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[jlheon]

𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

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[arminzblackbimbo]

Armin x connie x reader

Rough smut were the reader, who's being a brat to Armin, and he asked connie but readers smart mouth gets him upset to

i need that (i want that)

*min-nie series 𝝑୧ ᧔࿔᧓*

armin alert x blackfem!reader x connie springer

tw: mdni, brat reader, dom connie + armin, oral (masc r.+ fem r.), rough sex, spanking, double penetration(in the same hole), cum eating, fingers in mouth, whining, pouting, choking, back shots, lots of talking + crying, lots of cursing, crying kink, anal play, and lil long sorry, brat mentioned a lot, talks about money, lots of pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty baby), “bubba” used as an endearment, and bad spelling !!!

all you wanted was one of their credit card

even if you just got in trouble with armin earlier . you know things are going to work in your favor always. you usually are able to just go in one of their wallets and you don’t have to go through them but they took all their cards out, leaving you wondering. you can see armins eyes light up as soon as he sees you “can i see your card ?” he loves giving you money and spoiling you he can’t help himself, you pull his face closer by his neck trying to convince him, locking eyes with him to seduce him.

it almost worked but he needed to restrain himself. “baby you ran my credit card pass the limit the other day your on punishment, no more credit cards” you can’t believe it, did you just hear no ? you could feel your eye twitching just taking everything in. the annoyance starting to consume you, your eyes rolling as you roughly move away from him except armin doesn’t like that. crushing your body closer to his, cooing to you. feeling connie’s presence loom behind him, his front presses against the blondes rear when he pulls all your bodies flush together. he sees that look he can’t stand on your face, your cubby checks coming in between connie’s hand.

he knows why you’e upset, they have to be stern this one time or unless your pink high heels will walk all over them. smacking his teeth seeing your lips wobble. squeezing your checks together tighter, lips smushed together "baby cut that pouting out, you always get what you want" you had two boyfriends so usually you always get your way and they never told you no. all you have to do is beg. no matter what, if one says something different ask the other one, but that’s not working right now. you can’t see why today is different then any other day. "she get that sh*t from you, always pouting all the time"

connie is always tougher with you. he his tougher with both of you. pecking the side of armins head. he can’t stand it, seeing that expression because you both know that when you whine and pout and look in his eyes his tough exterior gets chipped away

his words only pissed you off more your now committed to being a brat until you get your way. not caring anymore, pushing connies hand away from your face. while you mush armin away from you. “GET . OFF . OF . ME. I CAN’T STAND THE BOTH OF YOU !! UGH YALL PISS ME OFF EVERYDAY, I WANNA GO SHOPPING AND I CANT EVEN DO THAT. I HAVE NOTHING TO F*CKING WEAR !! GET ON MY NERVES, BOTH OF YALL CAN KISS MY ASS AND LEAVE ME THE F*UCK ALONE. SINCE I CANT GO ANYWHERE ….” grumbling more negativity as you stomp away knocking things over in your path, now you’ve ran both of their patience into nothing.

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you sit on armins lap face in his neck while connie sits with both of you between his legs. connies bulge pressing against his back, your legs wrapped around armins waist, dress lifted up in the perfect position for you all to stay close to each other and for connie to swat his palm against your ass “a f*cking brat” connie mutters against your ear, bringing his hand down harder. your sex hungry, spoiled rotten, and too pretty to stay mad at. he just thinks this is all over a card they are definitely still gonna give to you

" dont we give you everything you want ?” he doesn’t really want to hear you answer, love to hear your squeaks when he smacks the flesh again letting it ring in your ears. “and you still act like a brat ?" armin just watches looking at the way your body jumps at every hit and your skin becomes a flush red. he knows your attitude only affects him so much but connie doesn't have the energy for your bratty ways. he can't let it go on like armin can. “spolied as f*ck i swear, always get whatever you want always” he hits your flesh harder “huh you don’t got nothing to say ?”

he just hear the sniffles, you have no words to say. your tears welling in your eyes. the blonde lifting your head out his neck seeing the tears streaking down your cheeks. your makeup smudge. lips swollen while armin helps to wipe them away with his thumb. cooing to you hearing your sniffles and whines makes his heart hurt. he hates that this has to happen but you’re mouth is smart. always picking words you know will get a big reaction. it’s what caused your ass to be sore at the moment. holding your waist keeping you still while connie continues his hits on your flesh

armin hears the sounds you make, your tear strucken face tugs at his heartstrings. “i know baby, i know but it’s the consequences to your actions” he kisses the tears away, seeing you jump in his lap when you receive another hit. he feels just a little bad, he turns his neck to look at connie “shes crying”

“no, she do this all the time start crying and pouting and then she gets away with everything” he reaches over armins shoulder his hand coming to your throat. bringing you as close as he can to his face your body pressed tightly against the blondes “why’d you act like that ?” his hand just resting there until he squeezes his hand teasingly when he can see your still have a scold on your face. "huh ?"

you can feel the air almost escaping you as you hiccup and try to breathe all with a hand constricting your airflow. “just wanted to go shopping” your voice almost tricking him. he sees your eyes welling with more tears and your lips trembling. that whining, you know what your doing your trying to mess with his head and manipulate him. that tone haywiring his brain. his heart pinging just hearing it

"don't do that” he sighs knowing this is how your always get off your punishment whining and pouting knowing that's connie's weakness. he lets you go, letting you gasp and swallow hard when you cry harder in armins neck wrapping your arms around him

“baby you can’t just say whatever you want” armin talks to you sweetly, trying to calm you down. he sees the way your back rises and falls he pets your hair smoothing the fly aways that appeared as you become more hysterical. and massaging your sore ass cheeks “your still in trouble ok sweetheart, but calm down” he lifts you head one more time, he thinks you look so pretty when you cry he loves it. bringing your face close to drag his tongue against your heated cheek. his bulge growing against your core, when he kisses your lips. he shouldn’t be treating you this nice but it’s his fetish that is making him acting unaccordingly. on top of the way connie is pressed against him while his finger trails his body watching both of you

“i didn’t mean it i swear” you’re voice breathy as the words catch in your throat from your tears, they both know you like things your way, or you don’t want it at all. they know something’s you say out of anger but that can’t be excused

“just say sorry sweetheart” connie butts in, he knows what your trying to do. trying to trick armin to forgive you and be nice like he normally is, you should be saying sorry to both of them for the words that spewed out your mouth mere minutes ago

your eyebrows crease together. they are the ones that said no to you why would you apologize to them ? “bubba i didn’t do anything” your hands slipping under armins shirt your nails scaling his tense skin, seducing him in a way . your whole body jumping when he surprises you with another palm to your ass. the skin is tender the more his hand comes down.

“you wanna act dumb ?” he can’t stand it when you act clueless. you know why your in this predicament. seeing armin grip your waist tighter to keep you still. finger pressing into your waist. you can feel your temperature raising, huffing when you turn your head away from them remaining quiet. refusing to stop being a brat and acting childish. “alright then get on your knees sweetheart”

he can see your eyes get big. when you look back at him. a small “con’ ” coming out your mouth when you see they both are in the mood. a mood the punish you. you place your chin in armin neck, looking wide eyed at connie. rubbing up his chest finger catching on his nipples hearing him whimper in your ear. “i just wanted to get more clothes, please bubba” your trailing your nails teasingly along his skin waiting for connie to cut you lose. maybe if you get armin aroused they will just want to dive more into the pleasure and forgetting about punishing you

“baby do what your told” the blonde voices shakes against your ear. looking at connie was no help because he already said what you need to do. he knows what your trying to do. trying to overwhelm the blondes brain. getting him needy so he’ll do whatever you want. he sees your lips wobbling again “don’t make me do it for you” armin whispers while he trails his tongue in the ridges in your ear. even though there is tears in your eyes, you can feel your stomach tighten with arousal. he makes your body heat up.

nose sniffling when you adjust yourself on your knees into the sheets. your arching lazily face in the silk blankets , you don’t wanna even look at them. your still in your dress not even trying to take it off. “bad ass" connie is grumbling behind you. snatching the clothes off you one by one.“bad as f*ck, i swear always stressin’ me out”

after he slings your underwear in the air, pressing both of his hands in your back so deep it hurts. your lips pouting even when he makes light touches all over you. he looks down to see armin kissing your flushed cheeks again getting as much tears as he can almost to hydrate himself. kissing your lips to erase that pout “you gonna apologize baby ?, con’s is not gonna let it go” he is trying to warn you, he knows how connie can get. he pecks your lips softly.

“no min i didn’t do nothing” you can feel a slap quiet you up. your still lying through your teeth. connie honestly doesn’t know he deals with you and armins attitude all the time. shoving his boxers down to pull himself free. no matter how mad he was at you, he would never slide in and your not prepared he loves you too much, even if you irked his nerves

rubbing your clit slowly with the head of length, between your chubby lips that almost swallow him. moving precisely to hear those little noises that get him harder, seeing armin talking to you. whispering he thinks sometimes you both conspire him against with all the hushed talk you both do. whatever armin is saying to you has you dripping onto him

“he is gonna ruin you baby, i can’t wait to watch” armin can be vulgar in his own ways. the words knotting your stomach especially with the way you clit is swelling the more that pulsing head moves against it. trying to make slow moves of your hips so he won’t notice, notice how needy you are, jumping when you feel his hands come on either side of you hips

“be still” he holds your hips more securely, stopping your desperate humping. you need it so bad “(୨୧), be still” almost drooling when you can feel his tip at your entrance. he can hear you hiss a “yes” when pushes into you slowly so he can be pelvis to pelvis. your walls gripping him just right. a eye catching smile one that only armin can see, you don’t even know how ready he is to punish you.

pulling all the way back leaving just the tip for your walls to suffocate, until he slams back into you. you weren’t excepting it even with all the clues you were given. pulling back once more to give you a tantalizing deep stroke that knocks the wind out of you. fingers clutching the sheets in awe. he moving his hips too strongly into you. rolling them to keep you in a trance. you push your face in the sheets. moaning and whining when he continues those deep strokes that hurt so good. how he stretches you, how his length tries to enter as deep as your walls will allow

“shut up all that crying, wanted to act like a brat” he moves up harder into you, the pleasure agonizing. you don’t ever listen. your too caught up in how it feels. he grabs your neck to push you back in deeper. loving how you get louder when he moves rougher into you, even though he just told you to be quiet. “shut up” he is quick to shove his thick fingers into your mouth. trying to muzzle you just seeing you slobber and moan around them. “you think i’m playing with you ?”

it’s not even a question, he just see the dazed out look in your eyes, he just started. letting you go and flop onto the bed annoyed almost you can’t just do one thing. leaving armin to take control. seeing him grip your neck, connie focusing on the rough movements he makes into your plush walls “im going to have to stuff your mouth if you make another noise baby it’s a pushiment it’s not a reward ” he lightly touches your flush face. fingers digging into the skin of your neck to lower your volume

his head shaking when you still push out your moans getting as loud as you can with your vocal cords constricted. armin thinks you just want all the punishments today, quickly pulling down his pants. he is rock hard just from watching connie fuck you so good. the blood pulsing through his body when he looks at your swollen lips in awe. can’t resist the taste of your soft lips. the kiss knocking the air from him because he is so in love. moving his lips rhythmically to move with you in almost a dance, even if you did just tick his nerves he needs you near him.

it’s so romantic compared to the way connie is roughly moving behind you. “open your mouth baby” he speaks against your lips. he almost wants to cum right then and there seeing the way you stick your tongue all the way out. eyes glazed over, drool coming from the tip of your tongue onto the sheets. he has to bit his lip to contain himself, he shouldn’t be this excited to punish you

tilting your head back puckering his lips watching the spit slid into your mouth. he has to hold your jaw when he sees you almost attempt to swallow “no no, keep it open” he pushes his own knees to the bed. seeing his dick bob in the air hungry for anything. the air stimulating him while he holds your jaw still, holding the thick base of him firmly. smacking your flushed cheek with his pulsing tip. the precum dribbling on your hot skin.

your tongue waiting for him when you feel you cheek take another hit from his length. connie not giving you a break, moving your hips up more when he pushes to the hilt grinding into you, eyes rolling back while you pant loudly. armin thinks you look breathtaking especially with you tongue still awaiting him. “there you go baby so pretty”

he slaps the tip against your slobbering tongue. teasing you as you pant and moan. you want to swallow him, but he won’t let you. pulling away when you try and suction your lips.“please bubba”

he rolls his eyes, “now you wanna say please” he should be more annoyed, after all that stomping and yelling you just did. he lets you latch on the tip body bouncing thanks to connie. rolling your tongue right where his precum leaks. the veins all over his body pulsing, your mouth so skilled you already have his senses knocked down a notch. he can already feel the whines bubbling in his throat. threating to leave his mouth, taking deep breaths he uses both hands to grip your neck starting a slow pace despite connie hurried movements, savoring the feeling.

moving you up and down, your mouth straining to open up around his thickness. they think sometimes you act bad on purpose so they treat you like this. your enjoy it too much, currently moaning around his length running your tongue underneath his shaft as he adds more and more in your throat. your toes curling tightly when they way the air gets stuck in your chest from both their actions, making your brain think of only pleasure as they cut off your circulation. connie can hear you gag from all the spit that is being pushed around in your mouth. slowing down his thrust into to strong deep ones that move in rhythm with armins beginning strokes.

he knows how hard it can be to swallow all of armin he is bless with thickness between his legs. “breathe through your nose sweetheart” even in punishment connie is helping you, guiding you it’s natural to him. you can’t even take his advice because of the overwhelming feeling of everything. a shaking hand coming to push your hand against his stomach the more he angles his hips the deeper he feels. your abdomen clenching, when he snatches your arm holding it firm against your back. grabbing the other arm before you even attempt to do it again. holding your arms behind your back tightly. “you still acting up ? trynna stop me from beating up this pussy”

you can feel the tears in your eyes, they are moving in sync to watch you break. teach you a lesson, cheeks hollowing so much they already hurt. feeling the rogue tears already escaping from your eyes “stop crying baby ” armin wiping the tears, even wiping your nose that runs. holding your chin so that he can move you until your nose touches his pelvis “you done being a brat ?” eyes stinging you can’t even focus on anything. trying your best to nod your head with your mouth full. he is not satisfied until he hears you, slipping out your mouth to watch you chase him with you tongue. squeezes your jaw firmly. “are you done being a brat ?” asking the question again

“y-y-yes min i’m done being a brat. i promise” your chest is heaving, your mouth is covering in spit, lips swollen. hiccups appearing when you know what you have to have to say, having to build up the courage. “i’m s-sorr-” armin thrusting back in your mouth cutting off you apology

“huh can’t hear you baby, what you say ?” armin teases you, playful tone on his voice. while they both thrust harder at the same time, you speak as much a you can with his length in the back of your throat .“i think she saying sorry bubba ?” he trust harder hearing the spit in the back of your throat. purposely moving so your throat is full of him. holding your cheeks firm in his grip feeling himself move in and out

“mouth too full of dick can’t hear her” connie is quick to remark behind you playing into the blondes playful ways. a sudden shift with how your body is feeling you know that awaited high you want so bad is on the tip of your toes. feeling them curl in on them self. armin can just feel your throat vibrate with those cries he loves so much and your walls squeezing connie so tight knowing how close you all are.

armin can’t take it when your throat constricted around him snugly. he can feel his calf’s tensing up, grabbing the back of your head to push you as far as possible. biting his lip with force, he wish he could last longer. punish you longer but the pleasure overrides it. the cum suddenly hitting the back of your throat in thick ropes. his essence dripping from your lips as you try and swallow as much as you can. tongue rolling against his pulsing shaft. loud wimpers echoing around you while your head starts spinning

feeling his length turn flaccid in your mouth too caught up in the arousal that you still sucking him down your throat. “ (୨୧), b-b-baby relax” he has to push you off of him. spit stringing out of your mouth with his cum dripping on the corners. panting hard at the estacy in your body. touching armin all over grabbing his waist hard to just have someone close. “ah” noises echoing off his skin. he softly pets your hair, something he does to relax you when your overwhelmed

connie already knows you reached that high when you go rigid, holding your breath while his hips roll firmly into you dragging you through the pleasure as long as he can before his legs quiver. you feel your neck craning, seeing him upside down. wetness covering the bottom of your face. "let me taste it" he sticks his tongue down your throat to taste armins sweet cream. he loves to savor everything both of you have to offer. the kiss causing his cum to shoot into you. hot

teeth crashing together grinding his hips into yours. feeling the please spark through you when his tip graze your cervix. using his tongue to distract you when he pulls out of you. letting you just lay there limp on the bed. of course feeling armins hands petting along your skin and hair. “your ok baby ?” nodding your head slowly “see you can take it sweetheart ” positioning both of your bodies so that you lay on top of him.

face nestling in his chest, tracing his fingers over your body getting you warmed up for him. both naked skin to skin while you’re trying see straight. rubbing on your back letting you catch your breath. his length resting against both of your stomachs. feeling him starting a slow grind into you. lifting your head off his chest so he can giving you small intense kisses. laughing when you chase his lips, when he sucks on your neck “stop teasing me” he heard that pouty tone.

grinding your hips your so slick that the juices leaving your entrance coating both of your thighs. armin only likes teasing when it’s not towards him. “if you were on your best behavior wouldn’t have to ” sucking hickies slowly bruising your skin, dragging them out.

his hands leave behind fireworks that have you gasping “just want it, gimme it” that begging you always do, connie rolling his eyes behind you.

“she done forgot her manners” connie gruffs. kissing your shoulder. “don’t know how to say please, i’m sorry, thank you” he grumbes kissing down your spine. licking all the sweat you’ve started dripping off your skin. feeling you tensing up when feel armin working his tip in your sopping entrance. knowing when his tip enters you when you moan loudly “a spoiled brat that wants sh*t her way”

the sensation of your body being touch all over is sending you into overstimulation. relishing in their soft touches, connie sucking hickies along with armin, attentively. armin thursting into you, hands gripping your hips harshly. softly hitting the spots inside you immediately causing you to shiver. he so big you can feel it in your abdomen. “there you go bubba fuck her good” the praise making him sink into you more. holding your hips firmly. your on top of armin but he is in control slamming into you from below.

he starts a strong pace steadily into you, and he just started, the rush creeping in on you too early. “min’ it’s in my stomach” fingers tangling in his blonde hair. your walls already sensitive from connie roughy treatment “ah, ah” leaving you breathy, your core already sore, hands coming to his pale chest to slow him down, nails scraping his skin the more euphoria you feel. lifting your hips when he slams them back down.

you can feel connie behind you , watching both of you. biting his lip, when he smacks your flesh as hard as he can. he can watch you two go at it like rabbits all day. the blood flowing through his body, he needs you again. pushing you flat against armin, chest to chest with him. connie separating your cheeks. massaging the raw skin, lowering his face so he can feast his eyes on the cream that starts to gather around armins base

his mouth watering to get a taste. he softly licks to taste your cream, just needing it on his palate. sucking on armins pulsing balls, hearig him hiss when he works his tongue up rolling his tongue to your rimmed hole. his tongue flat while he licks everything up. going over the skin again and again making sure he gets everything. sliding his tongue along armins veiny width. getting your walls ready for him. twisting his tongue inside coating everything he can in saliva. your juices had him groaning. hand pushing on your back so you remain still

all your senses are going off at once. your ears ringing from everything. feeling connies tongue continue to move. finishing his taste for you when he gives you serval small kisses to the wrinkled hole. “m-m-min ” grabbing on his body with need, feeling a spark in your heart. looking into his blue hypnotizing eyes. “i’m sorry bubba” he can feel his stomach sinking with euphoria your mascara running, lips swollen while you apologize. he can’t help but steal a heated kiss, one that has you distracted enough the buzzed man behind you can quickly spread the lube along armins pink length becoming goose fleshed when the cold liquid spreads along your heated skin

satisfied he lays on top of you. your body pressed tightly inbetween theirs, sandwiched between them. feelings connie thickness hit your tender flash of your cheeks. so heavy your can feel the weight, pulling your cheeks apart so he has room, armin pulling away from your candy like lips, he almost forgot how you even got into this predicament. armin knows what connie is trying to do. having to keep himself still, giving you pleasure by grinding into you to the hilt. your consistent moans almost make him spill into you.

armin pushing his fingers in your mouth to quiet you from making all that noise. your so ready sucking his fingers eagerly. just like his dick mere minutes ago. “so pretty, could never stay mad at you” he sticks his fingers deeper down your throat feeling your tongue in-between them. grinding you down harder when you gag. pulling them out to hold you face steady so he can look in your eyes and watch them glazed over. he just so obsessed with you

feeling you jump when connie follows suite, softly runs his fingers around where you grip armin so tightly. seeing you shiver slowly slipping two finger along his moving length slowing him down. you hold to armin tightly, you wished you would of apologized soooner, its already too much for you too handle. armin does his best whispering to you softly, kissing you tenderly. connie pulls his fingers out looking at a mixture of cum from you and him. savoring the flavor off his fingers eyes rolling in the back on his head.

his body buzzing with electricity, he is too needy. quick to line himself up with your plush lips. all lubed up sliding his tip along side armin width in your walls he has to push past the restraint. hearing the whine from you and your soft speech to armin “connie's too big” he doesn’t even say anything, smacking your thigh. pushing himself in more, ignoring you. you were just acting like a brat

your so soft inside, a wet mess in between all of your legs. armin feels like he is in heaven, their two dicks pressing together snugly as connie continues to work himself into you. so mushy he is almost all the way to the hilt. grinding softly into, hitting that spot that has your hand already coming to touch his waist and slow him down "b-b-bubba i cant"

"unt unt sweetheart yes you can, cant push me out" its already too much for you to handle. you wished you would have aplogize earlier when you had the chance. now your stuck in unbelievable pleasure. both of them working in a steady rhythm. it feels dangerously good, enough for your legs to start trembling."you wanted to act up you gotta take this dick baby" your abdomen burning with each stroke

“too much, ugh it’s too much” voice horse. your pouting, lips wobbling. your overstimulated just feeling your body buzzing. trying to scramble away from the pleasure

“don’t make me fold your arms again i’m trynna be nice” he grumbles, pushing your treambling hand out the way, causing your eyes to water in armins chest. feeling his hand come into your hair. hearing you gasp, eyes glossy when they both are at the hilt. your breath caught in your chest. it feels like your too stuffed to breathe. no sounds coming out your mouth when they start a harsh pace. your arms around the blondes neck. needing comfort while you being pounded into "sick of yo ass always crying and stomping. wanna run me till I'm broke. is that what you want, want us to have no money huh ?”

“n-n-no, no i didn’t mean it” jumping when you feel another hit on your sore asscheek. the fire in your stomach growing stronger they more they move together.

“sweetheart it’s ok i know you didn’t mean it, always forgive you” armin whispers to you. always knowing what to say to make you feel better. even it just makes you more spoiled and rotten. his nice words and the feeling in your stomach is so deep you have to put your hands on armin chest to grind your hips into both of them. savoring the oh so good itch they scratch.

“oh, oh” your stomach flexing hard, all you can think is how sorry you are, you should have never acted like that over something that’s was a minor issue. they are drawing it out of you slowly, torturing you in a way. especially you you feel connie’s slick thumb to roll on to your puckered hole. running circles slowly, your toes cracking and curling the more moans you let out

armin can feel it in his toes, the fuzzy sensation starting to creep is his legs to his pelvis, pulling you close craning his neck so he can suck on your nipple hungrily, he just needed a taste of your breast. he can’t help himself, it soothes him. no matter what, he is going to have your breast in his mouth. your hands on his chest, squeezing the other breast, his hands full. throwing your head back when he bites you. usually he sucks on your breast softly making your skin tingle. but the biting is bruising your soft skin

it’s also how you all know he is close, close to giving you all the cum he can, he can never hold or last as long, you just feel to good. before you know it his hot cream fills you quickly his eyes rolling in the back of his head your breast filling his mouth

connie continues rolling his thumb around your rimmed hole using some of his spit to push his digit in to penetrating you as deep as his finger can “go head sweetheart, go head and cum” connie’s excited knowing that when armin shots his load, your not far behind. “know you want to, come on pretty baby”

his words don’t even register in your brain before your squirting over both of them. covering you all in your precious liquid, bearing down when more continues to waterfall out of you. “ohhh, a-a-ahh” armin is shooting blanks feeling your grip him so tight and connie dick to continue to slip and slide next to his, the two tips rubbing together messily inside you.

connie’s holding back, biting his lip to get the last word “shouldn’t even cum in you, then you would start acting right” you start begging immediately, your in a cum daze.willing to do anything to feel him give you his sperm, to the point armin starts begging with you. all he can hear is hushed pleases, knowing your smiling inside when you feel the warmness spread into your womb, hearing his groans and low pitched breathy moans

all your breathing sync when you try and calm down from the roller coaster you were all on. clinging to armin like velcro all your limbs wrapped around him tightly. needing all the kisses and rubs on the back he is giving you to recharge, can’t help but to whine when connie pulls out your tender walls. loving the aftercare of all the petting and tending they do to you, to make you happy

what doesn’t make you the happiest is when connie pulls you off armin slowly, you just wanted to cling to him. feeling yourself being set in connie’s lap, you instantly lay your head in his chest tired from the physical torment you body was just under. he has to lift your chin up, to look in your eyes loving the look on your pretty face. freshly fucked, he has to kiss it off you. giving you a ; soft, wet, slow, kiss. massaging the raw skin of your cheeks. “you sorry ?” he pecks your lips again

“yes bubba i’m sorry” you wrap you arms around him on purpose, so you can give him that look that’s gets you out of trouble. giving him that gaze that has him trapped in whatever spell you have over him and armin. his heart melting and his hard exterior getting chipped away instantly

“you gonna do it again ?” he sighs he knows he just lost the battle even after all that big talk he just did. pulling you closer to him

pressing you lips to his, giving him a sloppy kiss. pulling away knowing you have them both wrapped around your finger. even if you do act like a brat. “no i promise” seeing his eyes glazed over when you pull away looking at you with heart eyes

“good, i couldnt stay mad at you if i wanted to”

if they weren’t such lover boys you probably would have learned your lesson but instead they forgave you the next day taking you on a $10,000 shopping trip buying you all the things your heart desired

[cupcek]

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[haobae]

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[siilverwolf]

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𝓢𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) ── psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓬lassmates to lovers ; fluff, kissing, & nonsexual shower 𝔀ordcount ( 1600 ) 𝓹eng's note. my kiss scenes suck! they move too fast i reckon! 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. while patroling at night on a class field trip, you catch sunghoon swimming fully clothed past curfew

unlike the rest of your peers, you hate going on school trips, especially overnight ones.

it was tiring to patrol the hotel late at night when everyone was supposed to be in their rooms at curfew. you were exhausted from being in charge of making sure everyone had a room once arriving.

and now you had to do one extra lap around the whole building before you could knock out on your bed.

but that was just your job as class president, you loved it, but you must admit sometimes you wish your vice president was given some of your tasks.

luckily for you, as you finished your lap around the floor everyone was staying, nothing seemed out of place.

you sighed in relief as you unlocked your room with your keycard, about to fall asleep in the same clothes you arrived in due to so much fatigue until you heard a huge splash coming from your balcony.

you groan as you walk up to the curtain and push them aside, only to reveal park sunghoon fully clothed swimming around the pool.

angry and tired, you quickly slide open the glass door leading to your balcony and lean over the railing to shout. “sunghoon! get inside! curfew was an hour ago!”

the boy looks up at you on your balcony and smirks, getting further into the deep end.

he goes below the water's surface and when he emerges his hair is dripping wet. shaking the wet strands out of his face. his white shirt sticking to his skin, giving you a glimpse at his toned chest.

“park sunghoon i will come down there and drag you out myself,” you huff, glaring at him.

“i’ll be waiting,” he teases, diving back under the water.

you aggressively shut the glass door and slip your slippers back on. sprinting towards the elevator and getting down the ground level, not wanting to waste any more time that could be used for sleeping.

when you enter the lobby it’s not empty, families and couples still wandering about, but thankfully none of your classmates were up but sunghoon whom you knew of.

“how long is the pool open for?” you ask the front desk.

“for another hour,” the woman behind the desk tells you, “do you need any towels?”

“one please,” you say, watching park sunghoon swimming around from the window.

you make your way out to the pool deck after thanking the woman, pushing the door open to see his head bob up from the water to stare at you.

“i brought you a towel,” you inch closer to the pool, “go to your room.”

“that’s sweet of you ms. president,” sunghoon coos, “but i’m not done swimming yet.”

“seriously, go to bed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“the pool doesn’t close for another hour,” he reminds you, “if you join me i’ll go inside.”

“it’s cold and it’s late,” you cross your arms.

“i guess i’m not going inside then,” he shrugs, getting ready to dive under the water again.

you groan in defeat, setting the towel on the closest pool chair and slipping off your slippers. walking towards the pool stairs and dipping your toes in. cursing at the temperature, you walk a couple of steps down just so the water touches below your shorts.

“are you happy now,” you roll your eyes as his drenched figure approaches you.

“come deeper,” sunghoon extends his hand.

you reluctantly place your hand in his and let him pull you deeper into the pool. the water seeping through your thin shirt and shorts.

sunghoon notices you shivering and pulls you closer by your waist.

“can we go now?” you say quietly, placing your hands on his chest.

“you just got in,” he fakes a pout, tightening his grip on your waist so you can't retreat now.

if someone told you this morning that you would be waist-deep in the hotel pool at eleven at night hugging park sunghoon, you would have punched them in the face.

your head leaning on his shoulder as you stand in the middle of the water.

you’ve never been this close to sunghoon, though you’ve talked to him many times. he was your deskmate in freshman year in biology and you two had gotten considerably close.

though that faded when you had no classes together in sophomore and now junior year, but it’s not like you two were strangers.

but you would never expect to be practically molded to him instead of getting the well-needed rest required for the activities you and the council had planned tomorrow.

sunghoon notices the chattering of your teeth as you cling to him in search of any heat. your lips quivering as you hug him close.

“you still cold?” he softly asks, his wet hand running through your hair.

“mhm,” you hum, staring at the blue water surrounding you two.

“want me to warm you up?” sunghoon says teasingly, lifting your chin with the tip of his finger.

you tilt your head at him in confusion before he leans down and presses his lips on your cold ones.

the kiss is slow yet deep as he places a hand on your neck to tilt you at just the right angle. your hands find his nape and thread your fingers through the wet hair.

you break away to catch your breath and collect your thoughts when sunghoon gives you no time to recover.

his lips smashing against yours once again in a more passionate kiss. filled with desire as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip, silently begging for entrance.

you obliged, parting your lips so his tongue could slip inside. exploring your mouth as you stand there unmoving.

when sunghoon finally breaks free for air your cheeks are flushed and you are embarrassed by your lack of kissing experience.

“that was my first kiss,” you blurt out as sunghoon’s chest heaved up and down.

“what?” sunghoon says a little stunned, not that he’s complaining, he’s glad to be your first kiss. but how has nobody ever kissed you before?

“yeah,” you uncomfortably giggle, “sorry if i was bad or anything, you were good though!”

“you were good,” sunghoon pats your head, pecking your cheek.

you bury your head in sunghoon’s neck as your cheeks continue to heat up. he can’t help but smile to himself at your adorable antics.

a minute later one of the hotel staff walks out to inform you two that the pool is now closed. sunghoon splashes you as you run away from him to exit the pool. wrapping yourself in the towel you had brought.

“i only brought one towel.”

sunghoon chuckles before unwrapping the fabric from around you and fixing it to cover both of your cold bodies.

you both rush into the elevator, pressing the button to your floor. sunghoon walks you to your room before kissing you goodnight.

though minutes later when you’re sat on your floor trying to process whatever just happened, there’s a knock at your door.

sunghoon is back with his phone and a change of clothes, still dripping onto your carpet.

“sunghoon?” you look at him confused.

“thought we could spend some more time together.”

you find yourself under the warm shower head with sunghoon behind you, gently shampooing your hair.

your drenched clothes are now laid on your balcony to dry.

the warm water hits your back as you wash his hair. steam engulfs the whole bathroom, fogging up the glass door, and the mirror.

the body wash you both lather on diminishing the scent of chlorine that followed you from the pool now replaced with strawberry and coconut.

it’s weird to think you and sunghoon are in such an intimate position after not talking for nearly a year and a half but it feels right.

the way he kisses you between rinsing his body makes an uncontrollable amount of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

you both get out of the shower, sunghoon shaking his hair like a wet dog, droplets of water hitting your face.

sunghoon gets changed into the clothes he brought from his room while you find something to wear in your suitcase.

he brushed your hair and blow-dried it for you as you did your skincare in the bathroom mirror. you spin around to apply some of your moisturizer to his pretty face.

you both finally crash onto your bed at a quarter to one in the morning. a time not ideal for your set alarm of six that will go off in a mere five hours. but that doesn’t seem to matter to you when you have your head rested on park sunghoon’s chest as his arms are around you, lips brushing against yours in one final kiss before the both of you fall into a deep sleep.

in the morning you realize you’ve hit snooze too many times when there's a loud pattern of knocks on your door. startling both you and sunghoon.

you instruct sunghoon to stay in bed while you answer the door.

your annoyed vice president is the one outside your door, storming past you and into your room only to notice sunghoon asleep on your bed.

“you spent the night with sunghoon?” jungwon gasps.

“shut up!” you shove him, “he’s still sleeping!”

“well, you need to get him back to his room before we head out to the city,” jungwon argues.

“oh my god! can you just cover for me for once?” you plead with the underclassmen, “just give me like an extra hour of sleep and we’ll meet you there!”

“fine, but if mrs. kim catches sunghoon in your room it’s all on you,” jungwon sighs, exiting your hotel room.

you let out a breath of relief as you climb back into bed with sunghoon. setting another alarm before slipping under the duvet and back into his strong arms.

you pray that nobody notices the two of you showing up late to the café for breakfast at the same time, with park sunghoon smelling like your signature scent of strawberries and coconut.

[kisscastellan]

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[cubtales]

cub nite ! ! (๑ ᴖ ᴑ ᴖ ๑)

[arminzblackbimbo]

the girl is mine

blackfem!reader x suicide squad joker

tw: mdni, kinda dark nothing too crazy, rough treatment, slow sex, missionary, choking, reader is kinda a crybaby, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, boob slapping ??, “doll” used as pet name, reader calls him "jay", bruising, blood mentioned, blood sucking, begging, dom joker, they are both kinda masochist, grinding, and bad spelling !!

"doll stop crying" he is holding your shaking form, your head in the crease of his neck. you can hear him gruff out in your ear, he gives you all of these gifts and presents and all he gets in return is tears. no thank you's or kisses.

all you wanted was to get another necklace to add to your jewelry collection, from when he does his nightly robberies he always brings you something back. something shiny that makes you swoon over him. you’ve always wore gold jewelry but just mere minutes earlier joker gave you a silver necklace, knowing you can't stand that color.

you have tears coming down your cheeks, hyperventilating as your face comes out of hiding in his neck to look at him. you can his silver teeth grinding because he is annoyed. " jay, i-i-i’m sorry but i just don’t want that necklace " you stammered out, not getting a chance to collect yourself before he grips the sides of your neck tightly making you a little light headed. you grip his wrist, tears coming down a little faster. your eyes getting glossy while he rolls his.

your chest heaves even with your air flow constricted you let heavy breaths out. watching you as you scratch at his hand at your throat. satisfied to see you gasp out. "be grateful doll, i could snap your neck since your being so rude" he loves how pretty you look when he holds you throat. it makes him harder in his pants. he finally lets you go when he sees your eyes slightly roll back. smiling watching you cough out trying to speak again.

when you speak again your still sniffing, but your voice is now a little raspy. "i just wanted some gold" all the things he does for you and you have the nerve to pout and cry. he is sick of it, the hand that was just at your throat going to grip your hair tightly, causing "ow's" to leave your lips when he uses your hair to move you from the living room to the bedroom

he just laughs while he drags you down the hallway, doing his classic clown laugh that scares you especially when he gets like this. " your just a spoiled thing, ain't you cupcake ?" pulling your hair harder when he shuts the door of your shared bedroom. your lips pouting when you can feel your head throb as he pulls you onto the bed, laying you down next to him

loving how your whine when he presses his fingers into your scalp “jay that hurts” he dismisses your pain.

covering your lips with his hand that has that smiling mouth on it. that he loves to tease and antagonize you with. “smile more doll” laughing more at you. playing with your feelings. moving his hand to start kiss your pouting lips roughly to stop your cries.

he loves to act like you annoy him when really he is happy with anything that you do. deep down he cares for you deeply and you both know that, its why you act like this. he finally lets your hair go as he lays you down flat on your back. still keeping his lips locked on you while he puts his weight heavily on top of you.

feeling your legs wrap around his waist and arms wrap around his neck tightly. the position making your body start to tingle your done crying, now your body feels hot. his length starts to throb as his tongue moves with yours and spit starts moving past your lips. he is messy with the kisses wanting them his way not slow like how you like them. "please jay" you gasp when your lips pull apart from each other.

"i shouldn't give you anything, always begging and crying" he grumbles against your lips, biting the skin to see you wince. his blue eyes burning into yours watching you intense biting harder into the soft skin of your lip to see the discomfort. he lets you go your lips swelling from the assault.

giving you one last kiss making it sloppy before he is pecking down your neck, where he begins to bite that already bruised skin from his rough hold, his teeth bruising you even more. even though it hurts so bad it feels so good. you’ve grown the love the feeling “jay, i need you please” your pulling him closer to you. holding him securely against you.

he grabs your face between his hand squeezing your checks tightly together “shut up” he mumbles out, coming to look you in the eyes, he can still see the tear marks that are etched into your face. he almost wants to roll his eyes how lovesick he really is, rolling his tongue along your face to collect your dried tears “all the whining im sick of it”

he has to pry your hands off him to help you take your shirt and pants off so he has all the access he needs to mark you up as much as he can. you can feel his silver hit your skin first before anything it makes you shiver with how cold the metal is. running your hands through his soft green hair to just touch him.

he starts his focus near your collar bone where he bites hard enough to make you draw blood, blood that he has to suction his lips around to collect. making you wince and gasp, looking down to the purple pains that are starting to spread across your skin. really when you plead and beg for him it makes him stiffen more in his pants, but he can’t let you know that.

your body wrapped around him again as you crave the attention of his body. he positions his mouth right by your ear “don’t play soft with me sweetheart, i know you like it rough” his voice raspy in your ear when he bites the shell of it while you hiss and whine. running his tongue in the ridges, lifting under you back to help take your bra off. letting it fly across the room when he starts kissing you against your chest, sucking on the skin of your breast

you slightly tug on his hair and he moans so sweetly. you feel the start of you sweating, the arousal giving you a temperature like feeling. your body starting to grind and roll up into him feeling how stiff he is, giving you so much pleasure and he not even inside you yet.

you nearly jumpstart when he suddenly bites your nipple the pain making you jump running his tongue over the pebble and suctioning his lips to soothe the pain. “feel so good” you whispers gripping his hair tighter when he switches to your other breast. sinking his teeth in harder to hear those pretty noise he loves working his hips to build a rhythm into you

letting your breast go, he lifts his head up to just admirers your naked body, reaching his hands to touch all the welts he created. your so cute it makes him aggressive for some reason. sometimes he just wants to squeeze you against him til he can’t anymore.

makes him do things like pressing your breast together roughly. your so adorable he can’t help it, you have to arch your back up for some relief. watching the flesh spill from in between his fingers. he lets them free loving how their decorations he has added to your skin, he pulls his hand back and smacks the mounds of flesh

the static feeling has you jumping, trying to run away from the unique state he has you in when he starts to twist your sore nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. holding them tightly to stretch them as far as they can go. slapping your breast again while he watches them jiggle

he’s infatuated with you, how your body reacts to him, even your crybaby ways. sliding your panties off. “you ready for me doll ?” distracting with a question so he can strip himself of his clothes, waiting for your answer. your mouth to busy watering looking at his body, it’s so sculpted and the different images on his body has you tracing them with your fingertips while you wait for him to finish undressing

your eyes locking on his bobbing thickness when he pulls himself free. “so ready for you” you can feel the wetness leaking from you just looking at him. positioning your body so that your legs are wide open your feet laying on the bed. wide open for him so he can see everything, so he can see you

joker just sees you spread out and it’s like he gets hypnotize. running his hands over your legs to comfort you preparing you. moving closer to your body adjusting to lightly tap the tip of him onto you to feel the stickiness between your folds. “i should punish you, shouldn’t fuck you at all. should make you beg all night” the cream covers him when continues with the motion, your wetness coating him “huh, since you don’t like my gifts ?” he questioned you, working his length between your puffy lips. the moisture helps him when start to roll into you not yet penetrating you. your clit being hit with his spitting head of precum

“jay im sorry” you mew he can already see those tears that he hates so much at the corners of your eyes. “you forgive me ?” you reach out to him your hand running on his flexing core. trying to seduce him to comply with your wants

he ignores you knowing your trying to get him to fall into your trap. he shoves you hand out the way voice gruff. positioning himself to poke into you slowly, you can feel your walls seperating when he moves deep, sucking him in. causing his moans to be animalistic almost sounding like he is growling. and he is still pushing his thicknesss into you.

you feel like you can’t breathe when he meets his pelvis with yours. he can’t even relax, because of your walls gripping him. your plushy walls pulsing while he is inbetween them “doll, your squeezing me so tight” he kisses your check softly. pulling his arms under you to pull you closer to him pressing your chest against his.

you crave the feeling of his soft kissing when he lays his head in your neck. kissing your neck tenderly touching the bruises and letting his tongue roll over them when he starts a gentle pace into you. “j-j-jay your so deep” your mouth right by his ear where he can hear you take ragged breaths

even though he grabs your hair hard making your head throb, makes you throat sore from him always squeezing his hand around it, from him bruising you in bites all over. but whenever he is inside of you he contradicts himself moving slowly. never being rough when he is inside your snug walls. instead he wants you to be rough with him.

his eyes rolling back when you start to grab at his back. your nails dragging on his skin and letting the burning feeling take over body. “scratch me harder baby” his voice light as he begs while he is humping you is so rhythmic the when the top of him catching in the back of your walls on that special spot which makes you grant his wishes. your nails dragging down his skin rougher

your legs have to stay open to make sure you can feel him. feel him almost reaching your cervix, blood coming from his fresh line wounds on his skin. he loves the pain it brings him pleasure, it over takes his body. he craves it from you whenever your walls consume him

he is moving slowly and steadily, making you desperate for just a little more. your fingers running through his soft strands. your fingers are doing the same thing your toes are doing, curling. pushing your fingers into his scalp grabbing tightly at his hair pulling his head back hard

you can see his lip move with each roll of his hips. he is talking to himself quietly, only speaking louder to praise you. he can’t collect himself, the burning in his scalp makes his eyes flutter and his lip come between his teeth. whimpers coming out to your ears.“harder, please fuck me harder” you beg you can feel a simmering feeling in your body

his head whips froward when you let his soft locs go “you know i can’t doll, you know…” his words jumbling together, you only catch the beginning. your legs coming to wrap around to keep him close. your back arching up when he angles his hips just right to hit the back of your walls, his groin rubbing on your clit.

he has to collect his breath when you look so eternal laid out and moaning for him. you wetness coating him so much he has use his knees so that he has proper direction and doesn’t slip into you. he can feel your legs starting shake around his waist. "come on baby you don’t wanna do your favorite part ?”

he knows you have so much love for wrapping your hands around his throat, dominating him makes you feel in charge. but really it’s his favorite part. having to use all your focus to bringing your shaky hands to cut his air supply off holding his neck, not yet adding pressure. "harder doll" his hips still stroking you slow and steady.

he can feels his blood pulse to his length when your cut his air flow off. threatening an early release from him that he has hold you tightly to not spill to quickly. he likes the pain it makes his body buzz. causing the new found piston of his hips.his hips rolling deeply into you while your body start shake more. pressing your thumbs almost makes it seems like your trying to touch the back of his throat.

noticing the whites of his eyes slowly taking over his pupils from the lack of oxygen. his pale neck turned purple with how hard he had you holding him. your hands letting him go watching him gasp and groan. legs around his waist while he strokes you so consistently. his milky skin and his tattoos make you dizzy.

the long strokes makes you start to feel the pit in your stomach, the high creeping up on you. grabbing his lower back with both hands scratching near the base of his back. “jayyy”

your consuming him, controlling him from how your plushness surrounds him, from your nail creating pleasure. the first reaction of you when you can feel the sensation reaching from the tip of your toes to you the ache in your pelvis, from how deep his hips work into yours. is to bite him like how he does you, sinking your teeth in his shoulder

“ugh cupcake, your trynna k-” he shakes on top of you. your both almost at your peak, biting him harder when you can feel the tingles all over your body while your moaning into his skin. “your trynna… trynna” he mumbles more feeling the quake in his loins. while your thighs are trembling faster

you both coming to your high at the same time, pulling him so close to your body, letting him free from your teeth. moaning more “j-jay please” your eyes rolling back when you let your body go. letting the euphoria take over. your whole body shaking while he can feel your walls taking his cum in.

he kisses you to swallow your moans, the sounds vibrating against each other. your arsoual at the same time makes your souls combine together he lets your lips go when your body stopped buzzing. seeing your eyelids flutter close when he pulls out of you

when you wake up from you sex induced nap. your meet with three gold necklaces and 6 golden bracelets gracing your wrist, making you smile dreamily

[thevoidisback]

Ok, I'll keep that in mind but I don't use gacha life 2

I still use gacha club

Gacha life 2 is too difficult for me

Gacha club is much easier for me

;w;

Void: Don't worry! Our narrator is still using gacha Club or Gacha glitch from itch.io so you'll be fine :∆

[siilverwolf]

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