#arousal august

[starlitmark]

Summary: Is it so bad that Seonghwa wants to give his daughter a little sibling? Pairing: dilf!Seonghwa x nanny!reader Genre: smut Tropes: dilf au, forbidden romance au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: breeding kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, daddy kink, clitoral stimulation, creampie Word Count: 911 Note: part one of the Arousal August event!! Thank you to @raibebe for beta/proofing this <3

“Oh fuck,” you whine into the kiss, “Daddy, it’s-”

Seonghwa pulls his lips from yours just far enough that you can’t reach him. “What is it, darling?” he asks with a condescending tone.

You let out a string of moans as he picks up the pace more. You were really asking for it this time too. You’ve been making offhanded comments about giving him another baby for the past two weeks. His daughter was nearly four now, and it only seemed appropriate that he got another. What you didn’t realize was how serious Seonghwa would get about putting his returning quips about fucking a baby into you.

Seonghwa is still spewing filthy words in your direction as he kisses down your throat. But you can hardly process anything he’s saying. All you can focus on is your impending orgasm. The words you’re attempting to say are definitely not words at all. More likely than not, you’re babbling nonsense. Suddenly, Seonghwa’s thrusts stop entirely, and you finally get a moment of clarity. He’s looking down at you with concern in his eyes, searching for something in your eyes. You hadn’t even processed the tears running down your cheeks until this moment.

“There’s my girl,” he smiles softly, “I was trying to check on you, and you weren’t responding to my question. Are you okay?” he asks, wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m okay,” you confirm, “Just feels so good.”

Something darkens in his eyes, “Daddy fucks you so good you started crying? You want me to fuck you full of my cum that badly?”

You clench around him, preemptively giving him his answer. Still, you nod as further confirmation. He starts thrusting into you slowly again, and you can tell he’s about to muse about something that’ll only serve to make you more desperate.

“I wanted to be sure you were okay, but goddamnit, you look so fucking pretty when you cry for me,” he says with a dreamy lilt, “So desperate for me to fuck you full that you’re crying for it.”

With that, he returns to his original pace, and you see stars when he does so. Your legs lock around his hips as your fingernails dig into his shoulders slightly, hoping to hold on to the last threads of your sanity. More tears spring from your eyes, and Seonghwa quickly kisses them away before kissing down your throat again. Again, you feel your orgasm bubbling inside you.

“Daddy, I wanna cum,” you all but yell out in a moan.

“Aww, my sweet girl wants to cum?” he chuckles, “You aren’t waiting for Daddy to fuck a baby into you first?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg with a whiney voice, “I need it so bad.”

“Need Daddy’s cum or for you to cum? Be specific, angel.”

You whine and beg unintelligibly, not even sure what you’re begging for. All you can think about is how desperately you want your Daddy to put a baby in you. As if he reads your mind, Seonghwa takes one of his hands and begins toying with your clit, perfectly adding to his bruising thrusts. If you thought you were fucked brainless before, now you’re on another plane of existence. 

“I wish you could see yourself, sweet girl, crying for me, just waiting to get fucked full of my cum. It’s cute.”

“Daddy, please,” you moan.

“Cum, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Between his words, his thrusts, and the way he’s playing with your clit, your orgasm immediately comes barreling into you. Your legs go limp against the bed as you shake beneath him. The way your walls flutter around Seonghwa triggers his orgasm, and you feel how his cum floods into your pussy. Even after the rush of your orgasms, Seonghwa still thrusts gently and shallowly into you, riding out that post-orgasmic feeling. He lays down on top of your body, still fully inside you. You both stay practically silent for a few moments as you catch your breath.

“So,” you sigh out a laugh after a few moments.

“So?” Seonghwa echos.

“Crying?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles breathlessly, “Kinda shocked me too. You just look so fucking beautiful when-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there before you end up getting us into another round,” you tease.

Seonghwa chuckles at your comment and pushes his weight off of you as he pulls out. His eyes stay fixated on your now very messy pussy as his cum leaks out. You almost feel shy under his gaze and gently prod at him with your foot. That breaks him from his stupor, and his eyes lock on yours again.

“You okay there, old man?” you tease.

“Old man?” he asks, raising his eyebrow, “We both know that’s not true.”

“Are you not a dad?”

“That means nothing, sweetheart. You’re about to be a mom. Wouldn’t that also mean that you’re old too?” he teases back, placing a peck on your lips.

“Well, we don’t know if-”

“I’ll keep you so full of my cum you won’t have a choice but to get pregnant, my love. My daughter is with her mom this week for vacation. We have the whole fucking week for me to breed this pussy” he practically growls, fingering some of his cum back into you, “I’ll get you crying for me again too. Next time think before you start teasing me with that kind of thing. You’re about to reap the consequences for the next seven days.”

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[strawberryya]

how to befriend a vampire

Yeosang x reader

synopsis: what could be better when you’re bored of life in every way than a hot vampire fuck buddy?

word count: 2k

genre/contains: smut, vampire au, vampire!yeosang, gn!reader, strangers to lovers/fwb, unprotected sex, general tw for vampirism and being bitten (the word blood is not used but heavily implied), stalker-ish behavior from both individuals, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms

rating: 18+

a/n: first arousal august fic is here! I hope everyone likes it and looks forward to the next little blurb I have ready and waiting in the drafts :>

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Summer was over and new classes were about to begin. Returning to your normal routine wasn’t too hard, you had done it before. Your friends were the same, your dorm was the same, although your roommates were new, and the classes all felt as usual. Nothing special was happening at all. Of course, it would’ve been nice if something were to happen, anything really. Just something that would make life this year a bit different than last year. Maybe you should drop a class and pick up something that has nothing to do with your goal, perhaps cults would be fun to study for a term or two? 

Nothing was wrong, it was just so very…boring. 

“A back-to-class party?” Not a terrible idea, you reasoned when your new roommates asked if you wanted to come along to the park that first weekend back at campus. 

It could be horrible, but at least it would mean that something would happen other than studying or watching movies with your new, and so far reasonable, roommates. It had been a while since you had been with anyone too. Maybe this party was the perfect opportunity to find someone a bit attractive to hook up with. The one from last year had ended up getting into a relationship during the summer - rather annoying, because he really wasn’t that bad in bed. 

You needed orgasms to get through the school year, and so you went to the party. Dressed up from head to toe, in clothes that hugged your ass and glitter in your hair, hoping that the outfit would be enough to gain someone’s attention. 

Your mission was… sort of successful. It did attract tons of people, some really attractive people, and some incredibly sleazy and creepy people.

You regretted coming after about two hours of nonstop socializing with other students which led absolutely nowhere. Nobody grabbed your attention, everyone fit perfectly into the little presaved folders in your head. It was so predictable, so incredibly boring. 

“Should we just give up?” You shouted to one of your new roommates. At least, you found some hope in the fact that neither one of them had ended up finding someone interesting among the large crowd that flew past one another like ants in the campus park. You weren’t completely alone in yur failure. 

“I’m ready to go, honestly,” one of your roommates agreed, while the other one had already disappeared in the crowd without acknowledging your question. 

You grabbed ahold of one another. Neither of you sober enough to be able to navigate your way home without losing one another in the night. With arms folded together, in a way only possible for two almost strangers when drunk, you two trudged away from the party and the loud bass that made your head pound. 

“I wanted to fuck someone tonight,” you groaned and fake sobbed into the chilly night air, your roommate only laughing at your unapologetic whining. “I’m not kidding, I don’t care who it is. I just really wanna be obsessed with someone! I wanna be in love! I don’t care if it’s actually love or just really great sex.”

It seemed a bit silly to say out loud, but it was the truth. You probably wouldnt have been so honest with your roommate this soon had you been sober tonight. Nevertheless, the truth was that you just wanted someone to think about, someone to crush on, someone to sleep with when the days became too boring to handle by yourself. 

You were wobbling down the cobbled streets on your way back to the dorm. Your arm was still entangled with your roommates, thoughts having moved on from your honest feelings and instead focusing on whether or not it would be possible to order fries to your dorms. 

When he bumped into your arm, or more correctly, when you stumbled into his arm as he passed, you almost fell over. Enraged at the audacity of this random guy to walk right into you, you turned back around, prepared to yell at him with all your might. But when you began shouting a loud “Hey!”, your anger soon ebbed out as the stranger turned around, revealing his perfect face in the yellow light from the streetlight above. His features were striking even in the dark. His eyes were piercing. His hair was dark and pushed back from his forehead in a light wave. Beside one of his eyes, you noticed a blushy pink birthmark, almost matching the pretty red shade of his lips. His lips… were a lot redder than any lips you had seen on a random guy before. Was he wearing lipstick? 

You had forgotten why you had yelled out to the stranger. His gorgeously handsome face distracted you completely. 

“Y/n, let’s gooo,” your roommate whined, pulling at your arm, evidently not enraptured by the pretty stranger you had bumbled into. How was that possible? You had never seen him before, never known he existed, and you were already obsessed with him. His name, his interests, his favorite place to kiss his lover, you needed to know it all. You needed to befriend him. 

The night was mostly a blur the following day, everything except for the stranger.

For some reason, his face never left your mind. For two weeks you searched every room for him, scanned the streets as you walked down them, and took walks on the campus every shot you got. 

You never found him. He could’ve been an illusion, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t. At least looking for the mystery man in the night had given you something to think about, someone to obsess over, even if you didn’t even know his name. 

It took yet two more weeks and another walk to the convenience store to finally find that one necessary piece of information. You didn’t understand how it had taken this long to find him, it wasn’t like he was hiding. He was walking around in the park, just like the last time you had bumped into him. Dark hair falling onto the sides of his head, a long coat half open to reveal a simple black polo and jeans, almost exactly like last time. You took it all in, stopping mid-step as to not loose sight of him, the plastic bag you had bought filled with snacks and drinks for the late-night studying you had planned on doing was rustling in the wind. He had seen you too. 

He wasn’t moving either, maybe he thought you were a weirdo for simply staring at him in the dark park. 

You drew in a breath. “Hey you! What’s your name?!” You shouted across the grass. If you were going to be a weirdo, you would do it properly. 

He didn’t shout back. Far away someone shouted in the night. You looked towards the sound for half a second out of reflex, and when you looked back the stranger was gone. 

Again?? You thought and damned the universe for teasing you like this. 

“Yeosang.” 

The voice was deep and it sent chills down your back. It made you quickly turn around, finding the stranger right behind you now. He was even hotter this close. 

“Yeosang…” you whispered under your breath. He was rather tall. He gave you a small smile, white teeth flashing cold in the moonlight. Unusually pointy. “I’m y/n…”

His smile got wider. “I know”

Your mind blanked, but you needed to say something. “Let’s be friends!” You hurried to say before he could have a chance to mysteriously disappear again. His smile dropped, eyes looking at you surprised and slightly suspicious. Understandable. 

“Sure,” he said after a moment of only the wind in your ears, a smirk appearing on his face. “If a friend is all you want, I can grant you that.” 

“It’s not,” you said honestly and quickly. His smirk grew. “I want a lot more, but I only found out your name ten seconds ago. Thought I’d give you a chance to get to know me before I tried getting you into bed with me.” 

You felt feverish, the embarrassing reality of what you were telling this stranger hitting you hard.

“I know enough,” he said before his hand found the side of your face and his lips leaned in to meet yours. He tasted like aluminum for a split second but the way you could feel his toned body against yours where your coats fell open distracted you and you soon forgot about the unusual taste. 

A swishing sound made you open your eyes again, the cold from the night air in the campus park seemingly gone and replaced with much warmer air. You were inside, you were inside your own bedroom. You didn’t know how it had happened, you didn’t really know what had happened, and you didn’t know why you didn’t even care. The stranger in the night was named Yeosang, and he was kissing down your neck in your bedroom, pulling your coat off your body, and throwing it into the corner of the room. He was no ordinary person, that you had already caught onto. 

“Can I bite you?” He mumbled against your skin. 

His hands were caressing your body and your mind was buzzing with desire, but the desire didn’t clog your mind yet. You were clearminded and saying “Yes” before you could stop and think about what a bad decision it might be to agree. 

Small pecks now your throat made arousal pool in your lower abdomen. “Bite me as you fuck me,” you whispered. This made Yeosang smile against your skin, moving up to kiss you passionately once again as he pulled his own clothes off along with yours. Pushing you down on the bed as his hard cock pushed against your thigh. It would be tight, but you needed him to use you and stretch you out enough to make life interesting again. 

That, he did. Nothing was mundane or boring about his hands on your body or his tongue on your chest. He was surprisingly gentle as he began filling your hole with his erect cock, but his pace grew feral as he continued pounding into you. You were moaning and clawing at his sculpted body when he hit the right spot inside of you. When his lips let go of you, you looked at him gazing down at your bare neck, he wanted to bite you for real, it was clear he meant it, and you wanted him to as well. You shifted your neck, inviting him to do what he wished. “You look delicious,” he mumbled before he threw himself onto your neck, piercing the skin ever so slightly. You barely even felt it, but the way he suckled on your skin after the small sting felt like he was trying to mark your skin, sending goosebumps down your body when he continued licking and humming against your neck. 

You came as he pounded into you, his hands working their magic while getting to know your body. He didn’t stop until you came for a second time, whining at the overstimulation. 

He cared for your neck and cleaned you up, his movements swift and gentle as he handled you. He caressed your skin with great care, careful not to be too rough. A world’s difference from the way he had fucked you a moment ago. He didn’t force any small talk, a nice change from most other guys you had been with. He had gotten dressed and given you some of your own pajamas to put on before he was ready to leave. 

He couldn’t leave just like this, you collected all the courage you had left and began with an unsure voice. “We’re friends now, right? So you’re welcome here anytime, we could do this again…” 

“We’re friends, yeah.” He smirked and looked at you as you pulled your shirt over your head. “I’ll be here if you need me, or if you’re just… bored.” The last word he said was paired with a small wink. You chuckled nervously, he had known all along. Could he read your mind as well? Maybe you could find out next time. 

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[pyeonghongrie]

High Infidelity

Summary: The novel you've been writing has been in progress for the better half of two years now, your writer's block beating you up, and your husband hasn't shown you any sympathy. Maybe a visit to the art exhibit from this new artist would jog your creativity, but what happens when this new artist offers you more than just relief from your writer's block?

Characters/Pairing(s): Artist!Aged-Up!Hongjoong x Writer!Aged-Up!Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AUs/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Aged-Up!AU, Right Person Too Late

Word Count: 3247

Warnings: Infidelity, very inappropriate conversations with a married woman, tipsy sex (not drunk), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple stimulation, afab!reader

Rating: 18+

A/N: I'll be using the name "Haru" for Y/N's Husband because my friends don't want me to write a different ATEEZ member getting cheated on, so my friend @/stardragongalaxy volunteered as tribute 😂

"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch-

"Y/N, you still haven't dealt with the dishes yet." Your husband, Haru, said monotonously just as you were starting to gain momentum in your writing.

You groan, the interruption making you lose focus and motivation to write. You stare at the last word on your document, gaze burning into each individual pixel as if hoping that this piece would write itself.

Unfortunately, life said "Fuck you."

With another groan, you rub and pinch the bridge of your nose, a headache starting to settle in as your Husband returned to working as if he didn't just cause you a grave inconvenience.

Standing from your comfortable computer chair, you take calm and even strides towards your kitchen, where only a handful of dishes were left in the sink.

And this little shit didn't even bother washing like, what? 8 dishes? he has to be kidding me, men.

You thought to yourself, your inner monologue only making yourself more irritated. But you wash them in silence, thinking of ways to at least calm down and clear your head so you have a clean slate to work with to get inspired again.

I think I should visit the gallery again, there's this new artist that I've been following, he's getting pretty popular, maybe I could draw inspiration from his work?

You think maybe this is the best idea you've had since you but bacon bits on mac & cheese.

Taking the time to visit this gorgeous gallery was definitely the correct move.

Kim Hongjoong is a passionate man, you can see the dedication to his craft in all the pieces in this gallery. He was a mixed media artist, sometimes his work was pops of color on a canvas, others are sculptures made of clay, made with the most delicate of hands, others are more niche, like the stained glass piece in another part of the gallery.

One thing about Hongjoong's work is that his subjects are also subjects of passion.

Paintings of a man's devotion to worshiping his lover's skin, a stained glass recreation of The Birth of Venus by Botticelli, and his latest masterpiece,

Simply titled "Passion", a sculpture of a woman in the throws of pleasure, with her lover holding her close to him, no gap between their skin, eternally locked in a passionate embrace.

As a romance writer, this is exactly what you needed.

You take in this sculpture, the light of the gallery display emphasizing the delicate attention to detail this piece had, you know the man who made this takes pride in this, his work, skills, and dedication finally being realized.

You stare in awe at this piece for a little over 20 minutes, the more you look at it, the more entranced you become of the mastery of this craft.

You feel a presence beside you, a man around 5'9", slightly muscular build, in a turtleneck with glasses sitting delicately on his nose. He has peculiar split-dyed hair, and the most gorgeous face you've ever laid your eyes on.

"I see you like this piece in particular," He started, hands in his trouser pockets while smiling fondly at the piece, "'Passion' was a difficult piece for me to finish, ironically enough, I got bored of it quite easily." He continues, turning to face you.

"I'm Hongjoong, by the way, Kim Hongjoong. If you haven't already figured it out." He takes a hand out of his pocket, extending it towards you.

"Oh, I'm Y/N, Park Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hongjoong. Your exhibit is astounding, I love your dedication to your work." You take his hand to shake it,

He chuckles at the compliment, "Oh please, save your praise, I know that name from anywhere. I love your latest work, that book was what inspired this entire collection to begin with."

You gawk at him, oh my god, he reads smut. My smut.

"Oh my, what an honor! I'm glad you also enjoy my work." You receive the compliment gracefully, " Although, I do want to hear more about why you got bored of this piece in particular, such a wonder to the arts community, surely you aren't downplaying your own work?"

He smiles, perfect teeth on display, you swear you never looked at a man like this in your life, you were absolutely down bad for his teeth.

"I'm not saying I think it's bad, I just got bored of the creative process." He explains, "although, I do want to continue adding to this collection, perhaps we can go and get drinks together? Exchange ideas?" he offers.

You ponder on this for a bit, going out to drinks with a budding friend wouldn't hurt, right?

"Could I give you my number? Let's set aside a day to chat. I have to get home to my husband before it gets too late."

A smirk came into his face, something dark about a seemingly insignificant change in his expression, “Of course, I look forward to our time together.”

The mug in your hands was warming your palms, and your focus was fixated on the man in front of you, he talked about another piece of his, titled “Longing”; it was heavily inspired by his desire to find someone who shares the same passion as him, the longing to hold someone in a way that nobody else could, intimacy in it’s purest form.

“It sounds a bit pathetic, I’m known for my work in the art of passion and, to put it simply, sex; but I haven’t been able to find the company of a lover myself. Perhaps that’s just the consequence of being a hopeless romantic, then again, you wouldn’t know the feeling of being lonely in romantics, I assume.” He said calmly, a small giggle ending his tangent.

“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” You look into the mug in your hands, your reflection swirling in the tea, your face looks back at you, eyes sunken in and sad, “To put it nicely… my husband robs me of solitude, but fails to offer me company.” You shouldn’t be talking about Haru like this, Your husband works many hours, tirelessly providing you with the house and connections for you to pursue a career in writing. But that wasn’t the reason why your anxiety was swirling in your stomach.

Looking back up at Hongjoong, the same dark expression sits on his face, a minuscule smirk, barely there even if you squint, “Well, we’re friends now, aren’t we? I could keep you company.”

That. That was a quality of him that you noticed fairly early on, you can never read his true intentions, suggestive prose with just enough deniability to gracefully reject him without the conversation becoming inappropriate.

But your anxiety wasn’t caused by that, no, it was caused by the fact that you didn’t want to reject him.

“I’d like that, Maybe we could head to a bar and get drinks there too? My husband won’t be back for a few months because of a business trip. I could use the company.” You say, looking at him through your lashes, he knows his effect on you, and the mental gymnastics that both of you play over the table was just appropriate enough that to anyone listening, it’s just two friends agreeing to get drinks later in the day.

But to both of you, well, only the two of you know what’ll happen once the sun goes down.

A few drinks in and you’re already tipsy, “You know- hic- my husband is being a dick to me.” You drunkenly slurred, “This novel I’ve been writing for over two years now is fucking me in the ass- I- I want to finish it so desperately but all he does is sucks the soul out of me. He’s a giant pain in the ass-!”

Hongjoong giggles at this, loudly talking over the music of the bar, “Your husband is a dick! Your work is amazing, If I were him, I would do anything to help you get rid of that writer’s block, you know, give you inspiration.” tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’d do that?” You ask, clinging onto his arm, “Thank youuuu Joongie bug~ you’re the best-!” You giggle into his arm, your weight pressing against his side, you’ve only known him for three months at this point, but his ideas and influence on your work improved your writing and motivation drastically.

“Joongie bug? That’s new, you’ve only known me for- what? 3 months? You’re already calling me nicknames!” He holds the back of your head gently, pressing his forehead onto yours, “I should give you a nickname too… Starlight, how does that sound?” At this point, you tune out every other sound other than the sound of his voice and the pounding of your heart.

This man had you in a chokehold the moment you met him, you were fucking doomed from the start.

“Starlight? Yeah, I like it more than a little bit.” You say softly, your words almost getting lost in the noise of the bar.

“Let’s move to somewhere quieter, yeah? Tell me more about your work, we can head to my place to settle down for a bit.” There it is, the same dark, barely there smirk that plagues your stomach with butterflies.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Arriving at Hongjoong’s place, you take a quick look around his apartment, everywhere you look is a pop of color, bold splotches of vibrant hues made the place look like it was pulled straight out of the 80s, “Joongie, your place is amazing, the furniture brings me so much joy~” You giggle a bit, sitting down at the plush red velvet couch shaped like a seashell.

“Thanks! Most of the furniture is thrifted from retro thrift stores, I like this style more. It brings so much personality to the space.” He gleefully talks about them, “Do you want anything to drink? I have water, juice, and beer here.” He says, rummaging through his fridge.

“Oh, just water, please.” You say, you have a feeling that you needed to at least sober up for whatever the night brings.

He takes two glasses of water and places them down on the coffee table, It’s the only piece in the entire house that is a neutral color, a fine hardwood. You couldn’t tell what it was at a glance, not that it was important anyway.

“So, let’s talk about this book that you’ve been struggling to write now. Could you tell me what it’s about?” He asks, taking a swig of his water, you stare at his side profile while he does, sharp yet delicate features, his Adam’s apple bobbing from his drink.

Bro’s so majestic.

“Well, it’s about an artist who’s losing passion for his work, told from the perspective of his lover. It’s a spicy romance, with, in my opinion, a correct amount of sex scenes-” 

“Give me a percentage of how much of it is smut.” Hongjoong Interrupts you,

“Like… 75 percent?” He snorts at this, “Anyway, I’ve been stuck on the last spicy scene of the book, the climax, pun not intended,” You take a swig of your water, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t have experience writing that sort of thing, or lack experience in sex either, but my sex life’s been such a drag with my husband being gone for long periods of time and-”

Hongjoong interrupts you again, “And he doesn’t fuck you right, does he?”

The forwardness of his words made you freeze, you contemplated whether to reject him here, to tell him it wasn’t appropriate to talk about this with you, especially about your husband. You know how Hongjoong looks at you, It wasn’t a secret to anyone that he wants you, but he never acts in any way that is appropriate, he never makes you uncomfortable.

This was no exception, the swirling in your stomach wasn’t because of unease, no, this was because of arousal.

“No, no he doesn’t.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

This, being half-naked on Hongjoong’s bed, who, need I remind you, was not your husband.

His hands roamed your sides, the heat from his palms warming your skin, causing it to flush, his soft, plump lips pressing feather-light kisses to your neck, You could feel his breath behind your ear, his hair tickling your cheek.

“How would your husband feel if he knew what you were doing with me right now?” He asks, clearly getting off of the fact that you were in his bed, getting ready to fuck him, a man who wasn’t your husband.

“I hope he’d be disappointed, but at this point, I think he forgot about me.” You say with a chuckle at the end, trying not to ruin the mood.

Hongjoong gently pulls away from you from that, “What?” he asks quietly, the word almost getting drowned out by the hum of the air conditioning, “Sorry, I know this was supposed to be a taboo, forbidden relationship thing but… I’m angry at him.” He says, avoiding your eyes.

“I know I’ve only known you for a few months, but I never felt this way before, it fucking kills me to think that a woman like you would be forgotten, for what exactly? Work?” He said anger gradually filling his voice.

You gently cup his face, still hovering above you, “Kiss me, Hongjoong.” 

And he did.

His lips met yours in a searing embrace, just the force of his passion against yours was dizzying, fiery desire clashing to make fireworks behind the eyelids that fluttered close, You never felt this type of longing from your husband, never felt his devotion being kissed through your lips like Hongjoong’s tongue was exploring it.

At that moment, you knew you were gone.

Hongjoong pulled away from you, hazy eyes meeting yours as the string of saliva that connected your mouths broke, at that moment, Hongjoong was stuck in a  trance, his lips coming to meet yours over and over, like he couldn’t stop tasting your lips even if he tried.

Out of breath, he grabs a hold of your waist, rolling over to get you on top of him, he reaches behind you, unclasping the hooks of your bra and letting your breasts fall free from it, he cups both of them while you sit up, grinding on his hardening cock through his boxers, he groans at this, reflexively squeezing your boobs.

Placing both of our hands on his pecs, you also give them a gentle squeeze, Hongjoong notices this and giggles, passing his thumbs over your hardening nipples. Your pussy clenches onto nothing at this, a soft gasp left you as you started to grind harder against Hongjoong.

His nails started to dig into your hips, his hip desperately grinding up against you for more friction, soft moans leave him as he throws his head back against the pillows, eyes fluttering close just so he could focus on the sensations of your clothed cunt grinding against his cock through his boxers.

“God, get off of me before I cum in my underwear like a teenager.” He says with a playful groan, lifting your hips off from his crotch.

“Right, you still need to cum inside of me.” You say back playfully, his eyes darkened at this,

“Fuck, you make me want to keep you forever, taking one of your hands and placing a kiss to your palm. 

He lifts his hips up only enough to get his boxers off, shimmying it off to somewhere on the floor near his bed. You also take this time to take your underwear off, secretly hiding it under his pillow when you leaned down to kiss him again.

When you both pulled away, another string of saliva connected you two, you took two fingers to swipe at the liquid, bringing it down to rub your clit while you lowered yourself down to grind on his bare cock now.

Hongjoong hisses, “Fuck, I can feel how wet and warm you are, sweet christ.” he breathes out a shaky breath as you grind your bare wetness on his cock, lubricating the shaft for later. You moan at the contact, body slightly shaking from the friction of the tip of his cock hitting your clit occasionally.

“God, Hongjoong, fuck I need you inside me.” You desperately whine out. You lifted your hips p to finally hold his hard cock to align it with your pussy, slowly sinking down on the thick girth, you throw your head back at the satisfying stretch his dick was making you feel.

“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and warm,” He moans out, he’s definitely not shy about letting you know how good it feels with how vocal he’s being, he takes your right hand and holds it tightly, pressing it against his chest. You could feel his racing heartbeat under his skin, “Let me keep you forever, please, don’t make me beg, run away with me.”

You openly gape at him from this, You’d be a fool to accept this, especially since you’ve only known him for a fraction of the time you knew your husband, but god dammit.

“Take me with you, anywhere you want to go, I’m yours, please take me.” You say desperately, you’ve never been wanted this badly before, and god, you wanted more, for the rest of time.

Hongjoong abruptly thrusts up into you from this, tightly clenching your hand in his, still pressing on top of his racing heart under the skin, You cry out in pleasure, somehow the sensation of his heart under your palm elevates your pleasure, making you go dizzy at the thought that you’re doing this to him, and only you.

You come close to your climax embarrassingly quick, the sensation of his cock rubbing your velvet walls so perfectly made your head spin, your ears are ringing so loudly that it almost drowns out your sounds of pleasure, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Hongjoong isn’t far from you either, the same dizzying effect taking hold of his mind too, he’s too close to finishing that he could almost taste it, his moans and whines of your name leaving his lips like a mantra, a prayer, even.

“Hongjoong I’m gonna cum-!” you say frantically, pressing your forehead onto his as he meets your lips with his for the nth time, you swallow the moans he spills into your mouth as you both climax at the same time. His heart still beating frantically under your palm.

“Did you really mean that?” You ask breathlessly, “When you said you wanted me forever, did you mean it?” you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Exactly, I meant it word for word, Let me replace the ring on your finger with mine.” He smiles at you.

In the end, he did replace the ring on your finger his his, much more extravagant, and elaborate. Your husband wasn’t surprised at your sudden request for a divorce, since your marriage was already failing before you met Hongjoong.

In the end, he didn't have to know about your High Infidelity.

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Well. Here it is. My Arousal August post.

🔞 Please for the sake of everything that is good and rainbows, if you are a minor, do not interact. Things will be awkward. You need to stay a minor and stay off my post, please and thanks.

Thanks to @wooyoungmybelovedhusband & @taehyungisminee for this event.

✒ Title: Nikaido's Pretty Pet

✒ Summary: You were out at a club, for entertainment, not realizing you were going to be just that for one guy.

✒ Word Count: 2336

✒ Pairing: Nikaido{High & Low}xReader

✒ Genre: Mafia AU Smut

✒ Trope: Strangers to Lovers

✒ Kinks: Edging, Spanking, & Light choking.

✒ Warning: Minors do not enter. There's grown people's business in here. Unprotected encounter.

✒ A/N: This is smut, not my normal writing style. If you're not comfortable with it, & you are 🔞 it's not too late to keep scrolling. 💯 I figured a villain needs love too.

You stood there in the crowd, like a wall flower. Once more, you were brought to the same ritzy parties around the same kinds of people. The people you despised to be around. Some called it boredom, you identified with wanting to silently mock these patrons. There was a guy in the corner of the room that sent feelings down your spine. Every time he curved his lips to talk to his friends, you imagined what his lips tasted like. It was almost unheard of, of how this complete stranger did things for you like he did.

Turning to get a new drink, you wanted to give your eyes a break from someone this gorgeous. Little did you know, he was feeling you too. You knew nothing about him and likewise, so this was strange for you. Grabbing your drink, you sat with your friends as they drank, talking up the guys. Once they started getting handsy, you decided to bail. It was just awkward for you to be around things like this. But yet here you were, envisioning that guy’s hands all over your body. He looked over at you momentarily noticing you were leaving. He excused himself as he was curious about you too.

“You look bored,” his words flowed like butter in your ears.

“A little, I'm ready to leave but they just got preoccupied.”

“Do things like that bother you?”

In the back of your mind, it wouldn't bother you if he did it to you.

“No, I just don't want to be here when they decide to ditch me for a rendezvous.”

He placed his hands in his pockets smiling at you. The air that followed him was strong, and he had pull. What exactly, you were unsure of. He grabbed your hand leading you to the upstairs section of the club. It was roped off but they let you both pass when they saw him.

The music was muted a little as everything sounded far away. He circled you a bit getting a good look; you just froze. He towered above you, significantly taller than you, which was another thing you found attractive. He moved your hair behind your shoulders, sending goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

“Is there anything I can do to make your night less. . boring?” He stopped right in front of you with lust in his eyes.

Normally, you’d be put off immediately, but he was different.

“Oh, I'm not sure.”

The distance closed between you both, your breath staggering a bit from the suddenness. The cologne he wore was the nicest you’ve smelled in your time of being on earth. He sat down in front of you, scanning you up and down making sure you saw him. He motioned for you to come to him, which you obliged. Now you were towering over him.

“I have an idea,” he lightly placed his hands on the outside of your thighs pulling you closer to him.

When you tried to sit down, he shook his head. His touch was beginning to make you squirm. He raised your dress slowly, trailing his fingertips upwards. With the dress you had on, you had to sacrifice complete coverage to keep the lines minimal. Once your dress was over your hips, you were all but hypnotized. He turned you slowly taking in the sight of your bare ass complemented by a little black lacey thong.

“I don’t even know your name.” You tried to break out of this invisible hold he had on you, pulling back down your dress.

“Nikaido, the pleasure is mine, and could be yours.”

You thought for a moment that this could be a fun way to pass the time, but you weren't so sure of being just a quick lay to entertain him.

“What, so you can have entertainment for one night?”

“It doesn't have to be just one night.”

He leaned forward grabbing your hips. His touch was entrancing. His eyes never left yours, kissing your thighs. You bit your lip torn between surrendering to him or slapping him. Luckily for him, you wanted him to feel you; to taste you. It was when he started to add tongue to his kisses that you tried to find something to hold onto. His tongue reached your inner most thigh right where the thong thinned out. Feeling his wet tongue sent you into overdrive; just imagining what he could do inside you.

Your hand naturally found itself in his hair, while he gripped your ass giving it a nice squeeze.

“How does your voice sound when pleasured?”

He moved your thong from behind inserting his tongue inside you. You let out a long whimper like you had never been eaten before. Removing his tongue, he looked up at you as your eyes told him to continue.

“Just as I imagined,” he smirked reinserting his tongue. His tongue danced inside of you as you bit your lip, more moans escaping your lips.

One of your hands trailed up to your body as you gripped your neck bringing it down to lower the top of your dress. He brought his hand up pulling your bra up under your breast, revealing them for him. He placed your perky nipple between his fingers as he massaged you; lapping you harder. Your moaning picked up just for him to suckle you. You tried to lean forward, but he kept you straight.

When he stood up, he decided to push you on the couch. He wasn’t done tasting you just yet. He got in position between your legs again, inserting a finger. His tongue went in and out, in and out simultaneously with his finger. If it wasn’t for the music, you were sure the club could hear you. He wanted you to scream his name. He needed to hear you scream his name. Your hips naturally wanted to dance with his tongue, you began bucking with his movement. His grip on your thigh got tighter. You were sure there’d be marks from how tightly he was gripping, but you didn’t care a bit. When he started slurping you, you placed your hand in his hair; riding his face faster.

He could feel your walls tighten as he pulled back. He was going to deny you completion to have a hold on you. Nikaido wanted you to beg for him. He'd want it no other way. He kissed you up your body taking your breast in his mouth flicking his tongue back and forth. He placed his hand in your hair giving it a tug.

“Let’s play a game. How long can you hold out?”

“Excuse me?” You came back into reality.

“You'll still get yours, but on my terms.”

He was so close to your face, that your heart began to beat fast. Nikaido closed the distance between you as his lips crashed onto yours. His fingers found a way on the outside of your thong. He was going to tease you as long as he could. His whole hand was resting on you moving it back and forth. You just wanted him to find his way back inside of you, but he was going to delay every minute of that. Nikaido went back to your breasts. That was one thing he discovered; you liked breast play. He was going to use that to his full advantage. Squeezing you, he looked up at you so you could not only feel him, but see him use his tongue to perk you back up. Slowly and lightly, he ran his tongue against the tip of your nipple. Biting your lip did nothing in his pleasure- torture game he was playing.

Nikaido went to your other breast to share attention. You threw your head back arching your back. Him rubbing on the outside of your thong was exciting you even more. He got back down between your thighs, biting them, all while running his tongue along the inner most part. You tried to move it out of his way, but he slapped your ass hard. A yelp escaped your lips, seeing him menacingly smirk. He turned you around with you resting on your knees. Anytime you tried to help navigate him, he'd firmly slap you. This was a new experience that you weren't against.

Pleading for him, he continued on. Your thong was beginning to get soaked from his tongue, you moaned for him. You squeezed your breast fully in his hold. These minutes felt like hours.

“Become my pet and I might give you what you want, dirty girl,” his words were smooth with a light growl mixed in.

“I'm your pet.”

As soon as that statement left your lips he moved your thong to the side licking your lips. You started backing up on him as you were finally able to release. Just as you started to run away from his tongue, he gripped your thighs tightly, leaving marks, forcing you to stay.

“No ma'am. You wanted it, you’re getting it,” a slap and squeeze followed his words. “If you stop backing up, we'll just start all over.”

You looked back at him moaning, grabbing his arm. If you even stopped for a moment, he was going to stop. There was no way you could hold out again. You went back and forth with his tongue inside of you. He put his lips on yours slurping, the sound driving you crazy. He cleaned up your juices like he had been starving for days. You were out of breath, legs shaking. You heard the metal of his belt, Nikaido having more plans for you. He really liked this position on you. Your ass was showing his hand print from the slapping, as a result of you not following his orders. This was going to be fun for him. His hand ran along your ass, slapping both sides. He got in position as you could feel his member on the outside of you. He only inserted himself a little, doing tiny thrusts. At first he prevented you from backing up on him, anytime you tried, just like before, he’d give you a good slap.

Your voice started singing for him when you moaned. He bent you down more than before, speeding up the thrusts. He never fully inserted just yet, this was a game to him. To have you yearn and desire him inside of you. Nikaido finally thrusted deep enough in you to have you shriek. For leverage, he gripped your hips pounding you. You had a mix of pleasure and pain, as you tried to breathe through it.

“Back up on me or else.”

You followed his orders. All you knew was that it felt wonders to have him inside of you. He suddenly pulled out as he stood up to pull you up. He laid back on the chaise lounge motioning for you to ride him. You caught your breath, sitting on him moaning as he went deeper. You rocked back and forth on him, rotating your hips for him. It was the lip bite he did that did it for you. He placed his thumb to his mouth to get it wet before he started teasing your nub. The circular motions sent ecstasy coursing thoroughly through your body. You whimpered while he pushed you back a little to get a better view. He knew all the right things to rock your world.

Nikaido grabbed your breasts while you were bouncing. He squeezed running his thumb along your nipple. You placed your hand on his, his grip tightening. No matter how hard he gripped you, he never crossed over into the straight painful aspect. His hand went back to your hips helping you bounce. Just as you could start feeling yourself release, he pulled you off.

“Please let me cum,” you pleaded for his mercy. It was straight torture you were built up to the extreme to just have him prevent your home coming.

A smirk formed across his lips. “You want that?”

You nodded your head, it was almost too much to bare. He laid you down on your side as he went fully in. He grabbed your knee thrusting hard and slowly. Your lips, your expressions, and your eyes pleaded for Nikaido. Whimpering mixed with moaning sped him up and made him go wild. His hand wrapped firmly around your throat. This was one thing you never understood as a kink; at least not until tonight. He gave you a firm squeeze, feeling his thumb press harder onto you. He bit your neck, his plan was to mark you up. To make you less available from here on out to anyone other than he.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered in your ear, stopping his thrusts.

“I want you.”

“Good girl. Show me how much,” he lifted your leg rubbing you faster.

You rotated your hips to try and keep up with him. The sound of you two melding together was sexy. Again, you were lucky to have the music drown you out. You felt yourself beginning to release, scared that he was going to stop. This time, he let you finish. He took you to a level you never imagined. He smiled releasing inside you as well, doing a few more thrusts to completely empty.

“Good girl,” He climbed off of you smirking, grabbing a towel for you.

He started to button his shirt back, while you adjusted your dress. When he sat down, he kissed you; placing his business card in your hands.

“I'll be in touch, you better be ready any time I call on you.”

His cockiness was almost a bit much, he left like he had other things to do.

“You don't have my number,” you stopped him.

“Oh but I do,” he smirked continuing out the door.

You fixed your hair noticing the marks. He got you good. It was a little embarrassing on the location of your rendezvous, but it was a night to remember.

[ja3hwa]

hi for the 3k thing i forgot what's it called 😅 but can you do a jongho smut with 13, 21 and 30?

'Cum, Sweat and Tears'

Prompts : 13 "I want you. All of you" 21 "please", 30 "make me yours"

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Getting intoxicated with your very dominant boyfriend is proven to be a blessing in disguise.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 501

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Pure Filth. No plot.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sub!Jongho x Dom/Switch!Reader (Fem)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Unprotected sex (oops) oral, begging, crying, pet names, mentions of alcohol and weed. Swearing. Jongho is pussy dunk woops.

This is also dedicated to Arousal August, which is hosted by the amazing @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee ♡. I went for the kinks [Overstim/Edging/Dacryphilia] and the Trope [Established Relationship]. Enjoy ♡♡

Note : I hope you enjoy this. It's short but sweet, hehe.

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Whines. Panting. Screams. He was begging for anything and everything. Just a little more, your voice taunted him. Be a good boy and let go. He was shaking feeling his cock slip so deliciously into your mouth. His hips bucked, feeling his head spin from the alcohol and weed. He didn’t expect to be in this predicament with your warm, wet tongue swirling around his tip. 

“Please.” His whimpers grew louder, tears threatening to spill down his hot red cheeks. You watched his face contort through your lashes as your hand pumped at a slow but steady pace. The filthiest noise came from your mouth as you slurped him up before making a pop noise as you let him go. 

You lent down and kissed his tummy, lazily pumping him before stopping to sit up on your knees. “Having fun there baby?”

“God, Please.” He repeats again too fucked out to think of anything other than your lips around his cock. “I want you, all of you.”

You smirked, kissing his navel all the way up to his neck, then finally latching your lips to his. His muffled voice tries to escape but your abuse on his mouth conflicts with him. His mind is scattered, feeling the urge on exploding. You grab his cock again and he let out a hiss, feeling sensitive already from the edging. He's needed you so bad, needed you to make you, his. Completely. 

“Please, please, please. Oh God, make me yours. I wanna feel your cunt―FUCK.” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he suddenly gasp out the whiniest noise you’ve ever heard escape his lip while feeling his cock slip deep into your wet pussy. You clench immediately, making his hiccup in desperation, mumbles and babbles spilling from his pussy drunk mind. “Fuck, fuck, nmugh, tight, w-warm. Baby ahh.” 

You’ve never heard him sound so desperate. Your sweet dominant lover, crumbling but your soft touch. His tears, and fucked out expression made your cunt flutter as you speed up, riding him harsh and rough. He hiccuped, cries and whales spilling from his lips as he felt himself cum deep inside you before he could alert you. “Fuuuckk..” You sighed slowing down before leaning down, giving him a slow, breathless kiss. 

“Good Boy…” You whispered.

- ♥︎

[sanjoongie]

Roomie for Hire

Submission #3 for Arousal August held by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee

♠Pairing: Stray Kids, Hyunjin x Reader (f) ♠Au/Trope: roommates to lovers trope, mafia au ♠Word Count: 913 ♠Warnings: humiliation, degradation kink, penetrative sex with protection ♠Rating: 18+, MDNI ♠Synopsis: when you find out that your roommate is in the mafia, you rolled your eyes, assuming the man was talking out of his ass. But when one night of adrenaline makes you realize how close to danger you really are, you let Hyunjin make you feel better ♠Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland thank you my darling betas

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“Fuck me, you’re squeezing me so tight, you really wanted me bad, didn’t you, you little slut?”

You whine as Hyunjin fucks you from behind, fingers digging into the curve of your hips.

He owed you, after putting you through hell today. The way some thugs had bombarded you at the grocery store had traumatized you. Lucky for you, Hyunjin had been on his way to meet you there when you texted him that you were tired of shopping for the two of you. You had never been so turned on by a man’s grin, eager for battle. He fucked up the thugs and then escorted you home, just in case.

With fear and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you had picked a fight with Hyunjin. That’s how you ended up with your face down and your ass up on the couch, getting fucked good, as an apology for putting you through such a situation. But Hyunjin had discovered you responded quite well to being humiliated, so here you were. 

“Don’t,” You whine, feeling embarrassment at the fact of being such a simp for this man.

“Oh, don’t worry!” Hyunjin coos, “I’ll only hold this over your head for a few months then we can go back to being normal roommates.”

“Hyun..” You pant under him. He is hitting such a good spot inside of you, with a pace that is making your insides twist with lust. 

“Want it faster? Rougher? You’re such a little slut, who knew,” Hyunjin continues to mock you.

You whine again, drool pooling into the cushion below you. The squelching noises your cunt is making as Hyunjin picks up his pace is embarrassing. What you felt for your sassy and a bit condescending roommate is embarrassing. Why is he fucking you so good?

Hyunjin grabs your arms by the elbows, pulling you up off the couch. Your whines become loud moans as the angle change is everything. Hyunjin is able to pummel into your pussy at a quicker rate and he is grunting as you clench down on him. 

“You’re so down bad for me, slut,” Hyunjin says, the smirk in his voice apparent. 

“Hyunjin!” You whine, unable to hide your face in the sheets anymore. 

“Damn, I should have been fucking this pussy ages ago!” Hyunjin grunts, “I could have been paying for your half of the rent with puss this good.”

“I!--don’t!--wait!--unngffffff.” In reality, you can’t put any words together to argue with him. Your mind is clouded with lust. All you can focus on is how your stomach keeps curling, your orgasm approaching quickly. 

“Maybe I’ll bring in Chan and Changbin. They can pretend to rough you up a bit and molest you and get you all wet and ready for me, hmm? Would you like that, you little slut? A dirty scenario of me fucking you in front of some burly guys that just finger banged you and twisted your nipples as they held back your arms?” Hyunjin runs his mouth some more but you are reacting to it.

You groan and squirm but your pussy only gets wetter at his words and Hyunjin can tell. "Oh, you dirty slut," Hyunjin chuckles, "You loved the sound of that, didn't you?"

"Please," You whine but you're not even sure what you're asking for anymore.

"You wanna come?" Hyunjin teases, "Beg for it. Beg for my dick to pound into you and make you squirt."

You have no more pride left anymore. "Please Hyunjin, wanna come, wanna come on your pretty cock, fuck me Hyun, fuck me harder, I wanna come."

“Geez, you really have no shame when it comes to your cunt, huh?” Hyunjin teases but nonetheless, gives you exactly what you need.

Hyunjin pulls you up, fully vertical, a tattooed hand wrapped loosely around your throat. It’s not threatening, merely possessive and it gives you goosebumps. His hips continued to slap against your ass. Hyunjin’s plush lips touch your ear as he whispers into it. “Come for me, you little cum slut.”

You shudder and cry out and come upon command. Hyunjin rides your climax, your thighs shuddering against his, and then he holds himself inside of you, filling up the condom around him. When your pussy stops fluttering around him, he pulls out and tsks when you fall in exhaustion to the couch. “I should have fucked you raw, didn’t realize you thought my dick was so pretty.”

“Hyunjin, I’m going to find the knife you probably hide under your mattress and mark up your face,” You threaten, “When I get my energy back, you fucking wait.”

Hyunjin patronizingly pats your plump ass. “Sure thing, Roomie.”

“Hyun?” You say in a tone that sharpens his instincts immediately

“Yeah?” Hyunjin calls out, having made his way to the bathroom to tie off and throw his condom out, tucking himself back into his pants.

“They’re not going to come to the apartment, are they?” Your voice wobbles in worry.

Hyunjin saunters back into the living room. “Don’t worry about it. I already texted Jisung. We’ll crash at his place. Lix is gone for some stupid fashion week mission he’s got. It’s fine.”

Clearly you didn’t look reassured enough because Hyunjin rolls his eyes dramatically. “If you still don’t feel safe we can show Jisung how long you can cockwarm me?”

You throw a pillow at Hyunjin and he laughs. “Jisung isn’t that big of a perv.”

Hyunjin cackles, “If only you knew.”

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[fictionadventurer]

August: Day 21

Adventures

Helped my little niece drink a little glass of lemonade and it may have been the most sweet and wholesome thing I've done all month

Writing

Wrote a few sentences of the first scene of my Goose Girl retelling

Made a post potentially finalizing the theme of this year's Inklings Challenge

Explained the rules of signing up for the Inklings Challenge

[konigsblog]

sundress season with stepbrothers simon, johnny, and gaz. ☀️

;wearing no panties beneath your sundress.

CW: STEPCEST, PERV!STEPBROTHERS. MDNI 18+ DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

your stepbrothers are on the edge of their seats, waiting for summer to roll around, for you to stop wearing baggy jumpers and sweatpants, and for you to finally show off the body they crave.

johnny especially adores the sundresses you wear. they all do, but johnny can't manage to keep his perverted eyes or hands off of your gorgeous body. it makes your tight ass look fantastic, and your hips look wider in the short and skimpy dress. he can't keep his filthy hands away from you, cupping your breasts and grinding against you slowly in an attempt to seduce and convince you into allowing him to fuck you.

you like to spend a lot of time with them, especially outside in august's heat, smoking cigarettes together while the sun sets. you notice simon's eyes wander, the slight breeze lifting your dress, revealing your bare ass and tight pussy, completely naked beneath the skirt, your cunt coated in a glimmer of your sweet arousal.

you're taunting them again; you always somehow know how to get them riled up, their dicks twitching in their boxers at the realisation. gaz's breath quickens, and he puts his lighter down, his cigarette held tightly between his two scarred fingers. he looks at you with a grin on his face, all three of them beginning to corner you in. simon sucks in a sharp breath as he grips your ankles tightly, spreading them apart to admire your slick pussy. simon puts his cigarette out on your soft thighs, listening to the way you giggle and whine, johnny's lips pressed against yours to muffle your laughter and pleasure.

gaz kneels down beside your head, his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing you to open your lips so he can ease down your throat. johnny's fingers pull your dress down so he can see your tits, his fingers twisting and pulling on them while you whimper at the ache. simon's hot cock eases inside slowly, his fingernails blunt yet leaving marks along your hips from the firmness of his hold. each thrust causes you to moan louder than the last, stifled by gaz's swollen dick pushed between your soft lips.

johnny's scarred and calloused fingertips run over your nipples, wrapping his lips around them, sucking on them while you take kyle's dick down your throat. he hears your gags and your moans as simon quickens his already rough pace, balls smacking against your cunt, the impact bound to leave you raw and sore for days to come. the sight of you revealed to them in that pretty dress leaves their dicks drooling and leaking, with johnny's only getting harder at the sight of you acting like such a dirty slag for them.

you swallow pearly globs of gaz's hot cum, running down the back of your throat, the salty and sweet taste lingering on your tongue. johnny is quick to grip your jaw and turn your face towards him, tasting the saltiness on your lips as he rolls his tongue over your bottom lip. simon is already inching closer to his orgasm, with each thrust deeper than the last, his broad and muscular hips rutting against you, and his swollen, meaty cock stretching your hole out.

his sensitive tip begins spurting ropes of his milky load all over your cunt, coated in a thick layer of simon's arousal, with your pearly drops of sweet release smeared along your supple, soft thighs.

[spiteless-xo]

31 with gojo!

what's this? me working on a request from...... august??? say it isn't so 💀

sorry this is short! i'm trying to get back into things

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╰┈➤ smut prompts - 31. “I could watch you ride me all day."

ft. gojo/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex, cum eating), explicit language. 1,215 words.

"Getting tired?"

"No."

Your breathless response has Gojo grinning from beneath you, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips as you bounce up and down on his lap.

"You sure?" he drawls, smirking up at you.

You frown, brows crinkling together as you press your palms against the smooth, hard muscles on his chest. "I'm -- I'm sure."

His smirk slips into a lazy grin, head tipping backward to rest against the pillows with a slow sigh. You watch his bright blue eyes trail from your face to your bouncing breasts, before slipping to where your two bodies meet.

"Good," he hums, "because I could watch you ride me all day."

"We don't have all day," you remind him, pressing more of your weight into his chest as you bounce on his cock. "Hurry up and cum already."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me," he teases, but you feel his grip on your hips tighten as he helps guide your movements.

"Satoru," you hiss, but the bite in your tone is negated by the soft whimper you make when his hips snap up to meet yours.

"You're so sexy when you're mean to me," he says. It's almost infuriating how calm and level his voice is as your hands ball into tight fists on his chest, your body curling forward into him as he keeps hitting you right there. "I love it when you tell me what to do."

"Faster."

"Oh yeah?"

You clench your eyes shut tightly and bite down on your lower lip to try to muffle yourself as Gojo's hands shift to your ass. He squeezes you hard, slamming you down onto his cock and filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Like this?" he asks, his voice a low grumble against your ear when you curl completely forward into his chest.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering and whining and just letting him guide your body while you lay on top of him. You can hardly breathe each time he fills you, his cock pushing against the tight, wet walls of your cunt as you squeeze around him.

He laughs, removing one hand from your ass only to return it with a swift slap! The skin burns against his palm and he doesn't even give you the courtesy of a soothing rub before he pulls his hand back and does it again.

"Why's this always happen, huh?" he asks, pressing his nose against your cheek. "You're supposed to be riding me, but I'm doing all the work."

You hear the slight waver in his voice when he speaks, filling you with the burn of desire as you realize he's close. He's trying to hide it from you, but you can tell.

Pressing your palms against the pillow on either side of his head, you lift yourself up to look down at the man below you and he looks even more wrecked than he sounds -- pink flushed cheeks, dreamy eyes -- you swell with a sense of victory.

"Satoru," you moan, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, letting your mouth fall open.

You watch his brows twitch up, eyes tracing across your face as his tongue runs across his lower lip. "Yeah, baby?"

You start throwing your hips back against his, meeting each of thrusts and you watch him choke on air -- his brows creasing in the centre as he throws his head back in pleasure. Gojo's mouth falls open in a soft moan and his throat bobs softly as he swallows.

"Fuck," he says, fingers digging harder into your skin. "Just like that."

His chest heaves with each breath and you can see beads of sweat forming along his hairline, clinging to the white strands of hair as he shifts his head back to face you. Gojo blinks up at you, his bright blue eyes growing dark in arousal as he grits his teeth.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, and you just nod encouragingly.

You watch his face as his breathing grows shallow, the blunt nails on his fingers digging into your skin as his pace grows hurried -- sloppy.

"Cum for me, Satoru," you whisper, waiting to lean forward until you see his eyes roll back, capturing his lips with your own to swallow back his moans.

His strong hands hold you firmly against his hips as his cock twitches inside of you, spilling his hot cum against the walls of your pussy while you suck on his tongue. Gojo's hands slide up your back, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and holding you close against his body.

You only pull away once you feel his body relax beneath you, resting your elbows down on the bed as you brush the hair from his eyes. He's still breathing hard and holding you tight, but the tender gesture has him blinking up at you with soft, adoring eyes.

Your heart swells, but this time from love as you feel your heart beat against his chest. You love moments like this -- just the two of you together, tangled in one another and breathing each other's air.

From his hairline, you trail your fingers down the side of his face and along his jaw, settling there as you brush his cheek with your thumb. You've never been more in love with him than here in this moment.

And then he ruins it by speaking.

"Not your best work," he says, and you roll your eyes with a groan. You try to pull away from him, but his hold on you is firm. "You really gotta work on your stamina."

"Let go of me," you protest, but you only half-heartedly tug against his hold. "We have to go, Satoru. We're already late."

"Did you cum?"

"No, but --"

"Woah! You gotta cum."

You squeal in delight as he rolls you over onto your back, pressing you into the mattress with his weight as he looks down at you. "I'm not going to leave you unsatisfied," he says, frowning.

"We're already late, we don't have time for this," you repeat, but he's already slipping his now-softening cock from inside you and trailing kisses down your neck. You can feel his warm cum spilling from inside of you and the sensation has you shivering in arousal.

"We're already late," he repeats, "so what's a few more minutes?"

"Minutes?" you scoff, but your hands are already tangling in the soft locks of his hair, guiding him down your torso as he kisses along your sternum. "You think you can get me off that quickly?"

"I know I can," he says, eyes flicking up to your face as he sinks his teeth into the skin on your stomach. "Unlike you, I'm good at sex."

You have half a mind to kick him off of you, but he's already hooking your leg over his shoulder and trailing his hot, wet mouth against your inner thigh.

"That's rich, coming from the guy who came first," you tease, but your breath catches in your throat when you feel his lips press against the crease of your thigh.

"Me?" he gasps in mock outrage, breathing warm air against your clit as he moves to press his lips against your other thigh. "But you have no proof."

And before you can respond, you feel his tongue lapping at the mess between your thighs.

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NSFW — morning sex, soft, dom!ellie sub!reader (ellie x fem!reader)

The sun slips through the crevices of the blinds, spilling into the room in delicate rays of golden. The harmony of birdsong gently fills the room as it slips past the slightly open window. It’s warm enough to let the soft summer breeze coax you from a delicate slumber, and your eyes flutter open at the sounds and smells of early August.

The fresh sheets are crumpled, one of your legs is wrapped in the white fabric while the other lays on top of it. A tender hand caresses the skin of your bare thigh and you squint through tired eyes, sensitive to the morning light.

Your girlfriend peers down at you, propped up by her elbow, head resting in hand. Her thick strands of auburn are perfectly messy, eyes drowsy and lips pouty from sleep and your kisses the night before. The honey beams stretch across her face, accentuating each and every freckle that illustrates her skin. You smile up at her, capturing her addicting scent as you breathe in.

“Morning.” You mumble through a tired voice.

“G’morning.” Ellie says back, “how'd you sleep?”

“Good,” you sigh happily, “and you?”

“Best sleep in a while.” She grins slowly, closing her eyes to bask in the warm air.

She reaches out for you, gathering you in her arms and burying her face in the crook of your neck. She leaves gentle kisses down the skin, pressing her nose into you and inhaling deeply.

“You smell so good.” She mutters against you, “so sweet.”

Her hands slide down your bare sides, already stripped of clothing from the night before. Her nails lightly graze at your waist, then slip a lot lower, cupping at your ass and giving it a soft squeeze.

“Hurts?” She asks through a smile.

You roll your eyes playfully, “a bit.”

“M’sorry.” Ellie grins into your neck, “I’ll take care of you today, promise.”

She’s always so sweet after a rough night, a side she reserves only for you. It shocked you at first to see her this way when she’s usually so rigid, but her heart melts for you and she’s not worried about being so vulnerable.

Your fingers lace through her hair, brushing out the tangles carefully as her lips journey across your collarbones, carefully kissing the purple marks she left to tattoo your skin. You instinctively wrap your legs around her body as she rolls over on top of you, weaving your hands together and pinning them into the pillows.

“Just relax, m’kay?” She whispers, her warm tongue dragging down your chest and taking a nipple into her mouth.

She sucks and bites it, but not roughly. She takes her time to worship your body, offering you quiet noises of approval to tell you how much she loves it. She caresses your boob with her hand, the other holding both wrists above your head now, and you whimper softly at the feeling of her tongue gently flicking over your hardened nipple.

“That feels good.” You sigh quietly and her eyes move up to admire your pretty face.

She moves her mouth away from you with a soft pop, letting go of your wrists to glide her hands down your navel. Her slender fingers reach between your thighs and she groans softly as they rest against your slick folds.

“This wet already?” Her green eyes glaze over as she stares up at you, pressing her fingertips carefully against your clit.

She scoots down, her body disappearing under the sheets so her head is the only thing visible. She gently spreads your legs, sliding her hands up your thighs and then pulling them down so they drape over her shoulders. She plants messy kisses across your lower abdomen, hot tongue swirling across the flesh and making your breath hitch.

“I love this body so fucking much.” She says in a strained voice, she sounds so desperate for you it makes you even wetter, “you have no idea how lucky I am to get to do this.”

Her lips move to your inner thighs, nose pressing into their softness as she inches closer and closer to the place she craves the most. The smell of your arousal and your soft whines are enough to drive her wild and she can’t take it anymore, burying her face between your legs.

“Mmmh,” she moans, causing vibrations to ripple through you, “s’good baby.”

Her licks are slow and drawn out as she cherishes the taste of your pussy, sucking gently on your clit before repeating a long, steady lick from your entrance and back to your clit again. She stares up at you, green eyes hazy and full of desire and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

You sweep dark strands away from her forehead, sliding a hand across her scalp and burying your fingers in her hair, gently tugging as she slowly starts to tongue fuck you. The sound of her heavy breathing and the lapping at your wetness travel upwards to harmonize with your soft moans. Your head falls back against the pillows and your thighs squeeze around her head as you feel that coil in your stomach begin to unwind.

She spreads your legs even more, pulling her mouth away for a moment and sliding her middle finger between your folds. She slowly pushes it into your entrance but you hiss in pain and she quickly stops her movements, looking up at you with worry.

“You okay?”

“It just hurts,” your cheeks flush pink, “you know, after last night.”

Ellie frowns but you’re quick to ease her concern as you cup her cheek.

“Just keep using your mouth, that’s all I need.”

She pauses for a moment and then pushes herself up, flipping over so she’s laying on her back. You look across at her in confusion and a smile tugs at her lips.

“Sit on my face.” She says almost desperately.

You hesitate for a moment, chewing at your bottom lip and she reaches out for you.

“C’monnnn.” She coaxes, a lazy smirk on her face.

You crawl over and shyly sit on her hips and then slowly move so you’re hovering above her face. She reaches up, wrapping strong arms around your thighs.

“Mm-mm, don't hover,” she commands, fighting against your strength as you’re reluctant to put your full weight on her, “I want you to suffocate me, baby.”

With a yank you lose your balance and gasp as her face is smothered in your pussy. You feel her nose press against your clit and her tongue licks and sucks at your entrance, and you hear the sound of it sliding in and out of you. She moans loudly against you, sending waves of vibration to course through you. You tip your head back, whining her name as she eats you out as if she's starving.

You look down at her, face sandwiched between your thighs and dark eyes staring up at you. She’s so pussy drunk as you grind your hips against her open mouth, her tongue swirling around your clit and then sucking it over and over again until your thighs start to shake.

You grab onto her head for support, feeling yourself come undone as she forces you to rock against her face with her arms. You’re almost there, and with a last suck to your clit and a deep groan that ripples through you, you are sent over the edge.

You cry out, pushing yourself off of her before you completely crush her and you both lay beside each other, gasping for breath. She licks her lips, your come dripping down her chin and she leans over to kiss you, moaning as your taste meets both of your tongues.

“Good job, baby.” She mutters, kissing your cheek softly, “that feel good, huh?”

You can only nod, droplets of perspiration decorating your forehead and chest heaving as you recover from your orgasm. She chuckles lowly and sits up, stretching her arms above her head.

“Coffee?”

[starlitmark]

Summary: Maybe you shouldn’t have pressed his buttons so hard… Pairing: brother’s best friend!Yunho x fem!reader Genre: smut Tropes: brother’s best friend au Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, some crying  Smut Warnings: hate sex, choking, degradation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, sub-dropping Word Count: 1,408 Note: we’ve reached the end of Arousal August! I hope you’ve all enjoyed this <3 thank you again to the amazing @mejuii for beta/proofing this!!

Your relationship with Yunho has always been, we’ll say, strained. You can’t stand him despite him being your brother’s best friend and roommate. Something about his stupidly handsome face makes you want to scream. You had come over to their shared apartment with the understanding that Mingi would be there. He had told you he didn’t have anything to do today and that you would have your weekly sibling date today. Yet here you are with no Mingi on the premise. You can hear Yunho in his room doing who knows what. Weighing your options, you end up walking down the short hallway toward his room. You don’t even bother knocking on the doorframe when you get there. Taking one rather nasty look at Yunho, you sigh before speaking.

“Where’s Mingi?” you ask with a sharp tone.

“Hell, if I know. He’s not here, so you can see yourself out. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” he hisses, not looking up from his laptop.

“Very funny, Yunho. I know you know where he is.” You bite back.

“You’re so fucking nosey. Why don’t you just fucking leave?”

You dare to step into his room and give him a glare from where you were standing. You’re challenging him. He never does anything when Mingi’s around. Now that his best friend isn’t, you want to see if he will. With a smirk plastered on your lips, you walk further into the room and right over to his bookshelf.

“You read some shit books.” You state, running your finger along the spines of the books, “If you want something good to read, I guess I could give you better mat-”

Your words are stolen from your lips when you feel a hand grab your shoulder and spin you around. Yunho is not but a foot from your face. There’s a flame in his eye as he has you there pinned against the wall. After the initial shock, you’re back to where you were. You’re absolutely having too much fun pushing his buttons.

“Damn, Yunho. If you wanted to get me pinned to the wall, you could’ve just asked. Though, I doubt you’d be able to take care of me.” You provoke.

Yunho all but growls and wraps a hand around your throat. He doesn’t put any pressure on your neck, but the presence alone has your heart racing.

“I’m fucking tired of your little attitude,” he says far too calmly.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You fight back, still not daring to move. 

“You want proof I can take care of you?” He offers, slightly putting pressure on the sides of your neck.

“You mean just for me to be right about you not knowing how to? I’d love to.”

Before you can process it, you’re clothes are gone, and you’re pinned down to Yunho’s bed. One of his large hands is wrapped around your throat, causing you to reel in the sensation it’s causing. The other is holding your hip to ensure you don’t squirm too much. Yunho is thrusting into you at an animalistic pace, making you see stars even more. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, though. How you’re holding your noises back, you have no idea.

“Come on, don’t you wanna let those moans out? Sound like a fucking slut while I fuck you?” he growls.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice in the slightest. 

“What? Can’t use your words? Are you too far gone that you can’t fucking speak?” He chuckles, “If I had known fucking you would get you to shut up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

His grip on your throat tightens as his thrusts become harsher. That’s the straw that broke the camel’s back. You let out a loud moan, and once that one escapes, they don’t stop coming. You beg and plead for anything. Yunho is still degrading you with his filthy words that your brain can’t comprehend at the moment. You doubt you’re saying anything intelligible at the moment, anyway. In hopes of getting yourself closer to your high, you attempt to roll your hips into his thrusts. Instead, you’re greeted with a sharp slap to your thigh before his hand reclaims its place on your hip.

“Fuckin’ slut.” he bites, “You take what I give you, understand?”

You nod.

“Use your fucking words. You seem to never shut up any other time.”

“Please!” you beg, tears springing from your eyes, “Please, Yunho! I’m so so close!” you manage to say between moans. 

“You think I’ll- fuck- I’ll let you cum that easily, whore?”

“Yunho, please.” you moan, “Want you to cum inside me.” 

“Oh, is that right?” he asks condescendingly.

“Please!” you beg again, scratching his shoulders.

That’s all it takes to trigger his orgasm. His hips stutter as he cums deep inside you. His sounds, combined with the sloppy thrusts, trigger your high. Your walls flutter around him, and your nails dig deeper into his broad shoulders. He pulls out in one sharp movement and watches how his cum leaks out of you. 

He’s about to walk out of the room when he feels a disturbance in the air. When he turns around, he sees you on the brink of tears sitting on his bed. He isn’t sure what overtakes him, but he immediately swoops you up in his arms and holds you close. You cry quietly for a few moments. Murmuring something about not doing a good job. All Yunho can do is rub your back gently and coax you back into reality.

“You did so well. It was insensitive of me to walk away so soon after,” he says gently. It’s a tone he’s never used with you before.

“You hate me.” You comment weakly, “I don’t blame you for walking away.”

“I don’t,” he states plainly.

“You don’t? Why are you so mean to me whenever-”

He wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “I don’t have an explanation for that. Maybe I was deflecting what I really felt in fear of what Mingi might say.” “I’m a grown woman. I can decide who I date without Mingi’s permission.” You chuckle slightly.

“I know. I know.” he says softly, pressing a kiss into your hair, “Are you fully back with me now?”

“Mhm. I’m processing how sticky I feel now,” you admit.

Yunho chuckles, and you feel the sound vibrate through his chest. 

“Let’s get cleaned up and change the sheets. Then, does cuddling sound good to you?”

“More than.” you smile at him.

After a peaceful shower together and cleaning up the bedroom (including opening a window and lighting a scented candle), you curl up under Yunho’s arm and rest your head against his chest. It’s peace like you’ve never known another person before. It’s ironic how the person you swore you hate is the person you found yourself most at peace with. Then, you hear the front door click open and shut. Neither of you is fully awake, though, not enough to process what the sound was. Just as you open your eyes and process what that sound is, your brother is already busting through Yunho’s previously closed bedroom door. Yunho scrambles to protect your decency, which happens to be tossing himself on top of you. You squeal at the sudden movement.

“You two finally fucked it out?” Mingi asks, sounding hopeful, “It’s been goddamn years of that stupid tension!”

He walks out, forgetting to close the door behind him. Your new boyfriend sighs and gets out of bed to close the door. Just as the door is about to click shut, you hear your brother call through his door.

“If you hurt her or knock her up, I’m reserving the right to murder you still!”

You’re half tempted to walk in there and beat his ass for making that comment, but you can’t find the willpower to get out of Yunho’s comfy bed to do so. Yunho shakes his head and closes the door fully. Climbing back into bed, he wraps his arms around you again.

“How do you think he’ll react when he finds out we fuck raw?”

“Jeong Yunho!”

You smack his chest, and he lets out a bright giggle. Maybe all you really needed was to fuck it out all this time. You never hated him. You’re hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him.

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[strawberryya]

humble me down to my knees (you’re just what I need)

Seonghwa x reader

synopsis: He had to follow one rule, and he couldn't even manage to keep his filthy hands off of himself for a single week. Your bad kitty will have to be reprimanded somehow...

word count: 1k

genre/contains: smut, supernatural au - hybrid au, degradation and begging kinks, established relationship, sexual bets/rules made by your partner, sub-kitty-hybrid!seonghwa, fem bodied reader, use of nipple clamps, light bondage, overstimulation as punishment, unprotected sex.

rating: 18+

a/n: second submission to the arousal august event held by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee! this one got me all hot and bothered hsvdcjsdvh

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“I’ll be good I swear,” he whined as you let your fingertips follow the lines down his body. 

“Yeah? My kitty won’t cum without my permission tonight?” 

He nodded, the pink ears that perked up from his messy pink hair twitching as you softly traced your fingers up his cock. 

“Get on your knees then.” 

His yellow eyes begged you to show him mercy, but he was an obedient kitty. So he did, tugging only a bit on the silk ties that held his hands behind his back. They were loose since he would be able to break through anything you tied him up with anyhow, but he showed restraint.

He was leaking precum, showing you his devotion by how wet he was for you. It wasn’t all his fault what had happened that day though. You had caught him touching himself in the shower while you were out grocery shopping; something you had strictly forbidden him from doing during this one week. He wasn’t allowed to touch himself, and you had to wear an item of his choice, everywhere you went, for an entire week. He had chosen pretty butterfly clamps that drove the both of you mad when you felt them pressing on your sensitive nipples while you went on errands, and him when you snuck away from your desk to take a picture of your tits I’m the bathroom to send to your boyfriend. Today you had sent a picture just like that, and in return, you had received a nude of Seonghwa with a semi, and his fluffy tail dragging along his torso, which he knew would have you rushing to get home. 

Once you got home, however, he was in the shower, and you knew that if you joined him the groceries would never be bought. So instead, you left the apartment to quickly shop before you came home to stay in for the night. 

When you got home with multiple bags stuffed with what you two needed for the week, something was different. You could smell Seonghwa’s pheromones from the hallway, he wasn’t showering anymore. Small grunts and a low purr could be heard from your bedroom as you moved towards the scent. 

He had broken your one rule this week, and you had won the game. Now you would get to do anything and everything until he begged you for mercy tonight. 

It didn’t take much. He jumped as he saw you coming in through the door, finding him caressing himself splayed out on the bed, nothing but a towel that still clung to his thigh to cover his godlike body. Small drops of water were still running from his half-dried hair and onto his lean shoulders, following the lines of his chest until they landed on the pillowy bed beneath him. 

You had no choice but to order him to stop immediately. He winced as he let his leaking cock go. His tail swayed behind him as you made him sit up properly, no more leaning comfortably against pillows while being disobedient. 

You fetched a silk tie from his closet and quickly made sure he wouldn’t be able to please himself even if he tried. Not that he would, he knew that it would take even longer for his needs to be fulfilled if he argued. 

You pulled your shirt off once he was on his knees in front of you. His cock was reacting to the sight of the butterfly-shaped nipple clamps and his pupils dilated enough to almost make his yellow eyes completely black when your decorated tits came into his view. He was ready to beg, plead to touch you, for you to touch him, for anything and everything. 

“I promise I’ll be better, I won’t touch myself ever again without your permission! Just please, let me cum, please please please,” he whined. 

“You won’t touch that filthy cock of yours without my permission? Ever again? I don’t believe you.” 

He was almost crying now, his cock aching enough from seeing you half-naked in front of him while you let him suffer on the floor. He could cum right then and there.

You undressed fully, telling him to get up and get on the bed. He didn’t hesitate and positioned himself in the same way you had found him before. You tied his hands in front of him instead, the silk tie loosely keeping his greedy hands to himself. His cock was slapping against his abs as he eagerly awaited your dripping cunt. 

You sank down on him at a grueling pace. So slow that he thought he would pass out at any second. You were so tight and wet that he had to fight from thrusting up and bottoming out with everything he had. His pretty pink ears lay flat against his head as you began bouncing on his cock. A slow purring sound filled the room along with the moans the both of you were unable to keep to yourselves. 

“You will never disobey me again, my little kitty. I’ve been following your rules for days, you know. I’ve had to sneak away from meetings so I could cum in the bathroom to the thought of you licking these fucking nipple clamps so I could focus on work, and here I find you breaking your one and only rule after only a couple of days. If you had waited, maybe I wouldn’t have to punish you like this, instead, you would have been rewarded.” 

You kept bouncing on his cock mercilessly, panting out your words in a reprimanding tone.

“Please let me cum, don’t punish me, I’ll do anything!” He moaned. 

“Oh don’t worry, you will cum for me,” you breathed out before kissing him fiercely. The realization of how you would make him suffer tonight dawned on Seonghwa that very moment as he came undone beneath you, unloading himself inside of you as you continued clenching around him and letting the cum flow out of your cunt along with your arousal, not planning to stop fucking your disobedient boyfriend until you were satisfied.

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[pyeonghongrie]

INFERNO

Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.

Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Hongjoong X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror

AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship

Word Count: 1605

Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious)

Rating: 18+

A/N: This is my late first entry to @/wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee's Arousal August event, tysm for reading! (Dedicated to my pyeongie brothers felix and jay, honorable mention to orion)

"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, the one day you leave the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.

"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."

The metal of the constraints dig into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears.

You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.

Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.

The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red, as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.

"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself. "Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.

"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.

He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were prisoner in, the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience; which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."

He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto his skin.

"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"

You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."

You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.

The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.

Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.

The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.

The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.

You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.

He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.

He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.

He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.

He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.

His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.

You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.

He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet.

The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.

Then the coil snapped.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.

He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,

"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.

"Hongjoong, Hongjoong would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.

"Hongjoong-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.

He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.

He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.

"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.

"Oh- Hongjoong-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.

"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release.

Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Hongjoong spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.

Out of breathe, Hongjoong looks at you, "by the break of dusk, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."

He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.

By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you are now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger.

The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.

The only throne left standing is the one where Hongjoong sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.

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