#Touchme

[xulips]

they interacted that's all that matters everything else i refuse to accept

[benkaben]

...

[chandralia]

I LOVE WHEN THEY DO TH

[touchme-teezme]

Fashion Week.

— mingi ver.

PAIRING | ateez mingi x genderneutral!reader

TAGS | (kind of?) fluff, meet cute, alternate universe, model!mingi has a crush

RATINGS | SFW

SONGS | fashion killa by A$AP Rocky, I THINK by Tyler, the Creator

SUMMARY | it’s your first day of working at fashion week and you fucked up without even entering the gates. that’s when you needed mingi’s help to make sure you didn’t get fired.

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ this is my first fanfic!! ahhhh (confetti machines explodes) so please be nice huhu. this was something i came up with while actually working at fashion week this year lmao so this is very self-indulgent. a fantasy if you will. i’m also kinda salty that milan & paris fashion week didn’t invite mingi, so i will. letting him walk too mama. models should be grateful this fine ass man chose to be ateez’s rapper. that’s all, okie bye—enjoy.

Milan Fashion Week.

One of the biggest events of the year is being held right here in Italy. Starting today in Montenapoleone, the most exquisite tailoring, the longest legs, and the prettiest faces walk a special runway, while the famous, powerful, and influential gathered to witness what the world would be wearing for years to come.

Understanding the weight of this moment, and how fortunate you were to be part of it, it was today, of all days, that you were running late.

Jostling through the crowded public transport, the stifling heat of the subway still clinging to you, you emerged onto the bustling streets. Honking cars trapped in gridlock loomed like a barrier between you and the entrance to Fashion Week. 

You weaved through the chaos, silently praying that nothing had fallen out of your purse—the zipper had been open the entire time. When you finally reached the gate, security stopped you, informing you that guests were about to arrive and the staff entrance was now closed. Only those with crew tags could be admitted, and they had been distributed during assembly—an hour and a half ago.

You sent a silent prayer for a miracle, but it seemed even God was sitting this one out. Pleading with the guards got you nowhere. You couldn’t call your boss; this was your first mistake of the season, and if fashion had taught you anything, it was to take initiative and fix problems before they reached your boss.

Circling the building like a shark hunting for a way in, you spotted him.

A face like an angel, wrapped in a sleek black Saint Laurent coat. You recognized him from today’s model lineup: fourteen shows, 6’3", lean build, size 43 shoes—Song Mingi, the season's newest sensation.

He’d been scouted in Incheon while buying a sandwich at a convenience store. Your friend in the industry took one look at him, got his details, and flew him out for a casting. He stole the show and was signed that same day.

He looked a little lost, scanning his surroundings with a phone pressed to his ear. Judging by how he hung up and stared down at his phone, whoever he’d called hadn’t answered.

Mustering your courage, you approached him. Tapping him on the shoulder, he turned, towering even more up close.

“Hi, you’re opening the first show, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, studying your face as if he should recognize you.

“I’m with Fashion Week,” you said, hoping to reassure him. He sighed in relief.

“Thank God. I’ve been trying to figure out who I’m supposed to meet. I’ve got this that I’m supposed to trade for an access tag, but no one’s shown up to get me and help.”

“That’d be me,” you lied smoothly. Admitting the truth would’ve been a disaster. “I’ll take you in.”

“Awesome! So, uh... do we just go in with this?”

“Yeah, actually, pass it to me, and I’ll get you checked in.”

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver,” he said, his tone completely at odds with his dark, brooding look.

As he handed over his tag, you finally had your golden ticket. Glancing around the crowded street, you nudged him, “Let’s go.”

He didn’t hesitate, looping his arm through yours. You both walked—though you had to pick up your pace to match his long strides—heading for the back entrance. Flashing Mingi’s card for the exchange with the guards and ushers in the front, you passed yourself off as his manager and were waved through with the temporary yellow wristband that lets you in.

Relief flooded through you when the plan worked.

You handed Mingi back his tag, reminding him to wait until he was called. You guided him to the model green room, where other models should be waiting.

“Dude, there you are!” one of the models greeted him as soon as you both walked in.

“Yunho!” you heard Mingi call his friend. “So I kind of overslept this morning and—”

“On the first day? Brutal.”

You slipped past the towering figures without a glance, heading straight for your station.

Unbeknownst to you, Mingi peeked over his friends’ shoulders, watching as you disappeared backstage, wanting to thank you, but the words never made it past his lips.

Before you knew it, it was showtime. You slipped into place just in time, heart still pounding from the earlier chaos, but no one seemed to notice your absence. You did everything you could to ensure the show went smoothly, handling last-minute changes, guiding models, and coordinating with the backstage crew.

And then, the lights dimmed. The music swelled. The air hummed with anticipation.

That’s when the white curtains dropped, and Mingi emerged. Now transformed with styled hair and makeup, zipped into an avant-garde masterpiece that must’ve taken hundreds of hours to perfect. He strutted down the runway as if he had been doing this for years, though you knew it was his very first show.

He exuded a natural talent and presence that had the audience captivated. But it wasn’t just his walk. There was something magnetic about him, something raw yet polished enough to turn heads.

For a brief moment, his eyes swept across the room and locked onto yours. You froze, convinced that he was looking directly at you rather than the sea of cameras and faces in the front row. You could’ve sworn he smirked as he turned to make his way back up the runway, leaving your heart still racing.

As the show continued, you found yourself catching glimpses of him every now and then backstage—during quick changes, makeup touch-ups, or casual interactions with the other models. Each time, he seemed more relaxed, slipping easily into conversations, though his gaze always seemed to linger just a moment too long when he spotted you.

You headed backstage to run an errand, and there he was—leaning casually against the wall, waiting for his next cue. He looked relaxed, with clips in his gelled hair keeping it flat and perfectly styled. As soon as he spotted you, a grin spread across his face.

"Hey, stranger," Mingi said, straightening up as you approached, hunting down a specific box in the corner. 

“So I heard something funny.”

“What’s that?” you asked, fishing out magazines wrapped in plastic and passing it off to the frazzled intern waiting behind you.

“The guy who was actually supposed to get me this morning? He was apparently searching for me outside for like, twenty minutes but I’m glad to see you actually work here and that I wasn’t an accomplice to some rogue crasher.”

You chuckled, continuing to hand off the magazines to the intern, who was struggling to keep up. “Okay, full disclosure—I was totally winging it this morning. I was late, I didn’t have my pass and used you to get in.”

“So I was a ruse?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, glancing at the intern balancing the heavy stack. “Take these to reception, and give them out after this slot ends,” you instructed, watching her scurry off.

Mingi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “I see."

“Desperate times,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders. “Sorry about that.”

“No need,” he said, leaning in slightly with a conspiratorial grin. “To be honest, I was too stressed to think straight too. First-show jitters and all.”

“Jitters? Your walk didn’t look like it was your first show at all.”

Mingi shrugged with an easy smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in a little more, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on a secret. “Honestly? I’m just pretending I know what I’m doing.”

You laughed, feeling your nerves ease a little as the conversation flowed. “Well, that makes two of us and you’re pulling it off way better than me.”

He grinned. “You look like you’ve got it all under control, though.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Looks can be deceiving.”

His smile lingered as his eyes held yours a moment longer. Then, his name was called from across the room. He glanced over his shoulder, clearly needed elsewhere, but before he left, he turned back to you, his voice a little softer. “See you after the show?”

You nodded, unable to help the smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, maybe," you said, your voice softening as he walked away.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of people, clothes and camera flashes. Every so often, you’d catch sight of Mingi, either on the runway or during chaotic backstage moments. And every time, he’d either flash you a grin or give you a subtle nod, like you were sharing some inside joke.

By the time the final show wrapped up, exhaustion was beginning to settle in. You were busy packing up when you felt a tap on your arm. You turned to see Mingi standing there, dressed in the clothes he wore this morning, but with his last runway makeup still on and his hair was slightly messy from the rush.

“So… I made it through my first day,” he said, beaming at you.

“Congratulations. Thirteen more to go,” you replied, returning his smile.

“You know, I wouldn’t have made it without you,” he teased, his voice softer now.

You waved it off, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “Oh please, you were the star today. I didn’t do anything, I just brought you backstage.”

“Well,” he said, his eyes twinkling, “I think you deserve some credit too.”

Before you could respond, a silence settled between you—one that felt comfortable, yet charged with something unspoken. He shifted his weight, hesitating for a moment.

“Are you sticking around after this?” he asked, leaning slightly closer.

You glanced around, noticing the crew still milling about but the bulk of the work nearly done. “Yeah, I’ll be here for a bit. Why?”

Mingi looked down, as if weighing his words before meeting your gaze again. “I was thinking… Maybe we could grab a drink or something.”

You hesitated, glancing around at the chaotic backstage scene—the racks of clothing, the scattered equipment, and the crew members still rushing around. Your excitement deflated a little as the reality of your responsibilities sank in. The day wasn’t quite over for you.

“I’d love to, really,” you started, biting your lip, “but I’ve got to stay for cleanup and a team brief afterward. It’s going to be a long night.”

Mingi’s smile faltered for a second before he gave a small nod, his expression softening with understanding. “Ah, I see. Duty calls, huh?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling a twinge of disappointment.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t imagine doing what you do. You guys really are the backbone in all this, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit down today.”

You gave a rueful smile. “Yeah, I should’ve been a model so the only move I would be doing is down that catwalk.”

Mingi laughed, a warm sound that made you momentarily forget how tired you were. “You’d probably pull it off.”

“Not with my schedule,” you shot back, shaking your head. “Or y’know… all this.” You gestured to yourself.

“Nah don’t say that. You’re gorgeous.”

Your stomach flipped. “The model height requirement, I mean.”

Mingi’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his head. He shifted his weight, biting back a shit-eating grin, as if debating whether to say something more. Then, his voice dropped a little, almost teasing. “Well, if you happen to finish early… maybe I’ll still be around.”

This guy...

You tried to keep your cool. “You should just go. Your call time is early tomorrow. Now that you’ve got your tag, you can just come in through the same entrance.”

He held your gaze, his smile lingering a little too long, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Damn. I was hoping you’d come save me again.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as he gave one last playful salute before turning and walking off. If only you’d love your job less, you would’ve been getting drinks with a fucking model right now.

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

moodboard for when the second playlist hits and u cant do it anymore

[shadowsegregious]

do you ever just thinkg about someone so hard it makes you want to fuckign vom it

[larkinginthedark]

Hey Lark, it's grandma...I'm just gonna heal you up real quick, okay? -Autumn

NO

[rogerrcoyle]

just maybe

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 10 - Overstimulation

Soap x F!Reader - 1.4k (on ao3)

summary: You and Johnny drive yourselves wild with a little help from a sybian. (You POV)

cw: overstim (duh), double penetration (dildo & cock), some light objectification, minor cbt, affectionate verbal humiliation, brief nipple play

note: reader is trans fem and the words used to refer to her genitalia are prostate, taint, length, clit/clittie, member, cock, hole, cunt, pussy

You can hardly breathe through the vibrations wracking your frame, your weight held up by only your elbows and the sybian beneath you turned up to its highest intensity, the small dildo attachment vibrating deliciously against your prostate and taint in a way that makes it feel difficult to even get a breath in. 

You’ve been reduced to nothing but moans and whines for what must be hours, rocking your hips as best you can to hump the toy beneath you but failing to get much sensation past the machine’s automatic vibrations. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Johnny chants, hunched over you and fucking you ruthlessly. It couldn’t be more obvious that he’s using your body for his own pleasure, any sort of consistent rhythm completely out of the question as his hips work almost manically. “Jesus!”

You can’t respond, not with the dildo inside of you being held steadily against your prostate by Johnny’s cock as he thrusts in and out of you. The attachment is driving Johnny nearly as insane as it’s driving you. You can commiserate with him, your own length pressed flat to the block of the sybian by your stomach. 

You’d gone a little stupid the moment Johnny had held your hands and helped you settle onto the toy, the stretch hardly anything for you to take and the vibrations mind-numbing even at half strength. Johnny had held onto his always minimal patience as best he could, holding his fingers tight at the base of his cock while he watched you ride your toy and pluck your own nipples, twisting until they ached. 

“So good,” he slurs over your shoulder now, mindless in his own pleasure. Your tits swing beneath your chest, back arched so you can hold yourself as tight to the sybian as possible. “‘S it– shit, fuck, ‘s it good for you, bonnie?”

You make a sound that’s as close to an affirmation as you can manage, body pulled taut as a bowstring. You’re right on the edge of something mind blowing, ecstasy just out of your reach.

“Hey,” Johnny pants, holding himself buried to the hilt when you don’t respond. “Hey, answer me.”

He taps your ass harshly, and you moan and the sting of pain. You slam your fist against the ground, straining desperately for a release.

“Johnny, Johnny, Johnny,” you cry, voice cracking on nearly every syllable. “Please, please, I’m so– God, Johnny, I’m so close, please just–”

The sound he makes is animalistic and he bucks once against you, strong enough that you and the sybian rock forward an inch. You yelp, scrabbling against the floor and inching that much closer to an orgasm. You can feel it right there, so close that you can’t believe you haven’t come yet.

“Whaddya need, pretty?” You think maybe he meant to purr, but the dildo is vibrating too strongly for Johnny to keep his composure and his words come out as breathy instead, as desperate as you are.

“Touch me, touch me, touchme, touchme–”

“Touch ye where?” His damp palms slip along your hips, squeezing your sides and trying to squeeze his fingers between your stomach and the sybian. “Your pretty clittie? I cannae reach her, lovie.”

You sob, pushing up from your elbows to your hands so quickly that you nearly faceplant, just barely catching yourself with trembling hands. The sensation shifts just enough for you to gasp when you lift your torso from the toy, the sudden relief of pressure making you jolt.

“Please, please–”

“C’mon, there we go,” Johnny hisses, pressing his palm to you, his entire hand easily hiding your member. “‘S that it?” He coos. “I cannae find it, lass, ye gotta tell me when I–”

The heat of him, the calluses on his palms and the heat of human touch is enough to have you finally coming, a wail tearing out of your throat as you paint the floor. You feel nearly hysterical as he rubs his palm against you, pushing you into the vibrating toy.

“Johnny!” You cry, hand flying to his thick forearm and scratching desperately. He pinches you in retaliation, just beneath the plush head of your cock, and you’re certain the sound that comes from you isn’t human. Spit dribbles down your chin as you pant open mouthed, orgasm seemingly never ending as Johnny doesn’t let you away from the vibrations for even a moment.

“Love your sounds, bonnie,” he pants, grinding himself deeper into your hole. You clench sporadically, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. The dildo pulls against your hole as Johnny tugs your hip back with his free hand, stretching you wider on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, starting to fuck you again as the last bits of come dribble from you. “Tight fuckin’ cunt, perfect pretty girl…”

You mewl, leaning back against his chest even though you want to collapse forward. You’re not sure your clit could handle the overload of sensation, you already feel lobotomized with your member resting limp against the toy. 

The deluge of continuous sensation – the vibrations against your clit and inside of you, pressed to your prostate, Johnny’s cock sliding smoothly in and out and in and out – keeps you from floating in the bliss of an orgasm wrung dry. On every breath out you whine, your breathing itself timed to Johnny’s thrusts. 

You feel like his puppet, moving on his toy how he wants, fucked on his cock how he wants, breaths lined up to his movements. 

“Pussy from fuckin’ heaven, Jesus,” Johnny keened, grip on your hips bruising as he holds you still so he can fuck you at his own pace, using you like just another toy. “Stunning girl, never been close to a hole like yours, fuck!”

“Johnny,” you whine, heartbeat in your fingers and toes, the overstimulation slipping quickly to painful. “Johnny, please, too much, it’s too much!”

He snarls, jerking you back against him and you nearly scream at the dildo pulling you wider for him. “Don’t be selfish.”

You’d have lost your balance if not for his hands, your own hands flailing for purchase and your cock slowly filling with blood, even after such a powerful orgasm. “Please, ow–”

One of his hands flies from your hip to your length, grip harsh. His palm comes down in a smack, and you squeal, arching away from him and only managing to hold yourself more firmly against the sybian.

“Cunt like this and you want me to stop?” He growled, breath hot against your neck. You nearly yowl at his continued torment to your clit, pinching and twisting and smacking, your length hardening in moments in spite of the pain. “You’re a smarter girl than that.”

You try to call his name but he tightens his hold on you again, all but guiding you back and forth on his cock with just his grip. The mix of pain from his hands and pleasure from his thrusts nearly makes you go blind, vision whiting out. 

“So close, keep– fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that, perfect fucking hole–”

He jerks you once, twice, wrist twisting right at your tip, and you scream when you feel another orgasm rush over you, every muscle drawing tight and twitching in ecstasy. Your own sounds drown Johnny’s out, but you can feel his cum flood your cunt hardly a breath later, and he buries his teeth in you as he grinds himself as deep as he can get. 

You can’t stop the tremors in your hands, made mute when Johnny still doesn’t turn the sybian off. Everything is so much that it nearly fades to nothing, a baseline of overstimulation and pleasure like you’ve never felt, cunt holding Johnny tight and twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, just like the rest of you. 

You have no idea how much time passes before he pulls his teeth away from your shoulder, pushing his face beside yours, nuzzling cheeks. Your lips quiver, unable to keep a single train of thought. 

“That was so good,” he slurs against you, turning to press messy kisses to your cheek. “And you’re still so tight, bonnie, can hardly– Christ, I cannae fuckin’ breathe with you huggin’ me like this.”

“Jo– Johnny–”

“Hush,” he dips his head, presses more kisses to your shoulder. “Just– shit, just gimme a sec and we’ll go again, yeah?”

Tears streak down your cheeks at the idea, fingers trembling when you reach up to run them through his hair, and your lips twitch into a cock-drunk smile as Johnny pets your sides.

[touchme-teezme]

‧˚💌 The Love Interrupted Series ‧˚꒰💋ྀིྀི

This is a short story series about non-idol!ATEEZ in university just fumbling through love, heartbreak, and getting tangled in messy situations. Mistakes, old flames, rebounds and everything in between. And yes, cliffhangers only — no sequels.

Happy new year! i’m back, did you miss me? i missed u! we’re kicking off 2025 (pretend January isn't almost over already lol) with this series to push myself, clear my drafts and, spice things up a little. enjoy!

💬 Inspired by stories, poems, and song lyrics. 💬 ATEEZ x fem!reader 💬 21+ only [MINORS DNI]—lots of smut, angst, cheating, hookups, manipulation and all the messy stuff you don’t tell the group chat because they’d definitely roast you.

🚩 Disclaimer: I don’t condone any of this hook-up culture bullshit. Been there, done that—it sucks. This is all for plot and my own skill growth, and ofc drama. Not a reflection of their irl character or my perceptions of them at all. So if this is not your thing, no worries, just don’t read or interact – like i am not even here, I’m a hallucination.

STATUS ⭑.ᐟ on-going

+ if you’d like to be reminded when a certain part is up, drop me a comment or let me know through my inbox (it’s always open). i’ll tag you when it’s up! xo

© 2024-2025 by touchme-teezme.

↬ Mingi “Last Pick.”

You and Mingi are best friends. He likes you, but you love him. One fight changes the trajectory of your friendship forever.

Read here

↬ San “This Time.”

The breakup for this couple was on the horizon. One of them was in denial, and it’s not you.

Read here

↬ Yeosang “Why Me?”

Yeosang realized he had feelings for you at the worst possible moment—now he’s spiralling and needs an outlet. Lucky for you, you’re here. Unlucky for you, it comes with a cost.

Read Here

↬ Seonghwa “I’m Sorry.”

Seonghwa needed a break. He also decided something needed to change, and after spending one night with you, and he’s wondering if he’s messed up… again.

status: delayed sorry (i be lying sometimes)

↬ Jongho “Who's That?”

Your boyfriend’s been swamped lately, trying to make it up to you. When you finally reconnect though, he can’t shake the feeling something’s off.

status: coming soon.

↬ Wooyoung “Come Over.”

Wooyoung, stuck in the aftermath of a breakup, finds solace on top of with you. You both damn well know you don’t deserve this… so why can’t it stop?

status: coming soon.

↬ Yunho “Choose Me.”

Yunho and his girlfriend have been struggling with long distance, but one encounter with you puts everyone on a path that you do not just come back from.

status: coming soon.

↬ Hongjoong “Take Care.”

Years after a painful breakup, you and Hongjoong cross paths again. You both go down memory lane only to learn something really are better off left in the past.

status: editing on hold.

[soyousavorthis]

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. || 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎.

i talk too much, so under the cut.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.

ꨄ they/she (they/them preferred, but she/her is okay too!!)

ꨄ lesbian

ꨄ minor

ꨄ should be a given bc i’m a minor, but nsfw accounts dni. yes, this includes if all your reblogs are porn

ꨄ i consume a lot of poetry, write a little bit.

ꨄ i post what i think, so expect a lot.

ꨄ music, poetry, books, writing, and decor are just some of my favorite things.

ꨄ i follow back.

ꨄ maga supporters, ignorant men, and homo/transphobes dni :)

ꨄ ask me anything, i will respond!

ꨄ always looking for mutuals.

ꨄ in a constant state of yearning.

ꨄ i have a lot of hyperfixations :)

ꨄ my other blog where i write is @keepitasagift

ꨄ i like to make collages or post pics that make me happy :) most are surrounding ethel cain or nosferatu

𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

꧁ arcane

꧁ ethel cain

꧁ motionless in white

꧁ poetry. (feel free to share some with me!)

music. ꧂

bats. ꧂

being chronically online. (is that a hyperfixation?) ꧂

horror. ꧂

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.

⚢ song- (as of 02.19.2025) onanist by ethel cain.

⚢ movie- nosferatu (2024)

⚢ book- the perks of being a wallflower- stephen chbosky

⚢ genre- horror

⚢ ethel cain project - (as of 2.19.2025) perverts (all of them, tbh)

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

main tiktok: ❦

editing tiktok: ❦

discord: ❦

twitter: ❦

airbuds: ❦

instagram: ❦

pinterest: ❦

spotify: ❦

soundcloud: ❦

intro inspired by @angry-oil-slick11 .

my 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 mutuals: @ariverworthwading, @angry-oil-slick11, @amb3r-wav3s, @bloodytiara, @waanderlussttt, @filthngrl, @white-crosses-black-crosses, @camwillows, @mamalovedme, @imfckngfantastic, @izzydreadful, @lettielux, @fveapplestall, @neverbelongedtoangels, @tessafrozencone, @honeygirlforever, @touchtillivomit, @ilikesoupandcookies, @starsandgoodness, @strangerrinthealps, @touchme-tillivomit, @perpetualturtles, @tiff6789wlwles, @bambienthralled , @singingladadada, 🕸��🌙

if i forgot you dm me & i’ll add you ♡︎

sorry if your account doesn’t link, not sure what’s up with that.

lmk if there’s any trouble w/ links

asks r always open and welcomed <3

[saturxnw]

uma combinação simples..

( coloquei uma foto embaixo, acho que ficaria legal. Usem como opção. Vou deixar alguns h.names de bônus para vocês usarem tbm! )

h.names

너 𝚐𝕚𝕧𝕖𝘦𝘮𝘦

[𝗆𝗂𝗌s가방]

theend.

10 : 02

( BÔNUS ) - 🍀

[...] 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙰.

𝗆𝗒 ͏𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗀𝖾, 🧡

(ㅤ…ㅤ)ㅤ % 4patas.

𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚. 🤲🏻

ineed y̶o̶u̶

touchme.

autorais de @unsolare, caso usem dê os devidos créditos!

[fushigur0slut4]

"One more time"

I'm not even gonna put warinings just know it's Dom reader afab and mommy kink

Nanami's finger slipped on the the keyboard from the amount of the sweat that was coming from him. Not because he was stressed but because of the way your youngest was lapping and his dick and stopping when he was about to cum.

You done it about 5 times by now and kento has reached the point to where he gives up typing whatever document he was typing.

"Shit" kneto let out ragged breaths as his dick twitched in your hands. He laid back on his desk chair. "Fuck sweetheart let me finish this first, then you can do what u want'

Kento looked under the desk expecting a response from you. You shook your head then aggressively latched your mouth on his tip.

Kento moaned unashamedly. You grabbed his dick and started bobbing your head up and down with your tounge moving skillfully around his shaft and rubbing your tounge on his Feneluem which put him on the edge.

"W-wa-ait stopp shiit" kento shook head side to side already being sensitive from the other times you edged him.

How you loved seeing your Fiancé moaning mess. You removed your mother from his dick and he was about to give out but went back to typing his document with a scowl on his face.

You started stroking his dick lightly just with your figertips then started stroking it roughly the removed ragged breaths from nanami's mouth you stopped just for then fun of it then started kissing around his upper thigh as you knew that's what gets him off.

His dick twitched and a drop of pre came out and you gave it a kitten lick.

Kento fully gave up typing, and closed his macbook. He lifted up his shirt and grabbed it with his teeth then started begging "please p-pleaae honey plea-Ah h-help me.. "

You gave his cock another kitten lick and got up from under the table you smirked at him than sat on his lap facing him. "You call me mommy or mistress got it babe" you told him .

"Yes mommy" he responded Sumbmissevly "such a good boy for mommy, now what should I help you with? " kento moaned as a response

Nuh uh, use you big boy words" "t-touchme"

You did exactly as he wished. You pecked his cheek then started toying with hot pink nipples you pinched them rolled them sucked on them and bit tthem "m-moore mistress, gi-gve me mare" Kentos words slurred as he told you that. You didn't respond and rolled your tounge around his nipple and pinched the other one. After about ten minutes of doing that. Your hand gripped his cock tightly

He moaned like it was the best thing in the world. You squeezed his tip then started stroking him at an almost inhumane speed

" ah-Ahh_oh agh-no st-op mommy, no no mistress I'm gonna - I'm gon"

Your pace didn't falter once while stroking him you used his pre as lube to make your strokes easier and before the both of you knew it he burst moaning like a bitch In heat you loved the sound of it.

Even as he cummed you continued stroking him not stopping once. Kentos hips thrusted into the air begging you to stop as he was sensitive but his pleas fell on deaf wears.

"No-n-no m-mommy, stoop i-it I- I"

The pleasure he was feeling as u overstimmed him making him a moaning mess. You squeezed his balls and tickled them , making kento moan louder.

You started rubbing the flat of your palm against his tip giving him a burning sensation

"No-no-no-no m-mommy, m-mistrees -nooo "

You rubbed your palm rougher against his tip and stroked harder. You kissed and sucked around his neck putting him on adge. You knew he was close as he started bucking his hips further and further into the air

Nooooo f-fuuuck m-mommy"

Not even a second later thick white spurts of cum flee out of his dick. And kento swore he couldn't stop Cumming. His cum spilt all over you still moving hand and his abdomen.

You stood up and admired the sight in front of you. A handsome blonde man with disheveled hair and rock hard abs, and you can't forget his half hard 6.5inch dick with cum dripping down it.

Kento groaned tiredly thinking you were done until you pulled out the cock sleeve.

"No mo-honey I can't cum anymore"

Kento whined

It seemed like is body didn't want to cooperate with his words as his dick twitched you pulled out the sleeve

"Come on baby you know you can cum for me again,

One more time"

[mintmatcha]

UGH TALK TO ME ABOUT FATGUM MINT I know he wouldn’t make the first move, he’s extremely aware of the dynamic between escort and paying customer and never wants to make you feel like he expects anything from you. And you’re biting the bars of your cage like TOUCHME TOUCH ME but also unwilling to cross the line he’s drawn GOD im sick

He wants to just love you without the cash flowing but if he doesnt pay, he can't guarantee you have a free night for him/ can't keep you from other men who treat you worse-

so you both are stuck in this loop that neither of you can escape

[expert-texpert]

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[ittybittybumblebee]

i will live forever yhere is always tomorrow to do stuff i dotnfeel like doing nd this will go on for eternity of course. time is nothing to me i will win this game,, time cant touchme my beautiful kingdom of Ill Do It Later will never fall