#🩰 anon ࣪ ˖

[starkeysprincess]

Hear me out…soft dom!Drew being lovey-dovey, praising, and reader accidentally calls him Rafe, she’s so embarrassed but he loves it and immediately switches like “ok. I can be Rafe.” 🤭

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pairing: drew starkey x reader warnings: unprotected sex, praising, creampie, 18+ mdni

a/n: bae ily for this thought, i had fun writing it 🙈 hope u enjoy mwah <3

"you feel so good, baby", drew mutters against your lips, his tongue sliding against yours. he works his way down your jaw to your neck, peppering kisses on your soft skin.

your legs were loosely wrapped around his hips as he rolled his hips into yours in slow, steady strokes.

"god, you're so fuckin' perfect" drew nips at your neck, "you were made for me".

he could feel your pussy growing more wet with each word, "you like that, huh? like hearing me say you're made for me?", his chest rumbling as he chuckled, pulling his face away from your neck to watch your face contort into pleasure.

"rafe", you whined, your brain didn't register the name that slipped out of your mouth until he spoke, "what did you just call me?".

your eyes widen instantly, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment and you're at a loss for words, stammering out an apology.

he couldn't help but feel more turned on than he already was, a smug look on his face and his pride swelling upon hearing you moan the name, "rafe, huh?".

his hands slid down your thighs, grabbing at your knees before pushing them till they were pressed against your tits.

drew pulled a small squeak from you when he slowly pulled out before slamming back into you, his large hands keeping you spread open for him, your knees pinned against your tits. his pace becoming persistent, hips smacking your ass with each harsh thrust.

your nails clawed at his biceps as he pounded into your soaked cunt, his lower abdomen hitting your clit with every thrust, "drew..." you whined.

“fuck…look at you” he grunted, “takin’ my cock so well”.

his hands encircle the back of your calves, pulling them up and over his shoulders, your tits jiggling the harder he pumps his hips. the new position allowed him to move deeper, your brain turning into nothing but mush as his cock massaged your inner walls, his tip hitting your cervix repeatedly.

drew's hand travels over your tits, firmly gripping your jaw, forcing you to suck on his thumb when he slips it past your lips, "good fuckin' girl".

your pussy flutters around him from both the praise and his relentless thrusts, "drew...'m gonna cum" you slurred incoherently. your words were like music to his ears, his cock pushing deeper into your squelching cunt as his hips moved faster.

drew dips his head down, teeth grazing and biting your neck, "c'mon, sweet girl, cum all over my cock".

you cry out, his name falling from your lips as your orgasm washes over you, creaming all over his cock, "there you go, baby" he coos, his thrusts becoming sloppy, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm.

drew moans into the flesh of your neck, hips stuttering and coming to a halt, painting your walls white with his cum.

[devil-in-hiding]

farmer!reader who is ovulating, loves thigh riding and wearing sundresses

so one particular day after having a big lunch the boys decided they needed to get some firewood to make a bomb-fire. price decides to stay back and help reader clean up after lunch and while they did finish cleaning up reader¡ notices price on the couch with his head towards the janky old tv that barley has signal and the way he’s man-spreading with his see white tank top and tight jeans on reader!¡ starts feeling a pool of heat as she watches how his pants cling to his thighs so she decides to make her way towards price to lift her dress over her hips and sit on his thigh while subtly grinding against him she thinks he’s not paying attention to her but he secretly very into it. he’s also ignoring her trying to see how long she would last until she says something and after about 15 minutes or so she feels embarrassed she’s just been basically humping his leg leaving wet spots and whining about how much she loves getting on his thigh and babbling about how good it feels but after a while she she decides to get off of him since he’s been staring only at the tv rock hard ignoring her and as she about to go up the stairs price tells her that she didn’t finish so his tv show wasn’t done and she wouldn’t be allowed to leave until she came no matter how long it takes.

sorry this makes no grammatical or actual sense i’m writing this while fighting sleep and high

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hnngggggg please for the love of god thigh riding is so fuckin 😩😩😩

god this goes hand in hand with big boy price gaining weight on the farm because those fuckin thighs in worn jeans is just drool worthy

so it’s no wonder that you innocently climb into his lap, sitting on his knee just how he likes, and in just a way you can grind against his thigh, and he’s no idiot, he can feel the minuscule shift of your hips, and the growing wet spot spreading across his denim, but he pays no mind, keeping his eyes focused on a random episode of law and order from your dvd case

he can tell your getting frustrated, chest flushed and frustrated little grunts leaving your lips, movements picking up in speed ever so slightly, and he can feel your eyes looking to him, searching for any type of praise, encouragement, but he ignores it, even though he wants nothing more than to rip your useless panties right off and bounce you on his cock, use your tight cunt as his personal cocksleeve for the rest of the evening

but he likes watching his pretty woman turn into a teary eyed begging mess, doesn’t happen often, so he relishes in it when it does.

[hyewka]

Okay okay!

Imagine walking in on long time bestfriend Kai using a pussy pocket on himself! Like...he's whimpering and moaning, edging himself and bullying his pretty dick with it.

And reader is like standing there not knowing what to do in a situation like this except feel the heat pool between her legs until Kai loudly chants reader's name while he's cumming...moaning and whining as he drains himself of everything he's got.

(+ he has such a sweet, reddened face, all sweaty and breathy but his arms are all veiny, wrapped around his huge cock!!....???!!)

From your new freaky deeky anon that loves you so much!!

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warnings. assumed kai stole mc’s panties, perv!kai, pocket pussy, sub!kai, childhood best friends, not proofread i got a little excited over this ask lol

when your parents decided to take up the chance of renting a summer vacation home with kai’s family tagging along, practically tight knit family friends because of you and kai’s inseparability since childhood, you agreed in a heartbeat. though you basically see hueningkai enough as it is, you haven’t seen his parents and sisters in forever.

it’s all cheerful and relaxing, getting pulled into a tight, all too familiar hug by kai’s mom when they finally arrive a few hours after you guys settled in, on about how much she missed you and playfully scolding you for not catching up with her that often. “any boyfriend yet?” she teases with a tilt to her voice.

you groan, cheeks hurting with the smile permanent on your face. “not yet aunty, still single.”

“but you’re such a pretty young lady!” Her flattery always has you feeling giddy because you know she means it every time. “stop it” you mutter, carrying her bag for her.

“you know he’s available right?” she gestures towards kai who was unloading the suitcases from the trunk. you unintentionally hone in the bead of sweat that drips down his face, the sun blazing hot shining on him. damn. you snap out of it when she speaks up again. “when you guys get married, i’m owed a thousand.”

you chuckle when he snaps his head to you guys as if his ears are trained to pick up on a conversation that had to do with marriage when it comes out of his mother’s mouth. this is such a typical interaction, always reminding you that you and kai might as well just get married already with like, five kids—you’re almost unfazed. “mom, stop!” he whines, the tips of his ears red.

“hey, this is a girl’s conversation you’re not allowed to join in.” she shoos and you almost double over in laughter at his facial expression as he immediately drops it, going in the house dragging two suitcases loaded with a duffel bag. he always pouts whenever he’s frustrated and its the funniest thing ever.

“he’s such a baby, jesus.” she sighs. “but he’s lovable.” it comes from a motherly place, but it still feels almost like she’s giving you a nudging.

he’s lovable.

but you know that. he is your best friend after all. So you laugh it off.

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you feel like such a pervert. you’ve been standing here for an entire five minutes without a single movement of a muscle. but between the two of you, who was the nastier one?

the one peeking through the already halfway opened door coincidentally or the one having a pair of lace underwear pressed under their nose…while deliriously jacking off. well, okay, you’re kind of at fault for being glued to your spot and not just shutting the door for his privacy but jesus christ. kai was using an entire sex toy in a house full of family? you know the walls were pretty sound proof but your paranoia would dispel any reason for you to act on any sexual urges, so jesus christ.

was he that horny? well he looked it seeing that his legs were entirely spread on his bed. and were those his girlfriend’s panties? but his mom said he was available? so whose-

you’re scared shitless when you notice kai’s clouded, glazed over eyes firmly on you, no longer shut—your hand on the door knob shake. but once again you’re frozen in place, no matter how much your brain tells you to move, you can’t and even crazier, he doesn’t stop even when theres a flash of panic in his features getting rid of the panties pressed to his nose, no—in fact his hand almost blurs as he slides the pocket pussy up and down on his glistening cock. god, his cock. it’s pretty. holy shit it’s pretty. like every part of him, somehow he manages to make an organ that resembles a fucking overcooked hotdog look good. you feel your throat dry, because even more than it not standing weird or bending in directions, it was fucking huge.

you jolt a little when you hear creaking of stairs, immedietely entering inside hueningkai’s room and shutting the door behind you in panic. you lock it.

“fuck.” you breathe. you think you might’ve lost your mind. you really do. because in normal circumstances you would probably unintentionally cockblock him, or at least say something. anything. but you’re fucking enamored at the way his brows furrow, the way he hisses low curses, his broad chest unrhythmic as it falls up and down, heaving.

you’ve always had a hint of his size the few times you’ve caught what you assumed to be accidental boners, but you didn’t know it was this big. It’s almost intimidating. and it has you rubbing your thighs pathetically.

the squelching sounds of the terribly gracious amount of lube and what you assume to be his precum barely does the job of drowning out his pathetic mewls and whining.

all color drains from your face when he calls out to you. it almost felt like you were watching a camboy for a second there. “Y/N, fuck-fuck fuck, are you-” he chokes, the sweat making his face practically glow under the dim light of his room. “do you like this?” he pants, eyes wet and big—the most vulnerable you’ve seen them.

you find yourself dumbly nodding, like you were under some sort of spell, unable to get out words as his moan strains with a final breath, bucking his hip up with the pocket pussy firmly pressed down in his entire length. It looks straight out of a porno the way his mouth falls open, your name out of his lips sinfully once again as he tenses, orgasming.

your instinct is to immediately go to cover his mouth, because for a moment there, he was too goddamn loud! but, god was that a mistake. Because you get a closer look of the drenched panties peeking from under him and your breath hitches.

then your eyes slowly trail back to kai’s that were just completely fucked out. the sheets being covered with dried semen has you guessing that hes been going at it for hours.

was that why his texts to you to shut the bathroom lights were so weirdly full of misspellings? did he…leave the door open on purpose?

his whimper against your palm sends jolts, and your eyes widen at seeing he had his hand on his cock again, pain etched on his eyes, clearly from the overstimulation but he tugs until its growing hard in his hand again, all while holding his eyes on your face. you gulp.

this was going to be a long week.

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note. i love childhood best friends sub!kai like theres somethinggg about him

[q1ngqve]

Can I ask for Dilf! Aventurine, getting all weak and needy for kindergarten teacher! Reader. Seeing all his children like her is a plus one in his book!

Him seeing that tight apron hugging reader, showing off her curves, wishing it was him who'd hold those hips of hers and give her more children to take care of. So by the time they get close (asked her out and go on lots of dates) things get spicy 👀👀👀

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🪷🫧💭 — this isn’t exactly a fic… more like a drabble (also requests are closed!)

CW; dilf aventurine x fem! reader, cream pie! (yum)

he is most definitely always the first parent that arrives at the kindergarten at the end of each day, until he spots the new teacher walking out with his kids one day when he arrives late.

he is so so smitten with you, it's literally love at first sight! how could someone look so beautiful wearing a tight apron with two young children by her side? his heart pounds so loud he can swears you can hear it when you smile at him, introducing yourself as his children's new teacher.

stammers when you ask if he's okay, he looks like he's heating up! doesn't notice the way his kids smiling cheekily at your interaction, knowing their dad has a crush on their new teacher.

decides to come late from that day onwards just so that he could have a short period of time to be with you without other parents around. his kids teases him so much, going around telling their friends in class that their dad has a crush on their teacher. but how could he not fall for you when you literally look like an angel sent from heaven, just for him!!!!!

offers to drive you home one day when it was raining! you know you shouldn't, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel anything whenever you're around him. steps out of the car to open your door for you and locks the door behind him to make sure his kids don't run out and interrupt, because he's about to ask you out!

ended up staying over at your house the night he takes you out because you guys had alcohol and he couldn't drive home (he has a driver but he is sneaky about it) the moment you guys step into your house, he has you pinned against the wall, lips on yours as his hands roam all over your body, finally releasing his long controlled urge to fuck you!

confesses all his feelings for you since the moment he laid eyes on you! practically throws you onto the bed and grabs at your hips to pull you back! almost cums in you the moment he enters raw for the first time! couldn't control his mouth, he says all those filthy, teasing words and laughs when you clamp down on him, your hips pushing back to meet his on its own accord.

fucks his cum into you again and again until he's satisfied!!!!! stuffs the cum back in with his fingers when they leak out of you >:(

[artdcnaldson]

PAT GIVING ART A BLOWJOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg elaborate need ur thoughts………

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Patrick's first BLOWJOB 💜 (giving ofc <3)

He's just curious! Maybe they're both high or crossed after a party with Art's Stanford tennis friends, and Patrick just wants to know what it's like!! He fucks girls' faces all the time, he's just curious what it's like. Maybe he just doesn't phrase it correctly.

"Can I see what your dick tastes like?"

Art narrows his eyes, which is a feat considering they're already half-lidded. "Dude, what?"

But Patrick's a convincing guy (not that either of them needs any convincing, really. The thought has lived in both of their heads for a long time), and their inhibitions are already lowered soooo far that it's not long before Patrick's on his knees between Art's thighs, watching as Art tries to stroke himself to full-hardness.

"How are you gonna— ngh— know what to do?" Art pants, teasing over the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, digging into the slit just the way he likes.

"I'll just copy what girls do," he says. "How hard can it be?"

It's mostly intuitive— Patrick finds, and he can't really find an easy way to describe the taste of cock on his tongue. He likes it, though. The weight and heat of it.

When they were younger, he and Art would compare dick sizes. Soft, then hard, 'cause that's what really counts. They'd frantically jerked off, then lined them up side by side.

"So close, champ," Patrick had teased when he beat him in length. Not that Art had anything to be embarrassed about, but winning was always a rush, in every facet of life.

Now though, with Art's dick in his mouth, his jaw aches a little, and there's so much spit pooling at the corners of his mouth that it's messy.

"Am I doing okay? Is it too messy?" Patrick asks, his voice a little hoarse.

Art nods, flushed from his cheeks to the tip of his nose to the tips of his ears. Flushed even through his cock. "No, you're... it's good, just... maybe you can take it deeper," he pants.

Patrick nods, spitting onto Art's dick. It twitches. He watches as precum beads at the tip and spills down the side, following the vein down the side.

Art whines when Patrick takes him back into his mouth, when his cock presses against the back of his throat and the brunet gags pathetically around it. The drool pooling at the base of Art's cock is thick, stringy, dripping down Art's balls messily.

He has to remind himself to breathe through his nose— to not suffocate around Art's dick, not that it would be too bad of a way to go.

He falls into a rhythm, sucking Art's cock deeper, bobbing his head up and down and relishing in the sound of Art coming apart just above him. Lithe fingers tangle at the back of his head, not pushing, just guiding how he wants. He wonders if the girls who've sucked him off felt comforted by it the way he does.

There's just so much he wants to do. He's not sure if it's because of that innate curiosity, or if it's about Art. Except it is about Art. Everything is, usually. He tries to use a little tongue, to lave over the underside of his cock as he goes deeper. He takes him as deep as he can, which, admittedly, isn't impressive, but is rewarded by the prettiest noise from Art's mouth.

"F— fuck, Pat—" Art slaps at his shoulders frantically. "C'mon, up— fuck— up... Gonna c— shit—"

Art had always cum a lot. Every time they jerked off together, he saw that. But in Patrick's mouth, it was a lot. He feels Art's hot spend paint his tongue and tries to swallow as much as he can. Part of the experiment, part of knowing what it's like. It tastes different than his own cum, not as salty, which is... well, it's something.

Art pants, collapsed back onto the bed with an arm slung over his face. Patrick releases Art's softening cock with a pop.

They both feel a lot more sober now.

[alwaysshallow]

what would happen if simon and higher!ranked reader ran into each other outside of base?? like when they're not on deployment :33

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higher!ranked reader wouldn't really notice simon at first?? i mean, you're focused on getting groceries, tired asf after work and probably tired at the thought of coming home lmao. things with your husband aren't well, you honestly would prefer to live somewhere else, but things are what they are right now. there's not really a way to get out from this marriage just yet.

simon? oh come on, he has his eyes on you since the moment he spot you.

he actually looks for a good moment to chat with you; and this one happens when he "accidentally" bumps with his cart into yours.

you want to snap at whoever it was that decided it's gonna be funny, but the moment you see that blonde lieutenant of yours, you can't help but roll your eyes. "classy, riley," you say, backing off. you go to the vegetables section and he follows you like an obedient dog he is.

"just wanted to say hello." he shrugs. on his lips is his usual smirk, amused by your annoyance. he thinks it's cute you're pouting over something so small.

"off work and you want to say hello? i wouldn't accuse you of that," you huff, smiling with the corner of your lips.

"world is full of surprises." another shrug. "maybe my colonel," he emphasises those two last words, complacency pouring all over him, when he sees how you shiver at those words, "wants some help with making dinner."

he's around the whole time you're actually in the grocery shop. talking shit about his favorite meal, how to prep them and how nutritious they are—even for your kid!

you talk something about making something "yummy" for your husband too, which he completely ignores—till the point you're saying something about his allergy. this could be his chance to poison your husband completely accidentally but is it worth it though.....

he discusses it with kyle later, to be completely laughed at, until garrick realizes that, in fact, ghost wasn't joking about coming to your dinner and killing your husband, so he would have you just to himself:/

[phoxphenex]

hihi!! hru?? hope ur doing great! I wanted to ask u if u could do some haechan texts !! I'm happy with anything (+ i know your texts will eat no matter what), but i was thinking of haechan x 8th/10th member (dream/127). Idkk, im not very creative for this kind of stuff 😭😭 just an idea i had :)))

Anyways, have a good day/night!! <333

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ik these aren’t exactly what you requested (came out to be more grumpy x sunshine than i was expecting lol) but i hope you like them!!

haechan x 127 member!reader

[ohmygs-blog]

!she.r !ri !20 !istp

!mark !renjun !jeno !donghyuck !jaemin !chenle !jisung

nct dream texts i. ^masterlists ^ nct dream texts ii.

my anons! 🐹🍒🐰 💌 🥧 🌠 🍞🧸🌻🪩🩰 🍰✨🥟☄️🍄

about me! info!

see recent works!

! bf jisung vii.

! “what would u do if someone asked me out?”

! bf chenle viii.

! bf mark vii.

! “we’d make a great couple.”

! dreamies vs clingy gf

! bf haechan vi.

! calling dreamies pretty boy

! “miss ur face..”

what to expect this month!!

[fawndollie]

haii, do u happen to have any kitty pixels ?

i hope ur doing well !!

(🩰)

hi 🩰!!! of course!! here u go ^__^

[princessbrunette]

okay let’s say you cross paths with rafe, what ur technique make him obsessed with you?

-🩰 anon

first you gotta nail the eye contact. rafe wants to feel like the man — he’s spent his life proving himself, so being around someone who makes him feel naturally in a dominant / masculine place will pique his interest. pull out all the usual tricks… guys are simple. bat your lashes, doe eyes, touch his arm, hold eye contact whilst talking …. etc etc …… then you gotta make him feel seen, catch him off guard by making an observation about him … something he wants other people to acknowledge. i.e; casually slipping into the conversation “wow, you really seem to be stepping up considering everything that’s going on. idk how you do it.” before moving on. he’ll remember it. when you go to leave, touch him again, be sweet n stuff but don’t make any kind of follow up to see him again. don’t ask for his socials or number…. just disappear. he will chase u ✋🏼 that’s the recipe

[stxrslut]

can you please write rafe x reader in subspace? like she’s had a really stressful day and she just can’t use her big girl brain and rafe gets home from work and immediately feels something off in the house and he finds his sweet girl and takes care of her?

i love you sm and i hope you’re having a wonderful week 🫶

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thankyou! I’m having an alright week, my periods just ended so I’m in an extra good mood!

he can tell somethings wrong just by the way that the house is quiet when he gets home, normally you’d be squealing and pouncing on him.

he makes his way up to the bedroom, opening the door tentatively. you’re laying on your side on the bed, sniffling and whining as you fuck yourself with the dildo he’d bought for you not even a month ago.

he frowns and walks over, crouching down infront of the bed to be on your level. he brings a hand up to brush a thumb over your cheek. “hi baby,” he speaks gently, recognising your headspace and knowing he has to.

your eyes snap open when you see him, a rush of relief hitting you at the fact that he can finally look after you. “daddy,” you sniffle, arching your back as you feel your orgasm approaching you, “need y’to… help me.” you plead. the hand that you’re working the dildo with is gradually slowing as you tire out.

he frowns and reaches down, replacing your hand with his and picking up a pace for you, “how long have you been feelin’ all needy like this huh?” he coos, stroking over your cheek.

“all day,” you whine “need you, been needin’ you so bad daddy!” you let out a choked sob as your climax crashes down on you.

he chuckles as you squirm, whining and crying out for him. “oh there she is, doin’ so good for me. good girl, m’gonna take care of you, ‘kay? that’s good, just ride it out.”

[simpjaes]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT JAY BEING A BIG TITTY LVR LIKE UGHHH I JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE SO HAPPY WHENEVER HES WITH YOU LIKE UGH WHENEVER YOU ASK HIM FOR HELP WITH ANYTHING, HE WOULD DEFF BE LOOKING AT YOUR TITTYS THE ENTIRE TIMEEE 🤭🤭💗💗💗 (can I be anon 🩰 ? If you alr have one then can I be 🏵️? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻)

i just want jay to see a pretty girl with huge tits and malfunction mid conversation with her.

like, "jay? hello? did you hear me?"

and his eyes are glued to your chest with his mouth slightly open ;o; and he's like "huh? oh. yeah, what did you say?"

but when you repeat yourself he's malfunctioning again bc all he can think about is pressing his face between them and kissing them and grabbing them and shoving his cock between them and........

imagine having a conversation with him and watching him just be horny the whole time :/// to the point it's like several months into your friendship......and like, the two of you agreed to do one last study session at your place before the final-- and as you're leaned over the table trying to reach for his notes, his hand grabs your wrist and pulls you even closer as he stands and leans in too sdlkjfklsdjlkfs and he just goes..........

"can i see them?"

bc he genuinely cannot stop thinking about it and at this point doesn't care if he seems rude or perverted. and you're like "what? my notes?"

and you watch his eyes glance down to your chest for the millionth time before flicking back up to your eyes.

"no, like, can you take your shirt off?"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[yongvillage]

hi slaterrr <3 i love ur works, ur talented bb, i had a thought or two about dejun if ur interested

xiaojun who’s a loser and keeps to himself mostly, nerdy nd gets picked on, but jerks off to your pics when he’s alone, stealing ur sweatshirt that u left in class and stroking himself in his room to the scent of u… stuff like that :3 i just know he’ll be giddy when he gets his hands on u too

(ps, do u do emoji anons? if so, could i be 🩰 anon? if not, that’s perfectly fine too xx)

AHHH hii anon, im so happy u like my works this ask means sm to me tyyyy 🥲💘

also i have been thinking abt doing emoji anons so congrats !!! ur the first one hehe 🩰

this one turned out a little longer than usual but i js had too much fun with this ask LOL i love loser dejun

ⓘ nerd!xiaojun, perversion, mating press, unprotected sex

you'd always see loser!xiaojun near your locker, peeking over his textbooks as he would frantically push his glasses up and look away nervously when you walked by.

he wasn't the loud or outgoing type, instead, he liked to watch from a distance. he'd savor the moment, admiring how effortlessly beautiful you were before the inevitable happened. before the same group of jocks would come by and knock his belongings out of his hands, yelling out ludicrous and malicious insults as they walked away. you'd always turn your back before you saw, though, paying him no mind as he scrambled to pick up his countless books.

thankfully, you only had one class with him, grateful that you didn't have to spend too much time around that creep. you'd heard rumors, about how he supposedly stalked girls around school and spied through their windows. they sounded a little foolish, but it was better to be safe than sorry, so you kept your distance.

as class finished up, you quickly packed all your things in your backpack, getting out of your seat, and you were in such a rush you forgot your sweatshirt. it sat idly on your desk, and xiaojun almost jumped out of excitement as he saw you exit the room for good, eyeing you, and then the sweatshirt.

he stalled for a bit, taking extra long to pack up his own things as he waited for everyone to pour out. once he felt the coast was clear, he snatched the sweatshirt, the scent of you already making him slightly delirious. he tripped on his own feet as he hastily ran out of the classroom, eager to go home.

he'd waste no time, shutting his bedroom door as he sat at his desk, pulling his pants down all the way to his ankles. his dick was flushed and leaking copious amounts of precum, and xiaojun wondered what you'd say, or what you'd do, if you were here. he pictured you watching him stroke his hard cock as he pressed your sweatshirt tightly against his nose, greedily inhaling the smell of your perfume, bodywash, and everything else your assumedly smoothe and supple skin had to offer his senses.

xiaojun swore he'd came in less than 30 seconds, the quickest he'd ever finished. but he didn't stop there, he didn't stop for the next three hours until his unknowing mother called him down for dinner.

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it wasn't until two weeks later in the library when your friends dared you to talk to him, proclaiming that he'd "probably piss his pants the minute you came in a 6 feet radius of him." you laughed, shrugging their comments off as you casually walked up to him. his head was buried in a textbook, his hand hurriedly scratching down notes.

"hey."

xiaojun didn't hear you, seemingly too focused on his studying. you tapped him on the shoulder twice.

"hello?"

his head shot up, and his face turned red and sweaty in an instant as he became frenzied, his hands scattering across the table as he began shutting books and putting stuff away in his backpack. he stood up, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.

"h-hi," he pushed up his glasses, yet his eyes never once met yours. you almost felt bad, ignoring your friend's giggling behind you.

suddenly an idea came over you, smirking as you spoke, "would you wanna come over to my place tonight?"

xiaojun's wide eyes finally looked up at your face, before quickly looking back down again.

"f-for what? um, if you'd like homework answers i-i could just message them to you."

you chuckled, "no, i meant, like, have sex."

xiaojun chokes, going into a full blown cough attack. you stared patiently as his coughs died down and he looked back at you, droplets of sweat beginning to form on his temples and neck.

"w-what?"

"i mean, unless you don't want to, that's totally fine too," you tested, bititng back a smile as you watched how xiaojun's eyes grew even wider.

"no!" he yelled suddenly, a few other people in the library whipping their heads around to shush the two of you.

"so, i guess that's a yes?" you asked coyly

xiaojun nodded frantically, "y-yeah, i would like to have, um..."

"it's okay, you can say it."

"s-sex. i would like to have sex with you."

you gave him a proud smile, winking once before whispering in his ear, "i'll meet you outside the library after school. you can walk me to my house."

-

the walk to xiaojun’s house was amusing for you, and painful for xiaojun. you had told him to lead the way, and it was relatively silent, with xiaojun periodically lifting his eyes to look at you and seeing that you were already looking at him, thriving off of his shyness. he held his textbooks tightly over his crotch, hiding how hard he was.

a million scenarios played out in his head of what he would do to you once you two arrived, but when the time actually came, he just stood there. xiaojun had never felt like such a stranger in his own room.

you plopped onto the edge of his bed, eyeing him with your legs crossed as you leaned back on your hands.

as soon as you gave him permission to touch you though, it was like letting a dog out of it’s cage. xiaojun quickly got started on undoing his pants, pulling them down to his knees.

you suppressed a moan at the sight, bringing a hand down to rub at your clothed clit.

“fuck, just let me finger myself first, need to get myself stretched out for you,” you spoke in a sultry tone, sliding your shorts down your legs and spreading your legs open as he resumed to touch yourself.

xiaojun watched in awe, and you stared curiously as he hadn’t seemed to touch himself, not even once.

you giggled airily, “it’s okay, you can touch yourself.”

xiaojun shook his head quickly, “c-can’t.”

you looked up at him, your middle and index finger inching towards your wet hole as you started fingering yourself slowly.

“ah, and why’s that?” you moaned through your words, your fingers picking up the pace.

“i-i’ll cum too quick,” xiaojun gritted out, his hands balling up at his sides. you laughed at his self restraint, being quickly interrupted by a moan as you tipped your head back when your fingers curled inside you.

“mm, s-so well behaved,” you panted, peeking at xiaojun. your words and actions clearly took a toll on him, his red and sweaty face bringing you near your orgasm.

it only took a few more seconds before you came. your hips spasmed and legs trembled as you gave your clit one last, soothing rub, before reaching up to tug on xiaojun’s cock.

he grunts, his hands hesitantly resting on your knees as you did all the work, aligning his leaky tip to your entrance. xiaojun lost all self control in that moment, just the simple touch of your hot hole causing his hips to slam forward, knocking the wind out of you.

“shit,” he whispers out, almost strangled as he stared down at where the two of you met.

“m-move, xiaojun, please,” you panted out, hands coming to grip onto the back of your knees.

your words set off like a trigger to a gun in xiaojun’s mind, his hands suddenly slapping yours away and putting you into a mating press, his hips snapping into you at a brutal pace.

you looked up at xiaojun’s face, beads of sweat traveling down his cheeks and sideburns. the both of you were breatheless, hyperventilating at xiaojun’s newfound, animalistic thrusts.

“fuck, s-slow.. slow down, ah!” you moaned, your nails ripping at xiaojun’s navy sheets. his dick poked you in all the right places, and his crushing weight left you choking on your moans.

it looked like xiaojun wanted to say something, but all that came out was incoherent murmurs of curses and proclamations of how good you felt. his glasses fogged up and began sliding down his face, one of his hands coming off of the back of your knee to quickly slide them back up to the top of his nose bridge.

“you think about this? think about fucking me like this?” you managed to choke out, a lazy smile plastered on your face as you brought your hands up to xiaojun’s shoulders, nails raking up and down his back.

“fuck, s-so much,” he panted, mouth hanging open as his hips crashed onto the back of your thighs, hands grasping and kneading the plush of them, “y-you don’ even know…”

you whimpered at xiaojun’s words, your stomach beginning to twist and turn as your moans got especially loud, signaling that you were close.

xiaojun’s stutters and spurs, the only words you were able to make out being cum. you hummed contentedly.

“please let me cum in you, p-please, need to, need to cum i-inside,” he rambled unintelligibly, his thrusts growing sloppy and untimed.

you nodded wordlessly, too weak and spent to give him a spoken answer. you were on birth control anyway, and the thought of xiaojun pulling out now made you unsatisfied.

suddenly, all at once, both you and xiaojun cum at the same time. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching off of the bed as your limbs trembled. pants and moans echoed throughout his room, and you whined at the sticky, hot cum flooding your cunt. but before you had any time to recover, xiaojun turns you over on your stomach, his ruthless pace picking back up, giving you no time to even breathe.

a black, stained sweater at the front of xiaojun’s bed catches your eye, and you can’t shake off the feeling of how familiar it looked.

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[eyesxxyou]

on the topic of ftm hobie -let's talk about how his pussy is nice and dark, not bubblegum pink. with his skin tone there's no way he doesn't have the prettiest hyperpigmented pussy, all creamy with the biggest tdick. he loves to show himself off to you, walking around the house wearing nothing but a baggy shirt, bending down to "pick somethin' up",

-🕸

Hobie's cunt is definitely hyperpigmented. It's a rich and dark, and surprisingly fat for someone so skinny. It's not pink but it's definitely just as pretty, if not prettier. He knows it and you know it.

It gets all creamy when you fuck him, his t-dick the biggest you've ever seen, hard and aching for your touch. The pretty, dark pussy of his can take so much of your cock, to the hilt. It gets wet so easily and ends up dripping through his underwear. He moans so nice and deep and pretty-like when you stroke his cock while fucking his hole. He's such a slut for it that he spreads his legs as far as they can go and watches with eager eyes the way you thrust into him.

You better believe that it squirts and creams at the same time. You fuck him hard enough and he'll give you all he has to offer. Usually he'll squirt while you're fucking him and then cream on your length when he cums, coating your cock white while you continue to pump in and out of him.

He likes it when you cum on his pussy too, pull out just enough to coat those swollen lips of his in your pleasure until it's dripping off of him. Likes it when you gather it up on the head of your cock and spread it before pushing back into him.

Hobie has the prettiest pussy in all the land and I stand by that.

[mattscoquette]

Chris is the type of boy to very aggressively make out with his gf in the back-round of stream and video it gets to the point that Matt and nick have to sit in between them or if it daring  a car video, Chris is not allowed to sit in the backseat he hast to sit in the front seat. He does not have a choice 

-🩰

LMFAOOO FR HE CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS TO HIMSELF

[artdcnaldson]

that blurb of patrick w the baby…… cat im spiraling…….

forever thinking of dad!patrick… uncle!patrick….. with urs and arts baby….

but also like…. reader x artrick…. idk someone u know has a baby and asks u to babysit…… the boys r sooo scared kinda but also seeing u take care of a baby… ur a natural….

-🩰

Patrick with kids ougghhhhh my weakness <3 also IVE MISSED U BABE

“Uncle” Patrick with you and Art’s baby :((( but now I’m thinking about Patrick being so scared to hold you and Art’s baby because it’s so fragile and small and perfect and his family is so fucked up he feels like he’ll ruin her just through association :(((

Like, his hands start shaking so bad whenever he holds her, he’s got this weird mental block where he feels like he needs to resent her for changing things so much. Like it’s her fault. He knows he cares about the baby— she’s yours and Art’s for christssake— but isn’t it better to push that distance now so he doesn’t ruin her life later.

And you and Art want her to call him Dad too, which makes him want to puke. Patrick, who got a vasectomy at age 24. Dad. He can’t do that. He can’t be that. He knows that, even if you and Art are too blind to see it yourselves.

But you and Art see things too. You see the way Patrick is the first one to wake up when she gets fussy at night, the person who can calm her down the fastest. It’s like he has a voice for soothing, for murmuring little made up bedtime stories that ease her back to sleep. If Patrick ever found out you or Art heard, he’d jump off a bridge. He’s so attuned, so instinctive. It’s like she’s his blood as much as she is Art’s, as she is yours.

She cries and Patrick cries with her because it makes his heart physically ache in a way he can’t explain and he doesn’t want to examine. He reads pages of Art’s parenting book bc he wants to do better. Patrick is as much of a parent as anyone else. You and Art love Patrick, you all love your baby. The semantics will settle where they do, where you’ve known they will.