#[📩] requests

[lcs-scar]

Do you oc art requests? :0

Hey! Sorry, but I don't take OC art requests :[ For a lot of reasons, like my art taking a lot of time, the anxiety of being flooded by requests, or even just not catching the likeness/understanding these guys good enough I only do art trades with friends or do gifts for them from time to time, but I prefer to draw canon characters for requests (but I love OCs and talking about them! especially TEC OCs!)

Thank you for asking, hope it clears things up!!

[s-awturn]

Hi, I ask you to make a post where the reader is playing with dilf hair. And the dilfs literally begin to melt from this, almost turning into cats ❤️

Hi sweetie, sorry for the delay, I forget I have an inbox, I will write your request with pleasure, by the way it is with priority in the queue 🫶🏼 I hope you forgive my delay

[fluentmoviequoter]

currently working on...

💌 Adam Karadec x detective!reader

Requests In Progress:

📩 Dominique Luca x baker!reader

📩 Tim Bradford x shy!pregnant!reader

*These are the requests I am working on, not all that I have.

Upcoming Continuations:

✉️ Part 2 of Words to Die By (Tim Bradford x Criminal Minds)

✉️ Part 2 of Lost Sons (Victor Vale + Kaz Brekker)

[snowangeldotmp3]

may i request more werewolf nancy 🥺🥺 🤲 if u may 🥺🥺 she has me by throat ❗❗🐺

SAME. i am always ready to talk about werewolf nancy!

Nancy—the wolf—jumps in front of her, in front of Billy. Hackles raised and growling, and for a moment, Billy hesitates.

It’s the first time Max has ever seen him hesitate when he’s gotten like this.

Nancy is bigger than he is, stronger than he is. One swipe and Max knows it would knock him unconscious. Max watches as Billy tries to put on a brave face, taking a step closer. Nancy lunges at him, and he quickly hits the ground, scrambling back and running away.

make me write some of my wips <3

[diremoone]

Heyyy babe, your Christmas prompt post is so cute 💗💗 If you feel inspired, can you please write a little something for Sukuna + prompt 2 or prompt 7 (whichever you prefer)? 💗💗

WINTER BABE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUEST. YOU WERE MY FIRST SUKUNA ASK :3 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING IT, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT JUST AS MUCH ❤️❤️❤️

HERE YOU GO

[nanamimizz]

Kishibe car sex?

[sweetwatermeloncolors]

"¿Señorita Priscilla...?" Tadano dijo al acercarse respetuosamente. Luego, le ofreció una flor. "Hace tiempo que no la veía..."

"No ha pasado mucho en realidad. Aun puedo reconocerte"

La pequeña niña contestó, en realidad sorprendida de ver al burro de pelaje azul una vez más. Era cierto que no había pasado tanto tiempo, pero a Priss le gustaba saber que no mucho había cambiado desde que se fue de la isla.

"Gracias, será mejor que no sea del jardín de mi madre"

Contestó juguetonamente Priscilla, mirándolo de reojo con una pequeña sonrisa de gato dibujado en su rostro sonrojado.

[purple-parker]

Could I get a punk aesthetic board for The Dark Lord from Animation vs Animator please? :D (and for the picture of Dark could you please find a gender neutral one that fits,, thankuu)

Thanks for the request! Sorry it took me a while, but hope you enjoy it!

[everythingseasoning]

M’s Map Key

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m raves 🕵🏻🗣 - I’m raving about something. Highly recommended fics— or big emotions brought on by consumption of a song, a show’s analysis, perhaps— any which way, I highly recommend this tag for fellow curious people!

m’s recs🏅- the same as the above (m raves), but exclusively for fic recs

m’s requests 🍽🪡 - requests I’ve gotten!

m rambles ⛄️ - I am talking without having reflected/processed prior to talking

happy potions+1 🔮🕳 - words from you all that made me very happy

s-core 🌀🧵 - me being sad and having a little time/memory stamp here on blog about it

m is sad - self explanatory. I probably don’t have somebody to talk to about a difficult happening or feeling I’m having.

to remember 🌌 - things I need to remember (a lesson, or hope, etc), are contained within the post! Self saving in the process.

2 my followers! *

4 my mutuals *

[ghostgirl101]

I just wanna say that I am SO excited for the part 2 to your Paul Destiny fic. I have so many questions and Im excited to see if they get answered. Like if Paul is pledging his love to the reader then is the romance plot with Chani still relevant? Is the reader still the princess here? Very interesting

Imagine if Paul Atreides claimed you as his destiny: PART Ⅱ of Ⅱ

|| Word Count: 1.7K || Fluff ||

A/N: Honestly, I didn't think this would blow up so much- 1k+ likes??! Thank you all, it's sick 🙃 in answer to your questions, I didn't really specify if the reader (you) are part of a Great House or the Emperor's daughter, or maybe someone else, that's kind of up to your imagination. And yeah, sorry Chani fans, I kind of kicked her to the curb lmao; This is all about you, and so enjoy the second and final part of this destiny trope before I work on some relationship headcanons for Paul and Feyd-Rautha... Requests are open for Dune 2, so don't be shy 📩

You can't escape fate.

It's as real as the Spice that threads through the grains of sand blanketing Arrakis in heavy, warm golden waves. It twists and turns in the air, in the tides of change, something beyond understanding roping together reality and its lives to bond, whether in love or hate.

At least, with the newly ascended young Emperor, you know which side you're on. Since the day of his declaration and claiming of you as his Empress, you've never once left his sight, unknowingly or not. The boy is almost ridiculously close and observant, as if testing the depths of the events unfolding around him, testing to see whether you'll try to run from them, from him. But you can't run from fate, either.

"You aren't resting."

Paul's soft, low voice slices through the silence of the dusk, the only words you hear before you feel his warm, firm arms slipping under your arms and around your middle, pulling you into his front in a smooth, protective motion. His chocolate brown locks tickle your neck and cheek as he gazes up at you from your shoulder; wandering, curious eyes study yours knowingly, his natural hues tainted blue with the Spice.

"What troubles you?"

You hesitate in your response, unsure of the right thing to say. There's no point in lying, not to him, to a boy who could easily use the power of his Voice to make you tell him everything and anything with just a few words. He's done it to the Bene Gesserit, to those who speak out of turn and challenge him cluelessly, but never to you. And something tells you that he never will.

"I'm sorry," is how you answer instead, in a small whisper, trying to read his expression before his reaction.

But all Paul does is give you one of his soft, amused smirks, a brow raising slightly, unconvinced.

"Don't apologise to anyone for anything," he murmurs, his fingers drifting to lock with yours, his hand hot and strong in yours. "We are to be wed, you and I, soon. So what troubles you?"

"It's not you," you tell him as earnestly as you can, his eyes capturing yours and holding them as you blink up at him. "I'm just... nervous."

"Nervous?" Paul repeats gently, his hands squeezing yours for a moment, his face an inch away from yours. "What have you to be nervous about?" He grins slightly, not attempting to hide his teasing amusement. "A wedding?"

You can't help but smile at his tone, savouring the unguarded moments of the new, young Emperor, his boyish traits lingering beneath the newfound power and promises passed down to him.

You were nervous, because you weren't so familiar with destiny and its quirks, and yet, Paul Atreides seemed to be its master. Nervous, because although there was a strange pull between you and him, a deeper part of you somehow knowing him, at an instinctive ease with him, you had never met him before these past few days, and now, you were going to be joined together for time indefinite by marriage. Nervous, because he didn't just want you to rule with him, but alongside him, as a partner, a second part of him. His second half who's with him in soul, not just spirit, physically, not just mentally. And he's relishing in it.

"I've never had one before," you shake your head with a light smile, "I don't know what to expect. Or what's expected of me."

Paul hums to himself at your reply, pausing for a while as he thinks over his words.

"It isn't just a wedding," he tells you quietly, "it's so much more. This... this a beginning. A new dawn."

"Beginning?" You echo in bemusement, looking up at him in wonder. "Of what?"

"Of a new era," Paul says thoughtfully, his hands moving from yours to run over and down your sides, tracing over your figure absentmindedly, a gesture that makes you hold your breath for a beat as you watch him, "the first of many. You are more than a mere future. You're the future. My future. And the future of my people."

The sincerity and conviction in his voice makes you stare back at him in slight awe, taken by his certainty of what he's seen in the deepest stretches of his mind, the flickering images of you, adorned in all your natural beauty and grace that he could find nothing short of perfect. You were a fantasy and a hope materialised. Someone he'd wished and dreamed for so much, that you came true, just as you should have.

"Anything that happens to you," Paul continues, looking you straight in the eye as he speaks, "happens to me. You have always been mine, and I was yours before then. Absolutely and completely."

And his words make a home in your head, everything he says so poetic and beautifully surreal, but so honest and unwaveringly confident. He didn't need to practise what he said before he whispered the sweet words in your ear, in a voice only you could catch, in the long, warm nights on Arrakis. There was no need for practice. He had been made for this, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You let yourself relax slightly in his grips, giving him an earnest smile. "That sounds nice."

Paul smiles back at you, a bright, sweet smile that makes him seem so soft and normal, almost forgetting for a moment of his utter strength and glory over the planets, his dangerous darkness that he occasionally allowed to rule over his actions at the tensest of times, until those who stood up against him retreated in bewilderment and fascination and fear.

"It does," he agrees, his gaze dropping to look out at the dunes beyond you, "you can't imagine..."

You couldn't. But every part of you wanted to. And those parts won.

"Won't you tell me?"

Paul's attention shifts back to you after you speak, before you can stop yourself.

"Would it be kind to tell you?" He asks aloud, speaking half to himself as his eyes go to search yours again, studying every inch of you, almost unsettlingly intently.

"Do you dream?" Paul questions you softly, and you dither before shaking your head.

"Not like you do," you answer steadily.

"Like I do. Seeing your face amidst the streaks of sunbeams and every kind of ethereal power that could create wonders, planets, worlds. Waking up, and you're not here, though it felt so real," he goes on, his voice laced with longing, as if it pained him to remember the feeling. "Realer than I've ever felt anything before. Every sense in me was awakened, because with destiny, I saw hope. And I did not know that hope could be so.... beautifully... angelic."

Paul draws closer and closer with each word, pulled by invisible strings to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a long moment to breathe, breathe you in. The sight of it is almost dizzyingly hypnotic, staring at the little scattered freckles over his fair, lightly tanned skin, cheeks flushed golden. He moves his face to rub his cheek against yours, seeking out affection in an irresistible rare, vulnerable move. Your hand reaches up to brush your fingers against it, and he takes it in his immediately, pressing his lips against your fingertips as he speaks.

"I need you," Paul insists, his voice firm and pressing again as he stares at you with a spark of desperation. "I need only you. More than you can comprehend. By my side, always, where you belong."

"I'm right here," you reply a little giddily, looking away from his eyes slightly bashfully from the intensity and unbridled longing of his gaze. "I suppose I'm just not used to this."

"To what?" Paul questions, his fingers tilting your chin up softly to force your eyes back up to his, his face a little closer than before. "To being an Empress?"

Before you can respond, he's pushed himself closer over you, his warm, damp lips sliding and pressing against yours and parting to encourage you to deepen his affections. It sends hot shockwaves rushing straight through your blood, as Paul crouches over you, all patience and purpose forgotten in the moment where it's just the two of you in the calm, lingering desert night.

You fit together perfectly, too perfectly for his words to be untrue, and his head tilts keenly where your fingers skim his neck, his lips parting from yours as they tangle in his hair with a short gasp. He loses none of his confidence and persistence, his azure blue eyes a shade darker as he watches you with an open trace of adoration.

"A queen?"

"Paul," you start shakily, as he smirks at you fondly, his head ducking to trace his tongue briefly up the skin of your neck, with a faint chuckle.

"To being desired?"

You glare at him weakly, hanging onto his hands tight to find some sense of grounding. "You're just playing with me."

"I intend to do so much more than that," Paul grins at you, kissing your cheek before burying his face against your shoulder. "And so should you. Test the depths of our connection. Push it to its limits. Push me. Please."

You find yourself speechless again at his way with words, simple and truthful, but full of passion and unthought romance, a sensation he's been craving since the first shadows of your being in his hazy dreams and visions.

"Give into your destiny, sweet girl," he croons to you in a whisper, his lips brushing against yours and pressing down against your skin needily, hungrily. It takes almost inhumane strength not to crumble and shiver under his touch and desire radiating off him and his dark glare, the wanting over years of dreams and prophecies building up to its peak. "Give into me."

"I think I will," you whisper back in awe and giddiness, your arms having to hold tightly around his neck to stay upright. "I think I want to."

"That's good," he praises you with a soft smile, as his voice lowers. "And besides," Paul mutters in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek breathlessly, with that subtle, teasing look in his eyes, "I plan on taking you as mine well before the wedding."

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Taglist (lmk if you want to be added to this for my future Dune fanfics): @minaxcarter @milaeth @ennycutie @weird0o0 @aoi-targaryen @jindongdongie

[officialundertakersmoocher]

Being the Undertaker's Lover may Include...

This is given-he always wants to make you laugh. he wants every moment of stress to be replaced with a smile

he actually likes cooking and other domestic tasks, so he will love to have you in the kitchen with him trying his recipes

you will catch him staring at a cookie jar more often than you can catch him staring at other women

he's so extremely loyal after spending his time learning the value of life and relationships

he sadly often has nightmares but waking up to you is his greatest comfort

you will be most integrating into his life and will see all sides of him. he may not let other people know him well but you two know each and every detail of each other

no matter how many years you know each other he will treasure talking to you most, about everything and anything

he's super playful but he won't ever make your affections sexual, cuddling is cuddling

he will however give you silly butt taps if he catches you off guard around the house

hes always touching you and keeping you close, and savors every moment

despite knowing that you can protect yourself, he most likely won't ever let there be a situation where you would have to. he's super protective and honestly always lurking 💀 he'll know when you're in danger before you do

if you want a NSFW version lmk! requests open 📩

[lcs-scar]

Your drawings are the best I have ever seen in my life, they inspire me a lot!

RAAAAH THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON.... this means soso much... I'm genuinely so glad, I wish you the best with your art journey!!! 💖💞

[s-awturn]

Hi, I wanted to tell you that I really like your work! 🫶❤️

Can I ask you to make a post with f1 dilfs, where they eat the reader in the morning (👅💦) and the reader wakes up from this and the reader's reaction to it. 😳🤭

own, you're so sweet, tysm babyyyyy 🫶🏼

I loved this request and I already have it done here (https://www.tumblr.com/s-awturn/762269014646013952/night-reveries-f1-dilfs?source=share) I took the creative liberty of changing a few things in the order, I hope you don't mind and that it met your expectations ♥️

[marsdql]

Hii if ur taking requests can you do enhypen when you say your guys safe word !

﹙ 📩 ﹚ ──── HYUNG LINE WHEN YOU USE YOUR SAFE WORD

Let’s get ittt (although for these things, I only do hyung line) — My requests are always open ! — I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote Heeseung’s part then got lazy.. I thought I made Heeseung’s part a little long so I tried to make the other members match the length a bit and ended up making them longer.. woops!

Warnings&genre: really suggestive, mentions of multiple diff types of smut, fluff, comfort, petnames || wc: around 1.7k

Lee Heeseung ! —

Heeseung had been overstimulating you for the past hour while you were on top of him, making you extremely sensitive—especially since he was making you do all the work. “H-hee.. Please, I cant..” you say, your thighs burning constant lazy grinding you’ve been doing against his shaft.

He doesn’t respond, only gripping your waist harder, his eyes shut the whole time. Suddenly, as he replays back the words that just came out of your mouth, he notices the sudden change in your voice. He quickly opened his eyes, seeing the view infront of him— your thighs red and shaky. Usually, he’d mutter sweet nothings and say you can do it, but this time, it looked a little different. Just as he was about to say something-

“safeword..” I refuse to say some corny thing like pineapple I’m sorry. He got up immediately, gently slipping out you and pressing your chest onto his then placing a blanket over you both. “Hey, hey. You okay sweetheart? I’m sorry was it too much?” His eyes scanning your facial expressions, waiting for a response. “I’m sorry heeseung, I-I don’t know… Today it starting hurting a lot. I’m so-“ you hiccup, burying your face in Heeseung’s chest as a way of telling him that you did enjoy it, it just got too much.

“Don’t apologise baby, it’s okay, let’s go make a bath and give you a nice massage, hm?” He says before placing a kiss on your temple while playing with your hair, reassuring you that it’s okay. “I’m so proud of you for using our safeword, never be scared to use it, kay?”

— REST UNDER CUT !!

Park Jongseong ! —

Your face was pressed against a pillow, the front pieces of your hair getting caught in ur mouth and sweat dripping from your forehead. Your brain fuzzy as Jay constantly pounds in and out of you.

You have no idea how many rounds it’s been, your legs shaking and your hands gripping the sheets for dear life. “J-jay-! Mhhh… J…” Unable to form a proper sentence. To add-on, Jay had your legs tied, causing bruising and a constant burning sensation on your ankles, making everything my feel more intense. You thought you could last a little longer, until you couldn’t, a sharp pain hitting inside you all of a sudden.

As he leaned closer to your ear, you hear his groans, now feeling even more guilty about wanting to scream your safeword because it’s too much. “Babe..” you wince in pain, “p-please.. safeword” IM SORRY I CANT I JUST CANT GET MYSELF TO DO IT OK I CANT SAY LIKE KITTY OR SOMETHING I FEEL SO CRINGED OUT..

He immediately stopped. Untied you in the blink of a second and quickly turned you around, needing to see your face. “Hey, hey. It’s okay it’s over, I’m sorry angel, was I too rough?” He says as he lifts your head and adjusts the pillow under you, adding one under your hips aswell to get you more comfortable. He lifts the blanket underneat you both and covers your body, trying to calm you down after he realized how fast your heart was beating and the goosebumps that covered your soft skin.

“I’m sorry jay.. I’m so sorry please don’t be mad, I don’t know why I said that, I just couldn’t-“ he cuts you off mid sentence, cupping your face, “Shh, it’s okay love, I’m not mad. I’m so proud of you for telling me, I should be the one apologising, I didn’t mean to be that rough with you..” Placing kisses on your hand, “you did so well for me, my pretty girl. Let me hold you for a bit, calm you down”

Sim Jaeyun ! —

Jake was eating you out on the couch. You and Jake both had really busy schedules so when he saw you come back home, it finally being the end of the week, he couldn’t wait until you get to the bedroom.

His face was stuffed between your legs, his hands almost splitting your legs apart from how spread he has them. Greedily licking everything out of you, making you scream all sorts of things, lewd noises exiting both of your mouths.

You couldn’t lie, it was amazing. Although there was one problem, the couch seriously WAS NOT the best idea, your arms not knowing where to go, getting tangled behind you, falling in between the couch, your finger scratching against a metal piece of the furniture, making you moan in pain. You quickly removed your hand, revealing a small dot of blood that slowly grew bigger and bigger.

You knew if you told Jake to stop, he’d get turned on instead of actually stopping, making you whisper your safe word in between small sobs, tears slowly in your eyes after your high went down and the pain of your minor injury intensifying. “jaeyun one- one second.. safeword”

After a few seconds apon hearing those words come out of your mouth, he lift his head to lock eyes with you, his head tilted with an expression of worry because of your use of the safeword. “Are you okay baby? What’s wrong?” He quickly got up and sat on the empty space next to you, pulling you on his laps shortly after.

“Y-yeah i just got hurt from the couch..” you said, showing him your finger covered in blood with a slight pout and glossy eyes. He let out sigh of relief after realising that it wasn’t him who was hurting you. “Aww poor baby how did that happen? Come here, let’s go get you a bandaid.. Maybe you’re right about me not being able to control myself, next time you can be on the floor and I’ll be on the couch so you don’t get hurt >w< !!”

Park sunghoon ! —

Sunghoon’s long finger were curled deep inside of you, hitting every spot, making you arch your back while you were on his lap, your chest pressed against his as he has his free hand wrapped around your waist.

He was too caught up in the moment to realize how hard his grip was on your waist, how rough he was being with you. Especially because you were ovulating, everything was more sensitive.

As he leaned in to kiss your lips, he started getting rougher and rougher, pushing himself on you, hunger written all over his face as he made out with you desperately, leaving you breathless yet he kept going.

Suddenly, you felt suffocated, not being able to breathe in any way, everything feeling too full. The second his lips parted from yours, you whimpered your safeword, making him slowly stop to avoid the discomfort of a sudden stop.

“You alright, doll?” He said, trying to get a view of your face that was covered by your hair, he gently brushed the strands away, “Hey..” he coos, “You’re okay doll, it’s okay, don’t hide from me” he added, trying to stop you from squirming on his lap from embarrassment of ruining the mood.

“Hoonie.. I couldn’t handle it anymore… it got too much” you replied to him, tugging on the collar of his shirt. “Hmm it’s okay lovely, you’re so fragile, I forgot I need to be delicate with you, I’m sorry. Let’s lay here for a bit then we can do whatever you want, sounds good? We can continue later, or watch a movie, whatever you want.” You nod as he rubs the side of your waist where he was holding on too tight.

[diremoone]

pleaseee bless us with gojo and christmas prompt 3 pleaseeeee 🩷🩷🩷

Nonnie! Thank you for being my first request for the Christmas Event! 🤭🤭 Here’s your fic 😘

[woozinhos]

hi! I saw that you don't have that much woozi requests so I'm sending in one! 📩

i was thinking of thigh fckng with woozi (that is if you're comfortable writing it!)

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .:

You were lying in bed, feeling warm and cozy under the covers. You turned to Jihoon, who was lying beside you with his eyes closed.

"Hey," you whispered, gently nudging him. "Are you awake?"

Jihoon's eyes slowly opened, and he smiled at you sleepily. "Yeah, I'm awake," he replied, his voice still rough from sleep. "What's up?"

You smirked at him, an idea forming in your mind. "I was just thinking," you said, moving closer to him. "Maybe we could have a little fun before we go back to sleep."

Jihoon's eyes widened as he realized what you were suggesting. He smirked back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh really?" he said, rolling onto his side to face you. "And what kind of fun are you thinking of?"

You leaned in closer, your lips hovering just above his ear. "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," you whispered, your breath tickling his skin.

Jihoon's smirk widened, and he let out a low growl. "You're a little minx, you know that?" he said, his hand sliding down your body to rest on your hip.

You let out a soft moan as his hand moved lower, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered, his lips moving down to your neck. "You always know exactly what to do to get me worked up."

"Hey, can I try something?" Jihoon asked, his lips still against your neck.

You nodded, curious about what he had in mind. "Of course," you replied, your voice slightly breathless. "What is it?"

Jihoon pulled away from your neck and looked at you with a sly smile. "Have you ever heard of thigh fucking?" he asked, his hand still resting on your hip.

Your eyes widened at his question, and you felt a rush of excitement run through you. "I have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've always wanted to try it."

Jihoon's smile widened at your response. "Good," he said, his hand slowly moving between your legs. "Because I want to try it with you right now."

He gently spread your legs apart, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.

You let out a soft gasp as Jihoon moved between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He leaned down to kiss you, his lips moving slowly against yours.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his hand tracing a path up your inner thigh.

Jihoon's hand stopped just before it reached your core, and he looked at you with a question in his eyes. "Can I put it close to your pussy?" he repeated, his voice rough with desire. "Just enough to tease you."

You nodded, your body already starting to respond to his touch. "Yes," you breathed, arching your back slightly. "Please."

Jihoon smirked at your response and moved his hand closer to your core, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin.

You gasped as you felt the warmth of his cock pressed against your thighs, just inches away from your pussy.

"Fuck," Jihoon groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You feel so good already."

He began to move his hips, slowly at first, his cock sliding against your thighs as he created a rhythm. You moaned at the sensation, your body arching up to meet his thrusts.

"You're so wet already," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You're making me crazy."

Jihoon groaned again, feeling the slickness of your thighs against his cock. He thrust harder, the sensation driving him wild.

"You're so wet for me," he panted, his eyes locked on yours. "You're driving me insane, baby."

Jihoon's moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued to thrust between your thighs. His hands roamed over your body, his fingers digging into your skin as he tried to control himself.

"I can't take it," he gasped, his eyes dark with desire. "You feel too good."

You could feel him getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic and uncontrolled. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted in pleasure.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned, his voice strained. "I'm so close."

Jihoon's eyes opened and he saw the smile on your face. He smirked, his movements growing even more frantic.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he panted, his voice rough. "You like seeing me fall apart just from fucking your thighs."

You nodded, your own arousal growing with every thrust of his hips. "Yes," you breathed, your hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. "I love seeing you like this."

Jihoon growled and thrust harder, his cock sliding easily between your thighs. "I'm gonna come all over your thighs," he warned, his voice strained.

He groaned loudly, his body tensing as he reached his climax. You felt his hot cum spilling onto your thighs, his cock twitching against your skin.

"Fuck," he gasped, collapsing onto the bed beside you.

You smiled, still feeling the warmth of his cum on your thighs. You turned to look at him, a satisfied smirk on your face.

"I told you I'd enjoy it," you teased, running your fingers through his hair.