#this was Honestly so rushed.....Bitch Disgusting!

[writingsofwesteros]

All of these thoughts are delicious, but I can immediately imagine it being Viserys. His daughter with Alicent was always ambitious, though this particular occurance was born from the necessity to protect her family. They had all seen just how little their father cared for them when it came to his prized daughter and it was enough to create a divide within the family, a deep cavern that would be nearly impossible to fill. Alicent's daughter learned from the world around her, always more of an observer than an actual player in life's game, a fact that made her a different type of dangerous. Perhaps if she were interested in someone that could match her head on, she would've paired herself with Larys, or more appropriately, Aemond. But alas, her cunningness led her down the path of "greatness", as in the words of Otto Hightower.

Borrowing a trick from her mother, the daughter hatches a plan to strengthen her claim to their father's heart and secure their future through seizing the throne. She feels like a cheap whore the way she dumbs herself down to pretend like she wasn't vastly more knowledgeable than Viserys in regards to their history, or any other subject as he seemed to be severly lacking in several areas. It takes no time for her to worm her way into his bed, playing innocent and allowing him to mount her the first few times, moaning wantonly and clinging to him like he was her only lifeline. As he thrusts inside her desperately, all she can do is feel self satisfied over her amazing acting skills. It was evident that Viserys never remembered anything regarding Alicent's children, especially since it was a big ordeal within the castle when the servants had found blood on her sheets from an unexpected late night hook up with Aegon in their youth. Even after facing Alicent's wrath and ridicule, that didn't stop them from enjoying the occasional romp.

One night she whispers cutely to Viserys that she had recieved a dirty book from her handmaiden and wished to test out the position. He was immediately on board, though worried about how his "innocent" daughter would fare doing something so lewd. He's quickly shut up when she ties him down like a professional and wastes no time slowly torturing him with the thought of fucking her. She blindfolds him and rubs her tits in his face, climbing on the bed and teasingly rubbing his red cock through her folds and chuckling when he attempts to enter her. Alicent's daughter isn't going to let him get away with treating her the way he did her mother when she is his new wife, teaching him patience and making him eat her out from behind, her creamy pussy suffocating him. She doesn't let him get a break, making him work hard to learn her sensitive areas and the quickest way to make her cum.

Once she believes he is decent enough at the job, she slowly slides his cock in her sensitive pussy and gives him the ride of his life. His fragile heart stutters as she fucks his cock in and out of her tight cunt as if she had to rush to do something after she finished. His poor cock is abused by her tight grip and unrelenting pace, Viserys swearing his daughter is going to snap his cock in half with her vigorous movements, though says nothing and enjoys his slice of heaven. Alicent's daughter is going through it as she finally takes the liberty of fucking him, honestly feeling disgusted yet turned on by how submissive she had him already. She always loved when Aegon would let her take her frustration out on him instead of their usual wrestling match that left the servants extra busy come cleaning time. Feeling him start to pulse inside her helps bring her closer to her edge as her plan is that much closer to being achieved and she races to the finish line by swirling her fingers around her clit.

Alicent's daughter fucks him like he's her bitch a few more times before untying him and leaving him covered in their combined juices, his face red from embarrassment and vision blurry as he watches her slip her dress on and walk out like nothing had happened, his cum dripping from her cunt still. Viserys can't tell if he got punked, but he definitely knows that 1. He's not unhappy she fucked him so hard he wasn't able to walk to dinner, and 2. He's going to definitely need to marry her since it's obvious he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about her after that night 👑💀

SO DELICIOUS !!

[juletheghoul]

unclean

a/n: Honestly, you can blame my period for this one. I took a huge liberty because usually women on their periods in this time weren't treated the way they should have been, also took an educated guess at forms of relief. This is un beta-ed, any mistakes are my own. Shout out to @foli-vora for losing her mind with me, thanks my love! 🩷Hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, Marcus not being a little bitch about periods, creampie, blood & mess lets be real, boob worship, master / slave dynamic (power imbalance), Marcus calls reader Girl, reader calls Marcus Dominus, let me know if I missed any!

Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader

word count: 2.4k

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The wince came without your permission, your face twisting in discomfort as you poured his wine, pausing for a moment to steady yourself; thankfully without spilling a drop.

“Are you hurt, girl?” You unclench your eyes and find him staring at you with a frown, no doubt confused by your expression. 

“Apologies Dominus, it is nothing.” You bow your head but hiss nonetheless and he puts down the bread. 

“Answer me truthfully girl, what pains you?” His eyes are intent and for a moment you cannot tell if it is annoyance or worry that twists his features. Heat rushes to your face, men usually don’t take the news well when they are reminded of the troubles of the opposite sex. You fidget, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth while you gather your wits. 

“It is just, my blood will flow soon Dominus. Sometimes the pain precedes it.” You bow your head and stare at the floor by his feet, gearing up for the usual responses you’d get from the men you’ve served, anger, or disgust. He says nothing, but when you look up he nods once. “I will retreat to my chambers soon. I will send someone else to tend to you if it pleases you, Dominus.” 

“I require nothing further, you may tend to your needs.” He dismisses you gracefully, much more so than any other you’ve served and it’s as though a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

The blood does not dull the pain. 

Hours after confessing to your Dominus, you can do nothing more than curl up in your bed, and suffer in silence. One of the older women had boiled some water for you to dip a flat stone, place it on your belly for relief and it had worked wonders for a time but both the water and the stone had gone cold ages ago. All that was left to do was grit your teeth and bear it. 

You cannot help but crave him even more, with the blood flowing, your lower back and breasts aching, and your insides twisting, the pleasure of his cock seemed like the miracle that could cure you. Men didn’t do that though, women all knew it was nothing more than what the female body did, but men–society deemed it unclean. And so you had to endure, without the relief of his body or his gift. Still, you couldn’t help but be grateful for him, he did not protest to the women in his service sequestering themselves until it passed. He did not ask questions, he did not balk at the talk of pain. 

The first day passed, and the second found you in more agony. The second was the worst for you, when the blood was the heaviest, and the discomfort grew nearly unbearable. 

The women brought you hot soups and wine warmed with spices, boiled water for the stone and clean rags for the mess. You thanked them, with tears in your eyes and they nodded and left you to your misery. You slept when you could, but when the night came, sleep had become a stranger, and all you could do was pray to all of the Gods to either take the pain, or take your life. 

Your door opened late into the night and you thought one of the women had brought more hot water but it was him, your Dominus, standing at the threshold to your modest chamber bathed in soft candlelight and shadow.

“Dominus-” You struggled, moving to stand too quickly and falling back to sit on your bed. “Apologies Dominus, what-” He held up his hands to forestall your speech. 

“Peace, girl, I am not here to ask anything of you.” He came in and closed the door, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “I heard one of the women speaking about you, she said you were suffering a great deal.” 

“I am well, Dominus.” You could barely keep the grimace off your face.

“Do not lie to me, girl, I can see the agony.” He approached slowly, he’d already prepared for bed and wore a simple tunic. “I have heard it said that pleasure often eases the pain, but I will not force the issue if you do not desire it.” You stared up at him, confusion creeping into your pain-addled mind. He stood, staring at you, for all intents and purposes a gift from the Gods in himself. “Would you like me to help you?” 

“I– but you are not… the blood does not bother you, Dominus? I am unclean–” He raised his arms once more, a frown arranged on his features. 

“Blood has never bothered me, girl.” You droop with relief, tears springing to your eyes and an altogether different ache building between your legs. “You need it don’t you, you need me to take the pain away, hm?” He speaks softly again and all you can do is nod, pitifully. He stands before you, taking in the unruly state of you and for a moment you think you can almost see a soft affection on his face. His thumb swipes against the plump of your lower lip softly, “How do you desire it? Soft? With kisses and gentle touches?” he holds your chin between his pinched fingers, tilting your face up to gaze into his dark eyes, “Or do you desire it more forceful? How do you need me to fuck you?” 

Tears well, and you’re not sure if it’s the softness in his voice or the relief so clearly visible on the horizon, but you swallow around the lump of gratitude in your throat. “I want it all, Dominus,” you hold onto his forearm, afraid that if you don’t make contact with him, he might evaporate like dew in the morning. “I want kisses, and gentle touches but I want force as well, I need your gift to ease the pain.” 

“And you shall have it, my brave girl.” He reaches down, carefully pulling your tunic up and off and your nipples harden almost painfully. He slips his hand down, palming your breast softly, “Do they hurt too much for my attention?” soft as a breeze, his thumb strums at the sensitive tip of your breast and you bite your lip. 

“They ache, but I do not wish for you to stop.” You bring his other hand to your other breast, sighing at the tenderness in his touch. 

“I will be mindful.” He pulls away for a moment to undress and the sight of his cock standing at full mast is enough to make you whimper. “Patience, girl. You will have it soon enough, as deep as I can get.” You nod, but all at once you realize where you are. 

“You wish to have me here? My bed is not as lush as yours-” He sees slight embarrassment on your face and he waves it away. 

“This is my house, girl, I will have you where I please.”

You move back with a wince and he follows, discarding the soiled rag tucked between your legs without so much as a flinch and whatever feelings of devotion, of loyalty or possibly obsession you have for him grow to greater and greater strength. He settles between your spread thighs and just the warm heft of him is soothing, the heat of his skin on your belly, the heavy press of his cock on your sex like a balm. 

Wordlessly he presses his lips to yours, soft, and then not so soft and his tongue explores your mouth, he tastes of wine and dark ripe fruit and you cannot help but wrap your arms around his neck, thread your fingers through his thick waves and whimper. His lips travel, mapping out their course across your skin, down the column of your neck, the base of your throat until he takes your breast in gentle hand and licks at the peak and the moan escapes your lips without your leave. He moves to the other and showers it with the same affection, both breasts shiny with his spit and your cunt melts for him like frost in the face of the sun. You can feel the way he coats himself in your want, his cock slipping between the lips of your sex. He continues to worship your breasts, licking soft like a kitten, and then sucking the tip into his mouth until you cannot take it anymore. 

“Please Dominus,” Your voice breaks when he lets go of your nipple with a pop, enjoying the way you writhe underneath him. “I need it, I need your cock.” He kisses at your breast again before slipping his hand down, and finally slipping into the wet clutch of your cunt. “Gods above, yes, yes yes, please Dominus-” You’re breathless, the feel of him is good enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“Yes, I know girl, I’m right here.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust and the moan you let out is obscene. “This little cunt is going to behave for me, isn’t it?” His lips barely touch yours, speaking the words into your mouth; his words, his rhythm making you drip onto the fabric below. The sounds between your legs are vulgar, wet and far more appealing than any music in the world, but it is not enough. You let out a whine, pitiful and painful and he frowns. “Is it not enough?” There is no anger, only the quest for truth in his tone and you shake your head, heartbroken and shaking with need. He pulls away, and you let out a cry of anguish and clutch to him, if he left you like this you don’t think you’d survive. “Peace, girl. We will change our positioning so I can give it to you how you need it.” 

When he pulls away, your eyes widen in shock and horror. Your blood has smeared all over him, his cock, his groin, spreading up almost to his belly, it collects at the mouth of your cunt and when you look down it is all over your inner thighs, the scene looking more like a battle than a bedding. He shakes his head, raising a hand to stop the apology before it is given. 

“This does not frighten me, girl. This is not the first time I have been covered in the blood of another, and it will not be the last. Turn around, I would have you on your hands and knees.” You nod, and with a wince you rush to comply, presenting your backside to him and within a moment he has pulled your hips back to meet his, his cock entering you with no resistance and from this angle he knocks the wind out of you. “There it is, this is the answer, yes?” He thrusts again forcefully and a sound you’ve never heard comes out of your mouth, a dark, wanton noise and it only proves him right. 

“Yes Dominus, please, like this–” you don’t finish your sentence because he pulls back and punches forward again with enough force to rock your bed. Your head drops, your back arching and he sets a brutal pace. Tears slip out from the corners of your eyes, trapped between where your face presses against the back of your forearms and you think for a moment that nothing has ever felt better. 

He grunts, and for a handful of minutes the only sounds are your combined heavy breathing, the wet squelch between your legs, and the rhythmic rocking of your bed. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips hard enough to bruise but it matters not, the pleasure is too great, the relief of his cock is a sign that the Gods are real and that they have sent him to you. 

You reach underneath, gasping at the feel of your cunt spread wide to take him and at just how wet you are. The engorged little pearl of your pleasure begs for attention, and you cannot deny it. With a handful of swirls you seize up, screaming through your climax and he groans as the fist of your cunt squeezes him tight, making him slow slightly but he doesn’t stop. Your knees give out for a moment but he doesn’t let you falter. 

“I am not finished with you yet, this little cunt will take what I give her.” His grip tightens and he lifts you back up into position. Fucking you through your flutters, “You will give me another, girl, you will squeeze my cock again, only then will I give you my gift.” He’s breathless, maneuvering his hand around to reach between your legs while he drapes himself against your back. His fingers manipulate you rougher than you did, forcing another climax out of you while his hips drive his cock deep enough to kiss your womb. 

The second climax is more intense and lasts longer and the force of it milks him dry. You feel him empty himself with a punched-out groan, collapsing onto you once his cock twitches for the last time. 

Everything is silent, and for a moment, you think you might have gone onto the afterlife but then he shifts and you take a deep, steadying breath. The relaxation is so great you are afraid to move, afraid that any engagement of your muscles might result in the pain returning and so you stay still as he pulls out. You will clean once he is gone but he shocks you again when you feel a cool cloth on the skin of your backside. 

“Dominus, I can–” You turn your head to him slowly but he shakes his head. The tenderness in his hands not reaching his face. 

“Silence, girl.” He says nothing else, but dips the cloth into the basin of water again and rings it out, cleansing the mess between your legs silently. “I expect you to let me know the next time you are in pain.” Once he is satisfied with his task, he dips the cloth again, and uses it on himself and there is something about seeing him do this that is unnatural, you cannot help but stare. He is quick; utilitarian. 

He drops the used cloth back into the basin, grabs his tunic and slips out of your room without so much as a glance but it matters not, you are asleep before he shuts the door.

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[rumblebat]

2nd place was (one of my top favorites) Piccolo! The sexy Namekian himself! Please enjoy the story and look at the rating! >w<

rating: [MA-X] - for a mature audience cw: smut/nsfw, implied afab reader with gender neutral pronouns, implied reader is buzzed/tipsy, breeding, implied piccolo/king piccolo, language, slight yandere theme, very VERY horny Piccolo word count: 1,822

sneak peek: The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you."

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Zarbon waltzed over to you, nudging you out of your chair. With a faint grumble, you turned away from your conversation with Goku to the handsome green prince.

"Can I help you?" You asked, slightly annoyed. Your semi-buzzed state only seemed to heighten your senses. Everything seemed to annoy you more and more, and Zarbon only made it worse.

He made a disgusted face and rolled golden eyes, pointing a freshly manicured finger to the closet. "Your services are requested in the closet…(y/n)." He said, a slight hint of sass as he said your name.

You looked over, tilting your head. "Me? Tsk…whatever." You said, taking your nearly empty glass of booze and chugging it. Saying your goodbyes to Goku and the others, you made your way to the closet.

You grunted and bumbled inside, sucking your teeth as the door struck your backside. "It's too damn dark in here! Zarbon is such an ass…not even telling me who's in here." You mumbled to yourself, cursing at the emerald-haired man. Your hands trailed along the wall, at least trying to find a light switch or something. Instead, your dainty hands skimmed across a chiseled, yet soft, chest.

You quickly moved away and stumbled back, "Ah! Hello?!" You called out. The body that occupied the same space as you grunted. "Quit being so loud. You're giving me a headache."

'That voice…' You said to yourself. "Piccolo?" You asked, "What the hell are you doing in here…?" The Namekian didn't say anything. He stood quiet for a few minutes, pondering the next thing to say.

"Since I don't get out much, in Goku's terms. He wants me to try something out. Like…parties. Ugh.." Piccolo placed his back to the wall, slowly siding down to the floor. "I honestly don't get this. Why are two people in a dark room, let alone a closet? What the hell are we supposed to do? Strain our eyes?"

"Talk…maybe kiss. Fuck, even." You said bluntly. Hearing a slight choke coming from Piccolo made you giggle. "Not used to it huh?"

"Of course, I'm not! You think I go around and lounge in people's closets?"

"I'd let you!~" You cooed at him.

Piccolo blinked, evidently unimpressed with your usual reply. "You are a strange one. I knew you'd say something like that…" He chuckled to himself before creeping over to you. The atmosphere around you suddenly changed, becoming denser. Your breath caught in your throat. "Well…" Piccolo's voice was gruff, nearing your ear. "If we are supposed to do those things. Why don't we get started…?~"

You sat there, shocked, and quickly got kicked out of your daydream when a slimy, thick tongue scrapped across your neck. A hefty shiver rushed over your body. "You taste better than I thought…" Piccolo whispered. Your face was quickly heating up. The Namekian sat beside you, then grasped your waist. He firmly placed you on his lap. "I want to take my time with you." He huffed.

You felt like you were going to burst. This was all you ever wanted! Piccolo's trained hands slowly made their way up your shirt and to your chest. You let out a soft groan, feeling his calloused hands play with your sensitive buds. Your hips slowly started to grind on him. To your surprise, he was fully packing. Minus the gags you hear from Vegeta.

You heard him groan, causing you to grind harder onto him. With whatever liquid confidence you had, you leaned over and placed a lustful, drunken kiss on his lips. He groaned and pulled you closer to him. His usual cool body was burning up. Piccolo's eyes slowly started to fill with desire.

With a slightly aggravated grunt, Piccolo picked you up again and placed you on the floor. He mounted over you and leaned down, kissing you back deeply. He slowly started to place his hand into his bottoms, pulling out his well-endoubt member. You placed a hand on his chest, causing his attention to be focused mainly on you again.

"Am I…going too fast?" He huffs. You shook your head, reassuring him with a delicate stroke on his arm. You gently push him up onto his knees and stand up. He follows your lead, "Stand still for me and try not to be too loud, okay…~" He nods and tilts his head, feeling you get lower. "What are you doing (y/n)? - !!?" Piccolo grunted and nearly fell back on his knees.

You moaned as you slid Piccolo's member deeper into your mouth. He let out a low whine and placed a hand on your head. You closed your eyes and pulled back, but before you could fully move away. Piccolo growled and jammed his way back into your mouth.

You squealed and grabbed onto his gi bottoms. He panted heavily and bucked his hips into your face. "I'm…sorry, but I need this!" Piccolo gasps harder, moaning out loudly. You were gagging and gurgling for him to slow down but to no avail. He threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty moan. Your eyes slowly roll back.

The light that peeked from under the closet door, enhanced the thin layer of sweat that coated Piccolo. Your teary eyes watched in awe as he rode out his orgasm in your throat. After a few minutes, he pulled away. Hunching over you to support himself on the wall, he opened his eyes to stare down at you. "Alright…" he started, picking you up and placing you against the wall. "Why don't we get started for real?~"

Your breath quivered as he easily undid your pants. You quickly moved around in his muscular arms to help him. He only chuckled and exhaled, sensing your pheromones. You looked back up at him, your buzz was slowly fading but you didn't feel like you needed it. Piccolo's dark eyes leered upon you, only making you feel smaller than usual. His gaze was similar to a wolf's, longing as if he was hungry for something.

You wrapped your arms around him. Immediately, he pushed you more against the wall before he slid you down onto his throbbing cock.

You both groaned at the feeling. He grits his teeth, feeling as if he won't be able to fit inside of you. "You're..so damn tight!" He exclaimed. You whimpered under him, feeling too full to speak. Without hesitation, he vigorously pounded into you. You squealed out, covering your mouth. Piccolo was losing his cool quicker than he had hoped. His mind grew foggy. He didn't feel like himself. He felt more feral.

You could feel him in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut as he kept brutishly thrusting into you. When he stopped, your eyes slowly opened, and looked back at him. Piccolo's pupils were blown out. His chest heaved. You studied what you could of him in the dark. Before you got a word out, he swiftly positioned you on the ground.

"You make a monster out of me (y/n)…" The Namekian snarled, raising your legs higher. He nearly had you in a pretzel. Your knees easily touched your ears. He eyed you more and more, taking in every piece of you. "I could take you for all myself…I wouldn't let you see the light of day again…~ You could be all mine." He leaned back over you, caging you in the mating press. With a keen foresight, he jammed his cock back into you. You threw your head back and cried out his name.

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh, mercilessly hammering into you. Your g-spot was being beaten and bruised. "Prepare for a heavy pounding, human…I hope you don't mind - but I won't be going so easy on you anymore. Now that I know you can take my cock!" He huffed out, mewling and howling at the feeling. You were so wet and accepting, he needed more. He wanted to be in you forever.

Piccolo bit his lips and jolted, cumming quicker than expected. He pummeled you more and more, drooling at the slick feeling. Quickly, he sat up and adjusted himself. He held you down, propping himself on one knee while resting his arm on the other. Without leaving you, he easily placed you into doggy and quickly picked his pace back up. "I'm not letting a single drop of my cum leave you! And neither shall you, got it?" He asked sternly. The heavy claps for your skin contact nearly drove you wild. You couldn't answer until a firm smack across your ass woke you up. "Answer me. Now." He ordered. You whimpered more, tears practically coming from your eyes. You nodded your head and looked back at him. Piccolo hissed, feeling you get tighter as he slapped your rear.

He started to get more amped. Latching onto your hips with his nails, he continued the rapid onslaught. You wanted to wail out, scream for him to slow down, cry out the intensity of this. However, you couldn't help but melt with each thrust. The fact that he can send you to King Kai's planet and back then to Namek was crazy to you. Your insides started to burn up. "K-keep…hitting that spot!~" You panted out, trying to make your voice heard. The Demon King glared down at you, grabbing you by the hair. "Speak up, bitch…I don't think I heard you." You nearly came on the spot but roared out. "Make me cum!! Please! Let me cum!~"

Piccolo grew a wicked smile and chuckled darkly. Nearly putting you in a chokehold but still easing up for you to breathe, he clashed his hips to your ass harder than ever. "If that's the case, I'll happily oblige but say my name!" You were biting your lip so hard, you thought you were drawing blood. He snarled and used his other hand to pinch your hardened nipples. "Speak!"

He really did it now. His gruff voice, his larger body hugging onto you and the nonstop feeling of his dick tip kissing your cervix. You were quickly unraveling. "D-Demon King!~ Please fucking me harder!~ Make me c-cum!!~" He whined, riding out your orgasm. Your hips tried to match his pace but were shaking too much to keep up.

Piccolo on the other hand was a drooling, barking mess. He moaned out, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Oh..o-oh fuck! Fuck (y/n)!! That's it!~" He ruts himself as deep as he can go and cums, pumping you full of his hot seed. With each thrust, Piccolo's eyes looked down to see his seed spewing out from inside you. He grew hungry again as he watched a creamy ring around his cock form.

He placed his hand under your chin and pulled you back. He placed a deep kiss on your lips, sliding his thick purple tongue in; "You sure know how to treat a King…Let's see what else you're capable of.~"

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[zorosleftshoe]

Fat, Funny, Friend - (c.b)

Pairing: Colby Brock x plussize!fem!reader

Warnings: Body dismorphia, self hate

Summary: Colby has always dated skinny women, sometimes you just need a little reassurance

Disgusts. Rage. Guilt. All feelings I became overwhelmed with as I looked at how the dress hugged every curve, every roll, that the glittery black dress outlined as if putting it on display. Instinctively, I tugged at the tight fitting fabric in an attempt to loosen it from my skin but it didn’t budge. A heavy sigh rolled off my tongue as I shrunk in defeat. A light knock on the door ripped me from my thoughts and away from the sad girl staring back at me from the mirror.

“Are you ready, darling?” Colby asked peaking his head into the room to respect my privacy as much as he could. “I don’t want to rush you.” I shook my head frantically and swallowed down the negative words that threatened to spill from my lipstick stained lips.

“Let’s go before I change my mind again.” His eyebrows furrowed together in worry but he obliged by sticking out his elbow and waiting for me to clasp my hand around it. With one last unforgiving look, I glanced back towards the mirror and watched as our two silhouettes mocked me. “Maybe I should stay home.” The suggestion fell on deaf ears as Colby had already gone into business mode with his eyes fixated on the two men in front of us.

“Sam!” Colby used his free hand to give Sam a half hug before looking to the brunette next to him. “Nate! So good to see you guys. Thanks for meeting us here. It just makes sense to ride together, no?” The two men nodded in agreement before I caught Sam’s gaze.

“Are you sure you want to wear that?” He asked referring to the strapless dress that clung tightly to my chest making it nearly impossible to breath and my heart began to hammer in my chest at the question. My eyes darted around the room as I frantically thought of an answer to his question. ‘What’ fell from my lips before I could form a coherent thought. “It’s cold outside. Are you sure you want to wear that? At least wear a jacket. We don’t want you getting sick!” I inhale deeply at the realization and happily accept his hug as he takes two steps forward.

“What’s up, bitches?” My heart drops at her voice. As if on cue, Amber walks into the room dressed in a gorgeous floor length gown. The baby pink mixed with a sharp gold that leaves you breathless. “Hi, Sam.” Her eyes lock onto Colby and I can’t help but hold my breath. “Colby.” Amber was a goddess. Someone who could walk into a room and catch the eye of everyone in it. I knew if it came down to Colby choosing between us I would never be his first choice. Honestly, I feared I wasn’t even on the roster.

It was no secret that before Colby and I met he had exclusively dated thin women. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. Every body is beautiful and that is something I have always stood behind. Especially when the world isn’t always kind to women who look like me. The second we had gone public comments came flooding in by the handful. I had never seen so many whale comments in my life. High school hadn’t even been that bad and that was a horrid experience.

“You okay?” I nod but I can tell Colby isn’t satisfied with my answer. “We can table it for now but I want to talk about it later.” He presses a gentle kiss to my temple before stepping away to entertain Amber in a quick conversation. Sam noticed my uneasiness and tapped my shoulder.

“They’re just friends.” I nodded in response but failed to swallow down the bubbling fear of Colby leaving. “I’ve never seen him as happy with anyone as he is with you. I’m stoked he found you.” With a half smile and a firm hand on my shoulder, he saunters off to the next person before we’re all piling into the van that would be our Uber.

“Colbs.” The name is rushed as I graze over the number of seats as well as the number of people. Not enough room. Never enough room. Colby leans down so his ear is hovering next to my lips. “I,” I hesitate already feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I won’t fit.”

“Nonsense, baby. Of course you’ll fit.” He attempts to pull me forward with the hand he has resting on my left side but I don’t move. “Baby-“

“Colby, I really won’t fit. As embarrassing as that is to admit, it’s the truth. In a couple seconds we’ll be the last ones standing here and then everyone will know why I don’t want to get in the van. Amber will know.” His eyes widen in disbelief.

“What does Amber,” he pauses and lets out a heavy sigh. “You can sit on my lap. But we have to go.” Once again he attempts to step forward with me in tow but I stand my ground.

“I’ll crush you. You should just go without me.” He shook his head and finally turned his body to face me giving me his full attention.

“This is an important night for me. You know I want you there. You’re really gonna stay home because you’re scared of a seat?” I knew he didn’t mean it with ill intent but I could see his rising anger behind those baby blue irises. A bitter chuckle leaves his lips and he uses two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose before raising his hands in surrender. “Do what you want. I can’t be late.” I watch as he climbs into the already crowded van and shuts the door. A few seconds later it pulls off and leaves me standing in the driveway in my fancy attire. Tears threaten to spill as I trudge up the long staircase to Colby and I’s shared room.

The mirror facing the door is the first thing I see upon entering our bedroom. A sob escapes my lips at the sight I see. A girl with sad eyes and mascara stained cheeks stares back at me and I quickly claw at the zipper of the dress before tugging it off my body and kicking it somewhere in the room. I dress myself in a comfy sweater and warm sweatpants before throwing a blanket over the mirror and flopping down onto the bed. Hot tears roll down my puffy cheeks as thoughts of Colby and Amber run through my mind.

Hours passed before the door finally opens and Colby steps into the room. The top buttons of his shirt are undone and his jacket is nonexistent. He takes a look at the mirror before noticing my position on the bed and slowly sitting next to me. I don’t need to look to know he’s thinking of what to say. A gentle hand touches my back and begins rubbing it in a soothing motion.

“Can we talk, love?” I turn my head towards him and watch as his eyebrows furrow together at the sound of my sniffling. “I’m sorry about earlier. I know how that would have triggered you and I should have been more understanding.”

“It wasn’t very ‘live, laugh, love’ of you.” I whisper trying to relieve the tension between us only to be given a disapproving look. “It is what it is.”

“Baby,” he moves from the bed to kneel on the floor so he’s eye level with me and uses his free hand to move a few stray hairs out of my face. “That mirror doesn’t define who you are. The way you look doesn’t define who you are. You are so beautiful to me and I know it’s hard for you to believe given the girls I’ve dated in the past, but honey,” he pauses searching my eyes for any sign of understanding. “I am so in love with you. Every inch of your skin. No matter how much there or how little there is. You will never be too much for me.” More tears fall from my eyes as I process his words. “You don’t need to cover the mirrors with blankets because you don’t like what you see. That woman you see staring back at you?” He rises to his feet and holds his hand out for me to grab. Hesitantly, I take it and he leads me to the mirror before slowly removing the blanket and taking a place behind me. “You see her?” I hum in response not tearing my eyes away from the ones that stare back at me. “She deserves love too.”

“How can I love something like that?” Colby moves his hands from my shoulders slowly down my neck. I watch as he traces the crest of my breasts and moves down to the excess skin I try so hard to hide.

“The same way I do. I love every part of you.” He places a sweet kiss at the base of my neck before resting his chin on top of my shoulder. “I will love the parts you hate even more. I’m sorry that you don’t see yourself the way I do, but I promise I won’t stop trying.” I turn away from the mirror and face him. He grazes his hands along my arms pulling them with his to place them around his neck before moving his hands to my waist. “I love you. I will say it every second of every day if that’s what it takes for you to believe it.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Colby chuckles and presses his lips against mine.

“I think the more important question is, what did I do to deserve you?” I shake my head and lean in again to catch his lips is a sweet kiss. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He places a hand on my right cheek and gently traces the apple of my cheekbone with his thumb. “Now what do you say we go get a milkshake and you tell me about that new show you want to watch?” My heart flutters at the words and I smile.

“You really are perfect.” He laughs and kisses me once more before taking my hand and leading me to the door.

[zerolune]

If they Knew- Song Eunseok

(part 2 here)

Enemy!Eunseok × inexperienced!fem!reader

Eunseok and you are rivals, hate each other's guts, but when the project you were supposed to do ends up making you two fight- things turn...steamy.

Warnings - Degradation, Eunseok's honestly mean asf (a red flag even 💀), oral ! (fem and male receiving), Fingering, use of nickname "princess", cursing. MDNI

A/N : @wontonstaro here it is 🦭🦭

Please no, please no, there were only 3 people left now, please let your professor pair you with the person whose name was called seconds now, or even let Eunseok be with that guy- you wouldn't mind being paired with the dumbest boy in your class, anyone, as long as it wasn't Eunseok.

And God must love you so much, he must really do, because at last, you were paired with the "love" of your life: Eunseok.

You saw him look at you with a disgusted face and you didn't let it go so easily, eyeing him meanly as well. The class finally ended and you decided to go upto his desk to, well, discuss the project but just as you began approaching him, he started leaving his seat. You could've swore he saw you coming to him but he chose to walk away anyways.

"This bitch," you thought to yourself before having to chase after him into the hallways. "Hey, Eunseok," you called out, he looked back, ignoring your presence and not stopping. "Oh for fucks sake," you gave up then, thinking he'll come by eventually.

-

You were stressed by now, there was only 2 weeks left, and Eunseok still kept ignoring you, the dude even blocked you on his socials, so you couldn't contact him. You had so much to complete, you couldn't let all of it pile up, no way in hell- and no way in earth would the project get finished this quickly.

The bell finally rang, ending the class, you peeked over to his desk, one of his friends talking to him. You finally had enough, and decided to go over to him and even yell at him if necessary.

"Eunseok, listen here, today, we are discussing the damn project, and you're not running away, is that understood?" You spoke cockily, not wanting him to take you as a joke- even if he already did.

"Alright? Whose place?" He smirked leaning back in his desk, ever-calm. You scoffed, angered at his extremely chill behaviour.

-

"Okay, so why are you rushing this-god-there's still so much time left?" He said, taking a seat on the chair of your dining table. "So much time? We barely have 2 weeks? And I have other shit to be done as well okay?" You justified.

"Okay, okay, don't get so angry now, let's just do this alright?" Famous words, really famous. For just 15 minutes after this, you somehow managed to make him angry-you managed to make a literally stone mad. You have no idea but that wasn't a problem right now.

"You know, this! This is why I don't like you! You always try to show that you're better than everyone else!" He ran his hand through his hair. "And so what? You think I like you? You think anyone likes you? Do you honestly think that ignoring people and their opinions so rudely can get you friends?" You scoffed.

"Really? You're the one saying that? Have you looked at yourself? You're literally a lonely loser, haven't you realised? You're always alone, yet you act so freaking cocky, thinking you own the world or some shit," he got up, walking over to the couch. You paused, before retaliating, thinking of what he just said.

Why does he care if you're lonely? When do you ever act cocky? What world does he even live in?

"Okay, I'm so confused, what do you mean I act cocky? And why should you care if I don't have friends?" You raised a brow following him to your own couch.

"Oh my god, do I have to spell it out for your dumb ass?" He turned around in anger, grabbing your shoulders- yet not roughly. "The way you always have that smug look when only you know the answer to the question and raised your hand, or the way you purposely bring in another person's opinion in your own only to refute against it, you're honestly annoying."

You felt hurt, was it wrong to feel a little pride when you knew the answer? Was it bad to want to talk about others opinions- you only followed what your teacher asked, why was that wrong?

"Do you really think that?" You almost felt as if your heart could drop any moment, being liked by your teachers, relatives and peers was all you wanted- the only reason you ever acted confident was because you wanted to seem smart so people would like you- but you now realised that wasn't true at all.

"Yea I do fucking think that, what crying now are we? Ever think about what others feel when you make them seem dumb?" Eunseok's face came closer to yours, his attitude snapping you back into anger. But it also made you remember the one time, you said something along the lines of, "But sir, isn't that not exactly right? I mean of course from one interpretation it could be but..." You hadn't realised the way you completely ignored the way how passionate Eunseok had been while he presented his opinion, even if it was flawed. Maybe you were an ass- but that didn't give him the right to treat you like he did.

That certainly didn't give him the right to look so hot just as he was centimetres away from you. It did not give him the privilege of trapping you between his body and the couch's armrest, it did not give him the right to look at you with those eyes that screamed just one thing.

"Well if you honestly think that..." You took a pause, taking a second to analyse the satisfied look on his face as he thought he was going to get an apology. "....Then shut up." You saw the way his face contorted into a scoff, his mouth mumbling an "unbelievable".

But, he looked back at you, with a smirk, "Oh yeah, then make me." His hands came down to the curve of your waist, leaving your shoulders, and his eyes travelled to the red of your lips.

Brazenly, you decided to bring your hand to the skin of his cheek, grazing his face with your fingers. "You can't talk if you're dead, darling."

He smiled pulling you closer- as if that was even possible. You could feel a bulge pressing against you, your body covered in goosebumps. "Dead after you take my breath away from this?" Before you could ask what "this" was, or what he meant, his lips were on yours, your eyes wide open due to the momentary shock, still, you decided, to melt into the kiss, bringing your palms to his neck and letting him pick you up and sit on the couch.

Your legs straddled him, his hands working his way up your shirt- getting rid of the bra within seconds as he unbuttoned the red flannel. He didn't break the kiss- not even for a second, you however, pulled yourself off of him, tugging at his hoodie.

"See, even now," he pulled his sweatshirt over him tossing it to the side, "You broke the kiss, you wanna be the first in everything right?" He pulled you towards him, kissing you again, but roughly this time, biting your lower lip. He removed his lips from yours and bent towards your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses as he sucked on the skin of your neck-making you exhale a moan.

And you could swear you felt him smirk against you as moved down to your collarbones, definitely leaving some marks- oh god did he know what he was doing. Even if you didn't.

Experimentally, you decided to grind against him, his bulge specifically- to which he couldn't help but groan. "See, there you go, trying to prove you can do it better," he suddenly laid you down, hovering over you. "You're wrong though, just wait darling, you're gonna be screaming in no time." Just the first contact of his tongue against your perked nipple had you weak, the pleasure travelling right down to your heat-that was probably wet as fuck by now.

He took care to make sure his one hand was kneading the other breast that wasn't being devoured by his lips. By now, you were definitely moaning, a weak "E-Eunseok," leaving your mouth as he sucked on your areola.

"Ah so that's how you are huh? You act all tough, but really, you're just a baby who wants to be loved, is that right?" He cooed, faking a pout before kissing you again.

It's very safe to say, that your project was ignored for the rest of the night.

-

You were able to finish your work, by the grace of god. But your sessions weren't complete without his hand resting on your upper thighs as you shared your opinions, or his fingers bringing yours to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Eventually, after the whole project you made it a regular thing, whenever you or he felt stressed you'd makeout and do a little something more but never further than that, until one night...

"It really makes sense why you always wear those fucking oversized hoodies, always hiding these right? Why do you save all of this for me? Do you care about me that much? Aww," he cooed you, flicking your nipple as he kissed your collarbone. "Just shut up and put that mouth to a good use yea?" You let his hands hold onto your breast to let him suck onto it- indeed putting his mouth into use. But, just a second later, he pulled away.

"Wait, let's do something else tonight, I'm tired of just sucking on to these or you giving me a hand job." He laid you onto his bed, your head snuggling into the pillows that carried his scent-you could be entranced but you rose up, supporting yourself on your elbows.

Just as Eunseok, was reaching to the drawer on his bedside, you stopped him, saying, "Eunseok- just- just wait- I..." You paused, unaware how to really say this. "I haven't really done this..." a meek voice left your throat, insecurity pooling in you.

Something flipped in him, and he could swear his dick grew harder, this is was one of his kinks, after all. "I couldn't hear you speak louder." He said, even if he heard you loud and clear.

"I haven't done-" "Look at me when you talk to me," he brought his face towards yours, dominance flowing in him. "I haven't done this before." You finally said looking into his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked. "And I thought you knew everything, guess you aren't so smart now, huh?" Oh you would do everything to wipe that look of his face but the way swiftly got rid of your pants and your underwear at the same time had you unresponsive.

"Ah, gosh, look at that needy pussy, already so wet huh?" He spread your legs, looking at it. "Stop looking," you got shy and tried closing them but of course, he pushed them apart again. "Pretty things deserve to be looked at," that was the first and perhaps the only nice thing he ever said to you, he bent down plancing soft kisses against your inner thigh, inching towards your core.

This was the only time he was slow with it, making sure not to hurt you as he tenderly licked your clit and softly sucked on it, letting you moan his name. He then got his fingers near, saying, "Just hold onto my other hand okay, it might hurt you a little." He thrusted his slender finger so softly, as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Don't clench, it's okay, I know it hurts, but you don't have to be uncomfortable, it's alright,"

He then added a second finger, but when you moaned his name, his sweetness vanished. "Yeah, right, you're just a slut," his movements turned quicker, inching you closer and closer, he brought his mouth closer too, sucking to bring you even closer to your orgasm.

-

"You think I like Eunseok?" You laughed, playfully hitting Sungchan's shoulder. "I would like anyone but him, I can't believe you'd ever think that!"

"No, I mean the way you look at him," Sungchan wiggled his eyebrows. "You think that look of hate is the look of love? Oh Sungchan you're-you're seriously clueless." You laughed again. "Then what's the look of love, the way you look at me?" "Allow me a second to hide my blush," you smiled at him, before the two of you started snickering together.

Eunseok rolled his eyes as he watched you laughing and talking with him, but more so at the fact that you made it seem you wouldn't ever let him have you- as if you weren't the same girl who was begging him to fuck you as he edged you with just his fingers.

"Why are you crying like that? Sluts like you only get this much, why don't you ask Sungchan to fuck you huh?" He asked, as you sat on his lap, legs spread as you sat naked, your back pressed against his chest. "Ge kissed your tear stained cheeks from behind you, before biting on your neck.

"I guess I should leave some marks even higher so you can't hide them right? Let them know you let people ruin you? Right? Isn't that what you want?" He rubbed your clit faster, only to remove his fingers just as you were starting the heat to build up.

"That's it get on your knees," you followed his command getting on the floor. He removed his jeans and boxers, letting his dick hit his stomach because of how hard and long it was.

"Suck."

You weren't sure what you had to do, so you began by kissing the tip, slowly licking the rest of it, you were definitely overwhelmed by the size- you knew you would choke even before you could take half of it bit despite that, you opened your mouth, making sure to be careful of your teeth. Slowly moving your mouth up and down his length. You already felt tired but of course didn't want to show it.

"Oh for fucks sake, is that all you can do?" He sighed, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking into your mouth, not caring for the way your tears ran down face.

"You really talk so much all the time, always running that mouth of yours, but can't put it to any good use huh? I thought if you talked so much, you could at least do something, guess not." He said before grabbing his phone.

"Look at you, stuffed with a dick in your mouth, that you can't even properly suck, your face is completely ruined with those crocodile tears, I know you can take it so stop crying bitch," he took a pause, cruelly laughing at you.

"People would be so shocked if they see you like this, the girl who's always so fucking cocky, stuffed with cock." He laughed as he snapped a picture and took a hold of a bunch of your hair and bullied his dick into your mouth.

[neoyuno]

No Biting ♡ J.WW (M)

Wonwoo is tired after a long week of working on the preparations for Svt’s new tour and finds comfort on you—literally; or, wonu is obsessed with you and your boobies.

Pairing | Idol!Wonwoo♡Producer!Reader

Genre | Comedy, Romance, Smut (unprotected sex(mentions of birth control), breast play + him being needy abt it, dirty talk, switch!wonwoo, switch!reader, choking,saliva play?(i still don’t know how to label this, but sex too good they drooling…), riding, lots of kissing, praising, petname usage.)

Word Count |4.2K

Reading time | 21 mins

Warnings: repost cause tumblr's a bitch. usage of curse words,afab fem reader. reader is not an idol, but a world-famous producer/performer and wonwoo’s long time celebrity crush—and now girlfriend. this is an adaptation of another fic of mine, it was modified to fit wonu!

Wonwoo wandered around the building in search of a specific person—his lovely girlfriend. After a long day of dance practice and concert coordination, he wanted nothing more than lay in your arms and cuddle you. The building was engraved in his mind by perfection, having met you here a few years back, he always found himself wandering these same hallways and taking the same route to see you sitting at your console deep in thought while you worked on your music.

This time was no different, except he was officially yours now—much to his surprise.

After pining after you silently for months, he was surprised when you confessed your feelings for him.

“I know you like me, Wonwoo.” You said and a panicked expression washed all over his face. Who must’ve been the traitor who told you?!

“I’m tired of waiting for you to ask me out, so I decided to do it myself because I honestly cannot stop thinking about you day and night. It is driving me nuts. Especially cause every time I think you’ll confess, you just backtrack.” You rambled on and on—while he couldn’t yet comprehend if you were angry, disgusted, or all of the above.

“Wonwoo, I’m talking to you.” He looked up to see your head slightly angled and the cutest pout on your face.

“I- I am so sorry! I didn’t want you to know, cause I really value our friendship and now I ruined it-“

“What?” You cut him off, thrown off by his response. What the hell was he on about?

“What?” Wonwoo asked softly, honestly confused and very much nervous.

“Wonwoo, I like you too.” The soft gasp that left his lips made you giggle, but you held it in. “As a matter of fact, I am sure I am in love with you.”

“Uh-” As if his brain malfunctioned, all of the planned scenarios that would play in his mind about the day he confessed were blurry.

“Oh my God.” You gasped, hands sweaty. “Am I wrong? I misjudged, didn’t I?”

“Oh my God… you don’t like me, do you? This is so embarrassing.” You stood up after running your hands through your hair in clear despair. “I just told you I’m in love with you and you don’t even like me. I thought you- oh my God, how could I be so stupid. I am-“ as you rambled you hadn’t noticed that the man has stood up from the sofa as well.

A sudden rush of confidence shoot through his body as he saw you stressing out—the only thing he could do was shush you, with his lips.

Wonwoo felt you gasp, your body stiff before he felt your melt into his arms with a soft loving sigh, like in the movies. One of his hands laid softly on your cheek, confirming that this was indeed happening—his hear skipping a beat when you grabbed unto his biceps as if he was going to disappear if you didn’t.

As you separated to catch a breath, your face felt warm at the sight of his gaze on you. You had never seen anyone look at you like this before. Not past lover, not fans, not anyone—only him.

“I love you, too.”

He entered the studio to see you sitting down at the mixer, eyeglasses on and messy hair.

“Hi baby, are you still working?” He asked and kissed your head before grabbing a chair to sit next to you.

“Yes, sweetie. I am having a bit of trouble with this song. I can’t remove this weird rumble from this track, I might need to replace those mics already.” You said and pressed play again on the small clip. “I might need to re-record this.”

“Who’s track is it?” He asked and leaned to look at the monitor, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yours.” He whined playfully and hugged you tight.

“Should I get in there now?” he asked pouting and you reached back to pet his hair.

“You don’t have to record right now, baby. We can hook you up in the studio at home. It’s just this minute-long track, so don’t worry too much.”

“Okay~~” you felt his lips touch your neck and his hands moved dangerously close to your underboob. “Soo, can we go home? I want to cuddle…”

“Not yet, love. I still need to work on this song.” You shivered when his fingers softly massaged your breasts. “Wonwoo…”

“Hmm?” He kissed your neck repeatedly, the cold rim of his glasses bumping on your skin.

“Wonwoo, stop that. I am working.”

“But, baby… they are so soft,” he squeezed. “So pretty…”

“Wonwoo.” You warned again.

“Ugh, please…” he pouted again and turned your chair to face him. “You’re just like Jihoon. Take a break, you work too hard.”

“Dude, what’s up with you today?” You asked getting a little confused at his clinginess when you needed to work—but it secretly made you melt. To be honest, you did need a break but you were too stubborn.

“I missed you.” He cupped your face and kissed you a couple of times. “Also, don’t call me‘dude’. I’m your boyfriend.” you chuckled at the last bit.

“Nonu, you are staying at my house. We see each other every day.”

“Okay, that’s still not enough.” He pouted and kissed your lips again.

“Not enough? What else could we do?” You giggled and he hummed.

“Lemme move in with you…”

“Wonwoo, you live in Seoul… I live in LA…” you stared at him with an unamused expression.

“So? I’ll move here.” He shrugged.

“Yeah? What about your career?”

“I’ll quit being an idol and become your house-husband.” He smiled cheekily and kissed you again. “I’ll even take cooking classes for you.”

“Will you wait for me at home wearing sexy lingerie?” You joked but he blushed.

“I-uhm…” Wonwoo stuttered and a deep blush covered his face and neck.

“I’m just kidding,” you smirked and pecked his lips before turning back around to face your computer.

“Hmm” he sighed loudly and tried turning you around but you locked your feet on the chair base. “Hmm..” he kept on sighing and leaning his cheek on your shoulder.

“Wonwoo, I’m gonna kick you out and make you wait in the car.”

“Let’s just cuddle for 5 minutes.” He said. “You need a break! I’m your boyfriend, I have to take care of you.”

You sighed and turned around. His cute face always lets him get away with anything he wanted, it’s like he bewitches you into saying yes. To be honest, you are just too in love with him to deny him any love—and he needs lots of it. All the time—even if he doesn’t directly tells you so.

“Fine, just 5 minutes, Jeon.” He did a happy dance and dragged you to the sofa.

“You are so warm and cuddly. I love you, my little teddy bear.” He kissed you all over the face and hugged you tight while you groaned jokingly.

“How was today, baby?” You asked after he settled down.

“Tiring, we had some fittings and also dance practice.” He said.

“You work too hard, love.” You hummed and kissed his lips.

“Can I lay on your chest?” He whispered bashfully and you chuckled.

“Of course, beautiful.” He blushed at the petname and settled his face between your boobs, the side of his head laying on one of the plush mounds.

“So soft…” he sighed, his cheek smushed against your boob and his glasses slightly slanted.

“Are you okay, hun?” You asked while stroking his hair.

“Yeah, I’m just very tired and stressed. I’ve been having a very bad shoulder ache for the past few days too.”

“Awe, baby, why hadn’t you said anything? I’ll give you a new pillow tonight. Let me give you a massage.” You said and kissed his head, ready to flip him over.

“No, angel, it’s okay. But I know something that will help me with my stress.” He smirked cutely at you and you felt his hands lift your shirt up.

“Wonwoo.” You scolded but he whined. “Ugh, fine… just cause you’re too cute, but just that and nothing more. Woozi and I have a session tomorrow morning and I can’t have a filthy sofa in my studio.”

Wonwoo moved to hover over your body, kissing your lips before moving back to pull down your shirt.

“Hmm, so pretty.” He whispered and kissed you again. “You’re so beautiful.”

You looked up at him, his eyes staring down at you. You reached up to pull him by the neck, clashing your lips unto his. Your glasses clinked as they crashed with his.

His lips engulfed yours perfectly as you sighed lovingly, making him smile. He absolutely loved hearing your love sighs, they made his heart flutter. Ever since he first kissed you and you sighed, he was hooked—he already was, but he knew he was done for when he heard the pretty sound.

“Let me take this off…” his fingers worked to unclasp your bra from the front, your breasts springing free once the last clasp was undone.

You watched intently as he licked his lips, before dipping in. His mouth automatically latched to your nipple while his hands pressed your boobs together.

“Mmm…” he hummed against your skin.

He closed his eyes and his eyebrows knitted up while he sucked on your chest. You couldn’t help but stare at his hollowed cheeks swallowing your nipples.

“So squishy…” he groaned before poking his tongue to play with your glistening buds. He alternated between teasing one and the other.

His hands squeezed your boobs again before his thumb and index finger moved to pinch your nipples. Twisting and tugging, he got them to be hard and blushed.

You just laid there, staring down at him mesmerized by your tits. He was absolutely obsessed with your boobs. Whenever he was stressed he would just come to you and start sighing loudly until you caught on and he eventually ended up under your shirt choking on your boobs.

A hard tug on your nipple made you snap out of your thoughts when you felt a slight pain. Teeth. He had bitten you.

“Wonwoo.No biting.”

“I’m sorry, angel. I couldn’t help it.” He whispered and kissed the skin he had bit.

You stared as he poked out his tongue again, licking your areolas in circular motions, before licking your nipples. His strong hands kept kneading your breasts and you couldn’t help but bite your lip.

His mouth suddenly sucked both nipples at the same time when he pressed your tits together, making you gasp a little.

“Are you okay, baby? Did that hurt?” He asked worried, lifting his face up, the corners of his mouth glistened with his own saliva and you couldn’t help but giggle. “What’s so funny?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was just thinking about how shy you were when we first met and look at you right now.” You smirked playfully before pushing the bridge of his glasses.

“Look who’s talking. The girl that went from teasing me because I liked her to begging formy dick.” He replied and you scoffed in surprise, this was the first time he replied back at your teasings. His usual blush and whine, gone.

“As if! I don’t beg!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“It’s okay, don’t be shy. We all know you love it.” He argued and hovered your body, his face now leveled to yours. Wonwoo couldn’t help but stop and admire you. Messy hair against, your flushed skin, plus your cute specs resting on the bridge of your nose—it was just such a sight to see.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You whispered, the fact that you had your whole chest out was long forgotten.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

“I don’t look pretty right now.” You said.

“You look gorgeous. You always do.” Your heart skipped a beat when his lips pressed on yours tenderly. It was crazy how Wonwoo made you feel. No one had ever made you feel as loved as he did. Sure, you had many people calling you beautiful, praising you, and showing their love for you, but the sparkle in his eyes whenever he looked at you made you feel like the most special person on earth—and to him, you were.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded.

You both stood up and he gather your belongings while you turned off all studio equipment. Just as you were about to open the door he yanked you by the arm.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Your… let me put it back on.” He said bashfully as he blushed and reached to clasp your bra on and lift your shirt back up.

“Oh my God… I was about to leave with my tits out?!” You hide your face on his chest. “This is your fault.”

“Okay, I actually take blame for this. I had forgotten to pull your shirt back up.” He smiled cutely.

“Shh, be quiet.” You whispered as you entered your house, Wonwoo practically clinging to you as he tried to kiss your neck.

“They are all asleep, they can’t hear, so don’t worry…” he replied and locked the front door before removing his shoes and running after you to your room.

Wonwoo closed the door and locked it. He wiggled his eyebrows at you, as you changed into your satin nightdress. He reached to press the small device on the wall, turning on the soundproof system.

“Really, Wonwoo?” You deadpanned.

“Hey, you get loud sometimes.” He said and removed his shirt, tossing it in the basket by the closet’s entrance.

“And who said we are having sex?” You teased. “Plus, the loud one here is you.”

And it was true, whenever you pleasured him, it was like he couldn’t control any of his senses. Loud groans and deep moans would fill the room every single time.

“Hmm… then why did we come home?” He dropped his sweats and tossed them where his shirt was. You tried your best not to stare at him much—the sight of his toned body in only his black tight underwear was absolutely knee-dropping.

“Because you were right. I need a break.” You said and put your glasses back on, ready to read a bit.

“What are you reading, then?” He asked and grabbed his towel.

“My new mixing console’s manual…” you replied.

“Babe, you need to stop. Watch some t.v or something. You worked all day.” He passed you the remote control for the t.v after pressing the button for it to come down from his hiding place in the ceiling. He loved reading with you, but he hated when you would revolve your whole day around work.

“And don’t watch any music-related videos. You can do all that tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead and you groaned.

“Fine.” You huffed and looked for something to watch.

“I’ll be back, I’m just going to take a shower.” He said and saw your pouty face. “Give me a kiss.” He leaned in.

“No.” You huffed again.

“Fine.” He was about to leave for the bathroom when you grabbed his farm.

“Okay, come back! Just one kiss.” You smooched his lips and he smiled widely.

“I love you, my grumpy baby.” He chuckled and left to shower.

Wonwoo came back to see you laughing at a comedy movie you found on Netflix. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laugh. He was deeply and madly in love with you.

You felt the bed dip on his side, making you turn your head for a second.

“You smell good.” You said while staring are the screen.

“Hmm, thanks?” He chuckled and leaned closer to you.

Wonwoo stared at your bare shoulders and then down to your chest. The satin fabric was thin enough to let him see that your nipples were still hardened from before. You felt his lips press on your shoulder, slowly moving up your neck.

His hand moved to cup your boobs, massaging them.

“I shall continue where I left off…” he said before pulling the straps of your nightdress down, revealing your breasts.

His mouth quickly attached to your nipples as he laid his head on your lap. Wonwoo’s tongue worked around your nipples and occasionally sucked them in.

You clicked your tongue and shook your head when you looked down at him. He was like a baby, his mouth latched on your left breast and his hand kneaded the other while his eyes were closed.

“What would your fans say if they found out their sweet little Wonwoo is obsessed with sucking boobs?” You asked and ran your finger through his hair as he opened his eyes.

“I’m not obsessed with sucking boobs…” he said after pulling on your nipple and lapping it after. “I’m obsessed with suckingyour boobs. There’s a difference.”

“What happened to mysweet shyWonwoo?” You fake cried and he chuckled. “Who is this pervert, huh?”

“Me? A pervert?” He rested on his hand to be at your eye level and feigned offense. “What would your fans think if they knew their sweet ____ was obsessed with my dick?”

“Babe… I write songs about sex. Everybody knows I love dick,they just don’t know who’s.” You rolled your eyes and he laughed before pecking your lips.

“You look so cute with your glasses on…” he smiled and kissed you again.

“Yeah?” He hummed in response and kissed down your neck.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked as you stroked his hair.

“Yeah… but you look too good…” he bit your collarbone and kissed it after.

“Lay back.” You said and he immediately did as you said.

Wonwoo laid back on the plush new pillows you had brought out for him. As you straddled his lap, you reached down to completely remove your nightdress, his hands quickly holding your waist and sliding down to your ass.

“How did I get so lucky?” He whispered and you giggled while grinding down on him.

“You were too perfect not to fall in love with.” You leaned down to kiss his lips and he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss.

“I love you so much,” Wonwoo said and hissed when you pressed further down on his crotch.

“I love you more.”

You kissed down his torso until you got the waistband of his underwear, which you removed quickly and tossed to the side before removing your own. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dimmed the lights and turned on the starry ceiling lights, and then placed his and your glasses on the nightstand.

The lighting change made his eyes look like they contained the stars and the whole universe—and they really did (for you).

“Do you want to use a condom?” You asked as you leaned down to kiss his neck. “I’m on the pill.”

“I want to feel all of you…” he replied and you smirked.

The man beneath you shuddered when he felt your hand touch his sensitive erection. “Why are you always so horny?” You teased and he kissed your lips.

“How can I not, when I have the sexiest woman in the whole world as my girlfriend?” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? I’m the sexiest?” He hummed in agreement. “Mmm, that feels so good.” You moaned when his hand came down to grab his length and teased your entrance with the tip.

You slowly sank onto his cock, the size filling you up in a delicious stretch as you both moaned in unison.

“You feel so good, love.” He groaned, caressing your back as you waited to adjust to his cock.

Your knees supported you as you bounced on his lap slowly and your hands rested on his hard chest. Goosebumps arose on your skin as he caressed your body ever so softly.

“Ah! Mmm, Nonu…” he grunted at the sound of his name leaving your lips in that way.

He absolutely loved it when you called him that, given that not everyone calls him that, it makes it even more special.

“If you get tired, tell me, kitten.” He husked and you felt warm at the mention of that damned petname.

“Stop…” you breathed out sheepishly, which was cut short into a moan.

“Stop what,kitten?” He smirked and bit his lip for a second before groaning loudly as your center engulfed him tightly.

“Stop calling me that.” His hands grabbed your hips sternly and his hips pushed forward. “Fuck! Won- ah!” His hips remained thrusting up, your mouth hanging open at the feeling.

“Such a good kitten, aren’t you, baby?” He growled and wiped the small trail of drool falling past your lips. “You look so pretty like that… hmm…”

“Is it that good that it’s got you drool- hng-“ his voice was cut short when your hands were placed on his neck, softly pressing on his throat.

“What was that, sweetheart?” His eyes were closed and mouth open in a smirk.

He enjoyed every second of your hands cutting his oxygen, the rush made him ever hornier. Plus, he loved feeling your small hands on his neck, it was thick enough for you to need both hands to choke him.

“S’good…” he choked out as one of your hands left his throat to swipe out a little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.

“Look who’s drooling now… pussy too good?” You teased.

Wonwoo couldn’t do much but hum and moan when you leaned down to bite his lower lip. His hand moved to grasp at yours that was on his neck, giving you the signal to stop. You removed your hands and he inhaled sharply, in need of oxygen.

“Don’t- fuck!” He whimpered when he felt your walls clench around his shaft.

“Don’t what, baby?” Your hands took place by each side of his head, making your tits bounce close to his face. “Kitten ate your tongue?”

“Oh, God!” You wiped a bit of sweat on his forehead with your fingers and quickened the pace your hips were snapping to. “Kiss me, please.”

As you leaned down to do so, he took advantage of your hands not having any support, and flipped you over by the waist. His mouth was attached to yours still, flicking his tongue on your lips.

“Fuck, Wonwoo!” You screamed against his lips. Your boyfriend’s hips slammed into you rapidly.

“Do you want to get me to lose my voice again? Huh?” He grunted as you moaned louder—reminding you of the last time you choked him, he had lost his voice and got in trouble.

“As if you don’t like it…” you smirked but a sharp thrust made your smirk fade into a whine.

“You’re right. I don’t like it…I fucking love it.” Wonwoo kissed your jaw and down your neck until he reached his favorite spot—your shoulder blade, where he sunk his teeth to leave a mark. “Shit-“

“Stop biting!” Your fingernails dug into his back and his head fell to your chest, his hands gripping at your tits and mouth sucking your sensitive buds.

“I’m so close, baby…” you cried out after a few seconds.

“I’m close too, kitten. Fuck, you feel too good.” He shut his eyes again and bit the skin of your breasts, coming up to kiss you after.

“You’re so beautiful, angel.” He murmured against your cheek, yet in your ears, it sounded like he was far away.

“Mmm, Nonu-“ your toes curled up once you wrapped your legs around his torso to feel him deeper.

“Let go, sweetheart.” He rasped and you did as he said with a loud moan.

You felt yourself dissolve into the pleasure he was giving you. A ringing noise filled your ears mixed with the faint sound of Wonwoo’s deep moans, while you could feel his cock pulsating inside you as he came.

The weight of his body soon fell upon yours, but it just felt like the warmest hug ever.

“I love you,” he repeated countless times as he kissed all over your skin.

“Don’t move,” you whined. “Just hug me.”

“Of course, pretty.” He circled his arms around your waist and rolled you over to lay on his chest, where you stayed for a couple of minutes, listening to his heartbeat.

“Don’t your shoulders hurt, baby?” You asked, remembering the muscle pain he voiced out earlier.

“Mmm, yeah… but you make me feel better.” He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Do you want to take a shower again?” You asked and he only laughed. “I’ll give you a massage if you wash my hair.”

“You don’t need to bargain with me, you know I’d do anything for you for free.” He said and sat up, bringing you up with him. “So… about moving in with you…”

NEOYUNO 2022

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need the prequel of basketball Jaehyun x student council yn where she goes to the locker room to confront him about her friend

[6:31PM]

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: jaehyun is honestly is gas lighter, y/n honestly stutters a lot like those wattpad bitches, mentions of bullying, rough kissing, rough sex, unprotected sex, hickeys, yelling, shoving, and caught in the act.

you were livid— your friend was talking to the hottest guy in school. he’s the school’s basketball team captain and his looks made him an absolute heartthrob.

all four years of high school he was listed as the schools heartbreak and schools heartthrob.

he was a close friend of your back in the sixth grade until one day he changed and started hanging out with other people. they brainwashed him into forgetting you.

but, it didn’t stop there. there was multiple times where jaehyun had purposely done things to do. pour milk on you, hack into your laptop to switch up your presentations, trip you and many more things that you could list.

but, that wasn’t the reason you were livid. you were livid because he led your friend on for three months, flirting with her, calling her, and texting her cute and flirty messages until she asked him to prom. which he said no to— his exact words were; “oh, im actually not interested in you. sorry if you thought that i was.” and left.

such a dick move!

you drove back to school when finding out jaehyun was staying after school for basketball practice and you marched into the boys locker room. you thanked god that he was alone and it wasn’t packed.

“jeong jaehyun, i’ve got a bone to pick with you.” you slam his locker and he slowly turns his head towards you. “hm,” he rolls his shoulders back. “last time i checked— this was the guys lockeroom?” you huff with an eye roll, you didn’t give a shit about his little talks.

“you led my friend on and embarrassed her in front of the school yard— she deserves an apology.” jaehyun sucks a breath in and shakes his head. “hm,” his hands land on his hips. “which friend?” your glare sharpens. “amara.”

jaehyun tilts his head. “amara..” he extends and you shove his chest. “you know which friend i’m talking about— stop acting dumb!” jaehyuns hand flys up to his chest. “you hit hard for a girl— is this your way of flirting?”

the question catches you off guard which causes you to stammer. “i—i do not like you, jaehyun. anyone but you.” your stuttering has a smirk growing on his face. “oh, seems that you’re having troubles with speaking. did i fluster you?” your face cringes with disgust. “nobody says fluster, weirdo.”

“don’t switch the subject, y/n. admit it— you like me.” his eyes slip down to your lips and you tuck them. “i—i don’t, you’re insane for thinking that.” he tips your chin up and your eyes shake. “aw, you’re stuttering. do i make you that flustered?”

you shove him and shake your head. “i’m not, s—stop saying that!” you wipe your jaw in disgust. “and if i didn’t stop?” your jaw ticks as you clench it roughly. “how would you shut me up?” how do you answer to that.

“y/n-ie likes me. she’s stumbling over her words and getting fluster because—?” blood rushes into yours and jaehyuns taste buds after you had grabbed his face and smashed his lips against yours.

jaehyuns arms slip around your waist and his lips melt against yours. he tugs your body against his making you stand on your tip-toes. he kissed back and held the sexual kiss even though you tried pulling back with regret.

your hand slaps against his chest but when his tongue slips past your lips, your body relaxes and your hand slips down to his waist. your lips kissing him back while your hand played with the towel around his waist.

a smirk forms on jaehyuns lips even through the kiss and he pulls away, pulling at his towel and letting it fall to the concrete ground. “oh.” you gulp staring down at it. his dick was a good seven to eight inches, slightly thick and slightly bent to the left.

jaehyun grabs your arm and turns you so your back is against his and your body is pressed against his locker. “i don’t have a condom—?” you pause, your jeans nearly off. “just pull out before you cum.” you whisper, continuing to pull off your jeans.

jaehyun softly laughs and helps you, pulling it down and under your knee caps. his finger slides through your slit and a finger slips into your cunt making you slightly jump. “h—hurry!” you whine, pushing your ass more into his palm. “still stuttering, huh.” he says with a cocky huff.

he knocks your legs apart with his knee and you and jaehyun both let out groans when jaehyun fills you up. “oh, my god.” you gasp, your breath creating a faint fog on his dark blue locker. “j—jae,” your pussy clenches and jaehyun lets out a groan. “stop doing that, y/n. it’ll just make me cum faster.”

“oh, god.” you gasp, again. you reach down and touch your clit, rubbing it in circular motions while moaning under your breath.

“yo, jaehyun?!” your pulse stops and your fingers come to a halt but, jaehyuns thrusts didn’t. “yeah, coach?” he shouts back and your pulse returns but thicker this time.

“what are you d—?!” he covers your mouth and opens up his locker, slightly shoving you in. “‘sup coach?” jaehyun turns his head to the right making you hold your breath. “heading home soon? i gotta close up tonight so, i gotta close up soon.”

“yeah, just need a few more minutes to get changed.” jaehyun ruffles his hair, letting droplets of water hit ass your cheeks. “alright, just text me when you’re out so i know.” jaehyun nods and his coach leaves.

you exhale sharply and begin gasping. “s—shit.” you shudder a moan while your legs quivered. “so soon?” jaehyun says cockily. “s—shut up and cum already.”

jaehyun holds your hips and guides your lower body out more, making you into a slight 90 degree angle. jaehyun lets out multiple groans and grunts as he pounds his hips against yours.

before jaehyun pulled out, another orgasm hit you. jaehyun took his cock and jerked it roughly, groaning as he came on your tight ass cheek. “fuck.” he hisses and uses his cock to slap your pussy before using his towel to wipe the cum.

you pull up your jean and lean against the locker next to his, chest heaving slightly. “hey,” jaehyun calls for you as he dresses himself up in sweats and a sleeveless shirt. “come over tomorrow— let’s talk this through. i live in the same house.” you say nothing but nod.

“i should go.” jaehyun nods and grabs his bag out from locker. “d’you drive here?” you nod while walking out the locker room with him after looking both ways. “let me walk you to your car.” you nod, again but with a gulp.

as soon as you two reach your car, he sends you off with a kiss and an ass pat.

sorry to your friend, xo! ;)

[elladorathegreat]

What I thought of TUA season 4

(Just my opinion pls no hate n if ppl wanna talk Abt it I would love to)

SPOILERS AHEAD

1. Victor FINALLY having it out on reggie

That was fucking amazing all those years of pent up exhaustion and aggression towards Reginald has finally come out and it was just beautiful to watch tbh

2. Ben and Jennifer

THIS HAD ME IM NGL I LOVED IT SO MUCH I love how through all the timelines there’s ALWAYS them, I was picking up on it throughout the season and it was just amazing, I loved that, I am a hopeless romantic so I was all there for it even tho it did destroy everything

3. Paralells

there were so many parallel’s throughout it from the previous seasons and just even the parallel of Jennifer knocking on the wall to Ben bro It just had me, I also love how the violin was still a theme throughout it through Abigail and the music during certain scenes, also having I think were alone now as the ending song was absolutely amazing although it was a different version/cover I loved that they used it in the first and last episode

4. PLOT TWISTS

BENS DEATH WAS CRAZY, had me and my best friend GASPING I’ve spent years theorising over how he died and I NEVER ONCE thought of Reginald being the case

ALSO ABIGAIL (reggies wife) ended up being on the opposite side which was insane. The way she also let lose on Reginald in the skin of gene was hilarious

5. Lila and Five

Just gonna say this first, I DIDNT LIKE IT. Even though as disgusting as it looks (due to fives body being younger) Lila and five makes sense as Lila said it was survival and they thought that they weren’t ever going to find a way back however five hiding the journal and way home from Lila just to have a relationship with her when she’s HIS BROTHERS WIFE is CRAZY I hate how they made him the bad guy in the end when it came to Lila and Diego and I did hate how they ruined Diego and Lila’s relationship for that :(

The fact they both genuinely fell in love tho is just crazy and tbh I never knew how to feel whenever it was on the screen however klaus, Allison and Luther were HILARIOUS at the confrontation scene.

6. TUA growing up!

Content of the kids FINALLY

IVE WAITING SO LONG FOR THERE TO BE MORE SCENES OF TUA AS KIDS ANS WE FINALLY GOT IT! I loved seeing them interact with each other and also showing that viktor wasn’t CONPLETELY alone growing up as he and Ben had a friendship, it also shows how klaus and Alison’s friendship has been deep rooted since they were young

7. Allison EATING

Allison was HORRIFIC in season 3 as we all know due to her crisis(?) but this season she was such a boss bitch and I actually lived for it icl the way she put reggie in his place and also helped klaus so much it was beautiful

8. The last episode!

The last episode was very Rick and Morty esq. but I loved it, it was so sad but so good and although it felt a bit rushed and I WISH they had more seasons coming they ended it off so well and with the 8 marigold flowers growing at the END END it was just beautiful and also kinda made me think like what if there is more? (Even tho there’s not :() also having all of the characters at the end such as the triplets from season 2, the commission workers, hazel and Agnes, the handler, grace, it was just all amazing and left me speechless

I actually can’t believe it over tho, they did so well with all of it and I love it so much.

Ofc this is all my opinion and I can’t wait to hear what other ppl think cuz honestly there’s so much to debrief and talk Abt it was also rly funny but honestly I loved it.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

btw im-just-a-mushroom, who just threatened me?

DO NOT LOOK BEYOND THE CUT, FUCKING FOULLLLLL SHIT

DISGUSTING SHIT, hes IS A FAR LEFT FUCKER.

raging antisemtite and literally in the hamas cult.

DON'T IT'S AWFUL

@spot-the-antisemitism le'sigh one for the blocklist. and also the anyone? the authorities? pretty bad

I've been through worse, oh boy so much worse.

my dreams are filled with blood for a reason, that reason is people like you spreading your death cult shit to CHILDREN. CHILDREN!!!

if you wish to call me horrible things? someone already beat you to it.

your talking with the guy who genuinely wants nothing to do with you, or people like you.

life is too long to be afraid of pussy little bitches who believe death is their master, and life is their enemy. I am made of broken dreams and spite.

fuck you, I hope for a better day.

take your little death cult ass and fucking shut up forever.

I am honestly not surprised, not even mad.

just, your a shit head who believes in death.

death and the gory glory of it.

and fuck you and your cult, I didn't escape that shit just to be drawn back into it.

you fucking know what I mean, oh the rush, the feelings of joy sadistic and real, you are a lover of death.

it's all you will ever be.

you are not judge jury and excutionor so fuck off and leave Israeli's alone

[sspd1rtythoughts]

Dirty little prey

CW: stalking, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome (?), mention of masturbation, degrading (slut, whore, bitch), titplay, praising, daddy kink, cockwarming at the very end,

I suck at tagging

It has been some time since your crazy stalker kidnapped to you to his home god knows where. You stopped counting the days a long time ago but you're sure it's been over a year. And in all honesty, it's not THAT bad. Sure he's an insane psychopath who's obsessed with you to the point he'd rather kill anyone who looks at you wrongly than lose you but he's been decent enough with you. He gave you your own room, your own lockable bathroom, clothes, food... The only thing he didn't give you was freedom. You were stuck in this house, only allowed into the garden with impossible to climb fences, but at least you were able to get fresh air.

You don't know he sneaks into your room at night and watches you sleep, sometimes even cuddles you. You don't know he takes your used panties out of the laundry and jacks off while smelling them, cumming all over them. You don't know he secretly watches you shower through a secret peephole in the bathroom or the secret camera he hid in the vent on the ceiling.

And honestly, at this point you like his affection, his hugs, his tight embraces with his tight grip, his kisses all over your face, neck and anywhere he can get his lips on. His hands feel especially nice, they're strong and big compared to yours, his fingers long. And he knows exactly how to use them too.

You wouldn't call what you feel love just yet but it's definitely not disgust or hatred.

He loves to make you sit on his lap while he watches TV or plays games, sometimes handing you a second controller to play too or letting you take turns on single player games. His face resting on your shoulder while you both face forward, his chest pressed to your back with his arms around you... He can easily trap you and hold you in place considering he's like 2m tall.

But his favorite thing to do with you while you're on his lap is making you cockwarm him. Feeling you squirm against him until you pant and beg to ride him and be stuffed full like a pathetic whore.

It turns him on to no end, feeling you clench around him, begging him to move for stimulation, feeling your cunt get wetter and wetter the longer he deprives you of the sensation you desperately crave. It gives him such a rush of ecstasy knowing he can just hold you down by your hips with his hands, forcing you to sit still and hearing you whine and whimper for him. And it always ends the same way, you bouncing on his cock until you're babbling nonsense and have completely been fucked stupid while he forces climax after climax out of you. Seeing you squirt and seeing his cum drip out of your tight little pussy when he's done with you is one of his most loved sights.

But tonight...shall be a little different.

Lately, he has been gifting you low cut dresses for you to wear, dresses that barely cover your tits at all. You're convinced he sometimes just gets the wrong size on purpose to see them almost fall out. Some of the dress just barely cover your nipples, some are straight up see through.

You noticed he's been staring at your breasts a lot lately, be it your cleavage showing, you wearing one of the revealing dresses or when you're getting absolutely drilled by him anywhere in the house. He seems to be quite attracted to them.

The truth is he wants nothing more but to suckle on them. He knows you can't produce milk, tho he'd love to actually knock you up one day.

But they're so soft...and so big... he wishes nothing more than to squeeze them and feel them in his mouth. Make you shiver while he plays with them between his teeth and tongue.

He plans to make that fantasy a reality tonight. You've been teasing him all day since morning, wearing one of the see through dresses, bending over with your breasts on full display right in front of his face and pressing them against him from behind or during embraces. He can't take it anymore. He calls you to his room where he's sitting in his gaming chair, immediately pulling you into his lap the moment you enter. You're facing him, looking at him all innocently like you didn't know what you were doing. Before you can even blink the dress is gone from your body, laying ripped on the floor. He notices you haven't even been wearing panties under it, completely bare on his lap. Smirking he immediately brings his fingers to your cunt, rubbing your clit and pushing two of them in your already soaking heat as you gasp.

"Already soaked? Fucking slut, you knew what you were getting into huh?"

His degrading makes you shudder as you grind back into his fingers, needing more friction. He starts licking and nibbling on your neck, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys everywhere he can.

"you've been a very bad girl... I'm sure you're aware of that, right?"

He asks you in a husky voice as he lands a hard slap on your bare ass, making you squeak.

"Fucking whore, teasing me all day... I'm sure if you had the chance you'd flaunt your body to all those men in the street... But you're MINE. I don't share."

Another slap on your ass, making you mewl and clench around his fingers as he keeps playing with your clit.

"You're my plaything. My toy. My whore that I get to fuck whenever I want. MINE."

You pant, you can't help but get even wetter at his possessiveness and degrading.

"Look at you, coming undone from just my fingers alone. Pathetic bitch"

He thrusts his fingers up into you, making you see stars for a moment as you drool onto your own tits. You really are a broken slave to pleasure at this point.

"Fuck yourself on them. I want to see you cum from just my fingers alone like the pathetic fuckthing you are"

And so you start moving, riding his fingers as he swiped his thumb on your little sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan and pant as he watches you bounce on them, his eyes drifting from your face to your breasts. He can't help but watch them jiggle as you move up and down as he leans in and finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

This alone causes a cry of ecstasy from your throat as you release on his fingers, eyes rolling back.

But he's not done. Far from it.

He quickly withdraws his fingers from your heat, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness as he holds them up to your face. You immediately take them into your mouth, cleaning them off your own release.

"Good girl..." He mumbles against the softness of your chest as he suddenly starts sucking on the bud in his mouth, pulling it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue, causing a high pitched whine from you.

He moans at the feeling, it's even better than he imagined. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you grind it onto his own crotch, feeling his hard cock through his pants.

"Still so needy... So sensitive..."

He brings one hand up to your other breast and squeezes the soft plump flesh as he traces the nipple with one of his fingers before tugging on it. Your chest is the perfect size for his hand...

He keeps playing with your boobs, switching at one point so both get the same treatment, making you pant heavily until you can't take it anymore.

"Please..." You whimper "please... I need your cock inside me... I need you to cum inside me..."

He chuckles, latching off, pulling the bud with his teeth a little and making you shiver.

"You're so easy... So easy to rile up... So easy to break your mind with pleasure"

He pulls his pants down, freeing his hard dick, teasing your clit and entrance with the tip before grabbing your hips and slamming you down on it, making you take the whole length in one go.

Letting out a broken moan you throw your head back, trembling in his grip.

He grins, holding you in place and keeping you from moving, pressing you against himself fully before he pulls out almost completely and thrusts back into you.

Lifting you, he lays you on his desk and starts pounding into you at a rough and fast pace, feeling your heat envelope him completely.

"Always so tight... So perfect for me... My good little slut..."

He places your thighs on his shoulders, reaching even deeper into you as you grab onto anything you can find for support as you clench around him.

"I can feel you're close already... Cum. Cum for me. Cum for daddy..."

Almost on command a second climax hits you full force as your back arches off the desk, juices releasing around him as you tighten around his cock like you don't want to let him go. It doesn't take long until he spurts ropes of cum into you, trembling and moaning above you, catching his breath.

"Good girl..."

You inhale, thinking it's over as he pulls you up and back into his lap in the chair, but doesn't pull out.

"Don't think we're done. You're going to cockwarm me while I watch you play with yourself." His voice is full of authority as your eyes widen, you did not plan for this.

You flush red but reach down, rubbing your own clit as you feel his cock twitch inside of you and start rolling your own nipple between your fingers as he watches.

This is going to be a long night...

[ravenwitch45]

How would Blitzo and Loona react if his human s/o was a werewolf which was kept a secret? I don't know if werewolves would make sense into the HB lore or not.

https://www.britannica.com/art/werewolf

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/darkness-moon-chronicles-amelianite/a/werewolf-reproduction-condition#:~:text=For%20the%20females%20and%20male,(in%20Earth%20time%20scale).

Hmm well I feel any mythical creature can exist with what we know of HB but either I'm good. I love werewolves, have for a long time so I get the general idea. And also the.... Ahem Werewolf Reproduction article was an odd thing to read. Do you want this to be NSFW? If so please ask that XP But no biggie, let's get this started.

(BTW this is going off my own interpretation of Werewolves, so just be aware this might stray from the usual)

Blitzo and Loona finding out his human S/O is a secret werewolf

You may have done your best to hide it, cleaning up any fur you shed in the apartment, masking the fur care advice you gave to Loona as it being from a friend, and rushing out somewhere out of the way when the full moon came so neither saw you transform.

This is helped Blitz is usually busy on full moons with Stolas, so you don't really need to worry about him, and Loona minds her buisness usually, not questioning you speeding out every month

But if we know one thing, is that Blitz is one nosy little bitch.

With someone he's comfortable with showing affection for, he sees no boundries, even when you tell him some.

So when he hears Loona mention how you leave for a good while every full moon, he's suspicous, admittedly afraid you might be cheating on him while he's with Stolas.

So he schedules with the bird to do things a day early so he can be home during the full moon. Asks you about it, getting a very dodgey answer about seeing friends but that doesn't satisfy him.

When you eventually rush out, he grabs Loona (Who is very annoyed btw) and they tail you, expecting you to head to some other apartment or hotel but instead you end up in a near abandoned part of the city, only really inhabited by gangs and the like and Blitz get's less angry and more concerned for you.

Eventually you stop in an alley, with the two peeking from the end, seeing you shrug off your coat before you start breathing heavily and starting you yell almost unnaturually.

Blitz rushes towards you, yelling your name, making you turn to him in surprise, trying to shout for him to leave before you slam your hand on the ground as your nails turn to claws and fur covers your body, growing in size.

Loona just goes "Holy shit..." at the sight, you falling to your knees as you fully transform, growing a muzzle, wolf ears and a long bushy tail not unlike Loona's own. Just staying there breating heavily before going "Why did you follow me...?"weakly.

They both just say that they were concerned you were in trouble, neglecting to mention Blitz's original thought. The Imp asking you why you were hiding this from them. Just getting you thought he'd be disgusted, having met you as a human.

He denies the notion, honestly loving the new look which get's you blushing in surprise, Loona also saying you look pretty cool. And you fit into Hell more with this form then as a human anyway.

You admit that when you still lived on earth, people considered you a monster and hated you for your lycanthropy despite you able to control yourself. Transforming voluntary aside from Full Moons.

They call how you were treated the BS it is before Blitz hugs you, a bit flustered by how much bigger you are now but still, Loona putting a hand on your shoulder softly. As you cry a little, happy they both still love you.

After that your a bit more open with it, transforming at home, and eventually at the office after Blitz clears it with Millie and Moxxie. Your able to live and control your actions in both forms so it's just a matter of what your feeling at the moment.

Blitz asks about it, curious how it works and if it's tough for you. Honestly thinking of asking Stolas if he'd help cure you, but you admit that hating your werewolf side was more a taught behavior, and you've grown to like it since him and Loona have started welcoming it as part of you, which you appreciate greatly.

He'll also make jokes about it but not insenstive ones, mainly dirty ones "Hey wanna do it like dogs tonight Y/N~?" But he'll back off if they seriously annoy you or something.

Blitz loves to nuzzle into your fur, complimenting how soft it is, sometimes falling asleep on you like a pillow which you find adorable. You sometimes transforming when he's tired so he'll rest on you, you can wash the drool off in the morning.

As for Loona, she pratically will treat you like just another Hellhound, cause that's kinda what you are transformed and all. You two will vent to eachother how hard fur care is and how it get's everywhere, laughing together.

When she introduces you to Vortex in your wolf form, he goes "Yo is this your parent Loona?" Which gets her very flustered, not used to considering you that yet.

Overall they both love it, it's a part of you and just as lovable as the rest they feel, and they accept it with open arms.

Okay I enjoyed that! Again did my own spin on werewolves, less suffering, more just fun hijinks with two forms removed from people who look down on it. I like wholesome, so I do wholesome. Hope you enjoyed!

[kayleen756894]

Been struggling to write recently but did this rushed little Jeckole today just for fun, enjoy!

“Ow!” Nicole yelped, recoiling from Jecka’s mouth with a snarl. “Motherfucker!”

“What’s your problem now?” Jecka huffed, the loss of her hand warming Nicole’s waist a debatably worse pain, healed by Jecka harshly thumbing the bubblegum lipgloss Nicole spent the last few minutes reapplying with her tongue.

“I always have problems,” Nicole said, her wince at the tang of copper morphing into a glare at the spec of red staining Jecka’s visage, “but the biggest right now are your teeth boners.”

Disgust coloured Jecka best, tan skin and pink lips and golden eyes twisting into an award-winning abstract painting, burnished by the bristling of her fuzzy lion ears. Nicole reached to pet them, more to be an asshole than affectionate, and Jecka’s art became dangerously interactive, shoving Nicole’s shoulders with the force of the beast empowering her blood. An admirable attempt, but ultimately meaningless when Nicole was snug in her lap with no intention of straying, flexible legs locked around Jecka’s hips.

“Never fucking call them that again,” Jecka growled, settling for whacking Nicole’s arm with her tail.

Such things only encouraged her. “Well what else am I supposed to call them? Incisors uncircum—”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll do a lot more than bite you accidentally.”

Her tone was threatening enough that maybe Jecka even convinced herself for a second, but Nicole knew all of Jecka’s threats were half-assed. Her roars were loud but her results were quiet, and like clockwork the anger and adrenaline left her body with a heavy sigh.

“Not my fault my fangs are bigger than yours,” Jecka said, not really bragging so much stating the obvious.

And although Nicole wasn’t offended, she couldn’t resist pouncing on such easy prey. “Victim blaming and mocking my size?” Her tone showcased her wide smirk, playfully spiralling Jecka’s mane around her cat tail until the tip resembled a bumblebee. “As if people think I’m the abusive one.”

“Bitch, you’re abusive even to yourself.” Jecka frowned and pushed Nicole’s tail away but didn’t even bother when Nicole decided to be relentlessly annoying. Honestly, it was impressive how quickly Jecka got used to it. “With your weekly DIY snake bites I’m surprised you didn’t moan or some shit when I cut you.”

“It’s different when it’s self-inflicted.”

“How is—so you moan when you do it to yourself?”

“I’m sure you’d love to hear that.”

“You know what I’d really love to hear? You shutting the fuck up.”

Nicole poked Jecka’s cheek with her tail. “Make me, bitch.”

Those words marked an accurate premonition, the last syllable swallowed by the severity of Jecka’s mouth colliding with hers and the echo of their clacking fangs. The sweet smoke of Jecka’s earlier cigarette clung to the prickly tongue that scraped along Nicole’s injury, lapping the residual blood before diving deeper, and despite pushing back the hand tight at Nicole’s neck ensured Jecka would set the pace. 

That was fine. Jecka always put unnecessary effort into everything, whether with school or her appearance or fake morals, but Nicole was too lazy to put effort into anything so she was more than willing to appreciate Jecka’s effort here.

When Jecka seemed content that Nicole wouldn’t budge the hand at her neck raised to her head, brushing against one of Nicole’s large cat ears. It flicked involuntarily, instinct rather than irritation, remaining still with Jecka’s second attempt, nails gentle in her fur. Jecka’s other hand wasn’t so gentle, snaking under Nicole’s shirt and borderline breaking skin as she scratched down the ridges of Nicole’s spine, lower and lower until meeting the base of Nicole’s tail. Nicole’s breath released as a choked gasp, heart stuttering as Jecka rubbed familiar and addicting circles, each one arching her further into Jecka’s embrace. Her own claws found purchase wherever they could, tugging at Jecka’s boundless tresses and swallowing the ensuing hiss like she possessed even a fraction of the influence she did during their arguments.

That fraction formed as a low, continuous rumble mingling with their kiss. The gentle vibrations nestled like a blanket in Nicole’s ears, claws retracting as her muscles relaxed, body feeling even lighter than the highs she chased. It was comforting, undeniably so, but also hilarious the more she thought about it, too much for her not to pull away and tease Jecka for purring.

Until she realized it wasn’t Jecka.

[tamelee]

Hi 💕

I recently read a post where they said that Kishi intentionally constantly extols Sasuke's appearance, breaking patterns and so on. That's not the point. The same post says that Naruto is disgusting and not handsome at all, that was the reason why I deleted this post out of sight, well, that is, have you seen Naruto? He's the most beautiful man on earth, that's just my opinion, but that's the point that beauty is a relative thing, right? I do not dispute that Sasuke is handsome, but for me personally Naruto is more attractive both externally and internally, and this author declares with such firm confidence that Sasuke is the most beautiful of all, and Naruto is disgusting, it just knocked me out of the rut.

It would be interesting to know your opinion, do you think Naruto is handsome in appearance? Thank you in advance for the answer.

I hope you are doing well 💕

Hi Nonee 💕

Naruto being “disgusting” or measuring his visual appearance and then deciding if he is attractive or not are entirely different things. The latter, sure, is subjective. It is true that in the Manga, Sasuke is seen as beautiful and handsome, those words are used by other characters, his fangirls, I think Temari takes note of it- even Orochimaru, hence it being one of the reasons the creep wants his body.

Everyone seems to agree except Naruto who is annoyed by it and therefore in denial :’).. why? Well also because Kishimoto made it a point to make Naruto voice it out to Sakura of all characters after constantly comparing him to the “sort of but not really” Sasuke look-a-like Sai. Pfft. Naruto and certainly until 12/13y, unlike Sasuke, is supposed to be messy. His room isn’t necessarily clean let’s just say, his food not of great quality or spoiled and his manners- or what some deem to be “normal” anyway, aren’t always usual. He can be loud and ‘in your face’, and uses a sorta “notice me”-type of speaking that can drive people away. And let’s be honest, I did not see him wash his hands after that diarrhea-fest in Chaper 3… hehe. But that’s normal in these circumstances right? He grew up without proper guidance or caretakers, left alone to take care of himself and quite honestly??! He did amazing imo. When Sakura grumbles about Kakashi being late and she had to rush and so didn’t have time to blowdry her hair that morning, Naruto agrees with the criticism against Kakashi and says he also had to rush, therefore didn’t have time to brush his teeth or wash his face (I think it was that). Sakura scolds him about being gross and Naruto sorta ruffles his unruly mop of hair because he knows. It’s not like he lacks the knowledge at that age or doesn’t care which tbh, says a lot about Naruto then. We see him wear pj’s at night and eat at a table. He puts away his headgear on a cabinet for easy access and it’s not on the floor somewhere. The guy has priorities, always had. When Naruto said he had to pee, even before he does anything, Sakura bitches again telling him to not do it in front of her, a lady, but thinks to herself it would be okay if it was Sasuke because her “inner Sakura”-face said very well what she meant there -_-“ implying that Naruto is the one who is disgusting and not her for desiring to see Sasuke’s… tools. I’m currently re-reading the Manga for my own research and I can’t really think of a moment that truly says “Naruto is disgusting”, he is messy, yes, but I think that is genuinely a part of him that can be appealing and makes logical sense considering his childhood. Just as it makes more than sense that there are spiderwebs and all forming in Sasuke’s home after the death of his family. Entirely different reasons, but it makes sense, yes?

But then also, what do you think training does to these kids? Or anyone for that matter. Running around in nature all day, picking up and throwing Ninja tools which whomever touched before you, left and right, coming into contact with enemies perhaps in close physical contact, blood, sweat- not one of them stays clean. Neither does Sasuke whom also willingly joins a throwing up contest with Naruto during the LoW-arc. At the end of the day, they’re all ‘disgusting’ if you really think about it. And I say that lovingly.

Now Naruto is genuinely the cutest as a kid. Don’t trust anyone who says otherwise. Especially when he makes the -.- face, he’s so confused sometimes omg 🥹 and later as a teenager, I do think Naruto is handsome. Absolutely. Kishimoto was so extra during those waterfall training sessions too lol. Doing the most. The eyeliner, sage-mode visuals… my gosh!! Kyuubi Chakra ears with ripped chain mail clothes and blood and dirt smeared all over him mwhahahaha, remember that panel of him holding his arm? Naruto is fine as hell too. Isn’t that how Karin stans over Sasuke as he loses clothes during battle all the time as well? Even voicing it out as if it wasn’t clear enough…

Hope you’re doing well ^^ have a nice day 🌷💕

[namorslutfanfiction]

I told my friends that this whole situation was giving scorned woman or she’s being used to bring him down since many hate him in Mexico & look what happened!! I’m a SA survivor myself what she did was absolutely disgusting!! I think they were sex buddies but Tenoch said dating to be nice & she wanted more! I also think she’s an opportunist who thought he’d bring her out in public to make her status go up & when it didn’t happen she’s been pissed ever since! He said he had to get legal help a few months ago so that tells me he knew she would try something! Plus she’s a fraud & scam artist cause her music isn’t going anywhere! I think Tenoch told her from day 1 what it was, tried to give her some grace, maybe even pay for her to go away but she couldn’t let go! Any time someone regardless of gender goes to social media instead of the police or a lawyer I look at them funny cause what could social media do but give an opinion?! And then she blocked reporters who wanted to hear from her & told her followers there’s no need to rush when asked for evidence! This bitch is crazy & I hope Tenoch sues her for everything! Funny how she’s been quiet so maybe he sent her a cease & desist letter! #teamtenoch! ✊🏾

Honestly, I wouldn't go so far as to accuse her of a bunch of stuff, although she has done some questionable things. Like her accusation, there is no proof that any of us have to say she is seeking money, fame, or vengeance.

Some of her actions have been suspicious like the timing of her accusation, the platform she used, and her reluctance to go into any detail.

But there is still however no solid proof from either side.

I was directing my ire more at people willing to believe anything they read on the internet rather than having any critical thought or logical thinking.

Tenoch mentioned that she was already defaming him in their social circles which is probably why he was already in contact with lawyers. He's been under media attack constantly and fears for the safety of his family. Whether or not he suspected that she would go to social media has not been concluded.

As both an SA survivor and a witness to false assault claims, I firmly believe that judgement can only be made once all facts are laid out. Whether she did this out of spite or it really was lascivious will be revealed.

Until then please don't allow anger or anxiety to ruin your day. Right now this is a badly executed fight that we are watching on the sidelines.

[sanjoongie]

Day Twenty-Sex~ Choking/Deep throating: C. S

♡Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f), (Seonghwa is your ex) ♡Genre: non-idol au, established relationship au  ♡Word Count: 1,412 ♡Warnings: deep throating, choking, praise kink, rough sex, mentions of oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, cum swallowing, aftercare ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ SeongJoong | Next Day~  Yunho ♡Dedication~ @mejuii​​ @downtoamagicalland​​ the unholy trinity beta team

"She…what?" San frowns intensely at Seonghwa, whose cheeks are getting pink. 

"She always swallowed my cum," Seonghwa mumbles under his breath.

San tilts his head in further confusion. "Like, she had no choice because your dick is so big or…?"

Seonghwa squirms in his seat. He's almost five hundred percent positive if you knew he was telling San about your past sex with him that you'd smack the both of them. "No I-- she said I tasted good to her."

San shakes his head, like he cannot understand what Seonghwa is saying. "She doesn't…do it like she's disgusted but my cum always seems to leave her mouth."

Seonghwa brightens up at an escape route from this conversation. "She likes cum play! That's probably it."

San doesn't look convinced in the slightest. "I'm going to talk to her about it."

Seonghwa’s eyes widen in apprehension. "Please don't tell her we talked about this. She's going to kill me."

San giggles, well aware of how quickly you are to anger at the mention of your old fling who just so happened to be San’s old college buddy. "I won't. Your secret is safe with me."

~~~

"Babe!" San calls out as he toes his shoes off quickly when he gets home.

"In the bathroom!" You call out.

San rushes to your shared bedroom, peeking into the bathroom. You're getting ready for your night out. You're in a simple silk robe that barely covers your legs, your hair is in a messy bun, out of your face so you can apply your makeup. So far your lips are coated with a lovely pink lipstick and your eyeshadow and eyeliner are dramatically done for the lowlights of the clubs you'll be hitting. 

"You've got time to shower if you want," You say to San, reaching into your make up bag to grab a compact to apply some sparkles across your cheeks.

"Baby," San says, hands smoothing over your hips and wrapping his arms around you. "How about I skip the shower and we fool around?"

"San," You say his name in warning, "I just finished getting ready! Let's fool around after we're done clubbing. You always get horny after a night out."

"Babe!" San pouts, settling his chin on your shoulder. "I want you now."

"No," You say sternly, "What you want is to wreck my newly applied makeup because that's your kink, apparently."

San decided to go for the guilt factor to get what he wanted. "Seonghwa says you swallowed his cum when you gave him blowjobs, why don't you swallow my cum?"

You put down your brush. "I'm going to kill him." You breathe in and out deeply. "Sannie, my love," You coo, "Seonghwa and you are two different people. What I did with him does not reflect on you. We have a different sex life. That's that."

San quickly turns you around in his grasp. His hips pin yours to the bathroom counter. His hands engulf your face, his thumb rubbing along your lip and smudging your work. "Let me fuck your throat. Let me spill down your throat. I want to be able to say that you do stuff with me that you never did with him."

"San." You're still partly annoyed but already succumbing to your pouty boyfriend. "This isn't a competition."

San continues to convince you, crooning softly. "Let me mess up your makeup. Wanna see you crying because you're choking on my dick. Let's be late and everyone has to assume we were fucking. Let's be that couple that people are jealous of."

You crumble. You honestly can't say no to him, no matter how many times you convince yourself this will be when you put your foot down. "Then you can be the one who has to deal with Wooyoung's bitching and whining about having no one to dance with even though he showed up with Yeosang."

San knows he's won. He's smiles smugly but it's so fucking cute, you don't even care. "I will. I promise. You're scot-free from that duty. I'll make it up to you tonight. I'll eat your pussy out like it's my midnight snack."

"San!" You can't help but yelp at his promise.

He's chuckling deeply at your response but places his hands on your shoulders, slowly pushing you down to the floor. "Now be a good girl and choke on my dick."

You grumble under your breath. "Why did I even try to put my makeup on before you got here?"

Once you're on your knees, San caresses your jaw so that you will drop it open. You stick your tongue out just the way you know he likes it. San eagerly pushes his pants out of the way and your eyes widen in surprise when you see he didn't even put any underwear on today.

San strokes his cock while he answers your unspoken question. "I just put my joggers on." He shrugs his shoulders, "I know I wouldn't need any underwear for tonight." He grins down at you. 

You had planned on him wearing some very tight pleather pants tonight and he would most definitely not be needing any underwear under them. "You're gonna look so hot in them."

San becomes hard enough to slip into your mouth, and he does so without further ado. He thrusts shallowly, allowing you the chance to relax your throat. And then he grips the back of your head and starts to push past your tongue and down your throat.

You choke at first, coughing with the first brush of his dick at the back of your throat. Then he thrusts again and again, until tears begin to pick the corner of your eyes. "Come on baby, you're doing so well for me," San praises you.

You don't swallow and some spit starts dripping down your cheeks. San thrusts into your throat and holds it there. You hold your breath, working your throat around his cock. 

San groans at the sensation, eyes closed and head cast backwards. "That's it, Baby, that feels so fucking good."

San pulls back and you breathe deeply, the precious air feeling good in your lungs. San continues working in and out of your throat. The wet choking noises you make as he continues to fuck your throat is only music to his ears. Tears are streaming down your cheeks now, mingling with your spit as well.

"You look so pretty like this," San coos. He gives you a reprieve to brush his thumb through your ruined makeup. "So fucking ruined because of my dick."

San pulls out of your mouth with a lewd pop and you greedily pull in air again. "Only… for… You…" You pant.

"Be a good baby for me and swallow everything I spill down your throat, okay?" He tilts his head cutely, San can't help it, he's naturally like that, even in a situation as filthy as this.

You nod and then drop your jaw open. You deepthroat him, no longer needing his carefully calculated thrusts. You knew what your throat could handle and diligently took him deep into you. You hold your face near his pelvis, nose brushing the skin there, throat muscles working desperately to make San come. He lets out a high pitched whine and spills his cum down your throat. You swallow it all, not necessarily having a choice in the matter, seeing as how he's so far down your throat. But nonetheless, you make solid eye contact with him as he watches you take everything he gives you.

When he's done coming, he pulls out and you collapse onto your hands and knees, gasping for breath. It takes a lot out of you to deepthroat San but you gladly do it for him because you know how much he adores it, even though usually you enjoy dripping it back onto his cock that had just come. 

San knows it takes a lot out of you too. He helps you off the floor and lifts you up so you're sitting on the counter now, legs dangling. He lovingly wipes your ruined makeup off your face as an act of aftercare. "There," he announces, proud that he could help in any way.

"Baby?" You coo back at him.

San leans forward to peck your lips cutely. "Mmmm?"

"Next time, ask me what I did with Seonghwa instead, okay?" You raise your eyebrows in suggestion.

San had the decency to look bashful. "Okay, Babe."

Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ SeongJoong | Next Day~  Yunho

[justice4billiam]

Billy Hargrove/Original Female Character Warnings: Being buried alive, Deathy stuff, Sexual innuendoes, Eventual Smut, Blood, People being mean, honestly more warnings to come. Summary: Billy wakes up sometime after dying at the hands of the mind bitch. After taking a dirt nap, Billy finds himself wondering what the actual fuck happened. He watched as some ugly bastard tried taking Max before...Kate Bush...? Started playing, and suddenly, Max was returning to the real world. He treks across the disgusting and dangerous universe that shitbird called "The Upside Down" to get back in time to help her from becoming demon meat and finds help along the way. 1,429-word count

Chapter 1 ->

PROLOGUE

March 21st, 1986

My eyes burned..no scratch that; my whole fucking body burned.

Disoriented, I tried to rub the burn from my eyes, but my arms wouldn't budge. In fact, my muscles felt like they were on fire, burning from the inside out; I clenched my teeth from the pain. Teeth, oh good, At least I still have fucking teeth. There's hope for me yet.

My heart felt like it was gonna beat right out of fucking my chest from how hard it was thumping in my ribcage; I couldn't breathe; the atmosphere felt stale, and I felt like I couldn't get a full breath in; there were coming in short spurts and god my head…My brain spun inside my skull, you know, like how it feels when you go on that spinning ride, the ones at those shitty fucking fairs? Yeah, those ones.

The roaring in my ears was loud; I couldn't hear my fucking thoughts. Everything is wrong; it feels wrong. How did I get here? There was no light; I couldn't see a damn thing. I wouldn't know from an ass or a tit right now.

Minutes passed

Or maybe it was hours…

I wouldn't know.

Finally, for what felt like forever, the spinning quit, and the blood rushing in my ears was dying down. Being able to finally have some sense, I took a deep breath. Still stale.

There was a tingling throughout my body, like it was slowly coming to relax, so I tried moving my arms again, this time with some success, as I gradually raised my hands above my face.

Everything felt foreign, like these weren't my hands; this body didn't feel like mine. My fingers felt prickly as I flexed them in front of me, still unable to see anything. I felt so stiff like my body hadn't moved in a long time.

What the absolute fuck is going on? I can't remember anything; everything felt so hazy.

I spread my arms, trying to flex the painful muscles back into working condition; when my hands collided with a surface just a couple of inches above me, I thought the texture felt familiar, silk.

A silk wall? Where the fuck am I?

My anxiety increased as I blindly felt about in the dark, only to discover the wall reached around the sides and top of me too. That's definitely not good. Closed in…closed in what?

Alarmed, I thrashed around, legs and arms lashing out; as I attempted to sit up quickly, I smacked my head, slamming back down onto what I now realize is the same silk texture.

I swore, bringing my hand to my forehead. Jesus Christ, that hurt. I massaged the intense pain piercing my head as I looked around in the darkness surrounding me, hoping some light would peak through someplace.

"HELLO?! WHERE AM I?! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I shouted, my voice hoarse and cracking like I hadn't spoken in forever. I waited for any kind of sound or acknowledgment…

No reaction

I began bashing on the walls, wildly hitting anywhere I could reach. "I swear to god! When I get the fuck out of here, you're dead, you hear me? Fucking dead!!!" I persisted, my voice being swallowed up in the hollow abyss again.

Still nothing

Dropping my hands to my sides, I realize I'm alone. All alone.

Dread crawled up my spine into my chest and squeezed my painful heart; terror began to set in. My body began to shake, and every breath became more difficult as the air seemed thinner, my head reeling out of sheer panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Alright, get it the fuck together before you pass out from being a pussy. Deep breaths…in…out…in…out…Think, god damn it. Where was I last? As I lay there trying to recollect my thoughts, the memories hit me like a semi… everything connected. The mall…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. NO, NO, NO. Maxine. No! I have to get out of here.

Think, Think, Think. Ugh, what I do for a damn cigarette right now. I ran my hands over my damp face trying to focus. Reaching around and patting the floor below me, I searched the space for something useful; my hand brushed against an object. Taking hold, I quickly realized what it was. A flashlight. Fuck yeah.

Fumbling to turn it on, you turned it over a few times in your hands, trying to find the switch. Switching it on, the once-dark space now lit up. Shit! I accidentally dropped the flashlight on my face shielding my eyes. It felt like a damn flash bang. Judging by the stinging it brought on, I haven't been in the light for a long time.

After rubbing at my eyes for a minute, they adjusted; Squinting, I picked up the flashlight to get an actual glimpse around. This only confused me as I looked around at my cramped position.

Wait, I'm in a fucking box.

Everywhere I looked, there were dark blue silk-covered walls. No…why does this look like a..a..fucking coffin?! I'm in a goddamn coffin. Did I die? Am I dead? Maybe it's hell then..but my heart is beating. Did I get buried alive? I need to get the fuck out of here…if I am alive, I won't make it much longer once I run out of oxygen.

Fuck.

With a jagged sigh, I placed the flashlight facing up against the side of my leg and got to work, aggressively tearing the fabric above me. Pinewood, that's good; it means I have a chance.

Here goes nothing; I dig my nails into the wood, scraping and clawing at it. Ahh fuck! Splinters embed themselves in my skin, mingling with the sweat and blood that now coats my hands. Each scrape and tear fuels my anger as I refuse to let the pain stop me. Gritting my teeth, I kept going. My knuckles are raw and bleeding. "FUCK!"

The wood cries out in protest, its fibers failing to my persistent attack. A rush of adrenaline courses through me, and anticipation fills me at the small progress. I widen the gap, creating a small opening through which dirt starts to pour in. I thrust my palms against the weakened barrier—the wood splinters and cracks under the force of distress. I widen the hole; further, my heart pounding in rhythm with each labored breath. The earth was suffocating my air.

Muscles strained and quivering, I thrust myself upward, shoulders pushing against the confining walls of the coffin. I take one final inhale of air and hold it in as soil cascades around me, breaking free of the box. Forcing my feet up, I dug through the dirt, desperately trying to find the surface. Starting to feel lightheaded from holding my breath, I hesitated.

Come on pussy; you can do it! Keep going, Your Billy fucking Hargrove. You went down on Rachel Bennett for Ten fucking minutes in the 9th grade without coming up for air. This aint shit, you can do this!

A sliver of clear surface emerged through the soil above me; the still stale atmosphere carried a hint of freshness, a promise of fucking freedom. With a final surge of strength, I broke the earth's surface, gasping for sweet fucking air.

Taking large gulps of it, I dug my hands into the ground, clawing my way out and hauling the rest of my body onto the dirt floor. There, I fucking did it. Rolling over onto my back, I looked up at the sky…er…what I thought was the sky. It was dark and raining. No, not rain..something else that made breathing a bit hard, but nothing like being fucking buried alive puts shit into perspective, I'd say.

Taking in my surroundings, something caught my eye. My name. Sitting up, I came face to face with my tombstone. I sucked in a sharp breath.

WILLIAM HARGROVE

MAR. 29. 1967

JUL. 4. 1985

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

July 4th…

Flashes of that fugly fucking monster drilling me in the chest came to mind; I frantically felt around my body for the wounds.

Nothing. There was not even a scratch on me other than my bloody and torn-up hands from climbing out of my grave.

I don't understand.

"I don't understand!"

Thunder erupts in the clouds, illustrating the red skies.

"I don't understand!" "What do you mean? I don't understand!!"

I remember. The skies..this place. This fucking place. What did I overhear Max call it?… The Upside down? Yeah, yeah, that's it.

I'm in the fucking Upside Down.

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