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[minkieater]

first time with mingi ִ ִ ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

smut minors dni | wc ~4k

after your third date with mingi, you were impatiently ready to take things further. you traded a fancy restaurant for your living room, roses for snacks, a bottle of red wine for a six pack of beer sitting on the second shelf of your fridge. mingi was cozier than he’d been, sweatpants and a hoodie hanging loose off his body, glasses on his beautiful bare face. you think you might prefer him this way— as sexy as he looked in a black button up and slacks…

you sat on your couch, drinks and snacks sprawled across your coffee table, a massive blanket covering both of your bodies. you were curled into his side, head lying just below his collarbone, legs sprawled across his lap. he had one arm across your legs, the other in your hair, fingers scratching at your scalp: it all felt so domestic. like mingi was meant to be here, with you, as if this wasn’t only your fourth date. 

mingi sat spread out— knees wide, back leaned into the cushions, head lazily placed atop yours. he felt so massive as you clung to him, it was dizzying, you never considered yourself inherently small, but next to him? with his six foot build, broad shoulders, thick thighs, hard chest— he felt so strong beneath you, you knew he could flip you around if he wanted to. the thought was too incriminating for the close proximity you were in. 

the last date had ended with you and mingi lazily making out on your doorstep where you almost invited him in, but you weren’t ready yet— you hadn’t mentally prepared yourself, so you sent him off with swollen, wet lips and pants tighter than they were when he walked you up. tonight was different— you told yourself tonight was the night, you prepared yourself, but sitting with your body wrapped around him made you consider that maybe you’d never be ready for him. 

he made it easier, though, the more his fingers played with your hair, the more you relaxed into him— although it didn’t stop the fidgeting. you don’t think you paid attention to the movie after the first five minutes— mind immediately dropping to the gutter once you felt him under you. 

“you comfortable?” he pulled you from your thoughts, his voice husky yet soft— he caught you and he didn’t even know it. 

you tilted your head up to look at him him as a meek yeah fell off your lips, you saw the moment of realization: when his eyes darkened, glossing over ever so slightly, lips parted barely a centimeter to take a quick inhale. he could see it all over you, you could see it all over him— the acceptance, the want, the need. 

you tilted your chin up first, catching his lips between yours. he groaned into it, hand in your hair tightening at your roots, tilting your head backward with the force he kissed you back with. you gasped into him, lips still moving in a steady rhythm, taking his bottom lip between your own and then his top one, right handing sliding across his clothed chest. 

he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging yours— your head was elsewhere, within seconds your makeout turned hot and heavy, your skin was burning for him. he pushed you back onto the couch with slight questioning force and you answered with no pushback, letting your back hit the cushions freely, arms immediately shooting for his neck to pull him closer. 

he crawled on top of you and you hooked your legs around his hips, fingers tangling behind his neck, feeling the short brown hairs that stood at his nape. he kissed you harder, tongue messily entering your mouth without any shame— you whimpered as your legs tightened around him. 

“shit,” he groaned in response, his voice impossibly deeper as his hips bucked involuntarily, meeting your center which made you both let out high pitched, drawn out noises of pleasure. 

you breathed into each other’s mouths for a moment as you took a pause, the only other noise being the sound of your heartbeats as you both realized where this was headed. he sat up on his calves, running a hand through his hair, you begged your eyes to not drop to his groin, to ignore the clear tent in his sweats. 

“mingi?” you asked a question with just his name, voice small, quiet. he took a breath as if he needed to calm down— in case you didn’t want to take this further. “i want you,” it was almost moaning the way your voice relayed everything you felt, every ember of passion that he ignited the moment he pulled you on top of him. the loss of contact was brutal, you felt cold with the blanket long forgotten and mingi’s body heat so far away. 

it was as if you flipped a switch with how quickly he responded, yet he still asked the question as he crawled on top of you again, “are you sure?” 

“yes,” you said through a breath as your legs hooked around his hips and your fingers tangled in his hair, you needed him closer, his warmth and his weight. 

he groaned before his lips attached to your jaw, sloppy and wet as they trailed from your ear to your chin— back to your lips, then down the column of your throat. your center was throbbing for it— him, aching with a pulse only he could satisfy. your hips pressed into him as his hands traveled up your waist beneath your shirt, using his hips as leverage to grind yourself against him as he felt your skin. 

the noises that left his lips were lewd— husky breaths, deep groans, whimpers when you rolled your hips against him just right. a smile crept onto your face, everything about him, every move he made was so hot you thought you’d explode if you didn’t get more friction. 

“so beautiful, so soft,” he mumbled as he flipped your top above your chest, hands exploring your bare skin, thumbs flicking over your nipples beneath your bralette. 

“take it off,” your voice was long gone— you didn’t sound like yourself anymore— already. you arched your back and he used two fingers to unhook your bra, pulling it over your head with your top. 

nipples hardening under the cool air, he warmed them with his breath before his plump lips wrapped around your left one, thumb coming up to run over your right. you moaned, back arching into him, your lower half trapped beneath his build. his other arm traveled up your waist, just feeling, exploring, caressing— the stimulation was mouth watering, you had no filter, noises leaving your lips without thought. 

“perfect fuckin’ tits,” he announced without even looking at you, mouth moving to your other nipple, wet lips making a trail of spit between them. your head was buried into the cushion, hips begging to be set free, to move, to be touched. 

mingi could feel your desperation and he loved it, he let you squirm, let you beg for it— mingi loved to feel wanted, and your reactions told him you needed him. he was on cloud nine. 

“more,” you mumbled, more under your breath than out loud, and mingi was quick to obey. thumbs hooking into your waistband he pulled them down, lips following, hot wet kisses placed down your torso. 

you squirmed as the cool air hit more bare skin, antsy for more, for his lips, his hands, his fingers— anything he’d give you’d take greedily, then still ask for more. 

his lips hit your hips, teeth nibbling at the bone beneath your skin, making you suck in a harsh breath. he smiled as he got your pants off, hands traveling up your legs, rough palms against the soft flesh of your thighs. he peeled them open, met with dark lace and a smell so sweet he struggled to take his time. a kiss to your ankle, to your calf, just below your knee, he licked the underside of your thigh and your moans grew in pitch and volume. 

it was music to his ears as he pressed another just beside the lace, hands ghosting over your hips, he knew you were impatient but he wanted to savor every moment, every noise, every movement of your hips jutting towards his face. you whined as his thumb skimmed over your center, putting pressure on your clit, still over your panties. 

“don’t tease, please mingi, need you,” he had to ignore your pleas as much as it killed him to– he needed to take it slow, even if you were soaked through the thin lace already, you needed to finish once or twice before he’d even consider fucking you properly. 

“patience, baby,” he once again didn’t look up, too focused on hooking his thumb under the lace, pushing it to the side. his mouth watered as he got a proper look at you, core glistening under the dim light coming from the movie you stopped watching, for a moment he thought he’d start drooling if he didn’t dive into you immediately. 

he licked a fat stripe up the center of your folds and you moaned fully, back arching and head falling backward, the soft weight of his tongue was heavenly. mingi was intoxicated then, one taste of you and he was under a spell, falling deep below the surface of his own greed. he pushed your panties further aside as your legs spread wider, licking into you again, lips sucking on the bundle of nerves at the top. 

your hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening at his roots, keeping his head in place. your voice was high pitched, still breathy and gone as you moaned out, “yes, so fucking good, baby.” 

mingi melted at the praise, if he was motivated before there was no denying it now– his own head growing fuzzy as he ate. tongue licking stripes, dipping into your core, lips sucking around your clit: he felt like an animal. one finally eating after months of hibernation, his saliva mixed with your wetness covered his chin, listening as your moans quickened. 

the tightening in your core was quick– so quick you almost couldn’t believe it. his tongue flicked your clit and you tugged at his roots harder, chanting, “right there, don’t stop, oh fuck–”

he listened as your tone heightened at the end of your instruction, he knew you were close, he needed you over the edge. he kept his rhythm steady, flicking at your clit at a repetitive pace and your moans grew until they got caught in your throat, hips shaking– he had you. 

the pleasure in your abdomen was blinding as he pushed you to your high, it crashed over you in steady waves, your breathing had completely stopped somewhere in your long, dragged out orgasm. as you finally felt the aftershocks and your grip lessened on his hair your breath came back to you in deep heaves, every nerve ending in your body tingling, eyebrows knitted together and jaw slack without any sound. 

“you did so good for me baby,” he cooed, then licked his bottom lip, scooping the wetness off his chin with his index finger and bringing it between his lips. you should feel embarrassed at the lewd display but you couldn’t find it in you– that orgasm was one of the best you’ve ever had, you didn’t have the time to with how quickly he was on top of you again, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“came hard, huh?” he teased, hands petting at your stomach then traveling up to your chest. 

“mm, yes,” you moaned at the touch, octaves deeper now, “want you inside me.” 

“let’s go to your room?” he pressed another kiss to your lips, palms rubbing along the side of your thighs. you nodded and he helped you up, quickly walking across the hardwood of your floor to your dimly lit bedroom. you mentally thanked yourself for leaving the lamp on your bedside table on. 

you laid down on your perfectly made bed, still stripped down to your panties where mingi was still fully clothed. the change of environment brought consciousness back to you, cheeks flushing at the realization– you laid propped up on your elbows, “mingi, you have too many clothes on.”

he chuckled as he kneeled onto the bed between your knees, hands immediately reaching up to pull his shirt over his head by the collar. your lips parted as he revealed his abdomen, breath escaping your lungs. you immediately sat up to touch, his skin was soft and warm, toned and hard and sexy. you pressed kisses along his stomach as he kneeled level with your head, your hands trailing up his thick thighs as his came down to play in your hair again. your plan was to take your time, it was your turn to taste him, but he pushed you onto your back– “need to see you cum again.”

“wanna make you cum,” you argued even if his words made your abdomen clench. 

he shook his head and then kissed your cheek, “next time, wanna make you feel good tonight.”

how could you argue with that?

he kissed down your jaw as both of his thumbs hooked under the straps of your panties, you lifted your hips so he could pull them all the way off. his hand quickly came to your center again, you gasped as he let a finger slip between your folds. still sensitive, you shuddered, hips backing off his touch. he followed them, finger pressing onto your clit, placing careful pressure before working it in a circle. you moaned, giving in, eyes softly closing– he pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet and the opposite to what he was doing between your legs. 

he slipped a finger inside and you gasped, mingi took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, missing the way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. he started pumping slowly, curling inside you until your lips stopped responding, too far gone in the feeling. 

“come on, can’t have you going dumb before you get the real thing,” he teases with a smile, you crack your lids open just to whine and his smile grows– “this is just one finger, what will you do when it’s my cock? hmm?”

the teasing was nothing but added pleasure, moans flew from your lips as he hit the spongy spot inside you, making your entire body twitch. he giggles before adding another finger, you think he’s enjoying this way too much– if he could hear your thoughts, he’d agree. he curls them again, his pressure growing firmer, his thrusts getting faster. you could feel it again, the pit of pleasure steadily growing, your body getting hotter. your moans picked up, the filter leaving you again, eyes falling shut and jaw going slack. 

“fuck,” you cried, “you’re– too fucking good at this,” you spoke between moans, hands flying to his bare, strong shoulders, gripping to hold you steady, keep you grounded. 

“give me another,” he encourages, “open up for me, baby.” 

you don’t know how much more open you could be– legs spread, bent knees pressed against his thighs, the strength of them effectively holding them open, restricting any movement. you could feel yourself clenching around him, but you couldn’t stop, the feeling of his thick fingers curling against you was too fucking good. the pressure grew heavier, pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach, feeling as if soon you’d overflow. 

“come on,” his voice was strained now, mouth hovering over yours, his breath floating from his lips to your own. “cum again, then you can have all of me. wanna feel you so bad.” 

his words were enough to push you over, toppling beyond a ledge so high you began free falling, eyes screwed tight, breathless and brainless for even longer than the last time. you thought your body might begin steaming soon, with the heat of his own and the sheer pleasure he’s giving you– it was all too much. you were unabashedly moaning now, cries leaving your lips, the intimacy of having him so close to you was dizzying. your brain became mush a long time ago, the fog only worsening, blinding you as much as your orgasm did. 

“yes, there we go, good fuckin’ girl,” his praise was like a prayer, “cum all over me, wanna taste it.”

oh– he was just as far gone as you. you scrambled for his waistband like your orgasm was no obstacle, “need you,” you whimpered, giving him no time to think as you yanked his sweats over his hips. 

you needed to be closer, it wasn’t enough, you needed more. mingi didn’t argue nor hesitate, rolling his sweats off his ankles, “condom?”

you shook your head too fast for the responsible part of you to intervene. “got tested, just pull out.”

he tilted his head with an intake of air, “you trust me to pull out of this pussy?” 

“fuck it, i’ll take the pill,” you decided, and somehow even more adrenaline coursed through mingi’s veins. his smile was wide as he threw his sweats to the floor, and your eyes widened at your view. 

“holy shit,” you couldn’t hold it back, salivating at his length– rock solid, standing straight up against his stomach, pink and leaking and impatient, “i need you inside me now.”

firm fingers grabbed onto the flesh of your thighs, he leaned down to spit on your core, using his tongue to spread the wetness– not that you needed any extra help after two orgasms. “such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, could eat you every day.” 

your hands grabbed for his length, one gripping him at the base as you spit on the other, meeting to spread your spit along him, mixing with the precum that dripped down his tip. he whimpered as you touched him, a beautiful sound, one you wanted to hear with him buried in the back of your throat. another time. 

“take a deep breath for me,” he said as he lined himself up, your thighs laid atop his, body sprawled out beneath him. you obeyed, breathing down to the bottom of your lungs as he pushed in slowly, you both moaned at the same time, in the same way– relief. 

“you’re huge,” you say, eyes screwed shut as he inches himself in, you weren’t sure if it was a compliment or a complaint. 

“you can do it,” he responds with a cocky smile, “open up for me.”

again with that sentence, you supposed he meant relax for him. you beckoned your body to untense, starting from your fingers to your toes, your face to your hips, and he moaned in relief. “yes, just like that,” his voice was strained, eyes trained on your core as he sheathed himself at your base, the small tufts of hair at your base tangling as they met. 

“so good, so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he let his head droop between his shoulders, forehead just a millimeter from yours, your hands reached up to cup his cheeks. 

you whispered into his lips as you tilted his head up, “move.” you attached your lips to his as he pulled out and quickly realized that was a mistake, lips parting but unresponsive as he began rocking into you, filling you with every thick inch of him. 

stressed moans poured into his mouth from yours, the pleasure was tantalizing– he filled you up perfectly, cock curved upward to hit that spot inside of you with every stroke– you immediately knew you wouldn’t last long. the pleasure from your two orgasms were nothing compared to what he felt like inside you: full and dripping, the noises that came from your meeting were embarrassingly wet. squelching, you couldn’t bother to blame the heat in your body on embarrassment– it was him, his body heat, the sweat forming on your forehead from the force of him as a whole. 

you could get used to this. earth-shattering, it was, feeling yourself mold to his size, as if you were built to take him. your body rocked from the force, chest bouncing from his thrusts that grew harsher, moaning and whining and crying into his groaning lips. 

“pussy so good,” he moaned, voice heavy and husky as your thoughts aligned, “it’s like you were made for me.”

“i was,” you respond with the strength of nothing but sheer will, “all yours, mingi.” 

“fuck,” he groaned with a particularly harsh thrust, “say that again.” 

“i’m yours,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, “all fuckin’ yours.”

“‘m not gonna last,” he said, voice breathy as if he was holding back. he took a hand between your legs, two fingers working circles into your clit, “need you to cum for me.” 

you arched your back into him, hips meeting his thrusts, the pressure beginning to build almost immediately. your brain was somewhere else, words blending together, “wan’ you to fill me up, mingi. make me yours.” 

he whimpered, high pitched and unashamed, “gonna fill you up so good, baby. fill you up with my cum.” 

you moaned into the shell of his ear as the pressure blew, rocking into you harder than his thrusts, your joints locking up and nails no doubt clawing shells into his shoulder. your moan was nearly a cry as you came around his length, clenching, squeezing him with everything you had– he followed right after, hips losing their rhythm, releasing small gasps as his hips came to a still, releasing into you. 

you could feel the warmth as he unloaded, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been in your life. he fell onto his elbows above you, hips still flesh against yours, stomach heaving into your own, breathing into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. he took a moment before he pulled out carefully, rolling onto his side. 

“you okay?” he asked, a hand searching for you, finding relief on top of your stomach. 

you took a second to answer, dazed, eyes already fluttered shut. it was nothing more than a weak mhm that fell from your lips, and he responded with an innocent giggle. you could see him without opening your eyes, you knew he laid there with a lopsided grin and a moving chest, his eyes shaped like crescents. it brought a smile to your own face with an even weaker chuckle leaving your lips. 

“let’s get you cleaned up, lover–” he placed a kiss on your cheek, but your eyes didn’t open– “shower or bath? … do you have a bathtub?” 

a real laugh fell from your lips, it took every ounce of energy you had left. when you felt the slight trickle of him leaking out of you it shocked reality back into your senses, your eyes shot open. “oh shit– bath, carry me there?” 

you were right: lopsided grin, heaving chest and crescent shaped eyes laid beside you, but he was quick to move, scooping you up bridal style, walking you to your bathroom. you sat on the toilet while he filled the tub, but he joined you in the hot water, a strong wall behind you as the water soothed the post-sex ache. 

he kissed the top of your head from behind you– “i think this might be a bad time to ask, but we’re exclusive now, right?” 

you smiled as your head fell to his shoulder, “yeah, baby, ‘m all yours.”

[chimivx]

svt members & their fav positions 🙈

count me in, yes pls, this is nsfw, if you're not 18 go away. not proofread, sors <3

seventeen & their favorite position ♡

｡･ﾟﾟ･ seungcheol // doggy

what did you think it was gonna be? this solid mass of muscle is gripping your hips for all their worth, he's plowing into you from behind, he's on his knees on the bed folding you in half, pulling you back onto him with every thrust he pushes you away with... sweat dripping down his temple, his stomach, his abs, tightening as he huffs between groans, eyes rolling back, big strong hands palming your ass, making his legs tremble... he's in heaven, he knows it.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ jeonghan // reverse cowgirl

don't be mad at me, i see you rolling your eyes reading this, it's hannie, are we kidding? this man is going to kick back on the pillows, hands behind his head, watch your ass bounce against his hips with a smile all smug, praises falling from his lips he'll nibble on... if he's feeling particularly nice he'll even leave his handprint on your asscheek... looking back over your shoulder at that gorgeous face watching you put on a show for him? yes please.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ shua // lotus/sitting

i'm not even sorry, he's lover boy to me, but he's not textbook vanilla. he also is going to have to do things a little different, maybe a little weird, he's joshua. he wants you close, but he doesnt want you lying down, he wants you everywhere, but he wants you comfortable. on his lap, where you control the pace, grinding on his cock, nestling your nose into his neck, his hands, his fingers drawing over the expanse of your back, your curves... as time passes, air and kisses shared, he's definitely thrusting up into you, but god forbid your legs unwrap from around his waist, he won't allow it!

｡･ﾟﾟ･ junhui // tied to the bed

listen, he's a freak, we all watched him in psycho didn't we? jun wants you tied to the bed, doesn't matter how. wrists to the headboard with you flat on your back, legs free for him to spread as he pleases. ankles tied to the bedpost, wrists strapped behind your back, this man wants you, and he wants to watch you struggle to wriggle free as you writhe on top of his sheets... his lips will soothe your rope burnt skin, he'll whisper in your ear between your whimpers, how good you are for him, how well you're taking him as he tightens the knot...

｡･ﾟﾟ･ soonyoung // standing/standing doggy

energizer bunny. must be mobile, must be able to move quickly, change position quickly. you won't start here, but you'll get here eventually. he's highly skilled on his two feet, sex is no different, stand him up and you're seeing stars. even if you aren't even standing, you could be laying across a mattress, a couch, a counter, the kitchen table, the shower, a birdbath, the mailbox... hoshi's fingers are digging into your hips, he's tucking them under your thighs, he's pushing your knees against the wall and holding you up with his knees... pants falling from his lips, his forehead beading with sweat, his eyes locked on yours, kisses pressed to your jaw... look out.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ wonwoo // mating press

is this self indulgent, this is probably self indulgent, but you agree don't you, you agree. think about his hands looped around your ankles. think about his chest pressing into yours, his elbows holding your knees open and spread. his large frame folding you in half and keeping you there. his lips latched to your neck, teeth nipping at skin amidst ragged breaths and broken moans... his hips are insatiable, his pace even more torturous than it seems, he knows when to slow it down, when to twist, when to plunge deep into you, pushing you backward on the mattress, your head almost bumping the headboard... glasses... stay on.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ jihoon // sixty-nine

freaky mother fucker. this is just another tuesday for him. he's definitely flat on his back, your pussy hovering over him, back arched over his torso, his legs, your mouth wrapping around the tip of his cock as his tongue drags through your folds and twist your clit... he's palming your thighs, squeezing them, groaning against you, growing harder over your shape alone. his fingers will slide up to your ass, dig into the curve, then yank you down against his tongue with a yelp before you almost gag on his length down your throat. you were too far away! how can his tongue fuck you if you're arched so far away from him?!

｡･ﾟﾟ･ mingyu // face sitting

born to please, forced to- no, that's it. born to please, and he knows it's true, he wouldn't have it any other way. in fact, he's begging you to sit on his face, take away his control, rip it from his hands, suffocate him with your sweetness, let him take you to nirvana. and he does, twice. straddling his face, clit brushing his nose, you ride his tongue until it's you that can't breathe, and even then, mingyu clamps his hands around your thighs to keep you there, on his lips, his tongue, his hot breath, his determined brows...

｡･ﾟ���･ seokmin // spooning

he's grabbing your tits, and the curve of your ass pressing into his hips makes him wanna cum instantly, but he's savoring every second. his lips draw over your shoulders and your neck, his whispered praises and sighs of how much he loves you leaving you with chills over your exposed skin. another lover boy, he wants you close to him, but he cannot help but be a little selfish, can you blame him? at this angle his cock thrusts into you just right, he can grab what he wants which brings you closer to the edge, and if he slips a hand down your belly, between your legs, one finger to that sweet spot... he's got you right where he wants you. he's running this show...

｡･ﾟﾟ･ minghao // missionary

listen, listen, listen. Listen. i reserved this one for him for reasons. i don't look at this position like everyone else, this one is special okay, and if anyone is gonna execute it right, it's hao. another lover boy, a romantic, a focused on your pleasure type of man. his foreplay is godlike, otherworldly, and until your body is buzzing, your pussy glistening with arousal, then he knows he can fuck you through the mattress. he'll press himself against you, keep angling your hips to keep them where he wants them (aimed for your pleasure), he'll slid his tongue over your neck, your lips, he'll kiss you slow, he'll praise you so good, he'll send you to that fuzzy space without even trying, without even raising his voice... and he won't stop, even with tears brimming your eyes, a few spilling past your lashes onto your cheeks... he won't stop.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ seungkwan // side by side

oh he's holding you, you're holding him, you're kissing, deeply, magically, with so much care, with so much love, oh it's beautiful, oh god i want to go to there. he's holding your leg around him, hooking it over his waist, maybe using his to hold it up as he pushes into you, kissing you as he does, both of you gasping at the stretch, the squeeze... it's so romantic, incredibly intimate, and yet somehow entirely erotic, the two of you tangled together, tongues dancing in tandem, grinding against one another, moving where you felt like it, not where you should be going... oh god oh god oh god

｡･ﾟﾟ･ vernon // cowgirl

okay listen, usually i'm pissed when v is the one laying down because please let this man fuck, he fucks okay- but then. he won't be a submissive, blubbering mess. like jeonghan, he's enjoying the show, he's eating you up, from how you toss your head back to how you grip your tits and play with your nipples. hands sliding over your thighs, he's guiding you on his cock, shameless moans filling the air- from you both. he'll grab your hands and pull you down on top of him, chest to chest, and he'll press his palms to your lower back, latch his parted lips to yours, and he'll thrust up into you. fingers creeping back, he'll spread you open further, your body arching into his, and he'll fuck you... as long as your tits are bouncing against him.

｡･ﾟﾟ･ chan // lying doggy

he'd do regular doggy, prop you up on your knees, but then he can't take his time, press himself close to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear, teeth nipping at the lobe with every slow, generous, delicious stroke of his hips... half lover boy, half weirdo, part freakazoid, he wants it exciting, he wants it different, but he doesn't wanna hurt you, he doesn't wanna be mean (in his head that how it looks/sounds) so pinning you facedown on the pillows sliding his cock between your legs and into you comes close enough... he can touch you how he wants, he can tell you to touch yourself even though he'd like to watch- but he's in charge. but he adores you... but don't you dare move while he fucks you like this.

[blacklotus-bloog]

Il diavolo...

... quando ti accarezza è perchè vuole l'anima oppure sta aiutando una donna a farlo. A femmen mett nu punt ngopp o diavel .

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Blacklotus

...buongiorno e buon inizio di settimana

[pawl3ss]

Happy tłusty czwartek‼️🇵🇱

[bitchin-tubs]

Something that has been bothering me for a while abt the shows is that if imps and sinners can die in Hell… we’re do they go???? Is that ever explained? I think sinners are basically undead until something like an Angel weapon kills them which ok I can understand because they’re not meant to “die”again but imps seem to be born grow old and die which just makes me ask where do they go?? I doubt there’s a second afterlife for dead Hell creatures but like I need someone to explain

[redjusticeofthestreat]

Guys i forgot to update my fic, now i feel ashamed and i want to sleep and never woke up again.

Anyways, im going to write the next chapter while i cry

[damnedrainbows]

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What a shame, his husband is usually so much more receptive to his pranks too! He’s close enough proximity to his husband that the claws rake painfully up his face, the deer thankfully closing his eyes before they do. He hums in surprise, a prehensile tongue darting out to catch the blood as it trickles down his cheek. “It adds quite the nice metallic taste to the salt!”

He chuckles and presses his now bloodied face to his beloved’s greasy one. “Ohhh, don’t hiss and spit now. How about I lick it off as apology~?”

@gctchell

[just-little-spark]

???: How the fuck do u still alive?

Tace: with God's will

Hope: Tachi, why don't you believe in God?

Tace: who is God?-

E. L. A. Best witch in the world by @anotherrosesthatfell

[bananayuyu]

hello i miss seeing ur posts on my feed

hello my tacie <33

I've been so offline recently cause socials are stressing me out... but I miss being on here too and posting and shit. I am still working on my san series and all that, other random one shots and stuff too.

was just telling my best friend this but I'm having that thing happen with ateez (and esp yunho) where I love them so much I almost don't want to consume the content like it makes the love and obsession within me swell too greatly 😭

anywayyy, love you SO MUCH as always <333333333

[rosyviews]

   ( 💔 ; @cocained )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅        "what even makes you think you're my TYPE?" they chide, lips quirked as they let themselves take a long look along their form. tace's words were absolutely full of shit, but they had no intention of letting them in on this fact just yet. "I MEAN... damn, those perfectly manicured nails & that-- jesus fucking christ, that matching birkin tell me you're not exactly a GIVER in the bedroom." ( based, for f/nb )

[minkieater]

u already know what i really want

sitting on seonghwas face… his nose…

his nose … THAT nose … oh man

you didn’t think someone’s nose could be so… appetizing.

appetizing wasn’t the word, no. provoking? arousing? stimulating? maybe appetizing, too, maybe you’d lick every inch of it after you used it as a seat. sitting next to him on the couch as he read a book, glasses sitting on the bridge of that perfect nose, his lips pressed into a line as his eyebrows slightly knitted in focus. he looked like a dream, so innocent, so unprovoking you wondered how the sight of him had you so worked up.

you crawled over to him, taking his book from his hands, bending the page to mark before throwing it to the side, replacing yourself in his hold instead. he looked up to you in surprise as you pulled the frames from his temples, tossing them to the side, too.

he didn’t ask any questions— he didn’t want to, didn’t need to because of that look in your eye. like you wanted to eat him whole, as if he was your last meal, as if you were starved. he shifted his body down, let his long, slender fingers wrap around your hips, and accepted your lips on his own.

wet and messy, you danced together, tongues slipping into a rhythm you both knew all too well, hips shifting and grinding as if you’ve been making passes at each other for the last few hours. seonghwa loved you like this, needy and debauched, taking him for what you wanted, what you needed.

your hips grinded into him harshly, making him suck in a sharp breath, looking up at you through his long, dark lashes. you barely fed him a smile as you breathed out, “need you.”

he let his head fall back, watching you grind against him with darkened eyes, clouded with arousal and admiration. his lips lifted in the smallest smirk, “take whatever you need, baby. ‘m all yours.”

you pulled your shirt over your head, unclipped your bra from behind you, letting them both fall to the ground where you stood, slipping off your sweatpants right after. “lay down,” you ordered with a soft voice, a plea, a prayer.

he shifted down, his long body taking up the entirety of the couch, book and glasses be damned. you crawled on top of him with purpose, hips hanging over his cheeks, fingers pushing his long black locks away from his face. “want your mouth, wanna feel your nose against me.”

“my nose?” he repeated out of curiosity before his eyes fluttered shut, his hands coming up behind your thighs, hooking around them and pulling down, fuck getting an answer to his own question.

you moaned out in relief as his tongue met your center, head tipping back, a hand still in his hair, the other holding onto the back of the couch for leverage. you let him lick into you, tongue sloppily drawing circles over your clit, sucking on it, your eyes watching as he gained his own pleasure from eating you out.

“so fucking good,” you moaned out and the sound was all relieving, the answer to all your prayers, gratitude lining your words like a song.

you rocked your hips against him, your clit bumping into his nose, all cartilage and bone hitting your bundle of nerves just right— the sound that left you was guttural, completely debauched, it sounded as sinful as it felt to stare at him with that nose deep inside his book.

he groaned into you, his tongue finding your core, letting it slip inside as you rocked against his nose again. the feeling was everything you thought it’d be, as stimulating as it looked, harsh against your clit in the best way. combined with his tongue fucking into you, you could feel the bubble of pleasure forming in your gut, a burning heat that was quickly traveling through every nerve ending.

his fingers tightened onto the plush of your thighs as you picked up the pace, chasing your high, and he kept up with you, his tongue moving in tandem with each thrust of your hips against his nose. his expression was relaxed, eyebrows laying loose on his forehead, not a shred of tension in sight, only pleasure, ease, as he coaxed you to orgasm.

you gasped as your pleasure came to its peak, seonghwa rocking your hips against him as your body stiffened with pleasure, legs shaking around his head, high pitched, broken moans escaping your lips as you came undone.

you leaned back after riding out your orgasm, staring down at seonghwa who was soaked from his nose to his chin. his lips lifted in a lazy grin, tongue poking out to lick his lips, eyes still lidded in a haze. your gaze flew to his nose, shining with your release, and you tilted your head to the side in thought, chest still heaving from the rush he just gave you.

maybe seonghwa’s nose was appetizing, indeed.

[chimivx]

can i get some nsfw mingi headcanons up in here

CAN U? 😛

idk why i did tour mingi and hes lowkey a perv enjoy

mingi who cant last on tour without you, without you knowing hes stolen at least three pairs of panties from you, maybe used, maybe not, using them whenever he fists his dick, wrapping the lace around his hand, fucking into the fabric, burying his nose in them while he fucks into a pillow because his hand just isnt enough

mingi who sends you dick pics without warning, or bulge pics, sometimes with his hand wrapped around his length over the denim, or the leather, whatever fabric the stylist put him in that day, he’ll have the decency to send them with invisible ink but will follow up with a visible message defeating the purpose, “think of me when ur fucking ur fingers”

mingi who, if you came to a show, would whore it up onstage tenfold, simply because you’re in the room and he can smell you and it makes his brain dizzy he doesn't even realize how he's acting until the members point it out and make him blush on the big screen

mingi who doesn't even wait until you’re back at the hotel to touch you, to get his hands on you, his lips on yours, his lips on your skin. yunho has to force him to change, quite literally dragging him away before he’s dry humping your thigh

mingi who lays you down and takes his time with you, stripping you down to nothing before he’s even kissed you, tracing every curve of your body with his tongue, leaving makes behind that’d be hidden to everyone but you and him, marks to remember him after he leaves you for another city

mingi who pins you down on your back, trails his tongue down your neck, kisses you sweet before stretching you out, your moans dancing together in perfect coalition. he’d start slow, savoring every second, drinking up every whine that slipped through your lips and against his

mingi who’d be overcome with pleasure and your presence, your scent, your sounds, how you felt, and wouldn’t be able to hold back. pushing your legs backward, keeping you pinned beneath him he’d lock his knees around your hips, his nose pressed to yours, folding you in half, and he’d take you. nothing but the sound of sweaty skin smacking skin, incoherent moans of pure ecstasy tumbling from both your mouths, and the slick sound of your body accepting him

mingi who mumbles praises in your ear as you tighten around him, body shaking, eyes squeezing shut in white hot pleasure as you cum around his dick. so good for me, my good fuckin’ girl, fuck yes, ohhh you can do it baby… but you know hes right behind you, seconds pass before hes pushed into you to the hilt, painting your walls white, his cock twitching within you, filling you with his cum

mingi who is a total romantic and though completely wrecked will totally run you a bath that he’ll take with you, help you into your pajamas- one of his big tee’s an no panties, and will tuck you into bed beside him…. both of you knowing you’ll wake up in the morning to do it all over again before a plane calls his name

…

[bikefuckersoftheworldunite]

now I need to finish any of the 3 sete/vale gifsets I have started……..

[fuselsstuff]

Tidbits Tuesday

This evening started with me, showing @loulou-land my wip progress. Two hours later we were totally gushing over the OCs like they were literall human (canon) beeings. And isnt that what fandom is all about? Anyway, have some tidbits of Tommy and his favourite bartender!

Taking a sip of his beer, he looked at Hen. She seemed to accept his answer, but knowing her, she probably didn't believe him one bit. But that's one of the things he loved about her: she knew when not to push. They fall into a comfortable silence, both in their own thoughts nursing their third beer. And Tommy's mind wanders. It's been one year, one year since he stood in front of Jace. One year since those black-painted fingernails cradled his jaw. One year since he felt lips, so similar to his own, consuming his every thought, One year since that moment. A moment he could never forget, a moment where everything clicked into place and made sense for exactly 3 minutes.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

EEStreetStyle, Panchas Psycho, Mr Yosie, Shef Sale, DMG, PKM, Vido, Mr Weed, Ortak - Audi Vide Tace

[high-justiciar]

FULL PLAYLIST

I. are you the moon, babe? II. i’m the powder, you’re the fuse III. worse than you've ever been IV. i tried a taste of your medicine (it made me sick) V. no one else can take you (higher) VI. it felt like a god, how she held me VII. i am not a martyr (i'm a problem) VIII. like a heathen clung to the homily IX. she can almost be the worst of me X. build a house or sink a dead body

[ couldn't resist the last :> @coinoperatedmorals ]