#had to bite my tongue so hard but I DID IT I did not babble about Movies And TV 👏👏👏

[highvern]

Aphrodite

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship, fluff at the beginning

Warnings: bathroom sex, kissing, groping, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), cumshot, Mingyu is still obsessed with titties, hair pulling, choking (hand around throat but no breath play), doggy style, unprotected sex (not endorsed by author), praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, there's a little bit of fluff/angst at the beginning (care/comfort) because she had a hard day at work, porn with feelings

Length: ~3k

Note: Drunk Goggles couple's bathroom scene mentioned in Discovery! the first third is so cute i actually had to close my laptop and step away while editing it so please enjoy my brain rot lol. its implied reader is on birth control and Mingyu knows it but still wrap it before you tap it guys. This was drafted as "Champagne Confetti" but i couldn't post it with that title with a straight face

ALSO stream Mamamoo Wheein's new album In the Mood! Aphrodite was a huge inspiration for the sweeter parts of this fic

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The knob of your bathroom cabinet is digging into Mingyu’s shoulder uncomfortably and his ass freezing on the hard tile, but neither register in his mind much. His sole focus is on listening to you vent about how shitty work was as you wash up behind the flimsy curtain only a few feet away.

“Oh and then she had the audacity to say I should have been more prepared for the meeting! As if she didn’t send me the info an hour before!” You babble, head popping out to look at him. 

Mingyu tries and fails to stifle the laughter bubbling at the sight of your shampoo Mohawk.

“What a bitch!”

“Right?!” You move back into the spray and out of sight.

“She’s just mad because you’re better at her job than she is.”

“I wouldn’t be if she actually did her job.” You sigh.

“I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s not your fault Gyu.”

“Do you want me to beat her up?”

“Yeah, because sending my gigantic ass boy toy after her is gonna get her off my back.” You call, closing your eyes as foam rinses from your hair down your skin.

“The correct term is boyfriend.”

“The correct term is baby daddy.”

“You’re fucking nasty.”

“You love me.”

God, I do.

But it’s too early to say those words with the level of earnestness he feels so Mingyu bites his tongue.

Steam and lavender soap tickle his senses as you wash away the evidence of your previous distress. Your manager is number one on Mingyu’s incredibly short shit list.

Mingyu had barely waltzed through the door of your apartment after work, excited to spend the evening cuddled on the couch with a movie like you do every Thursday. He nearly shit himself when he found you sitting at the kitchen counter, tears staining your face and eyes rimmed red. You dove into his chest and cried for an over hour, unable to speak as wretched sobs escaped your throat. He’s never felt so helpless as he sat there, stroking your back as he held you, whispering gentle affirmations into your hair. It was his idea for you to hop in the shower once you calmed down enough to assure him you weren’t injured and “no, no one died.” 

The entire time, Mingyu sat close by listening intently, chiming in occasionally with agreements. He hadn’t follow you into the stall, void of the desire to worsen your mood. Shared showers were not a favorite in this household. Either it ended after two minutes to move to the bed or one of you hopped out, annoyed that the other was hogging the hot water and leaving them in the cold. Mingyu wanted you to relax but the only way he could relax was to make sure you’re actually okay. Which is why he is planted on the ground near the door like a guard dog, keeping an eye on you in case the tears returned; numb butt and sore shoulder be damned.

The squeak of the faucet signals the end of your bathing, echoed by the ruffle of the curtain as you push it aside to exit the tub. He keeps his eyes trained on your face, a smile spreading at the glow radiating from the apples of your cheeks void of the earlier splotchy dullness. You already look a million times better than when he entered your home.

Mingyu is trying very hard to be a supportive boyfriend while you continue to rant; but it’s challenging when the actual woman of his dreams is standing only feet away, completely nude and soaking wet, skin flushed from scrubbing and glistening in the warm glow of the light above the mirror. It takes all his might to ignore the swell of your breast and gentle the sway of your hips, or the curve of your thighs as you stretch for your towel on the rack above the toilet. The movement sends droplets falling in staccato from your hair plastered against your head onto your shoulder before trailing down your front, tracing dizzying patterns across your skin. His very own Aphrodite, exiting the sea to fill his heart.

“I hope she gets fired soon. I know I didn’t look like an idiot in that meeting, it was all her.” 

“No one thinks you’re an idiot.” He looks down at his hands playing with the cuff of his sweatshirt to distract himself from how you start twisting to towel off, body bending and stretching suggestively as you concentrate.

“She definitely does but who cares.”

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, actually.” You smile, towel wrapped around you snugly as you step away from the tub and towards him. “But I could still really use a hug.”

“I can do that.” 

Mingyu jumps up from his place on the floor, beaming at the soft look on your face as he tangles you in his arms. He plants peck after peck across the crown of your wet hair, nose filling with the scent of your shampoo as he squeezes you against him tightly. The remaining moisture on your body is wicked away by the soft fabric of his sweater, covering him in wet spots along his front and down his arms.

“You’re the best.” You sign into his chest as he leaves a kiss on your hairline.

To distract himself from what he really wants to say, Mingyu blows a wet raspberry against your forehead.

“Nope! Never mind!” You squeal, trying in vain to break out of his strong grip. “Get away from me!”

“But baby you just said I was the best!” He counters, arms tighten to prevent you from wiggling lose.

“No, you’re gross and I hate you!”

“GASP.”

You can only roll your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics.

“You hate me? I wipe your tears, clean up your snot, order us take out, and you hate me?” Voice rising in pitch, he gapes at you.

“You ordered take out?”

“Focus on me! I’m hurt. Devastated!”

“Oh no, what will I do?” You deadpan, but the twitch of your mouth betrays your amusement.

It’s a dangerous game given you’re still locked in his arms and his penchant for being over the top.

“I’m deeply deeply wounded missy. So there’s only one way I’ll forgive you.”

“And what’s that?”

“Kiss?” He says with puppy dog eyes and puckered lips that makes him look like a fish.

“Oh my god!” You cackle at his ridiculousness.

“Oh, there she goes again! Do you not care about me at all?”

His question is punctuated by him collapsing against you and fake crying. Laughter bubbles in your chest like champagne. Mingyu makes you feel better without even trying.

“Alright, come here you big baby. Let me give you a kiss.”

Matching smiles meet in a sweet kiss. In your relationship, one kiss frequently becomes ten or twenty so there's no shock when you keep planting pecks against his lips before moving to tickle them across his cheek, brow, and tip of his nose. Mingyu is all smiles and giggles under your lips as you move back to his mouth.

The short kisses become heated swiftly. You wipe the smile off his face easily enough, thanking the universe it takes almost nothing to get Mingyu started (not that you’re any better). You’re impressed he didn’t jump you when you stepped out of the shower in all your naked glory. Honestly, you’re a little disappointed he didn’t. But now with your towel unraveling from your tussle, pressed against his solid frame as you nip his lips, you know it’s a matter of seconds before Mingyu crowds against you and makes you feel a lot better.

Like clockwork, a simple hum in the back of your throat paired with your nails trailing down his chest sets Mingyu off. He turns with you still in his hold, lifting you up and depositing you on the cool marble of the countertop, pushing your legs apart to make room for himself. Clumsy hands push your towel away, giving him access to play with your chest. When the nail of his thumb scratches your nipple, you arch against him with a sigh. The shift breaks your lips apart and Mingyu wasted no time diving for your throat.

Apparently tonight is one of the few nights Mingyu wants to be a little more demanding with you. The hand not plucking your chest moves the tangle itself amongst the wet hair at the crown of your skull, giving a firm tug that has your spine arching, stretching your neck with a whine to give more space to bite along your throat. Teeth scratch against the cords of muscle, but his tongue soothes the abused skin immediately after; even when he’s rough, he treats you like a princess. You feel yourself clenching around nothing at the maddening combination of sensations.

“Please, Gyu”

“Please, what?” He asks, not budging an inch from where he latches to your collarbone.

“Touch me.” You whimper.

His mouth replaces the hand pinching your chest, sucking your abused nipple into his blistering mouth. The hand that was on your chest, skates down between your thighs, pushing your legs further apart, letting your foot find purchase on the handle of the cabinet next to you to spread you wide.

He starts slowly, middle finger parting your downy lips to trace from your entrance to your mound. The calloused pad of his finger nothing more than a gossamer touch against your heat, maddening as it teases you. Curling your hips upwards, you give him more space to circle your entrance before he dips his middle and ring finger inside, thumb stretching to caress your swollen clit.

“So wet already.”

“If you had a boyfriend that treats you how you treat me, then you’d understand why.” You pant into his hair.

“Think I understand plenty.” He replies, moving your hand to caress his dick where it sits tented in his shorts.

The bathroom is filled with shameless whines and puffs of breath as you work each other up. You’ve successfully gotten a hand into his underwear, fisting the head of his cock in a tight rhythm just how he likes. The other busies itself scratching down his back as he preps you for what's to come by twisting two fingers inside you, heel of his hand grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Need you inside.” You whisper into his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm,” your tone is verging on pathetic but his reaction washes away any embarrassment.

“Then be a good girl and turn around.”

Mingyu steps back, giving you space to quickly jump off the counter to turn your back to him. He busies himself with removing his sweater while you settle on your elbows, ass pushed out in front of him teasingly. It gives him pause, easily distracted by the arch of your spine and the subtle jiggle of flesh as you rock from one foot to another. You watch in the mirror as he blinks lazily, using one hand to push down his pants while the other cups a cheek, squeezing it in his palm. When his shorts are finally pooled around his ankles, he steps closer to let his length rest on your ass.

You can feel his leaking tip brush your tailbone, leaving a faint trace of dampness across your skin as you roll on to the balls of your feet to grind back on him. The rigid velvet of his shaft has arousal dripping down your thighs crudely.

You watch his face with rapt attention in the mirror. He’s hypnotized by how his cock looks pressed snug against your rear, resting hot and heavy in the valley of your cheeks. His throat bobs with a harsh swallow; hands wrapping around your sides, lazily tracing the curve between the bottom of your ribs to your hip bones. Mingyu’s hips move of their own volition, rutting across your ass as his cock continues to drool on your skin.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

“Come on baby, I had a hard day. Need you to make me feel better.”

Mingyu's eyes find yours in the mirror. You know the pout on your lips will get you everything you want. Mingyu knows it too.

“Condom,” he prompts. 

There’s a stash in the drawer to your left but Mingyu is fully aware he lacks the will power to reach over and grab one when his hands are filled with something so much more enticing right now.

As you shake your head with a mischievous quirk of lips, he’s pretty sure you’re playing a cruel joke on hum.

“Shit,” He curses. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck me, Gyu.”

Palming his cock, Mingyu recites a silent prayer that he doesn’t blow his load immediately. This is the first time he gets to fuck you raw and goddamit if it’s short lived. Tracing his tip through the mess between your legs, he collects your arousal to lube him up. He can feel how soaking you are at the idea of him fucking you without the barrier of latex, inner thighs smeared with your essence. Hopefully you’ll come as quickly as he probably will.

“You’re so dirty, letting me stuff you with my cock like this. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you gasp when he nudges your clit. “Your dirty girl.”

“That’s right, my dirty girl.” He growls as he pushes inside you.

The first inch has you both closing your eyes, vision filled with stars. As nice as he feels bare inside you, it’s the mental is getting you off more than the physical. Every time Mingyu stretches you out on his cock is a treat, but the knowledge that the flared head of his cock pressing deep inside is leaving traces of his seed along your walls has you breathless. You’ve never let anyone else fuck you like this and a part shielded in your chest hopes he’s that last to.

Mingyu is more or less losing his shit behind you. The scorching wet clamp of your silky inner muscles that he’s only felt on his tongue or fingers is better than he could ever imagine. Your pussy gushing to coat his cock as he splits you open has him on the verge of tears. When he’s settled in, your ass pressed firmly to his pelvis, you wiggle against him.

Mingyu responds by pressing forward, pinning your hips to the counter harshly to prevent you from moving again. You’re clenching around him so hard, it takes all of his self control not to cum. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You mewl.

You’re really not helping.

“Calm down.” He grits out, both to himself and you.

“Need it.”

“Oh you need it?” He chides, delivering a bruising thrust.

You reward him with a sharp whine.

“Calm down baby, I'll give it to you. Always do, don't I?”

One hand circles the base of your throat, not squeezing; just resting the curve against his palm as his thumb trails along the side of your neck. It stops your breath anyway. But then Mingyu leans down to press his chest with your back, face coming into view right over your shoulder to whisper in your ear while looking you in the eye through the mirror.

“But you gotta be a good girl and spread it for me.”

You heave at his words, afraid you might pass out. Hands scramble to grab your own ass cheeks, pulling the flesh apart so he has a clear view of your pussy sucking him in as he starts curling his hips inside you.

The way he’s fucking you is vulgar. Hand wrapped around your throat as the other moves back into your hair, your own brushing the tops of his thighs as he cants against your ass, balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust. Mingyu leans back to watch himself disappear into your cunt, pulling you up into an arch. The feel without a condom is melting his brain but the visual absence of latex is doing incredible damage to his psyche too.

You both are a mess of sweet whines and rough groans, bathroom echoing with the clapping of skin and wet squelch of your full pussy. Breaking his focus on the way your entrance stretches to accommodate his thick cock splitting you open, Mingyu looks in the mirror to watch the way your tits bounce in time with his hips; your mouth open in a silent scream, eyes misty with delirium as you watch him watching you.

“Feel so fucking good like this, shit.” He pants. “Hear how wet you are? Fucking love it don’t you?”

Your head falls forward pathetically, only stopped by the palm still resting around your throat. When Mingyu gives a tentative squeeze, you whimper a quiet agreement. He watches as you force a hand between your thighs, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles to push you closer to the edge.

“Gonna come,” you whine.

“Yeah?” Mingyu asks, excitement clear as day. He tilts his hips to fuck deeper, stretching you just a little bit wider on his cock to send you home.

“Fuck!” You sob, tensing as your orgasm washes over you. 

Every muscle in your body ignites, squeezing impossibly tighter as electricity snaps through your nerves, licking your veins and exploding your field of vision in a blinding white. Like a taunt bow string being released, you curl in on your chest as you clench around your boyfriend’s cock, gushing down shaky thighs. Your free hand grips the edge of the sink, holding on for dear life as you twitch in his hold.

“Where do you want it?” Mingyu cries, two seconds behind you and using his last functioning brain cell to not piss you off by assuming he can finish inside despite wanting nothing more. “Gotta tell me where you want, Y/N.”

“On me, wanna feel you on me!” You cry, still playing with your clit as you pry open teary eyes to watch Mingyu from the mirror.

A bright red blush spreads across his chest and up his neck, glistening with beads of sweat and condensation from the steam clogging the air. His bottom lip swollen from where it's locked between clenched teeth, neck straining and biceps bulging from his harsh grip on your body. He has enough sense of reality to slip the hand around your throat into your hair, gathering the strands in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of the way of the mess he’s about to make.

He pulls out with seconds to spare against a tsunami of pleasure that begins to surge through his body, beginning in his balls and crashing outward to swamp his nerves. It ripples across his skull, raising goosebumps in its wake as it ebbs through his blood stream. Mingyu’s abdomen flexes as he fists his cock still slick with your combined arousal over your ass; thick streaks of his seed rushing forward. You feel a hefty rope land between your shoulder blades, the sticky heat intoxicating as it trickles down your back. A few drops sputter on the dip of your spine and your hand still spreading you wide, decorating you in his own diamonds.

Mingyu can’t help the way he stares at your hole, obsessed with how you clench around nothing like you’re missing something. He wishes he was watching you squeeze around his dick, his cum dripping out of you with each pulse of muscle. Maybe someday he’ll get to.

As your orgasms subside, weariness circles on the edge of your senses. Two sets of eyes flutter shut, chests heaving and hearts beating in time. Unwinding his hand from your hair, Mingyu lets it gently rest next to your hip on the counter, preventing him from collapsing against you and into the sticky residue he’s left. He can’t feel his legs, head empty of coherent thought. Unconsciously, his thumb traces the dimple at the base of your spine, the gentle caress grounding him to his body. 

The quiet of the bathroom is only disturbed by the hum of the overhead fan. You both are spent, muscles weak and nerves fried. Occasionally a deep breath interrupts but it's peaceful as you bask in each other's presence. 

“Oh my god,” you pant, breaking his trance. 

“Hmm?”

“How did you get cum on the mirror?”

[yanderestarangel]

TW: hard dom!tomas, v!sex, degradation, overstimulation, rough sex, smut, dirty talk, pussy drunk!tomas, afab anatomy, ftm reader, eat out, painkink, breedkink, praise kink, creampie, porn plot, light soft aftercare in final cut .

You tried to close your legs once again, it had been hours since Tomas fucked you, eating out with his tongue connected to your pussy, he couldn't get enough of your taste, your moans and how sensitive you were for him — begging him to stop because he was going to cumming again, you were a crying, shaking mess, barely able to feel your legs, your knees were shaking as you stared at the ninja lin kuei's blue orbs — his tongue darted in and out of your sensitive, reddened flesh, smoke licked and licked each sweet juice coming out of your little cunt. "-So tight... so perfect." He moaned, his voice vibrating and making you cry out even more.

"-Are you already crying like a pathetic slut? How cute." Tomas whispered before deliciously capturing one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting gently as he sent goosebumps across your skin, as he did so he began to rub his length into your wet pussy, sliding it up and down slowly at first, causing you both to moan horny.

Eventually, he positioned himself at your entrance, advancing forcefully but carefully. You gasped as he entered you completely, making you whimper and hold onto him tightly.

"-Oh fuck- you're a fucking cocksleeve." Your tight entrance gripped him tightly as your pussy contracted around his member, milking him for more—pounding you relentlessly, he grabbed both of your legs, spreading them further apart. Smoke's powerful fingers dug into your thighs as his hips moved in sync with his thrusts.

"-Do you like being treated like a prostitute?" Vrbada growled, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "-That's it, my little whore. Just a needy hooker for me..." You moaned loudly, your nails digging into the sheets as you arched your back, begging for more, crying in pain and pleasure, feeling the weight of your body of Tomas totally into you.

His hand slid down, grabbing your ass firmly, squeezing and slapping rhythmically, sending even more pain and lust through your senses, he consumed every reaction on your face, how desperate you were from the rough sex, you heard the wood of the bed broke, but Vrbada didn't care about the pieces falling to the floor with each movement.

"-That's a good boy... You’re strong, I know you can take it for me..." From behind you, his hand reached down between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your sensitive clitoris mercilessly. His fingers slid inside you, massaging your sweet expertly as he drove deeper into your core. Your walls constricted tightly around him, milking every drop of cum from his balls.

"-Do you like being my dirty little slut, I know you love it;" Smoke teased between harsh breaths. "-Moaning loudly like that, telling everyone how much you want this filthy treatment, Take all of me. Let me fill you up to the brim." He trapped your thighs with his muscular thighs, each brutal thrust sent waves of pleasure running through your body, making you scream his name over and over again.

Tomas could no longer resist the urge; his orgasm was quickly approaching — babbling about how he was going to breed inside your little hole, showering even more praise for you — when he felt close to climax, he withdrew his shaft almost completely before plunging back inside you, filling -a to the edge, you screamed his name, begging for more while tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving trails on your face. Your pussy clenched around him tightly, milking him for every drop of pleasure, making him cum faster than he ever thought possible, he held your body in place, as he watched you shake and cry from the intense act.

"-Shhh... It's okay, I got you baby, shhh... Calm down." After several moments, Tomas slowly regained control of his breathing and slowly withdrew from your overstimulated hole, his cum came out and soiled your skin even more, running from your pussy to your ass — leaning over you, he gave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"-I love you more than anything, I'm nothing without you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[petitemistletoe]

Can you do a sub!Regulus x dom!reader

Rings

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamic

Word Count: 570

A/N: a little smutty blurb about one of our favorite Black brothers :)

“Look at me Reg,” you said softly, tracing Regulus’ jaw line with your finger. Regulus forced his eyes open to look up at you. He tried to grab at your hips to slow your pace on his cock but he was reminded with a painful jerk that he was handcuffed to the headboard. 

“God it hurts so bad,” Regulus moaned, biting his bicep lightly. 

“Do you want me to stop, baby?” You asked, stilling your movements. 

“No, no,” Regulus felt like he was choking, “please don’t stop.” 

“Let’s just assess things.” You climbed off him and took in the state of his cock. It was straining, painfully hard, near purplish as it contrasted against the delicate porcelain colored cock ring. “Oh Reg,” you said, your fingers ghosting over the tip of Regulus’ cock. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips. He tugged his bottom lip into his mouth to suppress a whine and looked at you with teary eyes. 

“I’m so sensitive,” Regulus’ legs were shaking. 

“I know baby. Do you understand why you have the cock ring on?”

“Because I was bad!” Regulus moaned loudly again as your hand came in contact with his cock. 

“Yes you were,” you were stroking his cock languidly, “what did you do?”

“I fingered you under the desk during potions.” Regulus gasped, letting his head lean back and thud gently against the headboard. 

“That’s right. In front of my best friend and your brother, Sirius.” You ran a finger over his slit and he moaned so loud you were beginning to question the efficacy the silencing spell that you had cast over your four poster bed. 

“I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll be better.” Regulus begged. 

“Let’s see about that.” You climbed back on top of Regulus and sunk down on him. Regulus’ wrists were going to be bruised with the way he was yanking against the handcuffs. You leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss, teeth clashing against each other as he shoved his tongue past your lips, hungrily, needily exploring the caverns of your mouth. Regulus was able to fuck up into you now, faster and more intense. You began moaning as freely as he had been, the position of your pelvis delivering delicious friction to your clit. You had your head in the crook of Regulus’ neck and you bit down on the soft supple skin of his neck as you came, your orgasm washing over your with hot and icy intensity. Regulus wasn’t stopping though and he was babbling almost incoherently in your ear and you couldn’t process it until you heard him yapping, 

“Take it off! Take it off!”

“Oh yes of course!” You immediately reached behind you and unsnapped the cock ring. Regulus came hard and fast, moaning your name like he was praying. You reached up and whispered a tired, 

“Alohomora.” The cuffs immediately unclasped around Regulus wrists and he lay tiredly in the bed, his arms wrapped around you. 

“I should disobey more often,” Regulus chuckled. 

“I do love to punish you.” You smiled back, “But, really, we can’t risk Sirius finding out about us.”

“Yeah, yeah, he would lose his mind.” Regulus shook his head. 

“Hey! Why the hell does it say on the map that Regulus is in your room?” The voice of Sirius through the door to the girls dorm sent an icy shockwave down yours and Reg’s spines. 

[doawks]

riding mingyu at 3AM🤭

all mine, kim mingyu.

warnings. not proof read. mild daddy kink. implications of breeding / unprotected sex. riding. dirty talk. lmk if i missed anything.

head pushed onto the silk pillow; hands intertwined - pressed onto your stomach━━ you let out a breathy sigh. to your knowledge, it was 3:10 am - thanks to the clock on the nightstand next to your side of the bed. you were bored out of your mind and had nothing to do. beside you, laid your boyfriend━ soft snores seeping from his mouth. he looked so peaceful, waking him up was the last thing you wanted to do.

you bite your lip in contemplation on what to do. then, with little hesitation, you rotate your body on your side, and push your face into mingyu’s neck. you nuzzled your nose into curve, before tattooing kisses onto his dewy skin. mingyu was a light sleeper, meaning that the faintest touches could make him stir ━ and it wasn’t exactly like your kisses were soft either. they were somewhat rushed with a hint of need. you brought a hand to his chest, trailing it down to his stomach ━ feeling his abs through the thin material of the tank top.

mingyu’s eyelids began to flutter, though it went unnoticed by you. you were too occupied into leaving open-mouthed kisses onto his flesh.

then, his eyes open completely. when realizing the situation, his lips quirked into a small smirk. his poor baby, too desperate to the point where she was ready to fuck her boyfriend in his sleep. he lifted a hand, bringing it under your arm to rest on your waist. “baby.” it was his deep voice laced with tiredness that brought you out of your trance.

at that moment, you felt embarrassment all over - like you’ve never felt before. you wanted him to wake up, yes, but you didn’t think he actually was. fuck.

his tongue pokes out, running over his bottom lip. “cmere,” he rasps, squeezing the chunk of your flesh into his palm, “wanna see my pretty baby.”

your face began to heat up, warmth erupting throughout your body. however, you slowly lift your head - bringing the hand that was on his stomach, back to yourself. you sat up completely and tried to look anywhere, at anything, but him. his gaze was so intense, you felt it shoot daggers into your body. and if you weren’t hallucinating, you were positive that you felt a drip of your wetness trickle down your inner thigh.

“what’s the matter, hm?” his thumb circles on your skin, “you wanted me up, didn’t you? baby just needed some attention?”

it was foolish at how quickly you nodded at the question. you needed him so badly━and he knew that. he always did. he removed his hand before stretching out his arms, inviting you into them. or more so into his lap. you obliged with little to zero hesitation. you climbed onto his lap, the strong hands he had on your waist, placing directly onto his clothed cock. a light whimper escaped your plump lips, causing his ears to perk. the sound was so pretty, so fucking heavenly.

“you feel that, angel? feel how hard i got just from some kisses?” his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek - feeling his patience run thin. you were in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties, and a tank top which your little nipples jabbed through. his hands run up and down your sides slowly, teasingly as if testing who was going to break first. you he would have to assume.

“daddy . . .”

he hums quizzingly, bringing his hand under the shirt to play with your tit, twisting your hardened nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger.

“wan’ . . . wan’ your cock.” you babbled, placing your hand on top of his.

“yeah?” he licks his lips once more, “are you wet, baby? gotta make sure you’re nice and prepped for daddy.”                

you nod immediately, “yes! see,” you brought his other hand that was on your waist, to your clothed cunt. your wetness seeped through the thin material, and mingyu had to groan at that━your warmth felt nice pressed up against his palm. “nice and wet for you, daddy. please fuck me now?”

“shit. take my cock out.” you did so with no uncertainty. the head of his cock was nice and red as it pumped pre-cum. you smeared the semen with the pad of your thumb, smiling diligently. you then lift your hips, pull your panties to the side and rub the tip of his cock against your quivering clit.

“hmph! can i- can i put it in, gyu?”

with the one hand he had rested on your waist, and the other behind his head, he watched you with hooded eyes, “go ‘head, princess.”

that was all the confirmation you needed before you sat yourself down on his cock. ripping a loud, hoarse moan from your throat. your pussy was still sensitive, seeing that mingyu had fucked you raw and well a few hours prior. the walls of your cunt sucked him in deliciously, as if you thought he was going somewhere. you pounced on him, ass smacking against his thigh. it wasn’t your first time riding him, but it also wasn’t something that happened regularly. any other time, you would be lied back on the mattress, pretty little pussy getting plowed until he ripped at least four orgasms out of you ━ or on other occasions, face pushed into the pillow as he wrecked your shit from behind. long story short, mingyu was always in charge to take your pussy - his pussy however he wanted. though, seeing his pretty little thing riding his cock once in a while wasn’t bad.

“fuck, baby. keep ridin’ me like that, and imma fill you right up again━make you a cute mommy.” if there was one thing mingyu loved, it was breeding you. watching his come slowly drip out your pussy, inching down to your asshole - only to push his cock back inside your cunt to make sure you were all nice and full. he wouldn’t want his baby feeling empty, no.

“aah━daa . . . need help . . .”

“nah,” he shakes head, eyes on your bouncing tits, “you got this, princess. fuckin’ me so well, already.” he praised, licking his lips which felt like the umpteenth time he did so.

your small hands press down on his hard chest, as you try to stabilize your movements. it became sloppy, the feeling of your clit twitching, and tummy twisting━you knew you were seconds away from coming all over his cock.

mingyu knew that as well, and took your twitching clit underneath his thumb, rubbing the pearl into harsh circles. your thighs began to convulse at his sides, and your broken whimpers became louder. mingyu’s pace didn’t falter and neither did your hips. it wasn’t long before you creamed prettily all on his thick cock.

slowly, you leaned forward to press a kiss onto his lips. his arms wrapped around your waist, kissing you back with much passion. “satisfied?” he mumbles against your mouth.

you smile, nodding, “thank you.”

[kinq-sleazee]

MDNI 18+| bimbo!reader , chubby/thicc reader, fantasizing , mean boy meg , JJK frat house !

♔♕♚♛

I can’t stop thinkin’ bout Megumi’s obsession with Yuji’s chunky little bimbo gf.

Hate is a strong word, too strong a word to describe Megumi’s feelings for you. He refuses to give anyone that much energy, especially someone like you.

You’d probably fall within the category of “strongly disliked” when it comes to raven haired man.

It wasn’t anything you did to him, per se— he just found your general existence inconvenient.

Yuji is his fondest associate . Some may even consider them friends. They’d crossed the burning sands together, becoming members of the hallowed house JJK—that kind of thing binds people.

More often than not, they’d spend time together , fuck around, and their rooms were even right next to each others.

This wouldn’t have been a problem if you hadn’t entered their lives.

Megumi considers himself a level headed and loyal guy, but all of that fades once you walk in the room.

Have you no sense of decency ?

That thing that you call a skirt barely pulls over your full hips that sway with each sensual step, making your thighs and ass jiggle in a tantalizing fashion. All he can think about is how good it would look pushed up to your waist while he pounded you from behind.

He’s sure it’d be like a wave every time he bottomed out in your little hole. Probably would use both hands to jiggle and spread your cheeks as he watches you cream around his cock.

Plus, you were always wearing some skimpy little crop top that had all of your fluffy bits on display. Big, juicy tits presented so nicely through the deep v of your top. If he was lucky , you wouldn’t be wearing a bra that day and he could see your nipples pebbling through the fabric.

To have his lips wrapped around those puffy brown mounds would be heavenly. Swirling his tongue softly around the peak just to bite down harshly when you least expected it. He figured that you’re probably a squirmer so he’d have to use one hand to hold you down by your soft tummy. His eyes would probably roll to the back of his head feeling your flesh spill through his fingers while he toyed with your tits.

And god— your perfect fucking mouth. He has spent so many nights fucking his fist to the thought of you swallowing around his cock. Looking all dumb and pretty with teary eyes, gloss stained cheeks and drool on your chin. Megumi likes it sloppy— he’d wrap his hand around your neck for leverage and plunge into your throat until ropes of cum mixed with foamy saliva fell down your torso.

He really disliked you.

You make it so hard to be a good friend.

Like right now you’re standing at the door waiting to be let in. Nobody’s here, won’t be for another hour or so. It would be too easy to invite you in to wait on your precious “Yuu”. He’d even offer to keep you company on his friend’s bed. It wouldn’t be too hard to pretend to listen to whatever bullshit you were babbling about. You’re so dumb and slutty that you don’t even question it when he says that he’s only rubbing your thighs because his hands are cold. Megumi would have to bite his tongue to keep from laughing when he accuses you of getting turned on and you actually start apologizing.

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean it. You got my fingers all wet and m’hard now. It’s your responsibility to fix it”.

That’s all it would take to have you bouncing on his cock, head thrown back while he sucks on one nipple and pinches the other.

Yuuji wouldn’t mind right ?

[getodrools]

after reading 'drunk in love' i can now only think about drunk toji, sloppy makeouts and pussy kisses 🎀

໒꒰ྀི｡•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞️ omgeee yes ! drunk toji is so filthy ! he's a dirty old man who would do anything to get his paws on you – he just gets extra nasty with liquor sobb ꩜ ᯅ ꩜

+ here is that drunk in love fic – w/ toji and others that's about the same concept if you enjoyed this one ! <3

𖣠﹒﹒content﹔mdni ୨୧ f! reader. pussy drunk! toji (quite literally). dub con (both parties are drunk but this is all consensual sex). lots of sloppy kisses and sloppy pussy kisses. dry humping. cunnilingus. fingering. pussy spank sob (he could get mean). clit biting. squirting ! ! he cums in his pants ;c. | wc –> est 1.1k+

toji initiated this gently – playful with soft kisses and you in his lap, cradling the small of his waist. when he'd feel your plush thighs squeezing then and there he'd tip the bottle to your mouth. but at every brush of one's lips lasting longer began to slip with more drool. your maws wet and leeching.

he’d pour some more.

it burned. your face scrunching up so cutely he couldn't help but think, ‘fuck, that's my pretty girl.’ his cock stiffens up rock hard at just the drunk simmer in your smile, reminding him of the same faces you'd make when his tongue lapped at your pussy…

your eyes squeeze together, no tighter than the vice your thighs shake around toji’s head. twisting and turning, he groans at your tremble. slapping your thighs back open and giving them a mean pinch so he could fix where he wants his tongue planted down on you.

“quite whinnin’ baby.” hot mouth still smothered between puffy folds, the deep grumble vibrates a mess of bubbles from between his lips – a mess of mixed salvia and sticky sap you glisten more than his lower face with… you could almost hear the squelch when he'd slurp you right up too, tongue catching your clit and giving your nerves a gentle nibble. the sharp suckle forces your hands to knot in sheets and get lost in his shaggy hair.

gruff and sucking hard but not forgetting your little hole. toji hooks a finger deep in your cunt and he curves it just right your eyes knockback.

toji’s own flutter open or droop closed, getting lost between your legs or watching you get lost in the clouds. not only did the firewater still boil in your blood, it mixed deliciously with the slop of mess puddling at his chin, and you swear you could feel the wet muscle all the more.

drunk and a filthy mess.

toji wraps tight lips around your clit, sucking a mean pull ‘til the puffy nerves popped out his mouth. hips bucking, your boyfriend sloppy and just as drunk, yet the pistoning of digits and lethargic lapping gives your tummy a coil.

drunk on spirits or lust – either one, you spew out incoherent words, babbling long syllables and howls of his name, “toji! oh fuck– toji!” and he lets you roll your hips into his face. he finds it cute how you desperately mush his nose into the fat of your lips with the help of your hand-knotting in his hair, tugging at him in fervor.

he follows, taking a breath before scissoring a long tongue harder and between crammed fingers. the boozed man spreads you open, two digits keeping you wide to stuff a slippery tongue in your sopping hole. plugging you up with a constancy of flicks, you almost beg for a break, too wasted to other than moan.

your legs tremble. cumming and whining all over again.

toji himself moans into your cunt. not noticing every time you cried out his name, his hips looked for friction. cock too hard to be ignored, even off the rocks, his body knows what gets him off.

he gives a wet kiss to your lower lips; sliding his mouth up and down with a slosh, it almost tickles ‘til he gives you a mean swat. that hurt. your eyes squint open, mouth humming out an, “ah, tojii..” expecting the ceiling in your view, toji had already crawled up your body – now hovering an overwhelming gloom above you.

but that silver smile makes you giggle. falling pliant into his ragged touch again. it was anchoring and strong, handfuls of you squeezed into his grasp, he was reaching for every warm inch to hold close to.

“so messy...” toji grumbles. his mouth, chin, and his chest was wet— illuminating. you didn't even have to see the aftermath on the sheets, already feeling it puddle at your ass…

but catching a glimpse between your bodies as he clanged around, your brow hooks in. giggling at his own mess in his pants. a sludge of cum damped in his briefs and it was thick, oozing in strings through thin fabric.

“what're you giggling about? you.. you should be asleep..” you should be asleep. your body was already begging to fall into rest, but you couldn't help but giggle.

toji was scruffy and messy as is, but watching how he felt in his natural state with sap in his stubble and batter coating down his leg, and some liquor brewing in his system. he just looked so haggard. it was alluring, a timeworn man with rough edges made your cunt clench…

<– BACK: PINNED 𖣠 NEXT: MORE TOJI FUSHIGURO –>

[dark-fics-4-you]

PLS RAFE BREEDING KINK YOU’VE PROBABLY ALREADY DONE ONE BUT I CAN’T GET ENOUGH

The Fastest Way to Make Up After an Argument

Warnings: non-con, unprotected sex, oral f!recieving, forced breeding, abusive relationship, violence

You panted, chest rising and falling rapidly, as Rafe devoured you messily. One of your hands tangled into his hair and you pulled at him greedily. Your boyfriend’s tongue eagerly lapped up your juices and you let out a gasp when you felt him push one finger into you.

It was almost hard to believe that just twenty minutes ago you and him were in a screaming match that culminated with Rafe throwing one of your favorite mugs on the ground and shattering it.

You shifted your right leg to hook the inside of your knee on his shoulder. You would have moved the other as well, but he had his other hand clamped down on your thigh, not allowing you to squirm away.

He pushed a second finger into you, chuckling lowly when you whimpered. His tongue flicked against your sensitive clit and you squeezed your eyes shut as Rafe brought you closer to the edge.

You squeezed your thighs against his head, bucking your hips in rhythm as his fingers curled in you.

You threw back your head, biting your lip in an attempt to muffle your moan when you came, tightening around his fingers and soaking his hand with your juices.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl,” Rafe rasped, pulling away just long enough to praise you before his lips found your clit again.

You twitched in surprise, overstimulated to the point that tears pooled in your eyes as he sucked on your tender clit. It didn’t take long before you were shaking and moaning as you came on his lips a second time.

You fell back, already exhausted when your boyfriend climbed on top of you, nipping at your neck and placing messy kisses as he worked down to your collarbones.

His hard length pressed against your slick entrance, teasing you when he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

“Mmm Rafe, did you put on a condom?” You mumbled, still in the haze of post orgasmic bliss.

Rafe said nothing, eyes fixed on where the the tip of him was slowly pushing into you.

“Rafe?” You tried to sit up to meet his eyes, but before you could, his hands met your shoulders, driving you back onto the bed and inching into you slowly at the same time.

He let out a hiss when he bottomed out, arms shaking slightly at the feeling of burying himself in you.

Rafe had never felt closer to you, the feeling of you dripping around him and squeezing his cock was making him feel downright feral.

Your brain went blank when he started to fuck you slowly, the overstimulation from earlier still making you a babbling mess.

The longer he pushed his cock into you and the more your eyes were rolling back in your head, the more Rafe was desperate to fill you with his seed.

It was all he had been thinking about for weeks, wanting to flood you with his cum over and over again until your dumb little bimbo brain could think about nothing but him and how to be a better girlfriend to him. Or maybe even a better wife.

You snapped out of the pleasure induced haze when Rafe brought one hand to your throat, leaning in so that his lips were on your ear, “I’m gonna cum so deep in you that you’ll be dripping for days. I want to hear you whimpering and creaming on my dick all night, princess.”

Your eyes widened as you struggled beneath him, tears stinging at your eyes when you felt his rings kiss your cheek and a ringing filled your ears as your head whipped to the side.

Rafe’s eyes burned a hole into you, your pulse skyrocketing and leaving you gasping for air as he began slowly pushing his cock into you again, “You better be fucking grateful that I like you enough to even consider knocking you up.”

[rudazed]

hot tub with sim jaeyun. 18+

(that new vlog where he's swimming around in that sleeveless top had me thinking thoughts.)

imagine riding jake super late at night in one of those fancy ass five star hotel hot tubs when no one else is around. you literally saw a tumbleweed pass by from how empty it is yet the thought of inevitably getting caught turned you both on so much it ached. it'd start by him slowly drawing shapes on your upper thighs, pulling your waist closer to him as you both sat side by side. he'd lean over to kiss you gently, but deep down a part of you hoped it would turn into something more... n luckily for you, he was feeling the exact same. it didn't take long for him to shove his warm tongue against yours and moan into your mouth. he'd usher your body over his own and you'd immediately start grinding on him. the friction of your crotches surrounded by the hot water felt so good it was addicting. you'd both be humping each other so desperately while making out. you'd be grabbing n pulling his hair n he'd try so hard not to moan too loud but he was twitching in his shorts already. "fuck, i need you" he'd whisper into your ear which would make you quiver. it's not like you two haven't had sex or made out in places you probably shouldn't have (like the practice room, managers cars, the dorm bathroom, etc) but this was different. all those other places have locks and some sort of semblance of privacy, and this pool... well.. any person could walk in at ANY time. you both did not even care. or more so, COULD not even care when you quite literally need to feel him inside of you so badly. "please jake, fuck me" you'd whimper, n he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. he'd quickly move your underwear to the side n you'd help him release himself from his own swim shorts. it would only take a split second for you to line him up to your entrance so you could slowly sink down onto his length, making you both gasp. he'd throw his head back n furrow his brows as you began to immediately quicken your pace, riding out the pleasure as much as you could. trying so hard to make the ache go away. "ahh you feel so warm my love,, you feel so fucking good," he'd babble on while kissing your neck and down your chest. you'd feel yourself unwinding fast, and you'd start to let out even louder moans to which he'd without hesitation bring his shirt up and shove it into your mouth "shhh, i know my love.." you'd bite onto the fabric as you rode out your high. you were both so close that it didn't take long for you to tighten around him and lose control. his shirt would fall out of your lips the second you came, and you'd let out a high pitched shriek as you felt the pleasure touch every inch of your body. he wouldn't even have the chance to relish in it since he came undone not even 2 seconds later, finishing in you as he rutted his hips into you desperately you'd both be sweating, sticky, and obviously wet, but you did not even care. he'd wrap his arms around you and you'd rest your face on his warm chest. you'd sit there for a bit, breathing each other in. so sleepy n warm. "i love you" "i love you too." "im gonna fall asleep" "NO"

[anystalker707]

Another night in the pantry

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

Requested by anon ["Can you please write sanji x male top reader and sanji is jus a whimpering mess wit overstimulation and a humiliation/degradation kink 😂😂☝🏽☝🏽..."]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji’s uneven breathing resonated through the cramped room, muffled by the items lined up along the shelves on the wooden walls and the sound of the gentle waves outside. The strip of moonlight that slipped through the small circular window lit up the room just enough without attracting the attention of whoever darted around in the middle of the night, and whoever was in the crow’s nest this time was too far to notice anything happening there.

The pantry quietly witnessed another encounter between you, in which Sanji once again lay back against the wooden boxes while you stood between his spread legs with your lips attached to his neck. Sanji’s shoes and tie were already discarded somewhere else, some buttons of his shirt open to make way for your lips.

A particularly loud whimper came from Sanji, resembling a muffled moan, as his back arched off the surface. He breathed through his mouth a couple of times, hands tightening around your shirt as he groaned in frustration, pulling you closer with both his arms and legs wrapping around you. His erection ground more against yours through the layers of clothes, but the motion dragged slowly this time.

“Please, my love, please,” he breathed against your neck with a soft cry, dampening your skin more than the sweat already had. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, my life, please, I need you,” he babbled in a whiny tone as he gasped for air, with a long moan as he arched his back again.

“Damn,” you whispered as you stood up properly and took your shirt off, much to Sanji’s pleasure as he eyed you hungrily. Your cock strained against your pants too painfully already, so maybe it was time to finally give in to Sanji’s pleas, and he seemed to catch on to your intentions, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he observed you with his breath caught in his throat and propped up on his elbows.

Sanji’s eyes followed your hands as they undid each button of his blue shirt, then did the same with his pants. He gasped in anticipation, but the soft sound was replaced by an embarrassed groan when you pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard and damp cock. It made you raise your eyebrows, biting your lip.

“Damn, look at the mess you made…” Your finger trailed up his cock, gathering a little of the sticky cum on it, before you stuck your finger into your mouth to lick it clean; he whimpered more at something as simple as it. “Still cumming inside your pants? How old are you, Sanji? Damn it…”

That was a hot sight, honestly, making your cock throb in its confines once again. Sanji had cummed earlier when you started dry-humping him, since he’d already been hard for a while before he finally started begging as you told him to, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. His cock twitched under your gaze as he chanted more pleas under his breath.

“Really can’t contain yourself, right?” You muttered, finishing taking Sanji’s pants and underwear all the way down so that you could spread his legs properly—given his flexibility, it was an easy job. “What made you so horny today? Been daydreaming in the kitchen instead of doing your damn job? Are you even good for anything at all?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment while running your thumb along the underside of his cock, pressing your knuckle to the hot skin.

Sanji let out a shaky breath at the same time his thighs quivered, threatening to close around your hand, but they stopped by your sides. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my love,” he whined, pressing his eyes shut and letting himself rest on his back again, throwing his arms above himself.

“What if I left you here and gave up on touching you, hm?” You questioned just to hear that answer once more, running your hand up and down his stomach, feeling the skin move under your palm with each breath.

With a small groan escaping his lips, his eyebrows twitched a little, furrowing more. “...Whatever you want, my love.”

“You’re so pathetic, Sanji,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “You should be ashamed of being like this. So stupid.” Your hand held his face this time, squishing his cheeks together to make him look at you, and he didn’t even need to be told anything, cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I’d be ashamed if I were you. Are you ashamed, Sanji? Can’t even stand up for yourself.”

Sanji’s face burned vividly, and he was thankful you couldn’t see his red face in the darkness, or else it’d be another reason for you to tease him… Or maybe it was unfortunate. Your cruel words managed to always send hot waves of arousal down his spine and make his cock twitch, as much as he tried to pretend not to like it. He finally nodded in agreement with your words, feeling shame and arousal burn inside him simultaneously.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against his lips, pecking them briefly. “I love you anyway.”

A hopeless sound came from Sanji as he let his head slowly fall back once you let go of it, his heart fluttering at the same time his cock twitched, and he waited for more from you. Just his hand or dry-humping wasn’t enough for him—he needed you to touch and use him until you were satisfied, no matter how sensitive his cock already felt.

There was lube hidden behind the boxes because of the frequent encounters, and you made a mental note of getting a new one when noticing the remaining liquid only reached under a fourth of the bottle, but it was still enough to cover your cock in a decent amount of it and pour some over Sanji’s awaiting hole. Just the feeling of the cold lube against his skin was enough to snatch another whimper from Sanji.

“You’re like a pretty toy, Sanji,” you said as your thumb pressed to his hole, flat, without enough pressure to actually push in, though it was already enough for his thighs to quiver a little. “Here to be used whenever I need to get off, right? Though you’re quite needy sometimes…” You raised your eyebrows lightly, pushing your index finger into Sanji instead. He gasped, walls tightening around your finger while all you did was spread the lube around instead of fingering him as he wished. “Were you made to be fucked by me, baby? Because it sure does feel like it, sometimes.”

Playfulness laced both your voice and actions, with that touch of malice that made Sanji’s head spin. He groaned, chest rising and falling as he panted, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin; a perfect mess that you’d made yourself. Your eyes lingered on the marks over his neck and chest while pride swelled in you, making you smile a little before finally pressing the tip of your cock to his hole.

Sanji gasped, squirming at the littlest touch, but he quickly stayed still before you could say anything, obediently. He gasped at the intrusion, at the same time the pleased sounds also escaped from your lips with how his walls clenched and accommodated around your cock.

“Tight,” you breathed, observing Sanji whimper and arch his back, pressing his eyes shut as his hands closed around nothing. It made you wonder what made him want you so badly, a worry that was quickly pushed to the back of your mind and overtaken by the need to fuck him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you started moving. The first thrusts were tentative and messy, with pauses between them so that you could process the waves of pleasure that Sanji’s ass sent running down your spine. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cum fast, so you took a deep breath before finally being able to settle down for a steady rhythm. “Good,” you breathed.

You wrapped Sanji’s leg around your waist by bringing it up with a hand under his thigh, finding a new angle that made him go all tight around your cock as his thighs quivered more. His hands found the edges of the wooden boxes and clung to them, finally finding something to ground him through the intense pleasure.

“Ahh, my love, I can’t—” Sanji cried out softly, unable to hold himself back before he was cumming again, making you raise your eyebrows and observe it in surprise while the hot and sticky cum spilled all over his torso while your cock still pounded into him. A sound that reminded you of a sob escaped Sanji’s lips, but you kept going when nothing that resembled the safe word escaped his lips. “Please,” he breathed as his eyes opened briefly, with pretty blue orbs staring at you with a need that still lingered.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you made the thrusts more intense, making Sanji’s body gently rock every time your hips met the back of his thighs. He arched his back as strings of whines dripped from his lips, mixed with something that sounded like your name, if you paid attention enough.

“Again, Sanji? You’re so fucking greedy today,” he groaned, clicking your tongue as you ran your free hand up and down his side, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Mmm, good thing I am here for you, right? Or else what? I bet you’d go back to fucking your hand all day long while thinking about some girl who probably thinks you’re gross.”

Something like a cry mixed with a moan came from Sanji, and as much as he could attempt to deny anything, the way his ass clenched around your cock proved how much he loved your cruelty. He pressed a hand over his mouth as your thrusts got more powerful, trying to muffle the high-pitched cries that escaped his throat, but you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Let them hear you,” you said with a grin, “let your dear Nami-swan know you like it up the ass so much. What will she think of you, hm?” Of course, no one would listen unless someone was darting around late at night—which was highly improbable—, but it was nice torturing him like that, even more so when it made his back arch so deliciously. “Fuck, hot,” you whispered, speeding up your thrusts.

A few tears escaped Sanji’s eyes, but you judged it was from the overstimulation as well, from keeping going through all those orgasms. Either way, he kept going strongly, cock still hard, flushed, and swollen as it twitched and leaked pre-cum whenever your cock hit deep inside him. The leftover cum made his tip glisten, and you bit your lip with a groan. The tone of Sanji’s flushed cock almost matched the way his nipples were bright red from the abuse, and the hickeys on his skin.

“I’m going to cum, Sanji, baby,” you breathed, “and I want you to cum with me.”

“Yes, mon amour, please,” Sanji said between moans, arching his back more, but nothing compared to the way he squirmed when your hand wrapped around his already sensitive cock and started stroking it. You could only imagine how the overstimulation affected Sanji, snatching louder and whinier sounds from his lips as more tears trailed down his face, while his ass clenched around your cock more, milking it.

“Mmm, I’m— Nngh, b—” Sanji could barely form anything coherent, and seeing him like that made your cock twitch more inside him, the arousal rising in your lower stomach. His eyebrows furrowed under the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, and he couldn’t even stop pressing his eyes shut.

Finally, a louder and longer moan escaped Sanji’s lips before he was cumming once again—the cum was now clear as it added up to the other load that already covered his torso, and Sanji’s thighs trembled. Seeing that was enough to make your balls tighten, and you were cumming as well, gasping as you came inside Sanji, continuing thrusting to make sure your cum was deep inside him and that you were well satisfied.

Sanji still whimpered after he came down from his high; his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he didn’t ask for more this time.

“Fuck,” you whispered, stepping back to tuck your cock back into your pants before giving proper attention to Sanji. You sighed, sitting up on the box so that you could reach him, cupping his face and peppering it with kisses. “Poor thing,” you whispered, wiping the tears away from his face. “Are you good now?”

Sanji nodded faintly, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you, still struggling to catch his breath, sniffling occasionally.

“Good boy,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can get some cuddles.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[goszixx]

Just a kiss

✧༺♡ ༻∞ ✧༺♡ ༻∞ ✧༺♡ ༻∞

Notes ❈° ≫ i couldn’t sleep so I had to write this.

Part 2

Warning ❈° ≫ Oral fixation! Choso is needy, dom reader, teasing, begging, I think that’s it?

✧༺♡ ༻∞ ✧༺♡ ༻∞ ✧༺♡ ༻∞

The sleeves of his light tan robe fell further down his arms, showing off his pale skin. You could see the blush splatter down his neck, the pretty pink contrasting with his skin. Admiring the curves of his muscles, you crossed your legs, leaning back against your arms that supported you. The sheets of your bed shuffled a bit under your weight.

Drops of sweat rolled down his chest, swiping over his perky nipples only to disappear into his clothing. His chest tensed, causing the muscles to flex a bit when he heaved. His teeth grind together when the cold air of the air conditioner sparked on.

Whines broke through his lips for a moment before biting down on his bottom lip harder. The cold air caressed his nipples, only reminding Choso of what he could be doing to you right now, if only you’d let him. “Please.”

Again he muttered the plea, eyes now fixated on the hands in his lap pulling at the clothing other his thighs. He sat on his knees, shuffling on the carpet to keep his stimulation to a minimum. The bulge in his pants is too visible to go back, the thought only added more red to his cheeks. Giving the mark running across his face a pink hue.

Deep pants parted from Choso’s lips as he tried to gain a little control of what he was feeling. You watched, intrigued and amused by the older man. A smile graced your lips when your boyfriend’s eyes squeezed shut, teeth tearing at his bottom lip. Seeing him trying so hard only made you want to tease him more.

You pushed yourself off the bed underneath you, bent as you leaned over Choso. His eyes snapped open only for him to be paralyzed by the smirk laying on your pretty lips.

The man flinched when one of your hands wrapped around his wrists. More heat spreads across his body from the contact. Your eyes never leave each others as you slowly raise his hand.

Seeing you lick your lips before parting them ever so slowly sent shivers throughout Choso’s body. His eyes became dazed when he felt the warmth of your lips on his fingertips. “What are you…” Choso’s words trailed off in a sluggish manner. As if he was intoxicated. The only thing keeping him from pinning this all on a dream was the throbbing of his cock.

It ached, so much so that he felt like he could cum on instincts. He could feel the stickiness of precum pressed against his thigh. His tip no doubt a pretty pink and begging to be stimulated among other parts of his body.

Lips parting as you brought his fingers close, you rolled your tongue out. That look alone made more wetness surge through Choso’s underwear. When the heat of your mouth and the sloppiness of your mouth surrounded his fingers, Choso lost it.

“My love p-please don’t tease me like this.” Choso stuttered his plea, eyes glossy and in need. You were well aware of your boyfriend’s oral fixation. How he needed to put something in his mouth whenever you guys did the deed.

Bite marks littered your shoulders, along with fading hickeys. His mouth was his biggest erogenous zone and the fact your taunting him with something he’s been begging to do to you for days has him on edge.

Your supple tongue sliding between the digits made him light headed and babbling. His voice only muffled by his own tongue lolling out. Drool trailed down his chin, mixing in with the sweat gathering on the dips of his chest.

Choso felt dirty. Whether from how the sweat and drool or from the overwhelming stickiness in his pants.

It doesn’t stop. The wetness kept pooling in the more you sucked on his fingers, letting them shake as they poked and prodded your mouth. Your lips slid from the fingers, dragging along them until you reached the tip. Your stare lingered on Choso. His head was tossed back, hair falling undone and sticking to his neck. The top half of his robe fell, showing off the dips of his arms and shoulders. Your eyes flickered to the hard nipples laying on his chest. They were perked up and attentive, wanting any attention but you didn’t want to touch them just yet.

The noticeable wet spot growing on his robe made a dark chuckle leave your lips. Your free hand clutched the best holding his robe together at his waiting. You were able to flick it open, showing a better outline of the man’s cock confined to one layer of clothing.

“I wasn’t trying to tease you love.” Lier.

Choso eyes flickered to yours slowly, “ca-can my tongue…” Your boyfriend’s embarrassment grew. “I wanna suc-k on you.”

“I know, I know.” You cooed sweetly, even though your next words weren’t as kind. “If you let me kiss you, then you can suck on me all you want.”

Choso’s eyes glowed as he struggled to adjust his body on the back wall of the room. “Thank you, thank you-“

“But.” You cut off that wicked grin of yours rearing its pretty head. “You can’t cum until I’m done kissing you.”

[sanshoney]

friend's father x male!reader

fem aligned, under 15 DNI

sub!bottom!reader, age gap (reader is 20, dominic is 45), daddy kink, hard degradation, rough sex, tiny masochism, infidelity, reader has daddy issues and a thing for older men, mutual pining

(intentional lowercase, no use of y/n)

well, sure, you fantasized about your friend's dad a few times.

i mean, dominic's so hot. his tall, muscular figure, slicked back black hair... and that hypnotizing, honeyed voice of his. he's like, THE dilf in every cheap porn.

but you still don't know how you ended up moaning underneath him, taking his merciless, aggressive trusts aimed perfectly at your prostate.

"don't you feel a little ashamed, you filthy slut? whoring yourself out for a man twice your age, huh?" he emphasizes every word with another hard thrust.

"s-sorry, i... ah!" you really, truly try to speak up but all you can manage are babbling and sinful noises.

"wearing a skirt, really? fucking whore. seducing a married man, how pathetic. did your daddy not love you?" he laughs cruelly, leaving you feel ashamed for the first time in the whole intercourse.

maybe you did wear a skirt. and maybe you did want to seduce him. but you weren't expecting him to give in! he's married, for fucks sake! but neither of you are thinking about his wife right now.

"d-daddy... sorry, sorry, sorry..." you chant while fat tears are rolling down your face. you really didn't think everything would turn out like this. but hey, you aren't complaining!

he pulls your hair and forces you to look at him, "if you're so sorry, then be a good whore and shut the fuck up. we wouldn't want my wife to come home and find a little bitch in heat underneath me, right?" you nod eagerly, shutting your mouth tight. you're trying, to no avail. moans and whines are escaping your lips, unintentionally louder and louder everytime his dick reaches sensitive points you didn't even know you had.

dominic sighs disappointed, "bad fuck toy. i said, be fucking quiet." he hisses, then slaps your ass harshly. it burns so sweetly, it surely will leave a mark. you feel giddy from the thought that he left a mark on you. his thrusts are becoming sloppier and you can feel yourself getting closer to your release too. you bite down on your tongue and grip the sheets. you really want to make him proud, huh?

a few minutes later, he finally cums in your ass, making you finish too. while his thick, warm seed flows into your plush walls, yours paints the sheets and your own stomach.

he collapses on top of you, trapping you in his arms tightly. you're both panting and you decide to cuddle up to him. he starts stroking your face and kiss your face. "maybe you're good for something, hm, pretty boy?" he smirks and you blush.

you suddenly remember something important. "your wife!" you stare at him with wide, panicked eyes. "oh, i was just joking," he laughs. your panic fades, "i hate you," you groan. "now, now. maybe you should hate yourself, pretty. you're the one who seduced a married man who's old enough to be your father. not to mention, your friend's father" he reminds you cheekily. "and i was successful" you grin proudly. "nah, i was just horny and you're like a perfect little slut," he says, but the way he looks at you tells something else.

of course you noticed how he acts around you lately. whenever you come over, he hugs you just a little tighter and longer than necessary. the way he always asks "how are you feeling, my boy?" with a gentle smile on his face. everyone noticed this, including his wife and even your friend. "my dad really likes you, huh?" he asks with a jealous toney which always makes you feel a little guilty. "ah, i don't think so... he's just very kind," you deny it everytime. truth is, later, at dinner, he dresses you down with his eyes.

you treat him like a father figure, expecting love from him. he was right, your daddy didn't really love you. maybe that's why you've been always drawn to older men.

he's usually so gentle, and this makes the fact that he's so rough and dominant in bed even hotter. you really just needed to feel the touch of a real man, huh?

hope you enjoyed! <3

this is my first try at writing smut, so i hope it's decent.

[fubu18writes]

a/n: this is a little brainrot thing because i was listening to an asmr the other day—yes i listen to them hush y’all.

anyway nsfw under the cut!

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you at the gym every now and then to work out.

gym trainer!rindou, who finds out that you’ve been working out so you can forget about your shitty ex who cheated on you for some random bitch on the street.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees you struggling to lift some of the kettle bells and he offers to help you.

gym trainer!rindou who gets shocked at seeing you naked in the shower room (he was also taking a shower there too)

gym trainer!rindou, who sees the hunger in you eyes. in which… he also has the same hunger.

“Ah, working out that tongue too, huh?” Rindou lets out a chuckle at seeing you on your knees, your tongue lolled out before fully taking his hard cock in your mouth.

gym trainer!rindou, who grips your hair as you suck on his cock with ease.

gym trainer!rindou, who sees that your eyes are shut closed, feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Wow, you’re taking it better than I thought,” He praises, and that sent something below your wet cunt. “Maybe we can set an arrangement… you’ll be my little gym toy, you like that?”

You could only nod, your free hand rubbing circles onto your clit, as if prepping yourself for Rindou.

gym trainer!rindou, who tells you to get up. you oblige, and he holds you against the wall.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggests on giving you a “deep stretch”, before sliding his cock into your sopping cunt.

gym trainer!rindou, who lets out a moan when you bite down onto his shoulder, your nails digging onto his back.

“You’re such a slutty little gym bunny, aren’t you? Did your shrimp of an ex knows about this side of you?” Rindou asks as he was pounding into you mercilessly.

You could only look at Rindou with lust, as if your thoughts were empty. “W-What—ahh—boyfriend—? Oh god—!” You let out a loud moan, feeling Rindou repeatedly hitting your g-spot.

Rindou smirks. “Good answer.”

gym trainer!rindou, who lets you cum onto his dick before he pulls out of you.

gym trainer!rindou, who commands you to suck on his dick as you fingerfuck yourself, and you oblige.

gym trainer!rindou, who after the “deep stretch”, offered to take you home on his motorcycle.

gym trainer!rindou, who suggested another workout in the bedroom. and you agree, leading him in.

Rindou had never experienced this before—hell, why didn’t he ask you out sooner? The sight of your tits bouncing up and down as you ride him like a champ.

“Feels good!” You babble out, letting Rindou squeeze your breasts. “Want your cock so bad, Rindou! Wanna be your slutty gym bunny, please!”

He’ll definitely be your “personal” trainer from now on.

[oneforthemunny]

clandestine meetings |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| part 3

prompt: sneaking around with eddie catches up to the two of you.

age gap, but everything is consensual. reader is 25-26. eddie is 42. if this isn't for you, don't read.

contains: age gap, swearing, p in v sex, slight angst. Minors DNI

You liked being with Eddie.

You liked that he was sweet, kind, a little rough when he needed to be. He could be funny and caring. He treated you nicely, left your heart fluttering and head spinning. It was exciting.

You liked that he was sweet, kind, a little rough when he needed to be. He could be funny and caring. He treated you nicely, left your heart fluttering and head spinning. It was exciting.

You'd only told your best friend a week earlier, a giggly confession that was met with gasps and wide eyes. "He's how old?" She gawked, nearly spilling her wine in the process.

You'd grinned. "He's only, like, forty...two."

She laughed, shaking her head. "Is he good?" She asked in a low tone, looking around the bar.

You shook your head, biting your lip. "Really good."

And he was.

Eddie didn’t rush like the other guys did- guys your own age. Always fast and greedy, not caring about you only chasing their own high. Eddie always made sure you came at least once before he’d fuck you, always knowing the perfect pace, angles, positions that made you gush and scream, clamped around him and gripping on his shoulders or back until you saw stars.

Your head would reel, babbling mindlessly as he’d fuck you into the mattress. “There, right there, Eddie, fuck.” Tears streaming down your face as you gripped his wrist that was rubbing lazy circles around your clit.

“Right there?” Eddie grunted, a smile on his face as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had you giving a low, throaty moan.

“Yes.” You whined, high and whiny, the way he liked it. You’d learned that about him now. “So fuckin’ good. Please don’t stop.” You begged.

You felt so full, full of him. His cock was pounding your sweet spot, making you see stars. You were close, you had been for hours. Since you’d came to his house after your shift at the cafe, he’d been on you. He’d gone down on you in the kitchen, you were bent over the kitchen table clawing the wooden table as his tongue worked in you.

You were hooked.

Sex aside, though it was mind blowing, Eddie was sweet to you. Always opening your door, pressing kiss disguised compliments to your cheek that left you blushing. He’d give you his jacket when you were cold- because you always forgot yours. He’d take your hands in his, rubbing his calloused palms over your to keep you warm, flashing you a grin.

“You gotta get you some gloves, baby.” Eddie tutted, voice raspy with years of nicotine intake. “Gonna get sick.”

You’d blushed, shrugging. “I can put them in my pockets.” Shoving them into your- his jacket.

Eddie snorted, giving you a pointed look. “Yeah? In the jacket you always forget?”

The next day he’d picked you up, knitted gloves sitting in your seat. “Figured you needed some.” Eddie shrugged when you’d thanked him.

The best part, was that you were each others. No one knew. You didn’t want them to. You liked just being with each other, the two of you. Something for the two of you that the world didn't know about yet.

You’d stay the night, Friday nights, when Eddie didn’t work the Saturday shift. You’d wake up tangled in his sheets, padding down the the kitchen in one of his shirts, pouring a cup of coffee. Sometimes you’d sit on the back porch with him, curled up in the seat next to him while he smoked, slow. Other times you’d sit at the table.

You stretched, pulling on your panties and a discarded shirt. Eddie always left one out for you, soft with age and wear. This one was a hole filled Metallica one. It smelled like laundry detergent and Eddie.

You were floating, warm and smiley. Practically gliding down into the kitchen. The hallway from his room to the living room was filled with pictures. Most of Brielle, moments captured from when she was little up to a prom picture from the year prior. You'd seen Gina in a few, stunning and striking features. Eddie with an older man in a few. You'd steal glances at them when you could, enthralled with trying to memorize every detail of them because they were details of him.

The front door opened, you turned, smiling, ready to greet Eddie. Your face fell as you met a different pair of puddle eyes.

“What the fuck?” Brielle jumped, eyes widening as she stumbled back out of the door.

Your breath left your lungs, eyes wide. Brielle turned, looking back at the driveway in disbelief, eyes flashing with shock.

“Are you-“ Brielle shook her head, curls that matched Eddie’s falling around her. “What the fuck is going on? What are you doing here?”

“Brielle, I-I-“

“Did you get your coffee?” Eddie’s soft voice filled the space as he stepped in off the back porch. “I left you a mug on the-“ He stopped, face falling.

Brielle’s mouth fell, eyes darting from you to Eddie. “Oh, I’m gonna be sick.” She groaned, cringing in disgust, turning on her heel to walk out the front door.

“Brielle…” Eddie sighed, heavy footsteps following her out the door. “Brielle, just wait a second.”

You were frozen in place, head reeling with embarrassment, realization. You could hear the voices of the father-daughter duo outside, Eddie’s soothing voice blending with Brielle’s high pitched voice.

“… Brielle, just calm down-“

“Have you lost your mind?” Brielle shrilled. “She’s Maddy’s sister- she’s like twenty-”

“No, she’s not.” Eddie huffed. “Brielle, this really isn’t your business-“

“What?” Brielle exclaimed, making you cringe. “You’ve lost it. I don’t know if this is a midlife crisis, but you’ve lost your damn mind.”

"Brielle Jo, get back here. I'm talkin' to you." Eddie's voice was hard, stern with a gruff edge you hadn't seen since the first time you'd met. His hand pushed her car door open, eyes narrowing at her. "I thought you were at your mama's today."

"I forgot my textbook." Brielle glared. "I tried to call you, but..." Her eyes cut to you, shivering in disgust. "I'm leaving." She declared, reaching for the door handle.

Eddie's shoulders slumped in defeat, moving so she could slam the door. Hands ran down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. You shifted uncomfortably in the doorway. "Maybe I should go." You suggested, your voice soft and timid, fingers nervously playing with the neckline of his shirt.

Eddie nodded. "I think that would be for the best, baby." He gave a small smile that made your heart flutter. "I just need to talk to Brie for a little bit. She... She's dramatic, y'know? Teenager."

You smiled, nodding.

Your own reckoning came later that day.

You'd went back to your apartment, busying yourself with every task you could to keep your mind from spiraling further, anxious thoughts consuming every part of you.

Your phone buzzed, Madeline's name flashing across the screen. You didn't think, answering as you folded your towels.

"Hello?"

"Are you ok?" Madeline's voice was calm.

You furrowed your brows. "Yeah, why?" You asked, pulling another fluffy towel out of the basket.

A pause. "I was just checking, because I'm pretty sure you've lost your fucking mind."

Ice ran through your veins, spine straightening in realization. "Maddy, I-"

"Brielle's dad?" Madeline boomed, screaming into the speaker so loud you flinched. "Have you lost your mind? Like seriously, what the fuck? Why-Why are you doing this?"

You stuttered, heart hammering. "Madeleine, I-I just... It's none of your business, ok-"

"It most certainly is!" Madeline screeched. "You're fucking my best friend's dad! I get a call from Brielle, and she's going insane telling me that her dad is having a midlife crisis fucking my sister!"

"It-It's not like that, ok?" You stammered.

"Not like that?" Madeline repeated with a huff.

"It's not." You said defensively. "It's... He's really sweet, ok? He treats me really nice, and-and... I'm not having this conversation with you. It's none of your business. We're not doing anything wrong!" You snapped, flustered and frustrated.

Madeline paused. "Then tell Mom and Dad." She challenged.

You gaped. "What are we seven? You're going to tattle to Mom and Dad on me?"

"No, but tell them! I mean, you're so proud of this, tell them!" Madeline sneered. "Tell them how you're fuckin' Brie's dad!"

"I'm not telling them that!" You shot back.

"Why? Because you're not doing anything wrong? Well, then tell them!" Madeline snapped. "Are you scared they'll be upset? Maybe because he's the same fuckin' age as Dad-"

"Eddie is not the same age as Dad." You snapped with a huff. "He's only forty-two."

"Eddie?" Madeline gasped. You cringed, listening to her near mocking laugh back at you. "You're fucked up for this, you really are. Did you ever think about how this could effect my friendship?"

Your heart plummeted, guilt sinking and filling your body. You hadn't really, outside of the fleeting thought at the beginning. You bit your lip, not sure what to say. Madeline scoffed, hanging up before you could reply.

You looked at the phone, towel still clutched, unfolded in your hand. Your little Garden of Eden you and Eddie had created with sweet touches and hidden words was gone, crumbled and left you with an aching reality.

[beamtori]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭

implied fwb!ji changmin x afab!reader

1.9k words, smut (minors dni), piv sex, porn w/o plot, switch dynamics but changmin leans dom, so much dirty talk 💀, biting hard enough to draw blood, edging, kissing, swearing, overstimulation (f. receiving), fingering/cumplay, pet names (baby, sweetheart, hot stuff, good girl, etc.), aftercare is dinner lol, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), low-key manhandling, it's kinda just... filth tbh (im on my period, sue me), CHANGMINS A LITTLE SHIT

a/n: this is the most self-insert i have ever self-inserted :l if it's awful, blame the brainrot!

"This has got to be a world record."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into his apartment, pointedly ignoring the smug smirk on his face and the arms exposed by sleeves rolled to his shoulders. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

Ji Changmin closed his front door, tongue poking his cheek, but it did nothing to conceal his smile. He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "How many red lights did you run?"

Heat rose to your neck and you scowled. "I'm literally going to walk out the door right now."

"Try me, sweetheart."

So maybe you had dropped everything to get here when he sent you that blatantly obvious thirst trap photo, but you were thirsty; what could you say? It was a fucking shame he knew your weakness.

"Aww," he cooed, taking the few steps to meet you. He gently grabbed your chin in one hand and jutted his bottom lip outward. "Don't pout, baby. You know it'll only make me wanna kiss you."

You licked your bottom lip. "I get to draw blood, then we'll call it even."

There was a gleam in his eyes, the one that first got you addicted to falling into this man's bed. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

This was what you meant by drawing blood.

Changmin's moans filled the room, his breathless, desperate "ah, ah, ah"s would engrave themselves into your flesh like you nipped at the skin on his neck. You could taste the iron in your mouth, dark and sticky, red staining your teeth and your lips as you kissed and lapped at the wound. Each bite would bloom his favorite shade of purple by morning. Your forearms braced against the bed sheets on either side of his head, your knees growing sore from the steady rocking of your hips.

Flesh stuck to flesh, his hands grappled at your body to hold on for dear fucking life as you rode his cock and marked his pretty canvas of a body for your own. Sweat glistened, further highlighted by the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand.

"Baby, baby, baby—" he babbled as his hand buried itself in your hair to pull you out from his neck, "—tight. Oh fucking hell, you're tight. C'mere."

He caught your kiss, his blood smearing across his own lips. You licked him clean as always, humming against him as he spoke through the earnestness.

You suddenly pulled away from him and braced your hands on his pecs. The view from this angle was enough to make you clench: Changmin splayed beneath you, lips and neck bruised appropriately, a dazed glaze over his dark eyes, sweat making his skin shine. "Oh, look at you," you purred, giving him an indulgent roll of your hips.

Changmin gritted his teeth, hand clutching your thigh and inching higher. "You don't move, sweetheart, and I'll move for you," he smiled thinly and backed his statement up with a firm spank of your ass.

You lurched forward in surprise; his chuckle filled the room.

"I have power, too, you know."

"Okay, hot stuff," you huffed, brushing your hair from your eyes. "You realize you could have flipped us over a long time ago, right?"

A smirk-like grin curled onto his lips, devilish and enough to make you squeeze around him again. "I know. But you looked like you were having fun up there, princess. Plus, your tits look so good like this."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dude."

"Yn, I sent you a thirst trap to get you into bed with me like, an hour ago; now you're calling me a dude?"

You sighed, sitting upright, warming his cock. "True."

"Baby. Sweetcheeks. Apple of my eye—"

"Hm?"

"As much as I love that you're just sitting on my cock like your throne," he drawled, "I wanna make you cum as many times as you ran red lights."

"I didn't run any red lights—"

You squealed, your world twisting and your back hitting the sheets. Changmin grinned from over you, one large hand palming your right boob.

You were breathless. He leaned down to devour your mouth. A trail of spit clung between your lips when he pulled away for a second. "So what you're saying is you want me to edge you?" He husked, tongue swiping along his bottom lip, his eyes shining with a dark glimmer.

Genuine fear spiked through your heart. "Ji Changmin, I swear to god—"

He gave one powerful thrust, and you clung onto him as your swear melted into a whine. "The government name? Only good girls get to cum, Yn-ie. Be a good girl, hm, and moan for me."

You dug your fingernails into his back as he drove his cock into you so hard you could see stars circling. He swallowed all of the pretty, desperate noises coming out of your mouth with his own. You arched your front into him, hips lifting slightly to meet him until his hip bone smashed against you.

"That's it," he grunted, kissing you as your high approached and his thumb grounded into your puffed up clit. "Take my cock so well; fuck—me—"

You were so close, and you nodded to what he said—nodded so desperately as you dragged your nails down his back and chased that high like a fucking dog—

Everything stopped.

"You want dinner?"

He was leaning over you to grab his phone off the nightstand, the light making the sweat dripping down his chest glisten like liquid pearl. His cock was still inside you, but you could feel the impending tightening of your orgasm slowly deflating.

Your blood pressure spiked. "What the fuck, Changmin?"

He tried to hide his smile. Tried. He sat over you as he opened a food delivery app and showed you the screen. "They've got that new Hawaiian restaurant and that fried chicken place you like."

"You are such an asshole." You draped your arm over your eyes, pussy clenching around him as if that alone could get you back to bliss.

You felt him shift, and then he was laughing fondly, removing the arm from over your eyes and pressing kisses to your face. "Aw, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I know you were close; just wanted to tease you a little bit."

You glared. "You're fucking evil."

He grinned. "Clearly you like that." He kissed a trail from your nose down to your ear, murmuring, "Like calls to like."

You bit your lip and tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Please, can I cum?" You didn't know where it came from, but you knew he wouldn't resist the pleading, because as he had said, like called to like.

A kiss right below your ear. "Well, aren't you sweet when you're desperate? Whatever you want, baby."

You sighed as he brought his lips back up to yours—thank fuck. One of his hands curled lightly around the side of your neck, the other wrapping around your right thigh to hike your leg up. His cock dragged through you at a slightly different angle, and you squirmed, hands clinging onto his shoulders and back.

"You wanna cum, baby? I'll give you what you want."

He groaned into your neck, teeth nipping at the skin there like he was grounding himself. Cock bullying into you, hand around your neck, the pressure so sweet and delicious. You were going start seeing things, your throat was losing breath as you begged for sweet, sweet fucking mercy.

Changmin suckled on the joint between neck and collarbone. "So good for me, huh?—dropped everything to see me—" He moaned into you, the sound urging you over the edge.

"Changmin," you cried out desperately. Closecloseclose, oh my god, you were close. "Changmin, baby, please. I'm so close—fuck."

Sweat dribbled down the slope of his nose as he hovered over you and continued to fuck you through until you were leaping over that cliff of pleasure—literally throwing yourself—thighs shaking in his grasp. You let out a loud whine when he didn't stop moving inside you; he was still rock hard and he locked your ankles at the base of his back to curve his cock up into you.

You clawed at him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"My good girl can give me another, can't she?" His nose nudged against yours, a sharp contrast to the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin and the wet squelches of his thrusts. "Came all this way just for me…"

He brought his hand away from your neck to draw brutal circles around your clit, desperate to feel you clench around him again. His eyebrows creased, coaxing another orgasm out of you as he chased his own.

"Changmin," you stammered.

"Gonna come for me?"

"Yes," your breath came out in a delirious pant, pussy deliciously overstimulated. "Gonna come, gonna come, Changmin."

You were quivering around him again, incoherent thoughts half-babbled and half-moaned. The tension in your belly was mounting faster and faster now, and you could feel Changmin's thrusts getting sloppier. The tension snapped, and you drowned in it. You cried as you clung onto Changmin's form and he stilled, emptying out ropes of warm cum into you and making you squirm again.

As you both came down from your highs, he pressed his lips to the sides of your neck, eyes closed in a blissful daze. "Fuck, I owe you dinner for that. Shit."

You shifted uncomfortably as he slowly pulled out of you. "I did bite a chunk out of your neck," you exhaled. Both yours and his eyes wandered down to where your bodies met, your folds a mess of your combined fluids.

You saw him lick his lips, eyes glued to your cunt. "Earth to Changmin," you chuckled, poking his dimple.

His eyes shot to you for a moment before he was dipping his finger into the mess, swirling the cum around and pushing it back into you.

You mewled. "Dude," you shivered as the girth of his fingers filled you.

"You did not just call me dude when I'm pushing my cum back inside you," he grinned, crawling back over you and sealing off any chance at a response by kissing you. Your hips pushed into his hand, grinding against his finger. "Mmh, greedy."

You playfully pushed him off you. "Off, Changmin."

He laughed, but obliged, pulling away and helping you sit up. He took his cum-soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth to clean it. "Okay, but for real, do you want dinner?"

You grimaced as you moved yourself onto your knees to shuffle over to him and inspect the nasty little bite you left on him. "Dinner sounds good. Whatever you want." You frowned and gave the blooming bruise an experimental poke.

Changmin hissed low under his breath while he perused the delivery app on his phone. His hair stuck up in weird places and he ran a hand through it. "Whatever I want?"

"I did a number on you," you muttered. "Lemme clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

"It's all good, sweetheart; I got it. Just sit and rest." He shoved his phone into your lap and disappeared into the bathroom before you could object. You found a comfortable position against his headboard and decided on a place you knew the both of you would like.

From the bathroom, you could hear his whistle. "I'm almost sorry I have to cover this one up," he marveled, inspecting the bite mark. "If you hadn't drawn blood, I could leave it out for people to see."

Your heart leapt. "So people know you're sleeping with a vampire?" You joked half-heartedly.

"Well, sure," he mused. But he turned his head to send you a wink. "But also so people know I'm taken."

a/n: the ending is for ME, OKAY? :')))

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[linos-luna]

Just a little Pain ❣️

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, Pain Kink, slapping, hair pulling, biting, roleplay, dick slapping, handjob, gropping, overstimulation, some biting

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Your boyfriend was unpredictable. And discovering his odd kinks was interesting to say the least. Recently you found out he likes pain. Masochism? Is that what it’s called? He wants you to hurt him. To slap him. To pull his hair, to spank him. He loves it.

He had been teasing you all day. It drove you nuts. Yes he was needy but, for you, it was embarrassing.

Sitting at a restaurant for lunch with his friends would’ve gone fine if he wasn’t constantly teasing your thighs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants you to get mad at him. He loves when you’re angry.

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“Jimin, what was that about?!” You asked quite annoyed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, jagiya.” He replied with a smile while locking the front door. “What did I do?”

You know what he wanted. So you sighed and went to the bedroom to change.

Perfect. He thought.

Jimin followed behind you and as you pulled off your shirt, he hugged you from behind.

“What are you doing?!” You said, obviously startled.

“What are you talking about baby?” He laughed while pulling on your bra strap and letting it snap back on your skin. “I’m just hugging my girlfriend.”

You winced as he pulled the strap and let it retract again. He’s really testing your patience.

Once he grabbed you over the crochet of your pants, you realized the game he wants to play; it’s one of his favorite scenes.

“What are you doing, baby? Did I say you could do that?” You said while gripping onto his wrist as he unzipped your jeans.

“I’m just touching my girlfriend.” He smirked while slipping his hand in you pants, only for you to squeeze his wrist.

“Don’t be a pervert…”

But he ignored that, opting to use his other hand before you pushed him off.

“Pervert!”

“And?!” He taunted while getting close to your face.

You delivered a hash slap to his cheek. Pausing for a moment to gage his reaction. Sure he likes this stuff you felt like that was a pretty hard hit.

But he reacted just as expected. Smiling deviously at the accelerating action. He loved it.

“Again… do it again, bitch…” he said while panting.

“What a little pain slut…” you said with a chuckle while grabbing him by the chin and pushing him back to sit on the bed.

“And?”

“You want more?” You scoffed while pulling him by the hair. “You’ve been nothing but a dirty pervert today.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Well perverts get punished, of course.” You shook you head and slapped him again before pushing him on his back.

You let your legs free from the jeans and got on top of him, sitting right at his waist. You leaned in and started kissing him. Jimin kissed right back and moaned as you lightly tugged his hair so that you could dominate with your tongue.

He gripped on tight to your ass, his nails practically digging in from over the fabric of your underwear, hoping to get a reaction.

“Let go of me Jimin.” You grunted as you slowly grinded your hips into his clothed cock.

“Make me~”

With one hand you pulled his hair back and the other you positioned it around his throat, lightly squeezing.”

“Come again?”

“Make me.” He gasped with a devilish smile.

You let go of him, moving down to lower his boxers. Without warning, you took hold of his cock and he practically cried out.

“Aw what is it, baby?” You teased. “Can’t handle a little touch?”

“Agh… fuck…” he moaned softly while throwing his head back, his hands clawed at the sheets and and he moved his waist, only for you to lightly tap his cock when it hardened.

A high pitched moan echoed in the room as you did that and Jimin had his eyes closed while biting his lip.

“Fuck… doitagain-… hurt me-…” he panted while babbling slurred sentences. “Hurme… fuh-fuckin bitch-…”

“Oh like this?” You gripped on tight to his hard cock and started jerking him off, at a fairly fast pace.

He whined at the feeling , eyes rolled back as he let out unfiltered noises.

You knew he was close to coming and immediately let go. He cried out in annoyance while you quickly lowered your panties. He was about to complain before you suddenly sank onto his throbbing cock, making him cum almost instantly.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck y/n—!” He gasped before you pulled him up and pulled his hair so that you can suck hickeys on his neck.

It was all so overwhelming for him as he was still inside you and you keep pulling his hair for access to his neck.

Every time you’d move, even a little, he’d let out a whimper and tried holding onto you.

“Are you done, baby?” You whispered against his neck. “Are you done being a perv…?”

When he didn’t answer right away, you nipped at his neck, practically stunning him.

“Yes!”

“Hm?”

“yes!” he pleaded.

Your boyfriend held on tight to your hips and started grinded you against him. You let out breathy moans as your eyes rolled back. Jimin couldn’t help laughing while watching you lose yourself. Your mind was foggy and all you could focus on was getting that high. Although your boyfriend was already moving you, he loved as it seemed your hips had a mind of their own.

You threw your head back when coming and slumped forward as your energy was gone.

“Looks like im not the only pervert here, jagiya~” he smirked while stroking your hair. He was satisfied. He got exactly what he wanted. He always knows how to get what he wants…

[sockiess]

Clay beresford and soft birthday sex 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈 jajajajajja

I DO WARN YOU I HAVENT FINISHED AWAKE YET SO THIS MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER 😞😞 I APOLOGIZE. IVE ALSO NEVER WRITTEN SMUT SO IT MIGHT BE BAD

Best day of the year

warnings: smut obvi

“You’re so pretty” Clay said peeking up from in between my thighs. This was the 3rd time he has eaten me out today and it was only noon. “Fuck Clay I can’t take it anymore” I whimpered as I tried to push his head away but he just kept eating me out like a starved man. “one more baby just one more and then i’ll give you what you want I promise” He said into my pussy.

What I wanted was for him to make love to me. I knew that he was going to go softer on me today unlike the normal days of the year when he fucks me. “Fuck Clay-“ I moaned, turning my head into the pillow and biting down on it so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me screaming his name. I was close I could feel the knot in my stomach ready to come undone. “that’s it baby cum for me.” Clay said while adding two fingers into me. Feeling him inside of me while also him licking my clit was almost to much for me to handle and I came almost instantly.

“Good girl..” Clay whispered while crawling up to me and kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips and tongue. “You did so good for me baby..” He cooed while rubbing my cheek. “You want me to make love to you now baby or do you need to rest?” He asked while giving me little kisses on the forehead.

“Need you..please” I whispered almost pathetically. “I’m right here sweet girl” Clay said as he pushed his cock into me. “F-Fuck Clay” I moaned into his lips while kissing me. Clay started to softly move while kissing me. At this point I couldn’t think and only babbles of words came out. “That’s it baby you’re doing an amazing job so proud of you” Clay Praised while rubbing my scalp and kissing my cheek.

“Clay gonna cum” I whimpered. “me too baby, I want you to cum with me. Can you do that sweet girl?” He groaned. I nodded my head quickly. “Words baby gonna need words” He whispered into my ear. “yes wanna cum with you” I said quickly. “good girl” Clay started to speed up and started rubbing my clit at the same time. “Cum with me baby” I started to cum so hard that I saw stars while I felt Clay spill into me.

Clay didn’t move out right away while we caught our breath. “Did so good for me my sweet sweet girl” Clay said while kissing my head and slowly pulling out. I just continued to babble nonsense while I came down from my high.

“Stay here beautiful I’ll be right back” Clay quickly got up and ran to the bathroom where I could hear the sink running and than turning off. When Clay came back in he had a wash cloth and grabbed two water bottles from the mini fridge that was by our bed.

“Drink up baby while I clean you up” Clay said while kissing my forehead and gently rubbing the washcloth over my face to clean off the sweat. Then he started to clean up his cum that was leaking out of me. “Clay” I whimpered while closing my legs while he grazed my sensitive clit with the warm rag. “I know baby I know just cleaning you up.” He told me. Clay then through the wash cloth in the hamper and laid us down on the bed and cuddled me into his chest while rubbing my back and playing with my hair.

“Happy birthday baby I love you” Clay said while I was starting to fall asleep “Thank you baby I love you too” I replied while slowly drifting off. The last thing I remember is Clay pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head.

HIII I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD!! IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW🫶🫶🫶 THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING🫶🫶