#FUCKKKK the recollections are back

[dansemacabre]

ohhh u know it’s bad when dream takes the “we might not get along now but we made a great thing ^-^” high road. he’s not even trying to defend himself. like everyone knows he bullied that sixteen year old he can’t even coke rant about it and say his adhd made him do it or whatever

the fact that he pulled out the coveted WORLD DOWLOAD for damage control is CRAZYYYYY

[jeon-ify]

request from @sanspuppet !!

8. wanna fuck you in the back seat

21. atta girl, taking it so deep on your stomach

.MDNI.

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deep in the back seat- keeho

“my god keeho, you never wanna go on road trips! its only 4 hours its not like-“ he sighed. he never likes driving. ever. and if he ever did drive, it’ll only be around the city, or to go on dates— but never for over 30 minutes.

lately, you’ve been wanting to go to another state. road trips are so much fun, but only with keeho. he made everything so much more fun and elevated. he listens to the same music, he raps the same verses you do, and he just gets it.

“ok, yeah we’ll go. but don’t expect me to drive the entire way there, baby. at least drive half way.” he argues. he’s wearing a white tee that hugs his neck so perfectly, and black baggy sweatpants. he’s wearing the chain you got him for his birthday, and the cologne you bought him for christmas. it’s his favorite.

you can’t stop staring no matter how hard you tried. he likes arguing with you just to argue with you. it turns him on. but at things like this, its kinda hard to tell if he’s serious or not.

“kee, are you serious..” you drop your eyes and lose all recollection of whatever he just said.

“kee, i’ll drive wherever, baby. just go with me. we’ll have so much fun,” you beg, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes drop to your lips.

“i’ll come with you, pookie. but you gotta play my song. promise me baby.”

keeho LOVES dirty music. his favorite was ‘friends’ by chase atlantic.

“yesss, i’ll play it!!” you laugh.

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the drive out of state is so much more fun with keeho. he’s still in the same clothes he was in at home, but you’re wearing a crop and his black sweats. he wasnt any smaller or bigger than you, but his clothes are gonna be a tad bit baggier.

“AND WHAT THE HELL WERE WE?? TELL ME WE WERENT JUST FRIENDS!!! THIS DOESNT MAKE MUCH SENSE NO” you’re both screaming with the windows down, your hand in your boyfriend’s face, and his chain shining in the sun.

the song comes to an end and you and him take a deep breath. “my god, never gets old.” he says. he looks at you in a way you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“baby, pull over.” he asks, making all the eye contact possible.

“wait what? we’re literally almost there. relax, kee.” he wants to fuck you.

“if you dont pull over in the next 10 minutes, y/n.” he threatens. you don’t wanna push his buttons so you speed up and find an empty parking lot.

“okay!! god, i’m pulling over stop fucking yelling!” you argue. you really really want him to fuck you.

“get in the back. wanna fuck you in the back seat, pretty girl.” he groans and stares at your ass while you move to the back. he takes his shirt off while youre switching seats, and he follows you. he sits in the middle, manspreading and his cock hard the entire ride. you see it twitch just a little bit and you shift your eyes to his collarbone.

“kee, what’s gotten you so worked up, hm?” you ask, your doe eyes staring straight into his sharp almond eyes. you run your fingers up his collarbones and to his neck.

“you look too pretty, baby. couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you right here. want you on my cock ‘til youre screaming.” he moans. he moans.

his voice sends a thrill to your pussy and he grabs your hair and pushes you deeper into his kiss. he owns you, he owns your body and you willingly gave into him. the kiss is all tongue and teeth, he’s deep in your mouth and he tastes like the sweetest candy. “kee, please. please touch me.” you moan. he moves his hand to your throat and applies pressure right below your jaw, and he watches the way your eyes roll back.

“get on top of me baby, don’t even need to prep you, you’re soaking my fuckin’ pants.” he puts his middle and ring finger in your mouth and fucks your throat with his hand. “there you go, baby. get me soaked, all over baby. fuckkkk.” his eyes roll back and you feel him twitch again under you.

he moves his hand from your mouth and runs them under your pants just to feel that you were already fucking soaked since before you left the house 2 hours ago. “keeho, fucking do something please, j-just want you- mmmm.” you moan , as if he fucked you stupid already.

“need to stretch you out before i fuck you, can you even handle me?” he asks, his eyebrows furrow in faux concern and that alone makes you cum. he pushes his soaked fingers into your hole at an ungodly pace, the heel of his hand pushing against your clit. the rush sends you squirting all over his abs and his lower stomach. “fuck, kee, ‘m sorry baby, i’ll clean you up.” you apologize and he shows no emotion, yet he just wants to fuck you and get it over with. he’s rock hard. he needs you.

“take your pants off. take your top off. don’t say a fucking word.” he grabs your neck yet again. he licks your lips like you were a popsicle, and he kisses your chin and brings you to a deeper haze, by applying more pressure.

you take off your top and he squeezes your left tit and sucks on the right one. you feel him pressing into you but you can’t make a sound. he feels you clenching around him already.

“i feel you squeezing my dick, pretty. feels like heaven.” he groans, he’s fucking up into you and your head is muzzled in his neck. you suck the spot right below his ear and he sighs. the more you suck on it, the deeper his thrusts get.

“mmm, kee, please fuck.” you moan. you’re so loud and he’s so deep, you see his dick literally right above your belly button pumping you full.

“fuck baby, look at that. see it in my stomach you’re so fucking big.” you grab his hand and put it on the spot he keeps hitting.

“atta girl, look at you taking it so deep in your stomach. so fucking pretty. my beautiful whore.” he kisses your nipple and sucks. hard.

“kee! fuck i’m cumming!” you stutter. his hips speed up and you cum all over his cock.

“there you go baby, keep fucking cumming on me. so messy baby. love you like this.” he groans and grabs your hair and pulls your head up so he licks a stripe right up your neck.

“fuck baby, fucking squeezing me. cum again with me baby. need to fill you up.” his hips speed up and thumb strums your clit and your entire body twitches.

he reaches his orgasm and a layer of sweat coat his face and neck.

“my god baby, we need to go on more road trips together.” he laughs.

“told you, dumbass.”

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I HOPE THIS IS GOOD IDKKKK TYSM AGAIN

#keeho

[hellishvu]

Velvet: Min Yoongi (Rated-R)

Bottom! Yoongi x Top! Male Reader

summary: when yoongi just wants to get closer to you in the morning.

a/n: i AM finally updating skfkskd again, after much homework and classes.. i thought i would have had a lot more time with online school but things change 😔 but slowly but surely starting to complete these requests finally!! enjoy :)) and be safe!

tags 🏷 ˚✧₊⁎: yoongi is just horny, give him what he wants, bottom yoongi, top reader, reader just trying to sleep but how can he say no, yoongi pouts, blowjob, little bit of edging, yoongi is sleepy but horny, quiet whinny yoongi, jacking off, teasing, soft playful sex :>

“You’re awake early.” You mumbled still half asleep from sleeping. Seeing Yoongi turn his body around, your groin feeling pressure from his ass. The ass you know a little too well.

“First day back. Just wanted to see your face.” Yoongi flutters his eyes, still not fully opened as the exhaustion is still present. “Cute.” You kissed his neck softly while Yoongi begins rolling his hips.

“Bet you planned this.” You wrapped your hands around his chest. Feeling him up while you heard Yoongi shuffle in bed, finding the best position to pleasure you.

“Horny.” Yoongi’s morning voice is so deep that it woke your own head woke up. You pulled down his sweatpants seeing he had no underwear under. Feeling his bare skin you felt your cock twitch.

“The members are home so I’m not fucking you.” You yawned while you pulled his pants down. Yoongi embraces you and kisses you. Turning his head to give you his full attention.

“Blowjob?” Yoongi chuckled. While you nod playing soft sexy music in the back to muffle the naughty acts. “I love you.” You kiss him again, while getting under the sheets. Your hand touching around his hips. His cock hard in front of you, you gripped the base of it.

His cock being in your hand you flicked your tongue on the top. Yoongi widening his legs for you while he covered his eyes from the bright sun. “Y/N... stop teasing.” He rises up the blanket pouting.

“You look so cute. Do you blame me for wanting this to last longer?” You kissed his inner thighs while he whimpers looking at the door making sure it’s locked.

You wrap your mouth around his cock, Yoongi choking resting his head on the pillow. The pleasure sending Yoongi to moan out. He calls out your name while your tongue plays with his cock.

Your hands play with his body while Yoongi whines, hearing the birds chirp and the noises he was in paradise. He got from laying down to being on his elbows wanting to see your face. Suddenly your alarm comes on with a very loud song ringing in Yoongi’s ears.

“Really? This song?” Yoongi quickly turns it off shutting the phone down back on the bed table. “It’s catchy... also don’t act like my teeth aren’t two feet from your dic-”

“Do not finish that sentence.” Yoongi’s face was covered in worry and concern. You giggle at him while going back down on his cock. Not wanting to do it for too long before your jaw starts hurting. “Fuckkkk...” Yoongi loud groan when your hot warm mouth was around his cock.

Your head bopped up and down trying to get the man to cum since it was so early in the morning. Yoongi gripped the sheets while he whines getting closer to the edge.

“You look cute when you’re about to cum.” You lick his tip while Yoongi arches his back his thighs clenching. “Y/N please let me.. hhhh..cum.” He looks down to see your sly grin. “You got me love crazy.” You kiss him, while your hand jacked him off. Yoongi moaning in the kiss wrapping his hands around the back of your neck.

“Are you going to cum baby?” You poke a little more at Yoongi. While he nods unable to form a sentence feeling the pleasure at the edge. “Yes.. I love you..shit, kiss me again.” Yoongi pulls you down kissing you while you feel his cum dripping to your hand. He whimpers before taking a second to recollect himself.

Yoongi rolls over while you clean him off, you laying back down obviously having a boner but Yoongi had already decided to be half asleep. “You’re not going to give me a blowjob?” You raise an eyebrow while Yoongi cuddles in your chest. “Thank you baby just what I wanted... fixed my boner right up.” You sighed taking him closer enjoying his presence letting him get the rest he well deserves.

[fr3aklike-me]

Yes! Teasing me over and over, maybe I went out or to the party with you and as the night went on you got more and more flirty and openly needy with me, sitting on my lap, letting me touch your skin in front of our friends, so when we finally get home I lose all restraint and need to fuck you that instant, quick and hard knowing our roommates would be back soon.

Omg you get it!! Connecting with humanity from thousands of years ago! I especially love seeing landscapes or works of buildings that are still around today and I’m like “omg I could go there and stand in the same spot the artist stood”

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fuckkkk. holy shit, the stuff you added on is so fucking hot and has me just aching rn. like, going to the party together and teasing you on purpose in front of everyone. flirting with you constantly, getting you a drink then leaning down to give it to you so you can see my cleavage, rubbing myself on you while in your lap. if I see you talking to someone else, going to your side and wrapping an arm around you, leaning my head on your shoulder to both distract you and get your attention. asking you to help me zip up my dress, reapply my lipstick. and finally, both of us snapping once home, immediately going at it as fast as we can before anyone else gets home. oh my goodness.

exactly, there is something so fucking emotional and tender about it. actually, I submitted a story to a magazine the other day - and I got rejected, but, the theme of the issue was writing a story that is responding to a work of art - basically basing the story as a response to an artwork that's had an impact on you. omg, stopppp, that's going to get me emotional. like, standing in the exact same spot and trying to recollect the heavy emotions those artists may have felt when standing in those exact places. like, the places where Claude Monet created his paintings. that would be a dream to visit.