with Pesci later on."

Oh, no. Not . . . not Pesci. You hate when Prosciutto involves him like this - when Pesci is flushing and too awkward to look at you, when he barely knows how to speak to you, when he's too sweet to ever treat you the way Prosciutto demands he treats you (at least, you think, you're punished for that and not Pesci himself).

"You may put your coat on before you go outside," he says, "But you may not let Pesci let go of the leash. Do you understand, troia?"

"Y-yes, Signore."

"Good girl." He soothes a kiss onto your burning forehead. "The bedsheets need changing. You made a mess bleeding on them last night. Some of my suits need pressing - you ought to know which ones by now. There's a horrible mess in the closet--" From him getting dressed. Your own clothes are kept in perfect order - Prosciutto hates it when they're not. "There are some socks that need darning, too - oh, I know you hate sewing," there's that mocking chuck of your chin again. "But you're so clumsy with your own clothes, better to practise on something unimportant, hmm?"

(You are not clumsy with your own clothes. You are unerringly careful; when things rip or tear, it's generally because Prosciutto's hungry fingers or hungrier knife has decided you would be better off without any fabric marring your lovely body. You are always made to pay for the clothes, though not in money - you're made to pay to the tune of Prosciutto's fingers inside you until you sob for him to stop, his gun in your mouth as he demands you treat it as if it were his cock, his hand around your throat until your vision goes black).

"Of course," you say. "I-I'll try to get better at it, I promise."

"Mm," Prosciutto says. He steps back, taking a last moment to drink in the pretty picture you make for him - all black lace lingerie and stockings digging into full thighs, thin leather straps of the leash and harness accentuating your pretty neck and your body (he notes that said body is looking remarkably unmarked - he'll have to see to that later). "Oh. Dolcezza? One more thing."

He turns to go, as you whisper out a "yes?".

"Don't dare come before I say you can."

And a finger slips into his pocket and flicks a switch and the toy inside you buzzes into life, already turned up to the highest it can go.

[estradiol-dyke]

I’d start by dressing you up in some barely there lingerie, the kind that leaves your cock and tits exposed. I’d take my time, kissing you slowly all over, playing with your tits, stroking your cock, just getting you all worked up. And when you can’t take it anymore I’ll make you service me. You can suck my tits and my cock. And when you’ve done a good enough job I’ll flip you on your stomach and fuck your ass and use you to get myself off before I fill you all full of my cum

ma’am?? 💖🥺 dress me up all pretty for you like a doll then play with me.. thist is so.. gsjk;sfd;ibujnb hhhhhhh omgg yes

this is a lovely message to wake up to, thank you 💖

[anarkhebringer]

you have claude and dimitri dating in your modern au right

I do, yes. And since it was brought up, I will now proceed to give a novel’s worth of random info about them, just in case. If it isn’t what you came for, feel free to proceed onwards now, fair anon. And when I say novel length, I mean you’re gonna have to scroll A LOT. This is VERY LONG.

- They got together during their time at the Officers Academy, so they’ve been dating for over five years.

- Happily in love, they are. They were each other’s first for… pretty much everything. First real and serious relationship, first kiss (in Dimitri’s case), first time saying “I love you” to someone, first time uh… doing that… and they’ll be each other’s last for all of it, too.

- They both have a lot of darkness in them, but they’ve helped each other heal and grow stronger as time goes on. Dimitri won’t ever be as stable and functional in society as everyone else due to his traumas and what he experiences every day in his head, but with Claude’s guidance, he’s much better than he would’ve been if he had denied Claude and refused to allow him to bring Dimitri back to his house to clean him up and give him a place to stay on the day of their reunion after five years apart.

- A little extra on the end of that previous bit, that Claude had fully prepared to bring Dimitri back with him, which is why he had bought a house with four bedrooms way before they even reunited. He had planned it all along, whether Dimitri went with him as easily as expected or not. They made an oath to reunite and stay together until the end of their days once they saw each other again, and by every deity to ever exist was Claude going to make sure that was going to happen, no matter what stood in his way. Even if what stood in his way was Dimitri himself. But fortunately, Dimitri was finally able to be talked into coming back home with him, and he was making quick strides because he was finally with Claude again.

- They’ve had their rough spots, but they know each other well enough and love each other enough that there haven’t been any big fights between them yet. There have been some small back-and-forths, but they always cut it short to calm down before it escalates, so even that is super rare for them. Plus the four bedroom thing is for them both to have their own personal bedrooms alongside the shared one they have, so if they want some privacy, they can have it. That’s been a big help for them to keep their relationship going so steady and well for so long.

- Claude is the only one of the two to remember his (and everyone else’s) past lives, and thanks to the circumstances that allowed that to even be possible, he shares some of Dimitri’s traits. He’s like if past Claude and Dimitri’s personalities fused together and the product of that became a sentient being that took on Claude’s appearance. Dimitri has a few Claude traits too, but they’re very minor in comparison to how many traits Claude has of Dimitri. The most important traits Claude picked up in this life are the way he thinks, and what exactly the darkness in his head manifests as. He has constant violent intrusive thoughts, and is always haunted by hundreds upon hundreds of voices that scream out at him in hatred, regret, and agony. 

- Claude willingly took that part of the darkness on, since he promised Dimitri in their past life that he would help him shoulder any burdens that may dare to follow him into the next life. To this day he has no regrets of making that promise so long ago. He would sooner be engulfed in the hottest of hellfire than make Dimitri go through all of this by himself. He’s been in pain with no one to turn to for too long, and Claude has sworn to ease his pains in any way possible.

- They share so many likes, dislikes, loves, and hatreds that they feel the most open and comfortable talking with each other. Felix and Lukas are both runner-ups for Claude in terms of that, but Dimitri has always understood him the best. Partly because they technically share a mind, but that’s not always why. Far from. These two can lazily converse for hours on end with each other, talking about topics ranging from media they enjoy, to training techniques, to dancing, even to just how the clouds in the sky looked particularly pretty at around 3:35 in the afternoon that day. They both love hearing what the other has to say. And having so much alike, but different at the same time, gives countless topics of conversation for them.

- Both are bi, and Claude is also helping Dimitri out involving exploration of his identity further after he confessed to Claude that he doesn’t really fully feel like a man. After some questioning and talking through stuff, Dimitri revealed wishing to explore the genderfluid identity to see if it fits him, and so far he feels it fits him wonderfully. Whenever Dimitri asks Claude to address him in a feminine manner, it’s done with no hesitation or difficulty, and that always makes Dimitri feel really good and happy that he’s not judged or anything. Even when wishing to be addressed in a feminine manner, he still usually prefers he/him pronouns unless Claude mentions it in terms of “this is my girlfriend” or something along those lines. There are some times where Dimitri prefers she/her pronouns to be used, and that also is done with no hesitation or difficulty. Dimitri likes the nickname ‘Dori’ Claude picked out for him during the times of being addressed femininely, since the usual nickname Claude has for him is ‘Dimi’, which is also super short and to the point. Dimitri picked out a temporary full name of Diamond until he found something he liked better and decides to stick with, and Claude went along with that happily.

- Dimitri sometimes asks to join Claude when he heads out with Hilda and Dorothea to go shopping and stuff, and he always comes back with at least one cute clothing item to fill his wardrobe with to try and balance out the masculine clothes he owns with feminine stuff too. He has a few dresses, which made Claude stop and stare when they were worn the first time because he thought Dimitri looked so pretty in them.

- There was also one time that Dimitri wanted some… private wear, shall we say. He went to ask Claude about it of course, but being the flustered person he is over anything that could even be hinted at intimate when not in an intimate moment, he was stuttering and completely red in the face before he even started the sentence to try and ask.

“Claude, I was wanting to know if… i-if you would help me uh… find…”

“Find what, Dimi?”

“Find… hhhhhhh…”

“Take your time, Dimi.”

“F-FRILLY PRIVATE UNDERGARMENTS???”

“…You mean lingerie?”

“…Yes…”

Of course Dimitri got the lingerie he wanted, and he definitely enjoyed how much Claude enjoyed it, too. It was easy for Claude to find it, since the site he ordered his own off of has stuff for people with Dimitri’s type of body, too. And since there was a special kind that had pride flags as a color option, Claude got them both bi flag versions, and got himself a trans flag version, and Dimitri a genderfluid flag version too.

- They’re both super protective of each other and how others treat them in terms of their identities.

- They’re both the kind that can do both and rock it in terms of outfits. You’ll sometimes see them both in suits, other times you’ll see them in gowns. Just depends on what they both wanna do.

- Claude doesn’t want to have any surgeries, and isn’t on T either, and he’s fully supported. As a plus, he gets super happy when he cuddles Dimitri close during particularly hard times, and Dimitri situates to use his chest as a pillow since it’s big enough for that. It never fails to make Claude smile when he sees how much more comfortable and at peace Dimitri is when he has his head there, and is able to ground himself easier with the steady sound of Claude’s heartbeat.

- There was a single time Claude tried binding, and that was back at the Officer’s Academy. He and Dimitri had been in Claude’s room, and Dimitri had been letting his hands wander a bit as they were kissing, and one had snaked its way under Claude’s shirt. Needless to say Dimitri fell into a panic because he worried he pushed forward way too suddenly without asking because he’d never seen Claude wear a binder before, even though Claude was only thrown off by how worried it made Dimitri. After that, he never did it again and just went back to wearing bras all the time. He didn’t really like how binding felt anyway, so he planned to not do it again as is. That situation just made it more sure that he was gonna never do it again and to hurry up and take the damned thing off soon so he could put his bra back on.

- These two have no plans to get married, since there’s a lot of money, stress, and tradition tied in with all that, and those are things they want no part of if they don’t have to be. Plus they know they don’t have to be married for their love to be valid and legitimate. They can grow old together without being married, and won’t ever care about people thinking that marriage is what makes it what it is. Though if there were a way they could be privately married without all that involved without having to travel a lot to find someone who does weddings like that, they would have been married a long time ago.

This is where I’ll stop, so thank you if you read this far! Also…

Trans and genderfluid rights, like, freakin’ rule, y’all.

[hobiwonder]

~honest fuckboy~ | (m)

pairing: jk x reader

words: 3.1k

warnings: smut. 

a/n: hjrdbfuierbuibfn i accidentally deleted the post hhhhhhh im so sorry. here it is again. this is based on an ask i got about fuckboy jk.

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“Okay so… I need to tell you something.” Your feet are tapping an impatient melody on the carpeted floor. Though he definitely can’t hear anything as the carpet muffles the noises that would probably would make him more nervous. Completely and utterly different from the Jungkook outside who’d been boasting about his ‘pussy destroyer’ status.

“Spit it out Jungkook. I’m literally not down for any more of your shitty pranks. I just need a good fuck and as the resident campus slut-”

“um, rude.” You continue anyway.

“-you are my safest bet. So, spill.” He seems even more nervous now for some reason. Sitting on the bed, legs splayed and arms resting back on the plush sheets. And they looked clean too. You didn’t think that was possible for a frat boy.

“Uh…. O-okay.” Your eyebrows are raised again as he looks around, seeming to be mulling his response in his head. Okay this was ridiculous, you were on a time crunch and your downstairs was getting drier by then second. Sighing, you just climb back on the bed, straddling his deliciously muscly thighs and mouth attaching back to his neck that you wanted to cover in hickeys. But you weren’t together and you didn’t want to put marks where they didn’t belong. Even if you really, really wanted to.

But of course he had to fucking ruin it.

“Wait wait!” The groan is unstoppable and this wasn’t the context you’d thought you’d be making these noises in.

“I swear to god Jungkook. Can’t this wait?” There is visible sweat brewing up on his temples and his lips are flushed from your earlier kisses.

“Okay here it goes,” He’s taking a deep breath in, closing his eyes once for a quick second before meeting yours, “I’ve only slept with one girl before.”

You stare at him. A solid minute passes and you haven’t moved an inch until your limbs are waking up again and a giggle is bubbling in your throat as you lean in again.

“Very funny. Now shut up before I kill you and then die of deprivation.”

“Y/n. I-I’m not kidding.” Pulling back, you can now see that all this fidgeting and twiddling with his thumbs really wasn’t an act.

What the hell.

Instantly, you’ve sprung back from his lap and your hands are gone in for the kill at your scalp. Frustration lacing every movement. This was just supposed to be you simply getting laid. Of course this would happen to you.

“What the fuck Jungkook?! Don’t say shit like that when I’m literally about to rip my clothes off.” Unless… “Wait. Is this just so you don’t have to sleep with me?”

Your voice is incredulous and accusing. Sure, you weren’t his hottest conquest or were really considered his type really. But Jeon Jungkook prided himself on never saying no to girls. He loved every female attention and happily hooked up with a variety even if he didn’t actually hang out with them. That’s why it had been so easy to pick him up at the party tonight. You’d had a nightmare of a date and your ego and pride had been bruised enough for one night for him to do you dirty like this too. You’re not sure if you’ll be okay if you got rejected twice in a night. Turns out Jaemin really didn’t like you like that. He just wanted to get laid. Much like what you wanted right now actually. But at least you were honest about it. He lead you on and you wanted to scratch his pretty face! You wore your best lingerie for tonight and that bastard flaked on you after five minutes when his regular booty call showed up.

Stupid pretty boys. At least Jungkook was an honest fuck boy. Or so you had thought. You really couldn’t handle being rejected by the all pleasing fuck boy. And your junior at that.

“No!” His eyes are widely blown and you almost believe him. He’s reaching forward to grab at your retrieving form but you’re having none of it. “Not at all. Y/n. please sit down.”

“No way. I’ve had enough of you assholes playing games with me.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” His eyebrows are furrowed in confusion but you don’t really care enough to tell him about your night for now.

“Don’t worry about it. But whatever I’m going.” You’ve only just turned around when Jungkook is pulling you back roughly so you’re falling back on his lap.

“Don’t go okay? It’s not because I don’t want to sleep with you. Don’t be dumb.” His once over at your tight little black dress doesn’t faze you. Okay maybe a little. Who wouldn’t feel flustered at Jeon Jungkook checking them out?

Sighing, you give him the benefit of the doubt, “Then what? Because I refuse to believe that you’ve only had sex once. Not when you’re literally bragging about screwing someone’s brains out every fucking party.”

“I do have a reputation to keep up you know?” He’s scoffing at you like you’re the one who’s being a little nuts at the moment.

“A reputation that you falsely cultivated, you smelly sock!” Yeah you were a little drunk too.

“Seriously? A smelly sock?” His smile is kinda cute, you think to yourself. “But yeah. I guess I really underestimated the ‘one lie leads to a thousand’ saying.”

Sighing, he just turns you back around in his lap and you can’t help it when you gaze slips further down south for a few seconds but Jungkook’s tsking noises have you looking back up, cheeks heavily flushed.

“You’re really horny aren’t you?” His chuckle is so carefree you’d be thinking it’s you who just confessed to being inexperienced in bed.

“Shut up kid. Thanks to you I might stay this way with no relief!” the pout is inevitable and unarguably a little childish but you could definitely hide away from all the judgement under the guise of being intoxicated.

“Y-You don’t… have to?” He sounds unsure and a little questioning. When you don’t say anything, he continues.

“I know I said I haven’t actually had sex more than that one time but I’d love to have sex with you.” He says it all so casually like he didn’t almost shit his pants confessing that very bit to you.

“Gee, thanks.” You pinch his slightly cherub face to which he yelps dramatically. “If anything, you owe me that mind blowing orgasm you brat.”

“Well then,” his smug little face is turning up in a smirk as he leans back again, spreading his body as it relaxes in the sheets before his face is tilting upwards, eyes taking a whole swipe at the way your dress has ridden up on your thighs. “Get to work babe.”

The nerve of this boy.

You’re about ready to give him a piece of your mind but instead, you go for something much more impactful. The way his eyes almost bulge out of his head is sweet, sweet revenge when you squeeze his length on top of his snug jeans. The shock is thankfully under control when you’d initially felt how hot and heavy his erection sat under the denim.

“You really need to learn when you’re out skilled ‘babe.’” The words are whispered close to his ear as you press a hot kiss beneath the lobe. He was a picture to be put up on the walls as he tried to keep his breathing even, eyes cast directly down to where your hand had now slipped inside his jeans. The rattling of the belt buckle with every movement from your hand was incredibly arousing. Not that you needed to be anymore horny at this stage.

“Wow, um okay… I should’ve -oh fuck – let you hit on me before.” His erection sits thick and hot in your hand as you scoff at him. Yeah, like you would.

“Please. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Jaemin flaking on me.” The last sentence is muttered under your breath but somehow his ears perked up enough to comprehend the name. Even when he’s receiving a hand job he does not shut up, does he?

“J-Jaemin? Really? You’re way out of his l-league. Oh god, y/n.” His moan hits you somewhere deep. Deeper than just your core with the way he’s saying your name and you can’t stop yourself when from slipping down to your knees- as if in a trance when you continue to glide your slippery hand over his girthy length.

“Say that again when my hand isn’t on your dick.” He doesn’t have a chance to open his smart mouth again because yours is on him. His hot skin on your tongue has an involuntary moan bubbling in your throat and reverberating against his hardened cock. The salty, tangy taste of him is addicting and you’re sliding your mouth down him and his reactions are only spurring you on further.

“God, you’re so hot. Look so h-hot with my cock in y-your mouth. Fuck, yes.” He’s growling, moaning and groaning as he watches you lap at his cock again and again. Saliva is starting to pool around your mouth and dripping down your chin as you suck the tip of him relentlessly. His dirty mouth is making you want to slip your hand inside your own underwear and get some relief.

You moan when his hand slips in to your hair at the nape of your neck, guiding your head around him as he gets close.  His mouth seems to have lost its filter and so have his hips as they buck in to your mouth.

“I’m so close. S-So close, baby. Take my cock,” his growl only makes you moan louder around him, sucking him off with more vigour.

Lucky for him, you know exactly how to push him over the edge. Taking one of your hands that had been working on the base of his dick, slickened by a mixture of your saliva and his precum, you tug on his tightened balls and instantly – he’s bucking his hips in to your face screaming out his release.

Warmth fills your mouth as you drink down his cum. His hands guiding your head every which way to milk out every second of his release. Jungkook is panting heavily and his whole body is covered with sweat as he watches your mouth overflow with his cum. Still, you don’t stop gently lapping at him, swallowing every drop and he seems almost about ready to cry.

“Y/n,” he’s panting even more now, “stop or I’ll cum again. Fuck you’re so hot that was amazing.”

Pulling you up back on to his lap, he doesn’t wait for you to wipe your mouth before placing his own, on top in a sloppy kiss. He’s licking around your mouth and you can’t help but moan at the feel of him. In a haste, he’s pulling off his shirt and your eyes almost pop out of your head despite knowing to some degree about what you would see. You knew he was pretty built from the various photos posted on the university social media since you never went to the games. The muscles that bulged out from his football jersey were quite good looking in itself but seeing them up close – you could maybe understand why the girls went crazy for him despite his lack of sexual experience.

While you were busy drooling, Jungkook has already caught you eyeing him shamelessly with the way he was smirking and biting his lip. “Just going to look or do-”

“Shut the hell up.” Your scoff only makes him giggle like a teenage boy making a ‘that’s what she said’ joke.

“You want to kiss me. You want to hug me.” Is he serious?

You pull back slightly from his mouth that’s singing out the ridiculous song from Miss Congeniality.

“Are you seriously quoting Sandra bullock right now?” He scoffs right back at you while pulling up your short little dress as his glassy eyes continue to eat you up.

“Of course. She’s awesome and don’t change the subject. Fuck…” Thank god he’s stopped with the movie talk – although you agree wholeheartedly about Sandra – and the way he’s looking down at your snug silk black lingerie, hugging every curve and accentuating the right parts – the confidence boost is much appreciated.

“Okay so, how much do I need to guide you through?” Your eyebrows are furrowing when his expression stays vacant like he has nothing to say, worrying you profoundly. Did he know anything? Oh god. You were not ready for this arrangement. “Do you know… where the clit is?”

Jungkook is finally moving his facial muscles but only to roll his eyes at you and scoff before he’s flipping you over so you were the one underneath him. “I’m inexperienced y/n, not an idiot.”

“Debatable.” The murmur doesn’t go unnoticed when he’s sliding downwards like he’s about to sit at your feet or something.

“What was that?”

“I said that’s deba- Oh shit!” Oh shit indeed. Any braincells you had left to comprehend speech were now focused on making you feel every lash of Jungkook’s surprisingly skilful tongue that was lashing at your sodden black panties – outlining every fold through them with the hot, wet pad of his tongue. Doesn’t help when he’s chuckling while his face is buried in your pussy making your skin absorb all the vibrations from his dirty mouth.

His hands pull one of your thighs over his shoulder so he could tilt his head further to reach every nook and cranny that will bring tears to your eyes. He licks up a stripe to your aching clit with the flat of his tongue before gently sucking it in his mouth. Then he speaks.

“Did I find it or I need to try again?” The vibrations from his mouth – and his hot breath – go straight to the bundle of nerves in his mouth as embarrassingly loud moans leave yours.

“Sh-Shut up and focus. You owe m-me an orgasm.” The words transition into a whine the longer you talk. It’s impossible to talk at all, really. The material of your panties is stuck to you obscenely and you want to cry with relief when he finally pulls them to the side.

“J-Just take them off Jungkook. Hurry up.” The brat just chuckles like he’s watching a sitcom.

“Seems like you’re the virgin here.”

“So you admit you haven’t had sex at all?”

“What? No! that’s not what I meant.” He’s pouting therefore his mouth has stopped and you can finally take a breather and not embarrass yourself.

“Mhmm. Sure little guy.” Your chuckle has most likely provoked him but instead of being happy that he’s definitely enthusiastic about eating you out – you’re a little scared that he might even just kill you with his mouth with the way his eyes stared back at you.

He’s lowering his mouth once again until his lips gently hug your nether ones. He’s so calm about his movements that you have to hold your breath to not give away how much it’s shaking. He shakes his head slowly as if to snuggly fit his lips in a seal around your entrance. And then – his tongue is spearing in and out of your pussy as deep as the stiffened muscle can get.

Your head is falling back with the shock of how pleasurable the sensation of his tongue inside your pussy is since you’ve never had someone so thoroughly taste you like this before. Most guys only ever just focused on your clit while Jungkook was moaning around your pussy like he was having the most desired delicacy in the world. His pace is increasing gradually while your noises are not. You are not far from screaming your head off when a particular thrust of his devilish tongue reaches deep enough for your eyes to roll back in your head.

“J-Jungkook, oh-” you hiccup, “god.”

“Mm. Your pussy tastes so good. I could eat you all night.” He’s taking a breath each time he talk – slick covering his lips and chin as he takes small sucks of your clit keeping you constantly stimulated but never enough to make you cum – yet.

“You like my tongue babe? Hm? You’re so warm and soft and tight it’s hard for me to fuck your pussy open.” He’s growling out his words like earlier and you think you might just cum from his words.

“But that’s what my fingers are for, hm? To fuck you nice and open for my cock. That’s it.” He’s cooing like you’re the one who needs coaching through their first orgasm. But it might as well be true because the way you feel right now is unlike any other time you’ve cum. Your insides are wound tighter than ever and you physically feel like you’re going to start sobbing any second from the intensity of your climax.

A sob finally breaks free when Jungkook shoves his middle finger in you as his mouth moves up to your clit. He doesn’t bother setting a gradual pace like he had with his tongue – instead he shoves another one inside. “Fuck. You’re so tight. I’m not even sure I’m going to fit inside babe.”

If you could form any form of speech in any language right now you would tell him off for giving himself too much credit. He can’t be that big.

“I’m s-so c-close. Jungkook p-please.” Your hands are balled in to fists in his sheets while your legs twitch with the force it’s taking for you to not close them. Also helps that Jungkook is holding your thighs open from smashing closed on his skull and possibly cracking it. You might consider doing that later after you’ve came.

Speaking of – you do exactly that when Jungkook’s lips form a seal around your clit once again and suck in tandem with his fingers that scissor in and out of your pulsing cunt. Wet sounds have filled the room for quite some time but you can’t hear anything but a white noise as an almost violent wave of your orgasm rushes through you. You don’t remember how long it goes on for but it feels like forever. And when you finally come to again you have to push your hands against his head to make him stop licking at you since your legs have probably expired now.

“Knew you were a screamer.”

“What?” You’re still panting – pathetic. Jungkook is wearing a shit eating grin as he lets your underwear snap back in place making you cringe from the friction of the fabric overstimulating you.

“And a gusher. Holy shit.” All the blood has rushed to your cheeks – you can feel it from how hot your face feels right now and you know it’s not from just having come harder than you ever have.

“Shut up oh my god.”

[hoeiplier]

i wanna dom the fuck out of tyler hhhhhhh, dress him up in pretty lingerie and makeup, only to edge and peg him until he's begging me to let him cum like the good little boy he is

maybe even spank him for begging too loud, or asking to fuck me

[five-or-so-missing-children]

WHAT ARE YOUR MUSE’S AESTHETICS ? BOLD any which apply to your muse ( Italicize borderline things ) remember to REPOST ! feel free to ADD to the list !

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[rottytops]

favourite type of lingerie

hhhHHHH

any kind of legwear, i used to be really into garterbelts but lately even really high socks are enough. dark blue/black are my fav. Also i love frills

[cuddlewars]

meulin pyrope has a closet full of lingerie in her and kankris sizes and its all lacy and makes victorias secret look like a nuns habit

Hhhhhhh oh my gods fbhiryes