#begging for just a hint of tummy here

[yeyinde]

i feel you about the chiselled abs and the lean physique like 😭 give my a scary dark teddy bear right now! plus it also so saturated... i have never found one where the mml is like, huggable but also still scary yk?

these books always lure me in with a "he's HUGE!" until i realise it's in a body builder way - not a Winston Duke/cedar toss player kinda way. which is a shame because i think a big, gruff pouty bear of a man with the unhinged energy of a dark romance mml would be incredible.

but kinda sorta similar to what you're going for might be Stranded in Montana by Mia Madison. i'm 99% sure its actually a repurposed Jacob Seed fanfic lmao but i really enjoyed it. super short. smutty. liberal use of "scary big man" and "honey." gave it 4 stars on goodreads.

[awhhayden]

SAM MONROE letting us sit on his lap while he's smoking a joint, his hand in rings and stuff on our tummy and he lets us (after long begging) take a drag of the joint

ahh tysm for this! def helping me get out of my writers block!!

You sit in Sam’s lap, his arm wrapped comfortably around your waist as he lights his joint. You wrinkle your nose at the pungent smell, hoping he didn’t notice your distaste. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling slowly upwards like a wisp of fleeting thoughts.

“Can I try?” you ask casually, keeping your voice light, even as a spark of rebellion ignites within you.

His brows perk up in surprise, and he shifts his gaze to meet yours, a teasing glint in his eyes. He pats your head with his free hand, a gesture that simultaneously feels affectionate and condescending. “I don’t think so, princess.”

You groan playfully, rolling your eyes. “Why not?” you whine, trying to tug at his sense of adventure.

He laughs, a deep, amused sound that vibrates through you, and shakes his head. taking another drag from the joint. The smoke dances around you, wrapping the moment in a hazy warmth.

“Come on, I can handle it,” you protest, scooting slightly closer, feeling bold. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

He chuckles again, this time a low rumble that sends a thrill through you. “Oh, I don’t know. How about everything? Besides, I don't want to be responsible for turning you into a puddle on my lap.”

You laugh along with him, but your heart races at the thought. “You already do that” You lean in, your voices dropping to conspiratorial whispers. “Just one little hit, Sam. We’re all friends here, right?”

He pauses, considering, his expression darkening for just a moment. He ponders your words, swirling the smoke in the air, and you can tell he’s torn.

“What if I promise to be responsible?” you add, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. You run your fingers through his hair and down to his arms, tracing down to his hands and rings, His eyes flicker to yours, curiosity mingling with mischief, and the corner of his mouth quirks upward in a half-smile.

“Alright,” he finally relents, only half-serious. “But if you start giggling uncontrollably and asking me if I believe in aliens, I'm sending you to bed.”

You grin triumphantly, feeling like you’ve just struck a deal with the devil. Sam hands you the joint, and for a moment, the world feels electric, filled with the promise of laughter, mischief, and a hint of recklessness.

With a triumphant grin, you take the joint from Sam, feeling a rush of exhilaration mixed with apprehension. As you bring it closer to your lips, the familiar smell floods your senses, and for a moment, you hesitate. But the thrill of defiance propels you forward, and you take a small, tentative drag.

The smoke is thick and harsh, entering your lungs like a storm. You choke almost immediately, the coughing bursting forth uncontrollably as your body protests the foreign substance. Sam's laughter echoes around you, warm and teasing. He gently rubs your back, but you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.“You okay, princess?” he asks between chuckles, the smoke still swirling around you both. You can’t help but scowl, feeling a bit ridiculous.

Gasping, you wave a hand in front of your face, trying to clear the air as the rough, acrid taste lingers on your tongue. “Not really,” you manage to croak out, still coughing. The world seems to tilt slightly, and not in a good way.

Sam leans closer, still chuckling, and offers you a bottle of water. “Here, chug this. I should have warned you. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

You take the water gratefully, gulping it down as you shake your head in disbelief. “How do you even enjoy this?” you manage, the truth of your dislike creeping into your voice. You glance at the half-burned joint in your fingers, feeling a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.

He simply shrugs, his expression shifting to something more sincere. “It’s not for everyone, I guess. It takes some getting used to.”

You let out a small laugh, feeling slightly foolish as the coughing subsides but the warmth of the smoke lingers in your body, making you feel light-headed in a not-so-great way. “You definitely didn’t sell it well, you know,” you tease, but there’s a bit of seriousness in your tone.

“I told you you might not like it,” he replies, his hand still smoothing over your back in a soothing motion. “But hey, you tried, right? That’s what counts.”

“Yeah, well, I think I’ll stick to my soda next time,” you say, pushing the joint away from you as if it were something completely foreign.

He grins, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Good choice. No coughing with soda.”

Finding your rhythm again, you lean into him, the moment shifting from rebellion to comfort. As the night continues, you settle back into the easy laughter and camaraderie between you, realizing that sometimes, it’s the company that matters most—and maybe the wild escapades could wait for another day.

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[rhinestonz]

☆ CLEAN IT UP ☆

The way your ass moved when he fucked you like this never ceased to amaze Geto. The way he wanted to set up camera after camera just to see your curves from every angle irked him. The urge was too strong , he just had to see you. Had to see how your tits bounced , how your mouth hung open , how your ass rippled as he hit you from behind. “ Fuck baby , I’m so sorry “ he cursed out , sultry voice soothing your ears. “Fuck you Geto ~” you choked out , “ if you think some dick is going to make up for this your so full of yourself” you said confidently. “Baby …” Geto started , furrowing his brows in faux concern “… is that why your arms are giving out ?”

Suguru Geto x thick!reader. Reader is poc. Doggy style. Pussy eating. Missionary. Eye contact. Sweet talk. Suguru is sweet.

☆ Geto was almost always away , he’d met you abroad on a mission actually. It was like lust at first sight rather than love. His eyes immediately scanning your figure, curvy as ever. Boobs full in your dress shirt and hips begging to be freed from the confines of your pencil skirt. Not to mention your ass , that grazed against his cock so many times during that mission that it ended with you full of his cock as he begged you to come home with him. So here you were , in your shared home , cleaning up the blood that trailed in with your boyfriend. Wincing away when he tried to kiss you. He took notice of your tired expression. “ baby what’s wrong ?” He inquired, pulling his hair tie out, letting his locs free. You simply grumbled , looking down at the ground , mopping furiously. He quickly got the hint , “ Oh baby I’m so sorry, the mission was hard” he pleaded, grabbing your hands , kissing the light of your palms. You still looked away from him , your bottom lip jutted out. “ The mission is always hard isn’t it ?” You sassed. 

And that’s why you were in this position now. Ass jiggling lewdly with every slap of Suguru’s hips. You swear you loved this so much. You told him that this wouldn’t make up but damn… you might just forgive him. His cock being hugged by your walls. His thrusts, fast but nestling deep inside you. Fat tip kissing your cervix. His huffing and small low grunts. This was bliss. Bliss , all you could feel as you creamed on his cock. White liquid, dripping slow down below you like honey. Your arms flickered as your chest heaved up and down. Your boobs moving with every breath. You don’t know what persuaded you to think he was done, this was Geto after all. 

“Cmon baby , gotta make it up dont I ?” He teased, hands digging into the fat of your hips as he turned you around. Your tits jumping , sloshing around in a circle before resting. Only to start to bounce again as Geto’s cock fucked into you. Your face burned, you couldn’t handle the way his dark eyes stared into yours. Studying your face , the way it contorted in pleasure. His large hand pushing down on your stomach , trying to feel himself under the fat of your tummy. “ There I am baby , can you feel me ?” He asked , lips curling into a smirk. “ Sorry dumb question , I’m all you can feel right ?” He slurred, making your face burn even more as those words broke the dam inside you. You felt your liquids gushing down his length. “ fucckkk Geto '' you whimpered out, feeling your prior confidence melt under his gaze. Your hands covering your face with urgency. And he took that personally ( 😒). Cock sliding out of you as his hand came to scoop up your wrist like nothing. Prying your hands away from your face , watching tears form as your eyes met his again. 

“ Look at me baby “ he coaxed, face lowering towards your cunt as his tongue swirled around the pink flesh. His eyes never left yours. You shut your eyes closed, biting your lip from the numb ache of overstimulation. You felt a slap on your thigh that he had pried open as a warning to look at him. Thighs pried open and wrist held behind your back. Your one free leg trying to push him away desperately. He detached himself from you just for a moment, looking up at you. “ Baby , let me clean you up , isn’t that why you're mad ? Cuz I’m messy ? Let me clean the mess' ' he said , smashing his lips back down to your core , lapping up all the juices until you were as pristine as before. Letting go of your wrist , watching your body fall back, chest still heaving up and down. “ Does that make up for it baby ~?” Suguru coed as he climbed next to you , hands lacing around your waist. You managed to roll your eyes `` sure “ you huffed out, lacing your arms around him too , placing a small kiss to his forehead. 

[joocomics]

I really love your works, and the things you write for jiung ...ughh soo incredibly💕✨️

could you write more about him, anything you want, him being teasing in public, just anything :)

tags: soft dom!jiung x fem!reader, friends to lovers (?), edging (f!rec), praise kink, light choking | mdni

song rec: treat you better - shawn mendes

“don’t let him ruin your night.” jiung’s voice finds you through the banging techno music.

you nod, repeating his encouraging words in your mind, trying to let them do their magic so you can really forget about your ex being meters away from you. the club is suffocating from people, yet the face you’ve been trying so hard to forget is all you see.

you feel jiung taking your face in his hands, his thumbs form gentle patterns on your cheeks that slowly bring you back into reality; drifting you away from the unpleasant memories. it seems that his touch definitely works quicker than his words.

“y/n, look at me.” despite almost shouting in order for his command to dominate the vibrant scene of the night club his tone still has a note of pleading that rings out to you. “focus on my voice… my hands.”

your fingers find support in his shirt as you tug on the collar. you don’t know what it is. is it the power of his voice, the heavy energy around you, gravity, or some unknown secret desires that live inside you, but something pulls you closer into him.

you’ve never been this close to your friend before. the feeling of having your lips centimetres apart from his is something new, but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.

there were times when you’ve enjoyed the scent of his cologne, but it hasn’t made your head dizzy like this, - and you’re only slightly tipsy so it’s not from the cocktail you had. you’re certainly far from drunk, but there’s a possibility that a few more minutes in his embrace can get you lightheaded as if you are.

and his gaze… it definitely hasn’t made you feel like you’re being tortured by thousands of butterflies inside your tummy like it does right now.

“your hands…”

“yeah? tell me.” jiung’s lips turn into a soft smile with just a hint of mischief as he moves them lower on your body, savouring every curve.

“keep them on me,” you beg as your own palms shift around his neck. your thumbs brush his chiseled jawline as you stay pressed into each other, swaying out of sync with the music and the rest of the crowd. his voice has created another kind of melody that you rather move to. “please..”

“i’m not letting you go.”

these kinds of words said by a friend would normally wrap around you like a comfort blanket, however, as you look at jiung now, gorgeously painted from the neon lights with hands roaming on your lower waist and heavy breaths sticking to your face like secret kisses… they make your skin hot; they got you thinking of kissing him.

you don’t realise that you’ve been chewing on your lips until jiung lifts up your chin and swipes his thumb over them without minding your lipstick. his digit brushes the upper row of your teeth before you let it sneak inside your mouth and rest on your tongue. such a small taste of him, but invites an immense amount of adrenaline rush inside your chest.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a raspier voice, watching you unwrap your soft lips.

and you say yes.

you find yourselves in his apartment. you’ve been here before, but this is the first time you’re laying in his bed - only in your bra with legs spread wide. one of his pillows is placed underneath your lower body with a dark spot forming from the way your arousal builds up, dripping from your cunt.

“doing so well for me,” jiung coos softly while observing your squirming figure. at one point he has to hold you down with a palm pressed against your lower tummy so he can keep his attention on your sensitive spot. “so perfect…”

his index finger continues to move in circles just as slow as it did when he started toying with your clit. occasionally he slips inside you to spread around your slick, making your puffy lips glisten nicely, then he resumes to the overwhelming little shapes in infuriating speed.

you whimper as his slow finger suddenly stops. it freezes in one place causing the thrill to fade away from your core leaving only the lingering warmth that you desperately need to feel snapping.

“jiung… w-why…” you arch your spine, feeling the tip of his fingers brushing against your stomach lightly as a feather; from your bellybutton up to your neckline. they crawl to your neck, wrapping around it just as gently, before he leans to kiss you.

you can’t stop yourself from whimpering in his mouth, feeling so stimulated from every single thing he does to you.

“gonna make you cum now, sweetheart.” jiung’s words almost end with a groan as a reaction from the way he feels you gulping against his hand. “it’s just… you look so pretty when you’re all needy like this, i wanted to look at you a little bit longer.” he pulls back, one hand holding your left thigh, as the other one returns to your clit. “wanna cum now, is that it?”

“yeah, really bad…” you shut your eyes sensing the familiar light brushing of his digit. it barely touches the swollen bud, but you’re so turned on, it instantly shoots pleasure into your tummy. “jiung—“ you moan, grabbing the bedsheets.

he glides it so easily and smoothly from how wet you are; drawing perfect circular patterns that have you feeling like you’re about to melt into the surface.

“go ahead, beautiful,” he encourages you, but without changing the pace of his rubs. “cum for me, i want to see you.”

his gaze is fixated on your convulsing figure that’s succumbed to his control, on the way you whimper and tug the sheets desperately, but his finger doesn’t speed up. it keeps the slow motions going till you start to lose control over your voice, breathing; over your own body.

after you open your eyes you realise that even the butterflies tattoed on his skin look different than they did the last time you saw them. nothing feels the same when you fall in love with your closest friend.

a/n: tysm for reading my works! i’m glad you like them <3 i thought of this scenario while listening to the mentioned song, so i hope you enjoy how this turned out too!! ♡

[megistusdiary]

⋆ 𝔐𝔞 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 ⋆

dom!navia x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, asphyxiation, size kink, virgin reader, small-chested reader, french terms of endearment

word count: 1.6k

a/n: self-indulgent piece, i fear. also, you take care of navia at the end ♡ once again, capitalization because laptop. do you guys prefer lowercase or caps? let me know!!

“Come here, I won’t bite, mon ange.” Navia grinned, gently pulling you closer as you cautiously observed the strap on her waist.

“Navia, you do know I’m a virgin, right?” you looked up at her. You swore you could see hints of lust and excitement in Navia’s eyes at your words. “That’s way too big!”

Navia wrapped a hand around the base of the strap, shrugging as she used the other hand to hold your chin. She pulled you in for a kiss, situating your body onto her lap, causing you to grind against the strap. You moaned into the kiss softly, shifting around to rub your clit against it. Navia smiled against your lips, sliding her tongue over yours.

“Does that feel good, ma choupette?” she asked you, feeling you grip onto her shoulders. you tucked your head into Navia’s shoulder, nodding into her neck.

“Feels good. I want more.” you answered her, looking up with sweet eyes that had Navia melting on the spot. “But… will it hurt?”

“I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t.” Navia cooed, kissing the tip of your nose before laying you down on the bed. She watched your hair splay out on the pillows as she leaned over your frame. “You’re so cute.”

You grumbled, turning your head. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, though. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Navia lowered her head, kissing across your chest as you tried to turn away.

“Don’t, it’s just flat.” your gaze shifted away.

“I think you’re adorable.” Navia nipped at your chest, hearing you gasp softly. She lapped over each nipple, watching them perk up slightly. “You’re so small.”

She kissed her way down your abdomen, watching your tummy move from the ticklish touches. She grinned against your skin, making her way down to your exposed pussy. “Aw, you’re all wet already, hm?”

“Just for you.” comes your soft response, shyly looking away as Navia’s heart skipped a beat. She placed a soft kiss over your clit, fingers collecting the slick before gently easing one into you.

She felt you wince slightly, and she tried to kiss your thighs to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, relax for me. I’ll take good care of you.” Navia promised, letting you grow accustomed to the strange feeling. When you were ready, Navia slid another finger in, kissing your clit to ease the stretch as she slowly spread her fingers out a little.

She could hear a soft, pained groan from you. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I have to prepare you to take me. Otherwise it’ll hurt.” she explained, licking at your clit while her fingers massaged your insides.

“Navia, it just… it feels… good, but weird-” you mumbled, covering your face.

“Shh, just enjoy it.” she hummed against your cunt, crooking her fingers and sliding them in and out of you. She could tell you seemed to enjoy it, letting out breathy whimpers and squirming around beneath her.

“More, please!” you suddenly whimpered, feeling Navia’s fingers rub into that special spot, causing you to latch onto Navia’s hair. Your fingers carded through the silky golden strands, holding on as your moans increased in volume. The pressure kept building up, like it was about to burst, and then-

Navia pulled away, leaving you to whine dejectedly. “No! Why did you stop?”

“Oh? Were you about to cum?” Navia asked, feigning a pout. “Were you close?” you nodded and Navia leaned in, grabbing your throat, but not applying any force. “If you want to cum so bad, I want you to beg for it, belle.”

“But…” you looked away, face feeling hot. “I don’t know if I can-” you squeak when Navia applies a gentle pressure to the sides of your throat, only a breathy gasp leaving your lips.

“‘Can’ and ‘want to’ aren’t the same thing. You do want to cum, don’t you? So, you can do it.” she smiles sweetly. “Out with it, ma belle, I want to hear you.” Navia loomed over you, hearing your whimpers.

“Please? Please, I was so close. Please let me cum.” your voice was shaky and unsure, eyes wide as Navia grinned, clearly pleased. She kissed your cheek softly, leaving a light mark from her lipstick.

“Such a good girl for me.” she hummed, fucking her fingers into you faster, rubbing into your g-spot until you were cumming on her fingers. You whined, shaking on the bed while Navia helped you ride out the high. She slowly pulled her fingers out, sliding them onto her tongue as you watched with wide eyes. 

“You next?” you asked shyly as Navia tilted her head.

“Me next?” and you nodded, eagerly sitting up.

“Let me try to make you feel good too, please? I… I can’t go again right away. Can I at least try?” and you asked so sweetly, how could Navia say no?

Navia nodded, switching positions to let your head linger by the strap and her pussy. You tried to sneak your head under it, bumping into it while you sucked Navia’s clit gently. It was funny to watch, though endearing with how hard you were trying. Navia pulled you away, cupping your cheeks. “Why don’t we focus on one thing at a time, ma choupette?” She smiles, gently tapping your nose. “Let me show you how to prep my strap for now instead.” she pulled your lips to hover over the tip.

You licked down the shaft, looking up at Navia for approval. “What do I do now?” you asked, lips grazing the tip.

“Open your mouth for me. I’m going to slide it onto your tongue. We must make sure it’s slick enough for you to take it comfortably soon.” Navia told her, easing the strap into your mouth.

Your eyes went wide at the weight on your tongue, instinctively wanting to close your mouth. You moaned softly around the strap, feeling it come dangerously close to triggering your gag reflex. Navia watched tears prick at your eyes, seeing how cute you looked struggling not to choke on the strap. “Is it too big, belle?” she knew you couldn’t answer in words, only moans. “You can take it, I’ll make sure.”

She gently fucked your mouth, stroking her thumb down the bulge it formed in your throat, coaxing you to take more and more as you sniffled, looking up at Navia with an almost pathetic expression. Soon enough, she pulled out of your mouth, admiring the spit coating her strap before wrapping a hand around the base, spreading the slick. She tugged your body over into position with your ass in the air, back pushed into such a pretty arch that exposed your cunt for Navia in such an enticing way. Your front was pressed to the bed, and Navia could hear you whimpering when the tip dragged over your cunt, trying to turn and get a good look at her behind you.

“Just relax for me, belle. I’ll be gentle.” Navia promised, slowly sliding into your dripping hole while you grabbed onto the blankets in tight fists. Navia felt the pressure of your fluttering pussy, grunting as she slowly pushed further in.

You whined, biting the blanket as Navia pushed into you more firmly. Though, before she could move any further, she pulled out gently. You quietly whimpered, confused. “What’s wrong-”

Navia rolled you over onto your back. “Nothing, it’s okay, I’ll keep going. I just want to be able to see you. I want to see your face when I take your virginity.” she kissed you deeply, sliding back into you. She pushed the strap in further until your pelvises were flush together, drinking up your moans straight from the source.

She waited for you to tell her to move, only then fucking you deeper, kissing you over and over as she made sure you were seeing stars. You grasped onto her shoulders, crying out for Navia as her pelvis ground into your clit. “Feels… I- it’s good-” you babbled, tucking your face into Navia’s shoulder while she fucked you so lovingly.

“So beautiful…” Navia whispered, kissing the side of your head. She bucked her hips harder, going faster as you moaned, begging for more. Navia treated you so well, giving you exactly what you wanted and more. She urged you to come for her, snaking a thumb down to rub at your clit until you finally came around her strap. Navia slowed down, growing more gentle as you recovered, panting, head falling back limply.

Navia peppered your face with kisses, seemingly pleased with her handiwork as she eased you up and onto her lap, sliding the strap out of your cunt as you squirmed. “Shh, it’s okay. Did it feel good?”

“So good… thank you.” you smiled, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Now you?” your hands reach out for her. Navia sighs, kissing your cheek and nodding. She removed the strap, guiding you back between her legs.

You were curious and gentle, needing Navia to guide your hand to slide your fingers into her. Though once you got the hang of it, you got more experimental, crooking them at different angles and sucking her clit gently. “Is this okay?” you asked and Navia responded with a breathless nod.

“You’re doing a good job, mon ange.” Navia confirmed and you smiled into her cunt, moving faster and working desperately to make her cum. Her thighs nearly crushed your head, though you kept going diligently, wanting to show her how good she made you feel; how desperately you wanted to return the favor.

Finally, Navia reached her high, easing up and petting your head with a gentle hand before pulling you up to cuddle on her chest, falling asleep in her warm embrace.

[fabydoll]

ILLICIT | TEASER. coming soon

ৎ ݁ ۪ ⋅ Ꮚ dilf, cop, taehyung x teenage milf, fem reader

ϑϱ⭒ ݁ sum ৎ ݁ ۪ after the murder of two people so dear to your heart, in front of your own eyes, your left broken and all alone, but who better to make you feel loved and cared for than an officer of the law...

ϑϱ⭒ ݁ starring ৎ ݁ ۪ kim taehyung ⟡ kim jennie ⟡ kim namjoon ⟡ choi tzuyu, ect 𓂅ﾞ

ϑϱ⭒ ݁ cw ৎ ݁ ۪ AU, infidelity ౨ৎ murder ౨ৎ drugs ౨ৎ cheating ౨ৎ power imbalance ౨ৎ underage pregnancy ౨ৎ pregnant sex ౨ৎ cock warming ꒰sorta꒱ ౨ৎ reverse cowgirl ౨ৎ lactating kink ౨ৎ ephebophilia౨ৎ underage sex ౨ৎ illict, illegal relationship ౨ৎ hints to a daddy/daughter kink

Taehyung stood in front of your tattered apartment door, knocking. The acrid smell of a recently smoked and lit cigarette lingered in the air, shoving a muscular, veiny hand into the pocket of his long, heavy dark brown winter coat, his police badge being the only thing that brought any color to the otherwise bleak and lifeless hallway, eyeing his somber and desolate surroundings that were your apartment complex.

You lived here?

Thinking back on your condition and the fact that you’re only a young teenage girl—a young pregnant teenage girl—a part of him, the fatherly part of him, couldn’t help but feel so sympathetic, empathetic to your situation. You must feel so scared, alone, just like the same broken young girl whose pleas and begging not wanting to go to jail somehow found a way to pull on his heartstrings.

If he was being honest, he should care as much as he did.

But you made him care, so much.

“Miss Y/N, hope I wasn’t bothering you,” Taehyung said, his velvety voice sounding nurturing, fondly looking at your slumbering state, like you were the cutest thing his eyes had ever laid on. You rubbed your doe eyes; you were beyond adorable. “Of course not, Mr. Kim, I was just taking a little after-school nap,” you softly yawned, stretching your tired limbs, looking up at the taller, older man and giving him a sweet sleepy smile.

“I see,” he said, fondly smiling back at you. Mr. Kim was ever so beautiful, especially when he smiled, looking like a gorgeous matinee idol. You could never tell he was in his late thirties; you softly blushed. “Anyways, I came to check on you. Your case worker, Mrs. Choi, informed me that you hadn’t checked up on her calls lately. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

And see your beautiful smiling face again.

“Oh,” you formed an “oh” with your plump, plush pink lips as Taehyung tried his best to avoid looking at, you’re blooming and blossoming cleavage that your oversized low-cut t-shirt offered a tantalizing view of. “I must have dozed off; being pregnant can be so trying sometimes,” you hummed, daintily placing a hand on your 4-week-old tummy bump. Taehyung softly nodded, eyes on your tummy “I image it would be hard.”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, for what seemed like eternity, just gazing into each other’s starry eyes, like you were in reverie, daydreaming, waiting, albeit nervously, for the other to make a move. Taehyung awkwardly cleared his throat, breaking the moment as he began, “Um, do you maybe want to go out for a walk together?” You blushed again but nodded, smiling.

“I would love to.”

꒰ 8:12 pm ₊˚⊹ᰔ ── apricity 𝜗𝜚

It was a chilly evening with crystal clear snowflakes falling from the heavens, daintily snowing down onto you two as you walked side by side, hands softly brushing against one another every now and then as you strolled around the neighborhood, which was covered in snow, looking like a gloomy but beautifully melancholic winter wonderland.

It was peaceful and calming; the two of you just strolled around. Taehyung reached into his pockets, taking out his thick leather gloves and slipping his equally thick and large hands in, as well as lighting up a cigar.

You watched him almost hypnotically, Taehyung feeling your curious and innocent gaze just deeply chuckled as he took a drag. “You wanna try some?” he called out, a chilly smoke-filled fog airing out as he offered it to you. You coughed and hesitantly took it.

You took the itsy bitsy, tiny drag you could possibly take before passing it back to him, as you started to air out cute little puffs of air, a fond chuckle ringing in your ear. Taehyung took it from your small hands and took another long drag. “So how’s school? Heard you were in your last year of high school.” You gently hummed, “Yeah, it's going fine. I actually just started my senior year.”

“Hmm”

“Yeah, I was pretty excited about it too, until you know,” you looked down at your pregnant belly. Sighing, you gave your tummy little gentle, soft rub as you continued in much softer tone “I never expected to get pregnant at such a young age, you know? I had my whole life ahead of me, I had dreams and hopes, but then again maybe it happened for reason, a reason that I sometimes believe was so I could still have someone by my side, like an angel looking after me, now that I'm. . . all alone.”

You tried your best to suppress the tears that threatened to cascade down your pale, rosy, ruby red cheeks. Taehyung frowned seeing you cry, it hurt for an odd reason he couldn’t quite fully explain, you still managed to look so breathtakingly beautiful, Taehyung pulled you closer laying his head on top of yours, a strong, muscular arm around your small shoulders. As he rocked you back and forth, like a loving father trying to coo their crying child, comforting you with nothing more but soft, warm words in a deep mellifluous, euphonious tone, his words as sweet and as warm as a hot cup of cocoa.

The snow continued to fall on both of you, as you were wrapped, engulfed in, Taehyung’s warm embrace your tears slipping down your cheeks and socking into Taehyung’s coat, his sweet-smelling cologne and strawberry scent, somehow calming and soothing you, as Taehyung gentle let go, he entwined his lager hands with your smaller. You two just stood there for a moment hands twinned together, it was quite picturesque scene with beautiful snowy backdrop.

“You wanna go out for some hot cocoa? My treat” he cooed, a hand pushing back a strand of your hair out of your angelic tear-stricken face.

“It would my pleasure.” You sniffed, smiling warmly up at him.

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[porcalinecunt]

hiiii. saw you’re writing kinktober. can you write anything for liu kang? thank you 😊

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐋𝐈𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — soft dom!liu kang. sub!reader. breeding. praise kink. fingering. begging. size kink. belly bulge. overstimulation. multiple orgasms.

a/n: tysm for the request! liu kang was already on my list for kinktober since he’s been growing on me lately. hopefully i was able to do him justice! again, tysm for requesting him and enjoy! 🫶🏼

You were already close, and he hasn’t even done much yet.

Liu Kang plunged his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt, soaking his fingers in your arousal. With his other hand, fondeling your left breast with ease compared to his finger-blasting. Even after orgasming twice at this point, his stamina wouldn’t let up not even once.

“Liu—please..”

He instantly stopped, turning his head towards yours. Ready to give whatever you wanted.

“What is it my love?” He asked, oh so gently. You already were getting butterflies once again from his voice alone.

“Please fuck me, please please ple!—“

Your begging was haulted immediately, as Liu pushed your forward from his lap until you were on your stomach. He curled his fingers around the loose strands of your hair that covered your face, leaning closer till his head is right above yours. Pulling you by the neck backwards, but not choking you, he planted his lips against yours.

Lost in the kiss, you didn’t feel him slowly filling your cunny until you felt something poke at your stomach. You moaned in his mouth, as he crept his hand over your tummy where a large bulge could be felt. You knew Liu was huge, but fuck, it always felt like the first time every time. Especially with how delicately he treats you.

He moved slowly, hitting all the right spots that made your arch against him. Your gasps and whines were all swallowed by your demigod lover, who held you like if you were to shatter at any moment.

Suddenly, a warm rush instantly made your knees turn into jelly as Liu quickly came inside your pussy, filling you to the brim with his seed. You moaned out loud as he pressed you against his body out of surprise. Reeling from his high, he immediately realized what had just happened and grew flustered from it all. Guess he wasn’t the only sensitive one here.

“I-I’m sorry my love, I should’ve asked—“

“Again.”

Liu looked down in shock, his white eyes wide with a hint of pink sitting underneath them.

“What?—“

“Again, do it again. Please…”

You began to plead, turning over onto your back and spreading yourself open once again. Liu watched in awe at the sight of his girl running her fingers through her cunny, smearing his cum all over and it leaking out of her. Something from an erotica, unreal and too perfect to be true. No surprise, he was rock hard once again, spilling a giggling out of you.

Liu smiled warmly, an innocent face compared to what he was doing with his hands, which was cupping one of your breasts while his other hand held one of your thighs. Sinking back into you, his pace quickened as you felt another orgasm approaching. The demigod watched you as you soaked his dick with a mix of his cum and yours, pushing Liu closer to the edge.

“I’m close—I’m close, my love..”

He whispered, leaning closer to your face to press a kiss against your forehead, with his body towering over yours. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked him in position to keep him on you. It was proven useful, when Liu snapped his hips against yours, breeding you for the second time.

Your legs shook from the overwhelming pleasure, your mewls being shushed from Liu when he pressed his lips against yours once again, kissing away any stray tears that may have fell. Once your high has calmed down, your lover slowly pulled out, his seed spilling out of you slowly. You watched in awe at how much he had truly spilled inside of you, the gush of white seemingly not stopping for a few more seconds.

You were almost falling into a trance until Liu pressed his forehead against yours, his warm skin sending goosebumps all over yourself.

“You did so well, so good for me love.”

You could only close your eyes, melting in his touch as he took you in his arms before carrying you off to the bath to relive your aches. You couldn’t have asked for a better lover, and he knew.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[cheolhub]

um idk what this is called but soobin being a dumb big bf. literally he’s so big and he makes u feel so good n he doesn’t know why u want him to fuck u deeper when he’s already all up in ur guts :( like it just flies over his head why u go crazy over him being so tall n big BUT COME ON😭 sorry im thinking too much abt size kink soob

HIMBO!SOOBIN

FUCK. soobin being a big himbo who only thinks with his big fat cock that fills you up just right. :( himbo soobin who doesn’t understand the great effect he has on you ‘n misses all the obvious hints about you loving his size ‘n how good he makes you feel.

and, god, do you love his cock so much. he’s huge. brings you to tears every time, but you fucking love it. you love how he can get you just as dumb as he is without even meaning to.

but he’s oblivious! he’s always so sad to see you in tears!! he could probably cry himself because “why is my pretty baby crying?” he’d ask after impaling you on length.

such a sweet, dumb little thing—he’d even stop just ‘cuz he couldn’t handle thinking he’s hurt you. </3

but you protest, as always, wrapping your legs around his waist in attempts to keep him moving and push him deeper inside of you. you’re in tears, yes, that much is obvious, but not in the bad way— never in the bad way.

“d-don’t stop! please fuck me deeper, ‘binnie, god fuck, please,” you sob out a surprisingly coherent beg, back arching and hips bucking into his.

he frowns, cocking his head to the side in confusion. “but…” he splays his big hand over your tummy and pushes gently to emphasize his current position (as if you didn’t already know where his cock was). “‘m already right here, sweet girl?”

you gasp and splutter over your words at the action, fresh tears of pleasure filling your eyes over again. “‘binnie! ‘b-binnie! don’t care,” you pant, pussy tightening around him.

but when his confused expression doesn’t falter and his body still doesn’t move, you realize you actually have to spell it out for him. “‘binnie, feels so good to me! ‘m crying ‘cus i love it so so much— so big inside of me, jus’ wan’ you to keep fucking me… please?” you plea, hands weakly gripping his forearms.

he still doesn’t get it— he may never get it with his himbo brain, but he obliges anyway, resuming his thrusts ensuring his pelvis meets yours so he can fill you up all the way. just like you want.

you thank him. you thank him over and over and over till you’re gushing all over him, creaming his cock with your entirety. you incoherently tell him how big he is, how he’s the only one who fucks you this good, how you were made to take his fat cock.

dumb, oblivious baby just nods his head, not understanding a single word you’ve just told him. he releases inside of you solely because you wanted him to and because your tight pussy was “squeezin’ me so hard.”

he pulls out of your spent cunt watching his substantial load escape you with a frown.

“always cum so much,” you gasp, body slumping in exhaustion. you look up to see his puppy dog face and mirror it. “what’s wrong, baby?”

he sighs, looking down with his big length in his even bigger hand. “‘m still hard.”

“‘course you are,” you smile. it would be abnormal if he wasn’t— soobin needs at least 3 rounds before he goes soft again. “‘s okay, ‘bin. i can take it. give it to me?”

he nods cutely, eyes wide with a small grin before pushing into your messy pussy with a moan. if there’s one thing he understands, it’s that, like you, he can never get enough.

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[mosaickiwi]

“Bad” Gift Giver Angel Headcanons

Just some ~silly and wholesome thoughts~ I put on disc but wanted to share here too! I'm a lil spammer. cw// Slight mention of violence at the end.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Ren/dacted with an Angel that gives weird ‘just because’ gifts but they don't realize how strange they are since he genuinely cherishes everything they give him. <3

🎁 Giant 5 pound gummy bear! Ren tries like hell to finish it, but his tummy hurts. He ends up preserving it in epoxy to put on a shelf. Half of its head is missing.

🎁 Angel finds one of those train sets that hung from the ceilings in some McDonalds stores way back in the day. (video) Ren sets it up in his room and rigs it to work as a morning wake up alarm. Or just lays down and watches it go when he’s trying to sleep. He might paint over Ronald's face though.

🎁 Customized Furby that looks like an eldritch horror? They thought it matched his vibes and now they regret giving it to him. 

💝 When Angel stays over, it scares them when they wake up in the middle of the night. Ren imprisons it in his shrine room after Angel wakes him up in tears begging him to move it somewhere else. The battery died a long time ago, but sometimes Angel still hears it laughing through the walls.

🎁 The UGLIEST sweaters imaginable. They light up, they make noise, they itch, they burn the eyes of all who see them. Dude is overheating himself in the summer cause he just feels so loved every time he puts one on.

🎁 There’s a phase of food gadgets and utensils, despite neither of them being a decent cook. Angel is disappointed since some of the items simply don’t work the way they wanted, but Ren adores the small everyday use ones. 

💝 A tabletop s'mores maker—it takes too long to burn marshmallows the way Angel likes, but Ren is endlessly patient about it while he hands them a blowtorch. Tiny novelty gumball machine that he puts on his desk and fills with mint chocolate candies. Hello Kitty waffle maker but they both keep burning it. 

💝 A pizza cutter shaped like an axe, Thor’s hammer meat tenderizer that he uses incorrectly, cat paw oven mitts, tongs, and serving spoons. Imagine this tatted, grumpy eboy pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven with his cute little paws??? He totally wears the matching apron if Angel asks.

🎁 It’s almost suspicious how he’s never surprised at a gift, but Angel still tries to catch him off guard. They’ll not so discreetly leave tiny presents around his apartment for him to find. Whether they’re just love notes, weird greeting cards for holidays he wasn’t aware of, or hand sized plushies in brightly colored capsules so he can experience some type of surprise at the very least. Even so, he always spots them immediately, but pretends it's taking him a few hours or so to notice anything different. Once he 'finds' one he'll teasingly thank them for the scavenger hunt.

🎁 Ren absolutely SEETHES on the inside whenever anyone else gets a gift, no matter how ridiculous it is. He wants the exact same thing immediately and drops the most obvious hints possible. 

💝 A hideous, singing, wall mounted fish for Teo’s birthday? Ren’ll talk all about how he’s always found them entertaining, his favorite fish is a bass—what do you mean he used to make a weird face whenever he caught one in Stardew? The moment it gets thrown away he’s digging through the garbage and bashing Teo over the head with it for not appreciating such a thoughtful present.

[sinsandsweetness]

Good morning beaut! 🧸🥺

I'm loving. your fics <3

Could I possibly have a stepdad! rick x plus size! female reader <3

I do have some more stepdad!rick in the works but here’s a little something for u in the meantime, my love <3

18+ under the cut

The wet kisses on your inner thighs send butterflies right to your core. Painted fingernails already tangled in his hickory curls. Your back arches off the bed as Rick’s lips make their way up and down your body. Kissing every inch of your tummy, your hips and your panties. Pretty, pink lace, hugging every curve so delicately, leaving very little to the imagination. And no matter how much you whine and beg, he refuses to take them off.

“They’re just so pretty, baby. Wouldn’t want to let ‘em go to waste, would you?” He mumbles into your thigh, eyes fluttering shut as he goes to suck a dark hickey into your flesh.

“Ugh,” you groan. The grip on his hair, tightening in frustration.

You don’t really care if they go to waste or not. You’re soaking through the damn fabric at this point. Every feather light touch is heightened from the hour of teasing you’re being forced to endure. Rick having taken full advantage of the fact he has you to himself for the weekend. Your mom is on a two day trip to Oceanside with a few other women from the community, some kind of self defense workshop that Rosita was putting on. Whatever. You didn’t care. Staying home with your stepdad sounded a hell of a lot more fun.

And in this moment, despite what feels like some kind of never ending torture, you’re absolutely right. It is fun. Rick mouthing at your cunt, over the lace of your panties, his tongue only further dampening the arousal coated lace in between your legs. He rarely gets to take his time with you, and though he feels like he’s savouring the moment by prolonging your orgasm, you want nothing more then for him to rip the lace off your body and eat you out until you scream his name.

You’re whines must be getting your hint across because he speeds up his pace a little. Which you make sure to thank him for with a drawn out moan of his name. It helps that his skilled tongue knows exactly where you’re sensitive bundle of nerves is pulsing for him. Begging for his attention. And you’re more than a little shocked at how fast your orgasm is actually building, given that fact that he still hasn’t taken the pretty panties off yet. The friction of the lace against your clit is different. Stimulating you in a way you aren’t familiar with. Wet lace rubbing up and down your cunt as he eats you out through your panties.

But before you know it, you’re legs are coming in on his head like a pair of earmuffs, head shooting off the bed as you gasp for air. He keeps going, nose grinding against your clit while his grip tightens around the fat of your thighs. Tummy twitching and legs shaking from the intensity of the climax.

When he comes up for a kiss, you can taste your cum on his lips. He pushes your legs open and positions himself between them. Hooking a finger under the soaking fabric, pulling them to the side and lining himself up. Immediately smirking when you start to whine,

“Really? Just take em’ off, Rick. Please.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes at your attitude. His hand comes up and squishes your cheeks, forcing you to look right at him.

His voice is low, and his stormy eyes darken. Suddenly, you start to regret giving him any attitude.

“Maybe I should gag you with em’, huh. That’d quit your whining, wouldn’t it? Why can’t you just be grateful and take it like a good girl?”

Yeah, you definitely regret giving him that attitude. And unfortunately, you’re almost positive that no amount of “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy,”s will be enough to dodge the bullet that you’re about to get hit with. But hey, it’s worth a shot, right?

[jeonginsdiary]

19 from the prompt list with your choice of people 😁😁

I feel like Chan would say Minho’s name like this before he wrecks him��😭

- Jokes

- Lee! Minho | Ler! Chan

- “I’ll never talk to you ever again.”

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“Who’s the funniest member?” Chan blurted out one day, making Minho perk his head up from his spot on the couch.

He scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s me!” The younger said like it was common knowledge.

Chan cocked an eyebrow at the dancer, shaking his head and inching closer to the boy on the sofa. At this point, he was huddled up to him, their faces just mere inches away. “No? I’m totally funnier than you.” The oldest retorted, smiling mischievously at Lee Know who glared at him from the corner of his eye.

“Stop lying.”

Chan gasped. “Lying!? You don’t think i’m funny!?” He whined, sending what felt like a million harsh pokes to the younger’s side.

“S-stahp!” Minho couldn’t help but break into a smile, twisting away from the Australian and scrambling backwards on the couch.

Chan just followed him. “I seem pretty funny, don’t I? Look who’s already smiling when I haven’t even said anything!”

“N-noho!” The dancer giggled out when the leader delivered a well placed jab to his sensitive tummy.

“Oh? Was that laughter? I must be hilarious!” The older teased again, making Minho groan.

“You’re poking me and it tickles!” The younger stated the obvious, holding his arms out to protect himself. “It’s not fair!”

Chan relented his poke attack. “Fine, we’ll make it fair. First to laugh at the other’s joke loses.”

The dancer agreed, and the two boys sat crisscrossed facing each other on the couch. Minho went first, making a joke about the leader’s old age and pulling a small smile out of the boy.

“My turn?” Chan asked, to which Lee Know nodded and pulled a cold expression to keep himself from laughing.

After the most horrible joke Minho had ever heard, he simply stared at the older, not even a hint of a grin on his face.

The Australian rolled his eyes.

He was going to win.

Right when the dancer went to flip a hand through his hair, contemplating his next move, Chan sent a rough jab to said boy’s armpit.

“AGH!” The younger jolted and slammed his arm down, his bunny teeth displayed as he smiled involuntarily.

“Oh..? Was that funny to you, Lee Minho?” The older grabbed the dancer’s wrists in one hand, ripping them above his head and pinning them to the sofa no matter how much the other struggled and resisted.

Lee Know shook his head as fast as possible. “Nononono! Y-you can’t doho this! Wait, stop!” pleas flowed out of his mouth as quickly as they could and he tried kicking out at the older.

“What do we have here?” Chan said mockingly, gripping the muscular thigh once it kicked out again and rapidly squeezing the inner part of it, making Minho shriek with laughter.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! YOU’RE SUHUCH A CHEHEHEHEATER!” The dancer clamped his two thighs together, only pushing the leader’s thumb in farther and erupting a scream from himself.

“You did that to yourself!” Chan laughed out, gasping when he felt his wrists being tugged at. Minho had succesfully, despite the leader’s iron grip, brought his pinned arms close enough to Chan’s and was now desperately pulling at the offending fingers.

The older smirked. “Ooh, you’re sneaky~” He teased, bringing the younger’s arms back up with ease and digging into the exposed pit.

Lee Know squealed, frantic laughter pouring out of him.

“You’re still laughing? The joke wasn’t that funny.” The Australian cooed with a knowing smile.

The dancer threw his head back. “NOHOHOHOHO YOU’RE—” He tried to explain but was immediately cut off with another round of helpless screams.

“I’m what?” The older feigned innocence.

Minho opened his mouth but found himself unable to form proper sentences. Seeing the younger this distressed made Chan switch to tracing his sides to give him some time to breathe. “Mhmhmhmm no mohohohore…” He begged, a stream of giggles spilling from his lips.

“So you admit i’m the funniest?” The oldest questioned, expecting the younger to cave knowing how ticklish he was.

To his surprise, he was wrong. Very wrong.

“Absolutely not! Ask anyone and they’ll say i’m funnier than you, old man…” The dancer bit back.

Chan stared at him in disbelief. “You. Did. Not.” He said, mouth agape.

Minho just shrugged.

In a matter of seconds, he flipped Lee Know onto his stomach, sitting on his back thighs and digging vigorously into the boy’s sides. “AGHHH! CHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!” The dancer absolutely howled with laughter, trying urgently to grab for the older’s hands, but only succeeding in opening up his underarms which Chan happily slid his fingers into. “NOHOHOHOOOO GET OHOHOHOHOUT!! THAHAHAT’S OFF LIMIHIHIIAHAHAHAHA!” Minho thrashed and twisted around but just couldn’t get those wiggling fingers out of his hollows.

“It’s what?” The older teased, switching from the boy’s lower sides, to his ribs, to his armpits as quick as he could.

Lee Know could barely get anything out. “OHOHOHOHOHOFFAHAHAHA!!” He was lost in a bout of wild laughter, hair rumpled as he flailed.

“You know…” Chan began. “I think STAY would really love to see their tough, stubborn bunny screaming and crying because of a few tickles, don’t you?” The leader grinned, whipping his phone out and swiping left to the camera.

“Nononono!! I’ll never talk to you ever again!” The dancer begged and pleaded, trying to suck as much air in as he could while Chan pressed record.

The Australian shoved the phone into Minho’s flushed face, to which the boy quickly turned away. “Don’t hide that cute smile from us~” Chan grabbed a chunk of Lee Know’s side with his free hand.

“AHAH!” The younger shrieked, trying to flip over onto his back but only succeeding in exposing his face to the camera.

“There it is!” The older cooed, making sure the non existent viewers received a detailed commentary. “Oh, he’s moving a lot! Are you trying to get away, sir? Is this hurting you?”

Lee Know nodded frantically. “IT HUHUHUHURTS!” He reached for the device, trying to grab it from Chan and stop the recording. But to his dismay, the older merely shoved a hand up the dancer’s exposed armpit. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Minho whined desperately, clamping his arm to his side in fruitless attempts to save himself.

“It still hurts, sir?” Chan asked with a snicker.

The younger squeezed his eyes tight. “YESYESYEHEHEHES! IT DOHOESN’T TICKLE—!! AGHHHHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed when the leader somehow, despite his flipped position, managed to slip a finger into his navel.

“What if I do this?” The Australian once again brought the camera to the younger‘s face, zooming in on his smiley eyes, then his bunny teeth, then the finger stuck in his belly button which Minho pried and clawed at. His laughter silenced and he felt weak, feebly kicking at the boy on top of him. “Too ticklish?” The leader said as he climbed off of the dancer

“Yehehes just stohohoppp!”

Chan giggled and Lee Know lazily reached for his phone when the screen lit up. He read it slowly as his eyes widened, reading the notification over and over again to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.

gnabnahc shared a reel : tickling the bunny ^^

“No, hyung!” But Chan was already sprinting out of the room, a toothy smile plastered to his face.

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kinda all over the place askgkdkgjs lmk what u think!!

there wasn’t really a plot for this soo…

stay healthy!

[intheticklecloset]

Ooo, the lemonade event! I’m so hyped!

If I may, could I please get a 🍓 (strawberry) lemonade with ⭐️ (stargazing) for Shin Soukoku please 🙏🏻 Lemme know if you need a sentence starter!

Thank you so much friend! Here’s to many lemonades to come!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

Since these two requests were so similar I decided to combine them into one flirty, playful encounter for our boys. ^^ @tklpilled

~~~

“The stars are so pretty,” Atsushi murmured into the quiet night air.

“Like your eyes,” Akutagawa replied with no hesitation.

Atsushi turned to stare at him, dumbfounded. Had he really just…?

Akutagawa sensed the shift in the air and turned to face him as well, face impassive. “What?”

When Akutagawa had suggested – almost shyly – that Atsushi go stargazing with him, the weretiger was floored. Not only because it was such a normal thing to do, but because he’d recently learned that it was something Akutagawa did because he genuinely loved it, and because it brought him peace. To be allowed into that sacred space with him had meant everything to the younger man.

The last thing he’d expected tonight was for a comment like that to come out of his partner’s mouth.

Atsushi grinned. “That was…oddly sweet of you.”

Akutagawa scoffed, turning his eyes back to the skies, but it didn’t stop the hint of pink from flooding his cheeks. “It’s a point of fact, weretiger. Forget I said anything.”

“Aww, are you embarrassed now?” Atsushi teased, poking his ribs. When his partner flinched, he only grinned wider, repeating the action. “It’s so rare to hear you sound sentimental. Do you really think my eyes are pretty, Ryu?”

“Weretiger,” Akutagawa warned through a growly giggle, but Atsushi ignored him, moving to crawl on top of him and lightly tickle his sides, pressing kisses into his neck.

“Tell me again, Ryu,” he said sweetly, smiling at the way the older man gasped and tried to suppress his snickers with the sleeve of his coat. “Tell me my eyes are pretty again. Please, darling?”

Akutagawa let out a tiny whimper at the last kiss pressed into his neck, and then all of a sudden, the tables were turned.

Atsushi blinked up at the starry sky just as Akutagawa entered his vision, straddling him with an evil smirk. “You want to hear it again, huh, weretiger?” Fingers drilled into his sides in retaliation, making Atsushi squeal and arch his back, giggling freely. “You want me to tell you your eyes are beautiful? That I could get lost in them forever, that I love your stupid face? Hmm? Is that what you want, darling?”

Atsushi squealed again, covering his face with both hands as he giggled and whined, “Nohohohoooo, don’t cahahahahall me thahahahahat!”

“Oh? But you said it to me first, weretiger. I assumed you’d appreciate the reciprocation.” Akutagawa began scribbling wildly along his tummy. “Is this not what you wanted?”

“Plehehehehehehease! Ryuuuuu!” Atsushi begged, clutching his partner’s shoulders as he shook with laughter. “I’m sohohohohohorry, just plehehehehehehease! Lehehehehehet me gohohohoho!”

Akutagawa slowed to a stop, cupping Atsushi’s cheek as he regained his breath and blinked up at him with a smile. The mafioso murmured, “Never apologize for being so perfectly you, Atsushi.” Then he leaned down and kissed him as the stars continued to twinkle overhead.

[gugug4g4]

Soo-won is admiring a very "moody" Lili

He noticed her looking into the mirror, carefully observing the changes in her body. Her back was turned to him as she gently cradled her tummy with one hand and soothed the ache in her neck with the other. Was this real, or was this another one of his dreams, aching for what he couldn't have? He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Here stood the woman he was so hopelessly devoted to, scrutinizing her growing belly that now carried their future child. He never thought he’d live to see this day. He just had to hold her, he had to convince himself this was real.

He approached her from behind, gently wrapping one arm around her waist and the other over her shoulder. He had to feel all of her. Lili's eyes flicked to the mirror, meeting the reflection of the man holding her. Seeing Soo-won, she allowed a tight smile to form on her lips and a hint of annoyance to flash in her eyes. Here was the man responsible for her morning sickness and the constant aches in parts of her body she didn’t even know she could feel pain in. Seeing how content he looked in that moment, she settled for an eye roll instead of the blame she was about to throw his way.

She took in the familiarity and security of his arms, relaxing her tense muscles into his embrace. Placing her hand where his was connected, she leaned her head against his chest and looked up at the father of her child. Gently caressing his face, she playfully whispered, "See what you’ve done to me?"

"I do, and you look radiant," he smiled, nuzzling into her ear. Her scent reminded him of the roaring ocean, like the calm sea breeze before a tsunami. Lately, he hadn’t been able to stay away from her. Her untamed scent, her temperamental moods-everything about her called his name. He felt an overwhelming need to protect the mother of his child. Protect a future he wouldn’t have dared to conceive, even in his wildest fantasies.

Dedicated to the talented artist @sokkawordbender and that beautiful sketch of them. Please please please, I beg you, attach the sketch below.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

With Discretion 3- Sneak Peek!

Hi friends,

I am almost done with part 3! I'm hoping to finish it tomorrow and post it for the weekend! In the meantime here's a little sneak:)

“Harry?” You spoke tentatively.

“Hmmm?”

“I really like you.” You said softly. His heart started pounding hard at your confession.

“I really like you too.” He said as his hand ran up and down your back soothingly. “Literally think about you every day.” He confessed. You pressed yourself up a bit and smiled at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” He chuckled through his confirmation, “Wanted to talk to you a bit more but I figured you just needed some space to get everything sorted out.”

“Well thank you for considering that but ummm…you can talk to me whenever you want. Just throwing that out there.” You said with a grin and he chuckled.

“Noted.”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked and he smiled.

“Yes. Please.” He barely got the words out before you were connecting your lips to his. 

You had no idea how, but just being around him made you feel like you were on fire. Your lips moved eagerly with his and you melted against him at the feeling of his big, warm hands siding down to your waist and pressing your body even closer against his. Your neck was growing a bit sore from your position so you decided to straddle his lap before connecting your lips to his again. The soft, wet smacks of your kisses made your tummy tingle. You reached one of your hands to his, guiding it down your backside. Harry was quick to take the hint and grabbed handfuls of your bottom before guiding you to rut against his lap. You could feel the bulge of his cock growing through the sweatpants he had on and you shifted on his lap, feeling his fingers dig into your bottom. It made you grin into the kiss and your eyes flickered open as you slightly pulled back. Harry opened his eyes and looked at you before glancing down to your lips, he started reaching to kiss you again, but you slightly pulled back with a teasing smirk and he smiled.

“Please.” He whispered.

“Please what?” You questioned innocently.

“Please kiss me.” He clarified and you lowered yourself back down only to skim your nose along his before kissing the corner of his mouth and he chuckled as he dug his fingers further into your bottom, “Please.” He requested again. It was making you excited, hearing him beg for you, “Please, baby.” He whispered.

  The impatience in his eyes was feeding a part of you that had been starved for so long. Your eyes were swimming with a dark need and every part of you just wanted to blow his mind and have him so horny and needy for you that he kept begging and begging for more of you. You wanted him to keep thinking about you nonstop, you wanted to make him feel so fucking good. Take such good care of him like he always did to you. You grabbed the side of his face gently with your right hand and he leaned into your touch as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Look at me.” You whispered and his eyes slowly blinked open to meet yours. They were also dark with lust and glanced down to your mouth again. You ground yourself against his clothed erection and you smirked as his eyes fluttered closed as a deep groan rumbled through him. “Gonna take such good care of you, Harry. I’m gonna make you feel so good, just how you make me feel good.” You whispered.

[rafesangelita]

can i request a [🍪] chocolate chip cookie, for “bed chem” by sabrina carpenter

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦

pairing: soft!dom!rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader

summary: ❝how you talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things. that’s bed chem.❞ — rafe loves coming home to his girl.

warnings: sooo much dirty talk, lots of praise, grinding (?), unprotected sex, brief mention of reader having a size kink, multiple orgasms, love biting, yk rafe has to talk you through it ;)

word count: 1.0k

a/n: me realizing this is the first explicit piece i write with rafe and kook!sweetheart!reader :0

“fuck, just look at you..” rafe had you laid out on your bed, his lips whispering sweet nothings against your skin. “so fucking beautiful, ‘always ready for me to take you when i get home.” he ran his large hands up your bare thighs, his cock stirring in his briefs. you took your bottom lip between your teeth, his rough palms a stark contrast to your soft flesh. “this is all i think about when we’re apart.” you gasped when he spread your legs open, his eyes darkening at the sight of your glossy folds. “you’re already wet just thinking about it, huh?” you nodded, meeting his lust filled gaze.

“you’re so passive with me, baby, i love that. ‘love when i walk in here and you give me those ‘fuck me’ eyes.” he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your jaw as his hand trailed down to where you needed him most. you couldn’t help the moan slipping past your lips when the pads of his fingers found your needy clit, all of his attention zeroing in on the way you melted into his touch. “coming home to you like this.. fuck this is all i’ll ever need.” you swore you could cum from his words alone. cupping his face, you pulled him down to meet your lips. like always, he tasted like a little bit of liquor with a hint of mint.

“please, rafe..” you weren’t exactly sure what you were begging for, but since rafe always called the shots, you let him decide where this was going to go. you watched as he took himself out of his boxers, a shaky breath emitting from your mouth. you could never get used to the mere sight of him, the size difference of you two making butterflies erupt in your tummy every single time. rafe laid down, pulling you on top of him as his cock sprang up against his stomach. “grind on me, pretty girl, you know how i like it.” his hands rested in the curves of your hips as you dragged your soaked cunt up and down the underside of his length.

rafe groaned, his head falling back against your pillows as your sensitive bundle of nerves glided on top of his cock with ease. “shit,” he said through gritted teeth, “you’re doing so good for me, doll face.” you whimpered, feeling empty while fighting the urge to sink onto him. “wanna feel you inside me, ray..” your nails dug into the skin of his toned chest, your boyfriend’s mouth falling open in a silent moan. “not yet, baby, let’s go slow, ‘promise i’ll be fucking you into oblivion very soon.” your cheeks heated, muttering a pathetic ‘okay..’ before continuing your ministrations.

rafe was in absolute awe watching the way you moved on top of him, those little sounds falling from your swollen lips as you panted and whined from not being filled up. you jolted with every swipe of your clit against the head of his cock. rafe knew how sensitive you were, how it never took much to have you making a mess on him in no time. that fact turned him on more than anything else he could think of. adjusting the grip he had on your hips, you let out a yelp when he started dragging you up and down his cock himself. “i want that pussy greedy and sucking me in when i flip you over.”

you shuddered, feeling the familiar heat start to boil until rafe brought it to the surface. rafe thought you looked the prettiest when you were cumming, your expression ingrained in his brain forever. “oh, my g- fuck, rafe!” he knew it was good when you cursed out loud, your body trembling and shaking as your high washed over you. rafe pulled you into his chest, peppering your face with kisses until you were nothing but jelly in his arms. without giving you any time to recover, rafe pushed your face into the pillows, snaking an arm underneath your waist before thrusting into you without warning.

thankfully your scream was muffled, your fingers digging into the sheets for dear life. rafe’s skin was flushed to your own, the weight of him on your back making you mewl. “so fucking tight, holy shit.” he kissed the spot behind your ear, his arms enveloping yours. you intertwined your fingers with his as he thrusted into you, stretching you so deliciously. you moaned, the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix made you clench around him. arching into his thrusts, he rested his head in the curve of your neck. “you’re so fucking perfect, ‘taking it so good.” rafe bit your earlobe, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

you nearly lost it when he angled his hips, the thick head of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars. “oh!” you gasped, your face contorting into one of pleasure. “i know baby, fuckin’ hell, i know.” he shuddered, feeling the start of his peak forming in his stomach. “gonna fill you up, ‘make you take every last drop..” he pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades before sitting up on his knees. adjusting your position so your ass was in the air, you lost all ability to form a single thought when he took your hands behind your back and plowed into you until you were crying out, begging for him to never stop.

when the band snapped, and rafe fell over the edge, he cursed against your skin, holding you still as your own orgasm hit you at the same time. he painted your walls with his cum, his hands never leaving yours. you loved squeezing around him, taking him for everything he had while his breath fanned against your skin. he stayed nestled inside you for a few minutes before pulling out with a hiss. you laid limp, your boyfriend pulling you close as he stroked the side of your face. wiping the stray tears from your cheeks, rafe admired your post-sex afterglow. “what are you thinking about?” he hummed, snapping you out of your daze.

“how you talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things.”

[pascalssbabyy]

Take A Seat

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit MDNI

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Joel’s a stubborn man. And if he wants you to just sit on his cock, then so be it.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT mdni, no use of Y/N, no plot (just pure filth ayyy), no age mentioned, pet names, P in V, orgasm denial, reader rides Joel, so much cock warming, stubborn Joel, slight dom!Joel but he’s also soft 🥹, reader is very cockdrunk in this.

Hello lovelies 🥰 Here’s a quick little drabble for you guys to enjoy! This has been stuck in my head and I just had to share!😈

Also, I just want to say a massive thank you to @schnarfer for reading over this for me and for being just so bloody lovely 🤍

You have never desired anything as much as Joel in this very moment.

The burning itch in your core was teased relentlessly. It was tantalised and left with broken promises, completely drenched with overpowering want and desire. You needed that release, your orgasm being tapped so subtly and on the brink of ecstasy. Bliss that had your eyes rolling back and strained, vision clouded with white sparks and mouth fully agape, your bare skin glazed and sweaty, sticky.

You can sense that height of pleasure. You wanna reach out to it and never let go. To have it surround your body and brush across your lips, to taste it, coating the insides of your mouth and all over your tongue. It’s so so close. But once it’s about to overflow and spill, mind perfectly submerged in euphoria…it suddenly falls. Dropping to complete nothingness, to irritation.

You’re frustrated, agitated. Your frame is aching and tired from unpredictability. And how can you not be? Your climax is pushed to its very limit and then taken away just as quickly.

It’s so cruel. No, he’s cruel.

“Joel, please,” you beg, plead and whimper. Shit you’ll do anything at this point, “please, can I move.”

You don’t know how long you had been sat here, sat on him. It could be minutes or even hours, you don’t actually know anymore. You feel like all aspects of life around you and time have been removed from your head and been replaced with pained jubilance, gripping touches and Joel. You peer down at him, your bottom perched nicely and legs wide on his strong muscular thighs, his heavy cock nestled inside of you, and so fucking deep, your walls gripping his cock hard like a vice.

Joel lies down on crumpled bedding. A trail of clothes and fabrics starting from the entrance door and leading a path to your shared bedroom; a flannel hanging on the sofa, a leather belt at the bottom of the stairs and boxers resting on the foot of the bed. His natural scent fills your nostrils and it’s addictive. That hint of sweat, sandalwood and cardamom from his aftershave, his salt and pepper curls spread out on a freshly washed silk pillow, with his golden skin shining from the sun wavering through the gaps in the curtains. You glare down at his stubble, slightly overgrown and manly. Just the way you liked it. He’s overwhelmingly beautiful you think to yourself, lying below you, and all yours.

He holds your body in place while caressing you with soft and delicate strokes on your waist and hips, then dropping his touch lower to your trembling thighs. His hands move up and down and his fingers swirl in intricate patterns, writing consoling messages in your skin; just hold on for me. Only a little bit longer. Be patient sweetheart.

“Not yet baby.” He says, his words hoarse and guttural. You can discreetly hear it in his own voice, that small peak of resistance. His soft tummy clenched tightly with restraint. Like he’s holding off from either fucking himself up into you or picking you up and laying your back flat on the mattress.

He chuckles when he hears you whine, so needy. Yet Joel adores that as you still remain obedient, because you know after all of this, after all his teasing, he will soon reward you. He always does. And even in your agitated state you stay firmly sat, no movement in sight.

“Jus’ sit real still for me,” he instructs, “lemme feel you.”

Joel was always a giver. Every opportunity he’d get to worship and have you would reach its very essence. Showing his appreciation for you and providing you with anything you yearned for, allowing you whatever you wanted, whatever you needed.

But with his admiration, also came the stubbornness, that obstinate side of Joel. He wouldn’t budge if he wanted to push you a little further, to delve into something that would be oh so worth it for the both of you in the end. He liked the dominance that would come with it, to have you begging.

So, if Joel just wanted you to sit, then that’s exactly what was going to happen.

You stare down at him with a clouded vision, eyes glazed with hunger and greed. “You are Joel,” you breath out in weakened huffs, “you are feeling me.”

You lay your palms on the back of his hands that still rest at the top of your thighs and squeeze. But when he doesn’t reply you continue, impatience and desire melting into your words; “It’s jus’…,” you groan again, “god I need more.”

Joel smiles devilishly at you. Always wanting more. He watches how your legs quiver against him, fingernails digging indent marks into the thick skin of his hairy chest and anywhere you can get your hands on. He can hear your breath hitching at the back of your throat, your warm pussy pouring honey nectar all over his cock. Always making a fucking mess.

“I know darlin’, I know,” he soothes, guiding your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckle, a little reward. “But it feels good don’t it? It feels nice jus’ sitting on my cock?”

Yes, it’s feels fucking incredible, you feel so full. But it’s not enough. The oxygen is thick and musky around your sweltering bodies, choking and filling your lungs until you’re lightheaded and dizzy.

“Mmm,” is all your mind can muster up, mouth dry and deprived of his own kisses, that still linger on your lips from before.

His mouth crashes onto yours the moment you both enter the hallway of your apartment, targeted hands tugging and ripping on skin tight clothes and feet moving quickly to usher you upstairs. You have no idea how this lustful consequence began, but Joel was ready and eager to have you, and had no intention of wasting any more time.

Your pussy engulfs his tip and you sigh, finally. Carefully dropping your hips and inching his hard length further and further inside, eyes fluttering shut and whines of Joel Joel Joel getting caught in your throat.

This wasn’t going to be like usual; the hasty rise and fall of your cunt swallowing his cock or Joel lifting his own hips to meet your swift thrusts. No, Joel kept you still this time, motionless, immobile, composed.

“And it feels good for me too, sweet girl. Real nice feeling you like this, n’so warm.”

Joels own breathing is regular and unlabored as he licks his lips; “Bet you can feel me right here, can’t you baby,” he states, pushing down onto your lower stomach with the heel of his palm, his gesture forcing the tip of his cock even deeper and you moan loudly, fingers abandoning their position and wrapping around his wrist in surprise.

“Does she feel full with me stuffed inside her?”

Your cunt contracts around his length. His filthy fucking words. Pussy gushing more arousal down his length and pooling at the base of his cock, as it begins to drip down to his balls. Joel was always going to be a stretch for you, a soreness that you never wanted to live without, his girth reaching places that you once only imagined of.

“Y-yes Joel,” you whimper, body completely overwhelmed, “yes, you feel so…so good.”

He smiles up at you, lips curling upwards displaying his dimples, his flushed cheeks, his wet lips. His skin feels hot against you, the base of his hair becoming damp and his curls appearing more prominent, more wavy in the heat.

The longer you sit the more tired your body starts to feel. Having been sat in one place without much movement has your limbs growing faint and weaker. You balance your one leg to secure yourself and ease the pins a needles developing in the soles of your feet and you sob, your adjustment causing Joel’s cock to move inside you more, and the glimpse of relief you get has your walls tightening harder around his length.

His eyebrows knit together, fingers gripping the flesh of your hips, “christ you’re so fucking tight,” Joel grits, his teeth clamping down onto each other, gnawing together.

“Sweetheart—” Joel warns, “you’ll make me come if you keep doin’ that.”

You can’t help the way you feel. Your core’s so touch starved and needy that with just a minor pinch, your orgasm is on the brink of and almost immediate, you’re not sure if you can control it much longer.

“Jus’ sit still and relax darlin’. Take some deep breaths in for me.”

You comply, taking a long and drawn-out breath in through your nose and out through your mouth, in and out, in and out, in and out. Muscles gradually unravelling from the knotted tension engraved in them.

“There you go,” he acknowledges, his voice dragged out and sweet sounding, “y’doing so well sweetheart.”

His praises only go and push you deeper, heart pumping with eagerness and chest rising and falling. You love when he talks you through it, his worship and adoration effective.

“You like that don’t you babygirl,” Joel edges, his gaze taking in the way your face contorts with gratification, “y’like when I tell you how well you’re doin’. Doin’ just what I asked of ya.”

You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth and bite down, yes. God yes.

“That’s my girl,” he says, “feel how good that pussy’s being f’me darlin’. Taking me s’well, fucking made to have my cock inside her.”

Joel kneads and massages your breasts with his wide and calloused hands, his hard working hands. Cupping and pinching your sensitive nipples with his fingers and pulling on the nubs and releasing them until they’re stiff and alert. You want nothing more than to have him sit up and suck and lick and bite them. To mark you with his teeth and tongue, to leave purplish bruises as a remembrance.

You’re too caught up in your own fantasy of Joel that when he pushes his hips up into you so slightly you gasp, the tip of his cock prodding at your g-spot, and it’s so much better than anything in your imagination.

You can’t take this anymore, you have to move. You’ll fucking explode if your orgasm doesn’t happen soon. You need to ride him until your legs ache the next morning, until your voice is all gone from the screaming and shouting you’ve let build up, to have him fuck his cock up into you at a fast and vigorous pace.

“Joel—,” you cry, salty tears threatening to spill down the sides of your face, “please let me move. M’so close—need to come so bad.”

Joel can already tell that you’re close, and he’s adamant that if he drags his cock out in minor strokes you’ll come instantly. He can feel it wrapped all around his length, your walls hugging his cock so well. He looks down at where you’re both connected and groans at the sight.

Your cunt and the hairs on his lower region are saturated and thoroughly soaked. And Joel fucking loves it, both hands moving from your breasts and lower to the front of you pussy.

“Yeah?” Joel questions, “can you feel it baby? You close?”

“I-I can’t hold it Joel,” you admit painfully, “fuck it’s right there—”

His pupils darken to an almost black, hiding the chocolatey brown that flourished through them, and it’s dangerous. “So you’re saying if I did this…” he lifts your hood up, revealing your swollen and puffy clit to the naked air and glistening with your arousal, “if I touched you here you could come right now f’me.”

Joel inches his thumb near your clit but intentionally avoids it, his thumb moving to play with your outer lips, teasing.

“Yes,” you answer, voice high and squeaky. It’s almost embarrassing with the way the confession falls from your lips, how easy it’s been for Joel to get to this moment.

“Been so mean haven’t I sweetheart,” Joel murmurs, his voice lowers an octave. “Use your words, pretty girl. Y’want me to touch you here? Will that make you feel better?”

“Please Joel—,“ you hiss, “w-want you to touch my clit.”

Joel licks the tip of his thumb, gaze averted to your own as you watch his tongue peak out of his mouth. His eyes fall shut as he moans at the taste of your wetness, swirling his tongue and covering his finger with his saliva.

“So polite darlin’,” he says softly, “been s’good for me haven’t you. Go on, you can come baby.” Joel brings his wet thumb forward, rubbing small and tender circles on your exposed and bare clit, and your body instantly begins to jerk.

“Oh fuck, Joel m’gonna—”

Your own orgasm ripples through your body in substantial waves before you even have time to react. Spine curved and fingers gripping onto the back of Joel’s thighs. Your head drops back onto your shoulders and your mouth falls open in pleasure, Joel’s name travelling through the room as your walls spasm and convulse around his length.

“Ohhh good fucking girl,” Joel praises, his words mixed with a well pleased chuckle. It’s so intense; your vision is blurred and your ears start to ring, the sound of Joel’s voice muffled and hushed.

That’s it. Come on my cock. So fucking pretty when you let go. Go on sweetheart, use me.

Joel keeps his one hand gripped on your waist to hold you up while still keeping his thumb glued on your pulsating bundle of nerves, making sure you feel every inch of your release, observing in amazement as your body starts to slow and plummet back to reality.

Your head falls onto his broad chest and Joel’s quick to envelop you, wrapping his arms around your back and threading his fingers through your hair, heart pumping and pulse racing and collapsing in a quick bursts of adrenaline.

“S’good baby,” Joel praises in your ear, “you’re okay, I got you.”

You hum against his warm chest, still catching your breath whilst listening to the soft beating of his heart.

That’s until your thighs suddenly jolt and squirm when you feel Joel cautiously lift his hips and drop them down, easing himself in and out of you at a slow pace, holding you firm by his hands on your lower back.

“Joel…wait—“

He doesn’t stop his intentions, only thrusting his cock deeper into you, the crude sound of your pussy squelching with each glide of his thickness makes him moan, his gravelly voice vibrating the side of your cheek.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay,” he whispers.

You whimper over him, shivering hands clinging to broad shoulders. That familiar pressure building up inside you, your core becoming eager again, ready to pull you into another roaring climax.

“Be good and ride me baby,” he sighs, his nose and stubble itching the side of your face and inhaling your scent, “y’wanna make me feel good now, don’t you?”

You find the energy to look at his face. And behind his smugness you can see a slight pained look. You bring your lips down to his for the first time since you’d both entered your shared bedroom, pouring your moans into his open mouth as you start to circle your hips.

Joel smiles against your lips and you pull away, watching his features furrow with hooded eyelids, “always Joel—” you breathe out, “always wanna be good for you.”

That makes Joel groan, such a good fucking girl. His hand wraps around the back of your neck in a fixed grip with lips only inches away, his next statement coming out as an order, an instruction.

“Then show me how well this pretty pussy comes bouncing on my cock.”

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