#screaming crying salivating

[ssareids-coffee]

hi ! i’m obsessed with the idea of best friend!eddie teaching virgin!reader how to give head😭😭 like maybe they’re watching a movie and a sex scene comes on and her having no experience she’s like “i wonder how it feels…does it feel good?” like genuine curiosity and omg he would be so vocal, soft, and instructional i can’t do this-

sorry this took so long!! but i hope you like it🫶🏻

sat on the sofa in his trailer, passing a joint between the two of you as a horror movie plays in the background. eddie hands you the joint, letting the smoke fill the air between you both. you’ve been best friends with eddie for almost your whole lives, so being curled up on his sofa under a blanket while your wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties as he’s wearing his own plaid pyjama bottoms was nothing new.

‘what do you think of the move so far sweetheart?’ eddie asks casually, his arm wrapped around your waist as your head rests on his chest.

‘i really like it’ you say with a smile, finishing the joint and stubbing it out on the ashtray he keeps on the coffee table ‘i like the movie doesn’t take itself too seriously, makes it much more enjoyable’

eddie hums in agreement, his nose pressed to your head as you cuddle, taking in the scent of your shampoo. he knows it’s wrong to be harbouring these kind of feelings about his best friend, but there’s just something about you that makes him feel weak at the knees. he’s enjoying the moment of being close to you, when he starts to hear faint moans coming from the tv. he looks up, the main character of the movie having sex with her longtime boyfriend, he laughs.

‘literally the number one rule in a horror movie, if you fuck, you die’ he says with a laugh, looking down at you and watching your reaction to the scene unfolding. just as the main character climaxes, you turn to him.

‘does that feel, good?’ you ask, buzzed enough from the weed that your not entirely realising that your telling your best friend you have never had an orgasm. eddie feels his cheeks flush slightly and his cock stir involuntarily at the thoughts your question filled his mind with.

‘does what feel good? sex?’ he asks, slightly confused.

‘no, not sex, having an orgasm’ you say, looking back at the tv screen. eddies eyes widen at the realisation.

‘you’ve never had an orgasm?’ he asks, shocked ‘not even by yourself’

‘no, i mean i’ve tried but i can’t ever get myself to finish’ you say softly, feeling slightly embarrassed ‘does it feel good though?’ eddies mind is racing, partly because of the thoughts of you trying to touch yourself and not being able to cum.

‘uh- yeah it does feel good, like really good’ he says, clearing his throat so his voice does not make him sound as horny as he is.

‘have you ever made a girl cum before?’ you ask him, chewing on your bottom lip as you look up at him through long lashes.

‘yeah- a few times’

‘can you show me how you do it?’ you ask, the words falling out your mouth before you can stop them, his eyes widening and breathing becoming more laboured at your proposition ‘oh! not like that, like can you show me how you do it, like acting it out or something?’ you say shyly. eddie is sure he is dreaming, there is no way his beautiful best friend is asking him to explain him to show her how to cum, so she can then go home and touch herself using what he taught her. no- he shouldn’t be getting off on this, your his friend and friends ask each other for help, but he can’t deny that your innocence isn’t making him want to completely ruin you.

‘yeah, sure i can’ eddie replies, shifting on the sofa to turn so he’s facing you, holding one of his palms up ‘so, you know where your pussy is, but your clit is up higher, it’s that little bud right at the top, about here’ he says, using his other hand to point to the top of his outstretched palm.

‘the mistake a lot of people make is applying way too much pressure, or not going slowly enough’ he continues.

‘how do you find the right speed and pressure though?’ you ask curiously ‘i always find that i either can’t feel anything or i feel so much it hurts’

‘well the pussy and clit aren’t the only places a person can feel pleasure, working yourself up first can help with that kind of thing’ he says, clearing his throat as he tries not to picture you with your hand down your panties when your home alone.

‘working myself up how?’

‘uh- teasing yourself, playing with your nipples, teasing yourself over your panties’ eddie replies, looking at you with flushed cheeks and dilated pupils ‘taking things slowly with yourself until your really desperate, can feel how much you need it, it’ll help’

‘okay, that makes sense’

‘you’ll want to start on the outside, working on your clit, but when you get wet enough you can try putting a finger inside yourself. it’ll be tight, but you want to curl your finger till you find a spongy spot, and you want to hit that again and again, that’s your gspot’

‘can you make someone cum just using their gspot?’ you ask, your face mirroring his own desire.

‘yeah, you can, but most women need some kind of clitoral stimulation to cum too, so using both hands to work different areas would most likely help’ he says, noticing that your squeezing your thighs together, cheeks slightly flushed- were you, turned on by this?

‘i have such short fingers though’ you say, placing your palm against his to show the clear size difference ‘i don’t know if mine could reach that far inside’ you say with a small pout. eddie clears his throat, trying to think about anything other than how close you both were and the image of you fingering yourself that was now playing on repeat in his head.

‘right- uh, i guess that could be a problem’ he says, eyes locked onto yours, face subconsciously moving closer to yours.

‘eddie’ you say softly, fingers now intertwined with his ‘can you show me’ you ask, voice barley above a whisper.

‘are you asking what i think your asking?’ he says breathlessly, nose bumping against yours as you are drawn to each other.

‘yes, can you show me how to make myself cum’ you whisper, and that’s all the confirmation that eddie needed before his lips were on yours. years of pent up feelings are pouring out of him as he kisses you, he desperately tried to remember everything about how you feel against him incase this never happens again. he reluctantly pulls away, turning you round so your back is flush against his chest as he sits on the sofa.

‘can i take these off sweetheart?’ he asks, voice thick with desire as he tugs at your borrowed shirt.

‘please’ you whisper, he pulls the fabric off your body, leaving you in just a pair of panties. he feels like he could cum in his pants just from looking at you, the way your back is pressed to him, your tits on full display for him as he takes in your almost naked form.

‘we’re gonna start with working you up, okay angel?’ he says sweetly, lips finding their way to your neck as his hands run up and down your stomach, occasionally grabbing your hips and giving them a squeeze. the feel of his lips on your neck and his hands finally on you after all this time, you let out a breathy moan which makes eddies already hard cock impossibly harder. he slowly reaches up and starts gently touching your boobs, tracing your nipples with his thumb as his mouth finds its way to your earlobe, gently biting it. your back is arching, head falling back against his shoulder as his name falls from your lips like a prayer. your squirming now, bucking your hips up as he tugs on one of your nipples as you let out an almost pornographic moan.

‘eddie, please’ you moan desperately, breathing now laboured as he touches you everywhere but the place you need him most. he takes your panties off, slipping them down your legs as he lets out a groan at the sight of you now naked against him.

‘okay sweetheart, give me your hand’ he says, voice heavy with lust as you place the back of your hand against the palm of his ‘good girl, now your gonna touch yourself, and i’m gonna help guide you with my hand like this okay?’

‘please’ you whisper, your hand moving down your stomach and towards your aching pussy. your fingers catch on your clit, making you gasp at the sensation, his hand still firmly placed against yours, guiding each movement. he starts with small, soft circles on your clit, your already whining and moaning at the feeling- you didn’t know it could feel this good. he can hear just how wet you are, each circle of your clit with your finger making a soft squelching noise from just how turned on you were, making his cock strain even more against his pyjama pants- but this isn’t about him, it’s about you. he slowly starts to increase the pace of his hand against yours, speeding up the movements of your fingers against your clit.

‘eddie, feels so good, didn’t know it could feel so good’ you pant, head thrown back on his shoulder as your eyes squeeze shut, cheeks flushed from arousal.

‘i know baby, your doing so well’ he says softly, using his free hand to gently stroke your hair before moving his fingers down to your neglected nipples.

‘fuck- something feels, different’ you say through a moan, hips now grinding against your own (and also his) hand as your breath comes out in short gasps.

‘it’s okay sweetheart, you gonna cum? your doing so well, you can cum’ he says, coxing your orgasm out of you with each brush of your nipple and circle of your clit. the coil in your stomach burst, crying out as you grind your pussy desperately against your fingers, crying out his name as slick gushes from you. eddie can’t stop himself now, he’s all but humping your back, desperate for any kind of release now your cumming. you cum down from your orgasm, head fuzzy from the pleasure. he softly removes his hand from yours, moving it to your jaw to lift your chin upwards so your looking at him.

‘you did so good angel, so fucking good’ he says breathlessly, kissing you again.

‘eddie’ you mumble against his lips ‘can you show me how to touch a dick now?’

‘fuck’

[disappointed-and-depleted]

Every day we stray further from God and closer to Mairuma season 3

[xdaddysprincessxx]

ARMS 🥵

[standing-restart]

Eve, I'm sure none of us need professional help. (Or we all do 👀)

The pussy spanking ask led me down a tasty (if predictable lol) path of thought.

What tool does Lance prefer most during impact play? His hand? Belt? Paddle? Crop? Flogger? I can only imagine it changes depending on the mood/scene but I'm sure he has a favourite.

- 🔐

Thank you for always enabling me to talk about Dom!Lance.

Personally, I really think it depends on the mood, as well as the day. His hand is more intimate, and he uses it for when you’ve been good to him (as well as spanking in more intimate areas, that’s simply more satisfying to him with his hand.)  But his hand is also his favourite when the two of you are just lounging on the couch, and he’s playing with your ass. Giving it a few light spanks between squeezes.

A paddle goes before a crop, and a flogger seems unlikely to me. He has way too many paddles made for you specifically. Paddles that leave specific imprints (yes, I do mean the one with his initials and a little heart)  and just regular paddles in so many colours that they nearly always match the underwear you wore that day.

I strongly feel like he lives every scene to the fullest. So when he’s being more strict, he’ll absolutely love the dramatics of a crop. He loves to put it under your chin and force you to simply look at you with nothing more than some light pressure. He loves to coo at you, praising you while running it across your cheek.

All in all, it’s a tie between hand and paddle, with a crop on a certain day.

[ferrethyun]

S I R-

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[freakylittlestarcreature]

Literally just had the most embarrassing experience of my life omg

[werecreature-addicted]

i love the idea of a werewolf best friend who is totally in love with you and keeps trying to court you but since you're human you're just thinking he's being thoughtful or something

but he busts every night to the thought of you crying into the pillow, his heavy body pressing onto you and pushing you to the mattress, as he fucks his fat cock into you, trying to knot you and knock you up

want so badly to mark you as his that when he even gets a glimpse of your neck/shoulders he salivates and gets hard

werewolf courting is a subtle thing- really it's more about keeping others away from you than winning you over. you don't see all the sharp glares he sends to other people. or the way he snaps at his other friends for mentioning how cute you look.

he's sweet to you. he gives you bites off his plate. and almost always brings you a drink or snack when you hang out together. he'd be leaving kills on your doorstep but apparently it "freaks out the neighbors" and "you don't know what to do with a whole deer carcass" or whatever. humans are so hard to please. those silly little candies you like can't be very filling but he can't shake the urge to feed you. so he does.

He's also very protective. he always walks/ drives you home at the end of the night. he'll be by your side in an instant if you call for him and god help any idiot who tries to fuck with you.

Also, his home is always open to you. if you ever want to come over randomly or borrow something- what's his is yours. you don't realize how territorial he is with everyone else because he's always so generous and giving with you. especially with clothes!! if you want a sweatshirt or a pair of shorts, they're yours. he loves little things like that to make you smell like him.

To any other werewolf, any one of these things would be a clear indication of romantic interest. I mean- the guy lets you eat off his plate! do you have any idea how territorial wolves are with food? No! Of course, you don't you're human. all of it feels normal to you. there might be other things that you take for flirting that he's doing on accident. but really you think of him as a really good friend.

it's hell on your werewolf. He doesn't know what he's doing wrong. he's a perfect mate for you, but you never seem to acknowledge his flirting as something romantic. he hates it when you stretch your head to the side, baring your neck to him, it's like you're begging to be marked. and by "hates" I do mean it gets his mind spinning. it's like you have no idea how hard it is not to bite you sometimes.

He can't help himself. he will keep going until you accept him because he knows that you're the one for him. so he walks you home for the night then goes back to his place, alone, and lays in bed thinking about you.

at first, it's nothing dirty. he's just wondering what the two of you will do when you hang out next, then he's wondering what you're doing right now. did you take a shower? did you go straight to bed? what do you sleep in when you're all alone? what if you sleep in just your underwear- or naked.

he's hard. he always is when he lets himself think about you too much. he can't help it. so he starts touching himself while he lets his mind wander.

it would feel good to bite your neck. it would feel better to bite the soft sensitive skin of your inner thigh. he wants to mark you while he fucks you. he wants to own you inside and out. he knows you'd take his cock well. it's big but you don't mind, right? you'd like a little pain with your pleasure.

he thinks about all the different positions he could put you in. he thinks about you ridding his cock, about flipping you over and pinning your knees to your chest so he can see your face as he ruins you.

he cums all over himself imagining you screaming- begging him to knot you. he can only hope one day his little fantasy will become a reality.

[sickslimez]

PU$$Y FAIRY! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...the last thing you expected to happen after having sex with your co worker, nanami, was for him to become obsessed with your pussy

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, p in v, oral (f!receiving), semi public sex (?), nanami is a fiend for you, jerking off, dirty thoughts, missionary, breeding, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Nanami is usually a very tame and calm man, he knows how to keep his composure and doesn’t lose himself under pressure. That’s how others would describe him and that’s how he would describe himself, but just one feel and taste of your cunt changed everything in an instant. Each time he closes his eyes to sleep all he could envision is your cunt wrapped around him, squeezing him, milking him. Each time you pass by him in the office, he can’t help but remember the taste of you on his tongue, slurping up your juices and drinking them, eating you up like a starved man.

Ever since that night, he can’t stop thinking about you, his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was you fucking him, watching the way you cream around his cock. He cums so much each time, the sticky substance making a mess on his chest and hands, wishing he was filling up your hole, breeding your cunt and making you his. He’s never been so hot and bothered before, something about you just drives him crazy. He can’t stand another second of you ignoring him, acting like he didn’t have you screaming his name and clawing at his back while you came over and over again.

“Please, just let me taste her,” he begs. He’s on his knees in front of you, your legs spread as you sit on his desk, your tights ripped open and panties pushed to the side. Just your scent has him spiraling, salivating. Your fingers run through his blonde locks, gently pulling at them as guide his face closer and closer towards what he wants most. “Yes, please,” he mutters. His tongue darts out once he gets close enough, dipping between your wet folds, and now he’s completely lost in his head.

He shoves his face between your thighs, catching you off guard as his tongue dips into your sopping hole. His dick strains against the fabric of his slacks, tip leaking pre cum as he tastes you on his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling against your sensitive clit. He’s so eager, so greedy, pulling you back on his face each time you pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck,” he moans, taking second to breathe. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he pants.

He looks at you from his position, in love with the way your mouth hangs open and your moans spill from within. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, you rough up his hair. He’s been waiting weeks to have you at his mercy again. In minutes he has you cumming on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as a string of curses fall from your lips. He pulls away and lands a feverish kiss upon your lips, cutting your moans short while your hands find their way to his belt, undoing it along with his pants.

Next thing you know, your legs are wrapped around his waist, skirt bunched up as he pounds into you. “You feel so fucking good, oh god,” he grunts, looking down at where the two of you meet, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. Your pussy was so warm and wet, so addictive. It was hard to keep himself from folding you in half and fucking you until you couldn’t walk.

Your pussy clenches around him, sucking him back in each time he threatened to pull out. He reaches a hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your eyes roll back, mind foggy with pleasure. “Yes! Yes! I’m so close!” You cry out, sucking in a breath as your brows furrow. He keeps the same pace, knocking into your g-spot over and over until your legs start to shake. “Oh my god!” Your eyes clench shut. You come undone around him, Nanami holding you close to him as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Doing such a good fucking job for me,” he whispers in your ear. He feels your walls spasm around his dick, only adding onto his pleasure. He starts thinking back to all those nights he fantasized about cumming inside of you, all those lewd thought of filling you up and breeding you. He feels so dirty thinking about, but at the same time he doesn’t care. He wants nothing more than to see his cum oozing out of you. “Gonna let me cum in this pussy, huh?” His thrusts grow sloppier, teetering on the edge. He couldn’t wait any longer, letting his thoughts get the best of him as he pushes his hips against yours, hot spurts of sticky cum coating your walls.

You gasp at the sensation, caught by surprise but still so turned on. “Oh shit, baby,” he shudders. “Ah—fuck.” He thrusts into you once more before slowly pulling out. You spread your legs for him, feeling his cum leak out of your hole. “This pussy is always so good to me.” He pushes the cum back in with his thumb, making sure not to waste a drop. He grabs your chin, messily kissing you, tongue sliding against yours. Nanami hopes you know this won’t be the last time he’s cumming in you again.

[introloves]

“apologize”

the word rang through your dizzy and blurry head- trying to breathe while your cheek pressed down onto pillows with every swing of nanami’s hips. you hadn’t seen his face for the better part of half an hour now.

having used every shaky word you were allowed to use in his presence with slip ups like these.

too needy, begging and vying for his attention so badly it slipped you into an uneasy and frankly snappy attitude. directing it to everyone except for him… until he stood directly in front of you with inquisitive questions as to why a pout was painted on your lips. arms crossed and straining against the pressed shirt that had absolutely no give.

heart sinking down to your tummy when your answer was uncharacteristically sour and borderline mean. accusing your sweet, overworking man of prioritizing work over you- lips snapped shut when he stepped forward and promptly pressed his fingers on either side of your cheeks and squeezing tight enough that there was a panic crawling up the base of your skull. hand immediately coming to try and pry his hand off before you thought better.

settling for the way he tugged you away and brought you to the point you were currently at- screaming and crying into the pillow saturated with tears and drool he had mercilessly fucked out of you.

messy cock bullying your poor cunt now after he deemed your mouth raw enough; ensuing you’d think twice about speaking to him like that.

he was good to you, patient- understanding when you got into your head over the silliest things and speaking before thinking. he could dismiss that; but he had been strung too tight, already missing you like you were him and being received in a manner where your kindness wasn’t there struck a cord within him that he preferred to swallow back.

but it was fine, he’d be here to straighten out any attitude you’d catch with him.

smiling when he saw you try and look back at him, knowing your lips were still sore and swollen from his thick cock previously. eyes barely able to meet his, rolling back every time he stopped and pressed his hips into the fat of your ass down so hard he knew it hurt.

stomach clenching with the painted look of hurt painted your pretty face.

“apologize for making me treat you like this.”

nanami spoke, reaching down to grab one swell of fat- spreading you open to see for himself the spattered wetness of orgasms ruined circling the base of his cock.

trying to keep the shiver that had him audibly groan down when your whole being spasmed at the words he directed towards your barely lucid self.

letting you suck in tufts of air before your lips trembled trying to form every syllable.

“‘m sorry.” it was warbled, every letter shaky and pitchy. a pathetic attempt in the midst of his hips pistoning in and out of you, swallowing after every word with the feeling that his cock itself was in your throat.

“nanami- ‘m sorry.” you whimpered, shame and embarrassment curling so tight in your stomach you could mistake it for a hot orgasm, ripped away when he finally ceased.

finally curled his body down to feel your heated skin, hand kept at the base of your neck but this time moving your head to bring your lips to his own. kissing you like he intended the first time he came back to you.

sweet and warm, silently apologizing in his own right for how he’d handled it- not regretting a single thing, but apologizing for the act itself.

“it’s okay, sweetheart- i’m here.” he whispered.

“good now, yeah?” nanami wondered, waiting for the nod of your head before finally lifting off you- eager himself to give you everything you wanted. knowing it was his fault for indulging you, especially like this.

waiting with a salivating mouth for the sight and feel of every messy orgasm he’d fuck out of you yet.

[ssareids-coffee]

hello! i love ur writing... could u pls write abt softdom!eddie and yn having s3x in front of a mirror with like a lot of praise? only if u r comfortable tho!<33

ily!

omg thank u so much!! i would love too!!

your back is pressed flush against eddies chest as you both kneel on the bed, his mirror now positioned in front of you both.

‘god look at you baby, you look so fucked out’ eddie pants, his breath coming in short pants with each thrust into your aching pussy. you look at the scene playing out in the mirror in front of you, his harsh thrusts pushing your body forward, tits bouncing in time with them as his arm is wrapped around your waist to ensure you are as close to him as possible. your eyes look glassy, cheeks flushed as you let out breathy moans, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he hits your sweet spot over and over. eddies hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks as flushed as yours as your name falls from his lips as he feels your pussy clenching around him.

‘fuck, can feel you squeezing my cock, you like the view baby?’ he asks, hand coming down to rub your clit in small circles.

‘yes! god! you look so good fucking me like this’ you reply breathlessly, feeling yourself reach your peak ‘eddie! i’m cumming god!’ you cry out, the mirror allowing you to see the way your juices squirt out of you with each harsh thrust, and the way eddies eyes roll back into his head as he feels your pussy tightening.

‘fuck that’s it baby, so good for me’ he grunts ‘gonna fill you up now, yeah? can’t waste a drop, that’s my girl’ he continues to thrust into you, his eyes never leaving the mirror as he watches your body shake and squirm with pleasure as he finally cums inside you with a loud moan. he slowly pulls out of you, laying down on the bed with you beside him as his hand brushes some hair out your face.

‘you did so good for me baby’ he says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips ‘love you so much’

[anantaru]

Hear me out, your Genshin faves when you hold back your moans✨🧚🏽‍♀️

including. heizou & lyney

cw. teasing, you're a lil bratty, fem! reader

— heizou

"hey!" a subdued, hushed yelp sharply cuts across your ear shells when heizou suddenly stills his hips on you, cock throbbing inside your silky warmth grabbing him all at once— and notably enough, you're quite aware as to why he's doing it, knowing full on well that he has already recognized that you're again, playing filthy little tricks and hiding your delicious, soft moans only for him to become all bewildered by it, yet twisted right afterwards when seeing a new challenge turning his direct way.

he swiftly adds onto his previous words, cupping your cheek with his palm before pushing his hips into you closer, deeper and more ruthless, this time adding small, little hits against your puffy cunt, placing you in another hard situation, one that made it all the more difficult for you to hide your precious moans.

"don‘t do that." he kisses your nose, stumbling a bit over his own words when he feels how you're clamping down on his shaft, your lips puckered back into a smile which you weren't able to conceal, not when he's becoming this cute and eager to have you scream his name at the top of your lungs, "don‘t hide yourself from me."

and you're liking his ways of watching you close, his gaze softly flickering down to your exposed, of his saliva damped, tits and heizou lingers back to your collarbones right after, adding a kiss on the quivering skin, until reaching the shape of your beautiful mouth with his bewitching eyes never leaving you once.

"i'm not." you claim and suck in a breath through your teeth when he fastens his hips again, drilling himself all the way into your cunt before keeping his shaft buried there, salivating over the feeling of your hole cockwarming and milking him dry— if anything should go noticed, it's his huge self control showing itself to you, that no matter what, he'll always triumph over whatever innocent scheme you had planned.

albeit, heizou does it again, quickly wiggling his hips before pressing his cock in small, toe curling pushes, traveling waves of him targeting your pulsing spots vibrating through your skin, digging into your most desired places that your palms began to aimlessly scratch at his shoulders, once, twice— having a groan rumble in his throat, when you too, gasp out a wet moan, already forgetting about what you had planned to do this entire night.

"there it is.." he smirks, and how dearly you wanted to wipe that expression off his face, his breath hot against your wet lips only adding to the twitching in your core when he's easing his cock back before making you take him again. the burning stretch on your cunt a lovely one, one you're eager to feel inside, your body reacting as if you're floating by the indulgence of being pleasured so fucking fine, so fucking delirious.

"that's how i like it."

— lyney

who would've possibly thought that lyney‘s beautiful princess would turn out to be such a little, teasing devil sometimes, of course, he taught you well, most likely too well— especially when he craved to hear your moans and hiccuped whines, the man just had to catch them, witness them with his own senses as he's twitching inside your pussy.

when you cry out his name, he's done for, it makes him even hornier to begin with, thirstier to drill his fat cock faster into you while he's sucking on your nipples like a mad man.

"oh?" chasteness, or the simulation of innocence, but lyney leans his body down to brush his lips over your own puckered up ones, the raging knot in your tensed stomach although gradually tightening— you were still determined enough to have your boyfriend fooled, only for a bit and on how much was possible.

"you‘re doing it again, my love." at the current state of now, lyney cocks a brow at you and gathers your breasts in his palms, closing two fingers against your erected nipples. you know you're not going to break him, have him fooled, but the dwindling idea of making it just a little bit harder was good enough for you to proceed in your scheme.

"i'm doing what baby?" you bite back your lips at him in flawless fashion, your thighs squeezing against his hips as you indulge in the lewd sounds of lyney whining out right above you— you're so unbelievably tight and there's nothing he wanted to do more than have himself engulfed in you, maybe cum inside you too, only to mark his territory further on. but your eyes widen when his fingers promptly explore down the curves of your frame, right above your sensitive clit, smoothly tugging and twisting the reactive flesh in combination with the weight of his cock swelling in you.

"fuck." gently, he prods his shaft further— in and out, in and out, "you know exactly what i mean."  and you could notice the rush of his blood thickening in his shaft more alertly, it's so impossibly heavy inside your cunt you fear you're about to cry out from the pressure, and how deliciously it was sheathed in your body, his thumbs still pressed on your clit, digging into the muscle as he lightly nibbles on your bottom lip.

"ah, no matter." he speaks in unhurried tunes, your liquids slicked around his erection as he fucks into your little hole, " you know i won't stop, right? not before i can hear you."

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[softshuji]

*practically purring in your ear*

Mhmm you sure? You look like you could use some stress relief now. You don't want me to take of my good girl?

*hands lightly dancing across your thighs before gently stroking your the inside of your thighs*

-Hanma

I- *swallows thickly* I do want you to take care of me Shuji baby but.. Rin's missing right now and I have to find him. I want to..trust me I do, but it's too dangerous right now. He could be in danger.

*clenches my thighs* you won't take this away right?we can have this another time? Please?

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Thinking about Sanemi who eats you out as stress relief. He's had a long day of gritting his teeth and trying not to scream at the newest slayers. He's received several warning letters from the master recently, scolding him over making slayers quit and even making them cry to their trainers. So instead he's been quiet, simmering all day until he ended training early so he could go home and let loose. He doesn't even bother with what your doing, telling you to continue with your writing as he crawls under your writing desk, fingers already untying the obi around your waist. He salivating at the thought of you spread before him on a platter, smothered in nothing but your own fluids and his spit. He's trying not to think, only focus on your pleasure as he draws aimless designs against your clit. He enjoys listening to you moan and gasp, trying your best to focus on your original task at hand. But he's anything but Persistent, slurping at your pussy like a man lost in the desert, you were a well and he was thirsty. He knew you were close when the pen clattered to the table, your hand flying under the table to grasp at the white strands atop his head, a sharp inhale of his name slipping out between whines. He pulls away, stopping all stimulation with a smile. Your hand drops out of his hair, a curse sitting on your tongue as he crawls out from under the table.

"bedroom, go"

[leo-muscle]

Kings of the World: Europe's Protector

Dominic, for the most part, was what the gay community would consider average. He had some mass to him, though not much, and his junk was fairly average. He had light body hair and a short beard, though not enough to be considered an otter. Almost no one swiped him on any dating app, which did leave him feeling dejected. He was a top, though all of his few matches pegged him as a submissive bottom. Though, someday, he hoped that he would gain the strength he desired.

Alone in his apartment, Dominic was doomscrolling through Instagram, crying over pictures of happy men in love. It had been so long since his last hookup, let alone his last boyfriend, that he had become incredibly touch-starved. London's pool of gay men had been incredibly unkind to him.

KLUNK.

A single notification rang from Dominic's phone. A match! Dominic dove to his phone, and couldn't believe his eyes. An absolute stud of a man had decided to give Dominic his approval. His pecs and ass were perky and voluptuous, his dark skin accented his enormous muscles perfectly, and judging by his bulge, he was more hung than every other man Dominic had seen, combined. The crystal crown on his head, while a little tacky, only added to his allure. According to his profile, he was "King Leon."

That sure is a King of a man, all right. Dominic thought.

Soon, they began to chat.

King_Leon: Hey. I think you might have exactly what I'm looking for. Meet me at my place?

DomDom74: Absolutely! I'm on my way!

Dominic dashed to his car, and drove as fast as he could over to where King Leon said his address was. It was a tall apartment building, with an impressive view over Buckingham Palace.

King_Leon: Head to the Penthouse. I'll be waiting ;)

Not only is he immeasureably hot, but he's also rich? Dominic thought. This could not be going better.

Dominic sauntered up to the elevator, and hit the button for the Penthouse suite.

"Dom?" King Leon's Nigerian accent entered Dominic's ears like butter from the intercom. It was smoky and rhythmic, with a deep, rich melody that caused Dominic's cock to instantly harden.

"Y-yes?" Dominic stammered. He was already flustered, and he hadn't even met the man yet.

"I'm glad to see you could make it. I'll let you on up now." King Leon said.

Soon, the elevator opened into a lavish Penthouse suite, each room the size of Dominic's entire apartment. Relics and statues from every corner of the globe accented the space, though most were from Africa, where King Leon's throne resided.

King Leon himself was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a small towel. He was even hotter in person. His muscles, divine, his skin, glistening, his ass, superb, his incredible height and his enormous cock visible even through the towel.

"Dominic, it is so good to have you here." King Leon rumbled, his voice flowing over Dominic like a river, wearing down his inhibitions.

"S-same." Dominic stuttered. "You have to be the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

King Leon laughed. "Soon, you will be just as beautiful as I."

"What do you mean?" Dominic said.

King Leon smiled, and let the towel drop as he turned around, revealing his luscious, bouncy muscle ass.

"Why don't you come find out?" King Leon teased.

Salivating, Dominic ripped off his pants, and stuck his throbbing member into King Leon's hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt: King Leon's perfect ass seemed to be vibrating and massaging every square millimeter of his dick, creating pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his skull as he lost himself in the pleasure, firing orgasm after orgasm into King Leon's ass, each one longer than the last. A gold fluid began to leak from King Leon's hole as the most orgasmic experience of Dominic's life finally came to a close.

As he removed his pulsing member from the King's hole, Dominic almost screamed. His cock was... different.

It had swollen up like a balloon, until it matched King Leon's size, inch for inch, a full foot in length and as thick as a beer bottle. His balls had turned into massive grapefruits swinging between his legs, churning with his own kingly fluids. Most surprising of all, his cock was pale, with a red tip, surrounded by a fiery orange bush. No longer was it a brown twig, but a mighty birchwood weapon, capable of slaying any ass.

"Wha... what?" Dominic asked.

"A king needs a weapon, does he not?" King Leon said.

"How? Why? Why did you change me?"

"I saw greatness in you, Dominic. You could be the protector of this whole continent, if you wished. A king, a warrior, a protector... the most powerful Dom in this land."

Dominic considered this. Power, prestige, strength... The choice was obvious.

"I'll do it. Where do I start?" Dominic answered.

"Only a moment of submission, for a lifetime of lordship. Impale yourself upon my sword, and drink of my fluids." King Leon said, his voice having a playful air to it.

King Leon sat down upon a wide loveseat, his enormous Black horsecock reaching far past his abs. His pecs throbbed, and his nipples called to Dominic, just begging to be sucked.

Trancelike, Dominic walked over to King Leon, and lowered himself onto his cock.

It was like paradise: There was no blockage, no pain, just pure pleasure His cock filled up Dominic perfectly, despite its egregious size. Dominic's mouth latched onto King Leon's perfect dark nipple as the King began to slowly thrust.

Soon, the King's fluids took effect. As King Leon pumped load after load of kingly fluid into Dominic, his muscles expanded. His biceps, wrapped around one of King Leon's enormous arms, suddenly blew up to match the guns they worshipped. His hands, once small and insignificant, became enormous mitts, digging and massaging King Leon's equally huge arms. His back and lats wrenched themselves apart, creating a sea of perfect ridges. His abs repeatedly clenched and unclenched, growing stronger each time, until the eight blocks that made up his core were as solid as stone. His legs, once skinny, became almighty pillars of strength as they expanded to well over the size of tree trunks. His feet did the same, becoming bigger and wider, to support the royal mass they carried.

The more fluid Leon pumped, the lighter Dominic's skin became, until it settled on a lightly-tanned cream color. His hair became a fiery red, his beard changing to match. His brow narrowed, and his jaw became square. His voice deepened, and took on an Irish accent as he started gyrating his ass to properly milk King Leon's dick.

"Yeh, you like that, don't you?" Dom said, in between chugs from King Leon's chest.

"Oh, I do... Daddy." King Leon said with a smirk. While he normally preferred to be the dominant one, for his fellow King, he would make a rare exception.

"My arse is going to milk your cock like you wouldn't believe." Dom said. With each slam of his ass on King Leon's mammoth dick, it bounced and expanded just a little more, until it became an enormous Irish booty, leaking an emerald fluid, which mixed with King Leon's golden fluid perfectly.

"Now, I want you to suck my pecs like your life depends on it." Dom ordered.

"Anything for you, Daddy." King Leon placed his soft, supple lips on Dom's left nipple, as Dom moaned with pleasure. His chest began to puff up, going from muscular, to voluptouous, to absolutely obscene. His massive muscle tits were just as large as King Leon's!

Soon, Dom wrapped his arms around King Leon, and tried to wrestle him to the floor. King Leon obliged, and pulled Dom close, pressing their sensitive muscle tits together, releasing a moan from both behemoths. Dom continued to grow in height until he matched King Leon while they rolled on top of each other, each man fighting for dominance. Dom pressed his face firmly against King Leon's, locking him in a passionate kiss. They wrestled and fought and loved for hours, until the pleasure finally became too much for the both of them, and they came from all orifices at once. King Dom's transformation had completed.

Both Kings laid there, exhausted. Soon, there would be more of them, and they could lead the world into a brighter age

[bandgie]

okay but could you do gamer beomgyu and fem reader only this time it’s him trying to distract the reader??

a/n: dduuhhhh, but imma tweak it just a bit

synopsis: Having your boyfriend game while you read is a great way to kill two birds with one stone. You both get to be in the same room while doing your own things. That's until he's done playing though, and wants to play a new game with you.

warnings: MDNI 18+, oral (f!rec), use of teeth, fingering, pussy slapping, dom-ish gyu, crying (f!), cumming in pants (m!), hint at PIV

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The sound of aggressive clicking and swearing was static in your ears as you read. Beomgyu sits in his chair, eyes focused on the screen as you lay on his bed. The book kept you occupied where your boyfriend couldn't, not that you minded. It felt rather nice to feel his presence while you both were in your little world. 

From the bed, you could see his monitor flash black with the words 'YOU DIED' written in large, red letters. His screaming makes you giggle from behind your book.

Beomgyu turns his head to you, a scowl on his face. "What are you laughing at?"

He gets off his chair and plops on the bed dramatically, head against your shoulder. Your boyfriend scans the page quickly, "You think this is fun?"

Your eyes dart to the fluff on his head then back to your book. "What? Reading?" He nods. "I do think it's fun, yes. Why?"

Beomgyu whines and reaches for the book. You're quicker than him, however, pulling it away from him and raising it above your head. "What are you doing?"

"I'm bored," he pouts. He lazily reaches for the book again, resulting in a soft bonk as you slap the book on the top of his head. "Ow!"

"Gyu, you just got off. Let me at least finish this chapter." You shrug him off and place the book on your chest. There's a playful glare in his eyes as he slides down further on the bed. You think he's going to play another match when you feel him between your legs instead. You peek from over your book, watching as he spreads your thighs apart.

This piques your interest, an eyebrow rising as you watch him lower himself to your cunt.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

Beomgyu lifts his head at the sound of your voice. "Showing you what real fun is." As much as you would like to retort, you can't deny the excitement that bubbles in your stomach. His hot breath fans over your bare thighs, his long hair tickling your skin.

"I'm reading." You try to sound stern, but your voice is too breathless, too wanting. Your lover picks up on this immediately, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Well don't let me stop you."

Your eyes go back to the page, but you've totally lost focus on what you were reading. What was the book even called again? All you can pay attention to is Beomgyu's slender fingers pulling your sleeping shorts down. You raise your hips to help, making him chuckle in response. 

A blush appears on your face, but you ignore his reaction. Beomgyu tosses the shorts on the floor, returning to his original place rather eagerly. Soft pink panties, his favorite. The sight makes his mouth salivate. Even more so when he can see a damp spot right where your pussy is.

Beomgyu pushes your thighs up so your feet are planted on the bed. His hands grope and squeeze your plush thighs, planting soft kisses on your even softer skin. You bite your lower lip, concealing a sigh. As nice as it feels, you don't want him to know how much you're liking it when he just started. It would feed his ego a bit too much.

His lips go lower, finding your aching pussy behind the panties. Beomgyu runs his teeth over your clothed core, tongue poking out to make your underwear more damp. You can't help the involuntary shiver that runs through you from feeling his rough mouth. His tongue grows brave, planting it flat against your clit as he moves it in circles. 

You're clutching your book so hard you fear you might rip the pages. The words twist and blur together as you try to read, but Beomgyu's fingers hook at the side of your underwear. The cold air hits your bare pussy in no time, mixing with Beomgyu's hot breath.

Your boyfriend kisses the top of your clit. His lips are soft and warm against the flesh. Your hips rise off the bed in response, and Beomgyu grabs you by the waist to pin you back down. 

"Stop moving." He all but mumbles below you. This makes you scoff, a scowl on your flushed face. "How can you expect me to stay still when you're doing that?" Beomgyu pulls away from your pussy to look into your eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I didn't say that."

A gleeful smile appears on his handsome face before descending back down. Beomgyu isn't as gentle as before. You find him dipping his tongue until he finds your entrance, then bringing it back up. He sucks and gently bites against your nub. He holds it between his lips and pulls, watching your legs tremble. 

You moan, the book lying against your face. "Fuck."

A hand reaches down to grip his hair. You guide his face against you, hips moving in a similar motion. The slick gathers on his chin, and his nose, but he still buries himself deeper into you regardless. 

He can't get enough of your taste. Your soft pussy is overly welcoming in his mouth. Beomgyu wants to drink you in, to feel his lips mix with yours, spit on slick. The bed rocks slightly from how you've started humping his face, how he's started humping the bed.

Beomgyu gives a hard suck on your clit before pulling away once more. You whine at the loss, hips chasing his mouth. 

He soothes you by using his middle and forefinger to rub you in circles. "So," there's a subtle rasp in his voice. "What page are you on?" 

You only moan in response. His fingers grow soaked immediately from touching your pussy. He rubs and pinches you, too distracting from any thoughts, let alone sentences. 

Beomgyu isn't having it though, and he withdraws his fingers to land a smack on your cunt. You cry out and sob as your lower body reacts violently. Your legs tremble, pussy feeling raw, and the sparks of pain turn into pleasure. 

There's not an ounce of remorse in your lover's expression. Beomgyu smiles and laughs giddily at your response. "Should've answered my question."

You pick the book from your face and scan the page for a number, but Beomgyu seems no longer interested. He dives back in and laps at you. His mouth is the total opposite of his fingers. Beomgyu's gentle, loving, almost cautious when his tongue traces over your folds.

Then he'll pull away again to slap your cunt brutally. Your cries turn into moans when he kisses your cunt apologetically. He's laughing in the midst of this, hearing you babble im sorry! while your pussy begs for more. 

It's not until it's red and swollen that he begins to feel bad. Hot tears stream your face and you're beginning to think that maybe you should have let him snatch the book out of your hand. Beomgyu pushes two of his fingers into you once again, but this time he'll make sure to stay inside. 

He pumps you slowly, getting you used to his slender fingers before latching his tongue on your clit. He stills in fingers and pushes upwards, in a somewhat beckoning motion. Then he goes back to deeply thrusting, then stilling. 

The tears have stopped falling, holding at your waterline. Beomgyu's lips pucker and rub over your nub, not enough pressure to overstimulate your clit. 

You're gushing over his fingers, legs crossing around his neck to still him in place. Beomgyu grunts at the sudden restraints but finds himself loving the suffocation between your legs. 

It builds in your stomach, burning hot inside before traveling down. The book you were trying to read is lost on the floor as your hands pull and tug at his hair. Bringing Beomgyu closer and closer to you before finishing. 

He can feel your walls clench and squeeze his fingers, how your clit twitches in his hot mouth. Beomgyu lets you ride out your high on his face. He buries his fingers as deep as they can go, rapidly moving them up and down to ensure you get the most out of your orgasm. 

It's not until you're reduced to twitches that Beomgyu pulls away. There's a sheer coat of fluid on the lower half of his face. His fingers are coated in white cream that disappears when he sticks them into his mouth. 

Your tired eyes watch as he rises to his knees, a wet stain on his sweats. 

For a moment, you think that you squirted. It must've landed all the way to his joggers. If that was the case though, why is it only on the crotch part?

Oh, you giggle. 

Your legs reach out to wrap around his waist, forcing him close. "Is that a cum stain I see?" 

Beomgyu flushes a deep red, and an embarrassed smile finds his lips. "No!"

The both of you laugh, though it sounds much more tired on your side. Beomgyu leans down and finds your lips and noses touching before he kisses you. You can taste yourself on him immediately, and you tilt your head for more. 

You moan into his mouth, pulling away just enough so your eyelashes touch. "It's a shame," you start. "You could've cum in my pussy instead." He raises an eyebrow at that, pursing his lips. "Who says I still can't?"

"You think you can go another round?"

This makes Beomgyu scoff as if you've asked him the dumbest question. He pulls his joggers down enough to see his cock outlined in his boxers. He's hard again, and he most likely has been since you've kissed.

"For you baby? As many as you want."

a/n: omg I feel like I lost the plot somewhere oopsies

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 5

TITLE: Eat, sleep, play.

PAIRING: Minho x Jisung x reader

SUMMARY: an established poly relationship between you and Minsung, along with an account of what Jisung likes to call ‘play time’. 

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: pre-established poly relationship, bondage, unprotected sex, blowjobs, swearing, oral sex (f!receiving and m!receiving), a dash of bratty yet sub-Jisung, sub reader, ball gags, cum eating.

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @lizzekat @queenmea604 🩷🩷🩷

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“I wanna eat her out,” Jisung mutters, unable to take his eyes off of your bound body. It was almost like he was truly hungry, nearly salivating. 

Minho looks down at you but not with a gaze of pity. He just spent the last five minutes binding your body with rope; your legs are bent at your sides as you lie on your back, and your wrists are tied to your ankles. To top it off, Minho had stuffed your mouth with a ball gag. It wasn’t necessarily for punishment, but mainly because he likes being mean.  

“I did have other plans for the both of you, but I guess we can start that after.”

For a moment Jisung wondered what exactly those plans were. It’s always exciting to not know what’s coming next and with Minho, nine times out of ten, it’s something mind blowing. He can adapt to Jisung’s desires and decides to sit cross legged on the bed behind you. So Minho scoots underneath your head so that you’re nearly in his lap. It gives him a better view of Jisung and what he’s about to do to you.

Jisung lies on the bed tummy first, his mouth ready to be put to use in between your legs. The warmth of his breath is a subtle relief followed by the tender kisses he places on each inner thigh, slowly inching down to your clit. Just when he does, your eyes are already fluttering back.

“Mmm!” 

Minho smirks down at you, “can’t say anything now can you?”

Jisung wraps his hands around your upper thighs to bring your pussy closer to his face. The feel of his wet, hot tongue lapping and sucking sends you into a state of oversensitivity. He’s always been good at giving head, same with Minho, so you always count yourself lucky with two partners who are good at what they do. 

His mouth has you moaning like a whore around the ball gag, even though neither of them can audibly hear you as properly. Your legs are already shivering and shaking from the pleasure that’s beginning to surge throughout your body. To top it off, Minho makes his hands useful by rolling your nipples in between his thumbs and fingers. The nervy reaction forces your head back into Minho’s lap, trying to cry out as much as possible. 

“Baby girl likes that doesn’t she?” Minho asks, pinching and tugging at the sensitive buds to make you scream into the gag. 

Your chest starts heaving quicker and quicker, a sign to Minho that you’re about to cum, and just before you do, he has to yank Jisung by his hair to stop him from achieving that. His head lifts up from your pussy, his mouth glistening unashamely with your juices as his eyes looked dazed and spaced out. 

“That’s enough,” Minho warns. “I said you could eat her out, I never said you were allowed to make her cum.” 

Jisungs happens to take a lot of pride in making you orgasm. He thinks it’s the most fascinating yet cute thing at the same time. He enjoys watching you shake, scream, cry, shiver, moan - all of the above when you cum. It’s something he has that really emulates the characteristics of a ‘giver’ even though he himself is, the majority of the time, a ‘receiver’. 

“Don’t be mean to her like that,” he whines. “Wanted to feel her cum.”

“Not yet,” Minho halts. “For now, you’re going to fuck her.” 

Jisung’s eyes light up once more as he props himself up onto his knees while Minho slides out from behind you and takes a seat on the chair next to the bed so he can watch. Having been achingly hard in his pants since the scene began, Jisung starts to feel waves of relief when he’s able to take his dick out. You watch him eagerly with your last line of patience.

“C’mere baby,” he murmurs, almost like he’s tipsy. 

Jisung’s cock is somewhat thick and has the perfect length and curve that it’s enough to make you cum like you’ve never before each and every single time. He gets excited just thinking about it as he rubs the tip of his cock in between your wet folds. Minho crosses one leg over the other as he watches the pair of you, seeing Jisung unintentionally tease your entrance with his cock; only pushing in less than an inch and slowly retracting out. 

It doesn’t matter how much preparation they both put you through, it’s not nearly enough to get you ready for how filling it feels for when Jisung is fully inside of you. 

He squeezes a small dollop of the lube that was pulled out earlier from the bedside table and runs some of the product on his length and some around your pussy. 

The reintroduction of his touch makes you groan, desperate and longing for more that soon comes when he starts to push inside of you. 

“Yes, fuck oh my god,” Jisung mumbles incoherently. “Can never get over this pussy, feels unreal.” 

Heat always rises to your cheeks whenever one of them praises your body. For whatever reason, it gets you to cum quicker. Minho found that out when they were both fucking you once and wouldn’t stop commenting about how gorgeous you looked taking both of them at the same time. Needless to say the mess you made on them was a sign. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last,” Jisung starts fucking you shallowly and slowly, not wanting to put in all of his energy into his thrusts in case he cums too early. 

“Lean some more of your weight down to fill her out,” Minho instructs, turning Jisung’s spaced out face into a look of irritation. 

He was just basking in the sensation of wet heat wrapping around him. Despite the context of the scene, Jisung feels very comfortable. He could stay buried inside of you for as long as you’d let him. In saying that, his submissiveness always bends for Minho’s orders. That, fortunately for him, is just how the both of you are built. 

So Jisung listens and leaned further down into your body. Just that subtle adjustment in the position makes you twist from the waist up at how deep Jisung’s cock is now filling you. It brings a sick smile to his face when your moans get louder around the ball gag. The only method of dealing with the pleasure is clenching your fists at your ankles. Even that isn’t enough to manage it. 

“Fuck her like you mean it Jisung,” Minho snaps, growing impatient with how his boyfriend is performing.

Jisung lowers himself down onto both of his elbows, resting more of his weight on top of your body. It allows him to slide in deeper, filling you right out that it squeezes a series of raspy moans from the base of your throat that are muted by the gag. Jisung visibly shudders when he bottoms out, feeling like if he thrusts a few more times, he’ll cum in an instant.

“Can you believe him?” He asks you in your ear, staring at Minho at the same time. “Telling me what to do.”  

His tone and volume were deliberate and provoked a reaction from Minho. He stands up from his seat with  force, walks over to you both with an agitated gait and expression before grabbing a fistful of Jisung’s hair and yanking it back. 

“Do I have to shut you up with a ball gag too?” He questions. 

Jisung grins, thriving in the sting spreading around his scalp, “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

Minho’s eye twitches. Out of you and Jisung, Minho would have to say that Jisung can be the brattiest at the worst of times, and you at the best of times. You’ll play up here and there, but Jisung has a tendency to not listen at all until Minho completely subdues him. If Jisung is still talking by the end of a session, Minho hasn’t done enough work to put him in his place. 

“Course you wouldn’t,” Minho releases his hand. “That’s because you’re a fucking slut.”

Jisung’s eyes glaze over, darkening as Minho speaks to him in such a degrading tone. It’s the only method of taming him; degradation and manhandling - the only ways to get Jisung off his high horse. His brain stalls and submits whenever Minho calls him types of names, treats him like a whore, even sometimes when he’s neglected in bed. 

His method of control when it comes to you needs to be an equal balance of degradation, bondage, and physicality - whether that’s pain play, clamps, orgasm torture, maybe a tantalising mixture of all three. 

Over the years that you’ve all been together, he's figured you both out. 

“That’s what you are, isn’t it Jisung?” He asks him. 

“Y-Yes,” he stammers before Minho releases and gives his head a bit of a shove - not too hard, but just enough for a lewd smile to grow on Jisung’s face.  

“Get out of her,” Minho orders. “On your knees.” 

“But-”

“Now,” he says threateningly, cutting his boyfriend's words short. “Wanna keep talking, might as well put that mouth of yours to use.”

Jisung licks his lips and swallows. He gently pulls out of you as you moan at the loss. Minho unbuckles the restraints that have been keeping your legs separate, and your ankles bound to your hands. Even though it feels good to be out of the same position, you miss the heavy feeling of being restrained. The idea of not being able to move itches a part of your brain that you didn’t know existed - especially when you’re being physically and literally bound to cum. 

Even though you’re free now, you still behave obediently and follow through with whatever Minho says. 

“Please fuck me instead,” Jisung mumbles with deep doughy eyes that can make just about anyone fold. 

Not Minho though. Not when he’s in an unshakeable mindset as he manhandles Jisung onto his back on the bed with so much ease, pinning his wrists next to his head, “you’ve already asked for too much tonight. You can just take whatever I decide to give you.”

Jisung pouts. While he wallows in the sadness of the hope to get railed, Minho tends back to you to untie all the rope. When he’s finished, he places it to one side and unlatches the buckle to the ball gag from behind your head. A long line of saliva connects from your lips and the device that was used to keep you from talking. Minho likes seeing it though. A sick and twisted part of him almost makes him want to spit in your mouth. 

“You, on your knees too,” he says to you before you join Jisung on the floor, waiting patiently. 

“W-Why can’t you fuck me?” You ask him.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” Minho asks you back.

“Yes but-“

“Good girls do what they’re told the first time they’re asked to do something,” he cuts you mid sentence right away. He’s not about to put up with an attitude from you right now. Not when he’s this horny.

Minho sits on the edge of the bed, unzips his pants to reveal his cock already leaking with pre-cum at the tip. Both you and Jisung are keen to get your mouths around your boyfriend's cock, almost salivating when you see it.

“Open,” Minho instructs.

There’s no time either of you waste trying to blow him. You use your mouths as if you were both made for it - made to please him. So you take turns in taking as much of his cock as you both can down your throats. Minho’s hands bunch into fists, gripping the sheets beneath him as his head tips back. Without looking at either of you, the lewd, wet sounds and the hot sensation of your mouths are enough to keep him going. 

Then again, he enjoys watching you work. So he brings his head back up, taking a look at Jisung who’s eagerly waiting for his turn while you use your mouth up and down Minho’s length. He pets under Jisung’s chin and caresses the side of your face at the same time. But when his high approaches fast, he resorts to gripping a fistful of your hair instead.

"So fucking good," Minho grunts through his gritted teeth. Jisung listens to you being praised and scooches closer so that he can try to get his mouth around Minho's cock too.

"Fuck!" He groans. "That's it...making me cum."

In a matter of seconds, Minho doesn't hold back. Both you and Jisung peel off of him as he paints both of your faces with strings of white, warm cum. Minho has always been a 'heavy load' type of guy which is a godsend for people like you and Jisung who don't dare to waste any of it.

As Minho descends from his dizzy, euphoric high, it gives him a bit of time to absorb the mess he's made before him. Jisung uses his thumb to carefully swipe some of Minho's jizz from your lips and gets you to suck it off.

He then gently slides his hand across the underside of your face to the side of your head where he pulls you in to kiss him. That kiss quickly turns into a heated and aggressive makeout where Jisung pins you on your back to the floor. 

“On the floor?” Minho raises a brow, trying not to smile while he catches his breath. 

It only occurs to him now as Jisung is holding you down that you both must be desperate for each other to fuck on the ground. Despite the mess, neither of you cares about it. You can taste Minho on Jisung’s tongue and vice versa. The instigator sitting on the edge of the bed thinks it’s equally as hot, but not a surprise. 

"Fuck me," you whimper when you break free from each other momentarily. "Hurry, please."

"Shh," Jisung hushes with a shaky breath as he aligns the tip of his cock with your entrance once more.

It's not before long until Jisung actually starts fucking you properly this time. Earlier on, he never had the proper chance to after being interrupted by Minho. That's only because his ego interfered. Now he can fuck you as if it's the last thing he's ever going to do.

It's a pleasure for Minho to sit back and enjoy watching you both fuck until you’re shaking around each other. He just loves this - seeing you both rabid with lust that nothing else matters. Minho reckons if anyone were to just walk into the room, that wouldn’t stop you and Jisung from fucking. If anything, he thinks Jisung would probably go harder.

The thought gives him a naughty idea. 

He knows what happens when you’re both needy at the exact same time. It’s always Minho trying to train two untamed animals just going at each other or him. However, Minho will never complain because there is no reason to. He appreciates the level of need you both have for each other, for him as well. That’s what makes the relationship tick, is that love is distributed equally and at high volumes.  

"R-Right there," you mutter, eyelids fluttering as Jisung rocks into you repeatedly. "Cumming...gonna cum."

You bite down into the skin of his shoulder, trying so hard not to scream from the way he’s making you cum. Jisung on the other hand is the opposite - moaning like a slut when he runs face first into an eye-rolling orgasm. 

“Yes, yes! Fuck…making me cum so fucking hard…” Jisung wrestles the words out of his mouth before moans start ripping his throat. 

Neither of you had orgasmed any quicker. If it weren’t for Minho and his deliberate teasing, both you and Jisung would’ve taken longer to cum. Instead, your walls are spasming around Jisung’s cock when it shoots a hot load inside of you.

You’re clinging onto him when he cums, hearing him so vocal always turns you on - same with Minho. It’s a sign that they feel good, and that’s always the hope whenever they stuff you to the hilt.  

"Holy shit," Jisung is panting, almost like he just swam to the surface for air. His hips slow down to a reasonable pace, dragging in and out of you for as long as he can before he pulls out.

From the bed still witnessing all the antics unfold, Minho can't help but watch the way Jisung's cum slowly leaks out of you. It almost makes him wish he was hard enough again to fuck it back into you. But he knows there's probably another time for that.

"You both okay?" Minho asks.

Your hand rests on your head, still splayed on the floor, "mm."

Jisung doesn't answer verbally, but gives a silent nod.

"Okay, I’ll help you both up and we can head to the bathroom so I can clean you up,” Minho adds. “That sound okay? Then afterwards, I’ll order us some food and we can relax for the rest of the evening.”

“Sounds perfect,” Jisung replies.

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A/N: I swear I'm not useless by not uploading lol as I mentioned in another post, I've been so busy with work that it's just not even funny. I will still power on with Kinktober though! Once again, thank you for supporting my work and being patient with me! xxx