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sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts · 4 months ago

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sneaking in before he fights 👁, lil goodbye fucking👁, he’s afraid but doesn’t show it 👁

⤷ Credits: @arcanefox207

Summary: Wishing him luck before a battle

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), Voyeurism, Spitting, both give switch vibes, misogyny, angsty bc i cant help myself

A/n: its a lot more angsty then i thought but enjoy

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation, the distant roar of the crowd echoing through the stone corridors of the Colosseum. You found Marcus in a secluded corner, his eyes dark with a mix of desperation and desire. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows, dancing on the walls as he pressed you against the cold stone, his breath hot against your ear.

"Come on, baby," he murmured, lifting the skirt of your tunic and rubbing your clit softly. "We don't have much time."

You'd come to wish him luck before the gladiator battle, but his need was palpable, immediate. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, his kisses and caresses igniting a fire within you. His fingers played with your clit, circling it lightly, making you moan softly. He fumbled with his armor, the metal clinking as he pulled out his erection, giving it a few rough tugs before leaning down to spit on his dick.

With little preparation, he shoved his length inside you. The sudden stretch made you wince, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he began to thrust into you. Your breath hitched, your back arching against the wall as he moved with a primal urgency. You covered your mouth with the palm of your hand to stifle your moans, your other hand gripping Marcus tightly for stability.

His pace was relentless, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing in the narrow corridor. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper. Marcus's eyes burned with intensity, his jaw clenched as he drove into you, every movement a testament to his raw, unbridled desire.

"You're so perfect," he groaned, his voice rough with lust. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to meet his powerful thrusts. The friction, the heat, the sheer urgency of the moment consumed you both, driving you closer to the edge.

You could feel the pressure building, your muscles tensing as you teetered on the brink of release. Marcus's breath grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He was close, too close. The worry flickered in his eyes for a brief moment, but the need for release overpowered his concern.

"I can't hold on," he panted, his rhythm faltering.

"Let go," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. "I'm with you."

With a guttural moan, Marcus buried himself deep inside you, his release sudden and overwhelming. The heat of his climax filled you, pushing you over the edge. Your body convulsed, your cries muffled against his shoulder as you came together, the intensity of the moment leaving you both breathless.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Marcus rested his forehead against yours, his chest heaving. The sounds of the crowd grew louder, a stark reminder of the impending battle.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice tinged with regret. "I couldn't wait."

He pulled out of you, and just as he went to drop to his knees, you stopped him. “Marcus, it’s—” He lifted your leg again, trying to continue, but you pushed against his shoulder firmly. “We don’t have time,” you insisted, your eyes locking onto his.

In that moment, you noticed a flicker of fear in his eyes, a look that sent a chill down your spine. Your breath caught as you took in the vulnerability hidden beneath his determined exterior. Quickly, you pulled him up, your hands moving to smooth down his tunic and wipe away the evidence of your passionate encounter.

“Marcus,” you said softly, your fingers trembling as you adjusted his armor. “What’s wrong?”

He averted his gaze, his usual confidence replaced with something you couldn’t quite name. “Nothing,” he muttered, the word a weak attempt to hide his true feelings. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Don’t lie to me,” you whispered, your hands moving to cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “I can see it. You’re scared.”

He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure. “It’s just another fight,” he said, his voice strained. “I’ve done this a hundred times.”

“But this time is different,” you pressed, searching his eyes for answers. “I can feel it. Tell me why.”

Marcus’s eyes darted away again, his fear palpable despite his efforts to hide it. “The stakes are higher,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “The opponents are stronger. And… I have more to lose now.”

You felt your heart ache at his words, understanding the weight he carried. “You’re the strongest warrior I know,” you said firmly, your hands trembling as you held him. “You’ve faced death and come back stronger every time. This will be no different.”

He shook his head slightly, his fear still evident. “I’ve never had something to lose before,” he said, his voice breaking. “Every time I step into that arena, I think of you. What if I don’t come back?”

“Stop,” you interrupted, pressing a finger to his lips. “You can’t think like that. You fight because you have something to come back to. Use that. Let it drive you, make you unstoppable.”

He took a deep breath, the fear in his eyes giving way to resolve. “You’re right,” he murmured. “I need to fight for us.”

You nodded, feeling the tension in his muscles ease as he steadied himself. “Promise me you’ll come back,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

He looked into your eyes, the determination returning. “I promise,” he replied, his grip tightening on your hands. “I’ll come back to you. No matter what.”

You kissed him deeply, pouring all your love and hope into that moment. As you pulled away, you saw the determination blazing in his eyes. He was ready.

“Go,” you urged, stepping back. “Show them who you are.”

Marcus nodded, a fierce smile spreading across his face. “For you,” he said, turning to stride towards the arena entrance.

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unlimitedlust · 4 months ago

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The Death Of Peace Of Mind - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

This story was a request by an anon, and I hope I made justice to their imagination.

Warnings: Lots and lots of smut as always, masturbation, oral (both receiving), fingering, squirting, unprotected p in v, creampie, aftercare, Noah’s chain living rent free in my mind.

Once again: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Tag request: @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning

WC: 2.8K

Final reminders: requests are open with Noah, but they may have an expiration date because I tend to have writer’s block with people I see in real life (that happened back in my teenage years with Anthony Kiedis and last year with Till Lindemann), so since I’m seeing Bad Omens this October, my stories with Noah might come to an end after this date, so if you have anything in mind, feel free to contact me, I’m all ears!!!

Please, if you enjoy it, don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!!

End of Author’s Note

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You missed him.

You texted each other daily, but you missed waking up to his beautiful voice singing random songs around the house, ordering take out food for anime marathon nights, fighting over ps5 games and even the bickering you had with each other on occasion.

But that’s the cost of being a world wide famous rockstar roommate.

You and Noah were friends for a few years now and even though the idea of being roommates was a temporary thing at the beginning, the dynamics between the two of you worked out so great you just settled with it, even though you already were financially stable enough to have your own place.

But honestly, that was just an excuse you kept repeating to yourself in order to deny the sparkles in your chest every time you saw him, every time you were with him or even thought about him.

You were friends and you never let those sparkles ignite inside you because you didn’t want to ruin it all and lose him.

However, being away from him for months now was driving you insane, and the fact he still had a couple of months on the road until he came back got you climbing up the walls in agony.

It took you his long absence to acknowledge that those sparks were actually a wildfire being kept under control by his presence.

And today you missed and wanted him so much you found yourself in his bedroom, rummaging through his clothes. You soon found one of his favorite hoodies to wear while home and put it on immediately, reveling in the smell of his cologne that lingered.

You studied his bed covered by a dark comforter and you couldn’t help but to wonder what is it like to have him there, unholy thoughts taking over your mind in record speed as you got all hot and bothered only by contemplating his bed and all the ways you’d crave for him to have you there.

You sprawled on his bed and a wicked idea came into your head as heat pooled between your legs.

Your hand found its way down your center while Noah’s image painted itself in your head. The first touch, despite being delicate, followed by a wave of pleasure spreading goosebumps all over your skin.

You closed your eyes and from there on, in your mind he was there with you. Those were his fingers instead of yours.

You imagined the way his thin nose would run up your neck before he kissed and nipped on it, the sinful ways his slender tattooed fingers would explore the curves on their way up your body until he wrapped them around your neck, choking you as he bottomed you out looking in your eyes.

Those thoughts alone were enough to make your fingers work harder on your nerve bud as your other hand squeezed one of your boobs from underneath his hoodie, his name leaving your lips in lascive whimpers as you got dangerously close to your orgasm in record speed, your hips shamelessly moving in sync with your hands for an extra shot of pleasure.

You were so concentrated and so close to your climax you didn’t hear the front door opening downstairs, nor the steps coming up the stairs and then halting by the bedroom door at the sight of you.

Noah, who’d came home earlier during a few days break to surprise you, was hypnotized not only by watching you fuck yourself off, but also by the way his name slipped out of your lips in filthy moans, and his pants seemed to get incredibly tight in matter of seconds.

He couldn’t help but to palm himself over his dark jeans, while he leant his other arm on the door jamb to get more comfortable to watch that show in front of him, his eyes switching from your lips chanting his name, to your hand on your breasts underneath his hoodie and to the hand inside your shorts, dying take them off and bury himself deep in you, to get coated in your slick, to feel you clenching around him.

He wanted to join you. He wanted you.

So when he realized you were a few strokes away from your orgasm, he cleared his throat to make his presence known, making you jump as you covered yourself, mortified that you’d been caught by him, your whole face burning in shame as you dropped your gaze, unable to take the smallest look at his reaction.

“I’m so sorry” Your apology came out as a whisper.

“I’m not” He licked his lips causing you to throb.

Noah closed the door behind himself and stood by the foot of the bed, arms crossed as he raked his eyes over your figure. He’d never looked at you like that, at least you’d never noticed, but at that very moment you were sure he also wanted you to be more than just his friend.

Still you decided to play dumb, you never thought you’d reach that point with him and now that he’d already caught you hands on, you wanted to see what he would do next.

“I’m so sorry, Noah, I shouldn’t have come to your room like that I…” He cut you off.

“You’re really sorry?”

“Yes”

“Then show me”

His words went straight to your core and your heart was beating so fast you thought you’d collapse in front of him.

“How?”

“Come here”

He motioned with his hand as you crawled on the bed towards him, his tall frame towering over you as you sat on your knees before him.

He cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your lips, tugging on your lower lip, his eyes dark with lust as he watched you lick the pad of his thumb, twirling your tongue around it as he pushed his finger inside your mouth.

“I always knew you’d look good in my bed”

His confession made your blood run faster through your veins as he brought your head closer to his body, making you bend forwards as his fingers slid to the back of your head, entangling in your hair, your mouth now only inches away from the very evident bulge inside his pants.

Your hands went straight to his waistband, hooking your fingers on it as your eyes asked silently for his permission, which came with a reassuring nod in less than a second.

You pulled his pants down along with his boxers, freeing his very hard manhood right in front of your face, and knowing that he felt the same way towards you got you eager to show him how much you wanted him, how much you fantasized about him, how much you craved for him.

You flattened your tongue on the base of his underside, running it slowly all the way to his tip, twirling your tongue around it just like you’d done with his finger, making him let out a gasp as you kept on teasing his tip.

One of your hands moved up his thigh towards his shaft, holding onto its base as your lips wrapped around his tip and you started to bob your head up and down his length, hollowing your cheeks every time on their way back as your hand stroked the parts your mouth couldn’t fit in just yet.

But you’d make him fit.

Noah gritted his teeth when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat over and over again as you fought your gag reflex, so hot by his reactions and by him getting close to his climax, twitching against your tongue, you just didn’t care.

When you were about to pull out a bit for some air, Noah kept you in place and thrust his hip forwards, going so deep your nose touched his pubic zone as he fucked your face. Despite being overwhelmed by the rhythm and the depth he was reaching, you couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs together desperate for some friction as you almost came by how erotic having him fucking your face was.

“I’m… Fuck…” Noah tried to pull out as he was clearly at his limit, but this time you were the one to keep him in.

“In my mouth please” You whimpered against his cock.

Your plea along with your hollowed cheeks was enough for him to buck his hips and spill in your tongue and down your throat in hot spurts, the moan coming from his lips in such a sinful tone got you aching between your legs.

You swallowed every drop of his spent and then wiped away the saliva on the corner of your lips as he watched you mesmerized with glazed eyes.

“Take off your clothes” He commanded, still a bit breathless, while he finished stripping off of his own, the sight of his tattoo covered body in front of you made your mouth go dry as he kneeled on the bed before you, leading you to lay down as he appreciated the view.

Noah spread your legs open and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening slick running down your folds and wetting his bed.

“You always get this wet thinking about me when I’m gone baby?”

Your cheeks burned and all you could do was nod as he now hovered over you, lips so close to yours you could already feel them. Even after having him deep in your throat and swallowing his load you felt shy, and he knew that, he knew you so well you couldn’t hide any emotions from him.

“Would it help if I told you I’ve been dreaming about you like this for a very good while?”

He peppered kisses from your jaw to your neck, sending shivers through your skin as you closed your eyes and revelled in the feel of his soft lips against such a sensitive area.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve got hard just with the thought of you” He nipped on your chin and your eyes met again “Why do you think I came home earlier? I just couldn’t stay another second away from my girl”

His lips claimed yours in a breathtaking kiss, his tongue danced against yours erotically, eagerly, as if he was trying to make up for the time lost, as if he wanted to show you through that kiss how much he wanted and desired you.

“Fuck, Noah…” Your mind was foggy, you couldn’t process if his revelations were real or if you were having another wet dream with him.

“I will, but not yet”

He nibbled on your lower lip and traveled down your body, his tongue teasing and his teeth grazing and swirling over your nipples languidly on his way down before he settled himself between your legs, eyes trained on your dripping pussy.

“I need to finish what you started first”

Noah wasted no time on burying his face in you, his tongue expertly eating you out and collecting all of your arousal before he focused on your swollen clit, swirling hard circles on it, making you claw the sheets and moan out his name as he’d found your most sensitive spot in matter of seconds.

Never letting up on the work with his tongue and lips, he slid a finger inside you, immediately going for that magic spongy spot and how quick he found it made you gasp with the added wave of pleasure, the knot on your lower stomach ready to snap at any moment at that pace.

Once he realized he got you where he wanted, Noah added a second finger inside you and placed his free hand between your hip bones and below your navel, pressing down on it as he intensified both the work with his tongue and fingers, making you arch your back upwards and cry out in pleasure with a new found kind of pleasure bubbling up inside.

It all felt too much, too strong, too intense, the way his mouth and his fingers worked on you, along with the pressure on your lower belly made you snap in a way you never did before, your body trembling hard as electric shocks ran through your veins as you, completely overwhelmed by pleasure, felt yourself, for the first time in your life, squirt from such an intense experience.

The sight of him between your legs, all disheveled, face wet with your fluids and blissed out expression on his face almost made you cum again.

“How did you just do that?” You asked flabbergasted and he hovered over you again and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

“You’d never had it before?” He asked amused and proud of himself.

“No”

“Better get used to it then”

You shivered at his promise and kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around him, one of your hands entangling your fingers in his dark locks as the other ran down his back, feeling his muscles flexing as he settled himself between your legs, feeling him hard again as he rubbed against you, coating himself in your arousal, earning small cries out of you due to how sensitive you still were.

His hands traveled over your body, from your legs around his hips, through your breasts to the back of your head as he devoured you in a breathtaking kiss.

The way he ground against you, skipping your opening every time on purpose just to tease you, got you clawing on his back in impatience as you moved your hips trying to meet him.

“Noah please” You breathed out, desperate to feel him inside you.

“On one condition” He lined his tip against your entrance “Eyes on me. Understand?”

“Yes, please pl…” Your pleading was interrupted by a loud gasp from your lungs as he finally pushed in, a low grunt coming from his lips as he sank himself inside you, your thigh walls making him grit his teeth as bottomed you out slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck”

He mumbled as he started to thrust his hips, hard and steady, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and pushing himself all the way in every time making you roll your eyes back with each slam.

“Eyes. On. Me” He commanded as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him as he intensified his movements and sped up his pace, turning you into a moaning mess under him as he claimed you with every thrust.

To watch him there, on top of you, the chain around his neck dangling over your face as he fucked you raw, plus the feeling of his cock rubbing all the right places inside you got you climbing to the top of the mountain of ecstasy for your next free fall.

Even your best dreams didn’t come close to how amazing he felt in reality, and that realization got you seeing stars as each pound.

Feeling the way your walls clenched around him, Noah stood up straight sitting on his knees and pulled you closer, putting your calves on his chest and shoulders as he held you against him with your thighs on his abs as he kept slamming himself in you, the new position and the new angle causing you to cry out in pleasure as he now set a frantic pace.

You tried helplessly to hold onto the headboard but it was no use when shockwaves spread over your veins again and your body started to quiver against him as the tight knot on your stomach snapped violently, sending you over the edge as you moaned out his name in pure bliss, the feel of your climax against himself making him cum with you, the way he twitched inside you emptying himself out in long hot spurts taking your high to another level at how erotic and sensual it all felt.

Seeing Noah before you, cheeks red, hair strands damp in sweat as he pulled out of you and watched his cum running out of you with a grin on his face almost had you ready for another round as you, exhausted, admired him with raw passion in your eyes after everything you’d just done.

He bent down to kiss you tenderly before he got out of the bed to his bathroom, coming back for you moments later with a towel in his hands, cleaning you as he peppered small kisses randomly over you, cherishing every bit of you while he finally got you clean.

He snuggled up in the bed by your side and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead as he held you tightly against his chest.

“You have know idea how long I’ve been dreaming about you like this here with me” He confessed lovingly, running his fingers up and down your arms.

“Bet you weren’t expecting such a welcome party when you decided to come home earlier” You joked, loving the way his laughter rumbled from his chest against your head.

“If I knew it I’d come home sooner” He breathed out in tiredness “I have something I need to ask you”

“What?” You questioned back, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Come with me for the rest of the tour?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #romance #self insert #bad omens #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #friends to lovers

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kooberryfields4ever · 11 months ago

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CLOSER (TO YOU)

small jungkook bang bang sex time as my first official non-nsfw-alphabet post teehee………. i miss this man soooo bad guys it’s close to killing me😭😭😭😭 i was looping closer to you on the train when i thought this up bc the song just ignited something heady and hot and fast in my brain nd i needed to get it down!!!!!!!!! i hope u all enjoy……. i’m also working on sfw/longer fics so bare with me through the seemingly unending nsfw while i do😭😭

i really recommend listening to closer to you while you read to properly discern the DESPERATIONNNN behind this fic

wc: 1402

content warnings : smut below the cut, pwp, cunnilingus, piv sex, creampie, no dialogue!

MDNI !

You and Jungkook are fighting to release each other’s lips as you fumble your way through the front door. He kicks it shut, pressing you firmly against the wood as his hands find purchase at your waist, gripping tightly. He’s straining against his trousers, like the way you can feel your panties dampening under your silk dress. He’s expertly licking into your mouth, hungrily, suckling on your tongue and drawing moans out of you. You pull away to breathe a little, giggling with your head thrown back against the door at both of your determination. Jungkook chuckles in suit, attaching his lips to your neck sweetly as you expose your neck to him. His fingers dig further into your skin when he presses his hips into you - you gasp at the feeling of his hardened length pressing into your pelvis. His kisses are slow as he trails them up and down from your jaw to your collar; he nibbles gently, hand sliding up to caress the side of your tit. You sigh. Jungkook pulls back for a second, eyes on your body as both of his hands dance slowly down the length of your dress, scrunching it up to reveal your heat to him, slowly. He observes you, a dark glint in his eye as your chest heaves with desire. You watch as he sinks to the floor, his eyes boring holes into your skin.

The moan that leaves your throat is crude as Jungkook attaches his lips to your clothed cunt, tongue running along the folds. You clench your eyes shut when he pushes his nose into you, goosebumps raising on your skin when it presses against your clit. He holds the length of your dress up against your hip, nuzzling into your pussy like a man starved, and you throw your leg up and over his shoulder when he taps your thigh. You can barely see him, his face covered by the red silk of your dress, but you can feel when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and he drags them down slowly. He’s quick to dive back in when your pussy his finally exposed to him, his ministrations fast and desperate as he licks into your cunt with the same fervour he had when kissing you. Your hands fly to grip his scalp, bucking into him as your panties slide further down and he takes it into his own hands to pull them off you completely. His hands slide up from your calf to your thigh, before joining his mouth at your entrance. He plunges his middle finger in deep, to the knuckle, curling it against the spongy walls of your insides with precision. The noises he’s making are dirty, wet in way you can’t describe. He sucks expertly at your clit, finger pushing in and out repeatedly as you cream around him.

When a second finger slides into you, you feel your body curl into itself, your grip on his scalp tightening. Jungkook hisses, taking the stinging pain in stride as he continues mouth-fucking you. He pumps his fingers as deep as they can go, brushing against your g-spot almost teasingly, drawing moan after moan from your lips. You can feel your resolve beginning to break, the band holding you from climax bending aggressively before snapping, sending you hurling into an orgasm. Your walls pulse around Jungkook’s fingers as he fucks you through it, kissing and licking at your folds and clit while you come down. When you begin to twitch from overstimulation, he finally pulls out, standing up to loom back over you before taking his fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks your essence from his knuckles gently, his free hand moving back to your hip to press himself against you once again. You close your eyes, the bulge of his hardened member pressing into you erotically. You can barely move.

It's unsurprising when Jungkook picks you up in your daze, swinging you over his shoulder unceremoniously as he carries you to his bedroom. The passion from before still lingers when he throws you down as gently as he can, crawling over you. His mouth finds yours once again, reigniting the flame within your belly as you moan into his mouth. He smirks. Your hands fumble at his belt, parting from him as you desperately work against the buckle and his zip. He shoves them down, alongside his underwear, and shrugs them off, resuming his position over you to press his lips against yours. His dick presses against your thigh.

He’s gentler with your clothes, fingers tucking under the thin straps of your dress delicately, letting them fall off your shoulders as he presses kiss after kiss onto your mouth. He leans back from you for only a second to grip at the hem and pull the fabric over your head, exposing you to him finally. He sighs happily. Sems unable to detach himself from your lips, diving back in to taste you hungrily, yet tenderly. You gasp when his finger finds your bra strap, pinging it against your skin with a breathy chuckle, urging you to sit up a little while his hands unclasp it from the back. He sits back this time, keen to watch as you slide the bra off your chest slowly, your breasts drooping from the cups. He watches for a short while, his eyes darting between your tits, watching your nipples grow impossibly harder from the chill in the air as they’re exposed.

You lay back. He tilts his head a little, still sat up as he reaches down to take one of your breasts in his large hand, thumb rolling over your nipple fondly. His touch is achingly slow, finger joining his thumb to pinch you, and you sigh. He finally knocks himself out of his trance when he feels his dick twitch, and watches you observe before leaning back over you to kiss you once again. You clench around nothing when his length presses against your skin again, moaning as he grabs it and jabs his tip into your clit teasingly. He allows himself to thrust between your dripping folds a few times, lubing himself up before aligning himself with your entrance and pushing in, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His thrusts are immediately desperate, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he drives into you quickly. Your hands fly around the back of his head, pressing him into your shoulder as you both moan. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, fingers sure to bruise as he pounds himself into you, unrelenting when you clench and groan and scratch at his back. He presses a chaste kiss to your collar, hands dropping to your thighs to help lift your hips ever so slightly off the bed to push himself even deeper. Your eyes widen, his tip prodding at your cervix deliciously with every thrust.

When his breathing becomes heavier against your skin, you can tell he’s close. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously. Jungkook practically growls when he feels you tighten around him, your walls pushing him out as your climax nears. He lifts his head up from your shoulder, eyes dark with desire when he fixes his gaze on you and dives into your lips for a final time. You kiss him back with equal fervour, fingers dancing expertly across your nub as Jungkook pile-drives into your pussy. His free hand comes up to play desperately with your tit, squeezing the flesh and rolling his palm against your hardened nipple. It’s enough to send you over the edge once more, your breath hitching against his unstopping lips as your cunt clenches tightly around him over and over. He presses his forehead against yours, lifting your hips even higher with a grunt as his own hips stutter. His eyes search yours desperately, brows furrowed when he buries himself to the hilt and lets out a shaky breath, cum flooding your womb as he makes short thrusts at your cervix. He swallows, and you watch him carefully as he lets go of your thigh, pulling out and collapsing beside you.

You can feel his cum dribble pathetically out of your entrance, his loud snores permeating through the air. You chuckle, pulling him closer to you and nestling into his chest. Cleaning up can come later.

a/n 🗒️ tysm for reading !!!!!! all ur support n likes n reblogs mean the world to me🥺 pls dont be shy to send me asks/requests if u want i am completely open to anything even if u just wanna talk !!!!

#koob navi #jungkook #jungkook hard hours #jungkook hard thoughts #jungkook smut #jungkook x yn #jungkook x reader #yn x jungkook #reader x jungkook #bts hard hours #bts hard thoughts #bts smut

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g-xix · 1 month ago

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going feral after watching will and james watch love island cause the way will talks about boobs so much lololol

like IMAGINE THIS MAN FIXATED ON THEM AHHHHHHHHH-

WillNE who's fixation revolves around playing with them to make you all flustered and bothered

Just loves going from skimming the backs of his nails across your back or stomach to diving his hand beneath your shirt or your bra and making you conscious of the touch that was feather light over the supple skin of your boobs

"What're you doing, Will?" "Shh, don't ask just enjoy.."

Fingertips pressing under the edge of your bra to reach beneath and cup the flesh of your breasts, pulling one out of the cup and letting it plop back freely against your chest - free from its material constraints.

And once it's out, he's letting his fingertips gently swirl around the softer areola, making stiff peaks prick up from either globe before his fingers wrap around them and apply a gentle pressure, rolling it between the knuckles of his finger and making you elicit soft breaths n groans at the pressure.

He kisses your stomach to assure you, all the while his eyes are fixated over the skin of your body and its reactions to him - observing and analysing your every movement in response to his touch.

A gasp falls from your lips at the way that he pinches your nipple unexpectedly, the sensitive skin causing a evanescent pain to shoot through your body - so fleeting that the pain flies through your body like a thunderbolt and seems to lodge somewhere in your core - igniting a heat between your legs that's now impossible to fight off.

"Will!" You scold lightly as you look down and see a smirk patterned over his lips, shameless and audacious in the way he enjoyed always having you on edge and yet completely complaint with his every touch. He looked so attractive, his body resting between your legs - chest flat against your stomach with his hand beneath your shirt, doing unspeakably seductive things on the sofa where all you'd wanted to do was cuddle and spend some time together...

"Sorry sweetheart," He apologises, not letting the brazen grin fall from his lips, the gentle stubble over his chin brushing the softness of your stomach and only making him look even more relaxed with the position he was in - as though he was made to be touching you, and you only. "Can't help myself."

You bite down on your lip but can't help the embarrassing noise that falls from your lips - a breathy moan hybrid, as that smart mouth of his wrapped around the bud and let his tongue lick a stripe, covering the nub in wetness that was only further stimulated as he let his teeth graze it - his tongue pushing your nipple from one side to the other, your legs now clenching and squeezing around his body as his other hand still mercilessly tweaks and pinches the boob that his mouth can't wrap around.

And this attack on your chest is constant.

Sometimes, sure, it'll be when you two are just spending time together at home, alone, completely fine...

But Will loooves getting you all flustered and embarrassed. So even whilst you guys are out on a night out with mates - sat in the booth at the club with you on his lap in the corner - one hand on your thigh and the other wrapped around your middle - hand looking like it's sat on your stomach beneath the top you wore... When in reality, he's just groping and grabbing your tits with enough vigour to have you uncomfortably squirming, but enough slowness and subtlety to have everyone none the wiser.

and God FORBID the day your tits are extra sensitive - Will still won't back down. Writhing and whining beneath him - he'll only kiss your neck whilst he rolls your tits beneath his palms and leaves hickeys to embellish your pretty flesh.

The day you climax simply from him stimulating your chest was one of the worst days ever, too, because his ego's never come down to a normal level, since.

James Marriott on the other hand, would have a fixation for your tits in a more soft way

He just likes them. He think that they're a lovely feature; very soft and delicate like two perfect teardrops that sit on your frame beautifully - making you look like some sort of innate beauty that deserves to have statues made of her

And although he isn't an architect, he is a songwriter, and so he most definitely writes songs about you.

Fans are so quick to notice how his songs changed ever since he started dating you asw - pointing out how intrinsically romantic and much more deeply appreciative his songs have become, compared to previous existential lyrics that James wrote at a time where he didn't have you to help him with his mentality

You, on the other hand, were quick to identify a lyric that you felt James had made targeted at one very specific feature of yours.

"Beneath the stars, your beauty sways, Where heaven curves and softly lays-"

"That's a reference to your tits, love."

"I could tell."

"Where in private nights, your grace unfolds, A warmth that only I can hold-"

"Is that a reference to my tits again?"

"Yeah."

James helped with your confidence and how you saw your body, a lot. Whether you felt as though you were larger than what you wanted, or didn't curve in the right places - James made you felt loved and appreciated for what you had - and from what he said to the way he non-verbally, and simply physically interacted with you, he had convinced you that...

Yeah,

You could love yourself.

He's the type to appreciate your chest in moments where you were already spending quality time together. He's so understanding of everything - and if he doesn't understand - he asks questions until he gets to understand.

Like when he was randomly just patting and holding you whilst spooning in bed - getting ready to sleep - and realised that you had a hand grabbing a handful of yo tiddies.

"Why are you just holding your boob?" He was a bit confused, because he'd tried to make a reasonable comparison - but couldn't imagine why he might just grab his ballsack whilst sleeping for any particular reason, like you just held a handful of breasts in the moment.

"It's stress relieving... Like a stress toy, it's just sorta comforting.."

"...Really?"

"Yeah."

"See, I tried to compare it to grabbing my balls, but I don't find that a particularly comforting activity I gotta admit-"

You cut James off with a snort.

"You're so odd," You laughed. "Here, c'mon, try it, it's just such a... nice feeling."

James' hand was larger than yours. Slightly rougher fingertips from playing the guitar, and fingertips colder, given his longer limbs. You shivered slightly at his touch - skin-to-skin contact given you weren't wearing a bra in the moment, goosebumps initially forming... Yet slowly smoothening as you adjusted to James' touch and the warmth beneath the roughness of his palms...

And just as you adjusted to James' contact, James adjusted to feeling you. He realised where you came from; it was a really satisfying experience. Just being able to have a handful of something whilst passing time.

So whilst waiting with you, whilst vacant with you, whilst relaxing with you - you'd just let him slip his hand up there and just... cup it.

Because he was never offensive with it - he always understood that there's a time and place... And he always managed to get both of those two perfectly - whenever you guys were alone together in the best environment, he did it, and even made it a comforting experience for you

James appreciates your body, and compliments it like a glove fits a hand. And his fixation on your tits was never uncomfortable or constantly sexual and cock-mindedly-driven - rather something of appreciation out of sheer awe.

This is just teasing that in 3 days im dropping a Will fic frfr HEEHEE

#kinktober #kinktober 2024 #kinktober short #gracie's kinktober fics #willne #will lenney x reader #will lenney #x reader #fixation #youtube #youtuber #headcanons #headcanon #short #fic #imagine #james marriott #will and jim

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bison2winquote · 4 months ago

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Shana to Qwenthur Barbotage [Story Mode], Dengeki Bunko: Fighting Climax IGNITION (French Bread/ SEGA)

#submission #gaming #shana #dengeki bunko fighting climax #dengeki bunko #french bread #sega #ignition #fighting climax ignition

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hagaishi-sama · 4 months ago

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"Best Bout Replays" DB: Fighting Climax Ignition - nekoduka vs rsg5817

#youtube #Anime #Fun #Gaming #FGC #DBFCi #Fighting Climax #Dengeko Bunko Fighting Climax Ignition #Fighting Climax Ignition #Anime Fighter #Video Games #Subscribe Today #HagaishiTV #BBR #Philly FGC #Best Bout Replays

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cassieoz · 14 days ago

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OFF THE TRACK

You have been hiking in the deep forest for most of the day when you come across a log cabin. It is a very welcoming sight as you are tired and longing to rest in a huge comfortable bed.

As if your wishes are heard, as you enter the cabin, there is a hot bath and a massive bed with a warm quilt draped over the cosy mattress in the middle of the room.

You quickly undress, bath and climb into the large pioneer bed for the night as a magical fire starts in the fireplace as you close your eyes to sleep....

Sometime in the middle of the night, you hear voices of concern and you slowly wake to see three women moving around the cabin talking among themselves. You feel strange! The room is extremely warm and you start to sweat profusely. One of the women hurry to your side and throws off the quilt.

"Its starting! The tightening is happening!"

To your total shock, you find your body is heavy and contracting strongly. You gasp for air and instantly start to pant and moan frantically. You look at the first woman, puzzled and frightened. The other two women approach the bed and smile with reassurance at you. The three women calmly take different positions around the bed.

"Its a huge one! This will be extremely challenging for her!"

Suddenly the pain in your core has you yelling out without words. One of women bends between your legs while the other rubs your belly and nipples firmly. The third stays near you and wipes your brow with cooling thick cloths.

You automatically reach behind you and clutch the mountain of pillows supporting your upper body. You are drenched in sweat in minutes as the excruciating pain forces you into long, strenuous pushing.

Your rapid, pulsating body labors hard. Time melts away as the women assist with natural stimulating as you push, cry, grunt and roar for the next couple of hours.

As the pains grow more brutal, your body opens and the massive crown of the baby begins to ignite your folds. All three women work frantically as they stimulate you and bring you to multiple climatic releases. Your loud moaning and screaming efforts echo around the small house.

Soon, you are totally consumed by birthing impulses. You are roaring out, submerged in primal cries, quivering violently against the sheets. Your long hair is wet and wrapped around your damp face and neck. Feverishly, your body spasms violently as the baby fights to enter the world.

The women hold you in place until the most powerful climax forces the crowning tip to erupt fully through your lips. Moments later, your entire core explodes with the rest of the humongous infant.

#giving birth #labor and delivery #hard birthing

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guywrestlingaddiction · 8 months ago

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What Turned me Gay: The first BGeast match I purchased - Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)

It's no secret that Bgeast turned me gay. The combination of hot men in compromising situations, muscles straining, humiliating holds; all summed up to ignite something inside of me. Now while all of that is worth a post in itself, I wanted to devote this time to rekindle a memory specifically about the first Bgeast match I watched, Tag Team Torture 3.

What turned me gay (not really) ...

Troy & Brian Baker v Vinny Trevino & Joshua Goodman (bgeast.com)

This post, inspired by the sidelineland.com blog, takes a tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)" and in thinking about the topic of gay wrestling, it's helpful to go back to the beginning - at least my beginning as a gay wrestling fan.

The Background Now, when I first viewed Tag Team Torture 3, I had no idea what to expect. Sure I had watched porn before, but the default for porn back then (and now) was a cheesy few minutes of story line followed by emotionless hard core action. In those scenes the guys refused eye contact with each other, closed their eyes, and probably thought of their girlfriends or something while they did the deed so in a very big way, bgeast was different.

Baker and Baker - two reasons why I purchased this match. Beefier Brian and Tasty Troy.

In hindsight, I love the Backstreet Boy Look on Mr. Joshua. This was a very popular look back then - Highlights and a Soul Patch.

And boy was Tag Team Torture 3 different, from the opening scene I realized that the focus was on the wrestling and everything, from the guys lifting weights, to the trash talk; all of this led up to struggle between men.

Troy and Brian bonding before the match. They build each other up saying stuff in the tone of 'you're the best, no you're the best'. They support and encourage each other ... at least for now.

Compare that to the other team, bragging about how much they can bench or talking shit about their opponents the "beach boys". There's no building anyone up here, simply tearing the pretty boys down.

In lieu of porn which hurried to climax and rushed to "get the job done", gay wrestling highlighted the emotions exchanged between our guys and what is sex really except a bundle of intense emotions.

The Action Finally, 20 minutes in the guys start to wrestle. I told you that gay wrestling takes it's time and slowly savors each and every popping bicep and ab and now we have the Troy Baker reveal and boy was it worth the wait...

Troy knows what we're all here for.

And later, Troy swooning over himself. The man and I are on the same wave length when it comes to admiring that body.

But all that muscle just begs to be abused.

Brian Baker is the powerhouse but he can't fight off two men by himself and it's clear that Troy is more interested in himself than on the match.

Mr. Joshua multitasking by dominating and making his infamous "adjustment". I love how the back of his hand goes straight from his package to smacking Brian on the back of his head.

Brian: [exasperated]: Lookout Troy!

Vinny: You like that surfer boy? Troy: *Moan*

The Finale At this point our heroes are done for. All that camaraderie, the hours at the gym spent sculpting those muscles, all of that vanishes and we are left with a beaten Troy Baker.

To further the point, our heels double team the helpless Troy while his brother watches on. Further emphasizing that there is no coming back from this one.

Troy's abs of steel are put to the test with yet another barrage of abuse. That golden tan is starting to turn a shade of pink as even those abs of steel have their limits.

But the real crescendo for this match comes at the end. When Brian seems to triumph despite the odds and an upset looks possible, that is until a weakened Troy folds under our heels. It's that moment followed by a betrayal when our gay wrestling saga is complete and the Baker Brothers are finally broken with sound and fury.

In hindsight it's obvious to see why gay wrestling sucked me in and became my obsession. I've always loved the emotional highs when I wrestled in high school and bgeast perfectly captured those stories of struggle and dominance multiplied by like 1,000. You see this story, told through sweat and humiliation is so vivid, so real, that the feelings I get now from watching a 20 year old tag team match are the same as when I first saw them and is undoubtedly what turned me gay (not really).

#gay wrestling #bgeast.com #Troy Baker #Brian Baker #Vinny Trevino #Joshua Goodman

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