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[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[saintehigh]

i want to pick my f/os up like a cat.

you understand?

[vh0poem]

eu já ri tanto mais tanto dessa foto kasjaksk o taehyung tá gigante minha gente, o que é isso mds

[milf0bsessi0n]

[howlingscarlet]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥

ㅤ♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Bucky Barnes x reader

ㅤ♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky gets a little carried away during a scene.

ㅤ♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: smut, penetrative sex (readers anatomy not explicitly stated), rough sex, dom/sub dynamics (dom!bucky and sub!reader), safe word/signal used, un-negotiated choking, angst (hurt/comfort), slight sub drop and slight dom drop, Bucky carries reader (super solider strength), doll/sweetheart used for reader, aftercare

ㅤ♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,598

a/n: this is my first marvel fic I’ve ever finished :) I’ve been writing for another fandom on another account for almost a year now and was so focused on my wips for that one that I put all my marvel stuff on the back burner but a week ago I was suddenly struck with the motivation to finish this one! I hope you enjoy <3

Bucky needed to have control. You knew this, and welcomed it. After decades of being stripped of his agency and made to be a mindless follower he looked for that sense of authority over his own actions.

He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. He made it clear that you were still calling the shots at the end of the day. He enjoyed the feeling of power that your pliancy provided, but it was your trust that mattered the most to him. He wanted to know that you trusted him to not really hurt you. That you didn’t see him as the monster everyone else saw.

You were more than willing to let him have that control, especially with how much consideration Bucky put into making you comfortable. It was a new dynamic to you, having never been one to explore the world of domination before. So you took it slow. Establishing boundaries, discussing scenes thoroughly, and establishing a safe word system for the both of you.

You found the stop light system worked best. Red to stop, yellow to slow down or check in, and green to go. There was even a system if you couldn’t speak. Three taps to stop, two to slow down, and one to go. And if for whatever reason you weren’t able to do either of those, Bucky was allowed to use your safe word to ensure your safety.

There were rules. Strict ones you and him were expected to abide by.

Despite all these safety precautions you never once had to use them, Bucky was always careful.

But sometimes, people make mistakes.

His burly body hovered above yours as his hips pounded into you at a steady pace. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing harshly at your soft flesh. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his large body, thighs trembling as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice. Your hands clutched at the sheets and sweat dripped down your bare chest, your eyes pressed shut as the pleasure overwhelmed you. You could feel it in every nerve of your body. Every small noise and softly spoken curse that left your mouth only served as more encouragement to him.

Bucky never talked much during sex. The more he got lost in the pleasure, the less he was likely to speak. But he wasn’t silent. You could hear every groan and moan resonating through his chest and occasionally hear his whispered praises.

So good for me.

So proud of you.

But something about tonight felt different. He had just come home from a rough mission. You could feel the anger steaming out of him as soon as he stepped through the door of your shared apartment. He needed a release, which you were more than happy to give him. Even when he warned you that he had no intentions of being gentle tonight you still obliged excitedly. Having not seen him for a few weeks you wanted nothing more than to just be his for a while.

He was not overstating himself when he said he would not be gentle tonight. Everything about him was rough. His touch, the strokes of his hips, his mouth on your skin. He took you like a depraved animal, and you welcomed it.

As he repeatedly hit that soft spot inside of you that made your nerves spark with electricity you felt his metal hand creeping up your stomach. The coldness of it contrasted against your hot skin making you shiver. Soon, it found its way around your neck and squeezed.

This was not normal. While Bucky had put his hand around your throat before, it was never the metal one and he certainly had never squeezed it so hard. He never choked you.

You found it hard to breathe, your eyes filling with tears. Your eyes popped open as you looked at Bucky panicked, hoping your gaze would get his attention. But his eyes were closed in lust. You couldn’t speak so you tapped his arm three times.

Stop.

He opened his eyes to see your scared expression and immediately stopped, pulling away from you completely and crawling to the other end of the bed from you.

You sat up, coughing as the air finally returned to your lungs. Bucky could only stare at you, chest heaving as eyes wide as he realized what he’d done.

He hurt you.

He hurt you.

He could have killed you.

When you finally looked at your boyfriend you saw how terrified he looked and how tears had begun to settle at his waterline.

“Bucky—“ you started to say.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Come here, please,” you reached your arms out to him but he only recoiled more. It felt like a stab to your heart, like he was rejecting you. For a moment you wondered if you should have safeworded. Did you disappoint him? Was he mad at you?

“I’m sorry,” he just kept repeating as the tears finally sprung free. You crawled over to him and he flinched as you did. You didn’t touch him, you weren’t sure if he was ready for that yet. But you really wanted him to touch you. Bucky however couldn’t take his eyes off your neck. Red marks were already starting to form and he felt the bile rise up in his throat at the sight of them.

“Bucky please,” you sniffled as your tears started to fall. “I’m sorry I stopped I—“

His head snapped up to look at you, brows furrowed in confusion before it hit him. You didn’t need space right now, you needed him.

He shushed you, pulling you into his arms as he gently held you in his arms and let you cry. “You did so good,” he tried to reassure you. “I’m sorry I went too far. You did nothing wrong, doll. You were so good, I’m so proud of you,” he kissed the top of your head. It settled you a little.

“Why didn’t you ask?” You questioned as you hugged your arms tightly around him.

“I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I should have asked. I’ll never do that again. I promise.”

“Are you mad I made you stop?”

“No, no baby no,” he shook his head fervently. “I’m mad at myself for hurting you. Are you mad at me?”

“No,” you replied quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Bucky placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made him sick to know that he did something you didn’t want. He could feel his heart start to splinter. Your trust was the most important thing in the world to him. He already thought he didn’t deserve you and now he was sure of it.

You recognized that look in his face, the look that said I’m a monster.

“I love you Bucky,” you said softly, kissing him tenderly. “You made a mistake but I forgive, because I love you.”

Bucky swallowed down the lump of emotion in his throat, nodding slowly.

“Can we take a bath?” You suggested.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “That sounds good.”

He carefully lifted you from the bed using his unnatural strength, carrying you to the bathroom with your head resting on his shoulder. Setting you on the closed toilet you started the bath, letting it fill and warm up. He kneeled down in front of you, hands gently resting on your thighs. You could see the far off look in his eyes, lost in his own self destructive thoughts.

“Hey,” you cooed gently, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Where’d you go? Stay with me.”

He nodded, kissing at your knee before putting his hand in the rub to test the temperature and adjusting it to be perfect for the both of you. You both sat there in silence as you waited for the tub to fill, his head in your lap as you stroked his hair tenderly. Once it was filled he helped you in, giving you his arms to balance on your shaky legs. He slid in after you, sitting between your legs and leaning back into you. You kissed him behind his ear, grinning when he shivered at your touch.

“I still enjoyed it,” you rubbed up and down his arms. “Before I safeworded it was good. You made me feel so good.”

“Did I scare you?” He whispered, afraid of the answer.

“A little,” you answered honestly. “But you stopped when I told you to.”

He nodded, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing at your knuckles. “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I think we should take a break from the harder stuff. Just for a little bit.”

You picked up your head at that, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly to try and look at you although it was difficult in the position you were in. “I want you to be safe. If I can’t trust myself to keep you safe then…I think we should just stick to the basics. Just you and me.”

“Okay,” you kissed his cheek and he leaned back into you, soaking in your love and affection.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear.

He smiled for the first time that night, “I love you too sweetheart.”

After your bath and your discussion you and Bucky both felt better about the situation and that night you fell asleep in each other's arms, only with the gentlest touches and whispered affections.

Thank you for reading! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

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[antoncore]

she’s so high | l.sh

🎧 she’s so high - blur

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), perv!sohee, public masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, slight sub!sohee at points, picture-taking without reader’s knowledge

synopsis: sohee is just some guy from your course but to him, you’re much more than that. his fantasies of you consume his brain so much that he doesn’t realise you watching him from across the desk.

you saw sohee every day in the classes you shared. on the outside, he seemed sweet, innocent, and unassuming, with the cutest smile which he was often complimented on. apart from that, he blended into the background, sitting quietly in the back of the room, diligently taking notes, rarely drawing attention to himself. but what you never noticed was his obsessive gaze, often directed at you when he thought no one was watching. he was so good at hiding his true intentions, masking his perverted tendencies behind a façade of shyness.

sohee’s feelings towards you were far from a merely innocent admiration. every day, he meticulously planned ways to observe you more closely. he sat in the perfect seat to take pictures of you when you weren’t looking, storing them on his phone so he could jerk off to them later. you were perfect to him; the way you styled your hair, the way you dressed, the way your figure looked flawless, the way you spoke. he couldn’t help being completely obsessed with you.

tonight was like almost any other night for sohee, hand wrapped around his cock as he scrolled through the pictures he took of you, head filled with fantasies. what was different was that he was in the corner of the library trying to work on his part of a group project. despite the nearing deadline, he couldn’t help feeling his mind going into overdrive with all the fantasies he had. earlier that day, you’d walked into class with a revealing outfit as if it was nothing. how the fuck could it be nothing to you when for him it was everything? your top exposed your cleavage and he desperately wanted to shove his face in between your tits. and the skirt you wore showing off your thighs perfectly, he needed you to push his head down so he was smothered by your pussy.

sohee’s eyes glued shut, picturing you watching him tugging on his cock as fast as he could, his shirt in between his teeth as muffled moans of your name slipped from his lips. the scenario was so vivid in his head, you looking through the books to find the one you needed and getting distracted by the sight of him sat by his desk with his head tilted back slightly. your eyes would turn from the books to him, surprise flashing across your face. he imagined you pausing, your fingers hovering over the book you had been searching for. your gaze would linger, taking in the sight of his exposed body, a contrast to the ordinary surroundings of the library.

you’d slowly step closer to him, drawn in by the unexpected sight. the way you’d walk curiously and hesitantly, eyes never escaping his exposed body. he looked so hot vulnerable and exposed, each breath he took sending subtle shivers through his body. as you neared, your presence became more palpable, your gaze focused intently on him. you would reach his desk, where you would finally see him in his fully exposed state. the mixture of curiosity and shock in your eyes would only heighten his sense of vulnerability.

close to cumming, sohee opened his eyes again to see you standing opposite the desk he sat at. his heart pounded as he registered the fact that the fantasy created in his head was now reality, your eyes focused on the faces he made. your focus, however, quickly shifted to his phone, still displaying the folder of photos he’d taken of you throughout the term. your mind was racing, had he really been doing this all along? “what the fuck sohee?” you exclaimed, voice filled with anger and shock. “why do you have pictures of me on your phone?” his mouth went dry, unable to get any words out. this is not how he imagined things going, he wanted you to be intrigued, possibly even turned on at the sight in front of you.

“i-i can explain,” sohee stuttered with moans in between his words, desperation clear in his voice. “i can’t stop thinking about you. please, y/n, i need your help.” your eyes narrowed as you asked, “help with what exactly?” sohee swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his actions press down on him. “i-i need you,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper, his eyes practically begging for you. “need you to touch me.” the room became heavy with silence for a moment before sohee realised a change in the way you looked at him, seemingly aroused by the situation you’d found yourself in.

“no, sohee,” you said firmly, a contrast to the look in your eyes. “i won’t touch you but i will watch.” sohee blinked, taken aback by your words. he hadn't expected your response. it wasn't exactly what he had fantasised about, but the idea of you watching him made his brain go fuzzy. he could feel a shift in the dynamic, his initial vulnerability turning into a sense of power. "you wanna watch?" he asked, his voice growing steadier, more confident. "then watch me, baby." he leaned back in his chair, slowly pulling his shirt up again, exposing his abs.

his eyes locked onto yours, making sure you kept looking. you didn't flinch, your gaze unwavering as you took in the sight before you. sohee's breathing grew heavier as he continued jerking off, his hand moving deliberately and slow. he wanted you to see everything, to understand just how much he craved you. the air between the two of you was overflowing with tension, each second feeling like a minute as you both settled into this unexpected encounter.

“you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” sohee’s voice was low now, a stark contrast to how he was earlier. “maybe you’re just as much of a perv as i am, huh?” your cheeks flushed as you felt your panties getting wet, unable to look away. you nodded slightly, your eyes never leaving his. there was something thrilling about the way he took control and you couldn’t deny how turned on you were. “good,” he said, his confidence growing. “not gonna stop. and you better keep watching.”

sohee continued, his hand moving faster on his cock with every second. the roles had reversed now, he was in control, and you were the one captivated by the scene in front of you. as the minutes passed, the room filled with the sounds of his pleasure, each gasp and moan of your name heightening the tension among the two of you. finally, with a shuddering breath, sohee came all over himself. he had never made a mess like this before, his body trembling from the force of his orgasm. for a moment, there was only the sound of his heavy breathing as he came down from the high. then, he looked at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“you enjoyed that, didn’t you?” sohee asked, voice tinged with dominance. “can tell by how you’re all flustered… and how wet your panties are.” your face turned an even deeper shade of red, but you didn't look away. "yes, sohee," you admitted quietly, the word hanging in the air between you. his smirk widened, his confidence now fully on show. "good. you’re just as much as a perv as i am, just admit it," he said, leaning back in his chair as he smiled at you. you nodded before the panic suddenly set in; how would you face each other in your lecture tomorrow?

erm apologies for the sorta rushed ending LMAO

[sakuraszn]

— APOLOGY ! ₊ ⊹

Imagine you and Miles got into this big fight and you being petty, decide to hang up in his face and block him. As time past, more or so an hour, you're chilling on your bed mindlessly scrolling through social media you suddenly hear music blasting outside of your apartment and as you get up off your bed and make your way to the window to see what all that commotion was about, it was none other than your boyfriend Miles Morales, holding a jukebox and standing beside Ganke, who had a big "I'm sorry" poster in his hands.

“can you come down and talk to me, ma?!! I’m sorry!!” he yelled out as the slow R&B music fills the streets of New York with its loud melody.

As the events unfold before you, you notice concerned bystanders murmuring.

It was hard to contain your laughter as you were taken aback by his efforts to humiliate himself in order to win your favor back.

© sakuraszn ! xx

[ghostie-luvs]

Yandere Jock <3 (Part four)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who grins as he sees you walk into the school, drowned out of the present conversation with his friends as he watches you.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who feels rather giddy and confident as he strides up to you and places an arm along your shoulders, almost shoving a bouquet of roses into your face with chocolates.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who smiles widely, hoping you’ll accept the gifts, in time of it being Valentine’s Day. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Now, will you be my valentine?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who waits anxiously for your response and when people whisper in the halls, watching the scene, he grins brightly when you nod and even hug him! Oh, how blissful and warm your hugs were. He loved you so much. 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who walks with you to your locker, a hand wrapped around your waist as he holds you to him tightly, his eyes narrowing at every single threat of a person. 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who helps you place his gifts in your locker but when you open it, a few letters fall out. What? He didn’t write these letters? So who the fuck did? 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who almost destroys the roses and chocolates he got for you while shoving them in the locker then trapping you against the locker once it was shut. He’s pretty much pissed. “Who wrote these letters? You should know, who do you hang out with? Who looks like they like you?” 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden whose breath is hot on your skin, his breathing becoming heavy as his mind races, his eyes burning into yours as he waits for an answer. And when he doesn’t get one, a hiss leaves his lips before he slams his hand against the locker next to yours and leaves you alone, storming off.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who shows up at your house after school, it’s evening and invites himself in. He immediately wraps you up and molds you into his chest, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He apologies even, for his behavior in the morning and you two end up cuddling in your bed, and sharing laughs, the earlier morning long forgotten as your legs are entangled and your warmths become one.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who doesn’t tell you that he’s found out who put the letters in your locker. and what he’s done to them. 

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Alden who just enjoys his time with you, snuggling into your warmth and enjoying the sound of your laughter as his lips tickle your skin. 

ੈ✩‧₊˚Alden who never says anything about the person he threatened and even bruised to some extent, maybe even worse. Maybe that’s why they ended up in the hospital. Why should he care when he has you in his hold? He doesn’t, as he laughs with you and kisses you repeatedly, murmuring lovingly into your skin. “I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”

A/N: omg?? An update on Alden?? On my stories?? I wanted to give you guys something for Valentine’s Day. I hope you guys like it and I’m so sorry for not writing in a hot minute :((

As always, constructive criticism is appreciated and even correction to tiny mistakes! (Bc I did not proofread) thank you for reading and ily guys!

[s-4pphics]

omg i need smut for ballerina reader x tattoo artist ellie

pleaseeeee

hi hon i didn't forget ab u trust me trust me

…. but hi guys🤭 since i finished sotp and this at literally the same time why not post both.... teeeheee

wc;cw: 1.9k😳, MDNI, ellie and reader r both freaks! nasty little harlots, these two are!!, kinda exhibitionism bc car windows, weed, shotgunning(failed), mentions of daddy kink and breeding and face sitting, readers a bimbo but we knew that we love u bae :3, more monologues, cocky ellie, dirty talk, spanking, mult. orgasms and squirting, slight dumbification, titty and pussy slapping mmm, das it

… i wrote this while high soooo if there’s a typo no there’s not! bye yall :p

when ballerina!reader and tattooist!ellie fuck for the first time the world damn near melts from the inside out. 

you had finally gotten into the passenger's seat of ellie’s busted up car after she wrapped up your brand-new tat. you asked her multiple times if she was going to kill you in some nearby forest after smoking you out, in which she replied with a sly maybe. it depends on how you act when it hits. her response shook you a bit: you had just scored the lead in the nutcracker and your costume was so pretty, you had to wear it at least once and then she could do whatever she wanted with you as long as she destroyed your guts beforehand! :) 

your little tote bag was near your feet on the floor as you hummed along to the rap song blasting through her speakers, lightly bobbing your head. ellie’s—large and veiny and tattooed—hand had been sitting on your upper thigh for the entire ride as she drove in a relaxed position, head resting against the back of her seat. you caught glimpses of her out of the corner of your eye whenever she licked or bit her lips. her small habits made your thighs squeeze together, before she silently pried them back open with her free hand to rest it there again. you wanted her to make you cum so bad you’d pay her extra for it—

“this your place?” she rasped out in shock as she parked in front of your dance academy dorms. damn, she thought. you weren’t kidding, you’re not a stripper. 

“uh huh! it’s even prettier inside! marble floors and everything, i love it here so much!” you said with an excited grin that made her smile lightly. such a cutie, she thought. 

“huh,” she hummed in acknowledgment. she reached over your lap to pop open her glove box to retrieve the little ziplock baggie filled with green buds and grinder before your eyes widened in shock. 

“oh are… um… are we smoking right here? like out in the open?” 

“mhm.” she replied blankly before she smirked. “what, is your headmaster gonna come out and give you a spanking or something?” 

you wanted her to spank you so bad—

“no! i’m just asking, i’ve never done it outside before!” 

“oh yeah? you never done it outside?” she replied silkily while she packed the spoon of the pipe. 

you shivered and she caught it and please fuck me right here! i don’t care who sees!—

“i never used one of those before, it’s pretty,” you nodded towards the packed bowl. 

“thank you,” she said simply. “lemme show you how to do it.” 

after some simple instructions that you haven't payed attention to because her hands were distracting you, you nodded absentmindedly. what the fuck was she talking about again—

“are you even listening?” she said with a raised eyebrow that had a fucking slit in it oh, ohhh you might die—

when you shook your head no, she snorted before she grabbed her lighter from your hand. 

“here. watch me.” 

you watched closely as she lit the crushed green buds in the bowl, finger over a little hole on the side of the pipe before she lit it and breathed in, exhaling the smoke in a circular little cloud in front of her mouth. she looked back at you with a little see? simple. 

she’s so fucking sexy and you’re probably dripping all over her leather seats—

“show me again?” you squeaked out. 

she only slightly nodded with a cunning grin as she looked at you before she repeated her previous actions and blew the smoke away from you, handing you the pipe again. you pushed it away from you gently. 

“you’re gonna make me smoke all this by myself?” 

“i want you to do it for me… like blow it… blow it in my mouth?” you said shyly. your mind was cloudy. 

she didn’t say anything, but you could see the pleasant surprise on her face, releasing a light chuckle before she lit the bowl, yet again!, inhaling the smoke and holding it before she gripped for your cheeks with her slightly calloused hand, pulling you so close that your noses were touching. your mouth dropped open on instinct, and slowly exhaled the smoke into your mouth. 

you could barely inhale due to the pounding in your head and your chest and your swollen fucking clit—

ellie hardly even cared about you wasting a rip that good. she slowly slipped her tongue into your already open mouth, making you whimper as you wrapped your lips around it, sucking it further into your mouth. she released a satisfied hum that rattled your throat. and speaking of your throat—

she released your cheeks, sliding her large hand down to wrap around it, squeezing the sides and gauging your reaction. you were about to call her daddy, holy fuck, you wanted her fuckin’ kids—

“c’mere.” and fuck, you jumped her bones so quick. 

you were finally in her lap and you immediately started grinding on her leg like a cat in heat. 

she hurriedly sat the pipe on her dashboard, her free hands quickly taken in yours, bringing them up to your tits as you felt her squeeze them, tossing your head back with a whine.

“yeah? feels fucking good?” 

“yeah, yesyesyes—“

you weren’t even high and you were so close to cumming, you couldn’t imagine how crazy you’d be going if you smoked properly. you’d probably be creaming all over her seats and windows by now. 

you grinded down harder on her, your clit bumping up against your lavender sweats and her jeans and toned leg and you couldn’t stop crying out and oh, you were gonna cum in your panties—

ellie must’ve sensed it because she dropped her hands from your tits to your hips, mindfully avoiding your freshly wrapped tattoo(she’s such a sweetie, isn’t she?), and pulled you down onto her leg as she lifted it up to press harder against your clit just right and you lost it. 

all that tension that built over the last two hours crashed into you as you threw your head allll the back and came inside your sheer little panties. you bounced on her thigh as she held your hips to help you grind out your high. ellie slowly licked up your exposed throat to your chin to your bottom lip before she shoved her tongue into your mouth in a messy, wet kiss. fuck, you were so in love already—

“take these off, baby, c’mon, wanna see,” she said dazed against your mouth, tugging down  the waistband of your bottoms. you clumsily rested your weight against her wheel as you leaned back, a loud honk! ringing through the dimly lit, empty lot. it made you both jump and laugh as she wrapped her arm around your back to move you away from it. she used the space between you to pull down your panties and sweats just enough to expose your sopping cunt. she looked like she wanted to tear you apart. she could rip you to shreds if she wanted you’d let her do anything to you—

she didn’t say anything as her thumb rubbed your clit, making you buck your hips up against her hang with a whine. 

she dipped two fingers down to your slit that was practically dripping all over her seats, and she hates herself for not bringing her dick with her because, fuuuuck, she would’ve slipped right in—

you felt her fingers push inside with little resistance, her car immediately being filled with both your groans and wet noises of your cunt. your walls squeezed the shit out of her fingers to pull them in closer.

you were a mess: at some point you’d removed your sweatshirt and tee, your tits out, and she was watching you play them, entranced, until you slipped a hand down to where she was inside you, grabbing her wrist to pull out and brought her slicked up fingers to your nipples, rubbing your wetness into your stiff peaks. ellie let out a quiet groan of shiiiit! before she slapped them both, bringing her head forward to suck the wetness from your tits, moaning at the taste of you.

she dropped her hand back down to slip her fingers inside your cunt again, wiggling them around until she pressed up against that one spot that made you see god—

“yeah? right there, baby? like that?” 

“ye—aaAhh, el, oh my fuckin’ god your gonna make me cum again!—“ 

“fuckin’ want it, nasty fucking slut, give it to me, wan’ it all over me.” 

your eyes were rolled into your skull, yes im your slut i’m your slut! being the only thing on your mind. your legs were trembling and you were so. fucking. wet. and you couldn’t fucking think about anything other than her her her—

“cum on my fingers so i can take you upstairs and stick my tongue inside you.” 

and you died. you’re dead now. you screamed her name out into the car as you squirted all over her arm and jeans and seats and you just kept fucking cumming and ellie swore that she was going to marry you one day!—

you finally started to come down after she slapped your pussy a couple times. your orgasm had felt like it lasted minutes and you almost plopped onto the car floor in exhaustion, but ellie caught you before you could, pulling you back to her chest to connect her mouth with yours in a heavy kiss. 

she grabbed your ass in both hands before bringing her hand down in a loud slap! as you moaned in her mouth, and it made her hit you again, harder. 

she allowed you to pull back to regain your composure before you said with a pout, “i have to be up at five tomorrow.” it was almost midnight. 

she laughed loudly before bringing your panties and pants back up around your waist before helping you put your shirt on before easing you back into the passenger's seat. you missed her warmth already. you grabbed your tote off the floor after carefully placing the discarded pipe and lighter into a small pocket with a soft c’mon before you opened the door to get out. ellie rolled the window down so she could respond. 

“wait. you want me to come inside?” 

“inside me? yeah.” 

she let out a choked laugh before she said, “you’re nasty as fuck, jesus christ.” 

“i sure am! now come sit on my face? my roomie’s sleeping so you might have to stick my panties in your mouth just in case!” you said with the brightest grin. “you can wake up me up for rehearsals with your tongue in my pussy, too, if you want!” 

oh my fucking god? ellie thought, her eyes glossing over with a hazy look on her face. yeah. i’m making her a fucking housewife.

[encalje]

ᨳᥩ◞ ◟ musiquita de cuna ♥︎♬♪

♡࿓ olor a perfumito de bebé ✝✐

[leyiorr]

megumi's daycare teacher adores you. you're always on time for pickup, and megumi physically lights up when he sees you, no matter how much he likes to deny it. he's quick to walk, or waddle, into your arms as you press a kiss to both cheeks and ask how his day was. she thinks you and him are the epitome of a good monther-son relationship.

so imagine her surprise when you say, “oh and tomorrow, i can't pick megs up. my husband will come get him, his name is toji, you can't miss him.”

she'd never met your husband before. it got her wondering, what was he like? was he as kind and affectionate as you were? perhaps megumi was the same around him?

“...why are you here?”

her mouth falls open. was that any way to speak to his father? why was he so openly hostile? she thought hoped that your husband was like you, not your total opposite!

he was tall, heads above her with dark hair and matching dark eyes. he's intimidating, muscles flexing under his shirt as he folds his arms and smirk decorated with a scar. she sees the resemblance between him and megumi. that was definitely his daddy.

she's sweating buckets; standing between a father who looks like kills for a living and a son that's sulking because his mother wasn't there was not for the weak.

“to pick ya up.” toji answers with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

she blinks. it seemed normal?

“where's mama?”

“workin'.”

“until when?”

“'til later.”

“that's not a time.”

“it is to me.”

megumi's pout deepens, his brows furrowing at his father's avoidance of the question. the daycare teacher swears she catches toji's eyes soften as he changes his answer, “'til eight.”

the two adults watch the cogs turn in the toddler's head.

“....'kay. i'll go with you, then.”

toji scoffs affectionately, “quit actin' like yer being kidnapped.”

this time, she swears megumi smiles before he huffs and sticks his nose up, begrudgingly allowing himself to be hoisted up into the arms of his father, who gives her a quick nod as he walks away.

what an odd father-son relationship.

˒˓

you're there to pick megumi up the following day, and boy does he look happy about it. he speed-walks to your side, reaching up to hold onto your pointer finger.

“i'm glad it's you and not dad,” megumi says, chubby cheeks emphasised by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

you look down from your conversation with yuji's dad and, only having heard the latter half of his sentence, respond, “your father? he's in the car, honey.”

and the daycare teacher swears on everything holy that she heard three-year-old megumi curse under his breath.

but that is hopefully just her imagination.

[saintehigh]

do you like him? 🥹

i have poured my blood, sweat, tears, and many, many primos into getting him here

[vh0poem]

preste a desinstalar o "twitter" . um total de 0 paciência pro site

[milf0bsessi0n]

[haravath0t]

zayne x female!reader

synopsis: when the birthday surprise hits you first, then hits the birthday boy harder 

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚��𝕤: a frustrated reader, fluff, a comforting zayne 

“Regardless of past, present, and future,I will be with you forever.”

September 5 cannot come fast enough!

That was what you said a week ago. 

It is now September 4, and you cannot be even more anxious. 

Everyone in Zayne’s unit in Akso Hospital are in high spirits, the group chat going crazy about the party you all were about to hold for Zayne.

The venue, the catering, and the decorations for the surprise party were all now taken care of. Everyone in the “Party Planning Pros” group chat had been raving with excitement, already excited to check into the villa for the surprise party.

Except for you.

You had tasked yourself with overseeing the planning party, every box checked except for the one job you had left: the cake. You had sworn the package with the cake should have arrived yesterday afternoon, having waited all day for any notification, any call, any text. However, you were met with absolutely nothing. Even after that dinner with Zayne, you returned to your apartment complex without a box, the most important box of the year, you’d wager. Once more, you decide to check your push notifications, your call history, your texts, all to get radio silence. Only in this hour of desperation did you recall checking your email. 

Order #017492048: Your delivery has been delayed due unforeseen circumstances. Your delivery is to arrive 09/06. Please contact the seller for policies. 

You were unable to well that night. The morning was full of stress and anxiety, Zayne and you having agreed to head over to the villa at 4 PM. By 8 AM this morning, you immediately ran for the grocery store, grabbing something, anything, to make that cake. You had vowed to yourself that this cake will be special, just as special as the one you had ordered for delivery. You even found it in you to sacrifice a lunch break, wanting to make sure Zayne would have a cake to see when September 5 comes along. 

While your suitcase was packed for the trip a grand mess was made on your kitchen island, the once shiny granite now dulled by flour residue, butter left open to the air, boxes and containers left open. You were clad in an apron too, basically squatting deeply as you nervously watched the cake as the minutes tick by. You had hoped that the YouTube video you followed would at least bring about a decent vanilla cake, but the longer you watched the oven, the more your heart sank. 

Taking the trays out of the oven only reaffirmed your worries, the cake looking sunken in the middle. “Shit, shit, shit,” You muttered to yourself, having had no choice but to rub salt into the wound. With shaky hands, you tried your darndest, using the spatula to spread the dollop of frosting onto the sunken cake. “Oh, god, was I supposed to chill the cake?” You muttered to yourself in panic, only to be disturbed by the soft knock on the door. Zayne. “Oh god, no.” 

With sticky fingers, you tapped your phone screen to check the time, your eyes widening as you say “3:15 PM” boldly appear on your screen. You were like a deer caught in headlights, knowing you were unable to cover up what you did. 

“Who is it?” You called out, an attempt to buy time as you washed the frosting off of your hands. 

“You know who.” 

“No, I don’t! State your name and purpose! I’m a hunter, you know!”

“I am Doctor Zayne from Akso Hospital. There. I did what you asked. May you open the door for me? Please?” 

You found yourself at a state of defeat, devastated by the terrible progress that had been made towards a homemade cake. You trudged towards the door, being greeted with a Zayne whose eyes immediately darted to your own. In typical Zayne fashion, he was quick to note your disheveled state, the flour on your apron already giving him hints of your shenanigans. 

“Alright. What are you up to?” Zayne questioned, his own eyes narrowing slightly as he took the seconds to gain more information. You were dissected, your eyes seeming to bear guilt. If you didn’t look so somber, Zayne would have broken into a smile. Your shoulders slumped, ushering the young doctor into your apartment. You don’t dare say anything, your head bowed down in shame like a dog with its tail between its legs. Zayne was right behind you, his eyes wandering now to the messy kitchen.

The mess was the first thing Zayne noted, the counter full of open ingredients, the utensils unplugged and in need of being washed. The oven was unoccupied but the lights were on, some bowls were stacked in the sink. Zayne knew immediately at the sight alone what you were up to, and the man couldn’t help but feel his heart grow warm at the thought. 

“Oh,” Zayne sighed, looking down at your embarrassed features. “Hey, no it’s okay. You did so much work,” He whispered, taking this time to immediately wrap your body into his embrace. It felt warm, heartbreaking even, knowing that this man had continued to show you patience and comfort despite the mess you had made. You let yourself melt into his embrace, feeling the press of his lips against the top of your head. 

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Zayne muttered against your head.

“But I wanted to. It’s so rare that you get to celebrate. You always keep working and I thought,” You tried to reason, but you only stopped yourself. You simply sighed against his shirt, relishing in the warmth of his body and the cologne that seeped into your senses. 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Zayne breathed, pulling himself away to look into your eyes. When your eyes met his, his lips curled up into a ghost of a smile, the man seeming much more relaxed knowing he can see your face. He was determined to make your spirits be uplifted, even by a little, by deciding to prove to you that your cake was edible, that it was not as bad as you strongly claimed it to be. 

Without a word, he strides to the island, seeing the cake that only had one thin layer of frosting. Needless to say it was cute, seeing the three layers of cake stacked on top of each other to make a cake stand at a decent height. No doubt you were going for a winter motif, seeing the decorations that were meant to adorn the pastry: snowflakes, edible silver glitter, a tiny paper snowman attached to a toothpick, even blue macarons. You watched nervously, but your eyes seemed to relax at the sight of his smile paired with a soft chuckle. No doubt he approved the effort at first glance, the positive first impression making you straighten yourself up. You looked with hope, watching as he dug for a fork to take a piece. His eyes met your own, bringing the piece of vanilla cake into his mouth. 

Zayne gently closed his lips around the fork before taking it out and setting it down, letting his sense of taste take over what type of compliments to send your way. However, the cake was moist, too moist. His mouth felt the supposed baked cake be a mix of crumbs and something that was more liquid than solid: the batter. His facial features fought to remain unchanged, yet the twitch of his right eye only gave him away better than his words possibly could. You couldn’t help but wince as Zayne swallowed that bite, wondering what he’d say next. If there was a man that could hurt with honesty, it was Dr. Zayne. 

“That was the best cake I’ve ever-” “You are a terrible liar, Doctor Zayne!” You countered back, not even letting the brunette finish that poor excuse of a compliment. You noted the way Zayne jumped slightly at the raising of your voice, almost looking unsure of how else to comfort you. 

“It’s vanilla.” “Oh, really? I thought it was red velvet.”

“I like the frosting.” 

“I bought the frosting.” 

“Oh.” 

Silence. 

“Well…”

You could see his insistence in giving you a compliment. Any compliment. However, it only becomes more harmful than beneficial. It’s enough to make you crack up, your shoulders shaking as you conceal your laughter. It was too funny to not laugh, seeing the tall doctor stand there uncharacteristically dumbfounded. Dr. Zayne, the very man who prides himself in research about congenital heart abnormalities, now stands there helplessly as he denied honesty in exchange for poor attempts at sympathy. 

“You’re laughing. I thought you’d be upset.” He blurted out, his hands laid awkwardly by his sides. 

“I don’t know how to feel,” You admitted between quiet chuckles, sighing as you took the steps to be in front of him once again. 

Zayne’s eyes softened at your honest answer, chuckling quietly along with you at the situation you both have found yourselves in. He couldn’t help but still marvel at the effort, knowing by the state of the apartment that you have rushed to put this together. You have been trying everything and anything to pry out answers from him about birthdays and gifts. No doubt that this was something you had looked forward to, that much was certain. Rather than feeling guilt about the labor you have subjected yourself to, he first felt gratitude. Gratitude from the very truth that was laid before his eyes, that there was in fact someone out there that cared for him deeply. So much that the very idea of celebrating him brought light to her eyes, brought about a sense of excitement that he was willing to be the source of. 

His hands gently come up to gently cup your cheeks, gently tilting your face up to you look up at him. The mere notion called you to provide him a better explanation of the underbaked cake. 

“I ordered you a cake. A good one, I will say,” You started, recalling the picture the seller sent you of the cake. “It had, like, winter motifs…and I just wanted to surprise you. It’s not coming on time so,” You paused, your shoulders slumping once again. “So I figured I could make a cake quick enough if I started early in the day. Before you picked me up, but now you’re here, so…” 

Zayne’s brows furrowed, his own attention focused on your words. They were laced with resignation in your tone, you frantic approach towards this underbaked cake something he was easily able to identify. Oh, if you knew he didn’t ask for much when it came to you. You had already done more than plenty when it came to his happiness, let alone during his birthday. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Zayne urged quietly, smiling softly down at you. “It’s just a cake. We can have many cakes, my birthday will not be the only reason to grab a cake. However, the person standing here in front of me, however,” He trailed off, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as his eyes trailed over your features. He can only feel a pang of affection, the mere thought of your being, your attention, your care, a list of endearing traits to describe you. Nothing compares. “The woman making the cake right now is quite priceless. Far more valuable than a cake, if it were up to me.” 

Immediately your heart panged at the tenderness that oozes from this man’s voice. His breath fanned against your skin, your eyes blink in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. The stress has gotten you this far, making you certain you have guided yourself to failure. However, he easily reminded you of just what kind of man he is, why he was so worth the hassle. The sincerity in his words was something that you can never doubt. You simply hummed in acknowledgement, finding yourself at a loss for words. 

“You’re too precious,” He whispered without a thought, his chuckle breathless as he took the time to relish the sight of your flour stained apron, the flustered look in your eyes. It all was meant to make him remember the best birthday he’s ever experienced. He hoped to be able to tell his parents of just what antics his woman brought herself into for his sake. Zayne’s smile was still intact even more so now that you seemed a bit better when all was said and done. “We should probably clean this mess up before we start heading to the villa, hm?” He suggested, snapping you out of your own thoughts.

“Right,” You concurred, feeling his hands let go of your face as you decided to immediately get to cleaning up. However, as you do so, his hand stops you, gently holding onto your forearm as your eyes met his own once again. “What?”

Before you knew it, a bright blue macaron was in your sights. Half of it had been bitten off by Zayne, the man’s head nodding slightly as the flavor burst in his mouth, the sweetness just right before swallowing his piece. Only then were you reminded of the pack of macarons that you bought meant for the cake. He then hands the other half to you, willing you to open your mouth.

“Hold on, we still have salvageable parts of the cake.”

[antoncore]

thinking about tattoo artist riize ..

— 🎀

like a tattoo | p.wb

a/n: went so overboard that this is a fic…oops

word count: 2k

smut 18+ mdni

everything about wonbin, your tattoo artist, was so so pretty, black tank top with jeans with tattoos covering his arms, his big eyes and his pink lips that were simply kissable. you wanted a cleavage tattoo and was kind of nervous to take off your shirt but you felt comfortable with wonbin as you’d gotten your other tattoos done with him. his voice and overall demeanour helped you feel relaxed as you prepared for the tattoo. you slowly took off your shirt, wonbin looking over as he tried to hide how turned on he was by your big tits, noticing that your nipples were pierced too.

wonbin maintained his composure with a warm smile, his voice soothing as he said, “alright, let’s start. just relax for me, alright angel?” you nodded, feeling reassured by his presence. wonbin prepared his tools, his focus shifting entirely to the task at hand. he began outlining the design with gentle precision, his hands steady and skilled. the initial prick of the needle made you tense up slightly making wonbin say softly, “it’s okay, angel, just relax. that’s it, you’re all good.” you couldn’t help but blush at the way he spoke to you, starting to get wet in your panties, not that you could do anything about it right now.

as he continued, wonbin couldn’t hold himself back from getting hard at the sight of your pretty tits. close to losing focus at the thought of having them in his mouth, playing with your nipples as you moaned his name. but he kept going, paying attention to every detail of your tattoo. after finishing the tattoo and filling in all the details, he leaned back, admiring his work. “all done, angel. looks pretty on you, hm?” you looked down at the fresh ink, smiling with satisfaction. the tattoo was exactly what you had envisioned, intricate and beautifully placed. you smiled up at wonbin, who was still admiring his work, his eyes lingering on your cleavage.

“thank you, wonbin. it looks perfect," you said, your voice genuinely appreciative. wonbin smiled back, his eyes finally meeting yours. "i'm glad you like it, angel, really suits you." his voice was soft, almost intimate, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks again. he found himself looking at your chest again for a moment too long before he snapped back to reality. "i, uh, should get you cleaned up," he said, his voice slightly huskier than before. wonbin reached for a cloth and some antiseptic, gently dabbing around the fresh tattoo. his touch was soft and careful, but you could feel the tension in the air. you bit your lip, trying to suppress the flutter of excitement in your stomach.

"hold still for me, angel," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned closer, the closeness making your heart race. as he finished cleaning the tattoo, his fingers brushed against the underside of your breast, you couldn't help but let out a small gasp, your eyes meeting his. you saw the way wonbin's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he looked at you, quickly taking his hand away. “touch me wonbin, please,” you said breathily, feeling yourself getting even wetter. “you sound so cute like that, how can i say no?” he replied, before getting on top of you, his hand cupping your tit now which made you whine. he played around with your piercing gently, his thumb brushing over the sensitive metal and sending shivers down your spine. wonbin's eyes were locked on yours, the tension between you almost tangible.

wonbin leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "i was thinking about touching you like this the whole time, angel." you moaned softly in response, your body arching into his touch. "bin, please... don't stop," you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. “bin? aww, what a cute nickname, angel. must be so needy, hm?” he teased, his voice low and clearly running out of patience before he kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with an eagerness that left you breathless. his other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you even closer. you could feel his hardness pressing against you, and it only fueled your desperation for him further.

wonbin broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck to your chest. he took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the piercing and making you gasp. he took the other nipple between his fingers, gently tugging and rolling it. the sensation was almost too much to bear, your hands tangling in his hair as you held him close. “so beautiful, my angel," he murmured against your skin. "can't get enough of you." you could hardly think straight, your mind clouded with pleasure. "bin, i need you," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. “patience, y/n, just wanna focus on these pretty tits for a bit,” he said, his voice teasing.

wonbin continued paying attention to your tits, alternating between sucking on your pierced nipples and gently kneading them. with every touch, you squirmed, making it harder to stay still. his hands eventually began to wonder, sliding down your sides and grazing the hem of your skirt. he glanced up at you, watching the way your face flushed, his eyes darkening with lust. “can i?” he asked, his voice anticipating. you nodded eagerly, unable to form words as your breath hitched in your throat. his fingers slid under your skirt, caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs. he teased you, his fingers brushing against your panties but not quite touching where you needed him so desperately. you squirmed on the tattoo chair, a desperate whine escaping your lips. “please, bin," you begged.

he smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "such a good girl, asking so nicely," he murmured, finally slipping his fingers past the waistband of your panties. his touch felt so good that you couldn't help but arch into him as he found your wetness. “so wet for me, angel," he whispered, his fingers sliding easily inside your slick folds. he found your clit, circling it with gentle pressure that made you gasp. "feels good, doesn't it, angel?" “yes, so good," you moaned, your hips bucking pathetically against his hand. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every stroke of his fingers.

“n-need you inside me,” you stuttered, longing for wonbin’s cock. he gave a low appreciative hum, eyes darkening at your words. “what did i say, angel? patience, i know what i’m doing,” wonbin whispered as his fingers continued working you open. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you could feel yourself trembling with need. his thumb pressed firmly against your clit while his fingers curled to hit that perfect spot that made you see stars. “oh god, bin," you moaned, your head falling back. "’m so close." “cum for me, angel," he commanded softly, his lips brushing against your ear. “wanna feel you fall apart for me." the combination of his voice and the skill of his fingers sent you over the edge. you cried out his name, your body arching off the chair as you came all over his fingers. he didn't stop though, coaxing every last bit of your orgasm out of you until you were left panting and spent.

wonbin finally withdrew his hand, his eyes full of admiration and lust as he looked at you. "you're so beautiful, angel," he said, his voice filled with affection. you reached for him, pulling him close and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. "fuck me," you whispered against his mouth. "please." he didn't need any more encouragement, standing up and quickly unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off, leaving him in just his boxers. you couldn't help but admire his body, the way his tattoos covered him so flawlessly. he pulled you to the edge of the tattoo chair, lifting your skirt and sliding your panties down your legs. his eyes roamed over you, taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"you're so fucking perfect," wonbin whispered, smirking as he positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance. you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer. "please, bin. fuck me," you begged, needing to feel him inside you. with one swift motion, he buried his cock inside you, filling you perfectly. both of you moaned at the sensation, loving the way the other felt. his movements were slow and deliberate at first, letting you adjust to the feeling of him deep inside you. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands returning to your breasts, playing with your nipples which he knew would make you feel even more pleasure.

"god, you feel so good, angel," wonbin groaned, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, his thrusts becoming more insistent. he thrusted so deeply that it had you whimpering and clinging to him. “yes, binnie, yes," you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you matched his pace. the sensation of him filling you, combined with the way he was teasing your nipples had your head going insane. "please, more." "such a good girl for me," he muttered against your skin, his breath hot on your neck. he shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit the perfect spot inside you with every thrust. "tell me how much you want it." “i want it so bad," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. "need you, need you to fuck me harder."

wonbin obliged, unable to deny you of what you wanted, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, making you cry out his name over and over. wonbin's hands roamed your body, one hand gripping your hip while the other continued to play with your breasts, his thumb brushing over your pierced nipple in a way that made you shiver. “so beautiful, fuck,” he groaned, his pace relentless. “wish i could stay like this all day and all night.” you gradually felt yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, his thrusts so fast and deep, hitting every spot inside you just like you wanted.

“bin, i’m gonna cum,” you whined, voice barely above a whisper. “that’s it, angel. cum for me,” wonbin commanded. “wanna feel you cum on my cock, ok?” his words had you spiralling again, crying out as you came. he didn’t stop, thrusting deep inside of you to prolong your orgasm. he felt himself getting close, trying to pull out but you tightened your legs around his waist despite feeling overstimulated. “no, please,” you pleaded, your voice breathless. “want you to cum inside me.” he couldn’t resist, his thrusts growing erratic, each one more desperate than the last. “didn’t wanna pull out anyway, wanna fill you up angel,” he confessed in a broken moan, the words making you gasp. with a final, deep thrust, he buried himself as deeply inside you as he could, his body tensing as he came inside you. the feeling of his cum inside you and the way you clenched around his cock had the two of you breathless and trembling.

you stayed as you were for a moment, wrapped around each other and heavily breathing. wonbin slowly pulled back, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "i could stay like this forever,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. you smiled up at him as you replied with, “me too,” reaching to kiss him softly. he helped you clean up, his touch gentle and attentive. once you were both dressed again, he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “thank you, wonbin," you said softly. “no, thank you, my pretty y/n,” he replied, kissing your forehead.

“want me to take you home, angel? i wanna take care of you,” wonbin continued, smiling softly, slighting giggling. you nodded, grateful for his offer. you looked down at the fresh ink on your chest once again, now carrying a dual meaning, a tattoo that would make you remember what just happened.