#aesthetic butt touches | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

biteofcherry · 4 months ago

Text

Dive under

part of Summer Garden project

Dom!Ari Levinson x sub!female reader

summary: Putting sunscreen on your man has never been so intense as it turns out to be with Ari. Especially his reward of your service steals your breath away...

warnings: bdsm; ssc/rack (safe sane consensual/risk aware consensual kink); Dom!Ari; submissive Reader; power exchange; cockwarming; asphyxiation; asphyxiation by submerging/drowning; sex; aftercare;

Heart of Ruby Masterlist

Ruby Garden Masterlist

Author's Note: This is a part of a series, but can be read as stand alone. And it's my entry for Essie's @bigtreefest Summer Lovin' 300 Followers Celebration! ☀️🎉I used: putting sunscreen on one another and pool. It's utterly filthy smut, but finished with a sweet dollop of care and connection, so I hope it soothes the burn that the smut part causes 😂

You thought the scorching flames of the current heatwave were going to be the reason for your ultimate death, but you were wrong.

The cause of immediate heart failure and dehydration (due to melting and dripping) was Ari.

A summer god, with his sunkissed skin and a beautiful peppering of freckles atop his shoulders, whose big hands should be registered as lethal.

The eagerness and giggle with which you responded to his soft demand to help rub sunscreen into your skin have quickly dissolved into a growing need.

Ari’s touch was firm enough to turn the sweet gesture into a foreplay that had your breath quickening and your lips parting on more than one gasp. To your great dismay, he stopped once he was done and gave you that warning glare when you pouted and wiggled your butt.

“You did me, so I get to do you,” you poked your tongue between your teeth and flashed him a cheeky smile.

“Of course.” Ari nodded, but before you got a hold of the sunscreen bottle he snatched it away.

“No hands, Cherie.” He announced in that annoyingly calm, confident tone that meant no budging even if you poked at him with all your might.

“No hands?” You frowned. “Then how am I supposed to oil you up?”

A twinkle lit Ari’s blue eyes, that evil spark foreshadowing some delicious suffering coming your way. And your Dom’s type of suffering was of the wicked kind. Intense. Which you both hated and loved. Okay, so you loved it more. But there was still that trepidation mixed in with excitement.

He moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled at the string tying the top of your bikini. Then he loosened the one around your ribcage, letting the scrap of fabric fall free to the ground.

You stared up at him; your brain not yet catching up with what was obviously as scandalous as a ridiculous plan.

The splash of sunscreen on your naked breasts shook you from the stupor. Your gaze dropped down, watching Ari pour more oil between and onto your boobs.

“Are you serious?” You huffed, yet you felt heat creeping up your face at the prospect of pressing yourself so close to Ari to smear that oil onto his skin.

One look from Ari was enough for you to instantly start into action, no further command was needed.

As he sat on the deckchair, you knelt behind him and pressed your chest to his back. You rolled your eyes, since he couldn’t see it facing away from you. This was the most ridiculous, downright comical thing to do!

However, the longer you rubbed yourself against his broad back, like some cat in heat, the less unaffecting it was. Quite the opposite, your body started responding.

By the time you rounded him and sat on his lap to press your boobs against Ari’s chest, your nipples were hard as diamonds and your bikini bottom was soaked. Ari’s palms touching you here and there didn’t help matters, nor the way he hummed in pleasure when you dropped to your knees.

You were sure it was still hilariously insane, more than arousing - if viewed from the sidelines. But as you moved your chest over his thick thighs, feeling those muscles flex, you didn’t care about the aesthetic aspect. All you cared for was that beautiful dick on full display, so close to your mouth, and the increasing need pulsing in your clit.

“You did so good, Cherie,” Ari caressed your cheek, then slowly slid his hand to the back of your head.

“Now shade my cock,” he guided you forward.

Your lips parted immediately, tongue flat over your bottom lip to feel that velvety hardness slide against it.

Ari leaned backwards, stretching on the deckchair with a contented sigh, while you remained kneeling between his legs. Mouth stretched wide over his girth, you took a few calming breaths through your nose to adjust.

Ari draped his calves over your shoulders, turning you into his personal, live ottoman. Yet you could still feel his muscles tense, betraying that he was keeping most of his weight off your body.

A new wave of heat flooded you to the very toes. Having Ari in your mouth was always a turn on, but this near slave-like play was adding a spice of a different kind.

Your brain seemed to switch off. There was only the musky scent of Ari mixed with sunscreen, the soft ripple of pool water behind you and occasional bird chirping somewhere far away. Your breathing was regular, your body turning cotton soft despite being in a straining position. There was warmth from the sun caressing your exposed skin, as well heat wafting off of Ari’s body.

You felt safe.

And aroused. A state which gained more and more attention as you felt your saliva pool around Ari’s cock in your mouth.

Some of it dribbled out when you had to swallow around him and his dick twitched in response to the stimulation.

You didn’t have to slide your hand between your thighs to know you were dripping slick.

Minutes, or maybe hours later, Ari’s hand settled on top of your head and with a gentle yank he pulled you off of him. You couldn’t help the little cough, or the swirl of dizziness. Ari’s gaze was intent on you the whole time, his touch comforting as he rubbed his thumb over your wet lips.

“Would you like some compensation for your perfect service, little sub?” He asked.

It was a game, since he would decide on whether to grant or deny you, as well the form of it. No matter how specific in your request you were. Which was a turn on itself, at least for you. To never fully know what your creative Dom would come up with, but trusting he’d keep it within the boundaries of your agreement.

“Yes, please, Sir.” You leaned into his touch and nipped his thumb.

Ari withdrew his hand. He snatched one of the folded towels and snapped it open. With one careless move, he threw it beside the pool. He pointed at it and commanded:

“On your hands and knees, Cherie. And turn around.”

You followed eagerly, even though the towel was a rather thin cushion between your body and the heated concrete. It wouldn’t matter anyway, since in a moment you’d be focused only on sensations provided by your Dom.

Waiting for Ari to settle behind you, you looked down at the dark reflection of yourself in the pool water. Sparks of sunlight glittered all around it.

Your loud squeak at the sudden slap to your ass sent tiny ripples on the water surface right below you.

Swiftly, Ari untied the strings of your bikini bottom and tossed it aside. You spread your legs wider, your back arching at the feeling of Ari’s fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh. He found you already sticky with your arousal, his finger slipping inside so easily.

“All of that from servicing me,” Ari praised, slowly stretching your pussy in preparation. “I’m a lucky man to have such a sweet, eager sub.”

“You’ll take everything I give.”

“Yes, Sir,” your voice turned breathy as he pulled his finger out and a bigger pressure stretched your hole.

Ari slid into you in a slow stroke, letting you feel every impressive inch. When his hips pressed into your ass, a shudder rocked your whole body.

His hands gripped your asscheeks then brushed up your back and onto your shoulders. He kneaded your muscles for a moment then moved his hands down your arms. When his fingers encircled your wrists, you knew to tighten your core muscles and stay in bent over position while he pulled your arms behind your back.

Crossing your wrists at your back, Ari held them in one of his hands. He wrapped his other arm around your middle to help you stay up. Then he started moving. Slow, deep thrusts that were as lazy and burning as the summer heat.

As maddening, too.

You felt his grip tighten to a near painful hold.

“Take a deep breath.”

You frowned at his confusing command, but did as asked anyway. It was instinctive to follow Ari’s lead, even if part of your brain was fidgeting with suspicious nervousness.

Suddenly your world was spiraling and the hot caress of the sun was replaced by the blue, cool abyss of the water.

A bubble of air escaped your mouth as you almost shrieked at being submerged, but you quickly closed your mouth. Your eyes were wide, staring at the endless blue and reflections of sunlight.

Your body tensed in that natural reaction to fight back against the potential death.

As it did, your cunt clenched so tightly around Ari’s cock that you nearly toppled yourself over the edge.

Ari pulled you back onto the surface and your mouth opened wide to catch gulps of air and blurt choked “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Pulling you into a sitting position, Ari held you close, your back to his chest. He tilted your face, so he could take a good look at you.

“Give me your color,” even as he asked, his eyes were studying every inch of you, searching for any sign of hurt, or extreme reaction.

Your brain needed a longer moment and a few more gulps of breath to connect with your actual state. As you settled back into the scene, you recognized your body’s thrumming need.

“Green,” you croaked. “It- I was shocked. Didn’t expect that. But I’m good. I’m still very much fucking turned on,” you laughed at the discovery.

You licked the water off your lips as you held Ari’s gaze.

“I trust you, Sir.” You assured him, letting him feel it by relaxing into his firm hold. And clenching your pussy.

“Okay then,” Ari gave a slow nod and leaned to kiss you.

Few heartbeats later you were hanging over the edge of the pool once again, while he fucked into you in a sensual rhythm.

You were melting into that sensation when Ari ordered you to take another deep breath. Despite knowing what was coming, the rush of being submerged and cut off air held the same strong impact.

Your pussy clenched and when Ari pulled you out of the pool, it kept pulsing in that rapid pace that announced impending orgasm.

When it hit you full force, Ari submerged you one more time.

Your body trashed in his hold, but not a single digit of his lost its secure grip on you. When you regained your breath, your gasps were mixing with raw screams; which only turned worse from the way Ari’s fingers tormented your clit to prolong the already maddening climax.

Whether it was because of the physiological reaction, or maybe you were so out of it, but you almost didn’t feel Ari coming. Your cunt was kind of numb, still clenched like a vice, so you barely felt his cock throbbing.

Through the buzz in your head you heard his groans of pleasure and some words, which your brain was unable to unscramble into the praise that it was.

Both of Ari’s arms weaved around you tightly, holding your shaking body as you rode out aftershocks of your orgasm and the shock of what he did to you.

Asphyxiation wasn’t your limit and you played with it before a bit, but it was always just Ari’s hand around your throat. He didn’t just up it a notch, he fucking leaped twenty stories up.

You sat by the pool in the same position for nearly an hour, without you realizing how much time had passed.

Ari’s softening cock slipped out of you at one point and his cum mixed with yours dripped out slowly. All the while, he held you in his arms. Your breathing and heartbeats settled into a steady rhythm. The sun has dried you off completely.

“Come on, Cherie,” Ari finally moved, picking you up easily. “Let’s go inside, before one of us suffers a sun stroke.”

“Mhmm,” you pressed your cheek against his shoulder, “No stroking for at least another hour.”

Ari huffed a laugh at your exhausted, but still cheeky tone.

“No kind of stroking at all. Not today.” He declared, carrying you into the rented, private beach house. “It was intense for both of us, but you most of all. We’re going to talk it all over, cuddle and then stuff ourselves with food.”

“Yes, Sir,” you sighed, but it wasn’t petulant. It was a sound of contentment and vulnerability that didn’t fear to show when in Ari’s presence.

You knew he would take care of you.

#bigtreefest #Ari Levinson x reader #Ari Levinson x you #Ari Levinson x female reader #Dom!Ari Levinson #Ari Levinson fic #essie’s summer lovin’ 300 follower celebration #summer lovin’ celebration #essie’s 300 follower special #Ari Levinson smut #chris evans smut #heart of ruby #ruby garden #summer garden #Dom!Ari Levinson x submissive!female reader

398 notes · View notes

lovdlydaz · 6 months ago

Text

❝ TOUCH ME WHERE YOU NEED TO, I CAN GIVE YOU MORE. ❞

loser!choi soobin x black!afab!reader

poor soobin, always been tortured and bullied at school just for being different and caring about his grades. but, need not worry, as you, his lovely best friend, show him things he would only ever dream about.

warnings: virgin!soobin, pervy!soobin, switch!reader, subby soobie, p in v, unprotected sex, m!masturbation, butt loads of praise, little tidbits of degradation, pet names, mommy kink, big dick soobin, js soobin being a little wimp enjoy

a/n: sorry for being so absent y'all, a lot has happened over these past months and i've been on and off in this community. i will try my hardest to get back in full swing since it is summer for me, but it isn't a promised guarantee. however, i will be writing more content for both k-pop and anime, since both are very prevalent in my headspace rn. but subby stupid loser soobin has been rotting in my mind for so long i just had to write about it, so please enjoy this as much as i most definitely did. love y'all, enjoy!!

it was never a quiet day in soobin's life, having to deal with all sorts of things from his work being shoved off his desk to food being thrown at him during lunch hours. this was his senior year of college and, by now, these childish adults should be over this phase right? but, sadly, since he had told people that he thought were his friends that he hadn't been laid ever in his life, they told the entire school and now every person that he comes in contact with either tries to seduce him or make fun of him because of this fact.

but not you, you were different.

soobin had always taken a liking to you, being his roommate and the one person that he could be himself with. he didn't have to make up a persona or have to be this way in order to be accepted, no, you liked and had in common some stuff that he liked, like anime and DnD. he was more than grateful that you didn't torment him like half of the school did, and that you were a pure soul that could do no wrong.

he followed you like a puppy ever since you two met, which you didn't mind but it sort of gave you scary dog privileges. every time you went to the store, he was right besides you with his headphones around his neck and hands in his pockets. no guys would try to mess with you since your 6'1 guy best friend looked like he could kill someone, but he would never.

he would wander off in parts of the store and come back with different manga/funko pops he would find of his favorite anime characters, begging you to buy them for him since he didn't have a stable job nor stable money. you were kind enough to buy it for him and watch him add it to his collection of funko pops on his shelf filled with manga and figurines and all sorts of other things. you watched as he happily organized his collection, giggling like a little girl as he stacked jujutsu kaisen volumes together like a jenga puzzle.

everything he did, you found adorable and innocent. however, he was far from it.

while you were asleep, he would crawl into your room and go through your dirty laundry, grabbing your freshly used underwear and crawling back to his room with them. he would hold them until his nose as he jerked off, moaning your name as he orgasmed right on them. of course he would wash them and put them back in your drawer without you noticing, but you never seemed to wake up despite all of that.

soobin never felt guilty about it either, since that was the closest thing to sex that he would ever get, that he thought of.

one day, you two were walking to the mall, your hair bouncing with your steps due to your letting your curls out in a controlled afro. he watched your smaller form move with your little pink skirt with your pink clothes and nice pink accessories. you had a bit of a bimbo aesthetic, not really so but you dressed in girly colors and girly clothes, never giving a care in the world what others had to say.

you were going to the store to go to a store that soobin specifically wanted to go to. it was a clothing store that also had some mangas in the back of them, but this time he didn't go for the mangas. instead, he wanted to go to the men's section to see what clothes he could get, since he had been wearing the same 5 hoodies ever since his freshman year. you went over with him of course, since you had fashion sense that he had no clue of what that even meant.

he looked at a shirt that had some cool little cartoon designs on it, along with some baggy jeans that had stars on them. he turned to you and held them out, your eyes lighting up and nodding at him for approval. "yes soobie! that fit is so hard," you giggled, soobin smiling at your excitement but he was heading to the changing room. you followed behind him, watching him as he went into the men's room.

he came out in the outfit and it looked so good on him, a little too good in fact. it had your eyes raise in shock and you biting your lip, his whole aesthetic was coming together nicely and it had you feeling things you thought you wouldn't feel for a while. especially for your best friend since freshman year, which was probably why and how these feelings developed overtime.

you chewed your lip as he walked up to you, holding his arms out and looking down at you. "you really do like it?" he asked, pushing his hair out of his face so he could see your face better. "y... yes! yes i do like it choi. it looks really good on you," you softly spoke, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion but he didn't think much of it. he just shrugged and went back to the changing room, getting his regular clothes on and taking the store clothes off.

after that, the whole day was filled with soobin using pinterest as his inspiration to find the coolest outfits that fit his aesthetic. you were happy he was finally starting to gain some confidence in his clothes, the outfits getting from baggy to tight to baggier to tighter. he had a good body so each outfit fit him perfectly, and you enjoyed the tighter outfits better than the baggy ones.

it was starting to get dark outside, so that was when you decided it was time to leave. you grabbed all of your shopping bags (you and soobin's), before the taller man stopped you. "oh y/n, you don't have to carry all the bags. let me do it," and he did. he grabbed all the bags out of your hands with no struggle, walking them to your car and putting them in the back. you smiled and followed after him, loving how kind he was towards you.

it was a nice drive home and you were enjoying his company, even though he was yapping to you about the newest episode of mha that had just came out that day. he had watched it before you two had left and it was plaguing his mind the whole time. he was so excited about it, even though he had the entire manga on his bookshelf that he read about 10 times in the span of 2 years. you didn't mind it however, since he was so cute when he was excited.

once you two got back to the dorms he took all the bags up the stairs and into your shared rooms, you right behind him and opening the door for him since his hands were very full. he walked in and dropped the bags down on the couch, turning around to see you closing the door behind him and locking it. he smiled as he made his way over to the kitchen, immediately going to the fridge since he was a bit hungry from all the escapades you both had went on.

you had decided to cook for the evening, letting him have time to grab all the bags and put them in your respective rooms. he realized how much you really spent on him and yourself, and he was just wondering how in the hell you had so much money. but, then he remembered that you did have a super rich family, and you were very smart so the school was paying you on a full academic scholarship. he was more than grateful though, so he would do something in order to make it up to you.

he would just have to think about it.

even though soobin was a loser and unemployed, he promised that he would still try to get you something special. just because you were his best friend didn't mean that he couldn't treat you nicely. so, he went to a store that you absolutely loved, a makeup store at that, and bought an item that you had wanted but it was out of stock when you both had went the other day. he also purchased a little bag with some stuffing paper, making it a nice little gift with a card inside.

he set it down on your bed when you were at class, since he didn't have class today. and since he didn't have class, he was going to cook for when you got home.

it took a lot of trials and tribulations in order to make a meal that he assumed would remind you of your home back in america, so it was a standard american meal. chicken tenders with fries and some fruit punch on the side. he made the chicken tenders from scratch and used some seasonings that you had brought from your home back there to use in the food. he knew that you were going to love this, and he was all the way right.

as soon as you got home your nose was hit with the wonderful scent of very good food in the kitchen, a smile on your face as you walked over to where the scent was originating from. you were pleasantly surprised to see choi soobin in the kitchen, wearing a tank top and shorts while cooking some more fries. you couldn't hold back your gratitude, going up to him and hugging him tightly.

"thanks soobie! you're the greatest person in the entire world," you beamed, making him 1. blush, 2. stutter over his words and 3. involuntarily gain a massive boner from the hug. he was very thankful for the baggy shorts however, and how he had tucked his cock in his pants to where it was barely noticeable. you did notice though, but you didn't speak about it.

the dinner was filled with laughter and gossip, you telling him about your girl drama while he ranted to you about his gaming prowess. it was a great dinner, and you were both very tuckered out by the time the sun fell.

going to your room you went to grab some clothes, putting your freshly done braids in your bonnet before going to the bathroom and closing the door. that gave soobin the advantage of going into your room and laying on your pillow. he could smell every bit of you, every single scent that lingered on you today was on the pillow and god did it make him hard as a rock.

he palmed himself through his shorts, groaning soft chants of your name and getting so caught up in it that he hadn't realized the shower had cut off, and you were now watching him with a towel wrapped around your body.

his glasses were fallen off his face at this point, tilted as he softly whimpered praise about how you smelled and how pretty you looked. he was so desperate for you that he couldn't stop himself from imagining how your pussy felt, how it smelled, how it tasted, everything about it. he wanted you so badly but he was too much of a pussy to ask you out, and too scared to lose the friendship that he had worked so hard to maintain.

you were his only friend, he couldn't lose one of the only people that understood how he was and why he was this way. he couldn't lose you, so that's why he only fantasized about you.

so, when he finally came back from his imagination his eyes traveled everywhere until they were met with yours. he jumped so hard he tumbled off the bed, quickly getting up and going to leave before you stopped him, despite you being much shorter and weaker than he was. he still let you stop him by standing in his way, giving him a fake disgusted expression even though you were dripping on your thighs right now.

"soobin, what the fuck?" you spat, making the pale boy look down in shame and fear. he knew that he was going to fuck this up, so small tears came into his eyes as the realization of what he had done and the punishment for it finally crawled into his mind. "y/n i— i'm so sorry... i'll leave if you want i... i'm sorry." he mumbled softly, trying to push past you but you didn't let him.

your hand traveled to his chin and you tilted it up, forcing him to look down at you, but in the eyes this time. you didn't say anything, but you just wiped his tears away and smiled sweetly at him. "soobie... don't cry. i'm not mad or disgusted at all, i'm just a little shocked is all," you admitted sincerely, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion. "why are you shocked?" he asked, making you chew on your lip and remove your hands from his face.

"well... i mean, this is one of the first times i've had a guy come into my room and sniff my pillows while moaning my name. so who wouldn't be a little shocked in this situation?" you giggled, making him loosen up a little bit. "yeah... you're right. so... you're not mad at all?" he softly questioned, making you shake your head. "no choi, i'm not mad at all," you reiterated, making him smile brightly at that.

however, you were pretty desperate as well, soaking between your legs and you were still very much naked underneath the towel. soobin also noticed how your voluptuous breasts were starting to poke through the towel, making them a lot more perky than he would normally see them. he could feel his cock throb at that, him gulping a little to keep the saliva from crawling out of his mouth. "though..." you trailed off, making him snap back to reality and realize that he was basically staring dead at your chest.

"it was pretty hot seeing you like that honestly... i know you've never had sex or a girlfriend before, so... i want to ask something of you," you got closer to him, standing on your tippy toes to try to be even with the man's face. "can i be your first?" you asked, not making a move until he said something. he lost his breath as soon as you asked that, mouth dry and heart threatening to pump straight out of his chest because of that revelation.

he needed a second to come down from cloud nine in order to answer you, so you let him. after a second though he nodded his head, you leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. his eyes widened in shock, he had never kissed a girl before, and this was like heaven on earth. he was so happy to be tasting your lips as his first time, and... you would be his first time for everything.

despite his avid use of the orange and black website that most pre-teens to bitchless adults go to for entertainment, he didn't have a fucking clue of what the hell he was doing. he just knew that you weren't letting go of the kiss, so he wouldn't either. that was until you did pull away, which had him chasing your lips desperately because he didn't want to let them go. he just wanted to be near you and be all over you, which he would in a while.

you giggled and got off your tippy toes, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bed. you put yourself on the bed and laid down, beckoning him to come over to you. he did so in an instant, he was so obedient and it was turning you on even more. you grabbed his face and started to kiss him deeper, having him on top of you made this even better since you could feel all of him all over your body and feel the way he squirmed under your touch.

you could tell that he was very nervous, the way he couldn't even touch your body and how stiff he was in the kiss was a tell-tale sign of it all. so, you pulled away (much to his dismay) and placed a hand on his chubby bunny cheeks. "soobie, you don't have to be so tense with me. i know this is your first time being intimate with someone, but you have to trust me, okay baby?" you spoke in a compassionate tone, the pet name just slipping out. he obviously didn't object to that but it seriously caught him off guard, which made his cheeks redden with a small nod.

you smiled softly at him before sitting up, gently pushing him down so now his head was at the edge of your bed. you took the towel and sat up on your knees, slowly removing it and exposing your naked beautiful body. well, he saw it as beautiful, even though you had some chub around your hips and thighs, but he didn't mind that. in fact, it seemed to turn him on more. he saw every aspect of you as a goddess in his mind, a person who could do absolutely no wrong. he was so in love with you, and he was very happy that he was able to get his virginity taken by someone like you.

once the towel was off you threw it to the ground, crawling towards soobin and straddling his hips. you leaned down and started to softly kiss his neck, causing him to let out a shocked noise at the sudden feeling of your plump lips on his sensitive neck. quite frankly, everywhere on him was sensitive, despite how many sessions him and his right hand had late at night. maybe because it was you, he wasn't quite sure. he just wanted this feeling to continue.

you trailed your lips down to his covered chest, looking at him and basically asking with your eyes if you could take off his tank top. "can i?" which was followed by an immediate "yes mommy," which had you a little taken aback. once he realized what he had just said he sat up quick, knocking you back a little and forcing your ass straight onto his clothes cock. he bit back a groan as small tears gathered in his eyes, covering his face and hiding it with his large ass hands.

" 'm sorry y/n— i-i didn't mean to say that it just— it just slipped out," he was basically pleading with you not to leave, he wanted to lose his virginity to you, he wanted you to take him however you wanted him to. he was about to cry when you just chuckled and kissed his cheek, making him flush harder. "choi, it's okay. you don't have to be so scared to try things with me. if i don't like it, i'll tell you. if i do like it, then i'll also tell you. and i quite frankly love that name. you can keep calling me that if you're comfortable with it, because i sure am," you told him, making him nod his head and softly smile at you. "okay... mommy."

now that that was out of the way, you went to go remove his top and he let you, holding his arms up and the top coming straight off. he then decided to slip off his shorts and boxers, leaving you both completely naked under each other's gaze. he was so beautiful, sleeper-ish build with silky smooth skin that you wanted to ruin. he was so perfect... god he would be the perfect man.

your lips connected again and this time soobin immediately melted into it, relaxing himself as you went back to straddle his lap. your ass was right on his cock, softly rubbing against just to see how his face scrunched up with pleasure in the kiss, swallowing up all his sounds. he loved this, this was everything he could've ever dreamed of. he was about the fuck the girl of his dreams, the reality hitting him like a pleasant surprise. he couldn't hold back the dripping of pre-cum that was all over your ass by now, making him even more embarrassed than he was before. however, you thought it was hot, and you wanted him to cum deep inside you.

this time, he was the one to pull away, panting softly as he looked at you with those bright eyes of his. "please... m-mommy just— just use me, i need it so bad," he begged you with such a whiny voice, god it had you throbbing so hard. you both were needy for each other and it showed with every action you two made towards each other. so, you didn't keep him waiting for long.

"of course baby," you cooed, biting your lip before starting to get yourself situated. you put your hands on his shoulders and stood up on your knees, guiding yourself to be right above his aching cock. he gulped as you started to sink down on his ridiculously big cock. seriously, how in the hell did he keep such a monster like this in his pants? you struggled a little as you tried to sink down, realizing that you would need soobin's help in order to fully go down.

though, when you looked to ask him for help the man was so far good, eyes in a daze and mouth open and panting heavily. he looked hot as shit but you needed his assistance in trying to get yourself fully around his cock, so you put a hand on his cheek even with your trembling hand. "binnie... c—can you please help me? you're... way too big—" you strained out, feeling the pain starting to kick in despite your wetness. this man was fucking huge and he didn't even know it, but he would help you at any means necessary.

so, he grabbed your hips and, with a little jerk of his arms, slammed you right onto his cock. this motion caused you and him to both moan out in pleasure, you arching your back and soobin's eyes rolling to the back of his head. after you both came down you started to slowly move your hips, your wetness covering his area so sloppily it was exactly like a porn video. he was mesmerized by your body and how fluidly you could move, he was in a trance by your hips. so much so that he involuntarily thrusted his hips upwards, causing you to moan out in pleasure but causing him to quickly stop your hips, confusing you.

"w— what's wrong bin?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady but you were already close to your orgasm. "that didn't hurt? what i just did?" he asked, which just made you softly giggle. "no soobin, it didn't hurt at all. please do it again," you pleaded, making something in the man switch by your begging.

he grabbed you and slammed you onto the bed, pulling your hips forward and ramming deep inside you. meanwhile he had no clue what the hell he was doing, he was just trying to follow what porn had taught him. although, he could tell that you were enjoying it by the way your noises increased in volume, how more fidgety you were because of the immense amount of pleasure he was giving you. so, he continued with his unorganized pace, still moaning alongside you as he did so.

"b-bin— fuck baby 'm's'close—" you whined, making him speed up a little as well. "f-fuck... me too mommy, m-me too—" he whimpered alongside you, you pulling him down for a steamy wet kiss. this instantly had the man's hips stuttering, shoving himself as deep as he could right into your g-spot, his cum flowing against it which had you clenching around him as well. your noises were equally swallowed by each other, this being the most intense orgasm both of you have had in your lives.

after a few minutes you both came down from your highs, you looking at the man above you who was a wreck. his glasses were basically off of his face now, lips red and swollen from your kissing, pupils blown and dazed with a red face to top it all off. he was so sexy, but he was on the verge of passing out. so were you, since that orgasm took a lot out of you. so, you both decided it would be nice to just lay next to each other, but not before deciding something.

"u-uhm... y/n?" choi chirped, making you turn your head in his direction. "hm?" "what... are we now?" he sheepishly pondered, you reaching a hand out and massaging his face. "boyfriend and girlfriend silly," you smiled softly, while he grinned brightly. "really?" "mhm. now goodnight baby, see you in the morning." your drowsy voice stated before he held you in his arms, you easily falling asleep. however, he couldn't sleep, because his mind was racing with so many things that sleep didn't come until the early morning.

which wasn't a problem, since you both slept until 1pm that day.

#txt smut #txt x reader #kpop smut #tomorrow together #soobin x reader #txt soobin #soobin smut #soobin #tomorrow x together #loser soobin #soobin x female reader #loser soobin smut #choi soobin #choi soobin x reader #choi soobin smut #lovdlydaz

266 notes · View notes

hai7ani · 1 year ago

Text

WHAT'S LUV? haitani rindou

sfw

happy birthday rindou ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

i like to think that rindou is a man of many things.

he likes you, he likes ran sometimes, he likes music, and he also likes garlic bread -- the saltiness that comes with it always makes him moan a little more when munching on a piece and you're beside him begging for a bite too. he pulls his hand away before running to the other side of the room to finish his bread because this is his, not yours, and he tells you to go away with a pout. you laugh while flying a leg to his butt before heading off to complete your daily to-do list, but when you emerge from the shower you see two big pieces of garlic bread sitting in a tupperware on the kitchen counter. he isn't home, he's left for classes -- he told you after peeking a head into the shower and eyeing cheekily at your naked body and getting kicked out by you with a blush and there's also a sticky note on it when you shuffle closer to take a look -- finish it for me. i'm full -- yeah..... and you know your stupid boyfriend has never been a great liar too :3

rindou is a fan of cinematography. whatever christopher nolan, fight club or aesthetic movie that you feed him on netflix during movie night every friday, he'll devour it every single time. and he hugs you close when you fall asleep halfway through the movie because he thinks you are so cuddly when you're wearing his calvin klein hoodie in his 21°C bedroom and your nose is in his neck -- soft inhales and snores blowing against his skin and he smirks a little when you unconsciously hook a leg over his hip.

contrary to popular belief, rindou is actually a big afternoon napper. he really loves sleeping when it's still 2pm and hot outside after a nice shower, wearing his favourite thin cotton tshirt and he's waiting for his hair to dry and he just ... lays in bed and then accidentally doze off because it's just too comfortable for him. he loves catnapping with you too -- on the couch, in his bed, in your bed -- just having you lay on his forearm as you fall asleep together feels so intimate and loving to him and he can't help but love you a little more when you wake up and look at him drowsily with half open eyelids, some stray hair sticking to your face and you've got some sleep marks indented on your left arm. he wipes your hair away for you, your face sticky against his palm from the heat, and rindou still pulls your body close by your thighs to press a sweet kiss on the corners of your lips. "hi." "hi..."

rindou was a chubby kid when he was younger -- paired with the little glasses on his nose, he's gotten bullied before for it. but after he's hit puberty at the age of 14 and has easy access to gym equipments, rindou trains whenever he can. there's a few stretch marks on his stomach and biceps and you know he's a little sensitive to them -- it's just there ever since he started training, he doesn't really know how it came to be, and he doesn't know how to make it go away either. though he can't help but get so shy and blushy before pressing a little kiss to your neck when you touch on them and smooch on them a little. "they're you, rin. they're a part of you." and you run your palm over the areas warmly while he purrs in your neck like a little cat.

he also adores it when you keep him on track for his diet. like the extra larva cake that ran had bought last night taunting him in the fridge and you push past his body to snatch it away from his sight before rindou can act on his desires. you're always there, and every time when this happens you always give him a scoop though -- just one scoop of the dessert after he flashes you some look of longing and you kiss his cheek with a mouthful of chocolate, "go now." he smirks while grabbing his gym bag off the rack, the bottle of his protein shake that you made for him earlier hanging off his pointer. "see you." and he leaves for his Sunday morning gym session with a giddy smile and a rattling, itchy heart.

rindou is a bit possessive. he likes to think that he isn't the over-protective boyfriend that most girls hate in guys -- he's just a little territorial when it comes to you. which is why he doesn't tell his friends about you despite their curious asks about his girl -- though everyone knows haitani rindou has a girlfriend, nobody knows who she is. and people had only found out how serious he is about you when some guy in tokyo manji had crossed his boundaries. he'd just joined the gang -- he isn't familiar with the people and the customs, but so many wants to know just who haitani rindou really is when provoked. and some idiot just goes up and pokes a finger into rindou's shoulder, talking down on him like he isn't the same guy who'd went to juvie with his brother for beating a man to death, and rindou isn't fazed at all by it at first. he's unresponsive to the guy's taunts, smirking when he talks big to rindou, but he finds himself getting irritated when he starts yapping about his girlfriend. "ah, my chick's actually really annoying, so i'm thinking of dumping her. you got any recommendations for me? i like sweet girls. maybe yours would do." rindou had punched the soul out of that man after grabbing his collar, daring him to say it again (he really did, and they get into a violent fight, and rindou won). but he gets suspended for a month because mikey is serious about his no-infighting rule, even though it wasn't even rindou's fault at all, and you'd gotten so mad at this asshole called sano manjirou after you find out the reason why your boyfriend had came over to your house with a busted lip and a big bruise to his cheek and he tells you that he won't be any attending gang meetings for now; that he'll be taking you to kyoto this saturday for a quick trip since he's freed up his weekends.

you stomp over to musashi shrine the next time ran tells you he'll be heading out to a meeting, and you point a long finger in mikey's face, "apologise to rindou." they'd all looked at you like you were some crazy woman when you'd entered, and an even crazier one when you mention the younger haitani's given name from your mouth like he's some close relative to you. "he's done nothing wrong. and where's the asshole that talked about me? tell him to come say it to my face." and draken laughs at it. so this is rindou's secret girlfriend. you frown in mikey's face to teach his men better, and he ends up saying sorry to you instead with a flush to his cheeks because he still holds a petty grudge against rindou for accidentally stepping on a packet of his unopened taiyaki that had fell to the floor (rindou wasn't wearing his glasses... hence the accident...) and you find out later that the guy who'd talked smack about you earlier was still in the hospital from his injuries. rindou drags you to the park later and sits with you at the swing. "everyone knows who you are now." he pouts silently, the possessiveness going hard on him (he just wants his pretty girl all to himself) and you pout too after a little while. "i want them to know me though." you murmur, and it's as if a switch had went off in rindou's head. he realises many things that night, and after he's walked you home he goes back and posts a picture of you and him hugging in bed (you're sleeping, your face is a little covered by his arms, but he thinks this will do for now) on his instagram later that night. stink -- he captions, he tags you, and he disables his comments.

you like drawing and doodling on rindou's untattooed arm when you're bored, and he watches you do it on his skin every single time with a lovesick gaze. sometimes it's a few smiley faces, other times some flowers (roses, bellflowers, orchids), and today you draw a bunch of black on the area just a little below his pulse that he cannot for the love of his life figure out what it is. he nudges your cheek with his nose after giving up and you hum. "what's that?" you simply smile, "my name and your name together. look closer." and he sees it all when he leans in next to your face -- your kanji and his kanji jumbled together in your pretty fine handwriting. from far it may seem like there's just a very huge mole on his wrist, but if one were to look closer, he thinks it's the prettiest thing they can ever see in their life (next to you). rindou doesn't let you wipe the ink off his skin later. he leaves your house that evening with a lame excuse of needing to get some errands for his mother because he'd forgotten despite your little whines and fits of telling him to stay, "it's your birthday, rin! i was gonna bring you somewhere..." you pout and he nods with a kiss to your cheek, telling you he'll be back soon and he rushes over to a friend's to ask for a favour.

"i'm closed for the day, rindou." his friend blinks, counting the stacks of cash in his hands and rindou scratches on his scalp. "i'll pay you upfront, in cash. just need to get this tattooed real quick."

rindou snaps a photo of it when it's done -- the tattoo fine-lined, fresh and red, and his skin is a little swollen, but it's pretty, and he sends it to you.

for you from me

n happy bday to myself too ig

HWAT THE FUCK?!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE RIN i love you to the moon & back 🤣🤣🤣🤞🏻💞 he's so silly i love him sm im gonna eat his cheekies

#MY BOYFRIENDDDDD #writing #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr #rindou imagines

410 notes · View notes

tj-dragonblade · 1 month ago

Text

[FIC] Adoration

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: E Word Count: 9503 Tags: dream sex, public sex, fantasy fulfillment, claiming, exhibitionism, possessive Dream, costume from Baldur's Gate 3, Wavemother's Robe (Baldur's Gate), blowjob, Dream with multiple arms, eldritch deep throat, gentle facefucking, facial, glass sex toy, butt plug, rimming, eldritch tongue, anal sex, top Dream, bottom Hob, size kink, eldritch size kink, Hob loves it when Dream gets big, human cocksleeve, the Dreaming is full of possibilities, finger sucking, manhandling, shapeshifting, unreal anatomy, belly bulge, tentacles, consentacles, more hentai than octopi, no suckers involved, sounding, anal gape, Dream has a vulva, cunnilingus, Hob Gadling 600 year reigning king of eating pussy, squirting, squirting facial, vaginal sex, top Hob, bottom Dream, more tentacles, wet messy sex, there are puddles, multiple orgasms, no refractory periods in the Dreaming, unintended uses of the New Inn's bar, cuddling

Notes: Third in the Appropriate Applications for Aesthetic Armors series (prior bits are Anticipation and Appreciation on Tumblr if AO3 is down). Took a year to finish but prompts lined up like dominos for this October and 9500 words later here we are. This is for the @dreamlingbingo adoptable prompt Monsterfucking, replacing square A3 Crossover on my card. Unless the BG3 costume Hob's still wearing counts as a crossover, lol. Also covers @monsterfucktoberbingo squares Eldritch and Tentacles, and then there's @gabessquishytum's Unofficial Sandman Kinktober prompts Dream Sex, Shape-Shifting, Monsterfucking and Size Kink (technically also Costumes and Body Hair but in an incidental-not-focused inclusion, and Toys and Hands feature briefly also). Lastly, if you're unfamiliar with the costume Hob's wearing, please see my RobeRef tag for proper imagery 🩶

Summary: Dream's fantasy of publicly claiming Hob in the middle of the New Inn is played out with a very enthusiastic Hob in his dream, as offered.

On AO3

"You should be flattered, Hob," Dream purrs, hand stealing beneath Hob's costume, caressing his leg, fingering the texture of his hair. "Their thoughts are fitting, when such exquisite and untouchable beauty moves among them." His hand travels firmly around the shape of Hob's thigh, curves possessively up the back of it beneath the armored skirt, fingertips stroking soft skin high up and in, grazing his nutsack. "And I am immeasurably pleased that I am the one who gets to take you home tonight."

"Aren't you sweet." Hob flutters his lashes coyly to cover the surge of arousal, the way he kind of wants to swoon at Dream just saying that sort of thing so easily while touching him so brazenly. "Promise, I'm all yours tonight. As long as you don't mind I'm getting a bit sweaty down below." His grin is a little breathless; Dream is fully fondling his balls now, rolling them between delicate fingertips, the knuckle of his thumb pressing lightly against Hob's perineum, and it is absolutely thrilling to be touched this way in secret when they're still in the middle of the crowded pub.

"You know quite well that I find it appealing," Dream says, with a sweet little glitter in his eye that makes Hob's pulse jump, and then Dream's hand drags warmly out from between his legs and up to grope his arse as Dream turns and leans in to kiss him. Dream's other hand sinks into his hair, gently grips around his nape and tilts his head back as Dream's tongue slips authoritatively into his mouth.

It is wet and filthy, insistent, devouring; Hob makes a sound into the kiss, opens wider to it, shivers as Dream squeezes his arsecheek firmly. This is not exactly publicly-acceptable behavior but that was kind of the point, wasn't it, even if it hadn't quite gone this way before—

Wait—

There are cheers and whistles around them, catcalls, someone yelling 'Get it Professor G!', and Hob is surfacing through his own awareness even as he buries both hands up into Dream's hair and sucks on Dream's invading tongue.

This is not how it happened—

Dream ends the kiss, draws back to a rippling murmur of approval from the crowd, and full clarity settles over Hob like sunshine burning away morning mist.

"I'm dreaming."

"Yes." Dream's tongue runs hot and heavy up his throat above the choker.

"And you're you-you."

"Yes." Dream straightens up enough to look him in the eye, caresses his face with reverent adoration. "Do you recall what I wished for, what you offered me, dear Hob, before you entered my realm?" His other hand moves out from beneath Hob's costume, settles warm on his bare hip between chains.

"I do." The words feel oddly, or perhaps appropriately, like a wedding vow.

"Then." Dream's fingertips trace down the scruffy line of Hob's jaw, curl under the end of his chin, tip his face the tiniest bit upward. "May I take command of your dream, and shape it for my pleasure?"

"Our pleasure. Please." He's always been pretty middle-of-the-road about public sex and exhibitionism, all things considered, but the notion that he can make something happen for Dream, can fulfill the fantasy of an unfathomably ancient and inhuman being, that definitely gets him going and he cannot wait to see what Dream will do with him here where anything is possible, how far he'll go.

The way that Dream's smile curls is both predatory and beautiful, and Hob's heartrate kicks up as Dream kisses him again, still holding beneath his chin. "Our pleasure, then," he breathes against Hob's lips, and the next kiss leaves Hob's head spinning. Slim fingertips move softly to the back of Hob's neck, undo the jewelled choker and tear the decorative chains free from Hob's torso, and then Dream's spread fingers are running up the center of Hob's chest, carding through his hair unobstructed as Dream ends the kiss.

Dream unfastens the cape from the pauldrons next, swirls it from around Hob's shoulders and lets it settle on the floor, where it spreads and shimmers and changes until the two of them are standing on a comfortably plush red carpet, warm and soft between Hob's toes, a clearly defined circle separating them from their audience.

Dream is currently taller than Hob by a handsbreadth and when he kisses him again, pulls Hob's head back with a gentle fist in his hair and plunges his tongue into Hob's mouth, filthy and possessive, Hob moans aloud. His hands scrabble for a hold along Dream's front and find that the black fantasy armor is gone, that Dream's instead clad in floaty layers of gauzy silky something that are warm and liquid beneath Hob's touch.

He grips two handfuls and hangs on while Dream devours him.

Dream's hands move next to Hob's hips, glide around beneath the skirt to grasp Hob's arse and squeeze. One hand stays; the other—something hard and warm and slick presses insistently against Hob's hole and his body yields readily, takes it in easily. He recognizes the shape of one of their favorite toys as it fills him, a slender glass plug with a mild flare, perfect for opening him up and smooth as silk when Dream slides it out and fucks it back in.

Hob moans into the kiss, lets go of Dream's gauzy robes and wraps both arms around Dream's neck. He rises up on the balls of his feet, arches his back to take the glass deeper as Dream pushes it in again. It's good, the angle and the pressure just right to really get him going; Dream fucks him smooth and unhurried, kissing him much the same way, and when Dream pulls away from his mouth Hob draws a shuddering breath.

"Dream—love—" He whines as the toy bottoms out in him again, a beautiful pressure in exactly the right spot.

There's a murmur in the crowd, a ripple of disappointment, and Dream purrs, the sound full of satisfaction.

"They know what I do to you, Hob, but they cannot see, not while you still wear this garb that so excites them." His mouth claim's Hob's again.

He recognizes what Dream is doing, can see where he's leaving Hob buffers, exercising restraint where he thinks Hob might appreciate it, and Hob loves him so so much for it. But he's not here for consideration; he's all-in, whatever Dream wants, however Dream wants this fantasy to play out.

He wrenches free of the kiss, both hands framing Dream's face. "Let them see, love." He kisses Dream again, short and fierce. "Let them envy. Show them everything we have together, everything you do to me, rub their noses in the fact that they will never have what is yours—"

Dream makes a sound that would be a whine if it were not so deep and rumbling, kisses Hob with abandon and seizes both halves of the armored skirt. He rips them away as easily as Velcro, leaving behind only what was connected to the chains across his hips—the slant of them means the full curve of both cheeks is now exposed and there's barely a miniskirt's length in front, easily pushed out of the way. The boots never made it into the dream so he's barefoot and now all but bare-arsed.

It's perfect.

And then Dream dips to kiss his throat and moves lower, lips dragging down through Hob's chest hair, down his stomach as Dream folds to his knees. He looks up at Hob and presses a warm kiss just below his navel, in the trail of hair that disappears into the silver filigree lace where the costume comes together; then, still holding Hob's gaze, he sits back just enough to flip what's left of the costume skirt out of his way, exposing Hob's prick to the crowd.

Dream lowers his gaze, then glances back up with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.

Hob flushes, just a little. "Dreamed myself a little bigger, didn't I?" he says, awkwardly. "If they're going to be envious, let's make it really worthwhile?"

"Indeed," Dream purrs, smile turning positively wicked. "I tasted so many daydreams of kneeling for your cock, Hob. Of. Crawling up beneath your costume, there in the pub." He licks wetly all about the head, the pushed-back foreskin, peppering more words in between. "Imagining the girth of you. The weight. The scent, the flavor, as they. Worship with their mouths." He swirls his tongue deliciously all around again, eyes finding Hob's and holding them, making a show of the way he slowly sucks Hob into his mouth.

His eyes roll as he takes Hob in, lashes fluttering, and he moans obscenely—which Hob gets is for the crowd, flaunting how good it is to have what they had fantasized, but it stokes his own ego and arousal all the same. To have someone as beautiful and unfathomable as Dream on his knees, hungry for Hob's cock—it is heady indeed, and he will never be immune.

Dream works his cock with flair and showmanship, which is of course incredibly sexy to watch from up here and also feels amazing, and it's only made more so by the one hand still snaking around his hip to work the glass toy inside him. Between that sweet pressure and the wriggling warmth of Dream's tongue, it takes him entirely too long to register that Dream has more hands on him than the usual two; there is a hand splayed on either thigh scratching through his hair in addition to the one working the plug in his arse, and another fondling his balls besides.

Hob can't say that he minds, honestly; Dream surpassing human limits has never been anything but a turn on.

And then Dream, who has precisely whatever internal anatomy he wishes, takes Hob's full up-sized length smoothly to the hilt, swallows tightly around him, lips pressed flush to the hair at Hob's groin. He draws all the way off, sinks all the way back down, slow and smooth, and Hob makes a trembling sound of approval. Dream does it a third time and stays, swallows Hob down and then sucks. He sets up a gently nursing rhythm, suck-swallow-suck with his gaze locked on Hob's all the while, as if he could truly draw sustenance from Hob's cock like this. One hand is caressing his hip and one is still twisting the slim plug in his arse; the other two move from the fronts of his legs to the back, further, wrapping tight around his thighs to keep him close. Dream is making hungry satisfied little sounds, muffled by the cock in his throat but carrying clearly to Hob's ears and the crowd all the same.

And Hob is dizzy, unsteady with how good it is, grateful for the firm grip around his legs that keeps them from giving out beneath him. His hands are light on Dream's shoulders and he's trying so hard to keep his hips relatively still under the onslaught of Dream's attentions. He bites his lip, stifling a moan on a trembling breath, and then Dream pulls back, lets Hob's cock slide wetly out of his mouth, wipes at the sloppy mess of his lips with the back of one hand and smirks.

"You are. Delicious," he murmurs, voice warm and dark; he presses the glass toy in a sudden sharp thrust where it's already buried deep and Hob jolts, gasps out a whine. His dick jumps as Dream does it again, bumping obscenely against Dream's plush parted lips.

There's a rippling murmur from the watching crowd; Hob had nearly forgotten about them. "Are they wishing they were you, love?" he asks, breathless; it's not much in the way of sexy talk but it's the best he can manage currently and Dream's smile curls up in satisfaction all the same. "They suitably jealous of you sucking my cock?"

"Indeed," Dream purrs, eyes half-lidded as he gazes up at Hob. "How they long to taste your spend, Hob. They are. Hungry, so hungry for it." He darts his tongue out, laps up the bead of precome leaking from Hob's tip. "But I would have them know—" Two of his arms guide Hob's hands to his head, then return to his thighs. "Show them, Hob. That this delicacy is for my tongue alone—"

He opens his mouth and grows still, waiting, placing the moment in Hob's hands.

And so Hob takes control, combs his fingers gently through Dream's hair and guides his beautiful face forward, onto his cock and all the way down, Dream's eyes never leaving his. The slide down Dream's inhumanly-open throat is so perfect, gliding and smooth, snug and so hot; he draws Dream off his full length and then slowly back on again, careful, savoring every inch.

Dream still has a hand on the toy in his arse and when Hob draws him back off his cock next, Dream mirrors the motion with the plug. Hob whines at the double slide, the glass out of his body and his cock out of Dream's mouth; then, as he reverently pushes himself back in, Dream matches the slide with the glass and Hob's head falls back, panting. It's so good, hot and wet around him, hard and full inside him, tandem strokes of mounting pleasure pulling breathless moans and little whines from him on every pass. He looks back down, down the length of his own furry chest in the deep plunging V of his costume and finds Dream gazing up at him still, docile and dangerous, mouth shaped beautifully around the lazy gliding rhythm of his cock. And it's. Hob's hands are buried in his hair, in Dream of the Endless' hair, and he's—face-fucking is entirely too aggressive a term for what he's doing, but he's gently fucking into Dream's beautiful face, he's allowed this privilege and he's swiftly unraveling as he takes it. His hips rock in a smooth steady cadence, in and out of Dream's mouth and throat, deep onto the toy inside him and he is soaring dizzily up to the precipice, ready to fall.

He's moaning helplessly as he nestles himself snug into Dream's throat, throbbing as he holds off his oncoming orgasm and Dream swallows him down, greedy, voracious, nose buried in Hob's pubic hair and eyes unblinking, locked with Hob's. Hob keeps one hand curled around the back of Dream's head, gentle, inexorable; the other he moves to Dream's face. He strokes his cheek with a trembling touch, drags his thumb down the stretched-open corner of Dream's mouth pulled taut around the base of his cock; he cups Dream's chin, feels how Dream swallows around him, brushes the backs of his fingers down Dream's throat and presses where he can feel the head of his prick lodged. Dream moans, which feels amazing, and presses the toy all the way in against Hob's prostate, twisting it as he goes. Hob's hips twitch helplessly at that surging jolt of pleasure, pushing him impossibly further into Dream's throat; he feels the crown of his dick bump past his pressing fingers and that's just—that's it.

"Fuck me, sweetheart," Hob gasps, voice shaking, hand trembling where he cups Dream's chin, "fuck me with that toy until I come down your throat—" He's so close, can feel it swelling thick and hot in his gut and then Dream slides off him.

"No, I think not," he purrs, over the desperate sound of loss Hob makes, and laps at the swollen head of Hob's prick with his tongue. "There is something else your admirers dream, and I would have it for myself—"

Hob is teetering on the edge, tense and ready to burst as Dream wraps a hand around him and strokes. Two of his other hands are still on Hob's thighs and the fourth wriggles the toy in Hob's arse, the tip of it stroking firmly across his swollen prostate and that's all it takes.

He comes with a bitten-off whine, great pulsing threads of spend that land all over Dream's face, thick and sticky in his eyelashes, vividly white in the red of his open waiting mouth.

The murmur of the crowd swells briefly, equal parts envious and approving.

Dream moans, deliberate and decadent, stroking Hob through the end of his orgasm, tongue out and poised under the tip of Hob's dick to catch the last weaker spurts. He curls it around the head lovingly, draws Hob back into his mouth just far enough to close his lips around the tip and suck, to tease the last drops from the slit with his tongue, making a show of savoring it. Hob's pulse is pounding in his ears as Dream pushes him right to the glorious edge of overstimulation but still he can hear the mutters of longing skittering through their audience.

Good.

When Dream has finished milking Hob's cock dry, he pulls the toy from his arse as well and drops it somewhere aside. He rises swiftly and yanks Hob into his arms, steadying him and descending eagerly on his mouth. He's vanished most of the mess on his face but his lips are still a bit sticky; he kisses Hob fiercely, possessive and thorough, and abruptly spins him around. Hob finds himself up against the bar, Dream stroking down his thighs with a small tap to either knee. "Up," he murmurs, lips against the dip of Hob's spine in the diamond left bare by his costume, and a quick glance down shows a pair of comfortably-spaced barstools right in front of him. He climbs up gamely, one knee on either stool, and then Dream is pressing him forward, down, until he is bent over the bar with his legs spread wide and his arse in the air, left completely bare at this angle by the remnants of the skirt.

"Delectable," Dream murmurs, hands roaming over the hairy curves of either cheek, thumbs stroking into the dimples there. His other two hands curve around the front of Hob's legs to stroke up the insides of his thighs. "Beautiful, magnificent, mine—" His mouth presses firm and wet to the open rim of Hob's body, where the toy has left him empty and wanting, and then Dream's tongue slithers into him, slick and hot and long and thick. It fills him, delicious and deep and Hob groans, breathless, delighted. He rubs his cheek against the bar top, splays his knees a bit wider on their barstools and arches his back, shamelessly begging for more. Dream's hands shift, pressing his thighs and cheeks wide, spreading him all the way open, and Hob cries out as Dream's tongue twists inside him, licking over his prostate with precision strokes. Dream is also running one slender fingertip around Hob's hole where it's stretched wide on his tongue, layers of sensation that are driving Hob mad with pleasure.

"Dream, sweetheart, oh shit it's so good," he babbles, heart pounding, hips flexing. He loves this about sex in the Dreaming, that he can come long and hard and be seamlessly ready for more, can take as much as he wants, as much as Dream will give him. He bears down on Dream's tongue, wriggles back onto it with delight; Dream's nails prick sharp at the insides of his thighs and the hair of his arsecheeks and Hob whines, breathless. "More. Please—"

There is a growling rumble from Dream behind him and the hands on his thighs yank, spreading him wider; the barstools clatter away so that Dream is supporting him fully. Hob yelps in surprise and then Dream's tongue is burrowing further into him in a rush, thick and wet and so fucking good and Hob cries out, panting, his body stretching eagerly to accommodate. Dream's mouth presses flush up against his hole and Dream growls again, the vibrations carrying through his tongue and into Hob, who moans helplessly. His dick is rock hard, the tip bumping up against the edge of the bar and smearing wet against the polished wood as Dream eats him out.

Dream lifts his hips a little higher, tongue wriggling inside him, expanding and contracting and twisting about; Hob keeps his knees drawn up, toes flexing and curling as his pleasure spikes and ebbs with the writhing fullness inside him. He's insanely turned on by the way Dream is just. Holding him up, like he's small and insignificant, like Dream will move and arrange him and fuck him however he likes—

Dream growls again, Hob whimpering at the sensation, and then he speaks. Which is clearly not happening with his mouth, occupied as it is; his voice rings in Hob's mind, in the fabric of the Dreaming around them, presumably audible to their audience as well.

Yes, Hob Gadling, I will move you as I please, fuck you as I like. You are mine—mine to taste, to have, mine to please in every way I choose. The rumble shifts, broadens; it's clear that he is addressing the audience now. Watch. Watch, and want, and envy, as I give my Hob everything he wants of me in ways you can only imagine—

Hob whimpers, dick twitching, grateful all over again for his immortality; he's not sure he would survive this otherwise.

Dream's tongue unwinds from within him abruptly, retreating swiftly in a way that makes Hob cry out as the shivery-hot sensation of it races down every limb; his cock spurts a little, not so much an orgasm as simply a sudden excess of pleasure and then he is empty again.

For only a second, though; instantly Dream's prick is there, pushing into him, and he can feel that Dream has Changed. He's tall enough to get his cock up Hob's arse while he's over the bar, for one, but also. The four hands that have been on him have multiplied, are six at least, eight, maybe more and he can feel Dream's presence swelling behind him, a magnitude and intensity that are spilling past any possible containment by a human-sized form.

But the fullness and the weight of Dream inside him occupy his attention with far more immediacy and he can hear himself moaning, gasping as Dream moves smoothly out and back in, picking up speed.

"Dream—Dream—aaaahh, Dream—" He can't get out much more than that, it's just so incredibly good. Dream has several hands on his legs holding him up wheelbarrow-style, is fucking into him fast and furious and the indignity of the position would make him laugh except it's not an indignity, it's fucking hot to be manhandled like this and he can't believe how much it's turning him on.

Dream nudges him forward, extra hands bending his knees up onto the bar proper, spreading them so wide that his leaking cock is rutting slickly against the polished wood every time Dream's dick sinks deep into him. His head and shoulders are beyond the far side of the bar top and he's gripping the edge tightly, hanging on for dear life while Dream pounds him senseless and he's never going to be able to tend bar at the New Inn again without thinking of this, ever—

Dream shoves deep and stops, suddenly; a pair of arms wind about Hob's chest to pull him upright, back against Dream's nebulous form and the way that changes the angle of Dream inside him has Hob crying out, tears pricking at his eyes. He's so full, it's such a sweet sweet pressure in all the right places and if Dream moves even just a little he's going to come—

Dream rumbles a pleased note; two hands slide through Hob's chest hair crosswise and beneath either edge of his costume, spindly fingertips brushing unerringly over both nipples in tandem. At the same time, the hands gripping around Hob's inner thighs tighten and Dream thrusts gently up into him.

The sound Hob makes as he spills would be embarrassing if he could bring himself to care, high and thin and gasping, again and again as he shoots all over the bar top, chest heaving under Dream's hands. And then there's another hand gently gripping Hob's hair, arching his head back while he's still panting out the last moans of his orgasm. Dream tilts in from above him, kisses those sounds right out of his mouth, another hand gently cradling his throat. It's light, possessive, sensual, and Hob loves it.

Dream kisses him down from the high until he has sense enough about him to reach, to cradle Dream's otherworldly face, to kiss him back, and to wriggle his hips demandingly because he wants more and he doesn't have to give his body time to recover.

Insatiable, Dream purrs, unmistakably pleased, and then. Then. There are just two arms around his chest and only two hands on his legs, hands that are spindly black claws, fingers like knives that are so very careful as they grasp under his thighs from the back and lift. Hob leans into Dream behind him, feeling the vast unknowable reaches of the cosmos condensed into whatever nebulous form Dream currently holds; he arches his head back and scrabbles for any kind of grip as Dream pulls his legs where he wants them, knees drawn up and spread wide, displaying him to the gathered crowd unmistakably speared on Dream's cock.

BEHOLD, Dream thunders, and turns a slow flowing circle, letting absolutely everyone see Hob open and impaled and wonderfully hard about it and Hob is whining at how utterly feral it makes him, being shown off like this. He meets a few eyes in the crowd; these are all nebulous theoretical people, no one he'll ever face in real life, and it drives him absolutely wild to see the hunger and the envy in these strangers' faces, for him, for Dream having him. His upsized dick is rock-hard, standing tall, straining untouched, beads of precome welling steadily from the tip and rolling down his shaft.

The hands splayed over Hob's chest are still relatively human shaped, fingers just a bit more spindly than normal, black nails a bit more claw-like. One of them strokes possessively through his body hair in the opening left by his ridiculous costume; the other wanders lightly up his throat and down again, back up to touch his face and Hob turns his head, sucks two fingers into his mouth, heedless of the claws. He laves them with his tongue, wet and thorough and unhurried, and Dream makes an encouraging sound that rattles Hob's bones, dick flexing inside him.

He's bigger, filling Hob more tightly than when they had started, but this is the Dreaming and Hob's body will take whatever he wants it to. Dream rumbles a growl and lifts where he grips Hob's thighs, drawing Hob up the length of him, then lets him slide down again, and Hob moans shamelessly around Dream's fingers, pleasure pouring through him. Gravity seats him all the way to the root of Dream's cock and it's exquisite, his own weight pressing Dream deeper inside him.

"Dream, love—" He breaks on a moan as he's lifted and let down again, the fingers in his mouth disappearing. "Deeper, sweetheart, fuck me senseless—"

The hands on him lose form, all of them, dissolving into shimmering tendrils of darkness wrapped secure about his thighs, keeping his legs up and open effortlessly. More tendrils edge beneath his costume to tease over his nipples and through his chest hair. Dream's face is all but gone, an impression of eyes and attention in the dark mass roiling above and behind and around Hob; it's like being cradled by a sensual black cloud with talented 'fingers' and an amazing dick and Hob is delighted to cling back against the nebulous surface of him and let Dream move him up and down as he pleases.

He's loud about his pleasure, moaning and cursing effusively while Dream wields him like a cocksleeve, sliding him up and down his eldritch length, spread open and on display to the riveted crowd. Hob's barely paying them any mind, his body alight with Dream's attentions, eyes heavy-lidded as they flicker over the audience. There are multiple people among the onlookers who are clearly touching themselves, faces full of envy and excitement, getting off while watching him get fucked by Dream, and that just pushes Hob higher. He squirms, wriggling all the way to the bottom of Dream's massive prick, clenching tight as Dream draws him up again, over and over.

His own cock is straining neglected with every pass and he whines, not touching it himself, that's not how this goes when his hands are busy clinging to Dream, but aching for the extra stimulus to drive his pleasure higher. Especially when Dream's just formlessness and tentacles (and that glorious dick) now, he'd desperately love some of that wriggly stroking attention paid to his boner.

"Dream, love, I need—"

Shall I allow your cock to your admirers, then, let the eager offer their skills that you might choose one fortunate soul for your pleasure?

There is a palpable stirring of interest in the crowd at that, more than one hand shooting up, but Hob shakes his head. This is about Dream flaunting his privileges, not sharing them, and besides. He doesn't want a stranger.

"No," he moans, arching his back and writhing against the eldritch bulk of Dream behind him as he's moved on that cock. "You, I only want you, just touch me please I am begging—"

Patience, dearheart, Dream rumbles, and Hob whines with frustrated anticipation. One of the tendrils at his chest draws out from beneath the open edge of his costume, lingers in the texture of his hair before sliding gently up his throat and around the back of his neck to carefully grasp his jaw from underneath, tilting his head back. Dream roils and a thick new tendril of shimmering black covers Hob's mouth; it is relatively enough like lips and tongue that he opens for it easily and loses himself in the filthy approximation of kissing, lets Dream devour his moans with relish. Other tentacles wind about his arms, down to his hands, split to intertwine with his fingers and Hob clings, delighted with the sweetness of this eldritch hand-holding.

And all the while Dream is still lifting him up the length of his cock and letting him slide back down, and Hob is very sure that every time he's let down Dream's cock is a little thicker, touches that much further inside him. Which is heady, and hot, and Hob hopes it's making the audience jealous as fuck to see him filled with so much; he can dream his body any way he likes here and if Dream wanted he would gladly dream himself unencumbered by any internal organs, a warm fleshy vessel meant exclusively for Dream's cock, no matter its size. He thinks maybe that's worth exploring later, a Dream so big Hob could sit on his cock and let it peek out his mouth, a fuck and a backwards blowjob at once, all of Hob perfectly formed for Dream's pleasure—

A low rumble of mirth tells him Dream caught that vision. Another time, beloved, comes Dream's voice, reverberating through and all around him. For now…perhaps this? The slender tentacle of Dream around one arm lifts and moves it, splays his own hand over his own belly right where the costume comes together as he slides to the base of Dream's cock again—and yes, there it is, the thick head of Dream inside him, deep up inside him where it shouldn't fit but here in the Dreaming it does and Hob can feel it, can trace the bulbous shape of it with his fingers, oh god—

He moans into the bit of Dream that's kissing him, caresses Dream's dick in his belly reverently, fervently, and then Dream is lifting him again, all the way up, dropping him again, all the way down, and it's so fucking good he thinks he might burst. He keeps his hand splayed over his stomach, the better to feel Dream pushing inside him on every pass, and the tentacle that had moved his arm unwinds, flows down past the crumpled remnants of his skirt to his groin and splits into tendrils. They snake lovingly through the thickness of his pubic hair, caressing the creases of his legs, curling around his balls, winding up around his rigid cock at last. His sound of desperate relief is swallowed by Dream and he quickly loses track of how many tendrils are in play down there, touching him everywhere, squeezing his cock and teasing around the head, the slit, with little touches that leave him panting. His balls are snugly wrapped and separated and receiving the same sort of soft teasing touches and there are at least three of these eldritch tendrils stroking around his hole, stretched wide on Dream's girth as it is.

When they slither inside the next time Dream lifts him, Hob shivers. And when Dream lets him slide down again, those tendrils are all curled directly against his prostate, pressed deliciously into it as the massive girth of Dream stretches and fills him. The tendrils wriggle where they're trapped, a beautiful stroking layered into the sweet pressure of maximum fullness and Hob cries out, muffled by Dream's pseudo-mouth on his, chest heaving.

And then, as if that were not the most exquisite pleasure he's yet been subjected to, the tendrils on his cock slither up and around the head, tiny threadlike delicate things lapping at his leaking slit before delving down into it, wriggling gently one after the other until they're intertwined down his dick shaft, stroking his cock from the inside. It's certainly not the first time in his very long life he's tried sounding but he's definitely never had anything so wonderfully squirmy down his slit before and sweet mother of god, but it's good.

It's even better when Dream lifts him and slides him down again, the wriggling in his arse around the mass that fills him, the bulbous rub of that mass deep in his belly beneath his hand, the soft writhing twist of the tendrils in his dick—and the ones under his costume up top, stroking his nipples, the pseudo tongue in his mouth that may as well be a cock the way he's sucking on it, the bit of Dream still wrapped behind his neck and cradling his chin, stroking his arched throat, he is being bombarded with pleasure in so many ways at once and his body is careening happily toward overload.

He's not even trying to temper it, clinging to Dream's tentacle-hand in the mass of Dream behind him and caressing Dream's dick in his belly and moaning with abandon as Dream moves him faster and faster. He can feel orgasm approaching, a great tidal swell bearing down on him and he is helpless to do anything but let it sweep him under.

It hits like a tsunami, crashing over him, wrenching a sound from him that is nearly a scream and leaving him breathless and gasping. His cock pulses, come oozing out of him around the tendrils that Dream has in his shaft and running down the length of it, messy and glorious. His arse clenches weakly, stretched too wide around Dream's massive girth to really bear down and that's a new delight to enjoy, definitely one for the record books. His chest heaves, he's moaning into the bit of Dream in his mouth, and Dream is absolutely roiling with pleasure in turn. His tentacles wrap tighter around Hob's thighs, lift him nearly free of his gigantic eldritch cock, and a thought flashes through Hob's mind, high on the tail end of his orgasm as Dream brings him back down. The tendrils down his shaft, the finger-tentacle-bit Dream had used on him in the waking world earlier—how amazing would it feel to be stuffed full of thick writhing tentacles like the ones currently holding him aloft—?

The thought must be vivid enough here in Dream's realm for him to 'see'; in an instant his enormous dick and the little tendrils that had been playing with Hob's prostate are gone and there are three tentacles rearing into Hob's view, each not quite as thick as his arm, their tapered tips shaped exactly like the head of Dream's prick.

WATCH, Dream thunders, to the crowd that Hob has all but forgotten about. Behold, as I give my Hob everything he should want, in ways only I can provide—

Hob whimpers into the bit of Dream in his mouth, pulse pounding, dick leaking around the tendrils still within it.

Dream lifts him high, tilts him back a tiny bit, and then the three tentacles dip out of his view, nudging wetly through the hair on the exposed bits of his thighs, his arse, zeroing in on his surely gaping hole. He has no real idea how much he's been stretched open but when the first tentacle pushes into him he barely feels it, despite its size. Then the second is there, wriggling alongside the first, squirming into him and that he can feel, gasping, moaning as the two together fill him. The bit of Dream in his mouth disappears and he lets his voice rise on a long, overwhelmed note as two arm-sized tentacles twist about in his arse, stroking everything, not at all in concert.

And then the third, it presses in between the other two and Hob cries out, wails long and loud as it wriggles in. He's stretched well beyond any realistic limits of his actual body, he knows, and yet here it just happens, because he wants it, wants Dream to work that third tentacle up into him, squeezed tight against the other two, burrowing deep. The way they squirm and slip past one another feels incredible, and the feeling just becomes more and more intense as they go. He's so full, deliciously gloriously unbearably full and his cock his full too, leaking continuously around the tendrils within it; his hand is still on his belly and he can feel the cock-head tips of each tentacle curling around each other as they push their way deeper and deeper. He's stretched taut on the girth of all three, spread open on display still by the tentacles around his thighs, and the view must be incredible for the watching crowd; he hopes they're absolutely ill with envy, witnessing Dream fuck him in so many ways not humanly possible.

Dream rumbles, a great bone-rattling sound that Hob feels in his teeth. I will have you now, my Hob, his voice sounds, and Hob wonders for half a second what he means, has he not been having him this entire time—

The tentacles within him writhe, separate, one sliding out while the others push deep, and then the one plunges back in while another draws out and then another and Hob throws his head back against the roiling there-but-not mass of Dream's shapeless form behind him, wailing to the heavens. It's incredible, so far beyond good, beyond whatever he might have imagined, the wriggling and the pistoning and the trading off, the slick twisting of each tentacle going out and back in, plunging so deep he can feel the sweet flares of pleasure all up his spine, the way each writhes against his pressing hand like Dream is getting off on that particular touch as well—

The tentacle of Dream that's supporting Hob's head caresses his arched throat lightly, and there are still tendrils toying with both nipples beneath his costume, another slim tendril curled in his navel and stroking the back of his hand on his belly; the tendrils in his cock are thoroughly drenched in his spend and squirming happily down inside him, almost a scaled-down mirror of what's going on in his arse and Hob can feel himself peaking again, helplessly, inexorably. His voice is one long continuous cry, broken by gasps for air, and then he is spilling again, shaking and shuddering through it, Dream barely pausing to let him ride it out before his pace resumes.

Dream's tentacles continue pistoning into him, frenzied and driven; Hob whimpers, overstimulated and strung out on pleasure, absolutely loving it. He clutches at his belly where Dream keeps filling him deep; it's good, it's too much but it's so damn good and he wants more, wants everything Dream can give him spilled thick and hot inside him and Dream is almost there, he can feel it—

Dream comes with a rolling groan like thunder, a tentacle pulsing deep inside Hob, and he can feel the heat and strength of its ejaculation against the hand on his stomach, which is so bizarre but still terribly hot. And then that groan sounds again and the second tentacle stabs up into his belly, bursting mightily, and Hob's breath catches in realization while his insides tingle with pleasure. Three of them. He sucks in a breath and then there's the third, burrowing frantically past the other two and spilling forcefully up inside him, Dream shuddering, that eldritch groan rolling all around them. It's so bloody weird to feel the familiar blooming of warmth so far inside him and there's so much of it, his belly sloshing just a little as the tentacles thrash weakly inside him, quivering, spent and shrinking. They make the most obscene squelching noises as they draw out of him one by one, and Hob has a brief second to imagine keeping all that come inside him, full up with all Dream could give him, before he feels the wet rush of it out of his gaping hole behind the tentacles, hears the way it splats on the floor below. Dream has stretched him marvelously open and trying to hold anything in is entirely fruitless, no matter the fantasy. It runs deliciously down the backs and insides of his thighs, his calves, as Dream lowers him and sets him on his feet, holds him until his trembling legs steady.

God, he is such a glorious mess.

Dream has shrunk back into a more person-shaped form, draped in one of his usual robes, by the time Hob trusts himself to stand on his own. He's inhumanly slender and willowy in a very fae sort of way, a handsbreadth shorter than Hob now and his still-otherworldly face is expectant, eager, just waiting for Hob to recover before he speaks; clearly they are not done yet.

"There is one final set of dreams, Hob, that I would claim from your admirers, if you are willing?" Black-clawed fingers reach to toy with the sweat-soaked hair on Hob's chest and his starry eyes blink sweetly.

"Anything you want, love." There's no exhaustion in the Dreaming, either, not if he doesn't want it.

"Thank you, my Hob," Dream purrs, drawing his hands back and rolling his slender shoulders so that his robe ripples off of him like water. Hob follows the movement with his eyes and finds that Dream's traded his cock for a sweet little mound, already dripping, trickling down his silky thighs.

Of course, naturally; they've covered Dream's claim on sucking and fucking Hob; it's only natural—apparently—that there would be people fantasizing about getting serviced by Hob, in turn.

He leans in to kiss Dream, brushes a knuckle over the silky hair above his slit. "And what is it we're doing here, love, mouth or cock?"

"Both, if you please. Leave no doubt. That all of your talents are mine to enjoy."

"Absolutely." He kisses Dream, picks him up with a firm grip behind his thighs, walks him over to the bar. Dream wraps pale legs around him, holds himself exactly right so that his cunt is teasing at the head of Hob's dream-enlarged prick with every step, warm and slick and wet, trickling down the underside of Hob's dick to collect on his balls. Hob is ready to shift him down onto it, put his back against the bar and fuck him senseless, but Dream had asked for his mouth too and Hob is so eager for a taste.

He considers putting Dream on the bar and seating himself on the barstool to eat, but he's still a bit open back there, Dream's eldritch fluids still a slick-sticky mess inside him and all over his thighs, which might leave him sliding around a bit. Plan B, then.

"Up you go, love, lay out for me," he says, sitting Dream on the bar and swinging him sideways so his legs are up on the bar as well. He hoists himself up after, Dream crabbing backwards on his elbows to get Hob in between his legs as they fall open and Hob dives in.

He's up on splayed knees, his well-fucked arse in the air and on display to any who'd like to see while he buries his face in Dream's juicy wet cunt. He groans his appreciation, licking and slurping with noisy enthusiasm; Dream tastes divine, as always, and Hob is suddenly ravenous. Nor does he care if he's blocking the audience's view; even if all they can see are his own hairy cheeks and open dripping hole, they can still hear precisely what he's doing to Dream.

And Dream makes no secret of it either, loud moans and sharp gasping cries that tell everyone gathered exactly how good Hob is at this particular art. Dream's hands—there are four of them again, and god but that's still so hot—Dream's hands are all buried in Hob's hair, stroking, tugging lightly, holding his head while he works.

Once he has lapped up most of the silky fluids spilling out of Dream's cunt, he slides three fingers deep into his pretty pink hole, crooks them so that Dream cries out, pulls sharply on his hair. Grinning, he sets his fingers to work, thrusting and stroking in merciless rhythm while his tongue flickers delicately all over Dream's straining clit. Dream gasps and cries out and clenches tight to his hair, hips tilting up into his attentions; Dream moves one set of hands, strokes them over the bare skin between Hob's shoulder blades and down, stretching and shifting form as they go until there are two tentacles at Hob's open arsehole, burrowing inside him and wriggling eagerly.

The sudden stroking fullness has Hob groaning, mashing his open mouth ardently to Dream's cunt, fingering him desperately all the while. His knees slip a little wider, encouraging the tentacles to delve deeper, his upsized dick just bumping the surface of the bar; he flicks and laves his tongue all over Dream's clit, drooling on it helplessly as he gasps and moans, flexing and squeezing around the flesh within him, just barely rutting the tip of his prick against the bar top and working his fingers deep inside Dream.

Dream is wailing, legs trembling, spindly clawed hands buried tight in Hob's hair and then with a shriek he is clamping down hard and rhythmically on Hob's fingers, thighs squeezing tight about his head. A jet of fluid hits Hob's chin and he shifts, mouth open, so that it hits his tongue instead. He groans, salty-sweet liquid fountaining into his mouth and running out again, collecting on the bar top beneath them. Hob crooks his fingers sharply, earns a jolt and a cry and another jet of fluid to his waiting tongue. He swallows a bit, savoring it as Dream finally goes limp, his narrow arse splatting prettily in the puddle that's formed beneath him.

His tentacles are still moving inside Hob, deliciously insistent; Hob is sure he's dribbling precome on the bar top and then there's a ripple of motion and Dream has hands on his shoulders again, the tentacles disconnected just like he'd done in the middle of the actual New Inn earlier and still wriggling away inside him, a good bit on the outside as well. Surely it looks ridiculous, like he's got two stub tails wagging to the gathered crowd but he doesn't care, it feels amazing and his focus is on Dream, just Dream.

Dream is panting, desperate and insistent as he hauls Hob's fluid-glazed face out of his cunt, hands tight in his hair. "Your cock, Hob Gadling, give it to me—"

Hob doesn't need telling twice. He scrambles upright on his knees, spreads them as wide as he can in the puddle of Dream's fluids, wraps his arms around Dream's thighs and hauls him up into his lap. His upsized prick finds its target unerringly and he thrusts in eagerly, earning a cry from Dream and a delirious plea for more, harder. The thick tendrils in his stretched-out arse writhe deliciously in exactly the right spot and it's so fucking good, sitting speared on that squirming mass with Dream sopping wet and steaming hot around his dick, with the heady scent of Dream all over his face and Dream laid out wailing in pleasure before him. One of Dream's arms is curled above his head, grasping at his hair; another is flung over his eyes and the other two hands flutter black claws delicately over his nipples and scrabble at the bar top, helpless and overwhelmed as Hob drives into him again and again.

Hob looks down his own body, past the damp curls of his chest hair and the ragged remnants of the costume skirt to where his dick disappears into Dream's slick pink cunt, pistoning in and out; he sees the swollen bud of Dream's clit straining and neglected between those shining wet folds and that just won't do. He briefly considers dreaming himself a third hand to take care of it, but between the fucking he's giving and the fucking he's getting he doesn't think he's got the focus. Besides, Dream's got extra hands right there—

"Touch yourself for me, love, let me see your fingers on your beautiful clit while I fuck you, Dream—"

Dream moans, moves a hand instantly to obey, slender fingers with their elegant black claws sliding close on either side of the little bud, stroking circles against the side of it with careful fingertips, another hand pinching a nipple at the same time. His head arches back and he cries out, gasping, so much wetter in an instant that Hob's barely got any friction inside him. It's glorious, but also frustrating and he speeds up, fucks harder, clenching tight on the wriggly bits in his arse at the same time, chasing orgasm with abandon.

Dream arches against the bar, legs trembling in Hob's hold, wailing a long note of ecstasy that climbs higher as Hob leans forward. He plants his hands on the bar top next to Dream's ribs, Dream's knees hooked in his elbows, and pummels into him until Dream is screaming, spraying liquid between them again in a glorious mess that Hob fucks right back into him, that runs down Hob's thighs to expand the puddle beneath them. Dream is panting these short sobbing moans with every deep thrust and one of his hands clings behind Hob's neck; the one that was just on his clit touches Hob's cheek, slick and wetness fragrant upon it as he combs it back into Hob's hair and clenches tight, tugging beautifully. His other two hands skitter down the bare diamond of Hob's back and scrabble wildly at his arse beneath the remains of his skirt, clutching, pressing, as if he could pull Hob any deeper inside himself. And then they change, shift, returning to the thick tendrils of before and slithering to reconnect with the bits detached earlier. Proper tentacles again, they quickly establish a rhythm, fucking into Hob in perfect counterpoint to his own pounding thrusts into Dream, who is coming again, warm liquid flooding between and beneath them. He's clinging and trembling around Hob's neck and gasping in his ear, and thank fuck this is a dream because they would never get the bar food-service suitable again—

The combination of Dream's dual-wielded tentacles and Dream's soaking wet cunt mean he stands no chance of lasting more than another minute and indeed he doesn't, pumping furiously into Dream's jackknifed body until it overwhelms him and he spills with a grunting cry, gasping, groaning, Dream squeezing tight on his cock again and again and wriggling ferociously inside his arse to milk him absolutely dry.

He collapses at last, panting heavily, disentangling his arms from Dream's legs and propping himself on his elbows. Dream's extra limbs slither out of Hob's arse and become arms again and the crowd, whom Hob had all but forgotten at this point, begins drifting out the doors of the Inn before they just dissipate, the building with them. Dream's hands are still around the back of Hob's neck and Hob dips to kiss him, sated and spiraling high and so very much in love.

When he draws back, they are no longer atop the New Inn's bar but in his bed in the flat above it. Or rather, in an upgraded hi-def version of his bed since this is still the Dreaming, plenty of room to roll about, the sheets just that extra bit softer. Dream is still beneath him and the stupid costume is finally gone so they're pressed naked together under the blankets, no trace of messes or fluids on either of them any longer.

Dreaming cleanup is a blessing, truly, though his brain still insists there ought to be a shower, at some point, just on principle.

He shushes it, kisses Dream again gently, savors this softness and come-down a long moment more. When he lifts away at last, it's with a besotted smile down at his beautiful Dream, and he reaches to brush a stray lock of ebony hair out of his pale perfect face.

"Well worth it, love?"

"Utterly," Dream purrs, with that smile that makes Hob want to offer himself up again. And he could, sure, but they have fucked quite a lot already, and it's really lovely just to lie here cuddling at this point, actually. Hob shifts so that he's beside Dream instead of atop him, pulls him close and nuzzles lips against his forehead.

"The tentacles in my arse while I was eating you out—that was absolutely inspired, love, holy shit." He plants a soft kiss at Dream's hairline.

"You were wet and open and presenting for it; I could hardly leave you unfilled." Dream snuggles contendedly up under his chin, against his throat.

"Hardly," Hob agrees, grinning. "I do hope you got everything you were looking for?"

"Without question," Dream sighs, happy, content, which Hob loves to see more than anything else. "I am satisfied beyond measure, in this regard, to have lain claim to you before all and sundry." He plants the softest little kiss against Hob's adam's apple, worms his arms—he's still got four of them—beneath and around Hob to hold him close.

"I'm glad," Hob says, grin softening to a smile, and he is. He's delighted to have done this for Dream, to have made him happy, to have given him something he wanted. "If you ever want to do it again, or—or anything else of the sort, just say the word. I like playing to your fantasies, that you'll trust me with what you want, that simple ordinary human me can give you something that's maybe just a little bit like what you give all of creation every time they sleep." God, but he gets sappy in the aftermath, doesn't he.

Dream burrows down against him, rubs his cheek against Hob's chest hair. "You spoil me, Hob Gadling," he says, warmth and fondness in his voice. "You know me to be greedy and intemperate, yet you offer so willingly anything I might wish. I should like to do the same for you."

"Oh love, honestly, I'm spoiled enough that I get to have you at all—"

"You had. Many interesting thoughts, during our lovemaking," Dream interrupts, two sets of fingertips tracing up and down the dip of Hob's spine, and abruptly Hob recalls his 'backwards blowjob' idea, the whole thrill of Dream filling him up with come, the potential of those tentacles. "If you wish to explore them, I am at your disposal."

And Hob, well. That's not something he's going to say no to, but.

"I will take you up on that," he says, with a yawn, "but another night. Right now, I'm in a fantastically comfortable bed with my dear, precious love who has just fucked my brains out in so many ways; I should like to hold him awhile longer, sleep with him close and safe in my arms until I wake back in my actual bed."

"This, too, I can provide," Dream says, a soft smile in his voice.

And he does.

= Started: 9/23/23 Drafted: 10/7/24 Posted: 10/9/24

#Sandman #Dreamling #TJs Fics #wip: a3

73 notes · View notes

camgoloud · 1 year ago

Text

okay sorry to be That Person but i’ve seen this in a couple of places and it’s been bothering me. guys babs didn’t smoke. no way in HELL did naberius tern ever touch a cigarette i mean look at him. you want to talk about someone who needs everyone to know that his body is a temple. IANTHE smokes because she saw augustine do it and thought it looked cool and everything for ianthe is forever and always about the aesthetic. the reason pal brought it up in his argument is that he’s been in ianthe’s mind and has thus absorbed the knowledge of how to smoke from IANTHE. which he then uses to be like “see, when souls overlap they will always bleed into each other.” he’s not saying that he learned how to smoke from babs. or even that ianthe learned how to smoke from babs! babs never touched a cigarette in his life. he was too concerned about “work[ing] his little butt off” (thanks ianthe for that phrasing I’m never going to stop thinking about it) to attain physical perfection so that he could win shiny trophies in every dueling competition the nine houses had to offer. i mean. come ON. it’s BABS

#i do think in a modern au babs would probably vape but no way would he ever go in for cigarettes it’s just not his vibe #like. not to Glamorize Smoking or anything but come on. he’s just not cool enough!#don’t know why this is a hill i feel the need to die on but i’ve been having a lot of emotions about him recently (😔)#the locked tomb #the unwanted guest #the unwanted guest spoilers #tug spoilers #is that enough tags? hopefully #naberius tern

523 notes · View notes

megzscribbleznwordz · 2 months ago

Text

The Aqua Teens And Love Languages!

this is kinda a mix between drabbles and headcanons? Idk... I wrote it so you can interpret it as either humanized or not, so go wild!

Frylock:

Quality Time: Oh goodness, please offer to help him with his research, I feel like he’d love to have a lab partner. Even if science isn’t your thing, he just appreciates the fact that you’re taking time to spend time with him doing something he loves. Does the same for you too, asking questions about your hobbies and interests. He definitely does research into your hobbies in his free time.

Words of affirmation: The king of oddly specific, somewhat weird compliments. Things like “you have a beautiful brain”, “your skin is so smooth”, things like that.

Physical Touch: Definitely more touchy than you’d expect. Not super into PDA, but definitely needs to be holding your hand like all the time. Eating dinner? Holding your hand. Sitting with the other Aqua Teens? Holding your hand. Any time anywhere he can, he will be.

Acts of Service: Frylock is big on acts of service. Be something simple, like tidying up your shared room; helping do daily chores; making a meal; or more complex things, like proactively helping you solve problems you bring to him if he feels like it’s in his capability.

Giving/Receiving Gifts: Definitely gives gifts of use. Accessories, books, materials related to your hobbies; Clothes and accessories that fit your aesthetic, things like that. Goes all out for valentine’s day, I feel like he’s a romantic at heart.

Master Shake:

Quality Time: Big one for outings. Loves places like arcades, retro gaming stores, bowling…Any sort of games you can play together he’s down for. Loves playing any sorts of games with you. Also a sucker for domesticity, He’d never really imagined himself to be a sappy sort, but something about chill days in cuddling and watching TV really brings a warmth to his heart.

Words of Affirmation: I feel like he’s not the type to give big dramatic heartfelt declarations of love… His affection really shows in how frequently he compliments you. Even little things, like I like the way that shirt looks on you, your hair looks cool today, things like that. He’s not the polite sort, and doesn’t really complement anybody but you.

Physical Touch: Oh my god he’s so grabby. Walking past him? You get a smack on the butt. Standing beside him? Definitely either have a hand on your waist or butt. Sitting next to each other? Definitely tries to coax you into sitting on his lap. The most smug asshole about it, too.

Acts of Service: He’ll only do things for you. He may grumble a bit about it depending on the task, but it will end up done (Probably better than you expected). I personally headcanon that he’s secretly a good cook, and he definitely puts his entire heart into trying to make you the best damn dinner around. Cooking is one of the few tasks he does without needing to be asked, and he only does it for you. Like, pointedly only cooks enough food for you two so you don’t need to share with Frylock or Meatwad.

Giving/Receiving gifts: He’s a bit of a material girl, loves receiving gifts. He really tries with gifts, but it ends up being something a bit odd. A book with a title that made him laugh, a poster for a movie you talked about exactly 1 time, things like that. He knows his own skill though, and typically gets traditional gifts for you. Think plushies, candy, flowers, the works.

Meatwad:

Quality time: Loves, loves, loves when you read him books! He can read on his own, but something about the way your voice sounds when reading aloud is so comforting to him. Please let him show you all his toys, it’ll make little man’s day. Dream Date? MC Pee Pants concert. Loves sharing the things he likes with you, and hearing about the things you like! Will definitely demand to join you next time you partake in a hobby.

Words of Affirmation: Gives you the sweetest compliments ever. Like, your hair is so soft, your laugh is so cute, I like the way that you smile. He doesn’t go out of his way to flatter you, but simply states them when he thinks them. Very cutely awkward when it comes to receiving them, very bashful and blush.

Physical Touch: Very cuddly. Like, whenever you guys are just hanging out he wants to hold you/be held by you. A bit more of a little spoon due to being generally smaller than most people, but absolutely loves wrapping himself around you in a close embrace. Takes after Frylock in the way he needs to hold your hand constantly.

Acts of Service: Very much a sucker for the classics. Things like holding doors for you, carrying your bags whenever you two are shopping together, trying to do all the ‘manly’ tasks for you, etc.

Giving/Receiving gifts: Biggest maker of homemade gifts right here. Draws you, buys beads and makes you jewelry, writes and makes up stories for only you, even trying to make simple treats for you (Fudge, brownies, things like that.)

#Aqua Teen Hunger Force X Reader #ATHF x Reader #athf x reader #Frylock x reader #Master Shake x Reader #Meatwad x Reader #gender unspecified #Aqua Teen Hunger Force #fuck it I'll put this in the show tag #adultswim #adult swim

95 notes · View notes

yuna542 · 1 year ago

Text

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 17<-

Part 18

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, dom!Minho, fingering

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: Currently I’m a bit busy with my mental and physical health. So if you have to wait for more parts I’m really sorry. I’ll do my best to upload! I really love this part and hope you will like it as well! Minho will always be my first big kpop crush -much love

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

The photo shoot went smoothly. Lee Know was a pro at this and the first pictures were finished in no time. He looked outrageously handsome in the outfits, which were mainly made of leather and thin fabric and you couldn't take your eyes off his thighs as his muscles tensed while posing.

Restlessly you crossed your legs on the small armchair as you were much more sensitive without your panties and you silently cursed Hyunjin for flinching at every touch and look from Lee Know.

Minho didn't miss your tense and partially absent attitude either. Especially since you shivered every time he stroked your thigh with his fingers or inconspicuously touched your butt as he walked by.

Just as he sat in front of you and the stylist was busy with his hair, you stared straight at your Ipad because you couldn't stand eye contact with him. He looked too hot and you were already rubbing your thighs together to relieve some of the rising tension.

Since the day you almost fucked in the practice room, there was this unspoken tension between you. His looks were more intense than usual, as if he was waiting for something.

But today without panties it was like torture. You felt exposed and as his eyes rested on your thigh, you could tell something was going through his mind.

You could only guess what he was thinking.

"When will the teaser be released?"

Questioningly, you raised your eyes and made the mistake of looking directly at him while he had not yet put on his shirt. His abs stood out under his marble-colored skin, making you falter. You could only stare at his broad shoulders and how the seductive muscles on his arms and chest tightened as he pulled the linen shirt over his head.

It took you a few seconds to remember that you actually wanted to answer him.

It will go into post-production tomorrow. We're aiming for next Friday", you explained quickly after clearing your throat and typing something on your Ipad quickly.

"We should have a movie night after everything is wrapped up."

You nodded quickly and squeezed your thighs tightly together to put a stop to your attention-seeking core. It didn't pass Minho by, but he was already called to the photographer and stroked your thigh as he stood up before disappearing back to the set.

You finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few minutes you decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup and recover from the crackling tension.

In the small bathroom, you marveled at the modern furnishings. In addition to high-quality cherry wood furniture, there was a huge mirror behind the stone sink, set in a golden frame.

The magazine company seemed to pay a lot of attention to aesthetics. While you stood in front of the mirror touching up your makeup, you didn't hear the door open and Minho slip in behind you because of the soft music playing in the room.

Until he pulled the door shut and stepped behind you and you could see him in the mirror.

"Minho? What are you doing here?", you asked in amazement and when you saw his face in the mirror, your heart automatically skipped a beat.

There was a fire burning in his eyes that took everything in and before you could react, he grabbed you by the hips and hunched you over the sink with his hand on the back of your neck.

One hand went under your dress and stroked your bare cunt, making you suck in a sharp breath.

"Fuck I knew it! You're not wearing any panties, you naughty kitten."

His grip on your neck was firm and he slid your dress over your hips without hesitation, giving him a perfect view of your ass and exposed core. Over the mirror you could see his eyes glowing with lust and immediately you got wet just from the way he dominated you.

“Should have guessed it, since you fucked Hyunjins thigh all desperate.”

He was still wearing the last outfit from the photoshoot that had driven you crazy. It consisted only of a linen shirt that revealed a little of his chest and a pair of leather pants that sat tight around his trained thighs.

His hair fell into his eyes, which shimmered like bitter coffee in the orange light of the bathroom.

"Hyunjin stole my panties earlier. Lino What..." but that's as far as you got, as he was already sinking a finger into your throbbing cunt and looking right into your eyes in the mirror.

Your mouth was open in surprise as he began to pump it into you mercilessly, putting pressure on your clit.

"You've had no panties on all morning like a needy slut. Anyone could have seen your bare pussy. The mere thought makes me hard. Do you think I'm going to let that go unpunished?"

In response, you could only gasp softly as he curled his finger inside you and you held onto the edge of the sink.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, kitten."

It sounded like a threat he meant seriously, and his voice got a lot darker as he continued to finger you, tickling the naughtiest sounds out of you. He pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and freed your tits, unceremoniously undoing your bra and tossing it aside.

"Now I want to see you scream around my cock!", he murmured, reaching from behind to take your breast firmly and knead it.

„What about.. the Photoshoot... Minho", you gasped and he just grinned savagely.

„They have to wait. I, on the other hand, can't wait any longer to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock." When he added two more fingers, you moaned loudly and moved your hips eagerly against his hand.

A knot formed in your stomach as he continued to pump his fingers into you and you clenched hard around his fingers when he bend you firmly with his hand on your back over the sink.

That's when he suddenly pulled them out of you, grinning in amusement as you whimpered in despair at the loss of contact.

"The only way you're gonna come is around my cock, understand?", he whispered into your ear and you heard him already undoing his belt buckle. You eagerly shoved your hips towards him and arched your back, while your heated cunt was getting soaked by just his words.

"Don't worry kitten! I'll bend you over and fuck you against this sink, like the desperate little slut you are."

You bit your lower lip in anticipation as you couldn't wait to finally feel him inside you. Your eyes met in the mirror as he pulled out his hard cock and palmed himself a few times.

"Look at you! How beautiful you are, all desperate for my cock", he purred and slapped your ass, that made you tremble beneath him.

He looked stunningly beautiful with the dirty smile on his pink lips and the fluffy hair falling in his forehead.

And there you felt his tip already at your entrance. A contented growl tore from his throat as he pushed relentlessly into you, and the feeling of him tearing your insides apart brought tears to your eyes. With your vision blurred, you clawed tightly into the stone of the sink and felt it pressed coolly against your belly as he sunk inch by inch into your aching core.

His fingers dug firmly into your skin at your hip bones as he began thrusting into you and after the first few times you saw stars, due to the immense size that was filling you up.

He was so big that it took your breath away and all you could do was choke out gasps as he used your sore pussy to please himself. His roughness and his desire for you sent heat throughout your body and the pain quickly mixed with pleasure into a single overwhelming sensation.

"You love this, don't you? Love being treated like a useless little fuck toy?", he moaned as the soft elevator music was drowned out by the slapping of skin and your dirty whimpering.

One look in the mirror was enough to know the answer to his question. He continued to hold eye contact, enjoying your fucked out facial expressions. Your lips were parted and your eyes were glazed with tears as he relentlessly thrusted into you, stretching your walls.

Everything inside you strained and the knot in your stomach was about to snap.

"Oh fuck, don't stop! Minho please don't stop!" you pleaded, squinting your eyes. He hit all the sensitive spots deep inside you that made your legs go weak, and his little moans that escaped every time he thrusted hard into you and slapped his balls against your clit, emptied your head.

Your begging only heated him up more and that's when you felt his hand around your neck, closing it around your throat unshakeable. With the pressure on your air supply, he forced you to open your eyes and lift your gaze.

"I want to look at your pretty face while I fuck you until you come around my cock!"

The eye contact over the mirror with him was too much. Seeing his jaw twitch tensely and him pulsing parallel inside you with his hand around your neck pushed you over the edge and you clenched hard around him before you came with pornographic moans.

Your lips were swollen and you looked so naughty you would have been ashamed if he hadn't kept thrusting into you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna use that tight little pussy, until I'm coming, understand?", he clarified as he noticed you squirming under him from the overstimulation. Your clit was swollen and you felt drowsy from Lee Knows assault on your aching cunt.

But his thrusts were also getting sloppy and he thrusted so deep each time that your fingers were already aching, from clawing so hard into the sink.

He looked down as his dick disappeared into your sore pussy and was covered by your juices and with another look in the mirror, your face tensed with pleasure was enough to make him come inside you. You felt him deep inside you painting your walls white and he sunk into you a few more times until he slumped over you, his breathing rattling.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed along your spine, up to your shoulders. As he did, you felt your juices mixing inside you and he sighed softly against your neck.

"Your so perfect for me...", he murmured and you smiled exhaustedly at him over your shoulder.

That's when he leaned down to you and kissed you so hard it made you dizzy. He moved his lips against yours with so much passion and your tongues played in unison that it was in strange contrast to his rough manner.

Now his touches were loving, careful and gentle, bringing butterflies to your stomach.

Before he pulled out of you, he grabbed wipes next to the sink and cleaned you and himself up. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm that had messed up your insides and after he threw the wipes away, he put his clothes back on, turned you to face him and helped you fix your clothes.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t take my time with you… I’ll make that up to you, I promise.”

Then he kissed you again, with both hands on cupping your face, and your body automatically snuggled up to his. He smelled like soothing herbals and woodsy citrus scents that messed with your mind while kissing you intensely.

"We should go back. We've been gone for too long", you moaned into his mouth in between kisses, because he made no move to let go of you. He kissed you like he needed your lips to breathe and as much as you enjoyed being caressed by him, you still had a job to do.

"I can't help it. I'm addicted to you", he said when he finally broke away from you and placed a few more kisses on your neck.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up with you", you said, fixing his hair a little so it looked kind of like it did before.

He gave you one last kiss, from which it was obviously hard for him to break away, and then reluctantly disappeared through the door.

Only then did you dare to breathe and with your heart pounding you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess and your makeup was completely smeared. You used the time to put everything back in place and at the same time you couldn't stop grinning.

Tonight would be the first night in the dorm and you had just been fucked by one of the most attractive men at an important photoshoot. It was too surreal to be reality and yet here you were, still able to feel him filling you up.

On the way back, you kept giving each other meaningful looks and smiling like love-struck idiots. That little secret between you was exciting and made the sex even more addictive. Later, when you were getting your things ready in your office to go home for the day, you started to get restless.

Moving into the dorm with the guys was thrilling and you were looking forward to it too. When you were done with everything, you went to the studio and found Chan at his laptop and Seungmin on the couch.

"I'd be ready", you said, and they both nodded.

"Yeah. We're done here for the day too. Let's get out of here!", Chan said and was relieved to see you.

It was a strange feeling going home with the boys and at the same time it felt right. They had become your family by now, after all, you slept with them too.

In the dorm you threw your shoes right off and when you got to your new room you were flooded with happiness. It had turned out really nice.

There was a huge canopy bed, a desk with everything you needed to work, a big closet, a dressing table and much more. Everything was there and the room looked inviting and friendly because of the plants and decorations Hyunjin helped you to choose.

Satisfied, you changed your clothes and in a pair of leggings and a top, you strolled back to the living room where Hyunjin was sitting on the couch on his cell phone.

When he lifted his eyes, he grinned with amusement.

Directly, you stood in front of him with your arms crossed and held out your hand.

"Can I have it back now?"

He took your hand, turned it and kissed the back of it teasingly.

"You're not going to get it back that easily. You'll have to try harder for that."

All right. If he wanted to play like that...

You kept your eyes on him and he looked surprised as you tied your hair up in a ponytail and got down on your knees in front of him. You stroked your fingers slowly over his knee and up his thigh and you could feel his whole body tense at the sight.

You looked him in the eye again, biting your lower lip seductively and stroking the bulge in his pants.

He smiled in anticipation and stroked his fingers down your cheek to your lips, where he pulled your bottom lip down slightly with his thumb and let it rest against your chin.

You leaned forward, enjoying how he was completely absorbed in you. Then you took his index finger and middle finger in your mouth and started sucking on them.

"Shit...", he mumbled aroused and you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Challengingly you let his fingers slide in and out your mouth as you would suck his dick.

"Oh my god...", you heard from the doorway and you both looked to Han who was holding an apple he must have grabbed in the kitchen. You used the moment to stand up, giving Hyunjin one last amused look as he grabbed a pillow to press onto his growing bulge.

Standing before Han, you put your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek before taking the apple from him, taking a bite, and disappearing into the kitchen.

Han and Hyunjin were left equally perplexed and Hyunjin now gradually realized that this was your sweet revenge.

Han dropped down next to Hyunjin and looked at him in confusion.

"What happened?"

"I stole her panties at work today, and this is how she's paying me back."

Han had to laugh and looked down at the pillow he was pressing between his legs.

"She got you heated up so easily and then disappeared?", he laughed, trying to snatch the pillow away from Hyunjin, who was desperately trying to fight off Jisungs hands.

"You'll get hard if she just looks your way!", he snapped at him, and you smiled as you heard their bickering all the way into the kitchen.

That's when Chan joined you and hugged you from behind.

„I missed you", he whispered near your ear and you leaned against him and giggled slightly.

„We have just seen each other."

„I know. It was still too long."

He pressed a kiss on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your body so tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

„I live with you now. So I have to see your face every day now", you teased him and wiggled your butt at him. You squirmed in his embrace as he lightly began to pinch your side and tickled you with a warm smile.

Quickly he turned you around and pulled you by the face into an exuberant kiss. You melted into the sweet kiss and pressed your chest tight against his.

„Channie don't eat her up on her first evening at the dorm!", Felix voice appeared next to you and you both looked at him with an amused smile.

„Hey, jagi", he said and you loved the new blonde hair on him that he got today.

„Hey Lixie. You look amazing", you said a bit flustered and the smile he gave you, lightened your mood even more.

„Let's get something to eat!", he decided and an hour later you all gathered in the living room to eat your delivered food.

„Jagi, if you want to stay in my bed for the night, I wouldn't say no", Han teased and Changbin looked at him while shaking his head.

„If so she would definitely want to sleep with me", he said.

„Next to you she would have no place in bed", Seungmin said dryly and made you all laugh.

„Absolutely. Bin, you would crush her while you sleep!", Han laughed at him and he drew his eyebrows together.

„With you, she wouldn't get a second of sleep. Cause you'd try to bang her all night!", he shot back.

Chan tried to hide his smile and Felix head rested in your lap, while you listened to them bickering. While you tried to follow the conversation, you stroked Felix's hair and he had meanwhile closed his eyes, humming delightful.

Hyunjin laughed loudly because of Hans outraged face and Jeongin snorted entertained.

"To be clear: Tonight I sleep in my bed. And all alone!", you declared and ended the discussion with that.

->Part 19

——————————————————————-

Taglist (closed):

@poisonivy21 @elizalabs3 @chartrucewhore @smutlemononeshot @hgema @bookwyrm28 @gemini-demon @jeongchaos @jihanlovic @comingupwithacoolnameishard @marked-unknown @yuhjoeyuh @bakedlilgoonie @itstorimf @toomuchtellyneck @ana-stasssiaaa @galaxypox @n034sy @amara-mars @purple-belle @amararosesblog @tori719 @rindomo @freakinthesheets-excelexcel @niaalove @crazyllamasurfer @luunaruwu @mariegalea @kimseungminsprincess @julciaqwerty @officialshania @whore4stucky9104 @foxinnie8 @i-dont-know-me-either @sirenthalia @mixling-blog @httpsmultifandom @hyunlixwife @eastleighsblog @tzalethhwang @queenofdragons12 @fixation-dump @midsoulz @emmxxsworld @scarletrosesposts @sugahannie @jinniespuppy @minervasystem @tasteskz-sworld @hyunlixsbbygirl

537 notes · View notes