#lesbian smut

[reveyugen]

need my girl to use me in my sleep, her hands in my panties as she rubs slow circles and I'm still asleep, all she can hear are quiet whimpers that make her more needy. She takes off my shirt and plays with my nipples with such gentle pressure it makes my moans grow louder. I involuntarily arch into her touch as the rubbing gets faster and my eyes start fluttering open when she whispers "you're okay angel keep sleeping I'm just going to play with your pretty cunt a little okay?" and I close my eyes, softly whimpering and moaning god I'm so needy

MEN AND MINORS DNI

[andromellax]

I want to be used as a strap warmer. Like, yes, baby, you can keep playing your game, I'll just sit pretty on ur lap until ur ready to play with me instead. But of course, I won't be still or quiet. Your little movements are gonna make me squirm and hiss until you friends are asking you what that noise was and you have to play with one hand to still me with the other and mute yourself to tell me to be quiet. I'd love to see how long until I become too distracting, and with a low growl, you put the game away and finally fuck me properly. Pushing my face into the mattress telling me what a bad strap warmer I was and how I need to get punished. Telling me to take it like the slut I am and when you can feel I'm getting close, asking me if I think I deserve to come. While I beg you not to take the climax I'm starting to reach away, you stop fucking me and tell me to do a better job next time. Then you go back to your game, apologizing to your friends for having to take a quick break.

[sappho-of-suburbia]

eating a girl out for the first time? as someone with a couple of decades' experience (i started young, ok?), can i offer some advice?

take your time. your aim isn't to make her come as fast as possible, it's to make sure she enjoys every moment. slow down, revel in the process of finding out what she likes.

tell her how beautiful she is, how tempting her cunt looks, how intoxicating it smells, how sweet she tastes. she might be feeling vulnerable, especially if she's inexperienced too - it's your job to make her feel safe and adored.

enjoy the journey - i know you just want to feel your tongue on her clit NOW, but exploring her thighs, working your way slowly to her folds, trailing all the way up her cunt, drinking her juices, letting her feel your breath before she feels your touch...it'll be worth it. for both of you.

learn to read her body with all of your senses. she might be vocal but she might prefer to bite her lip or enjoy being gagged. you don't need to hear her words to know what to do. you'll feel her muscles twitch and relax - learn what it means when she lifts her hips, squirms or sinks into you. she might taste and smell differently when she is close to coming for you. pay close attention to her clit - if you're lucky and you've done a particularly good job, you might see it twitch as she recovers from the perfect orgasm. enjoy it.

you can be vocal though. moan into her. use every sensation you can. light flicks to determined, long, slow licks. blow gently on her wetness. how does she react to your lip piercing? your teeth?

build and add to the experience until she's completely overwhelmed. play with her nipples. run your nails over her skin. lift her legs and spank her.

chances are, she'll get to the point where she really needs you to fuck her. slip your tongue all the way down and inside her. if you can't breathe, you're doing it right. that means you probably won't be able to keep it up for hours, so save this move for when she's right on the edge and you're ready to let her tip over.

if you're especially lucky and she's a squirter, you will get absolutely soaked. enjoy it. show her you're enjoying it. moan into her cunt; she'll come even harder.

if she needs to be fucked harder, slip your fingers inside her cunt and curl them up towards your tongue as it circles her clit. all of her most sensitive nerves will be between your tongue and your fingers. you'll be able to feel every tiny twitch inside her; it's the most beautiful place in the world to be.

when she can truly take no more, stay close to her as you drift away from her cunt. kiss your way up her tummy and her chest, let her taste herself on your lips as you hold her and let her ride out the aftershocks. trail your fingertips over her back. whisper in her ear. tell her everything you loved about eating her out.

[pinkrighthand]

as a college student who’s always studying, overthinking, and pretending she’s in control… getting fucked dumb by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing is a basic need at this point....

[gloricberlin]

fucking her from behind as you pound into her like you’re manhandling a wild animal, thrusts uncoordinated, grabbing a fistful of her hair and her head back to make her look at herself in front of the mirror, drool dripping from the side of her mouth as all she could mumble is subconscious giggles.

now thats a need.

this is wlw, men dni

[andromellax]

Free use is so hot. I think it's the element of surprise? One moment I'm worried about the dishes and the second I'm moaning against the wall with her finger inside of me? Yes please.

[sapphic-nana707]

fuck… yes. i can feel you so deep, i swear i can’t take it, but i don’t want you to stop. i want you to press right there—yeah, right there—and remind me exactly who i belong to.

you’ve ruined me already, and you’re still not done. i want to feel everything. the stretch, the slaps, the ache after. i want you to look at the mess you made and know i begged for it. please… leave me open and used and trembling for more.

I’m yours to ruin, mommy. please. keep going - 💌💋

I'm going to fuck someone so deep and rough that I see the bulge my strap is making. I want to press down on your lower abdomen, feeling how deep I'm inside you.

"Yeah? How deep am I in you? Right there? Oh fuck, mommy is soo deep in your needy cunt."

I want to fucking ravage your cunt. Maybe take before and after photos of it. I know it will look so loose and open once I'm done with it. Possibly red if I feel you deserve cunt slappings a few times.

[mask4rah]

Thinking about her bending me over and fucking me dumb in the bathroom while everyone’s just outside clueless

[cannadolly]

pathetic!yandere girl desperately wants to be with you. why won’t you love her back?

╰┈➤ content warnings - 18 +, non-con, fem reader, yandere, obsessive love, stalking, possessiveness, corruption, bondage, crying, lesbian sex, body worship, dirty talk, marking, dark romance, dead dove

The behaviors she exhibited had been endearing at first. Cute, even. Unwavering insistence, complete devotion from the moment you’d said ‘hello’. She was an unassuming girl; admittedly adorable but equally unsettling. The devotion was strangely foreign to you. Though you weren’t entirely inexperienced, this was distinctly different from the casual hookups and private messages you were accustomed to. Having an admirer, to put it kindly, just isn’t quite the same.

Her incessant pining had started innocently enough. Usurping your best friend's seat in your English lecture, an impossibly wide smile plastered across her face the entire class period. Denying her was next to impossible, the naive girl visibly sulking anytime somebody beat her to the prized seat. You almost felt a pang of guilt when it came time to deny her pitiful attempts at romantic advances. The girl possessed an almost mystical ability to guilt trip. Even though she was practically a stranger, it was undeniably flattering to meet somebody who was so boldly smitten on you. If not also a bit unnerving. Despite the complete lack of any visible interest, her yearning never seemed to simmer down. 

But you had shown interest, hadn’t you? When you’d so benevolently allowed her to borrow your pencil, that was personal, wasn’t it? You’d felt the electricity, right? The cosmic, undeniable spark that came alight when her skin brushed yours? You’d be an absolute fool not to. Continuously rebuking her offers to sit together in the dining hall wasn't going to be enough to deter somebody with such passion. You’re a busy girl, so very popular! Miss Popular wouldn’t want to be seen with the campus creep, that’s understandable. She gets it. Not to worry, when you’re finally together - she'll make sure you have unlimited time for romantic lunch dates.

Care packages are heartwarming when they’re from your parents back home, less so when they’re from an insistent stranger - adorned with ominous notes professing her devotion to you. Either way, what college sophomore would pass up free top shelf booze and artisanal snacks? She’s harmless. Your sense of safety was fragile; the lock to your dorm started to mysteriously unlock itself anytime you left. Word was spreading, whispers through the hallway questioning your relationship status. The blabbering freak couldn’t be satisfied simply professing her love to you, she needed the whole world to hear it! Something about the whole ordeal was chipping away at your sanity, and confronting her behavior started to feel like an impossible task. 

Between weekend fraternity jaunts and Wednesday night bar crawls with your roommate, your busy schedule was the tacky craft glue that (barely) held you together. You’d spent many Saturday nights like this; the hem of your glittery getup hiking up your thighs as you tripped over your own feet. Heels clicking against pavement, a loose giggle fell from your throat - sloppy and unkempt, your breath reeking of alcohol. The kind fraternity brother who escorted you home was a doll to put up with you. One of the good ones, thank God. Evenings like this had become unfortunately common, your drinking increasing in intensity alongside the stalking. Less common, however, was the lingering stare of a familiar figure - her body leaning silently against the brick exterior of your dormitory. An unseen investigator, honing in on her suspect. 

“Woah there, come on, you’ve got it.” The young man encouraged as the two of you approached the steps to your residence hall, your feet twisted out of order. This was unlike you, the way your body was flung over the side of his larger form - you looked… slutty. Alcohol had that effect on you; there was a succubus living inside of you and she only emerged after 2.5 drinks. Another disheveled titter slipped from your glossed lips as you struggled up the cement steps, clinging to the toned man like he was your saving grace. The world spun on its axis, scenery spinning around you as your guardian angel guided you up to bed. Soft fleece brushed against your chin, the young man wishing you well, his voice the last thing you heard before slipping into darkness.

“You really gotta be more safe out there, there’s a lot of shitty people waiting to take advantage.” 

Pounding awoke you, the pressure inside your head making it feel like your eyeballs might pop out. A soft groan fell from your lips, the crusted mascara around your eyes flaking off as your lids fluttered open. Instinctually, you attempted to stretch - the world coming into focus around you. This ceiling was not the foam tile of your dormitory, and as your gaze trailed down to your body - you found your ankles bound, joints tied tightly with fraying rope. Your wrists endured the same treatment, bound body spread eagle on a bare mattress. Sequined minidressed scratching against your sensitive skin as the inevitable thrashing commenced. The fear wasn’t instant, surprisingly - confusion was. Once you had the realization that your familiar shared bedroom was nowhere to be seen, then the terror set in. Surrounding you were bare and white plaster walls, the worn wooden floorboards stained from rainwater leaks. A single door laid against the right wall, paint peeling and doorknob rusting. The only window in the room was clumsily boarded shut, a worn tarp nailed over for extra protection. 

Thoughts swarmed through your mind like a kicked wasp’s nest, bewilderment intertwining with dread. Deep breaths wracked your frame, eyes shut tightly as you willed away your fear enough to focus. Her. It could only be her. You’d seen nearly every room in the fraternities you frequented, and this room was not in a frat house, despite what the mess may imply. Why, though? Why you? What made you so special? What made you so magnetic to a freak like her? The halfway silent settling of an aging house was driving you just as mad as the painfully gripping restraints against your joints. Of course she lives in some halfway functional home on the outskirts of town. Of course she does. As little as you knew about her, you could make lots of hurtful assumptions nonetheless. And assumptions you were forming; plenty of them, in fact. With every passing second that you spent bound in this sad chamber of a room, your thoughts became more and more volatile. 

Light footsteps approaching the door remained unheard by you, uncharacteristically violent revenge scenarios spinning through your mind. Door hinges caked with rust, a loud creak filled the silence, snapping you out of your angry trance. Beneath the worn frame, there she was - an apologetic smile plastered across her typically sullen features. Before you could utter even a drop of your prepared vitriol, she was rushing to your side, hands tentatively tracing over the skin of your cheek. Breath catching in your throat, your whole body stilled. 

“I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.” She rambled quietly, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke. Somehow the mousy, tentative behavior seemed more frightening to you in the moment than outright aggression. Her calloused skin continued to draw mindless patterns on the side of your face as the apologies and pleading blended together into a blur of blubbering mumbles. Lassoing in the courage to confront her, your breath shook through you, exhaling a sigh before clearing your throat. The expressive storm of desperation dissipated instantly. 

“Why are you doing this?” A flood of emotion crawled through your body as the words spilled from your chapped lips. The waterworks flowed into motion, tears blurring your vision as her limbs retreated from their position cradling your face. Her hands snapped upwards; chipped teeth gnawing at the nubs of her fingernails. After a few moments of palpable fear, her attention turned back to you, her sleeve sliding up to wipe away your tears. What don’t you understand? How could she possibly be more clear? Can’t you feel the love radiating out of her? Ripping her heart in two? The depressed demeanor she usually carried was fading away, her brows furrowing in frustration as the tears continued to flow. How could you be sad when you’re surrounded by such powerful adoration? Do you need to be shown? Do you need help understanding? None of this was going according to plan. You were meant to be stunned by the gripping realization that you’ve found your one-and-only soulmate. She could fix this. She could make you understand. 

Without warning, her sweater clad hands wandered down your neck, fingers gracing over every inch of available skin. Your breaths were uneven, shaky, wracking through your body as choked sobs increased in power. None of this fazed the determined lover. Don’t worry, don’t be scared. You’ll feel so much better once you realize your destiny. Digits toyed with the scooped neckline of your glittery minidress. She stilled, head tilting curiously as the sequins glimmered under her hands. Such a promiscuous little outfit, it just won’t do. Taken women have no business walking around in such attire. Her lips pursed, eyes wandering down your restrained form. She couldn’t simply take it off in this position. It wasn’t possible, unfortunately. 

“I’m sorry, baby… I promise I’ll get you lots of nice new outfits once you move in.” The words lulled out in a sing-song tone, cooing at you like a wounded animal as she produced a pocketknife from her jeans. Noticing the increased tempo of your whimpering cries, her head shook vehemently. 

“Oh, don’t worry! I would never, ever hurt you. Ever.” The reassurance flowed out in that same melodic tone. “I just need to take off this… thing you’re wearing. It’s in my way. I’ll be careful, promise.” Everything she said was so theatrical, as if a more dramatic performance would win over your affections. Scenes replayed through your mind as your fearful sobs carried on. Every interaction you’d had with had been a careful act, meticulously rehearsed. The blade made contact with the seam of your dress - sharp metal ripping away at the cheap nylon fabric. Your wails filled through the small room, her peaceful shushing only adding to the foreboding and dreadful scene unfolding. As the pocketknife shredded away the remnants of your favorite party dress, another apology spilled from your captor’s throat.

“You’re crying so much, so much crying. I’m sorry, I’ll make it all better.” Desperation coated her words, and it was unclear whether she was trying to convince you or herself. Scraps of fabric tossed aside, she climbed atop the bed, resting at the end of the mattress, right between your bound feet. Hands ran up and down your calves, a gesture that would’ve felt soothing in any other circumstance. Your body tensed under her touch, eyes squeezing shut in a desperate attempt to block everything out. This can’t be happening. Tears, whines and cries echoed through the small space, but you felt entirely detached from your body. Tingling skin lit up your senses, grounding you into reality against your will; the pads of her fingers pressing firmly into the skin of your inner thighs, gripping the flesh like you might somehow break free and run away. When you finally got the nerve to meet her gaze, her sickeningly desperate and nervous smile bored through your skull. 

“I love you so much. This is the greatest day of my life, being here with you.” She kneeled down, crawling towards your center. Her face hovered just inches away from your core, utter awe emanating off of the trembling girl. Fighting wasn’t an option; your position leaving you feeling defenseless to do anything but accept your fate. Rivers flowed down your face, dry skin still crusted with yesterday’s foundation. Your nipples hardened against the chilled draft wafting through the room, back arching in discomfort as yet another pathetic whimper spurted from your form. Hot breath fanned over your pussy, your sensitive nub twitching against the stimulation. Your captor’s breath audibly hitched in her throat, no doubt in reaction to your involuntary bodily reactions. 

“...Please.” a measly plea broke through your weakening sobs while her lips made contact with your pubic mound, gentle kisses fluttering around your sacred center. Please? Oh, sweet girl… Begging for more already. Your apology definitely did not incite the desired effect, an animalistic growl rattling from the disheveled girl. Baggy sweatshirt falling down her shoulders as she readjusted, her arms hooked underneath your thighs - holding onto your limbs as if you were anchoring her down to Earth. 

“No! Wait, plea- ohhh…” A choked moan broke from your throat, wet tongue swirling circles around your clit. With what the loser lacked in experience, she made up for with overwhelming excitement. Experience wasn’t necessary, just love. She has plenty of that. Enough for the both of you. Tears intermingling with strangled gasps, your wrists strained against their clumsy bonds. The rusting metal bed frame creaked loudly with each jerk of your limbs. Her loud moans vibrated against your cunt, eyes rolling back momentarily as the pleasure overrode all logic. Warmth tangled in your lower abdomen, the rising pleasure writhing around in your gut. Each wave of heat taunting you, blaming you for not realizing the danger you’ve been in. Don’t enjoy this, you can’t. 

“P-please, wait! Stop it!” Your anguished cries were quickly morphing into whimpered mewls, the fight draining from your body - instantaneously replaced with unwanted euphoria. Her writhing tongue prodded at your entrance, lapping up any fluids,  moaning like it’s the first drink she’s had in weeks. Daring to peek down at her, your heart fluttered at the unfolding scene. Jesus Christ, she’s an animal. Strands of greasy hair glued to her forehead by the beads of sweat rolling down her temples. Her eyes fluttering upwards, thick lashes fanning rapidly in sync with the scooping motion of the appendage within her mouth. It was utterly depraved; her hands desperately grasping at the fat of your quivering thighs. You couldn’t help the needy whine that slipped from your throat. Fuck, you’re trying. Jesus Christ, you’re trying. Don’t enjoy it. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

Sniffling away the remnants of your long-forgotten tears, your lip caught between your teeth. Canines dug deep into the soft skin, a quiet groan regrettably slipping between the cracks. The pulsing, aching need that was building in your core rapidly ate away at the measly crumbs of willpower you still possessed. Her mouth intertwined with your cunt, her swollen lips tirelessly snogging your folds, tongue writhing deeply within you - each twist and turn causing your spine to exude a powerful jolt. Sensitive buds upon your chest longed to bloom, nerve endings alight without any stimulation. A plea caught in your throat, transforming into a soft, broken sound before your own eyes. 

“Don’t…” A quiet whimper. “Ohhhhh, fuck… God…” Resentful of the knowledge that you’d be intertwining your fingers in her hair right now if you could, you managed enough self-control not to encourage her further. 

Pulling back with an exhausted gasp for air, your insatiable captor left you whining like a cat in heat, hips jerking upwards at the loss of contact. Shame flooded your body; a hot, dreadful flush creeping up your cheeks in reaction to your total lack of restraint. What have you become? How could this happen? A depraved whore writhing upon the bare, dingy mattress of a strange girl who you know nothing about. You love it. Why don’t you just admit it to yourself? She’s right. You’re meant to be. The freak and the slut; a perfect match. Quiet panting painted the background of your downward spiral, your self-loathing dissociative episode swiftly interrupted by your forced partner as she leaned back on her heels. She observed you for a moment; a researcher examining their prized discovery. 

“I’m so glad you’re already feeling better, baby.” A sickeningly proud grin graced her face, hands coming to rest upon your bound ankles. Her fingers gently massaged your joints through the wiry rope. The embers of the pleasure she’d lit upon you moments before helped ignite a small flame of affection - the blush upon your cheeks deepening ever-so-slightly at her gentle gesture. Stop. Stop it. You’re not stupid enough to sympathize with a sicko. Leaning over your legs, she swept a midsized cardboard box out from under the bed, a mischievous giggle accompanying her movements. Flipping the flaps of the container open, she practically bounced with exhilaration.

“You taste amazing, I could go down on you for hours…” She trails off, tone dreamy while her concealed hands clattered through the cardboard sheathed items. “But I need to be able to talk to you. It’s the most important part. So you know how much I love you, how hard I’ve worked for us to be together. You’ll be so grateful after this, I think.” Love takes dedication, love is worth fighting for. Love needs to be forceful sometimes, doesn’t it? Just so she can make you understand, that’s all. A small gasp interrupts her train of thought, digits folding around the treasure she’d so desperately sought. 

Your dazed, trance-like state shoves itself to the side - stare landing firmly on the 8 inch silicone dildo gripped firmly between your captor’s grasped fists. At least it’s familiar. Nothing you can’t handle, look at the bright side. Stained hoodie sleeves were theatrically shoved upwards, hair flipped behind her shoulder with palpable excitement. A jittery, gleeful sound somewhere between a squeal and a sigh vibrated against your eardrums, your supposed lover assuming that similar animalistic stance, lurching towards you. Her small hands wrapped around the curve of your hips, running along the skin with a distinct hunger. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if the girl was harboring a secret desire to cannibalize you entirely. 

“I’ll be gentle,” A breathy whisper wafted over your stomach. “It’s important that you feel good. So you can feel my complete devotion to you.” A kiss landed softly on your hip, then your tummy - your whole abdomen peppered in a smattering of her adoration. The whole thing was very hard to ignore; it unleashed something deep inside you. Some small, miniscule inkling of something soft and warm. Compassion, or affection, maybe. Something that fueled that warmth in your belly, that flush in your cheeks. Swimming in cognitive dissonance, the mushroom tip of cold silicone slid up your now-thoroughly lubricated folds. 

“So wet… Is that your love for me?” Her frantic whispers floated through your ears, thick logs of perfect firewood stoking the flames within you. 

“Perfect, completely, and utterly perfect.”

“Every inch of you, just incredible. Not a single flaw.”

“So disheveled and messy… just for me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”

There was too much conflict in your mind to stop the lewd groan that flew out of you when the first few inches of her toy slid into your tight canal. Crazed eyes gawked at your unkempt form, hair flying in every direction, splayed out on the mattress like a beached siren. Your inadvertent expressions of pleasure motivated her deranged display of obsession. Thrusting the entirety of her faux member into your core, your back leapt off the bed - choked scream of relinquished power forcing itself from your throat. 

“Look at you!” She exclaimed, bouncing on her heels as the dildo pistoned in and out of your pulsating core with surprising casualty. “Accepting my love so well… Can’t you tell we were meant to be?” Her sentence faded to a close, mouth closing in on your hip. Maybe you were. Maybe that wasn’t so terrible. If she could make you feel like this forever, maybe it wasn’t all bad. Sensations overpowered every inch of your body, concentrated especially towards the invading toy that pulled in and out of you with incredible force. You feared your whole body might collapse like a deflated balloon. Suction faded in and out of your peripheral, your tummy a canvas inviting a painting of hickeys. The stinging sensation was hardly enough to distract you from the overpowering lust. 

Anger, fear, dread - all negativity was a distant dream. The only thing you knew in this moment was the obsessive, all-consuming adoration of the girl embracing you; devouring you. The bruises framed your belly button, a wreath of dedication visible only to her. For now, but maybe forever. All hers. Forever. Coiling snake of pleasure striking for the prey, your eyes rolled so far back that it seemed they might get stuck. The insistent pounding of silicone against your fleshy sweet spot drove you almost as mad as her. Your fluids soaked the dildo, coating your new lover’s thin hands in sweetness. This was far from over, her energy was hardly depleted. Somehow, you found yourself feeling shockingly calm about the whole ordeal. Forever wasn’t so long, not if it felt like this. 

[mommysgooodgirl]

I'd love to get an ejaculation strap and fuck a girl full of my cum.

[lyrifemme]

Double feature this week— WIP sneak peek ☺️

[lostlikesaebyeok]

vampire!sae byeok smut loosely based off of bite me by enhypen im so wet

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒆-𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

♡･ﾟ₊ title: bite me, baby

♡･ﾟ₊ pairing: kang sae-byeok × fem!reader

♡･ﾟ₊ au: vampire!sae-byeok

♡･ﾟ₊ genre: smut, dark romance, supernatural

♡･ﾟ₊ warnings: explicit strap play, biting/marking, blood kink, possessive behaviour, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, rough sex, mild breathplay, dom!sae-byeok, soft aftercare

♡･ﾟ₊ summary: under neon rain and moonlit hunger, she finds you again. her fangs are sharp, and her strap is ready, and a promise is whispered against your skin: 'just come kiss me and bite me.'

the city slept beneath a haze of moonlight as rain slicked the pavement in ribbons of silver, the kind of night that felt alive, like something ancient was stirring. you felt her presence before you saw her. the buzz under your skin, the breath caught in your throat. the air shifted, electric and cold, as she stepped into the apartment behind you, silent as always.

you didn’t turn around. “you’re late.”

“i came when i felt you needed me,” sae-byeok said. her voice was low, velvet wrapped steel, brushing the base of your spine.

you smiled, but it trembled. “i always need you.”

behind you, she exhaled and yu could feel her eyes on the back of your neck, and then the whisper of her touch. fingertips skating over your shoulders, gentle and predatory.

“do you know what you make me feel?” she murmured against your ear. “you walk around in that little tank top, skin warm, blood rushing, and i can hear it all. every beat, every pulse, like it’s calling me.”

your breath hitched. “then why don’t you answer it?”

her hands were on you in an instant, gripping your waist, spinning you to face her. eyes like obsidian stared into you, dark with hunger, but still full of something more dangerous: devotion.

“I would burn this city down for you,” she said.

and then her lips were on yours. the kiss was punishing, full of weeks of pent up tension and immortal craving. sae-byeok kissed like she fought. desperate, efficient, and with absolute control. she backed you into the wall, her hand sliding between your thighs like she already knew how wet you were for her.

you gasped into her mouth, and she drank it in like wine. her touch was cool, but everywhere she kissed you, your skin burned. and when she dipped her head to your neck, dragging her fangs just barely over the skin, your knees buckled.

“sae–please,” you whispered, fisting the front of her jacket.

“say it,” she growled. “say you’re mine.”

you didn’t hesitate. “i’m yours.”

her mouth closed over your neck, and your body arched into hers as she bit. not deep, just enough to mark, to stake her claim. the pain was sharp, sweet, and then eclipsed by a flood of something darker, an ancient ache rising in your blood, like you were made for her bite. her hips pressed against you, and you gasped at the feeling. hard, controlled pressure from her strap against your core. she'd come prepared.

“you begged for this, didn’t you?” she whispered, lips still wet from your blood. “my strap inside you, my mark on your neck, you want to be filled by me and only me.”

“yes,” you choked out.

she moved quickly, lifting you off the floor and carrying you to the bedroom. you barely had time to breathe before she had you on your back, thighs spread open, arms pinned above your head.

“keep your hands there,” she said, her voice dark silk. “you move them, i stop.”

you nodded, breathless. sae-byeok took her time. kissing down your chest, teasing your nipples with tongue and teeth until you were whimpering. she made sure every mark she left bloomed purple and red, proof you belonged to her. when she finally slid into you, her mouth was back on your neck, licking over the bruises she’d left behind. you arched, moaning her name as your hips met hers in slow, grinding rhythm.

“you feel this?” she murmured. “this is how i own you.”

and god, did you feel it. every inch, every thrust, every whispered promise. your body clenched around her, heat spiraling, mind going white as she pushed you closer to the edge.

“you look so good like this,” she said, panting against your throat. “ruined for me.”

when you came, it was like something inside you cracked open. you screamed her name, sobbing as pleasure tore through you, and sae-byeok followed. burying her fangs in your shoulder, holding you still as she claimed you again.

after, she collapsed beside you, the fake cold of her undead body warming slightly from your heat. you curled into her chest, still shaking and she kissed the top of your head, her fingers stroking lazy patterns on your hip.

“i told you,” she said softly. “you were made for me.”

you looked up at her, at the blood smeared on her lips, the devotion in her eyes, and the bruises she left blooming across your skin.

“then bite me again,” you whispered.

she smiled, and you knew she would.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

;-) likes = more marks, more bites, more nights like this

♡ tags: @eunchacha @ilovesawbyeokandjjmaybank @gg0mezz @saphicsaturn @gyuyoungg @lyzem @janegrapefruitttt @reynadeluniverso @bitchesallonmydih @laurenkenss @bleedingwhiteroses222 @maevelovessae @067supremacy @saebyeokswhitebra @saebyeoksleftfoot @itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa @miltzzy

.. chezzussy

[mask4rah]

Come over so we can take pics like this ( wlw)

[mommysgooodgirl]

Fuck I'm so horny right now.

[sapphic-nana707]

god… the way you talk to me— i hate how much i love it. every time you ignore my begging, every time you push deeper, i can feel myself falling further into it. i’m squirming under you, desperate and already soaking, and you know exactly what you’re doing. my hands are tied but i’m still trying to move, still aching for more. i want to be used like this. i want to be yours like this. just… don’t stop. not yet.

I'm going to fuck someone like a fuck toy. Just railing into you while your legs are around my waist. I want to feel your cunt close around my strap as I choke you, forcing myself deeper in you. I'm going to fuck you like a fleshlight while your hands are tied to the bed. I don't care about your pleasure, I'm going to purposely ignore your clit, hearing you beg for me to touch it.

"Aw, what's wrong? Is mommy not pleasing you enough? You want me to touch your clit?"

As you buck your hips for any kind of stimulation. I'll cover your mouth before you can answer the question. Pinching and slapping your clit while you squirm and whimper against my hand covering your mouth.

"What happened slut? I thought you wanted me to touch it? I am touching it, aren't I?"

[sweetshrew]

god i need my tits played with so badly. to feel my nipples pinched, kneaded, and sucked until i feel em grow hard and wet in someone’s mouth. i’d treat em like they were giving me head, holding their head down for a few seconds before pulling it back to see that dazed look, all while cooing in their ear about how good they’re taking me, how they make mommy feel good every time their tongue rolls and flicks over my nipple and their teeth graze against it as they suck. i could probably come close to cumming from that alone.