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empirexsin · 2 years ago

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“ i don't know ” he grumbles, his hand stopping the motion of rubbing up and down her back. just rests there now. “ i think any color suits you ” he shrugs slightly, as if he couldn't care about the colour of the lingerie. and he doesn't care. only cares about if willow likes it. thinks he'll find her attractive in any color because she'll be wearing it. tries not to think too much about what it might look like on her. could look good. could look bad. could be a good advertisment but the real deal might look ridiculous. but joe doesn't care anyhow. thinks he'd be lucky to see her in such a vulnerable state. undressed to that extent. thinks willow doesn't realise how attractive she is. how joe can't grasp why she'd want him. not only because he feels he can't match this excitable energy she has, but because he doesn't think he's as attractive as her either. remembers how julie had repeatedly told him so. repeatedly walking in while he'd be shaving his beard over the bathroom sink, trying to groom himself to an extent she might suddenly think him attractive. instead she'd just scoff and roll her eyes, walk out. or stay by the bathroom door, asking why he was doing it, who for, as if he were under some kind of interrogation. ' you're the ugliest man, joe. and im stuck with you because i didn't take the opportunity to move to malibu when i had the chance. i could have been with some stud who didn't live with his mother '. remembers how all of these words hurt. how defensive he'd be over his mother. how he'd try to reason, again, why he lived with her. because she was ill. because he was worried. but none of these words seemed to translate in julie's head as good enough reasoning. his mother hadn't liked julie. but still wanted joe to settle down. get married. maybe because she thought it would be a better route than him taking care of her as he had.

can't remember laughing with julie. remembers julie pretending to laugh at him once. they'd been out at a friend's engagement party. julie seemed upset joe hadn't proposed despite the state of their relationship. seemed jealous and convinced everyone was talking about how unhappy their relationship must be. no one was. but she kept laughing and bringing up situations that had been unpleasant between them, but attempting to put a comical spin on it. a happy spin. they'd spent the cat ride home with julie shouting at joe as he drove, upset at him again, upset he hadn't proposed before her friend had got engaged. but willow laughs with him. has this kind of goofy humor he likes. that prevents him from thinking too much. “ i don't want speedos ” he mumbles, amused and yet a little convinced that willow would find it so funny she would buy him some to continue the joke. feels her kiss his chin, and flinches ever so slightly at the contact. pulls himself together. it's not because willow is a threat. knows she isn't. but he's hyper aware, and had let his guard down a bit in this scenario of laughter. only when he seems to come back to reality, he reacts as he does. hopes willow ignores it. always feels this sense of dread as if she might turn around one day to him and say she's sick of it. upset. doesn't understand why he'd react that way to her. it isn't her. it's never been her. if anything, willow is a safety blanket.

feels her hands bunch up the fabric, creasing his shirt a little. doesn't care. enjoys her nearness. thinks sometimes his reactions might highlight otherwise. worries about that. worries willow will be disappointed in the run up of their relationship progressing to an intimate level because joe is stuck in his head and can't help the reactions he sometimes demonstrates due to trauma. he also worries that it will affect her self esteem. doesn't want to be a reason as to willow becoming deflated. doesn't want her to not find him attractive. to give up on trying to get close to him. “ you know,” is worried. always concerned. always thoughts tangled in his head he can't quite escape. concern. “ i...i think you could wear anything and you'd look hot, willow. lingerie won't make me want you anymore than i already do ”

“ apparently it’s vagina floss. that’s how thin they are, joey. ” / @williopolis

“ then…what’s the point in wearing it? ” is constantly taken into willow’s world. a world where he’s informed about things he’s never heard of, and the explanations from willow sometimes are cryptic and hard to crack. if only because she has a certain way of speaking - of talking about things. willowisms that he’s learned over the time they’ve spent together, but will never have a degree in. he’s been listening to willow talk about some brand for the past twenty minutes. he’d been trying to watch television - not that there was anything particularly interesting on. instead he’s just been laid across the couch, taking up all of the space while eating lays crisps that sat on his chest. until willow seemed to take away the lays, put them to the side because she’d crawled atop of him, talking about vagina floss thongs.

this seems to be how their relationship is. willow constantly invading joe’s space and he allowing it. he’s only ever told her to fuck off or get off during the start of them living together. and once in a blue moon occasionally when he’s exhausted or trapped in thoughts that make him feel as if they could cripple him. willow offers an option for comfort during those times, but instead he feels himself lock inwards. unable to express or explain or seek a positive solution. there’s no solution to him during those times, other than shoving a knife down his throat or suffocating himself with a plastic bag in the wardrobe he can barely fit in. instead he’s left to listen to willow talk about a product from a brand he hasn’t heard of before. tries to understand whether she wants to buy one, or if her interest has just been caught - now fixated upon the thong that has practically no material.

“ are you going to buy it? ” asks upfront. doesn’t know if that’s the idea. willow wearing this tiny thong. doesn’t want to think too much on it. if only because the image of willow undressed in his head is for times he’s alone, rather than with willow on top of him right now. not appropriate when he’s just been eating lays crisps too. imagines ed doesn’t have this problem. the man probably never eats, just drinks protein powder, and so always has some kind of artificial taste in his mouth like mint or chocolate or banana. not the flavor of the lays crisps he’s been eating.

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islandofsages · 2 years ago

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speechless.

summary: in which you don lingerie.

characters: all the playable tall genshin men x male!reader

tags: queerplatonic, canon compliant, fluff, hc format

warnings: hugging, cuddling, touching in general, sleeping in the same bed

author’s notes: i am a trans man who likes the thought of wearing lingerie. so this should be no surprise to you. also bc i found a nice website of lingerie for men! it’s called xdress if any of you wanna check it out ^_^

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. ALSO DON’T MAKE THIS WEIRD/NSFW, I’LL BLOCK YOU TOO.

ayato

you can see his cheeks are tinted with a soft pink and accompanied with the wistful look on his face, you conclude that he’s being absolutely adorable

he’d say you look stunning but you quite literally stunned him into silence. so much so that you grow worried for a second because of his lack of response

you walk over to him to shake him back to life - but then he surprises you with his words, barely above a whisper

“you’re dazzling.”

you shoot him a smile just as dazzling and, though his face remains unchanging, you swear you can see him grow more bewitched by you

when he does finally move, he only blinks as if he’s been broken out of a spell and beckons you to follow him to bed to get some shut-eye

he asks his retainers to get you more lingerie the very next day

childe

he bought that piece of lingerie as a joke and because someone dared him to but you in the piece itself is no joke, oh no siree

he’s about to have a heart attack over how astonishing you look. look, he’s already clutching his heart like the dramatic guy that he is!

jokes aside, he absolutely adores you he always does but especially right now plus he’s glad that the piece ended up not going to waste

he’d shower you in compliments while holding onto you and you’d struggle to thank him for every single one that at some point you just drown in a sea of flattery

“archons, how did i end up with someone as fantastic as you?”

you say you’ll wear it more since he likes it that much and he just screams internally (in a good way of course)

will spend all his savings just to fill your closet with more lingerie with the highest quality imaginable good luck holding him back

diluc

immediately covers his eyes with one arm to hide his obvious blush and tries to walk away, embarrassed beyond a doubt…

…but then he couldn’t resist taking a peek and lingerie aside, he gives up when he sees your disappointed face

“im sorry, you do look breathtaking, i-i was just surprised…”

you tease him by saying that he can stare all he wants that’s why you’re wearing it in the first place and he grows redder, though his eyes never left you

he doesn’t know where you got it but all his questions on the tip of his tongue die - he’s got no time to ask questions, he wants to savor this moment as much as he can

…he just stares at you, the blush never leaving his face. but you don’t mind! you take the chance to strike some poses like some kind of supermodel. you’re lucky it works - his gaze grows ever more enchanted by the second

you can tell he wants to see you in lingerie again so of course you ask him to buy more; and he’s more than happy to oblige.

itto

this guy doesn’t even try to hide it - he’s staring intensely at you, all bug-eyed and his jaw dropped. you can’t help it; you laugh

it does make you feel very loved and much more confident in your skin though. itto’s always been an expert at that

he’d bug some people so he could borrow a kamera and take pics of you being absolutely attractive and you’d have to stop him from causing more trouble for the gang

“i need you framed on every wall in the house, (y/n). you look too good-looking for me to not do anything about it!”

you wanted him to be the embarrassed one but of course, things don’t usually go as planned with him and here you are, the embarrassed one

after convincing him to not take pictures of you in the piece of lingerie, you joke that he’d look good in one himself…and of course he takes that as a challenge

let’s just say you better be ready for tomorrow because he’s gonna blow your brains out.

kaeya

“oh my.”

that’s all he says upon first look. with a surprised expression and all, he takes you in as he looks you up and down

you begin to have second thought about this - surely you can never compete with kaeya’s beauty right? but then he sighs dreamily, interrupting your train of thought

he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear bashfully, which you admit is a bit uncharacteristic but to be fair, you wearing lingerie is pretty rare too

he asks you if he can touch you; if you let him, he’ll simply hold your hands in his and cherish the moment, cherish you

you feel like a piece of art in a museum - with the way he’s admiring you so intently and silently, you feel a blush growing on your cheeks instead

once he’s done staring, he goes back to teasing you, which obviously doesn’t help the blush on your cheeks. even then, you can see the slight pink under his eyes - his laugh couldn’t mask that much.

thoma

oh boy, i think you broke him.

he is as red as a tomato and his gaze is already averted, both out of embarrassment and politeness

you assure him it’s okay to look and that you two are partners after all. but don’t blame him - he’s just respecting your boundaries as always

once he’s finished being embarrassed ready, he’ll look at you in such awe you can see the stars in his eyes

“w-wow…you look amazing (y/n)…”

granted he’s still a bit shy seeing you wear such revealing clothing swimsuits aside but he can’t deny how charming you look

definitely wants to see you wear it again but he’s too shy too admit that

zhongli

if he’s holding anything, do not be surprised if he drops them - not when you look drop dead gorgeous

he coughs and clears his throat, clearly struggling to form a coherent sentence. you can’t help but giggle a bit at his reaction

“you…you look very handsome, (y/n).”

now it’s your turn to stammer. so there you two are, stumbling over basic vocabulary and faces painted light red

he fiddles with his fingers, as if trying to hold back from hugging or spooning you; if you let him touch you, his hands are ever-so-gentle; you can tell he doesn’t want to accidentally touch any inappropriate spots

you two end up spending a nice time cuddling as he drops a compliment or an “i love you” every few minutes

if he wasn’t broke before, he definitely is now because he’s buying you more lingerie and you can’t stop him

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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My Friend’s Father (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut, Domestic Violence, Angst

Words: 1,566

Please comment and interact…it’s what keeps this blog going

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‘Jesus Amalie’ Cillian gasped as he pulled away from her in less than a second, causing Amalie to display some form of disappointment.

‘This is inappropriate. I think you realise that’ Cillian then said calmly before telling Amalie to cover up. He didn’t want Denise to walk in on them and get the wrong idea.

‘I am sorry. I thought that, perhaps, you might be attracted to me. Most men are’ Amalie said a little surprised but without any hesitation at all, causing Cillian to cock an eyebrow.

‘Well, I am not. Sorry’ Cillian said, shaking his head in surprise about her bluntness.

‘Sure? Because it could stay between us, you know? Even if you have someone, that’s fine with me’ Amalie said, running her hands over Cillian’s chest.

‘I am sure Amalie and I am going to be straight to be honest with you. Even if I wasn’t seeing anyone else, I wouldn’t be interested, alright?’ he said firmly, moving her hands away from him and causing Amalie to nod.

‘I am sorry’ she then said, causing Cillian to chuckle.

‘Alright…have a good night, okay?’ he then said, almost amused by the situation, before walking into his bedroom.

***

By the point he walked into his bedroom, his phone had gone off four times already as you had decided that you were bored.

You had sent him one picture after another followed by a question.

“Which set of lingerie should I wear for you when you get here on Friday? Xx” you texted, causing Cillian to gasp and stare before picking up the phone and call you.

“You are killing me with those pictures you know that?” he whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh about his reaction. You were still wearing lingerie in all of the photographs you had sent him and, yet, he was clearly turned on by them.

“I am sorry, I just can’t wait to see you again” you responded and Cillian was quick to tell you that he couldn’t wait either before informing you about what happened with Amalie.

“I don’t blame her, you know” you told him before reminding him on the night you seduced him rather bluntly as well.

“That was a little different though” Cillian chuckled but you didn’t think that it was different at all. In fact, the situation was quite similar and the only difference was that the feeling of attraction between you and Cillian was mutual.

“If you wouldn’t have me, would you have…?” you asked and, before you could finish your sentence, Cillian interrupted you.

“No, she’s not my type at all” Cillian said without hesitation.

“So, what is your type then?” you asked curiously.

“Intelligent women, who are down to earth and funny and, of course, there needs to be physical attraction too and, whilst Amalie is pretty, she’s lacking something…for me at least” he explained quietly so that no one could hear.

“Good” you said, before asking him about his choice of lingerie again and he outright told you that he didn’t care because, whatever you choose to wear, would come off rather quickly anyway.

Matters escalated from there and, after talking about Amalie’s actions, you reached the point where you felt as though you needed to mark your territory in some way.

*** Phone Sex ***

You: So, once the lingerie comes off, what would you do to me?

Cillian: I think I would want spend an extraordinary amount of time in between your legs, making love to you with my tongue.

You: Hmm, you are so good at that too. I honestly can’t wait Cillian. I might need to pleasure myself tonight just at the thought of it

Cillian: It drives me wild thinking of you pleasuring yourself, especially without me there. So, are you going to?

You: Already started.

Cillian: That was quick.

You: I told you earlier, I'm in the mood. There is no stopping me.

Cillian: Are you naked?

You: I am naked on your bed with my fingers inside my pussy.

Cillian: Do you have a vibrator?

You: Maybe.

Cillian: That’s a yes…use it.

You: Are you naked?

Cillian: Not yet.

You: Take off your clothes.

Cillian: Alright.

You: Are you hard?

Cillian: I’ve been hard for a while.

You: Stroke your cock for me.

Cillian: Already started. Have you found your vibrator yet?

You: Yes, can’t you hear it buzzing away?

Cillian: Is it deep inside you?

You: As far as it'll go. Circling around inside me. It feels lovely. But your cock would feel so much better inside me.

Cillian: Fuck babe, I can just imagine what you look like spread out across my bed with your vibrator inside you.

You: Do you want a picture?

Cillian: You know I do.

You: Alright, keep stroking your cock for me and I will send you one.

[Sent Picture]

Cillian: Fuck.

You: I knew you would like it. Now tell me, what would you do to me if you found me on your big bed like this?

Cillian: I would get rid of the vibrator and replace it with my tongue and fingers.

You: Ummhh. Sounds nice. I'd like that.

Cillian: And I'd keep licking until you tell me to stop because you can’t take it anymore.

You: Then what?

Cillian: I'd move up to put my cock in your mouth and make you take in all the way.

You: Oh. I'd like that. I'd suck it well.

Cillian: You would.

You: You know you are the first man I ever did this with?

Cillian: Seriously? You are a natural talent then and I feel very privileged. In fact, that just turns me on even more, being the first man you did this with.

You: There is a lot of things I want to try with you that I haven’t done before.

Cillian: Like what?

You: I want you to tie me up one day and have your way with me. Then maybe some spanking too. Maybe even anal sex, let’s see.

Cillian: Jesus Y/N. I can’t wait to do all these things with you.

You: Oh god, me neither. Are you still playing with yourself there?

Cillian: Of course. You?

You: Yes…I am very close too but my vibrator just died.

Cillian: Take it out.

You: I did.

Cillian: Is it very wet?

You: It actually is. The whole shaft. I must be very aroused.

Cillian: I want you to lick it.

You: Seriously?

Cillian: Yeah, do it for me. It’s a big turn on.

You: Alright.

Cillian: Tell me what it tastes like.

You: Like my pussy I would imagine.

Cillian: So it tastes pretty good then.

You: It's not gross. It's very wet.

Cillian: Is your pussy free now?

You: It is.

Cillian: Slide your fingers in?

You: Okay. Here they go.

Cillian: Slide them in and out, nice and deep. Your fingers should be soaking by now.

You: Hmm, fuck I am so wet Cillian.

Cillian: Good. Keep fingering yourself. Hard and deep. Plunge them right in there and then I want you to take your fingers out and suck them for me.

You: So good, but I would much rather lick my juices of your throbbing cock.

Cillian: Your mouth would certainly feel so much better around my cock than my hand does.

You: Tell me what you would be doing if your cock was in my mouth right now.

Cillian: I think I would want to cum in your mouth. It’s so fucking sexy when you swallow my cum.

You: God, I love the taste of your cum. But the problem is that, you cumming in my mouth makes me want your cock even more.

Cillian: Fuck, just the thought of cumming in your mouth is too much Y/N.

You: Are you close?

Cillian: So fucking close.

You: Me too. Oh god…fuck.

****

With those last words, you came in unison, moaning into the phone as you were talking to each other. You were fingering your pussy hard and fast while Cillian was stroking his cock thoroughly, seeking his realise.

‘Jesus I think I made a mess on your bed’ you said, breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

‘I wish I could have seen it’ Cillian gasped, also trying to catch his breath.

‘I will give you your own personal show on Friday’ you then said just before you heard the doorbell ring.

You were worried to open the door, not knowing who it was and Cillian wasn’t expecting anyone.

‘Just go to the door and see who it is. If anyone asks, you are a friend of Denise and I let you stay there’ Cillian suggested while he was staying on the phone, somewhat nervously and curious at the same time.

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ihatebnha · 4 years ago

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Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be.

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely.

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet.

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not.

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know.

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #yall this idea has been in my head since last week #i just want to pose next to him in his merch as he looks in the camera all s*xy or whatever #im sorry i didnt write the actual d*ck s*cking i just honestly couldnt think of what he'd say and didnt want to make u wait #and to my insecure ladies... this is definitely abt u don't worry #bakugo most def likes a lil chub #i called him and asked #and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me #also i will do my other requests i swear #i just sp*t this out and needed to finish it before it d*ed #will i ever write another fic?#l*rd knows

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simp-cityxx · 3 years ago

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It’s Showtime~

A Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader fic (NSFW)

Summary: Your lowkey malewife Fushiguro comes to pick you up from work, but you have some ulterior plans for the night…

Warnings: Praise, Degradation, Lots of dirty talk, spanking, breeding, possessiveness; other general smutty stuff (read at your own risk)

A/N: so yea, Nanami and Toji exist simultaneously in this story which doesn’t make sense (but that’s hawt so) but yk what else doesn’t make sense? THE WORD MALEWIFE AND TOJI BEING REMOTELY CLOSE TO ONE ANOTHER! But yeh enjoy

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“Late again, huh.”

As you walked under the dim streetlight, Toji opened up your passenger door before crossing his arms with a blank stare on his face.

“Sorry. Nanami just needed someone to stay back and help file a few-“

He slithers a hand on your waist as the other tilts your chin. “Yeah princess, whatever.” Although his approach is far from polite, you’re far too focused on his touches to come up with a witty response. The way his words, gazes, and touches were coated with gracefulness but tinged with urgency drove you wild. It was far from erratic but not essentially delicate…this must’ve been the delicious taste of experience, and you were set for sails just thinking about it.

“What am I going to do with you…” he chuckles, pulling you into a kiss; one that feels almost too intimate. You grip onto his tight shirt with his toned muscles enclosed, leaving you practically gasping for air.

The kiss finally calms down and you hop in the front seat of Toji’s car. It always puzzled you how the man was able to afford such a lavish car on his own, Given the fact that he often took on the role of your “househusband”. You focused your attention as Fushiguro unexpectedly brushed a lose piece of hair out of your face. Even such a simple gesture had your thighs squeezing together, tensing up as the engine started.

“So why does that blondie keep working you so late anyways?��, He sits his hand on his chin.

“I think it’s simply the fact that im the only one who fully understands Mr.Nanami’s file systems.”

He chuckles, “Bullshit. Your boss totally has the hots for ya.” Trying to conceal his feelings on the matter, he opts to keeping his blank stare on the road.

You rolls your eyes, “You know it’s not like that.”

“Well if even if it was, you know I’m still your man,” he shoots you a toothy smile, god he was so hot when he smiled…

You giggle, rolling your eyes.

“You are so damn corny.”

The rest of the ride is quiet, as you’re caught up in your own head. This relationship with the sorcerer killer had been such a whirlwind, even after about three months. His arrogant and flirtatious demeanor never gave any indication that he would want to ‘slow down’, but somehow you were able to mellow him out. In some ways at least.

Before you knew it Toji was opening the passenger door.

“Baby,…..y/n”, He tapped your shoulder as you had kinda zoned out.

“Oh yeah sorry”, you stood up, only to immediately get tossed over the mans broad shoulder, sneakily hoisting you up with a hand on your ass.

“IM NOT YOUR FUCKIN WORM PUT ME DOWN!”

“Huh?”

Without batting an eye, he puts you down as soon as the front door opens.

……..

Walking into the bedroom, you decide to throw on something a little more…causal. (Something you really know will get him going). You grab one of Fushiguro’s oversized collared shirts, leaving it open to expose the skimpy new lingerie you had just bought. Although not something you felt totally comfortable in, one of your office friends insisted you buy it for a night just like this.

You sluggishly walk into the kitchen where dinner is prepared, stretching your spine with a heavy yawn, before glaring up at Toji’s ample chest, merely covered by a black apron.

The raven haired man looks towards you, almost as if he hasn’t noticed your change in attire. You sit down for your meal, a little disappointed at the lack of reaction from your man. You finish up dinner and sluggishly stumble to the living room. Toji is sitting with eyes unenthusiastically glued to the tv. As you make your way over to join him, you feel a tight grip placed on your hip, pulling you into a rather compromising position.

“I told you last time about wearing satin..”

The words crinkle in your ear, causing your spine to tingle. (He has a thing for satin, lordt knows why)

The muscular man begins to spank you, causing an unexpected moan to escape.

“Shhhh.” A deep sinister grin is painted on his face. “There’s no use in screaming anything but my name sweetie.” God, you hated the way his corniness turned you on.

He persisted, already pushing you to the brink as he increased the intensity through his large palm. occasionally he paused to admire his dirty work, placing the gentlest caresses on your stinging ass before causing you to whimper once again.

You were already panting when Toji positioned you in his arms bridal style. “Tired already dollface? But I haven’t had my way with you yet…”

Fuck. You clench your legs as the heat between your legs intensifies. The raven haired man picks up and shoots one of his grins, floppy hair covering his emerald eyes. You could just die right here.

Gently laying his prized possession on the bed, he positions himself in front of you as you undress him. He throws the apron to the side and wastes no time utterly demolishing the lacey lingere you had picked out for him.

“Toji! That was expensive!”

He merely shrugs it off. “Black card is on the desk babe. You don’t even need all this frilly shit to get me to fuck you.” You cross your arms and avert your gaze; pretending this isn’t the exact outcome you wanted.

“Pout all you want, but your body tells me everything I need to know princess.” As he whispers, He glides a finger over your drenched folds, causing you to release the most sickening moan to ever escape your lips.

“I never knew you were this much of a slut for me. We’ve barely even started…”

As much as you want to give a witty response, his electric fingers slip and stretch inside you, leaving you breathless. You burn all over as he leaves intense marks and kisses all over your skin.

“Stammering already?” He grabs your chin and leans in, pressed against your chest.

“How pathetic. Guess we’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners…” with that he growls, slinging your delicate legs over his broad shoulders. As he leaves kisses on your soft thighs, you shudder in ecstasy. He lets out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you tense up like that. Just relax; I’ll take care of it.”

Swiftly he begins unrelentingly devouring you. Kisses pepper your sopping cunt, accompanying the intoxicating hums he makes on your bud. Even with your screams and cries, he only lets up when you finally come.

“Good girl. Now can you do something for me?”

As you nod, he sits you down on the edge of the bed. He positions himself in front of you, giving you a clear look at his egregiously long and thick member. It’s a wonder the thing fit inside you.

“I’m just in need of a little warmup. Think you can handle it sweet heart?”

You nod, regaining your composure.

“Yes sir.”

With that, you take as much of his 13 inches as you can fit in your mouth, but as he hits the back of your throat you begin to choke. Noticing, he slides himself out.

“Don’t overextend yourself little whore. Just the tip is fine…”

After affirming his words, you use your methodical tongue to play with his cock, causing him to release little fucks and hisses from the back of his throat. The way you fit him so well always got him going.

You giggle, “who’s stammering now?”

Teasing him was a big mistase. He furrows his brow and pulls away from you leaving you hungry for more.

“Enough. Lay down skank.”

There was no saving you now. It was much too late. You just guaranteed you’d need to use one your sick days just to recuperate. He pins you down by the wrists and starts biting hard onto your chest, causing you to whimper.

“You thought you were real slick huh.”

“I was only-“

Before you can even finish your sentence, the space in between your legs is stuffed full. He pounds hard into your throbbing cunt, amused by your gasps for air, and leaning down occasionally to leave you kisses. He was just too good, from his dirty talk to the slightest of touch, he just knew every little way to turn you to mush. He grinned as he put a hand to your stomach, feeling his cock penetrate you to your highest capacity. He was so proud have pleasured you in such a way, falling in love with the ways you screamed his name, the way your clever ass could turn into this love drunk fool with no one but him. The love he made between your thighs was proof enough that you could be no one but his. Toji may have been a master of his craft, but the way you wrapped around him even left him begging for more.

As you bucked your hips into him, Toji positioned you on top of him.

“It’s time baby.”

He released more of his intoxicating sounds as you both found yourself on the brink of climax. You pleaded for him to stuff you full, so he did just that, speeding up by grabbing your hips before one final thrust, leaving your thighs shaking around his burning shaft. You were all his as you laid there, dazed by just how amazing the feeling it was.

“You did so well for me today honey. I’m glad you learned your lesson.”

He placed a kiss onto your forehead before getting up to draw you a bath.

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Oh lordt have mercy </3

#toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji thirst #toji fushiguro #nsft post #malewife

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dreamii-yume · 3 years ago

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@shikigamiuwu said :

"So y/n is a sex slave that Lilia brought for his son for Silvers birthday ( let’s just say that this is a medieval ages idea setup), Since Lilia know that Y/N is Silver totally type of girl, decided to brought it and gift it to her. So Lilia dress Y/N in a sexy and expensive lingerie and give him to Silver became just like the First one infatuated to Y/N and was really possessive to Y/N, Silver will go to lengths of beheading the person who touch her or help her escape from his grasp. (Lilia just supporting his son and helping him clean the mess and train her darling). You can put spicy stuff more into it if you want."

AGAIN. This plot too has so much potential to be a Sinfic _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): im crying—

Warnings : Dub-Con | Slavery | Master-Slave Relationship

Since the Valley of Thorns is essentially a place where magic is everything, I would presume that a human who do not possess a knack of magic is treated as the lowest of the low.

The man that bought you was strange, a unique multi-colored hairstyle and his fangs were sharp underneath that mischievous smile. He says he has a lonely son who had been eyeing you for a while now, but you have no knowledge of this “son” he speaks of. But this youthful-looking adult seemed like a big deal, considering how your employer immediately sold you off without further explanations. Before you knew it, you were placed in a carriage with the strange young man, giggling about how happy you would make his son to be.

This “son” of his was named Silver.

One look at him and it was immediate to you that they were unrelated by blood. For one thing, Silver seems to be a human whilst that strange man who bought you was not, he was a fairy of all things. They sure do seem like they share the same fatherly bond as strong as any other family though, it almost made you envious. “Lilia”, the name of the man who bought you, had only issued one order for you to follow, the only request that he asked of you.

“Try and get along with Silver if you will, (Y/N). Keep him happy at all times.”

You were a slave, but you were brought as a gift to keep Silver company during his birthday. When you first met him, he was quiet and polite, a true gentleman that made you feel like you were the princess and he was your knight. Perhaps it was the fact that this was the first time that you have been given this level of respect in your life that it made you feel lost on what to do. But Silver never minded your awkwardness, he sticks to you like a lost puppy when it should be you who needed to act like that. He was as strange as his adoptive father, in the most opposite of ways.

Lilia told you that Silver had been “eyeing” you for a while now, that’s the whole reason why he specifically bought you in the first place, because you were already a familiar face to him. You were confused at first, but now that you’re actually here, serving Silver in actuality, you began to understand what he means. He acts way too familiar with you, often interacting with you that you don’t think is befitting for a master to do with his slave. He follows you around like a lost puppy, asking how your day was, and even shows you quite the affection sometimes. He doesn’t show too much emotions himself, but there’s instances of assertiveness whenever he’s with you that you just can’t help but notice.

Silver...doesn’t really let you leave out of his sight, majority of all the times, not that you’re allowed to anyways. Everything that you needed to do in private must be relayed to him or else he’ll come rushing in panic the moment he finds you not by his side anymore. It’s gotten worse to the point that you were not allowed to sleep on your own bed anymore or even take a bath by yourself. You don’t get lucky when he’s asleep either, you’d think he’s a deep sleeper but as one of the personal guards of the young master of the Valley of Thorns, his strength doesn’t falter even when he had closed his eyes for the night. One little movement you make away from him always ends up with him growling in his sleep and in instant, his arms tightly wrapped around you in a suffocating manner.

“Listen to me...” He told you one night, his head laying on your lap as he reached out his hand to caress your cheek. His touch was gentle and warm yet, his expression was stern and serious, the entire opposite to show you how much you needed to pay attention to the next words that will come out of his mouth. “You’re not allowed to treat others like this, do you get it? I should be the only one occupying your mind.”

“...Like you are to mine.” He started saying possessive things like that in just a span of a few weeks, you don’t quite understand what he means the first time but you nod anyways. He always smiles when you agree with him before, satisfied with your answer but you did not expect him to sit up from his position and leaned closer to your face this time. It was by then that you realized that he had initiated the first ever shared kiss between the two of you. He was gentle, yet impatient like he had been waiting for this moment for so long that he wanted to savor this moment for just as long.

His feelings for you became stronger ever since that day, but came with it was an even stronger possessive feeling for you. Both men and women are no longer allowed to come near you, god forbid what happens to those who even dare to look at you funny. He wasn’t a violent person, just passive-aggressive most of the time, but he has the power that can intimidate people away...Hell, he can even scare you in some degree. Long story-short, the only person that you were allowed to think of was him and him alone, there are no exceptions, but that goes the same for him too.

Then, came the day of his birth once again this year, it was such a busy yet joyous day for everyone. You provided him with a simple gift that you made yourself, in which Silver had rewarded you with a gentle, grateful smile like he always doees. “Thank you, I’ll treasure it dearly.” His words alone made you warm on the inside, something that you didn’t think was possible for a slave to feel. You were lucky to be able to serve a master like him, for you to be loved and treated like how a human being should be. Silver made you feel all those things, and for that you were just as grateful.

It almost feels like you belong just right in this family.

But as night came on the very same day, you wondered why Silver began leading you away from the crowd and into his room. He said he had a request, a wish that only you could fulfill, so you were more than happy to comply. But as he sat you down to the bed and began to kiss you like he had been doing quite often now; it began to feel as if something else was at play here. “I want you...” He whispered in a ragged, impatient breath, cheeks flushing as his hazy eyes stared intently back at you.

You didn’t say anything in return and just let him do what he wants, pinning you down by the bed as his kisses became even more erratic, messy, and passionate. You didn’t know what to feel, you were so used to the feeling of being treated normally, like a friend, like a family that you nearly forget what your status really is in the first place...You are a slave through and through, you are destined to perform these acts and please your master however they desire. But perhaps it was because you’ve become too spoiled due to how they treated you that you could feel your stomach churning from the feeling of being treated differently now.

You were...nervous.

As evident with how you began to breathe heavily from just with his touch alone and his hands exploring your body had you sweating bullets. You gulped as a response when he reached down where your clothed flower was, you were trembling. You are a slave, you should know by now that you are going to be treated like this at some point in your life, and yet you were scared. The realization and the true meaning of his words when your master said that he wanted you is coming down upon you at the same time. You were scared, terrified especially as he began to mark your neck and started pulling down on your clothes.

...But it was way too late to say quits at this point for you have already fallen, you’ve lost the moment you felt yourself at home in the comfort of this family. You have no choice but accept such fate, especially when Silver looked so ecstatic about it, mistaking your trembling body as an act of excitement. In the end, you should’ve known better than to get attached to your master like this, to empathize with him and allow your mind to create a soft spot for him. You can’t bear to see him enraged, disappointed, or even sad due to your rejection...It’s all too painful for you to witness.

...But maybe that was the point after all? The unexpected fate of the slave that belonged to Silver. A proof of how emotions can too be a lethal weapon to corrupt one’s mind.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere #silver twisted wonderland #yandere silver #Birthday Crumbs (Silver)

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yn-dreamlife · 4 years ago

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Our Princess

Ok so like I don't know if ya’ll have seen the interview or whe=atever where BTS dresses up as Princes and then proceed to like kiss each other on the cheek and stuff but imagine like you're there and they dress you up as a princess and like.... yeah. (Heres the interview if you haven't seen it)

BTS x reader (OT7 x reader)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluff, low-key smut/lemon, mentions of smut, cuteness, nicknames, eventual shy reader use of the word daddy/daddies (like once)

Images not mine just found them on the internet but I did make the collage.

As I sneak into the back of the building I have to stifle a gleeful giggle at the sound of my boyfriends laughter. I can tell at this moment its Namjoon and Taehyng laughing and my heart swells at the thought of them.

I truly am blessed to have such seven amazing boyfriends. And im blessed to have a friend who's willing to sneak me into this interview, of course I could have just told them the truth and come with them but this would be better.

I just got back from my world tour and while most of it they where with me the last month (give or take) they had to return home. They called me to ask when I would be home and when I heard they where having an interview at the place my friend works I quickly lied so I could surprise them.

They’ve done it to me tons of times before, it’s only fair I get to do the same. And hey if this happens to be how we officially tell the fans we’re together then I’m okay with that. Sadly im not actually sure what this interview is and y/f/n wouldn't tell me.

“y/f/n!” I groan as she drags me away from where my feet were already carrying me.

“Sorry y/n/n but I gotta get you in the proper attire first.” She says winking.

I look at her suspiciously “you’re not sending me out in lingerie or some shit right?” She sputters before quickly yelling at me in a hushed whisper how they don't do that here and I couldn't help but chuckle, “just checking.”

She rolls her eyes pushing me into a room and locking the door behind us, sometimes the boys need to leave an interview during break just to be alone and it would ruin the surprise of me being here if one barged in.

As I finally look around I gape at the big ball gown right in the center. “Woah! What lucky duck gets to where that?!” I gasp admiring the beautiful dark blue dress.

“You” She states like its a simple fact like humans need to breathe.

“M-me- What?!” I look at her dumb founded and she just smiles.

“Mmmhmmm!” She hum happily pulling it off the mannequin. I waste no time undressing and quickly putting the dress on before she changes her mind or something.

I feel giddy as the dress slides on my body. “y-y/f/n” I stutter out staring at myself in the mirror as she quickly applies some makeup and puts my hair up in an elegant updo.

“Hmm?” she hums.

“I look-” You pause truly speechless.

“Absolutely amazing?” You nod silently, “of course you do! With me as your stylist where could you go wrong?!” She chirps happily as she looks at her watch.

“Are we to late? Did this take to long?!” I ask worried trying to ignore my growing disappointment.

“What?! No! Just trying to see if they’re all dressed and ready. You’re going to be the last one to go as our surprise guest.... and it looks like its time!” She says as her phone chimes.

I stand up hands sweaty so I wipe them on a towel. “Wont they see me as I enter?”

She shakes her head, “no they’ll be turned around and blindfolded incase someone tries to peak.” She says winking, “oh and you will be too!”

“What?!” I exclaim shocked.

“Yep... haha kinda for the whole beginning half.” she says scratching the back of her neck.

“W-wha -why?!” I asked in a hush voice as she leads me out of the room.

“You’ll see.” She whispers placing a silky blindfold carefully on my face, not tight enough to ruin my makeup. I sigh as we continue walking.

“Alright boys! Are you guys excited?!” y/f/n asks excitedly. she whispers for you to sit back and you do so carefully.

“Yes!” Jungkook says excitedly. “I want to see this mysterious beautiful princess!” I can hear the smile in his voice and ignore the slight ache. ‘He’s doin it for the fans, they dint know about us yet.’ I remind myself.

“May I ask a question?” I hear Namjoon ask.

“Of course!” y/f/n says.

“How old is this princess?” He asks I assume I’m supposed to answer but a hand is slapped over my mouth before I can do so.

“She’s around all of your age!” she says quickly as Namjoon hums thoughtfully. You nod remebering they don't know its you yet.

“Can I please please please take the blindfold off now?!” I hear Hoseok asks and I almost ‘aww’ at him but I refrain.

“No.” y/f/n, states simply. “-First” she says cutting of there groans of frustration. “I want you to guess who it is.” She says, “Or who you hope for it to be.”

“Papa Mochi!” I hear Jimin cheer happily and I almost bust out laughing but I quickly cover my mouth.

“That’s a guy!” y/f/n says exasperated like she's heard this all day.

“fine!” he groans, “ummm Kumiko!” Jimin says.

“Is that just a random person?” She asks and when I don't hear anything but a sigh from her I assume he just shrugged. I shake my head smiling as I listen to a bunch of random names leave there lips.

“Kaede” I hear Namjoon next.

“Iva” Jungkook says

“Koge” Jin spoke next.

Now it was Hobis turn “Rai”

Taehyng waited a second before also replying, “Risako”

“Ishi” Yoongi speaks calmly.

“What do you all just have a random store of names in your head?!” Y/f/n asks exasperated. I can hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks next, “Surprised none you said your best friends name.”

“She’s still on tour.” Tae says rather roughly.

“Calm,” Namjoon whispers but I still caught it, ‘just how close to them am I?’ I wonder reaching my hand out only to meet the fabric of someones shirt.

“Wah!” He exclaims and I recognize it as Taehyung. ‘So I’m very close.’ I think to myself. “Uh thanks...” he mutters moving his shoulder away. ‘cute.’ I think.

“Jeez sore subject haha sorry folks,” she pauses and clears her throat before continuing. “Anywho go ahead and take off the blindfolds!” She says and as I go to reach for my own a hand on my wrists stops me.

“Not you m-lady.” She says in a fake accent. I hit her hand away pouting.

‘Lame.’ I think to myself bitterly.

“If she can't see us why is it fair we get to see her?” Yoongi questioned. ‘Thank you!’ I thought exasperated. She groans.

“ugh! fine! Party pooper, you can keep your mask on too!” She chirps and my shoulders sag, ‘so much for that.’

“Fine” he says and I can hear him sit back down. I hear the others collectively gasp as I assume they remove there masks.

“What? Who is it?” Namjoon speaks this time, ‘so he kept his blindfold on too.’

“You two are gonna wanna see this!” I hear Jungkook say and I can hear the grin in his voice. It makes me smile and I wave shyly biting my lip.

“Y-Y/n?!” I hear them both exclaim. My grin widens.

“Y/f/n get this damn blindfold off me I want to see my bo-” I cut myself off, “My boys!” I say in a rush. She groans

“Okay but you'll have to wear it again for one of our games.” She states matter-o-factly. I Quickly rip it off and my smile gets impossibly larger as I see them all standing there.

“Look at all of you!” I say grinning as I stare at all of them in there prince outfits. A noticeable warmth spreading to my cheeks, ‘shit they look really good.’

Before I can think more on how amazing they look I am quickly picked up and spun around by Namjoon. I laugh gleefully as he does so, me and him spent the least amount of time together on FaceTime over the past few weeks sadly, both busy at the wrong times. But that doesn't mean we didnt catch each other eventually.

“Why didnt you tell us you where coming?” Jimin asks swiping in as soon as joon set me down to hug me and the rest of the boys followed.

“To surprise you of course!” I say grabbing Yoongis cold hand as he pulls away.

“Well it worked!” kook exclaimed.

“Yeah this is almost as good as papa mocha right jimin-ah?” Hobbi says nudging him.

“Hey don't be like that!” He says as he stares at me helplessly. I laugh at this.

“No, no I think chim would have preferred Papa Mocha right Jin?” I say looking at the handsome man.

He smirks, “I dunno... maybe” I laugh bending over slightly as I do so missing the way all there yes where trained on me.

“Alrght alright, enough of the gooey best-friend stuff!” y/f/n says. “We’re gonna take a break to give you seven time to prepare and poor y/n here time to enjoy herself before our next game.” she says about to walk away.

“Wait! Whats the next game?!” I ask.

“You’ll see.” As the cameras are turned off we are all sent away, the boys walk with my to ‘my room’ but we all know cameras where there to catch what would be said and whatnot so we stopped in the middle of both and I turned to all of them smiling widely.

“You should have told us!” Taehyng grumbles as he clings onto you from behind nuzzling his head into your neck.

“If I did that I wouldn't have been able to see you get all angry at the thought of me being away any longer.” I said bopping his nose and his own cheeks reddened.

“Oh yeah, guess you heard that huh?” I make a mhm sound and he hides further in my neck as I giggle.

“So kookie was I pretty enough to be worth it? Was I a good enough mysetery beauty princess?” I ask, he bends down cupping my cheek, “The only one who fits the bill,” he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

“Hey knock it off!” I say as a blush creeps its way onto my cheeks. They all laugh at that.

We go to our own rooms and I sit waiting impatiently. Ten or so minutes later y/f/n comes back and pulls me into the room again and sits me back in the chair.

“Okay so our next game is called... drumroll please!” All the boys smack there hands on there thighs, “Blush-rush!” She declares.

“What?! Oh no!” I say exasperated “grrr curse you y/f/n!” I say shaking my fist at her as the boys laugh.

“Yeah yeah thats the witches job not yours m-lady.” I scoff. “Ok! theres two rounds! One action round and one verbal round! y/n sets the boundaries, and you boys follow them but otherwise your good. Your goal? Make y/n blush as long and as deeply as possible.” She says looking to you to set the rules.

“Ok obviously you boys know the no-no squares.” You say simply and they all chuckle nodding. “Okay, uhhhh I guess..Oh! No yelling in my ear!” You glare at Jungkook then remembering when you where still best friends and he screamed in your ear to wake you up, while acting out how he would wake his future girlfriend.

He holds his hand up defensively and I shake my head at him smiling. “I don't know! You guys know me, so you know whats to far!” I said shrugging. They all nodded smiling, they know old boundaries of when we where trying to hide it from the fans are off the table, we’ve seen the theories and there isn't any negativity towards them so we figured why not.

If it comes out it comes out, if not then thats okay to. We’re happy ether way, it was a group decision.

“Alrighty then lets get going!” She says smiling. “Boys pick which one you do first-” she gets cut off by an enthusiastic Namjoon.

“Words!” He says quickly and all the boys quickly nod in agreement. I can't help but laugh.

“Alrighty then y/n back on with the blindfold.” I groan but put it on anyways.

it’s a long moment of silence before I hear anything at all, quickly thoughts of being alone flood into my mind but are quickly washed away by someones breathe hot on my ear.

“Baby girl,” Instantly I recognize Jin, “you should have told us you where coming, we could have welcomed you home properly.” my eyes widen beneath my mask knowing full well what usually happens when we reunite.

I clear my throat trying to avoid the blush on my cheeks. “Don't try to hide it princess,” Namjoon says his voice deep and on my other side, I can feel the warmth from the two bodies next to me. “You always react so well, such a beautiful blush.”

This time I can't stop my cheeks from turning pink. “Little one~” It’s Jungkook, completely different from the excited adorable one who just minutes ago was excited to see a mysterious princess “doing so good, you’ve barely blushed so far.” He purrs but then chuckles deeply “Or you weren't blushing.” I groan slightly as I shift in my seat.

‘Damnit only three of them have-’ “Hello Kitten,” ‘Yoongi, shit’. “Look at you, don't you look so pretty?” He says and I know if he could he would run his hands threw my hair right now.

“Hello my little flower,” I hear another voice right next to my ear, ‘hello hobi’ I chuckle. “Something funny? Or you just like the way we’re making you feel?” I don't answer and he just chuckles at that.

“Hello my little angel~” Jimin practically purrs into my ear just like Yoongi. “I love your dress, it would look better on my bedroom floor though, don't you think?” I try to shake off his words but of course the blush continues to grow.

I know who has to be coming next and I’m not surprised when I hear his deep voice, “Hi baby, are you happy to be surrounded by your daddies?” He whispers in my ear and by now the blush has moved down my necks and up to my ears.

“Yes how are-” Jin gets cut off by y/f/n.

“Alright alright!” She cuts in, “jeez guys I said make her blush, not kill her... you seven jeesh.” She pulls the blindfold off and I look up to see all seven of them around me smirks on there faces.

‘uh-oh’ I look down not able to stare at them any longer, its to much I’m already warm enough. I didnt think they would be so.... suggestive.

They chuckle as they see my cheeks warming up again. “I have to go cool off in the bathroom!” I say quickly standing up and moving to the hallway. I lean against a wall breathing deeply.

“Damn you.” I sigh as I cover my face, even the after thought makes me blush.

“y/n?” I hear y/f/n, I look up at her smiling softly. “We can't make it a silent part, no one would no what they said and we all sign privacy policy contracts.” She said seriously.

“Oh it’s fine I just was shocked really,” I huff out a laugh, “but lets make it silent, I want to see what our fans come up with.” She grins nodding.

I go back out smiling reassuringly at the boys who all relax visibly. I sit back in the seat preparing myself for the next round. I breathe deeply as y/f/n gives the all clear as I watch Hobi approach.

Truth be told I don't know what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting him to just sand in-front of me forcing eye contact, thats for sure. So when it got to be to much I quickly looked away, and thats how I knew I fell into the trap. His finger making its way under my chin to turn my face towards him as he leans in closer.

And just when I think he might kiss me he pulls way smirking and I purse my lips to prevent a smile. So caught up in the moment I didn't realize Yoongi slipped behind me until I felt his hands move down my exposed shoulders only to go back up and move towards my collar bones. Goosebumps forming on my heated flesh.

He drew his hands away drawing them close to my throat. Jimin also comes up not hesitating to move his hand from my cheek to my neck where he hovers placing slight pressure from his finger tips almost like from one of the first few videos he took of my where instead of doing the face smooshy thing he went and choked me.

I know my face is beat red by now but there is still four more to go. I smile as Jungkook comes up to me, he wouldn't do anything to bad- I’m instantly proven wrong as his arms go around my middle, feather light touches moving over my sides the same way he does when I’m blindfolded and- ‘nope! don't go there then you WILL blush more!’ He smirks triumphantly knowing that was enough.

Taehyung is much more.... pg I suppose as he peppers my face with kisses repeatedly, but I realize that that he was just to prepare me for when Namjoon sneaks up behind my sticking his face in my neck. He is sure to hide what exactly he’s doing by his position but I feel his lips moving up and down my neck going to the spot by my ear.

Jin is the last, and what he does is simple but effective. He simply takes me off the chair and places me right onto his lap, and of course once again by now my face is beet red and they’ve surely beaten me since Hobi, but it was more fun to let them all go.

After that the interview was basically done we stayed for about an hour more before we all decided to drive home. I was in my car with just Jungkook and Namjoon while the others went in there car. Im sitting in the back in Namjoon’s lap, yes there was a perfectly good seat beside him but honestly neither one of them cared and I loved the contact.

We where stopped at a stop light the conversation at a comfortable silence when I spoke up. “You guys where very... open.” I say as I hide my face in Joons neck. he chuckles his hands moving up and down my back.

“What can we say, not seeing you for, what a month? Add onto that the opportunity to publicly do anything we want with you, well we have to do everything we can.” he said smirking squeezing my hips.

“Well not everything.” Jungkook says winking in the rear view mirror and once again I blush as a giggle leaves my lips.

It’s a week later when I go onto youtube and find the latest conspiracy video for the eight of us shockingly. It’s videos of us over the whole time we had been dating, proof of the long time relationship. I smile as I show the boys and we reminisce on the old videos.

I decide to post a picture on my instagram from the interview, one of the seven of them in there costumes and then one of me with each of them alone, namjoons was one of my favorites, not that I didnt love them all of them but one of the camera men caught the moment he picked me up and spun me around and I knew I would always treasure it. I put the caption, “My princes.”

Seeing this they put a picture on there official insta saying “Our princess.” No one truly asked any questions, they all just knew. The comments where filled with friends saying finally, and fans agreeing saying how happy they where. And we where too. We truly would have a happily ever after.

Hey guys my request an taglist’s are always open! Thank you!

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grantzarrr · 4 years ago

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I’m a man e.d

A/n: hii, im back, i took a short little break to focus on my mental health and im feeling good now honestly so i thought i should bring something along:)) hope you like

warnings: just smut

summary: Y/n always had trouble with finding someone to make her cum, but what happens when she looks into the man she always wants?

fuck, look at her, with her legs cross like she isn’t looking how she is. fucking hot that’s how she’s looking.

those were Ethan’s thoughts everyday he seen her, he sure know they way when she laughed she would lightly hug herself or when she smiled it lit up the whole room and when she was telling her friends a joke or just a small story everyone listened and had a hard laugh. he also knew her sexy moments, when she was going to a party with her friends she would look sexy in every dress, had every guy drooling over her. which is why Ethan always went with her, she never knew it but he did.

now let’s backtrack, Collin, the twins best friend, is Y/n Brother and even though she ‘off limits’ Ethan seemed to have fallen deep into her, jerking himself off to her bikini pics almost every night. and every time Collin said “she’s off limits e.” he grew infuriated that he couldn’t have her, that he couldn’t hold her, fuck her right because he knows those other little boys couldn’t fuck her right, hell, make her cum. he could, he would pound into her make her scream and shake for him, he’ll have her pretty little pussy wet in a second. but he couldn’t show it, he wouldn’t show it, he wasn’t quite sure she even knew him, which made him more angry.

Y/n knew Ethan, she knew him very well, she thought of him fucking her every one night stand that she had, imaging it was him instead of the other boys, that hardly knew where her clit was, is what got her off. yes she knew it was wrong fucking someone but thinking about another but oh god was Ethan sexy. It’s as if Ethan was man compared to them, a man that could make her cum that’s what she needed, craved.

“bro, could you go get me a drink?” Collin asked, Ethan immediately agreed knowing full well Y/n was in there, just looking for an exuse to go in there. once he started walking into the kitchen he heard her talking to one of her friends on the phone.

“yes, I think friday night is perfect, the weather would be perfect and- i’ll call u back Kate.” she hunged up and hopped off the island and walked towards the fridge, where Ethan was. “hi, Ethan.” she giggled a bit, that scared him a little but he caught himself “uh, hey.” he said shutting the door and turning her way. “would you like to go to a party with me?” he started pondering, why is she asking him? was this a joke? a little game, hm? but he started to play her little game.

“are you asking me out, y/l/n?” giving her a small smirk, “maybe, but since I know you like me you’re answer is yes.” she eyed him down and he swears that you’re giving him them innocent fuck me eyes. “hm, I wont go then.” his smirk got bigger when her face slowly dropped “what?, im sorry i assumed but-“

“I simply wont go because I know fridays are when your bother is gone and you love to leave the door open to touch yourself and I know you love to whimper my name, angel.” he spoke in her ear. she did not expect that, she also didn’t expect his words to effect her much. her eyes widened as he chuckled a bit, his ego growing fully knowing his inpack on her. those other boys never got her wet without touching her, they never gave her butterflies or even maje her throb and Ethan only spoke. “how did you know that?” her voice softened, which just melted Ethans heart. “babe trust me, I know you better than you think, I know what you like and dont. what makes you scream and what makes you cry.”

right when she was going to answer Grayson walked in, “yo bro, it’s getting dark we better head home.” he said grabbing his keys, Ethan looked at Y/n and back at the fridge, “uh I gotta give Collin his water bro.” he came up with an exuse. it was an awkward silence between Grayson and Y/n, they hardly talked, but when they did it was always about Joey, Joey was Y/n’s ex boyfriend that Collin always gloated on how, him and Y/n were soulmates. “how have you and Joey been, Collin said you went to his house?” Grayson asked, just starting up a conversation to pass time while his brother took the up the most time. “um, we broken up but we kinda did some things, no bigges.”

Ethan heard that while reaching the bottom steps, that was Joey’s house? he really need to step up his game if he didn’t know she faked that whole orgasm. “Gray, I need to talk to her, wait in the car?” Grayson was confused he didn’t knew they talked but he nodded and went ahead. “angel, I know for a fact that Joey didn’t fuck you right. Friday I say you cancel the party and i’ll show you what a good time looks and feels like.” he cocked his eyebrows at her and watched as the words drained from her body, she never became this speechless.

“god Kate, hes like a fucking man, he knows how to say the right things and he doesn’t have to touch me!” Y/n exclaimed on the phone. “wow, so are you sure he know what he’s doing? or is he just good with words because you had a lot of those.” Kate laughed, teasing her really but she knew of the Dolans and the girls they’ve had in the past that claim the Dolan Dick was nothing to laugh at. “haha very funny Kate, but i’m being serious, it’s like he just knows what I like! Kate he knows about the Friday thing!” that’s what shocked Kate the most, was he just a big stalker? “are you sure he isn’t spying on you hello!? How the fuck do he know that!” she exclaimed, very concerned. “I’m assuming Joey, he was the only boy that knew and they would go to parties together but even when Joey knew, he still didn’t know how to find my fucking clit!”—“and this Dolan will?”

that have been flowing through her mind the whole week, will Ethan actually mark his word? or was he just bluffing like the rest? well she was about to get her answers tonight. Collin was gone to his girlfriends, the party was rescheduled to next Friday and she was getting the infamous Dolan Dick that actually knew how to treat a girl. to say the least she wasn’t skeptical, the words that Ethan were saying that was no amateur. she got ready for this incoming event, nice shower and her smell good body washes and scrubs, the most sexiest lingerie she had and tidy up the room a bit with some candles. all this reminded her of what she wanted to lose her virginity with, instead replaced with a 30 second disappointment.

he was an hour late and she was pissed, she called 5 times and 29 texts, no answer. did he fucking bail on her last minute? or was he lying about the things he said he was gonna do? either way she was fucking pisse ans so close from going straight to bed until he knocked, she opened the door and there he was with a huge smirk on his face. “why the fuck are you late?” she spat “didn’t know there was a time I was suppose to be here..?” he shrugged “I fucking told you 10 pm not midnight you ass!” she was speaking a little to high for his liking “angel lower your tone, when you’re talking to me alright.” his voice getting deeper, his dominance coming out each time she disobeyed “oh yeah? what are you gonna do huh? shove your microscopic dick down my throat?” she taunted not knowing what all Ethan could do. “alright that’s it.” he mumbled

he pinned her down to her knees, making her keep her hands behind her back and unblucking his pants, he was hard already so when his cock sprung out hitting his stomach, she gasped a little. he started stuffing this cock down her throat. moaning when her mouth was wrapped anout him, going down her throat. “now angel, you’re we’re supposed to be my good girl tonight, turns out you’re just a brat that get what she wants, not today.” he face fucked her, tears spilling from her eyes, spit and his pre-cum all on her face. he would stop every few thruts giving her moments to breath. ”fuck, angel gonna.”

he came, busted right in her mouth and watched her swallow and she suck her tongue out to prove.

“mm, on the bed ass up, fucking now.” he spat and watched her run towards the room he got naked right there walking into the room slowly jerking his cock. and she obeyed, he git behind her and gave her ass a hard smack “Ethan!” she yelped, not knowing he was gonna do that. “what huh? never been spanked?” he asked and slapped her ass again “no!” he should’ve known, it was Joey were talking about. “oh I forgot, those little boys dont know how to handle you, well get ready baby ‘cause i’m a man.” he chucked. with that, Ethan pushed her face into the mattress and gripped her waist before starting to fuck her hard, placing a rough slap to her ass cheek. he eyed her smaller whole and smirked, he liked his thumb and started rubbing he smaller hole making her moan more against the sheets. she never felt anything more good, his huge cock which rammed into her fucking her in a humane pace, and him toying at her smaller hole sending her into a overdrive.

it didn’t take longer for her stomach to tighten and for her to clench, she haven’t felt this way in a long time, no one has ever given her to pleasure Ethan is giving her. her toes are curled and her are rolled to the back or her head as she scream out his name, feeding his already huge ego knowing he’s guving the girl he jerk off to the biggest orgasm. “im gonna cum, Ethan!” she screams, “right fucking behind you, go now!”

the sex had been quick and rough, both of them had been waiting for a good release far too long. you had cum first before he did, his body slumping over yours as he caught his breath. he began to give you small little kisses against your neck and holding you closely. he brought his your hand to his mouth and kissed it, “girlfriend, hm?”

#ethan smut #dolantwins #dolan twins fanfic #ethan dolan smut #dolan twins smut #ethan #grayson dolan

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hazymultiverse · 5 years ago

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yo could i get a 38 with best boy doppio 😔👊 im such a baby for him - your favourite anon, 🤡

I just.... Love Doppio.... He’s what made me realize I’m a switch! There’s a bit more femdom reader here, but it’s still loving.

Warnings include: Smut, overstimulation, Safe word is mentioned as having previously instated, but not openly discussed in the moment. Consent is important.

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You looked hella good.

The nightie was short, fairly sheer, and in a cute pastel color that you found accented your hair perfectly. You looked amazing, and felt amazing, striking a pose in the mirror.

The fabric flowed easily, stopping right under your hips, just barely covering everything, but definitely not enough to be called decent.

“Showtime.” You whispered to your reflection, before starting your trek down the hall to the office.

Being Vinegar Doppio’s lover was very two sided.

On one hand, you were doted on, lavished with shy affection and anything you could ever want, spending evenings in each other’s arms with the firm knowledge that he was head over heels for you, and was loyal to the end.

On the other hand, you weren’t the only one he was loyal to.

He had a very high ranking position in the mafia, you knew that, and you were okay with it. But there were jobs that could take weeks at a time, weeks that he’d leave you alone with nothing but the occasional call from a pay phone, or a burner phone if he knew he could destroy any evidence tracing back to you. He could be called to leave at any time, and while he hated to leave you, he had sworn his life to the Don, and wouldn’t turn his back on that.

You were understanding, and you had talked out priorities in life, and what could be done, with him even meekly requesting his boss that he have a few days off between missions.

But while you understood, you also knew that he sometimes had to bring work home, and that frustrated you.

Being alone in a bed while your lover is on the other side of Italy? Hard, but manageable.

Being alone in a bed while your lover was two rooms away, but still not joining you? Unbearable.

Which was why you had fixed up your sexy new lingerie, and crept into the room.

You weren’t silent, and you knew he had sharp senses due to his work, but he didn’t even turn when you walked in, not even registering your presence until you snuck up behind his chair and lightly placed your hands over his eyes.

“Guess who?” You teased in a sing song voice.

“Oh! Hello!” He giggled a bit, straightening up, “What are you still doing up? It’s late...”

“I could ask you the same thing,” You uncovered his eyes, trailing your hands down the front of his chest as you nuzzled your face into his neck, “I couldn’t sleep, the bed was cold, and all I could think of is my dear love, coming to keep me warm.”

“You know I want to, I just need to get a bit more done-“

“You’ve been at it for hours, it’s okay to finish up tomorrow, you don’t even need it done until the weekend.”

“I-I don’t know, it’s always better to get things done right away, after all, that’s why the boss gave me the job! Cause he knows I’m reliable and-“ You could hear the choke in his voice as he finally turned, seeing you in the nightie for the first time.

“You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

You shook your head coyly, stepping forward and turning his desk chair to face you, carefully straddling his hips.

“Come on baby, you’ve been working so hard, you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You tried your best to sound sultry, and hit the bullseye judging by the whimper Doppio let out below you.

“I-I really should uh, I really should get all this do-ahn!”

He cut off into a whine as you reached down, stroking him through his pants. His hips bucked up into your hand, allowing you to give him a quick squeeze, before working on undoing the button that stood between you and your goal.

“You’re so sensitive, so good for me, you always treat me so well~” You cooed at him, now able to fully stroke his dick, feeling him squirm beneath you as you started at a quick pace.

“Your hand- it’s so nice- I don’t know how long I can last!” his voice was high and breathy, thrusting into your grip as you jacked him off.

“You’re gonna have to last a bit longer, okay?” You paused your movements, watching as he let his head fall back, closed eyes facing up to the ceiling. His hair had started falling out of his braid, and his sweater was started to look disheveled from how much he had been writhing in the chair.

“Okay, I can do that, just- just give me a moment to cool down.” Doppio mumbled, chest heaving.

You nearly giggled, pulling the fabric of the nightie up just a bit as you repositioned yourself, sitting up over his cock.

“We can get to the bedroom, I can eat you out, and it’ll give me time to calm down enough that we can- oh god!”

His hands gripped the armrests like his life depended on it as you started sinking down on his cock, his eyes rolling back as he shuddered in pleasure.

Your lover wasn’t the biggest man, but he filled you up nicely, and his dick looked adorable as the rest of him, if that made sense. When you finally bottomed out, thighs resting on the rough material of his pants, you felt pleasantly full, deep warmth spreading through your body.

“I can’t- inside already- too close it’s too much I- you’re gonna make me- I don’t wanna cum this quick, you deserve more than that- oh baby wait- hah!” He was stuttering and babbling, voice breaking into keening moans as he arched up into you, hands finally flying to your body, gripping in a silent plea for mercy.

You stilled, allowing him a moment of respite as you let out a sigh of pleasure, placing small kisses over his cheeks, stroking his bangs out of his face.

“This is fine, we can just sit here and as long as you don’t move, we’ll be okay.” He sighed, catching your lips in a sweet kiss, tasting like the sugar of the coffee he just had.

To his dismay however, you began to rock your hips, a new string of moans leaving his lips as you rode him, begging you to slow down, that he was already too close to the edge.

He never wanted to disappoint you by finishing first, and on the off chance he did he made sure to repay the favor with hands and mouth, but you didn’t care about that right now. This was about him, and you wanted to absolutely wreck him.

Rocking and grinding on his lap, you stroked at his chest, running your hands everywhere you knew he was sensitive, the fabric of the sweater between his skin and yours just adding to the stimulation.You could feel him shaking beneath you, eyes shut tight as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. He was trying so desperately hard not to cum, and it was a losing battle.

He knew you weren’t going to let up, and he knew with a simple utterance of “Sardinia” you would stop and make sure he was okay, but in an odd way, he wanted you to push him, to order him around not with words, but with your actions, praises falling from your lips.

Which is why, even amidst a cry of “no, not yet!” He came, clutching at you as his hips thrust up out of instinct, bouncing you lightly as he twitched with the aftershocks, stilling with his head resting on your shoulder, his body a dead weight.

“Perfect, oh you were so good to me.” You assured him, petting his braid, smirking to yourself as you readied the next step of your plan.

He whined weakly as you lifted yourself up, only to drop back down again.

“Again. .?” He panted, voice breaking, “I can’t, not this soon.”

“Aw baby, you aren’t going to let me finish? You can’t just leave me like this.” You tease, bouncing with renewed vigor. You hadn’t been going easy on him before, but now went at it with far more intensity.

Any response was covered with a sob as Doppio choked on his own breath, shoulders quivering at the brutal overstimulation of his cock. You felt so good, too good, it was like he couldn’t even breathe.

Mercifully, you were close, and with sweet moans of your own, came, clenching around him in one last torturous moment before you sat up for him to slip out of you.

He didn’t even move as you got up, not registering anything but the haze of coming back to earth until you came back with a glass of water. Thankfully taking careful sips, he gingerly shoved his pants off completely, tossing them into some corner of his office.

“Well, I guess if you need to get that work done, it’s alright.” You sighed, a bit over dramatically, “But, if you need me, I’ll be back in bed waiting.” You winked, strutting out of the room, the motion causing the nightie to float up over your ass, giving him one last good look.

“Torururururu~”

Strange, his ringtone sounded hoarse and tired, maybe something was wrong with his phone? Possibly the condensation that had built up on the outside, and how a trickle of water had spilled out when he picked it up had been part of the problem.

“Hello? This is Doppio.”

“My dear sweet Doppio, I hope you’ve been enjoying your day home, I have a job for you. I need you to meet someone in Rome.”

“Ah! Boss! Sure thing, I can be on a plane tonight-“ a noise caught his attention, and he turned to the door just in time to see you had tossed the nightie onto the ground outside his office. He then heard the telltale sounds of you hurrying back into your room, jumping onto the bed with the light squeak of the mattress. Waiting, wearing absolutely nothing. Waiting for him.

“—T-Tomorrow morning. Possibly afternoon? It can be a bit hard to get tickets last notice with it being tourist season and all, you know how it is, sir.” Doppio hurried his words, stumbling a bit over his change of plans.

There was a smooth chuckle on the other end of the line, “Take the time you need, Doppio. I’ll send you his file, and your assignment.”

“Yes, thank you boss.”

As soon as the line went dead, Doppio tossed the phone on the desk, ignoring the weird crash that accompanied it, and took off running down the hall.

After all, responsibilities like this were better done right away.

That’s what made him so reliable, after all.

#Asks #smut prompts #Vinegar Doppio #Doppio #not sfw #Clown Anon #I love him so much

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lordseochangbin · 5 years ago

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Do you think you could write a rich kid!reader x pool cleaner hyunjin smut?? I just thought of the idea and my legs immediately felt like jelly dndkddkdk

not the only thing that’s wet- hhj

a/n: so this came out longer than expected sksk. also i wanted to add some humor(not even sure if it’s funny) but just know anything said abt the members is fictional lmfaoo. hope you enjoy !

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“i swear to god.. i just need some fucking hot ass man to take my virginity! like how hard is it?? im rich, im sexy, im pretty?? now how hard is it to find a guy?!” you ranted out to your friends ruby and lea.

the two girls watched you pace around the room, “y/n, how about we make a list?!” lea suggested.

you turned around in excitement, “a list?! hmm throw out some names”

lea took out her phone, the three of you left to think about some of the finest men at your school.

“bang chan” lea threw out.

“oh my god no! he’s too much, i heard he fucked this girl till she cummed 7 times” ruby said

“7 TIMES?!” you and lea exclaimed. fuck, bang chan. you could only imagine dating him, but maybe not for a first time.

“ok... kim seungmin?” lea threw out.

“you mean small dick?” ruby retorted.

“how do you know that?” you asked ruby, actually curious. you received quite the obvious laugh in response, as if ruby was taken way back to when she was once in love with one of the cutest boys in the academy.

you pushed your custom made louie vuitton purse to the side, making room to sit down and contemplate about any other guy at your school.

“how about han jisung??” lea suggested once more.

ruby covered her mouth in shock, “oh no no no, that guy is too kind to just fuck around. plus i called dibs on him awhile ago”

you and lea kept eye contact, dropping your head in disappointment as another guy was crossed off the list.

“ruby.. who do you think would best suit for me?”

ruby looked up to the roof, her mind elsewhere as it always seemed to be. you loved ruby and lea, growing up with the two girls being honestly the biggest blessing you could ask for. but ruby was of a different character. one day she’d talk about the ingredients in a mcnugget and the next she’d be rambling about how pink is a sexy color for lingerie. lea and you seemed to be the closest however, she was always there for you no matter what and you loved her more than anything.

“i say.. lets go online and find some random stranger to set you up with. boom. we’ll pay him and just hope and pray that he’s some hot 18 y/o” ruby replied, putting her hands together to “pray” to the lord(seo changbin)

“ruby...” lea pushed her a little so she could snap out of her position, “that’s a terrible idea” the three of you bursted into laughter

when the laughing died down, you got up from your seat shrugging your shoulders as your walked out to your clear glass windows. “but guys, i really don’t know. should i just wait? i am ‘daddys rich little angel’ anyways” you replied sarcastically.

lea rolled her eyes, grabbing your ray banz glasses and throwing them on you. “cheer up okay? we’re gonna make this happen i swear”

ruby popped up on your right, grabbing your hand and petting it. “don’t worry, god gave us one life, and we should live it with faith. faith that we will live to see a wet pen-”

“RUBY-” lea interrupted.

“it’s alright guys” you patted both of their shoulders, “it’s not like some attractive guy is just gonna show up out of nowhere”

you smiled at the two girls who did an amazing job of cheering you up before opening the glass doors to the patio of your mansion home. taking a few steps outside, you noticed a white truck pull into the driveway. your dad waiting by the pool as a boy wearing simply a white tee, blue ripped jeans, and sport shoes came out.

“holy shit” lea cursed under her breath

all three of your jaws dropped as the boy walked towards your father, a hand brushing through his luscious black hair as the wind passed by him with perfect timing.

you lowered down your expensive glasses to get a better look of him, “now who may this fine fellow be”

ruby smirked, “i bet his weewee is the size of-”

“ruby, what is up with you and dicks today i swear to god” lea questioned, all attention that was once on the pretty boy now concerned for your friend

“im sorryyy” ruby sarcastically replied, “i just know a good one when i see one” she said, sending a wink your way.

“who is he?” lea asked as you watched your dad point at the pool

“how much you wanna bet he’s some rich guys son who’s complimenting his pool right now?” ruby asked

“none.. look at his hands. cleaning supplies” you replied.

“y/n!! that fine ass man... he’s your pool cleaner” lea called out to your attention.

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your dad knocked on the door before welcoming himself in. “hey girls, im off to a meeting. do you need money for lunch?”

“no that’s alright, they were just leaving” you replied

“we were?” ruby replied. you turned around to give ruby the death stare before ruby could continue, “oh yes!! we are QUITE busy mr.y/l/n!”

“i see...” you father responded, “ well y/n if you’re home alone i just want to let you know that there’s a pool cleaner outside working. im off”

your dad closed the door before you could drop the blanket you covered yourself with. “that was close” lea responded from behind you as you threw on a robe to cover up your swimming suit.

“so close.. now should i try this out?”

“go for it, we’re upstairs if you need us” lea said, joining ruby on your bed and turning on the tv. you took a deep breath, mustering up the courage to talk to the boy and eventually finding yourself in front of him speechless.

“hey... were you planning on going in the pool?” he asked, puppy eyes almost shining under the summer sun as he looked at you apologetically, “im cleaning it right now but you can dip your feet at the least” he suggested.

you found yourself awestruck at how handsome he was.. his arms, his jet black hair, his perfect jawline, and the way his white tee stuck to his washboard abs.

“yeah.. sure” you managed to let out in a shaky voice.

the boy continued with his business despite your arrival, making your frustrated due to lack of discussion. minutes seemed to pass quickly and it made you impatient.

“so what do you find attractive in a girl?” you asked, turning to the boy

he rose his eyebrows at the sudden interrogation. “a girl.. hmm. maybe a girl who’s a tease? likes to flirt? sexy?” he laughed as he threw a towel over his shoulder

“hmm..” you hummed to yourself, kicking your feet in the water. “and what’s your name?”

“my name? i think i told your dad already, it’s hyunjin”

from there, your two friends were able to finish two films, curious about your whereabouts but scared to check outside knowing your intentions. but that wasn’t the real reason you two took so long, once the conversation started to speed up you’d learned that hyunjin was a college student trying to make extra cash to pay off his tuition by cleaning pools. he sat down as well, his jeans rolled up so his feet were kicking beside yours.

“so hyunjin... like you said. you like girls that are attractive, sexy, and flirty?” you asked

“why? you think you have all three of those? maybe you hit attractive and sexy at the least” he replied, earning a splash of water to his face.

“stop! your gonna get my hair wet” he replied, laughed at your sudden lash of anger

“im sure your hair isn’t the only thing that’s wet” you replied, placing a hand on his knee. the sudden affection made his plush lips part, a perfect situation for you to jump on his lap. and that’s exactly what you did

“y/n” he moaned as your lips clashed together with his. your legs found themselves wrapped around his, your position slowly making your robe tie loosen and revealing a pretty red swimsuit inside.

“do you find me attractive now?” you whispered into his ear as you tugged onto his hair, exposing the pretty surface of his neck to place kisses on

“so fucking sexy y/n.. please” he muttered as you left marks on his flawless skin

his hands wrapped themselves around your waist before you two could slip into the pool.

“shit- y/n im so sorry” he said as carried you to the seated area of the pool before combing his wet locks with his fingers

“its okay” you gasped in relief, catching your breath as you sat on his lap again.

hyunjin smirked as you slowly removed the robe, making him pull off his shirt to pull you closer

“now look at us babygirl, a pretty wet mess” he said, pushing a piece of stranded hair to the side before places kisses down your neck. he left marks from your jaw to your chest, throwing the swimsuit off as his fingers toyed with each nipple. your hands tugged at his wet jeans as he slowly pulled them off, leaving you both with nothing- just as you had planned.

you wrapped your hands around hyunjins neck, rolling your hips against his member as sinful moans left his lips. soon you felt his member stretch passed your wet folds making you dig your nails into his pure skin

“y/n... we just met today and you’re making me-”

you bit his bottom lip making him whimper. the friction was hard to handle even when you were underwater, the water made it easy for hyunjin to pull in and out of your pussy at rapid pace.

god, was this amazing. especially considering it was your first time and you needed it to be as easy as it could get. you blessed whatever deity up there for making such a handsome man like hyunjin and for making him a pool cleaner out of all things, sex in your pool was so much more hotter (ironically) than it seemed.

and at last, when you were ready to release you let you let go of hyunjins lips. “this feeling...” you whispered, “hyunjin i think im gonna cum” hyunjin grabbed your waists with a tight grip, making you bounce up and down on his member at an unbelievably fast pace.

“let’s cum together baby” he said, pushing you into a deep kiss

and before you knew it you were coming inside him, your first experience not ending just there as he reached his high slowly after

“hyunjin”you panted, grabbing your robe from behind him.

“thank you” you continued, placing a kiss on his forehead.

“you planned this all along huh? to prove you were sexy, i love it” hyunjin replied, grabbing your robe and throwing it somewhere far away.

your ass rested on his cock as he felt your legs wrap tighter around him “if you’re really thankful, then let’s just stay like this?” he asked

“deal” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder as you feel asleep in the lukewarm water.

#wow this was longer than expected #this concept omg #shitty ending oops #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #stray kids hyunjin smut #hyunjin stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #hwanghyunjin #skz imagines #stray kids suggestive #skz suggestive #stray kids imagines

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shinos-artblog · 5 years ago

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Ishimondoweek2019 (Day 4)

November 6th: (107 - Kinky Au) Kiyotaka wants to spice up his sex life with Mondo.So one day when Mondo was out of the house Kiyotaka goes on a kinky shopping spree buying Lingerie, toys, Handcuffs, rope, gag, blindfold, collar / leash, whip, anything he could So his Mondo gets home he is shocked to see Kiyotaka dressed in leather and lace with some high heeled boots on holding a whip calling him over to the bedroom.Mondo doesn’t know if he should be scared or aroused but he’s kinda both.

(im so sorry this is so late, it turned out longer than i wanted it to go and i was sick with a stomach virus for 2 days :( but i should be able to get the others out as well! but they will be done!

Mondo didn’t really know what to do in awkward situations. Despite his entire life being one, this was an entirely different, new, awkward moment of his young life. Being 24 you would have thought he’d done it all. Actually… no, he hadn’t. In fact he never was prepared for something as intense as this moment but here he was. Watching as his best friend, former best friend now turned something more prance around dressed in lace underwear and high heeled boots up to his knees. A whip held tightly in his hands though hes sure it wont actually be used for anything other than show. After meeting up again after 5 years of college things kind of escalated to the point of no return. A boiling point that even Mondo didn’t know existed. From friends to lovers, it happened so quickly. This wasn’t their first time, but it was a time he wouldn’t quite forget. He gave a gentle click of his tongue and tilted his head to the side as he watched hips move back and forth, slowly and uncoordinated.

“Ya know, you don’t gotta do it if yer embarrassed or notin’...”

“But I want to pleasure you. I would like for you to watch me and enjoy.”

“Well… yeah but, ya seem kinda...erm...awkward?”

“Does it make you… feel awkward as well, Oowada-Kun? Would you like me to cease my movements?”

“N-No! I mean, fuck, it does make me feel fuckin’ weird but not in a bad way! Ya know?!”

“Then… should I continue…?”

“S-Sure...”

Kiyotaka smiled shyly and walked over with a gentle prod to Mondo. Pale arms wrapped around a tan strong neck, a low heavy sigh left his mouth as his lips dragged over his boyfriends ear. Both now so much more mature than when they were in high school Mondo felt his body burn bright at the sudden touches. The quiet whispers echoing into his frame made it shiver and hands reached up to grab at wide hips. Tugging gently at the lingerie it felt less weird having something to grip onto. Its strange in a sense, he thought he would be doing this with a girl but again here he is a man. Not only a man but someone he has considered to be someone he couldn’t imagine life without. He closed his eyes and soft lips graced his eyelids. Kissing his nose until both of their lips connected together. Like fire it ignited deep within them. Kiyotaka slid into his lap and laughed nervously.

“I’d never thought I’d see the day were you got this flustered over someone like me Oowada-Kun, not even in my dreams. Hahaha...It actually makes me quiet nervous!”

Mondo couldn’t help but chuckle himself at the thought of being this, rough and tough guy who had no worries at all when it came to sex. In fact he wanted to know this version of himself his friend so vividly imagined him as. Kiyotaka said he’d always figured he’d have loads of women on his arms, so many he would lose count. He said he had been handsome since high school but had grown so much more into himself. Complemented on his hair, how it was much cuter short and not in that ridiculous pompadour. A million times he had said things and a million more but never so much about what he originally thought he would be like in bed.

“So, what did ya expect me ‘ta be like?” Leaning back on his hands he eyed the other up and down looking for an expression to read and damn if Kiyotaka wasn’t an open book. It was written all over his face how he felt about the situation but he was going to milk it for all he could.

“I-I don’t know how to explain that Oowada-Kun…! It is quite embarrassing to explain such a thing.” Watching as Kiyotaka licked his lips, his brows furrowing while he tried to form his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I suppose...I had always pictured you as a rather confident individual! I thought perhaps you would end up taking the reigns so to speak! That...even though you had never experienced anything with a man beforehand, that you would be more versed in such activities!” He paused again, face turning and even darker shade of red against his skin. “I also must admit that...I wondered if you would be a rough man, Oowada-Kun...and you did not disappoint in the slightest...”

As the words echo in his empty, lust filled skull it rattled around in there for a little while before it finally caught up with him. He blushed heavily, scratching the back of his neck as the volume began to raise in his throat. “THAT’S OK YA KNOW?! KNOWIN’ YA THOUGHT BOUT ME BEFORE HAND S’ KINDA HOT!” his temper was through the roof but it only made the other gaze at him in what seeed stupor. He had to take a breath, play it cool so coughing into his hand he spoke again with a cracked voice. “I mean..s’ jus’ nice… knowin’ how ya feel, honestly I wish I’d known sooner, wouldn’t have had ta’ wait ta see this kinky side of yers.” he added with a nervous smile and sincerity in his eyes.

Although he was nervous, it helped seeing Kiyotaka in a similar situation. Both men were confident in their own right, but when it came to romance and sex, they were also both equally helpless. Kiyotaka released an indignant huff, signaling his displeasure with the conversation at hand. “I have never experienced such urges before, so forgive me if I was unsure of how to act upon them!” Mondo’s comments were not helping his confidence in the slightest.

“M’ s’rry, s’rry really!” Mondo felt a bit nervous for making Kiyotaka a bit huffy with that kind of comment so he went back to what he figured would be best. Running his calloused fingers down his sides, across his thighs and down to his boots. Says “S’ cute...you wearin’ em’ like this. I was kinda worried ‘bout the whip though.” he listens as Kiyotaka’s loud booming laughter bubbles from his throat and tells him it was just a prop, he wouldn’t even know where to begin using it! But Mondo just huffs, “If ya would though, I don’t think I would mind much.”

The revelation made Kiyotaka’s skin burn, another more nervous laugh following suit. “I see...” He replied, one hand traveling down Mondo’s chest to the front of his pants. “Do you enjoy pain then, Oowada-Kun? It appears that you are more devious than I previously assumed as well? Shall I indulge you in your request?” With that, he lifted the handle of the whip to Mondo’s chin, his eyes piercing while he awaited an answer.

Mondo took a big gulp, watching the other with careful eyes, it was strange it was almost as if he put on a completely different manner. Fear trickled down with the sweat that followed it. His mouth too dry to say much of anything as he tried desperately to give the man his answer. There was something so sweet, yet deviously powerful about Kiyotaka that Mondo could never quite place though he supposed it didn’t matter at this moment. Despite the worry he felt the arousal was overflowing and he just muttered out a simple “Y-Yeah, sure.”

There was an air of hesitation in his voice that Kiyotaka could sense. He slid the leather object downward, silently pondering what he should do or say next. After all he wasn’t exactly an expert, he was mainly drifting on assumptions and the guise of being completely in control of his actions. “I would like a more immediate answer, Oowada-Kun. When I ask a question so graciously, I do expect a more formal response… is that clear?” He raised a hand, resting it on Mondo’s cheek gently. It had his heart racing, and there was the slightest flinch when he assumed Kiyotaka was going to hit him. His fight or flight intuition wanted to kick in, but he held it back, instead it only made him more excited. His dick throbbed with yearning just at the mere thought of Kiyotaka hitting him, and calling him things that would in any normal circumstance, end in the other person dead on the ground.

“Yes...” It came out weak sounding and it made him bit his tongue, cursing. “Fuck yeah, Kiyo...mess me up!” He could tell that it struck a chord, Kiyotaka’s breath catching in his throat. There was a bit of a glint in his eyes before he pulled his hand back, connecting it once again with the flesh of Mondo’s cheek. There was a sharp, audible sound, the younger man moaning despite not being the one who was hit. There was a silence between them, the biker’s only thoughts wondering if he’d heard correctly when Kiyotaka moaned after hitting him. Those questions ran fast and wild in his head as he opened his mouth. It was hot, his skin was burning eve more so where he was slapped. The heat traveled to his groin and he let out a sound of approval.

“Go on...hit me again, harder Kiyo...” It was as if he was begging to be taken advantage of, in a strange turn of events there was kink emerging that he never knew existed. Of course it would be the prefect who found out, and the only one to live after doing such a thing to him. But those words seemed to spur him on even further, Kiyotaka’s pale skin tinted a light pink from both arousal and exertion. He planted a hand down on the larger man’s chest, shoving him down to his mattress while his gaze became darker than before.

Although he was the furthest from it, he looked like a predator, leaning down to kiss the man at his mercy below. “If that is what you wish, when who am I to deny such a request?” The phrase was breathed against them, punctuated with a sharp bite. It was surprising to have Kiyotaka let out such a furious chomp. It hit his chest, causing Mondo to grunt and grab his lover’s hair, tugging on it slightly. His heart swelled. It was so hot his head was spinning, seeing Kiyotaka take such a forward role got his blood pumping among other things.

“Damn, Kiyo—that’s too much! Fuck!” Mondo nearly hollered it, yet his protests fell on deaf ears. The younger man above only continued his assault, sighing against his lips. Hearing such a strong man begging while pinned below him was nearly too much on his own libido. Slim fingers released the whip, truthfully he preferred to use his own hands for things like this, it felt much more intimate to him. “How can it be too much when we have only just begun, Oowada-Kun?” He grabbed a pierced nipple, roughly twisting it as he spoke which caused Mondo to grit his teeth and hold his wrist still. “Fuck, it feels good…!” It was too intense, this was a completely different level that only as adults they could muster up the courage to do. He felt his body surge with need, breathing hard while Kiyotaka worked on his body, he knew all the right places to touch. It caused a grin to spread on his face as he twisted the piercing harder for emphasis. His breath caught watching his lover’s reactions and Mondo was hanging on by a thread, only moments away from begging him for more; he could hear it in his voice. He sat up once more, taking those calloused hands and placing them on his lace covered chest. “You have hardly managed to lay a finger on me...remember I did purchase these items for my enjoyment as well, indulge me if you will.” While honestly Mondo had forgotten about the outfit he was wearing, he hissed and stuttered out an apology. His heart was racing as he tried to control himself before he moved along too quickly. He gripped at Kiyotaka’s body, running his fingers up perky nipples. The underwear was soft and nice to the touch, the thought making him blush. It turned him on, seeing someone as straight laced as Kiyotaka writhe in pleasure, especially as a moan punctuated the air. The hips above began to move, the underwear doing no favors in hiding his arousal; the fact that the fabric was nearly sheer left nothing to the imagination. He arched his back, sighing out Mondo’s name softly as his nails began to dig into tan skin. He was still the one in control here, and he refused to allow Mondo the upper hand, pushing him back down to the bed. There was a soft “oof” that could be heard, Kiyotaka gazing down with a look that sucked his soul. “I gave you permission to touch, not control.” His hands moved for the pants which were obstructing him, tugging them down. The sight of Mondo’s bulge had him licking his lips before speaking again. “I am in control today, Oowda-Kun! And you will do as I say, or you will be punished...” The look in his eyes told Mondo that he meant business, that this was his night. The biker’s mouth went hot and dry, yet not dry enough that he couldn’t muster an answer. “Y-Yes, of course, Kiyo! Whatever you say!” And that utterance alone earned him another slap. “Do not refer to me so casually!” Was the response, Kiyotaka sighing to himself softly as he lowered his moth to the still clothed erection. He ran his tongue over Mondo’s boxers, refusing to break eye contact for even a second. It made his heart want to burst from his chest, watching him, hearing him, having Kiyotaka take control of him. He bit his bottom lip, asking cautiously what he would like to be called then? “Sir. I want to hear you say it, Oowada-Kun.” He smiled, but it was almost threatening. “You have never shown an authority figure any ounce of respect, have you?” Slowly, he peeled his boxers down, biting his lip as Mondo’s cock sprung from it’s confines. “This will be a new experience for you, a chance to learn...” Those words made him whine, the last thing the biker ever thought he’d be doing is taking orders from another man in frilly panties. Yet here he was, letting Kiyotaka suck his dick, tell him what to do, and all Mondo could do was watch. He couldn’t even open his mouth without worry that he might do something to him—might as in he knows he won’t—but that not knowing was all the excitement he needed. His words caught in his throat, seemingly unable to fulfill even the most simple request. Hot air made his hips twitch, the younger man gleefully breathing against his arousal as some form of torture. A tongue peeked out, licking a slow line from base to tip before Kiyotaka spoke once more. “I am waiting, Oowada-Kun. I believe I made a request, and I do expect it to be followed before you are rewarded any further.” “No-No...” Mondo groaned out, fingers digging int the sheets below them. “No, sir...I’ve never not once bowed to someone.” His breath hitched each time Kiyotaka did something to make him shiver. It was too much, and he felt like he may finish right there. “Kiyotaka...show me what ya’ got...” The last sentence earned him, a harsh bite to the tip of his cock, Kiyotaka glaring him down. “I will ask you again not to use my given name so causally. I will look past it this once, however next time I will not be so forgiving.” And with that, he opened his mouth and swallowed the other man, holding his gag reflex as well as he could. When Kiyotaka first learned to suck him off it was a rough process, both men had to learn how to push their throats back just enough to be able to swallow the other. Even though Mondo was better at oral, the prefect gave a good battle.

He knows Kiyotaka was putting on a show but damn could he be a bit more gentle? Mondo grabbed him by the hair and yanked it upwards, body reeling from the pleasure given to him. “F-Fuck, s’rry… sir!” His voice raised a few octaves, as the other sucked hard and fast at his cock, taking in as much as he could despite the way he was acting he could see the slight tears at the corner of his eyes. The struggle to take him fully in. It made Mondo harder. He twitched in Kiyotaka’s mouth trying to hold back the urge to thrust. “Ha...haaa-- sir, I need ya, please!” He was always good at playing along, the other knew him all to well.

And as he’d only just begun to pleasure the other man, that loud request came, Kiyotaka pulled off with an audible popping noise. He huffed, eyes lidded and lips glistening with saliva and precum. He licked them, climbing on his lover to present himself. Slowly, the underwear was worked just below his own erection, a shuddering moan of relief escaping him. “Are you becoming impatient? I have never see you bend this quickly Oowada-Kun.”

“Wit you like this? How th’ hell am I not suppose ta!” Large hands snapped to Kiyotaka’s waist and gripped it hard, already moving his hips back and forth seeing his boyfriends erection out in the open was making his body react on its own. It wanted something, someone. He wanted Kiyotaka Ishimaru. Mouth hung open and drool seeped out of the corner as he was so close to just pounding into the other. “S’ like my entire body s’ on fire! Ya really know how ta’ work a man up!”

“Nnh...” The sound that erupted was one of both acknowledgment and pleasure, his nose wrinkling and brows furrowing tight at Mondo’s proclamation. He too had enough of this foreplay, of trying to get kinky with the carpenter below him. An intense glare came downwards, it was fierce, determined. “Oowada-Kun…prepare me, please...” Despite the politeness in nature, it still had some bite to it.

When Mondo heard that it was over, he twisted their bodies and pushed Kiyotaka into the bed. Quickly heading into his draw, he pulled out a bottle of lube they kept in there for special occasions. Pouring most of it out onto his fingers he threw the bottle somewhere carelessly and growled into the others ear. Pulling his panties to the side and quickly sliding two in, kissing him gently. “I love ya… Kiyo...” He had to make sure he took his time, he didn’t want to hurt the writhing man below him but he also couldn’t wait a second longer.

He couldn’t help but stare at Kiyotaka’s face longingly, the way his mouth hung open and his fingers pressed into his shoulder like its life depended on it. Moaning, asking for more without speaking any words. A loud moan tore itself from his throat, followed by soft fingers gently caressing his cheek. “I love you as well, Mondo-Kun...” the mere mention of his first name from Kiyotaka’s mouth was enough to send him into a frenzy, even more so when his boyfriend began thrusting back against his thick digits.

It drove him nuts, the way he was riding his fingers, the way he called his first name. The only time he ever calls it is in a super intimate moment, but hearing it always makes him want to groan with pleasure. There was just something about having such a polite and formal person, get a little to personal. Smirking just a bit he eyes his movements before giving him some friendly words of encouragement. “Ride em’ babe, like it was my dick. I wanna see what ya got. Show me that determination!” If Kiyotaka could act, so could he. He didnt’ want to be the only one to derive some satisfaction from acting a certain way.

Just like Kiyotaka had first envisioned, Mondo practically oozed confidence. The way he spoke was as lewd and straightforward as ever, his words seeming to have an effect on the man below as well. His hand shot forward, tangling in his hair to pull him into a lingering kiss, “Please...I would like to make love with you, Mondo-Kun…!” The words were shouted out of such desperation and arousal that there was no way he could possibly say no. Mondo felt his loin on fire, he pulled out his fingers, nibbling on the bottom of Kiyotaka’s lips.

“Whatever ya want babe.”

He whispered softly against them before he grabbed his own dick, gave a few quick tugs and ran it up and between his legs. Teasing, just barely pressing the tip inside, relishing in how Kiyotaka whined, nearly begging him to get inside him as he tried to force himself on his dick. It was one of those very actions that drove Kiyotaka to what he did. With a deep groan, he flipped their positions once again, chest heaving and red eyes full of irritation and need. “My patience is wearing thin, Mondo-Kun...forgive me…” The words were breathy, just a needy whisper in their small room, but it was enough for Mondo to get the point even more so when his lover took hold of his cock, slowly sliding himself down with a loud moan.

Mondo hisses and grips Kiyotaka’s thigh roughly, pursing his lips he watched as the other slowly slid down on his cock. It was kind of hot, seeing himself enter into the politician. The way he took control and Kiyotaka looks down at him with hazy eyes, boots clicking at Mondo’s own legs before Kiyotaka grunts and places both hands on his chest. Giving one hard long thrust, grinding himself deep into the dick below him. It was enough to make him shout a loud curse, his nails digging into pale thighs and his hips shaking with the effort to keep still for now. More than anything, Mondo wanted Kiyotaka to set his own pace. He always tried his best to be a little more gentle; but it always did seem to go out the window. Slowly at first, the younger man rolled his hips, loud moans punctuating each time Mondo entered him.

Mondo could barely contain the movement of his body, it was too much having that tight heat engulf him every time the perfect slammed down on his cock. It made his heart race, a deep growl emitted from his throat as he kept his eyes on only one thing, Kiyotaka. The way he arched, moaned, the way he tilted his head back just a bit and when he opened his misty, crying eyes to look at him Mondo nearly pounded his ass right there. He wanted to take him so hard, but again he wanted Kiyotaka to take his time so again with all his might he controlled his uncontrollable animal instincts.

“Mondo-Kun...touch me, please…!” The request was desperate, fingers curling into a tan chest while his hips moved at an even more erratic pace. Tears streamed down his face, his mouth hanging open in heavy breaths, the sight alone making Mondo unable to deny his plea. A rough hand gripped him, stroking Kiyotaka as rhythmically as he could while he was nearing his own climax.

“Fuck, come fer me, babe...” His own voice was softer now, no longer shouting or begging, what started out as a rough night had turned into something more personal and passionate. Kiyotaka whined, thighs shaking and nose wrinkling as he called Mondo’s given name once more. It always seemed to happen in a flash, his back would arch like a bow right as his orgasm hit him. Beautiful was never a word he would use to describe the man above, but in moments like these he was the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Shit, Kiyo—haa...M’ gonna come…!” And that set him off like a trigger, Mondo’s hips pressing up until they were flush with Kiyotaka’s, holding him down against him as he finished inside. Usually he would at least make the effort to pull out beforehand, however in more intense circumstances it seemed near impossible to do. For Mondo it was almost like claiming his territory, although the thought was a bit ridiculous.

Their bodies seemed stuck to one another, both panting as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then, Kiyotaka slumped forward, his chest heaving from their activities. “Kyoudai...I do hate to disturb you after our intimacies, however I am afraid I am in urgent need of a thorough shower.”

And there he was, Kiyotaka’s usual personality making itself known and killing the mood as usual. “Ngh...can’t ya’ take it in the morning, or something’, babe? M’ kinda worn out myself.” But the look what was aimed at him said otherwise, Mondo sighing as he began to sit up. Damn, he was going to be sore in the morning.

A hand grabbed his wrist before he could completely stand up, his tired eyes looking towards piercing red ones. There was still a hint of blush on Kiyotaka’s cheeks, his lips pursed in a way meant he was on the verge of asking for something which may have otherwise been embarrassing.

“If you do not mind, Mondo-Kun...I would very much like for you to join me!” The mood was back, a subdued grin spreading on his face. Maybe he did have a little romance in him after all. Mondo chuckled, reaching over to run a thumb along Kiyotaka’s cheek as he spoke. “Yeah...I think I’ll take you up on that.”

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minlucent · 6 years ago

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block party (m) ⎪ 02

➾ pairing: reader x jeon jungkook

➾ word count: 4.5k

➾ genre: fuck boy next door au, enemies to lovers au, smut, pwp but what’s new tbh lol

➾ warnings: explicit sex, dirty talk, dom!jungkook, degradation, fingering, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, panty sniffing, choking, breathplay, teasing, edging, im probably missing a lot more bc uh it’s really dirty

➾ summary: one mistake turns into two.

➾ a/n: SIKE! aye so i lied, block party isn’t on hiatus! btw sorry for not posting for months oops // happy valentines day bitches. heres my gift to you

➾ series:⎪01⎪02⎪

You still didn’t have a bed, so you had set up a cozy little blanket fort as a makeshift one for the past several days. However, often you found yourself not able to sleep at night due to the disgusting noises next door. Coincidentally, your bedroom was separated by only a thin wall from Jungkook’s room, and with no soundproofing, you had to hear many girls obnoxiously wail next door. Every. Fucking. Night.

Oddly enough, he himself wasn’t as loud in bed as he had been with you; there was no dirty talk, no grunting, no deep groans. All you could hear was whoever his date was for the night moan at incredible decibels. You had expected him to use the same lines he used on me with all of his girl toys.

Yes, all. It seems as though every night is a new girl. A faceless stampede of women go in and out of your apartment complex and you have to see their faces every morning when you head out to a class. You weren’t disgusted at the girls, in fact, you applauded them for being able to get a good fuck in the middle of the school week; as a woman supporting women, you felt no need to compete with them.

Rather, you were revolted by Jungkook, as he treated each and every one of them as a toy that he plays with: it was a game to him get them in bed then never see her again. You weren’t sure if the women expected more than a one night stand, but it just bothered you that Jungkook didn’t even treat them like people; he was the opposite of a gentleman. A “rough man.” Or a “rude man.” Just an overall jerk.

You knew that if you had to hear one more night of him fucking the brains out of a girl, you would pull out all of your hair. So, you decided to go out. Even though you didn’t know the girl who was hosting that well, you still decided to go to her party because her group of friends overlaps with yours. You didn’t really know the dress code for the club you were going to but you didn’t care; you put on a simple, pretty black dress, which was short but long enough to leave some to the imagination, high black pumps and some pretty red lingerie. To top of the sultry look you were going for, you painted on a deep, blood red liquid lip. As you looked in your bathroom mirror, blotting your lips with a tissue, you decide to make things a little risky tonight just for giggles.

After all, you were sure that you wouldn’t offend her because she probably didn’t expect you to be by her side the whole night; you two barely knew each other, and honestly, as grown a woman, you were sure she’d be happy for you to get some. She was a sweet girl. So, to spice up the night, you decided to forego the bra; even though you probably should’ve worn one, you thought you looked a hell of a lot hotter without one.

When you walked in, the first person you saw was an old classmate of yours, but you decided not to interrupt his conversation and instead made a beeline towards the bar. You were sipping on a cocktail, staring the back of his head down, waiting for him to turn around because damn, he was looking so fucking gorgeous. You decided that if he didn’t turn around in a minute, you were marching over there and flirting your ass off because you were tired of being abstinent while hearing Jungkook get it every night. There was no way you were going to place yourself below Jungkook, both figuratively and literally.

You didn’t realize how on edge you were because you finished your drink before you knew it. Just as you were about to order another one, the bartender placed the same drink in a new cup right next to you. “The man over there paid for this drink,” he nodded towards a booth where you squinted to make out the face of the generous creep.

Are you fucking serious? That “creep” was manspreading in a booth, two girls on either arm, sending a quick wink at you as you made eye contact with him. Fucking Jungkook. What a motherfucking pig. That fucker–

You were about to explode and say “fuck” a million more times and walk over there to tell him to leave you alone, but a tap on your shoulder stopped you. “Y/N?” You spun around, meeting the face of the man you were infatuated with just seconds ago.

“Taehyung! I was just about to walk over to talk to you!” you admitted.

“You should’ve come over earlier, I saw you when you walked in and, fuck… you are quite something,” he bit his lip as he looked at you up and down. Usually, you would be creeped out if someone said that, but coming from Taehyung, you blushed to the shade of your lipstick.

You guys hit it off immediately. You were laughing it up with him, retelling your favorite memories from classes you shared together; you were pretty close to him before summer, but you just hadn’t seen him since. You felt a pair of eyes on the back of your head, and you turned around, making eye contact with Jungkook. You could practically see the anger rolling off of him. He thought you were deliberately trying to make him jealous, but in reality, you were just horny for Taehyung. Who wouldn’t be?

Taehyung’s voice broke you out of your daze. “Really? I can’t believe we live in the same apartment complex. What a coincidence.”

“Oh yeah, haha, I know, I guess a bunch of broke college kids want to live there because it’s so affordable.” Your conversation was put to a halt when Taehyung excused himself to go to the restroom. You were alone for a moment until you saw Jungkook step up from his seat.

You laughed out loud when he stormed towards you, his jaw clenched in anger. He immediately snapped, hissing, “What do you think you’re laughing about?”

“I’m glad you finally left those poor girls alone,” you gave him a nice smile before spinning your stool away from him.

You almost got whiplash by how fast Jungkook spun you back around to face him. “Nah, I think they enjoyed my company. You should’ve seen how they kept sitting on my lap and shoving their tits in my face. It was amazing.” He leaned in, his hands on either side of your legs, trapping you in your seat.

“Sure sounds like it,” you try not to seem affected from his close proximity by grabbing your drink from the counter and taking a sip from it.

Suddenly, his anger is gone, and instead, he smirks down at you in amusement. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

“Seriously? Jealousy?” you laugh, “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Hm, if you say so,” his smile is mischievous as he grins at you, letting go of his grasp on your seat and standing back up. “So you don’t get jealous?”

“I’m not a fucking child, Jungkook.”

“So, you’re saying that you won’t mind if I go back to fuck to those girls?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. I couldn’t care less.” With that, he just winked at you and made his way back to the crowd of women.

You watched as he got comfortable in the group, and almost immediately, a girl’s arm was around his neck. All of the women were over him, touching him, laughing with him. You felt nauseous at how he didn’t even give a shit at them; he was just putting on this show for you while they actually thought that he was interested in them.

Jungkook must have felt you staring at him, as he glanced at you with a smug smile and a cocked brow. You didn’t break eye contact; there was no way you were going to let him think that he had won. He winked at you, staring directly into your eyes as his hand slid down to the ass of a girl on his arm and give her a firm squeeze.

You shook your head and faced the other way, waiting patiently for Taehyung to return. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s face for the rest of the night. Who does he think he is? Does he really think touching other women will get me to like him? Jesus, why were you thinking about that asshole when you were talking to a handsome man with an amazing personality, a man that isn’t a complete dick?

Taehyung was a nice guy. You could tell he wanted you physically, but he was a proper gentleman, so when he offered to walk you to your apartment, you graciously let him. After all, he lived in the same building as you, so you couldn’t feel bad about it. Although you were planning on getting laid tonight, you weren’t disappointed in the way the night ended with him. You got to know him a lot better as a person, and honestly, you would rather wait to fuck him to get more satisfaction out of it. Also, he was just nice to hang around with; sure, fucking him would be a plus, but it was no longer the main thing on your mind.

You giggled, a little tipsy, as you walked to your door with him. “I can’t believe you live on the same fucking floor too! What a small world.”

He chuckled as he backed you against your door. He thought you were absolutely adorable. “Luckily for you, you’ll be able to see me a lot from now on… ” Taehyung licked his lips, leaned down with his hands planted on your waist. You closed your eyes were waiting to feel his lips on yours, but you jumped when you heard a door slam open.

“YN! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Jungkook suddenly appeared in the hallway, pulling out from underneath Taehyung's height.

“Jungkook? You know Y/N?” Taehyung was surprised, but he didn’t seem to be too taken aback by the younger boy’s actions. “Are you guys…” he gestured between the two of you, “together?” You realized how bad it looked, with Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“No! Not at all! We’re just neighbors!” you burst out anxiously, wanting to not let Jungkook scare him away. You fought out of his tight grasp and hurried back to Taehyung’s side.

“No, no, I get it. You guys seem like you need to work out some shit. I’ll see you later Y/N. And Jungkook, it was nice seeing you, man!” you stood there with your jaw dropped as Taehyung retreated down the hallway calmly; all of that hard work tonight was ruined by a certain prick who lived next door. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? In all honesty, you weren’t surprised that Taehyung backed off that easily; they were obviously friends and there was probably some bro-code thing going on.

You turned around to face Jungkook, fuming, “Thanks for the cockblock, asshole!” You weren’t planning on fucking Tae tonight, but you were worried that Jungkook messed up your plans with him in the future.

You try to shove him back, but his hands wrap around your wrists to stop you. “You’re one to talk! None of those girls would fuck me after seeing me with you!”

“That’s rich,” you called him out on his lie, “All of them were all over you. They probably didn’t even think twice about me. It’s not my fault that you want to fuck me so bad that you ditched all of them! Did you actually just leave the club and race to get here just because you saw me leave with Taehyung?”

“You think Tae cares about you? He’s just like me, we grew up together! He’s gonna fuck you and forget about you.” he raised his voice at you as he takes a step towards you, avoiding your question, but you got your answer anyway.

You stood firm, “You know, you’re not making a very good case yourself. What the fuck do you want from me? Am I not allowed to make my own decisions? Who says that I want Taehyung for anything more than a fuck?”

He growls as he runs a hand through his hair. “You know what I want from you. And I know you know. So why are you acting like a little bitch? I saw the way you looked at me tonight; you want the same fucking thing I do, but I’m just trying to figure out why you won’t admit it.” He stared you down with furrowed brows, sneering, “Actually, I think I may have an idea. Was I too rough with you before? Could your little pussy not handle my fat cock? Is that why you’re afraid to fuck me now?” He now had the same cocky smile he had at the club, but this time he was bitter. You felt repulsed, and as much as you hate to admit it, a little excited at the same time. Why does a cocky personallity turn you on so much? Why are you already weak at the knees from his dirty words?

You flare your nostrils, fuming at his insult. “Trust me, your little dick is far from being the biggest thing that’s been in my vagina. Have you ever thought that maybe your dick wasn’t enough to make up for your shitty personality? That you weren’t able to satisfy me, so I just never came back for more?”

You saw his expression falter for a second. You wouldn’t let yourself feel bad for hurting his feelings because you were sure he would get over it. Anyone with that fragile of an ego needs to be put in their place. He put his tongue in his cheek and sighed, “You know, I didn’t want to embarrass you like this, but I think I’m gonna have to.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest. “Tell me that you don’t want me. Tell me to stop. If you don’t, I promise I won’t hurt your pride and talk about how right I was.”

You stood there in his arms for a moment, trying to resist his touch, but you knew you would give in. And so did he.

You felt your legs hit the edge of his mattress and he is all over you, running his hands up and down your smooth thighs before pressing his lips to your throat. You feel his hand slowly moving over your dress to grope at your chest before reaching your throat. He taps his fingers against your pulse, clicking his tongue lightly.

“You’re such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Are you going to let me have my way with you?” You nod desperately, wanting to feel him more.

You moan as you feel his grip tightening around your throat; you reach desperately for his wrist and fingers, grunting, “More. Choke me more.” Profanities drop from his lips as he stares hungrily down at you, grinning as he feels your throat begin to throb as he follows your wish.

You feel his other hand tracing your thighs, slowly climbing higher and higher. He flips the skirt of your dress up and stares at your wet core. “You’ve soaked yourself, haven’t you? Are you just that much of a whore for me?” He places the palm of his hand over your lace clad heat, pressing your panties roughly onto your wetness. He puts his index and middle fingers into your entrance over your panties, wanting to soak the lace as much as possible. You arched your back at the touch, moaning as he begins to play with you.

He laughs at how needy you are as his index finger taps against your swollen bud, twisting and turning it between his fingers. You let out a whimper and his eyes whip from your entrance straight to your lips, which he sinks his teeth onto. He is still playing with your clit as he releases his hold on your throat and moves his hand to your mouth. He slips his first two fingers between your lips and you suck on them graciously. You moan against them, following your cheeks and bobbing your head as if it was his cock instead.

“My little whore,” he leans into your neck and murmurs against your skin. He pulls his now-wet fingers from your lips and spreads the saliva across your cheek. You feel him stopping his prodding at your entrance to pull your panties down your thighs. You kick them off your legs as you grab the back of Jungkook’s head to bring his lips to yours. “You just couldn’t resist me, could you? You tried to act like you didn’t need my cock, but here you are, soaking my sheets and writhing around in my bed.”

You bit your lip as you sit up, grabbing his arm to support yourself, “Shut up and put them in.”

“So needy...” he laughs. You feel his strong fingers circle around your entrance, poking around your vulva, but still denying their entry into your warmth. “I have you right where I want you; you’re gonna be screaming once I shove my fingers down your slutty cunt,” Jungkook growls as he thrusts two of his fingers inside you, curling up to reach for your g-spot. They slipped in so fucking easily, you barely felt the stretch because of how wet you were. This didn’t go unnoticed by him though, as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Hmm, your cunt is dripping, it’s the wettest one I’ve ever felt, sweetheart. You really are a little whore, aren’t you?”

“Hm, fuck,” you gasp out as he plunges his fingers in and out of your wet heat. Your eyes fall closed and you release your hold on him as you fall back into the pillows, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers inside of you. As he continues to fuck his fingers into you, you begin to feel the lack of oxygen in your head. You are gasping for air as he relentlessly abuses your little pussy, making it hard for you to catch your breath.

Once he sees your struggle, he releases his hold immediately and kisses the marks of his fingers away on your neck. Suddenly, you feel his fingers stop and you let out a whimper. “Please, Jungkook, don’t stop.”

He bites his lip as he looks down at your fucked out state, loving the sound of you begging. “Fuck yourself against my fingers, baby. Show me how much you want me.” Still hovering above you, he adjusts himself so that he settles between your legs, waiting for you to grind against his fingers. “Come on, sweetheart, be a good little slut for me.”

You nod aggressively, wanting to recreate the pleasure that you were feeling merely moments before. You arch your back, pressing your ass into the mattress, making his fingers exit your entrance, then raise your hips while lowering your back to get his fingers back inside of you, creating a seesaw-like motion. Each time his fingers bottom out inside of you, he curls them and rubs against the rough spot that has you twitching underneath him. You quickened your pace, going as fast as you could. You knew you could impress him if you were flipped over and had to fuck him on all fours or if you were simply on top of him, but instead, he trapped you in this position underneath him. You just imagined that you were fucking his cock and you rode his fingers as such.

You could feel Jungkook growing hard against your thigh, so you could tell he loved it as much as you. You heard him let out an occasional groan or grunt as you clench around his lean, long fingers; he loved the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching around him.

“Hmm, baby, you take my fingers so well. Your greedy little cunt just keeps sucking them in. You just can’t get enough can you, huh? My little cockslut is just so desperate to have anything inside of her,” he laughs as he pulls his fingers out, pulling them up so both of you can see the strings of wetness between his fingers as he stretches them apart. “I can’t wait for you to take my big, fat cock. Your sopping cunt is just begging for me; I bet I’d barely be able to squeeze into this tight little pussy of yours…”

He pulls away and lifts your dress off of you. He marvels at how your breasts rise and fall as you breathe heavily; if he’s surprised that you aren’t wearing a bra, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s just infatuated with your chest to realize how easy it was to feel them. He takes off his shirt and shifts his position to lean against the headboard. He taps his thigh, “Take a seat, baby.”

“But…” you climb above him, about to sit on his lap, but you pause, “You’re wearing dress pants.”

“And?” He grabs your hips and pushes you down onto his lap, grinding you roughly against the coarse fabric.

“And aren’t you afraid I’ll ruin them?” He releases his hold on your hips and you gently rut against him, wanting to savor the feeling of his strong thigh pressing into you.

“I don’t give a shit. I know you’ll soak these pants with your dripping pussy; it will smell like your sweet cunt for days, no matter how many times I wash it.” He takes his cock out as he reaches for you panties thrown across the bed, raising it to his nose to take a deep whiff.

He is pumping his cock as he groans, “You smell so amazing, baby girl, I love it. I can’t wait to fuck you up.” He reaches over and stuffs the panties in your mouth, making you taste your own arousal. He plays with your nipples as you ride his thigh, slowing down as you feel your orgasm approaching.

When he notices your hips stuttering, he pulls you off of him to prevent your climax. You whimper, the panties still in your mouth and you desperately try to climb onto him again. Instead, he laughs at your desperation as he flips you over, slapping your ass and pulling your gag from your mouth.

You lay on your stomach as you hear him taking off his pants and searching for a condom. You begin to hump the mattress, desperately trying to approach the orgasm that Jungkook had denied countless times throughout the night.

Before you know it, he’s right behind you, his erect cock prodding your thigh. “Stop that,” he slaps your ass again, watching it jiggle. You feel the head of him rub against your folds, prodding against your sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensation. “Spread your legs.”

You obey immediately, following every one of his orders, making him hum in satisfaction. “I’ve got such a good fucking toy to play with, don’t I? You just do whatever I tell you.”

He sinks into his palms that rest on either side of your head and he begins to push inside of you. You feel the head pop in and you gasp out, grabbing at the bed sheets, as you savor every inch of his thick cock. You love the burn of the stretch, and you feel his fingers grip onto your jaw as he pulls your face towards him. His fingers sink into your mouth again and you moan, sucking hard on them.

When he finally bottoms out, with his hips against your ass, he groans into your neck, “You feel perfect around my cock, baby. You’re such a good little whore for me, aren’t you? So wet, so needy, just for me. You love this, don’t you?” He doesn’t wait for a reply; instead, he opens your mouth roughly and spits in it. He groans in satisfaction as he sees you swallow his saliva.

You felt the head of his dick against your womb and you shuddered as you clenched around his length, loving how deep his cock was buried inside of you. Jungkook began a fierce pace, pulling out until just the head of him was inside of you, then snapping his hips forward until you felt every part of his cock. You let out a scream while he continues to ram in and out of you, thrusting with so much force that the mattress bangs against the headboard with every twitch of his hips.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, your cock is so deep,” you gasp out, panting and moaning so loudly that you are sure someone will hear you through the thin walls.

“Hm, my little cockslut, you feel so fucking good around me. Your cunt was made for my dick, baby. So fucking tight for me. When’s the last time someone used it, huh? Hm, that’s right, scream my name, let everyone know that I’m the one who’s fucking you so good.”

“Oh, god, yes! Fuck me harder, please, Jungkook, just use me like the whore I am! I just want to feel your fucking cock all day!”

He lets out a deep chuckle as he pushes himself even deeper inside of you. “Be careful what you wish for, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so well, you’ll forget your own name. I’ll be fucking you until there are tears in your eyes, until it hurts to move. That’s right. you’ll be milking every last drop out of my cock, I don’t care if you’re begging me to stop. You’ll be my perfect little cockslut, my little sex slave. That’s what you want, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Jungkook, please! Make me yours! Claim me as your bitch!”

“You like that? You like being completely at my mercy? You’re like a bitch in fucking heat; I can’t wait to make you tremble because I’m fucking you so well.” You whimper as you feel yourself approaching your high. You bite the pillows as you try to contain the pleasure growing inside of you. “That’s right, cockslut. Come all over my fat cock, soak it like the little bitch you are.” His voice is deep and commanding, and you have no choice but to completely lay limp as you become undone.

Your body is trembling, just like his goal had been, and you begin to twitch as you feel him continue thrust into you at a speed that didn’t seem to be faltering at all. “Jungkook…” you whimper.

“Hmm? What is it baby girl? Too sensitive? Too bad. I said I wouldn’t stop until you milked every last drop of cum from my cock.” You were shaking, your body twitching with each thrust. Not only was his cock over-stimulating you, but you felt his thumb reach for your clit and begin to rub ruthlessly as he grabbed your jaw with his other hand. His lips sucked on yours, and you felt him smirk onto your lips and he continued to pound into you. “You felt so fucking good clenching around me and soaking me with your cum. I wanna milk your little pussy until you’re sobbing like the pathetic bitch you are. Got it?” he pushes you back down roughly and you lay there, letting him pump in and out of you, overstimulating and fucking you to his heart’s content.

You feel another orgasm quickly approaching as he sped up his pace. You writhe underneath him, trying to find anything to grab onto. But before you can even scream his name, you are convulsing around him, shaking from yet another orgasm.

You lay still out of exhaustion, but Jungkook doesn’t mind as he grips your hips and ruts into you, using your body as a sex toy to get himself off. He moans loudly, grunting as he approaches his high, and you feel him slow down as he groans, “Such a good fucking slut I’ve got on my hands.” He finally releases into his condom and he stays inside of you until he softens.

Once he pulls out, he throws away the condom before plopping down next to you and laying on his back, toned chest rising and falling. You flip over and rest your head on his bicep. Looking at him, he didn’t remind you of the asshole who was shameless in public, groping several women at once, but rather a boy with a sweet, child-like personality. Tonight didn’t mean that you liked him. Not at all. You still weren’t friends with him. This was definitely a one-time thing. Or, more accurately, a two-time thing.

He turned his head and grinned at you. “So, were you ‘satisfied’ this time?” You rolled your eyes as he mocked you, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you nodded. He laughed like a child and grabbed your face to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You broke the kiss, “Jungkook?” He hummed and pulled your lips back to his, not wanting to waste a second. You laughed and pushed him away. “Can I stay tonight? I don’t have a bed.”

He just chuckles. “Didn’t I offer you my bed the day you moved in?”

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