#fuck these greedy ass studios

[lighthouseas]

these studios are fucking nuts what the hell. yall refuse to pay your writers fair wages and intend to starve them out of their houses and savings - these people who probably have families, mind you - all while their privileged asses are sitting on piles and piles of money in their big ass mansions that they will never spend but don't have the balls to share because clearly they missed that class in preschool.

yall absolutely have enough money to pay your writers who quite literally made the shows that filled your pockets. you just won't because you're a bunch of vile assholes. go fuck yourselves.

support the wga, support the sag-aftra if they strike too. make these execs regret the day they were born, and EAT THE RICH.

[wegc]

omg thots on 3some w 3racha in the studio….???🫣 w the door unlocked..???? eek!!!

first thought is that a 3some with 3racha is genuinely a fucking dream because HELLO!!! two super fucking buff men fucking the shit out of you and one insatiable, greedy, pussy drunk brat sloppily kissing you all over? give it to me NOW!

i can just envision being caught by changbin and jisung when you and chan are making out on the studio couch, you perched securely on his lap with two firm hands groping your ass. chan usually locks the door, but this time he was careless, and perhaps he wanted changbin and jisung to witness how he gets to have you, all desperate and out of breath after he catches them staring at you far too many times.

when poor jisung opens the door, he can’t help the flush of his face and the overwhelming sensation of his cock stirring in his sweatpants because you look so fuckable, and your ass looks so soft, and god—would you grind your cunt like that above him?

changbin wants to reprimand chan; as their hyung, he should’ve been more cautious, more responsible—they produce music here every day and now the pair of you are moments from fucking each other right on the studio couch? but he doesn't say anything. how can he when his throat becomes drier than it has ever become? how can he say anything when he’s dreamt of you in this situation for so long? and when chan finally looks over and shyly laughs before beckoning him to take you next, how can he say no when he’s fisted his cock to this very scenario?

changbin would be rough and fast, pounding you from behind, slapping your ass, and yanking your hair, almost punishing you for being such a whore—for being so keen to endure three cocks one after the other. he prays to whatever deity out there that he earns the chance of doing this again because he needs to fuck your ass; that ought to teach you a lesson! if you wanna get fucked so bad, take all three of them at once!

“god—you’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you? you’d bend over for some dick anywhere, huh?”

and chan, who landed the two of you in this predicament in the first place, calls you his greedy little thing. he’d be temperate compared to the other two, cooing and laughing breathlessly in your face, peppering you with lingering, sloppy kisses and urging you to jerk hannie off as he takes care of you.

“you like that, pretty? yeah, i know baby—you gonna cry? feels that good? can’t go a day without being filled up, hm? i’ll give it to you.”

and jisung, dirty little jisung who wants it messy—who yearns to spit in your mouth and have you choke and gag on his sore, thick cock as you’re getting fucked. jisung, who smears your mascara down your flushed cheeks and ensures you leave stains of your lipstick on his dick—he needs you to be a fucking mess.

“always so proper around everyone else—stupid slut for us though, yeah? tell me you like being used like this—nothing but a hole for us, yeah?"

or, perhaps one day, you'll make a mess out of him too. jisung wants nothing more than for you to spit in his face and slap him around. leave bruised, splotchy marks on his chest! call him your stupid fucking slut! bully him for being so desperate to eat you out! tug on his hair every time he becomes all fuzzy when he's eating you out! his eye will roll back, i promise.

either way, when they're not playing with you in the meanwhile, chan and changbin will be fisting their aching, overstimulated cocks, engraving this memory in their minds eternally to preserve it for masturbation fuel later!!!

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Caught

Cast Line Up Bonten! Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ How Your Man Reacts to someone walking in on You two being Intimate! Steamy Scenes Getting Interrupted!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ The situations Ran Keeps you in its like he wants you to get caught with his dick buried in you

✰ From Fucking in his car outside of the club to fucking you in the Bathroom with the doors unlocked at a Random party, Ran Haitani takes you there

✰ How Many times have Rindou and Sanzu Walked in on Ran fucking you dumb?? Too many to count

✰ Ran Just cocky with it, “Jealous that you don't have a babe that looks like mine? Mad you can't fuck like I do” Ran Singsong as he fucks you deeper while Sanzu slams the door

✰ He's Annoying as hell, Showboating while you cover your face in embarrassment from getting caught as he pounds your pussy like never before

✰ You want to punish him by withholding your pussy from him but it is hard to do with his hands under your clothes and his lips against your neck

Your Pussy was Making Ran dumb as his hands gripped your hips, “So fucking Beautiful” Ran muttered as you met his every thrust

Your pussy worked the man's dick so deliciously as he got caught up in his pleasure, Ran didn't care where he was at right now as long as your pussy stayed on him

“Want to stay in this sweet pussy forever” Ran groaned as he rolled his hips up to slide his dick ever so deeper in you, your thighs shaking as you continued to bounce up and down on Ran's lap

Your fingers messed up his hair while he sucked your nipples, each roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure over you as your pussy held him deep

“Ran. Your dick feels so good in me” you moaned into his ear making him land spanks on your ass, “Mhmm, and your pussy feels so good on my dick” Ran Groaned out

“And I think I'm Going to be Sick,” Rindou said out of nowhere ripping You two from your intimate moment, “Rin, You got to start Knocking On Doors before barging in,” Ran said while holding you close to him

“Why In the Fuck would I knock on my studio door?” Rindou said while glaring at Ran. ” My Bad Lil Bro” Ran said while playing with your hair as Rindou rolled his eyes, “Not supposed to be here anyway. I want your asses out of here before my inspiration gets spoiled.” Rindou stated before stepping out

“He'll get over it” Ran said while thrusting up into you, “ Now Let me make you cum, and then we can Leave” He groaned before licking your neck

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou takes zero risk, He fucks you only where he knows there isn't a possibility of getting caught

✰ His worst nightmare is someone walking in on him with his dick deep in your soft walls

✰ He Takes extra care and making sure greedy eyes won't see you naked

✰ The mere thought of Sanzu or Ran Eyeing your body with lust in their eyes makes him sick to his stomach

✰ Would lock Joints on sight if he saw someone attempting to peek in on him dicking you down, He would be fighting his spirit to not harm Ran

✰ His dick is just harder when he knows he got you to himself

Rindou had you pressed into the rug as he fucked you nice and slow. As soon as he had you through the door he was on top of you

Your bodies became one the moment his dick was freed from his pants as he fucked you on the living room floor, Your legs were thrown over his shoulders as his dick went in and out of you slow enough to make you whine

“Faster Rinnie” you whined as he smirked down at you, “I'll speed up in a second just let me enjoy watching my dick enter and exit that pretty pussy. beautiful sight isn't it?” Rindou groaned before fucking you the way you want

Your legs shook on his shoulder as he pressed into you deeper while his eyes rolled back “So fucking tight and taking this dick so good for me” He moaned before latching his mouth onto your left nipple making your eyes water with pleasure

His fingers gently rubbed your clit making you grind unto his hand “Rinnie just like that, feels so good” You moaned as you enjoyed every drop of pleasure he gave to you only for it all to be poured out on the ground

“Rinnie, Giving a Good Dick I see!” Ran exclaimed from the doorway with a smirk making Rindou shake with anger as he covered you up, “Ran, Leave right now or I will hurt you, I fucking swear” Rindou said as he slowly pulled out of you and Approached Ran

“Lil Bro maybe I can give you some tips on how to make their toes curl” Ran Giggled out Making Rindou close his eyes, “Spare Key. Give it to me Now.” Rindou gritted through his teeth while Ran fished the key from his pockets

“I was just trying to be a good older brother,” Ran said while feigning tears, “Uh huh bet you were,” Rindou grunted out before slamming the door in Rans's face.

“Let's Take a bath Babe, cause I doubt I can get hard again after that” Rindou said before picking up and carrying you to the bathroom

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Let's All Be Honest! The only way this will end without Violence or Threats is if Manjiro Himself is the one to Disturb you two

✰ Haruchiyo doesn't tempt fate, he can only fuck you when he knows he truly got you alone to himself

✰ The mere thought of someone other than him eyeing your body is enough to drive him insane

✰ You're the reason his cars got limousine tints and his office has a deadbolt lock

✰ Even when he's high off his ass he still is capable of making sure no one will catch him inside of you

✰ You have to wake up early in the morning to catch him slipping

Haruchiyo woke you up early and dragged you to the office just to fuck you down on the conference table

His hips drove into to your pussy at a rapid but pleasurable speed, “So fucking Good Haru” you moaned as your hands pulled on his tie bringing his lips down to yours

His skilled fingers found your clit as your tongues danced together making you grind up into his thrusts as your legs trembled against the cherry wood of the table, ‘Fuck. ahh you feel soo good Moving like that baby” Haruchiyo groaned as he fuck you even deeper

His free hand pulled your left leg up to fuck you at his favorite angle as he fucked you toward your orgasm, you were so close to cumming when Haruchiyo stopped suddenly and Laid on top of you

“Well. Well. Do My eyes Deceive me or is this Sanzu Getting lucky??” Ran Haitani laughed before his laughter was killed by Haruchiyo threatening him, “Well. Well. My Ass. Leave Haitani Before the cleaners have to scrub you from the marble” Haruchiyo said calmly as Ran quickly exited the room

“I'm sorry we were disturbed baby, You okay?” Sanzu asked while you nodded your head. “First time Ran decides to come in early is the same day I decide to fuck you on the conference Table?? Un-fucking-believable!” Haruchiyo said as he helped you get dressed, “I promise to Make it up to you later, Now let me Handle Haitani” Haruchiyo groaned before kissing your lips and cracking his knuckles.

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

✰ Manjiro is So Greedy and Needy, He fucks you Whenever desire strikes him

✰ Before Meetings, At the Club, or In his car on the ride home, His dick stays between your slick folds

✰ Swears your pussy is a drug that gives him “clarity”

✰ His Guys constantly walking in on you two fucking but they keep their eyes to the ground unless they don't want eyes anymore

✰ Manjiro won't hesitate to use violence against the owner of the eyes that lingers on your beautiful body

✰ You are his After all and while he decided to fuck you where someone could walk in you two it doesn't give them the right to oogle what belongs to him

✰ His dick pressed against your G-spot as he speaks business with his Men while your eyes roll back in your head is the torture you love

Your Poor pussy was sore as Manjiro fucked you for the fourth time today, “Ride me before this meeting, I know you can do it baby” Manjiro whispered in your ear as he spanked your ass

These words are the reason your legs are wobbling now as you Rode Manjiro dick in His private booth, His lips around your right nipple making you want to pull his dick deeper so you can get your release

“Jiro. feels so good” you whined while your fingers got tangled in his hair inadvertently pushing him closer to your tit, “Sorry Jiro.” You moaned as he groaned against your nipple

You could feel his dick throb in you as your pussy pulsed around him making you bounce on him harder, you rode him well as his hands grabbed your ass making you jiggle more Against him as sweat dripped down your back

“Don't Stop Riding me” Manjiro whispered in your ear as Sanzu walked in, “Hey Boss, That asshole here with sniveling bitch who tried to cheat us,” Sanzu said while he kept his eyes down

“What does he have to say?” Manjiro asked while pinching your nipples as your hips rolled on him, “Fucking Nothing. Said it was a “mistake” don't trust the smell of him to be honest” Sanzu said while shrugging

“What does he smell like to you?” Manjiro said while thumbing your clit, “He smells like a lying bitch who got caught skimming off the top” Sanzu said while his eyes stayed locked with the tile. “You know what to do” Manjiro said as he began thrusting up in you, “ Consider it done Boss” Sanzu grinned while walking out

Manjiro was quick to flip you on your back “Let me reward you for being so good and give these legs a rest hmmm?” Manjiro said while his hips started to fuck you into the plush couch

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ If He's not in the privacy of your two shared home he always times your encounters with him

✰ Is his office empty? Schedule clear? No one around to barge in while he fucks you down? Then come in and get this dick

✰ Not all Plans are perfect Hajime knows this, He has done the calculations for failure and his calculation says failure is slim

✰ If his plan fails… Well he got Money and knows how to bribe properly

✰ Still, it would cut him to his core for other's eyes to see your gorgeous body so he tries his damnest to stay careful

✰ But it's hard to be careful when you’re palming him through his pants so needly

Hajime Loves your Visits to his Office especially when you bring him food and Take him into your mouth like you were doing Oh so well right now

His Dick against your tongue as the noises of you sucking on him filled his office, You can tell by the way Hajime's hips moved off his office chair to thrust up into your warm mouth that he was closed to giving your reward of cumming on your tongue

“Fuck. Gonna drain me dry” Hajime groaned as your hands and mouth worked his shaft so deliciously that he couldn't see straight

His hands were on top of your head trying to control the pace that you were going but it was too late your throat had already made him too weak, His fingers move deep in your hair as his eyes closed while he came down your throat only for his eyes to widen when he saw Sanzu walk in without Knocking making Hajime push your head all the way down on his dick

“I know. I know. bring the Documents in on time, No need to Sco- Woah.” Sanzu said while staring at the Sight Before him, Sanzu Mouth was open for a second before he closed it and pinched himself “Yup. Not Dreaming. I am too sober for this shit.” Sanzu Said as tossed the documents down and left the room

Hajime could only stare in Shock before letting you up “ You okay?” Hajime asked while you smiled up at him, “ Mhmmm I swallowed you clean” You said while licking out your tongue

“Fuck. That's hot. At least it was Sanzu and not those big mouth Brothers” Hajime said while brushing back his hair, “When I get home I'm going to give you a big reward for being so Good but not before dealing with Sanzu” He said as he winked down at you

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho is so sweet and tender to you, how many times he wanted to make you tremble in pleasure on his desk and make you scream his name but didn't because the others were around?? Too Many to count

✰ Kakucho is highly protective of you and takes extra care of where he fucks you

✰ He would absolutely hate for anyone to see your beautiful body or listen to your moans of pleasure

✰ But it's hard to keep his guard up when you grind your pussy down on him and kiss his neck so softly

✰ His worst mistake was telling you how he wanted to make love to you at his office

The way you toy with him can make the strongest of resolves break

Kakucho fucked you on the leather couch in his office, your hands on his strong shoulders while his dick bullied your walls making you arch against him

“Kaku, You drive me wild” You moaned as the tip of his dick continually kissed your G-spot so heavenly with each deep stroke he gave to you, “You feel so good to my dove” he softy Groaned as his fingers rubbed your clit lovingly

Kakucho brought his head down to taste your lips as your pussy brought him to a place he loved to be in. Your pussy sucking him so well that shivers down his spine as his hips kept up the pace that made your toes curl while your nails dug into his skin

“Both of you got lost in bliss as your lovemaking knocked pillows off the couch only for you two to be bought back down to earth,”Kakucho, I need you to sign these docu-” Kokonoi said before his eyes widened at the sight before him while Kakucho covered you with his suit jacket

“I am so sorry” Kokonoi said as he quickly left the room while Kakucho buried his face in your shoulder,”Dove, I thought I locked the door. I am sorry. Can we just lie here for a moment?” Kakucho Mumbled while you stroked his hair

“Of course Kaku. I'm not mad at you” you said while bringing your hands to his face and kissing his lips

Shuji Hanma (Bonus)

✰ Shuji Wants someone to walk in on him fucking you the way you need to be fucked

✰ Their Shocked faces would amuse him as he make your pussy cream around him

✰ He Is Nasty. Hand on your mouth as he fucks you deep on Kisaki's couch while his friend prepares food for you two in the kitchen

✰ “What's wrong with them?” Kisaki asks while you can barely stand, “Oh. Nothing. Just weak in the Knees I guess” Shuji Shrugs as you try to walk off the beating he just gave your pussy

✰ Such an ass about it but it's hard not to fuck him when his golden eyes staring pure sex into your soul while his long fingers tease your pussy just right through your panties

You don't know how Shuji got you out of your panties or how he convinced you to let him fuck you on Kisaki's desk but here you lay with your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked into you roughly

“Kisaki, going to be back from his meeting any moment now” you moaned out softly trying to talk some sense back into Shuji's Head, “I'm fucking you and all you can think about is Kisaki?? Guess I'm not fucking this pussy rough enough then” He groaned as he slapped your pussy making you clench around him

His hips pushed his dick deeper into you as he harshly sucked your neck making your moans come out all broken. the desk moving under you as Shuji fucked the sense out of you while wrapping his hand around your neck

You couldn't stop your pussy from clenching as Shuji fucked you so hard you almost didn't notice Kisaki walking into the office, “Ahh Ki-Ki-Ki” You moaned as Shuji lowered his Head down to Tease you

“Aww I fucked You Hard you forgot your words?” He laughed making you pinch him, “The fuck was That for?” Shuji said as his hips stopped. “Kisaki” You pointed Behind Him as Shuji's eyes followed your finger and slowly turned his head to see Kisaki standing there pissed

“I want My desk thoroughly disinfected and you two out of here,” Kisaki said disgustedly while walking out of his office.

“Fuck. Guess you were right doll. Don't worry about Kisaki, He's upright but he wasn't that uptight to watch me fuck you” Shuji Laughed as he help get your clothes readjusted, “Now to Wipe down this desk” Shuji grinned before spanking your ass.

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Please Don’t Steal My Shit

[tinfairies]

pegging w alastor?? fic drabble hcs IDC i neeed more

Inch by Inch

Alastor x GN!AFAB! Reader

TW: Pegging, no prep anal sex, blood as lube, strap referred to as a cock, begging, BDSM dynamics

Having Alastor bent over the desk in his radio tower. He's stripped naked while you're still fully dressed, save for your pants being unbuttoned to reveal your strap. The pretty red silicone one.

Alastor's favorite.

Teasing him relentlessly, tugging his tail and his ears. Smirking as he tries to fight you off and maintain his composure.

It doesn't work and his cock keeps getting harder, dribbling precum all over the desk.

You spit on his pretty, puckered hole and work a finger into him. He hisses at the intrusion, but pushes his ass back against your hand.

Slut.

You add another finger and crook them, finding that smooth spot inside him that makes his voice crackle and ears lay flat.

Alastor pants and you barely have to do any work as he fucks himself back onto your fingers.

The chair scrapes the wood as you stand up and pull your hand away from him. He whines but it's cut off when you shove his face down into the grain of the wood.

You spit onto his ass once more and start prodding his hole with the tip of your cock.

Al's tail wags in excitement, though he will never admit that.

You have half a mind to flick the microphone on and broadcast what's about to come next.

Let all of Hell hear how the all mighty Radio Demon is just a whiny little bitch that likes his ass fucked.

Alastor would have your head however, and unfortunately you've grown quite attached to it.

Your thoughts are pulled to the forefront as Al whimpers, trying to push back onto your cock.

Desperate.

"Use your words." you demand, wanting to belittle him.

He whines and squeezes his eyes shut. A beautiful red is splashed across his cheeks, arousal and embarrassment getting the better of him.

"Please. Please, I need it. I need you." the radio filter cuts in and out as he loses control.

You decide to give him what he wants, in the worst way possible. Your hips jut forward and all 7 inches of your cock stretches him open as you bottom out.

Alastor practically screams and claws at the desk, blood drips down his thighs from the tear your cock made. He makes no effort to get away or tell you to stop though.

Masochist.

You start a brutal pace, and soon the sound of your hips and the squelching of his blood fill the studio.

He's wailing as you bully his prostate, fucking him like a fleshlight, like he's nothing but your toy.

He is.

With each thrust his cock rubs the rough wood and he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. It build in his stomach like fire and he desperately wants to reach between his legs and jerk himself off.

Alastor knows better than to play with toys that aren't his.

You're losing yourself in the pleasure, the ridge inside the strap is rubbing your clit in all the right ways and you're close to cumming as well.

He can sense this and tries to roll his hips to help you cum, because the faster you cum the faster he gets to as well.

You grip his hips harder and spread his ass apart, watching your cock slip in and out of him. Each time you pull out, his greedy hole does its best to suck you back in.

Closer and closer until suddenly you feel lightning strike you and you're moaning as your hips spasm.

Alastor grins wildly, excited to finally get to cum. He rolls his hips harder as you ride out your orgasm, and goes to reach his hand between his legs.

Your own hand grips his hair roughly and yanks his head up. His back arches and you look him right in the eyes.

"Why don't you clean me up, then we'll see if you're allowed to cum."

He whines, "Please, no no. I was so good. I didn't talk back this time! I didn't touch myself! I was good!" he pleads.

"One right doesn't absolve all your wrongs. Now get on your knees."

[holybibly]

Hi Mommy, I hope you're feeling good today 🩷 Can I please request something for Sugar Weekend? 🥺 I've been thinking about Mingi a lot, especially about riding his thigh... He's busy, he's working in his studio but I'm a bit naughty and impatient so he's doing his stuff while I hump him like a desperate little Bunny (that in fact I am).

Love you 🩷

Oh, the cute little bunny is feeling needy and desperate to rub against Mingi's thick, muscular thigh? Baby, follow me; I'll make your wish come true.

This is absolutely not enough for your satisfaction. In your aroused mind, you realize that it's not enough—rocking your hips and grinding against Mingi's thick thigh—to make you come. And Mingi knows it too; even in this vague, needy state, you can easily see the self-satisfied, amused gleam in his eyes as he watches you desperately trying to come without him helping. 

The new track he was working on is long forgotten, and all his attention is now focused on you, and you don't know whether you are grateful or not for that.

"Feeling okay, doll?" Mingi coos sweetly, his big hand squeezing your bottom, his lacquered nails digging into your skin, and it's the only touch you'll get from him. He looks completely content with where he's sitting, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs wide, allowing you to do whatever you want. It is clear that you are struggling to get the orgasm that you want, but Mingi is doing absolutely nothing to help you with that.

"Yes, that is so good. Really..." You manage to say this as you feel your clit rubbing pleasantly against the soft, gray fabric of his trousers. You bend your head down to hide your burning cheeks just a little bit. It's really nice, and you're feeling good; it's just... awkward. But there's nothing you can do about it; your body reacts in that way every time Mingi is around, and sometimes you remind yourself of a bunny in heat.

You look so fucked up; your clothes and underwear are a mess on the floor at Mingi's feet, but you're wearing his unbuttoned hoodie, which keeps falling off your shoulders. But you think it's sexy as hell to wear his clothes on your naked body, and damn, Mingi thinks so too.

"Is that all? Are you going to cum without any help from me, my little bunny? Will you cum on my thigh?" He teases, and even with your head down you know Mingi has a big grin on his face, and you can hear it in his deep, husky voice. It makes you feel embarrassed, but at the same time it sends a wave of pleasure down your spine and you squeeze your pussy even harder against Mingi's thick thigh.

You move your hips, shifting your weight slightly on Mingi's thigh, a pitiful whimper escaping your soft lips as your clit clings to the fabric of his trousers. They are darker than they were before; a large wet patch has formed on the under your naked cunt. Does Mingi care about that? He doesn't fucking care; you can get your cum all over his clothes, and he'll thank you for it. But you blush even more—hot and bright—as you see your arousal confirmed on the gray fabric of his trouser leg.

"It's not enough. I can't do it, Mingi." You whine, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze. The sheer desire you see in his eyes makes you want to look away, but for some reason you can't do it.

"You're a bit greedy. Aren't you? But I get it, baby; obviously, that's not enough for your little cunt. Tell me what your needs are."

Mingi's hand moves from your ass to the curve of your thigh, gently guiding your movements, his touch soothing the burning heat that is simmering beneath your skin. You lean forward, and your lips brush against Mingi's collarbone, your hot breath tickling his skin. You twist his t-shirt in your fists, a little out of breath. Holy shit.

"I need you to touch me, Mingi." You say.

You're hoping that'll be enough for the satisfaction of his ego, but that doesn't seem to be the case. You squirm as his hand slides up your body and squeezes your left tit, the pad of his thumb rubbing the swollen pink nipple as he does so.

"But aren't I touching you already, doll?"

You fucking hate it; it's so humiliating that he makes you beg and plead every time you want something from him, but you know that Mingi won't lay a finger on you if you don't do it. Sometimes you really have second thoughts about your choice of boyfriend in life.

"I want you to rub my clit. Please do. I need it so badly, Mingi." You whisper it into his skin.

As his thumb brushes against your throbbing clit, your thighs tremble, and you press harder against Mingi's thigh. This simple, light pressure is much better than all the trying you've done to come without him helping you. Damn it, you've become so dependent on him touching you, it's even funny.

"Like this, baby? Do you want it like that?"

You whimper and nod your head yes as Mingi begins to slowly rub your needy clit in steady circles.

"That's my baby doll. You look so beautiful, Y/N." Mingi praises you and leans down to kiss your neck, and in spite of the fact that your whole throat was already covered in purple and black hickeys, Mingi is busy leaving new marks on the skin. He continues to play with your clit, and your hips find a steady rhythm as you slide your oozing cunt up and over his juicy, meaty thigh. Your hands are tightening on his t-shirt at how good all of this is making you feel.

"More, I need more..." You moan, and all his movements stop. You groan in disappointment at the knowledge of the reason for his actions. "Please, Mingi, I need you so badly."

"This is my good girl." You let out a sigh of relief as his fingers began to rub over your clit again, this time at a more rapid pace.

You loudly moan, and if it weren't for the soundproofing of Mingi's studio, you'd be worrying more. Not without embarrassment, you remember your recent conversation with San. He had been terribly embarrassed when he asked you to "be a bit quieter" when you had spent the night in their dorm. Your hips roll faster and faster against Mingi's thigh in pursuit of the pleasure that is on the edge of your arousal.

"Be a good girl and come on top of my thigh, baby. I want to see how beautiful you look, filling me with cum. Come on, baby doll. Do it." He moans deep into your neck and bites your sensitive skin.

You clap your hand over your mouth and stifle a high-pitched scream. White hot pleasure washes over you in a wave as you cum profusely. Mingi guides you through your orgasm. He gently plays with your clit and the delicate folds of your pussy with his long fingers. It is only when you begin to moan pitifully from the overstimulation that he removes his hand. You shudder as you feel the light touch of his fingers as they glide over your plump, sensitive cunt. Trying to catch your breath from the orgasm you have just experienced, you press your face into the crook of his neck.

"Don't relax, baby; now you're going to make me cum."

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ But It's Better If You Do ♡

♡ Pairing: rockstar!mingi! x chubby!fem!!tattoo artist!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/angst/sorta suggestive

♡ Summary: Your ongoing love affair with your rocker client is all fine and dandy until you begin to catch feelings for him that send you into a spiral that isn't fine nor dandy.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: drinking, getting tattoos, kissing, briefly reminiscing on getting some top-notch dick, pet names (baby), reader gets turned on by Mingi (because, like, who wouldn't?), I like to say "fuck", & that's about it

♡ A/N: I've combined my neverending weakness for rock musicians, Song Min Gi, and happy endings into one fic and my lil alt girl heart is happy. I hope yours will be too. I may or may not have a thing for turning bad boy Mingi into a simp for reader but, like...ssssh.

It drives you insane when your friends tease you about Mingi, asking what city he’s in now and when you’ll see him next. You don’t know what city he’s in. That’s a lie, you always know. And you have no plans on seeing him ever again. Another lie. You’d stop the world to see him for 5 minutes. From the moment he walked into your shop, seeking an impulsive late-night tattoo, you were doomed to fall for him.

The first time he stopped by your shop it was a little after midnight and you were ready to close up but you were starstruck, you’ll die before you ever admit that, and he was gorgeous so you let him in. His choppy hair was a total mess and his dark eyeliner had all but melted off, the remnants smudged like ash beneath volcanic eyes that engulfed you each time they gleamed in your direction. You did the tattoo, an old-school traditional dagger down his left rib snuck in amongst the other 30 or so tattoos crowded onto his chest.

He paid you 3 times your normal rate and was supposed to be on his way. But you knew from his shows and his offstage antics that he wasn’t one to do anything he was supposed to. Armed with a pretty face framed by the softest cheeks and a plump figure he just wanted to nibble at, he instantly developed a weakness for you. Mingi had to have you and he did. All night. Reclined in your tattoo chair, bent over your workstation, cuddled up on the couch in the lobby. In the darkness of your studio, sweat-slicked bodies reflecting the glow of the neon lights like puddles of rain, he took you every way he could.

And you gave. And you gave. And you gave. Being with him altered everything you thought you knew about desire. About pleasure. Mingi touched you in ways you never imagined someone could. He made you feel beautiful. Worshiped you with his tongue from head to toe until the sun rose. Once it did he was gone, off to some other city. To some other girl in some other tattoo shop no doubt. So you moved on, filing it away as a one-time thing. Only it wasn’t. Mingi came to see you every chance he could.

Even if he was a few cities over he made sure to come by for another tattoo and another night with you. But these passionate encounters, concealed by the shadows of late nights and early mornings, planted feelings in your heart that bloomed long after he left. Your body was beginning to confuse lust for love, or so you believed, and that could only hurt you both. You especially. It had to stop. No more. Never again. 

Your tattoo gun buzzes in your hand, a bundle of needles punching delicate black lines into Mingi’s neck. Never again? Yeah right. This time he wants a death moth on the side of his neck. It’s beautiful, as all your work is, and nearly done. Something he’s thankful for because this hurts like fuck but pissed about because being straddled by you on the couch has always been the preferable position for him. Your thighs double in thickness when they’re spread around him. He can just zone out rubbing and squeezing them.

“Hey!” you squeak when he takes a particularly greedy handful of your ass, “Cut it out or I’m gonna fuck up your tattoo.” Mingi takes a deep breath, his toned chest flexing as his muscles contract. “You won’t fuck it up. You’re too good at what you do. That’s why I come to you.” “Oh, really? Is that the only reason?” He grins and you can feel him staring at you the way he always does before your clothes end up on the floor. It makes your palms sweaty and your panties wetter than they already were. “You know that’s not the only reason, baby.”

Mingi sinks his fingers into your pillowy flesh, leaning forward to kiss you with not a care in the world about it ruining his tattoo. His lips brush yours, heightening the warmth between your thighs and making your heart change rhythm to match him. You want him on you. In you. You need him. Love him. Love him. Love him? “You need to go,” you say, your voice shaking as you flick off the tattoo gun. You’re off of him in a split second, packing your things away.

“Wait, what’s wrong? Did I do something?“ He tails you in your mad dash around the shop, sick at the thought that he might’ve made you uncomfortable. “I can’t—you just have to go, Mingi.” Snatching his t-shirt from the front counter, you toss it at him without looking. You can’t bear to make eye contact. “Did I hurt you?” You unintentionally ignore him, too lost in the tsunami of repressed emotions wrecking your insides. Mingi takes you by the wrist, pulling you close to him before you can get away from him.

“Did I hurt you?” “You didn’t hurt me, okay? But if you stay you will.” Mingi’s hands cradle your face, his mind frantically scanning it for some sign of what’s going on inside your head. “Whatever I did to scare you…I’ll leave but I’d never intentionally hurt you” he swears, “I love you too much for that.” You’re both equally shocked at the words that leave his lips. You weren’t expecting to hear them and, though he means it beyond measure, he wasn’t expecting to it to slip out.

“No, no you don’t. You don’t” you mumble, backing away from him, “You’re just saying that to—” “To fuck you?” he scoffs, in slight disbelief of what you’re implying. “I don’t know” you shrug, “It’s why you sneak off here at 1am to see me isn’t it?” Mingi throws his shirt on, grabbing his leather jacket off of your workstation. “I’ve asked you on dates. I’ve invited you to dinner with my friends. I send you backstage passes to my shows and you never come.”

“I’m trying to be more to you. I just wish you’d let me in” he sighs, stopping to plant a tender kiss on your trembling mouth, “Goodnight.” You're frozen in place, your feet sinking into the checkered tile floors like quicksand, as you watch him walk out of the door. A little voice in the back of your head whispers that he’s right. You have been pushing him away, playfully brushing off his proposals because they must have been a joke. He’s him…a star...and you? You’re just you.

Ignoring the tears clouding your vision, you flop down in a chair and begin scrolling through the texts the two of you exchanged over the past week. You stop at a message sent 2 days ago, your heart stinging at the sight of a link for a backstage pass for both nights of his show. It reads: "It’d be nice to see you. Would love it if you came.” You could take the chance, gamble with your heart—you close out of the thread, swiping to delete it—but it’s better if you don’t.

The roar of the crowd. The cacophony of instruments, harsh vocals, and borderline destruction laid out by the opening band. The chaos going on backstage to resolve last-minute disasters while his barely sober friends bullshit in the green room. The pure insanity of it all usually has Mingi wired but tonight he’s numb to everything. He leans back in his chair, checking his phone notifications. Nothing. At least not from you. He takes another sip of the beer he’s been taking child-sized swigs from for the past hour. It takes like piss, he doesn’t even like beer, but he has to calm his friends’ suspicions that something’s wrong by at least pretending he’s joining in on things.

“Party's here!” Yunho screams, bursting into the green room full of energy. Mingi perks up when he enters, the arrival of his best friend calming his anxiety. Yunho has no problem taking the social spotlight when Mingi isn’t all here and tonight he’s definitely somewhere far away. Yunho spots Mingi seated in the corner, staring into the mirror as he falls endlessly down some mental hole. “Still haven’t heard from her?” he asks, throwing his arm over Mingi’s shoulder. “No. I wanna call her, you know, but…I don’t know.”

Yunho snatches Mingi’s beer, chugging the remainder of it before tossing the bottle in the corner. “Listen to me, you forget her. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Actually, I brought a pretty fresh one for you tonight.” His face painted with a mischievous grin, Yunho slinks back over to the door to retrieve his surprise. Mingi rolls his eyes, his head thrown back in agony, “Yunho, not tonight. I’m not in the mood for this, man. I don’t wanna meet any fucking groupies.”

“I resent being called a ‘fucking groupie’” you pout, sneaking up beside him with the stealth of a secret agent. Mingi turns his head, squinting at the inverted image of you, “You—what are you doing here?” Your smile is awkward and endearing as you nervously fiddle with the lace trim of your black dress. “I’m letting you in...if it’s not too late.” By the way he hops up from his chair, his arms around your waist and his tongue down your throat in an instant, you already know the answer. But it still makes your head spin when he pulls away to say, “It’s not too late. It could never be.”

The head of a heavily pierced girl peeks through the door, her bubblegum pink hair swept into a high ponytail. “2 minutes til stage. Let's go!” she shouts like a drill sergeant and all of the men fall in line, rushing to get Mingi out on time. Yunho does what he can to put some distance between Mingi and everyone else, "He's coming! He's coming! Don't tear my man apart!" Mingi struggles to keep hold of you as what seems like a million hands pull him in the other direction.

“Just go. I’ll be watching so kick some ass, okay? For me!” "For you." You grab him by the shirt, sneaking in one last kiss, “Love you.” “1 minute til stage!” the girl’s voice booms once more. The tide sweeps him away until you can’t see him anymore but you still manage to hear a very excited “Love you too!” in that deep, raspy voice of his. You follow the herd, finding a spot off to the side just as he takes the stage.

Watching him perform, smiling at each other so hard your cheeks ache every chance you can, gets you high enough that you might as well be watching him from a cloud. When rips his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd, he reveals a chest covered in tattoos made with ink laced with silent admissions of your love. Only now they aren't silent. They're louder than every instrument on that stage. Because you're confident now that when it comes to taking a chance on love…on him…it’s so much better if you do.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hello 👋 I just wanted to ask if it's ok to request and if it is can I ask for an alpha Jason Todd x Omega chubby female reader smut plz. Also I really enjoyed your Mando and Logan story they were really good.

A World of Colours

Alpha!Jason Todd x omega!reader

Jason thought all the good had been drained from the world, but he has been wrong before

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), Jason has a slight fear of pregnancy, pull-out method

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

When Jason came back from the dead, he thought that everything good in the world died along with him. Everything was bleak and stuck in an eternal grey, the colour drained from his life. He spent his days training, getting bigger and stronger, determined to never be caught off guard again, even by his own family.

He was distrusting, brutish, violent and a borderline feral alpha. Even his own father was terrified of him (not that he would admit it).

So it was quite the shock when, on a surprise visit to his apartment that totally wasn’t to make sure that Jason was still alive, Dick found the place spotless and with the distinctive scent of an omega soaked into every inch of the small studio.

And even more shocking was his little brother standing in the small kitchenette fucking crooning to the plump woman sitting on the counter as he cooked her breakfast. “Did I have a stroke? Am I stroking out? Does anyone smell toast?” Jason rolled his eyes at his older brother and stepped forward as if to shield you.

“Of course you smell toast Dickhead, I’m making some.” Your laugh carried through through the small space like the ringing of bells and Dick watched as Jason’s posture relaxed and his scent became sweet with absolute love. 

It was then that Dick noticed both their states of undress (him being just in boxers and her in a shirt that must have been his) and the potent smell of sex. “I think I’m just gonna go.” He started backing out of the room.

“Yeah how about you do that?” You slapped Jason’s shoulder and hissed a “be nice”. Still thoroughly freaked out, Dick increased his pace. 

“Just uh, just remember that B wants everyone at dinner this Friday. Bring your girl.” He slammed the front door behind him, fully convinced he was having a very strange dream.

You watched the entryway for a moment before you were distracted by a soft brush of lips against your neck. “Jay.” A moan slipped from you involuntarily as Jason’s huge hands traveled from laying on the countertop to cupping your wide hips, squeezing the already bruised skin. 

“Yes princess?” He mouthed at your sensitive mating gland, applied just enough pressure to the raised skin to make your back arch forward with arousal.

“We just had sex ten minutes ago. Haven’t you had enough?” Offended, he pulled away for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“I could never have enough of you, and right now princess, I’m feeling very greedy.” You yelped when suddenly your ass was hanging off the edge of the counter after Jason tugged you forward. There was a dull thud that you knew was the sound of his boxers hitting the old kitchen tile. 

The musky smell of tobacco and hot chocolate filled the air as Jason’s eyes got darker with desire and you felt his hard cock against the soft skin of your plump thighs. He was already throbbing, with beads of pre-cum bathing on the uncut head. Slick pooled between your legs in response, your omega perfectly happy at the progress of this morning so far.

Reaching between you, you grasped him tightly and guided him to your entrance. “Go on then, alpha. Sate your hunger.”  His massive paws skirted down your body to settle on the small of your back. The tip of his nose brushed against yours in a loving manner.

“Yes, omega.” He answered dutifully and then slammed forward. 

“Alpha!” You mewled. Pleasure shot through you with each roll of his hips. “Feel s’good.” The counter dug into your hips as he thrust into you. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Even though your love had fucked you mere minutes before, your pussy still burned with the stretch of his cock. The thick ring of muscle of his knot pressed tingly to your already stuffed hole whenever the head of his cock bashed against your cervix.

As you wrapped yourself around him, Jason buried his face into your neck. He covered his teeth with his lips so he could bite down on the spot that would bind you to him forever without actually leaving his mark. But it resulted in the same outcome: your body jerked forward and forced his growing knot inside of you.

“Fuck princess.” He growled against your heated skin. “Gonna make me cum already like some fucking teenager.” Your nails dug into his muscular back as your orgasm grew and grew, spurred on by the way the tick patch of hair at the base of his pelvis hit your clit with every thrust.

“‘M close.” You gasped between desperate moans. Jason groaned into your ear as his muscles tightened with his own end.

“Go on, cum for me. Cum for your alpha and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes yes yes!” You clamped down onto him as ecstasy washed over you in a huge wave of pleasure. Your vision whited out but he continued to thrust, needing his release.

“Fuuuuuck!” Ripping himself away from you, he pulled out of your warmth just in time to spill his hot cum onto your plush belly. “Holy shit.” 

The massive man slumped into your arms, all the energy suddenly leaving his body. You just chuckled and ran your fingers through his dark hair. “I thought you were gonna make me your twinkie.” You joked, laying a kiss to his head.

He chuckled into your throat, giving you a playful nip. “Couldn’t remember if you took your birth control this morning. Didn’t want to risk it.” Gently cupping his cheek, you guided him up to meet your eyes.

“Jay,” You cooed while debating on bringing up the subject but then quickly decided against it, “Will you at least finish making me breakfast? I’m absolutely starving.” He kissed your cheek. 

“Stay right there princess, I’ll take care of you.” 

The world used to be black and white to the feared vigilante but with you, it was a world full of colours and he wanted to share it with you.

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I got really fucking mad at the update on the strike (to clarify, mad at the greedy ass studios) because I kinda thought with so many rounds of negotiations there'd be hope it would end soon

And I'm pro strike and completely understand the demands SAG is making and I support them wholeheartedly

But in the evening I was randomly playing like compilation of other movie cast's interviews and press and stuff

And I just got really really sad that our boys couldn't get that because of the timing of everything

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Tripped and fell into VerDi brainrot and, this is the result. Had this in the drafts for awhile now and I was initially going to post another piece before it but, I want to work on posting works in chronological order from when I start them. Honestly, this might be my favourite piece that I've written so far. Enjoy the filth.

Lee Chan x Fem! Reader x Hansol Vernon Chwe, Chan and Reader are in a relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Vernon watches Chan and Reader have sex, praise kink (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex, spanking (f. receiving), creampie, oral sex (m. receiving), Dom! Chan, Switch! Reader, Sub(ish)! Vernon and Chan being an overall menace to both Reader and Vernon.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When your boyfriend first suggested this, you were more than a little uncertain. Not that you had any issues with Vernon, quite the opposite actually. You two got along incredibly well, much to Chan's relief, and have become relatively good friends in your own right. However, being good friends with your boyfriend's best friend doesn't magically equate to being comfortable with involving him as a third during sex. Vernon is a good looking man, to put it simply. You weren't blind to that. It also didn't help that you found his more shy and reserved personality endearing. Sometimes wondering how he became best friends with your loud ass boyfriend. The two of them feeling like complete opposites at times. Regardless, while you were attracted to him, you did had your reservations about including him in your sex life when your boyfriend brought it up.

"I- what brought this on?" You asked Chan, completely bewildered by this suggestion to let Vernon watch the two of you. Chan's ears are a bright red as he explains what his friend confessed to him one night after one too many drinks, "He thinks you're hot. Always has. He said one night he overheard us fucking in the dance studio and, got off on hearing us. He said after that he's been curious about what watching us would be like." All of this information hits you like a truck. Learning far more about Vernon's sexual interests than you ever expected to in your lifetime. While you can see the appeal for yourself and Vernon, you do wonder what's in it for Chan. "Why do you want to do it?" You finally ask when you remember how to formulate words. Your brain still reeling from all of this. Chan just smirks before answering, "I thought you'd notice by now, I like showing off."

That's how you find yourself thighs spread wide with Chan fucking into while Vernon sits across from you two on a chair, watching. Chan's hands grip your thighs tightly to make sure they stay open. Making sure Vernon can see ever movement of his girthy cock inside of you. His chest is hot and sweaty against your back, his breaths against your shoulder and neck giving rise to goosebumps. A particularly hard thrust from him has you throwing your head back and, moaning long and loud for both men to hear. "Isn't she so pretty?" Chan asks the older man over your shoulder, moving one of his hands to toy with your hardened nipple. "Yeah, so fucking pretty," Vernon responds completely transfixed by the sight of the two of you.

Vernon is yet to do anything other than sit there and watch, in nothing but his boxers. Both men agreeing to let you take the reins in that regard. Honestly, he's just happy you both agreed to let him watch. You're quite literally making one of his wildest fantasies a reality. He wasn't going to get all greedy now. Trying his best to ignore the painful ache of his profusely leaking cock in his boxers, he struggles to choose where to focus his gaze. One part of him desperately wants to watch the way your tight pussy eagerly swallows his best friend's (kind of intimidating) cock. The other part of him wants to watch your tits jump and bounce and jiggle with each of Chan's precise thrusts. The final part of him wants to watch your beautiful face. Eyes lidded in pleasure, lips bruised and swollen from how thoroughly Chan had kissed you and, every little noise you make shooting straight to his cock. Vernon would never tell Chan this because the younger man's ego is enormous enough as it is but, he thinks he finally understands why you're so willing and eager to spread your thighs for him, any and everywhere. Chan is nothing if not thorough at making sure you're fucked out.

He settles on alternating between looking at every part of you but, he finds his eyes wondering to your pussy more than anywhere else. You may be becoming too dazed to notice but, Chan notices and he pounces.

He fucks into you particularly hard, biting back a groan at how you tighten around him and dig your nails into the skin of his arms as he holds onto you firmly. "She's so tight. I can barely move," he tells Vernon, enjoying the way his words wash over his friend. His grip on the arms of the chair he's been sitting for what feels like hours tightening slightly as he swallows thickly. "Chan," you whine out in embarrassment at his words, turning your head in an attempt to hide from Vernon's scorching gaze. Chan won't be having any of it, however. The hand that had been toying with your nipple moves to cup your jaw, turning you back to face his best friend, whispering in your ear, "There's no need to be shy, baby. Look at how hard Vernon is from watching us. From watching you."

You shyly let your eyes wander to Vernon and are immediately struck with how delectable he looks. His brown locks sticking to his sweaty forehead, face flushed an adorable shade of pink and his cock straining against his boxers with a noticeable wet spot. The sight of him causing you clench around Chan's cock and moan out far louder than you intended to. "Y-you look so pretty, Ver-Vernon," you stutter out, taking great pleasure in watching his blush darken and spread down to his neck. "She means it. I almost came from how hard she clenched around me just now," Chan adds over your shoulder, moving his hand from your jaw to your clit.

"Th-Thanks," comes Vernon's bashful response, his cock throbbing from the praise. He watches intently as Chan makes quick work of your clit, still fucking you incessantly while encouraging you to cum on his cock. Cum while Vernon watches.

"Don't you want to show Vernon how much of a good girl you are? How beautiful you look when you cum?" Chan asks loud enough for both of you to hear clear as day, his fingers and his cock not giving you much of a choice. You hold Vernon's gaze as you cum. Insides tightening around Chan like a vice while your juices gush down his cock and his balls onto your shared bed, mouth open as you cry out for both men to hear.

Vernon has never cum untouched but, he thinks he just might from watching how hard you cum. You're arching and squirming so attractively, all your sounds of pleasure making his boxers even more of a sticky mess. Chan was right, you do look beautiful when you cum. Speaking of the younger man, this is probably the first time he isn't running his mouth all night. His own moans mixing with yours from how hard you try and milk him for his cum but, he resists. He still has other ideas in mind for how he wants this evening to go. Steeling his resolve to not fill you with his cum, he does keep you steady against his chest as you ride out your climax. Slowing his thrusts down as to not completely overwhelm you and, cooing encouragements and praise at you for how well you did, how pretty you looked and how good you were for him.

"Are you okay? Do you want to take a break?" Chan asks you softly, hands now rubbing your thighs soothingly. Once you finally start to regain the ability to formulate words you respond, "No, I don't want to stop. I have an idea actually. I want you to fuck me while I suck off Vernon." It's a desire of yours that's been building as you've watched Vernon squirm in that chair while Chan makes you take him. You want to touch Vernon, to taste him. You'd even be okay with letting him fuck you too but, you know Chan probably wouldn't be comfortable with that. Atleast for now. "That's if you're both okay with that," you add hurriedly, giving both men ample opportunity to back out. They seem to have a silent conversation with one another for a moment. Communicating through eye contact and nothing else. You try not to squirm too much on Chan's lap, his cock still very much rock hard inside of you while the two of them communicate. Finally, Chan's hands gravitate to your hips and he kisses the side of your head before say, "I'm down and something tells me Vernon is too. How do you want us, baby?"

That's how you find yourself with your face in Vernon's lap while Chan gradually fucks into you from behind. His hands holding your hips while he thrusts into you slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the new angle and focus on Vernon with minimal distractions. Vernon watches you in a mixture of fascination and shyness, your face centimetres from his still covered cock. You slowly reach for his boxers, giving him the chance to stop you if he wants to. He doesn't. You watch through half-lidded eyes how his lengthy cock smacks against his stomach, smearing pre-cum on his skin. Chan's grip on your hips tightens for a moment when you clench around him at the sight of Vernon's cock, picking up the pace behind you gradually. "Is it o-okay if I touch you now?" You ask him, hand hovering just above his cock that is flushed a rather angry looking red. "Yeah," he breathes out and, it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when you finally do touch him. Wrapping your hand around him and stroking slowly to become accustomed to the weight of him.

Vernon is a little embarrassed at the noise he makes when you experimentally lick him, his taste a little salty but, otherwise not unpleasant. "You can touch me too, okay?" You tell him softly with a smile before easing your mouth onto his cock, feeling him pulse violently against your tongue for a few beats. Vernon's shaky hands find themselves in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard as you begin to well and truly suck him off. "You can be more rough. Not only can she take it, she loves it. Isn't that right, princess?" Chan asks you, giving your ass a harsh slap to prove his point. Your answering moan with a mouthful of Vernon's cock and attempts at nodding make Chan smirk before he focuses his attention back on making sure you're fucked thoroughly. Watching the way your pussy takes ever bit of his cock and your ass kisses his abs with ever thrust have him steadily heading towards his orgasm. Vernon isn't fairing much better. Even while partially distracted by Chan, you still try your utmost to make sure the older man is enjoying himself. Taking him as far as you can, swallowing around him and deliberately slowly easing off of him until his tip rests against your tongue once more. He thinks he might just lose his mind with how much of a tease you're being. "I- please" he begs hoarsely, grip tightening on your hair as you ease down onto his cock once again. At his plea, you meet his wild eyes, stilling your mouth momentarily while you stare at him with a glint of amusement. He knows what you want him to do and Vernon has never been too proud of a man to beg for what he wants. "Please. Please l-let me cum. Please," he whines, trying his best to stay still and behave for you.

Chan groans from behind you at how you clench around him at Vernon's words, fucking into your faster. His grip on your hip and ass bruising now. You wouldn't be surprised to find indents of his fingers on your skin when he was finished with you. Deciding to treat Vernon with a little kindness since he asked so nicely, you continue your ministrations on him. This time not slowing down or taking it easy on him in the slightest. Your bedroom filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you gagging on Vernon's cock and the moans of pleasure from the two men.

To the surprise of everyone, Chan is the first to cum. You know before he informs you based on the way his cock pulses incessantly inside of you and he keeps you still against his hips that he's going to cum. His cum is warm and familiar inside of you and, the vibrations from your moans at being being filled up by your lovely boyfriend quickly send Vernon over the edge as well. You do appreciate his attempts in trying to warn you but, you were more than happy to swallow his cum. You try your best to swallow all of it but, there's just too much of it so bits of it dribble past your lips and down your chin. You lap at him softly until he moans from the oversensitivity so, eventually you stop and give him some time to catch his breath. Vernon watches you scoop up all his cum that made it past your lips with your fingers and push them into your mouth until they're licked completely clean.

God, you're so hot.

Chan gently eases out of you. Both of you shuddering at the feeling and, he takes a moment to admire the view of his cum leaking out of your pretty pussy. Honestly, you don't think you've felt this full of cum and well-fucked in your life. Which is really saying something because your boyfriend is an extremely thorough man when it comes to sex. Even on the verge of blacking out, you're so glad you decided to say yes to this idea.

[hoodharlow]

Balance

AN: the Met Gala chapter was annoying me so I scrapped it and did one based on his interview with Angie Martinez

Requested? No

Warnings: out of pocket paparazzi, but other than that it's mostly fluff aka Jack gushing about Miriam and how he can't believe he bagged her

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"You always have white stuff spilling out of your mouth, Miriam." Jack teased Miriam as she finished the last of her tiramisu.

"Oh shush." She mumbled, scooping up the last bit of the mascarpone whipped cream. 

They were in New York enjoying a lowkey dinner at an Italian restaurant before heading out to a Rangers game. Miriam had some scenes from the movie she was filming there because her character and Rudy Pankow's character had met in NYU. Jack was there to do some interviews to promote his album that was coming out that weekend. 

Their phones simultaneously went off. Miriam leaned to an empty chair where she put her jacket and pulled out her phone. It was a text from Beto, who was outside with Jack's bodyguard, saying that there was paparazzi outside the restaurant.

Since the news broke out about the two of them dating, surprisingly, they haven't been papped together. The closest they've gotten to being sighted was from a fan posting a recording them from a distance with the location hours later. They both hated dealing with paparazzi. Mostly because they always got the most out of pocket shit asked.  

She heard Jack curse as she replied to Beto. 

"Did–"

"Yeah." He nodded, knowing she was gonna ask him if knew about the paps. "There's no back street is there?"

"No." Miriam shook her head. 

"Fuck," he sighed. He ran a hand over his curls. "Let's just go, the longer we wait, the more time we give them."

Miriam nodded, motioning their server to bring over the check. They came by and set the check on the table. Jack smacked Miriam's hand away before she could grab for it. He reached for his wallet, pulling out a few bills and slipped them in the folder. They grabbed their things and made their way to the entrance. 

"So my dress is kinda short, could you use my jacket as a shield when I get in the car?" Miriam asked. She wore a cream Vivienne Westwood corseted, knit mini dress. She paired the dress with her ACNE Studios chocolate brown leather jacket with brown shearling inside and matching Stuart Weitzman leather platform boots. 

"Yeah, we can't have people seeing our goods." He said, taking the jacket. 

"Our?" She asked. 

"I said what I said." 

The hostess thanked them for dining at the restaurant as they exited. Miriam looked down, hiding her face with her curls, and quickly climbed in the SUV. Jack followed closely behind her, covering her so they wouldn’t get a glimpse of her ass. 

"C'mon Jack don't be greedy, let us see her ass." Someone yelled as he climbed in. 

One thing Jack won't let slide was someone objectifying Miriam, especially in front of him. But Beto closed the door before he could pop out and curse out whoever said that. He sat next to her angry at himself for not defending her. 

"Jack, I'm sorry." She said quietly. She felt guilty. Had she worn something less revealing, then the person wouldn't have yelled that at Jack and he wouldn't be mad.

"Miriam, you didn't do anything wrong." He said in a reassuring tone. "And don't try to justify it. You were simply existing and some creep yelled that shit unprovoked. Okay?" 

"Yeah," she nodded.

It was comforting that Jack told her that. Miriam's past partners have always said the opposite and made it seem like it was her fault whenever she'd get catcalled. It didn't matter if it was a college party or just in the streets, they always pinned it on her and what she wore. She felt very fortunate to have Jack. Words can't describe how safe he makes her feel. 

"I love you." She found herself telling him. 

It caught Jack off guard, but he didn't waste a second to say it back. 

The drive to Madison Square Garden wasn't long. Delta hooked up Jack with some VIP tickets and they came with access to a different entrance from those that had general admission tickets. They followed an usher that brought them to the Delta lounge. There they explained all the amenities that came with their tickets and how they could stay in the lounge and watch the game from there or they could get escorted down to the rink. Jack and Miriam agreed that they would rather watch the game in the rink. They were also given custom jerseys with their names on the back and letterman jackets. 

They made a pit stop at concessions. Miriam wanted a pretzel and a drink. Jack also got some water and popcorn for himself. They thanked the security who escorted them to their seats. 

Miriam took a picture of the rink for her Instagram Stories, adding 'Elle Kennedy prepared me for this.' 

"Who's Elle Kennedy?" Jack asked her, reading over her shoulder.

"She's an author who wrote like two hockey series, so all my knowledge on hockey is coming from that" She said.

"Damn, I don't know shit either." He said. 

"Your mom told me you dated the captain of your high school's hockey team." She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

"She played field hockey and we never discussed it because we mostly spent our time in the back of her mom's minivan." He said coyly. 

"A simple 'she played field hockey' would have been a fine response."

During warmups Jack and Miriam were shown on the jumbotron along with other celebrities. Miriam was shown first. “Here we have Miriam Dominguez, fashion icon and actress. She is known for her roles in ‘In the Heights' and ‘What We Saw’. Her movie ‘The Lies We Vow To’ that she’s starring alongside Oscar Isaac, comes out June 18th, but will be shown at Cannes later this month.” The announcer said with her verse on ‘96,000’ from ‘In the Heights’ playing in the background. 

The jumbotron panned out to her. She gave them a shy smile and turned so that Jack could get full attention as the announcer listed all his accomplishments and how his album was dropping that week. She smiled as he took in the cameras. He was in his own world, dancing along to Nail Tech as it played. 

The couple was in their own little world laughing and talking while watching the game. Miriam’s whole body was turned to Jack. She held onto his arm while his hand rested on her thigh. Suddenly cheers and whistles filled the arena, making the couple look up at the jumbotron.

Cameras were pointed at them for the kiss cam, they ruined their moment. Miriam pulled away and sat straight. Jack waved at the kiss cam to move away from them. It moved onto another couple who happily took in the cameras. 

During one of the breaks, Jack and Miriam went back to the VIP lounge to watch the last of the game so they could avoid the crowd when it ended. Miriam excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Jack to entertain himself. He saw a post of him and Miriam waiting in line at concessions on Twitter. The tweet itself made him snort when he read it: “Why is Miriam always eating up Jack with her outfits?” He decided to retweet it with, “that’s because i’m always eating her out 🤝🏻 balance”.

***

The following morning Miriam flew out to LA while Jack stayed back in New York. They were going to meet in Louisville for the Derby. Jack still had to do some radio interviews. Luckily he was at his last interview with Angie Martinez. 

"This is the type of shit that would make a girlfriend jealous." Angie pointed out as she and Jack discussed how he's a friendly person by nature but people take it as him being flirty. "Wait, you do have a girlfriend, right?" 

Jack felt his cheeks warm up. He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm spoken for." He smiled shyly. 

"Can I ask about you guys?" The radio host asked.

"You can ask, but…" he trailed off. 

"We'll see if I get an answer." She finished for him

"Exactly." He nodded, making her laugh.

"I'm just curious how you two met." She continued. 

"Because Miriam is way out of my league?" He asked, in a playful tone. 

"It's not even about that. It's just that you've been seen, associated with a range of women that no one really knew the type of woman you'd go for."

"I mean I like all women. But I gravitate towards women with confidence; someone who's smart that can carry a conversation with me without it feeling forced. I really like sweethearts and not the type that infantilize themselves to seem innocent. I don't like any jerky or toxic energy. Miriam has all those qualities and more. We balance and compliment each other really well. She is that person who's pretty closed off until she lets you get to know her. Then you see her personality shine through."

Angie stayed quiet, trying to figure out her response but Jack continued. "To answer your initial question, we met last January at a soccer game in LA. Her dad is one of my favorite soccer players growing up, still is. He's a phenomenal athlete. That day LA Galaxy was playing Chelsea, my favorite team and the team her dad played for, and they happened to be sitting in the same section as I was. I made conversation with Miriam because her dad went to meet up with friends, but we stayed behind. That same night a friend of a friend was hosting some dinner and invited me. She was there with her sister. We talked some more there then I slid in her dms as a friend."

"How do you slide in someone's dms as a friend?" She asked him.

"I can't reveal too much about that. Just know, what I did worked." He said coyly. 

"I'm assuming, you guys have been together for a few months." She said. 

Jack nodded. "It'll be a year in July." 

"Oh wow, I was thinking it was brand new." 

"Nah, we've been together for a while."

"How were you able to keep your relationship hidden for so long?" 

"We didn't keep our relationship hidden, we kept it private." He corrected her. "We told those who we want to know and who we trusted to respect our relationship and our privacy. Honestly, I could have just told you 'yes I'm dating someone' and moved on when you asked me. But I trust you, I trust that you won't manipulate what I tell you about me and my partner to make it seem that my relationship with her is something completely different from what I told you. You know." 

"From the bottom of my heart I really appreciate that. I hope that I didn't cross any boundaries." She told him sincerely.  

From there they talked some more about the singles of his album, how he featured Young Miami in the Nail Tech music video, briefly mentioning Miriam's unplanned cameo. They discussed his trip to Turks and Caicos with Drake then veered off to the album's features and how Jack was able to bring them to the album. 

"Are any of the songs in your new album about her?" Angie asked, cautiously. 

Jack tilted from side to side, contemplating. He adjusted his mic wnf spoken into it. "She'll know if they are." 

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[holybibly]

OK ok so I couldn't resist with hard hours and imagining Mingi, cause I'm such a Mingi gal, and how that man is so big and pretty and so totally would manhandle you while giving you dirty praises. Like that big hand of his, covered in rings, palming the back of your head as he guides your mouth on his cock. Or if you were sitting all pretty on his lap and he'd bounce his leg to tease you and watch you squirm and squeal. I'm a bit of a curvier girl but like he's so big and he could toss me around or his whole hand could cover my ass or hips while he's just railing you. I also love the concept of him sliding his ring or necklace on you after he fucks you dumb and gives you kisses before going on stage or back to working in the studio. I simply wanna be the princess' princess (also mingi and him using pet names?? 🥵 anyways adore your work so much!!

Hello, my little bunnies! This is how we will carry on.

If you somehow missed my answer, you can now find all the answers using the tag #ateez unholy hours

Oh, thank you so much dear, I am going to please you all more and more. I will absolutely spoil my favourite bunnies, you are all so sweet and so patient with me. I love you all 💖💖💖

First of all, I think Mingi is definitely the kind of guy who likes girls with shapes, it's more of an opportunity for him to stretch you, squeeze you, bite you and fuck you in the most delicious way.

10 out of 10 times he fucked your boobs. The sight of it was too tempting to pass up the idea. His hands were roughly squeezing your tits, luxurious silver rings crashing into your soft flesh as his thick cock slid so deliciously between your tits. It would all be a terrible mess, but he likes to make a mess.

He would ask you to stick out your tongue so that with every movement of his gorgeous fleshy thighs, the head of his dick comes in contact with your silky appendage. The sensation of this might just bring him to an immediate climax.

He loves to cum in your pussy, but even more, he loves to cum on your face. Something about the way your whole flushed face glistens with his cum drives him crazy and makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He would ask you to sit on his face so he could have a taste of your little cunt. And when I say sit on it, I mean that Mingi would want you to smother him with your thighs while his hot, greedy mouth sucked and licked you like he was going to die if he didn't. He is also a messy eater. The kind of person who would definitely have his tongue inside you for a taste of how wet you are from the inside out.

Two words: deep throat. He loves to fuck your mouth just like that—deep and slow—while you moan and groan around his cock, stimulating his cock even more with those vibrating sounds.

"Good girl," Mingi says. He sees you blinking at him through your teary eyelashes as he pulls you further down his huge cock by your hair. You take it obediently, every slippery inch of it. Until his whole cock is in your mouth. Thick and long, bulging deliciously in your throat.

Mingi loves to have long and passionate sex, to stretch out the pleasure, and to drive his dick into you with slow but powerful thrusts. But when he's in one of his moods, he won't hesitate to fuck you to the last inch of your life, as if you were nothing more than a hole he could fill and fuck until he was satisfied. Until your legs start to shake and his name will be your only coherent thought.

He calls you his doll, his sweetheart, and his baby (because you are so small in comparison to him, of course).

I also think Mingi wouldn't mind trying rimming. Especially if he's too tired and wants to relax on the fluffy pillows of your bed while you lick him between his legs.

He is a whiner and a begger; he is completely shameless in his desires. 

[jasgirl-creations]

How about a smartified Transgirl uses her galaxy brain to become the perfect Bloated Breeding Sow Gamer GF for her man.

This involves getting hella fucking fat, being constantly pregnant whenever possible and birthing litter after litter of her man's babies (possibly out of her fat drooling transgirl cock), and staying in bed or on the couch stuffing her fat face and playing video games. (Also fucking her Man whenever he wants it, using by letting him use her fat drooling transgirl cock as a pocket pussy while she keeps eating and/or gaming)

A perfect GPA. First in my class. A dozen scholarship opportunities to the best schools. My teachers said I was a genius and could go to any school I liked, but I didn't want any of it. As soon as I graduated from high school I announced I was transitioning and moving in with my boyfriend. The first part didn't really surprise anyone. I had been telling everyone I was a trans girl for at least a year and planning my transition the whole time. Everyone knew that once I graduated I was starting my life as a girl. The second part surprised pretty much everyone who expected me to go to one of the very the best universities. Especially my boyfriend, who had a tiny studio apartment. He was even more surprised when I told him I didn't plan to get a job. "Well what are you going to do? Sit on your ass and game all day?" I nodded. Gaming was pretty much all I cared about and all I wanted to do. Well, gaming and sex. I loved masturbating and loved getting fucked by my boyfriend even more. We both had some very specific fetishes and my plan was to use my genius so we could live out our ultimate sexual fantasy. The first step was drugs. The medications my doctor had assigned for my transition were already having effects on my body, but of course they were slow. I was a greedy bitch and didn't want to wait. I tore myself away from gaming to research drugs, and using fake credentials I worked online with specialists from around the world to quickly developed an experimental drug treatment that would hyperboost my transition. The pills were printed in a South American lab and shipped directly to my boyfriend's apartment. Within just a few months I was unrecognizable. My body had transformed from an awkward teen boy to a sexy woman with long smooth legs, wide hips, silky hair (that I kept in pigtails so it wouldn't interfere in my gaming) and fat breasts. My boyfriend was astounded, but I was even happier. I finally had the body I wanted. At least for the first phase of my plan. 6 months after graduating I started step 2 of my transition. More drugs, this time a hyper weight gain formula and appetite stimulant. My boyfriend and I had first bonded in high school over our love of fat chicks, and now I was going to be one! The drug gave me an insatiable appetite. I could eat for hours at a time. Since all I did was lay around our tiny apartment playing games, eating and fucking the pounds quickly piled on. Over the next 6 months I got very fat, and my plan was to keep gaining while I worked on step 3.

Step 3 was a two part plan. I put every bit of my genius into developing a drug that would allow me to become pregnant. My boyfriend was desperate to knock me up and I wanted to be his fat breeding sow! After a year of development my drug was ready to test. It would allow me to give birth, passing the baby through my cock, which required a substantial size increase in my genitals! Fortunately I had been working with a separate research team to develop a cock growth drug, and the tests had been spectacular. My dick had swelled to nearly three feet long and over a foot in girth. It was a drooling stinking log of trans girl fuck meat, constantly erect. I spent most of the time I wasn't eating with my cock head lodged in my mouth, sucking myself to orgasm over and over as I gamed. I was pregnant by the time I was 20, and again before I was 21. By that time I was morbidly obese, my fat ass fully filling the couch that took up nearly half of our studio apartment. I loved it! Now that my research was done I spent all my time gaming, and when I didn't have my cock in my mouth I was sucking on a feeding tube, constantly swallowing a mixture of gainer shake and aphrodisiac that kept e horny and constantly gaining. My plan was to me immobile within the year. My boyfriend kept me pregnant and used my mouth, ass and cock several times a day. He didn't mind working and taking care of the babies as long as he could keep knocking up his perfect bloated breeding sow trans girl gamer girlfriend!

[tricitymonsters]

I’m so fucking exhausted. Fuck unity.

Before anyone freaks out, TCM is made with RenPy so there’s no worry there.

I’m a tiny developer and its highly unlikely anything I make will ever break 200k downloads AND 200k in sales because that’s an absolutely wild amount of success for anything from a solo dev but you know what? Other small teams HAVE hit that. Hollow Knight was made by like 5 people and its on of the most popular indie titles on the market. What Unity is doing is setting up a greedy pit trap that will destroy the middle market between Tiny Indies and A level studios. They have no legalese or precedent in place for edge cases and retroactively enforcing this fee structure HAS to be illegal (but hey Adobe got away with it i guess). No protection from bad faith players who don’t like your game’s content writing scripts to mass download/install, blanket assurances Unity will be able to tell if a runtime install was part of a Charity Bundle for exemption with no word on HOW they will be able to tell (or if the install is pirated for that matter ((i’d love to hear how your pirate scrying wizard orb works unity, or are you just talking out your ass like I suspect))

And just because this is unlikely to affect me personally in any way i’m just… so fucking exhausted seeing creators and our endeavors absolutely shat on, our tools held hostage, our labor mocked and devalued…. Guys i’m fucking tired of it. I’ve made other games that are now defunct projects since I won’t be updating Unity or using it any more. That’s months, years of work. Just. Made suddenly irrelevant.

I try to end little rants like these with calls to action because being Active is the only way to fight back against despondency but jfc I’m not sure what to say. I’m so sick of this.

[sirjacobthomaskiszka]

Relief

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Minors DNI 18+ Only or you’re grounded.

Warnings {smut, rough sex, oral sex m receiving, spanking, hair pulling, spitting, degradation, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap your shit), soft Jakey aftercare}

Jake had been at the studio all day and you were at home, working on random projects and chores, really whatever you came across to keep yourself busy.

It was around the time Jake was due to be home and his arrival was indicated by the slamming of the front door. You called out to Jake, letting him know you were in the kitchen. You could hear his heavy steps, figuring he must have had a bad day at the office.

What you hadn’t prepared for was his hand gripping your throat, pulling you back from the counter and bringing you face to face with the angered man.

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want a word from you unless you are spoken to. I’ve had a long fucking day and you’re going to let me use you to let off some steam, understood?”

You nodded your head, unsure if Jake was looking for a response or not. He released your throat, landing a hot slap to your cheek before gripping your throat again, this time harder.

“I asked if you understood. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir,” you croaked, he hadn’t let up on your throat causing your voice to come out strained.

“Good. Now you’re gonna take your ass upstairs and wait for me. I want you naked on your knees, like the whore you are and when I’m ready, I’ll come find you.” He released you with a shove, walking past you to pour himself a glass of whiskey.

You paused, only slightly taken aback by his actions. This wasn’t something you and Jake hadn’t explored before but this time you could tell how worked up he was and you knew you were in for it. And frankly you were into it too.

Unfortunately you had paused for a second too long, Jake had turned to look at you, venom in his eyes. “Did I fucking stutter? I’m not going to tell you again. Upstairs now.”

You turned quickly on your heel, making your way up to your bedroom and stripping quickly. You knelt on the carpet at the end of the bed waiting for Jake just like he had asked. You could feel the arousal from your encounter in the kitchen starting to leak out of you. You knew better than to try anything to relieve the pressure between your legs.

You weren’t sure how long it had been but eventually you heard Jake coming up the stairs. He came into the bedroom and set his glass on the dresser.

“Eyes on the fucking ground sweetheart. You don’t get to look at me unless I say so.”

You turned your head down, listening intently to Jake moving around the room. You could hear him pull his shirt off, throwing it to the ground beside him, the clanking of his belt as he pulled it from the loops of his jeans. Jake made his way over to you, coming to stand in front of you.

“Hands.” You presented your hands to Jake, making sure to keep your head down. He brought your hands together and looped his belt around them, shoving them back down to your lap when he was done securing you.

“Look at me.” You tilted your head up to look at Jake, taking note that his jeans were open and you could see the light dusting of hair that led down to his hard cock.

Jake took hold of your face by your chin as he bent over you. “Open your mouth.” You did as he said, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Jake then grabbed you by the jaw and spit in your mouth. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow that,” he said staring in your eyes as he stood back up, pulling his cock out of his jeans and stroking himself leisurely.

He took a step closer to you smacking the head of his cock against your tongue, smearing his spit and pre cum over your taste buds before he pushed further into your mouth and down your throat. You took him as best you could, breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat.

“Oh now would you look at that? Such a greedy little cock slut aren’t you?” Jake moved his hands into your hair, gripping your locks tightly as he used your face, fucking himself down your throat.

Drool was dripping down your chin and tears were starting to fall down your cheeks, you focused on keeping your breathing steady and the feeling of Jake, Jake, Jake filling your senses.

“You like it when I use you don’t you? When you’re nothing but a hole for me to fill. Keep being a good little whore and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He pulled out of your throat, a string of spit still connecting the two of you. He slapped your cheek with his wet cock once more before speaking to you again.

“Get up.” Jake hauled you up by the arm and shoved you so you were bent over the edge of the dresser, wood digging into your hips. Your arms were stretched out in front of you and you could feel Jake take his place behind you. The head of his cock rubbing through your folds, catching twice on your entrance before Jake sheathed himself inside you without warning.

“So fucking wet and for what?” Jake took your hair and yanked your head back towards him. Your back arched painfully as he fucked into you deeper. “Treat you like a whore, fuck you like a whore and yet, you’re still fucking dripping for me.” He landed a sharp swat on your ass causing you to moan out. “Yeah you love being my little cock slut.”

With his grip on your hip and hair, Jake was fucking you senseless, you knew you would have marks from his hand and the dresser that was cutting into your hips. The bottles of perfume and picture frames that sat on the top of the dresser were falling over from the force of his thrusts.

Jake pulled out of you, using your hair to lead you to the bed, pulling you back into his chest before he let you go, “On your fucking knees.”

You got yourself onto the bed as best you could with your hands still bound together. Before you could get fully situated Jake came up behind you, reaching between your legs to grab hold of your bound hands, pulling them towards him so you fell with your face pressed into the mattress.

“These stay right fucking here. I hope for your sake you’re smart enough to keep doing as you’re told.”

Jake stood behind you, admiring the view of having you bent and spread for him. You weren’t sure what he was doing back there until you felt his hands come down on either side of your ass, grabbing handfuls of your cheeks. You felt him spit onto your cunt causing a moan to fall from your lips.

He stood up behind you and pushed into you again before pulling out completely. He did this a few times, bottoming out each time pushing whimpers and whines past your lips. The pain of the stretch and the head of his cock brush your cervix was drowned out by the pleasure he was bringing you in this moment.

“That’s right fucking take it. Take it like a good little whore. God the way your pretty little pussy swallows me up, you fucking love it like this don’t you? Such a fucking slut for me.”

Jake fucked into you at a hard, relentless pace. He placed one hand between your shoulder blades pushing you into the bed and the other had a vice grip on your hip. The wet slap of his skin on yours was all that could be heard. You could tell Jake was getting close as his thrusts began to lose tempo, his hand that was holding your hip slipped down to rub tight, fast circles in your clit.

“Cum for me. Right now, cum on this cock that’s you’re such a whore for.” Just like he asked you clenched around Jake’s cock as you came. Screaming his name as your mind went blank, your release gushing out around him as he fucked you through it.

“Just like that, gonna fill your little whore cunt, fuckkk.” Jake pushed into you one final time and you could feel his warmth coating your walls. He collapsed against your back, breathing heavily in your ear.

Jake began rubbing slow circles into your hips where he had been gripping you, tapping your hip twice to signal that he was going to pull out and made his way slowly off the bed.

Jake moved to the side of the bed to release your hands from the belt, gently rubbing at the red marks left behind. He caught your eye and your distant blissed out expression

“Hey there doll, did I break you?”

You only hummed in response, blinking slowly as you came back down.

“Y/n, baby, you’re okay right? That wasn’t too much?”

You nodded your head lightly, “I’m good Jakey, that was great, I promise. Can you help me lay down? My legs feel like jelly.”

Jake came around and helped you turn onto your back, scooping you up to place you back down where you could rest back on the pillows.

“I’ll be right back doll, gonna go grab you some water.”

Jake hadn’t been gone more than a couple minutes with a glass of water in hand, holding it up to your lips to help you take a drink. He climbed on the bed next to you and started massaging your thighs, taking note of all the marks he left on your skin. “These are gonna look real pretty in the morning.”

You laughed at Jake’s comment, turning into his side and cuddling into him. Jake wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to his still sweat slick body. Brushing your hair back away from your eyes, he spoke to you softly, “Did you want a bath or something love?”

“Mm maybe in a little bit Jakey. Just want you to hold me right now.” You relaxed deeper into Jake, his warmth seeping into your skin as you started to doze off. Jake pulled a blanket over the both of you and settled in, having relieved the stress of his day entirely.