#but idk if i have the juice to do it anymore

[raplinesmoon]

nd what if I said I had an idea for another Jin fic that's been brewing for years... years I tell you and I'm this close 🤏 to wanting to write it

[aweirdbugcreature]

Hi, i've been struggling on this assignment for 6 hours. Yes, i understand what to do. Yes, it can be done in 10 minutes. No, i haven't done it. Can you tell me 5 things you like about me, so i won't hang myself?

[starkidlabs]

Kinda sucks that I no longer have joy or whimsy in my heart

[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes my bestfriend is like an angel in disguise istg

[milfbrainrot]

I assumed all the sisters had done communion to become sisters or something but bbf seemed surprised at the memory of rain

[the-voice-of-night-vale]

n e way if ur my friend i love u if u want to talk hmu however i really need to go to sleep

[f1fantasys]

uh this is so random idk if you would write this but i have an idea so you are Lando’s roommate. one day you came home early and you heard a girl moaning from his room and immediately feel jealous but you tried to brush it off. then as the voice is getting more intense eventually you lean beside his door and can’t help to start touching yourself. you didn’t realized that you moaned too loud that makes Lando opened the door. he is shocked ofc but then start teasing you until you pushed him away because you respect his girlfriend. and it turns out… he just watching videos so no girlfriend or anything. later he decided to help you and even makes you squirt then ended up fucking you against the wall

Hi anon, i love this! Hope you enjoy.

Caught

Warnings - heavy smut, porn, kissing, p in v sex, oral f! receiving, fingering, swearing, squirting.

You moved to Monaco a few weeks ago, being a Sky presenter, meaning you always had things to film and create with drivers and teams, so naturally, it made sense to live closer to everyones' base.

You had an amazing relationship with all the drivers, and were close to a few of them as well. Of course there had to be one, who'd caught your eyes on the first day of work 3 years ago.

Lando.

You wouldn't particularly say you were as close with him as you were with Charles and Carlos, but whenever you were together there was an undeniable sexual tension. Though you both would always brush it off and act like nothing was wrong.

Things were pretty normal between the pair of you until you'd arrived in Monaco, with your landlord telling you the apartment you were supposed to rent wasn't available anymore.

Long story short, Lando offered you a place to stay for as long as you needed, and you don't know how, or why, but you accepted.

So here you were two weeks later, coming home at an ungodly hour because your meeting at work ran over.

Lando's probably sleeping, you thought to yourself as it was already 12.35am when you checked the time, choosing not to make something to eat in fear of disturbing him at this time of the night.

As you walked quietly to your room, which was next to his, you heard something which froze your body still.

At first you thought your ears were deceiving you. It surely couldn't have been.

But as you willed your body to walk closer to Lando's room, you were done for.

It was moaning. Loud, sexy, goosebumps-raising moaning. There was a girl, and a guy, whom could have only been Lando.

To be honest, you had thought he'd bring random girls home much sooner than today. But still, the thought of him literally fucking a girl on the other side of the wall had your body quivering. In shock and need.

You knew you should retreat to your room, put your headphones on, and block out all of the noise. But once again, your body deceived you, wetness already pooling at your core.

You could hear them both panting through harsh breaths, moaning as if their life depended on it, and swearing as though they didn't care if the neighbors heard them, let alone you.

Somewhere at the back of your heart, it hurt, to think it was Lando with another girl, not you, but in the moment, all you could think about was how his naked body would slide against yours. You imagined his girth to be thick and long, just big enough to fit perfectly, having your walls clench around him as he moved in and out of you. You thought about how it would feel to have his lips on yours, roughly kissing you while slipping his tongue into your mouth, and about how he would pinch your nipples between his fingers before sucking on him, having you a moaning mess underneath him.

Without really realizing what you were doing, you found your hand slide into your joggers and slip past your panties, running your fingers through your folds as you collected you wet and sticky juices.

The noises coming from Lando's room were obscene to say the least. Man must know what he's doing, you thought, as you imagined it was his fingers that were dancing on your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your own moans as you pushed two fingers through your core, shutting your eyes, mind trained on listening to your surroundings.

You could hear from the girls' whimpers that she was close, saying incoherent words through gritted teeth, and when she finally hit her high, Lando must have emptied himself in her by the sounds he was making, moaning into the oblivion.

Lando's moan alone had sent you spiraling, gushing cum all over your fingers as you let out your own soft whimpers and moans, not realizing that you were actually louder than you thought.

And just as your mind caught up with just how loud you were, Lando's room door suddenly flew open, the both of you staring at each other in shock.

He was stood there wearing nothing but his boxers, hair disheveled and cheek flushed.

You quickly removed your hand form your joggers, holding both your arms behind your back as if you were hiding something, as you looked at him not knowing how to get yourself out of this situation. You wanted the ground to swallow you up.

You didn't miss how Lando's eyes darkened when you did that, and with the way your body was still riding down from the high, you held in soft quivers, opening your mouth a few times to say something though nothing came out.

''I-I, um, I-'' you started but Lando cut you off.

''What are you doing?'' he asked, not sounding one but annoyed or confrontational, but rather teasingly.

You gulped, 'nothing'' you lied, knowing your face would give you away with how hot your cheeks felt.

He smirked, let out a small chuckle. ''Enjoyed that, didn't you?'' he teased again.

''I-, fuck, I didn't mean to eavesdrop'' you mumbled shyly.

He didn't say anything back, just nodded his head with a full on boyish grin.

''I'm gonna go, let you get back to your girl'' you softly said, turning to the direction of your room.

''My-, what? My what?'' Lando asked, clear confusion on his face.

You raised your brow. ''I'll let you get back to your girl'' you said, pointing in the direction of his room, quickly hiding your hand again because your fingers were still glistening with your cum.

Finally it clicked in him. Did you really think he had a girl in there? he thought to himself. And fuck, seeing your wet fingers had him growing hard.

He chuckled again, smirking, before he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his room, shutting the door behind you and placing his hands on both sides of your face, staring into your soul.

You both stayed silent, searching each others face until soft moans filled your ears again. Your eyes grew with shock when you looked past Lando and saw his laptop on the bed, facing you, with two people fucking each other taking up the screen.

Suddenly it dawned on you. He was watching porn, not fucking anyone.

You took a deep breath again when you looked back at Lando. His gaze stern and determined. And then he did the unimaginable. He took you hand in his and brought your fingers up to his mouth, taking them in and sucking harshly on them, swallowing all your juices.

All you could do was watch with your mouth agape, pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to feel him down there.

''It wasn't me babygirl. But it can be if you want it to'' he whispered.

Your breath hitched as his hands landed on your waist and started roaming your body. Instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck, and in no time he leaned down to crash his lips to yours.

It was a feverish kiss. Hard and deep but so natural as if you'd kissed a thousand times before. Your mind went back to a few minutes ago to when you were standing outside his closed door, imagining what his lips felt like, and now you could confirm it was a hundred times better, a hundred times sexier, as he slid his tongue into your mouth and memorized every inch of it.

Your hands ran through his hair multiple times before lowering down to roam his back and taunt core muscles, instantly feeling your self aroused again at how hard his muscles were to the touch. It was something you found extremely sexy.

As Lando's own hands continued to dance around your body, he let one slip through your joggers, landing instantly on your core which had you jumping in his hold.

''Gonna take care of you baby'' he said before leaving wet kisses along your neck as his calloused fingers twirled their way through your slick folds.

You moaned out as he began to nip and bite at your neck, no coherent words forming in your mind. All you knew was how good he felt.

''So wet for me, yeah?'' he asked.

''Uh huh'' you replied, shutting your eyes as he let a finger push through you entrance.

You held your breath as he pumped it in and out with ease because of how wet you were.

''Fucking hell, you're so tight'' he said through gritted teeth, using his other hand to get past your tshirt and massage your boobs.

''Been a while'' you said, though immediately regretted it because he did not need to know that.

Suddenly he pulled back and looked at you. ''No'' he states.

''Yes'' you say back.

''How long?''

Does it matter? you thought to yourself.

''I don't know, like 3 month'' you said, not knowing how he would respond.

''Fuck'' he said, before sending you a wink.

''Gonna destroy you'' he said, mumbling it more to himself.

He quickly pulled your tshirt off of you before ripping your bra off, licking his lips at the sight of your perky boobs, nipples already stiff from the cool air.

He took way too long staring at them, and only when you whined did he snap out of his trance and sink down on on his knees, pulling your joggers down at the same time.

You mentally thanked yourself for shaving this morning as you looked down to see Lando licking his lips, before leaning down and licking a strip up your cunt.

You instinctively tried to close you legs around his head through he held them open with his strong hands, and you could do nothing but let your own hands latch onto his precious hair and pull it at.

He was devouring your pussy. Licking, sucking, soothing, nipping, doing everything possible to make you feel every emotion.

''Fuck Lando'' you hissed as he quickly found your clit, biting at it harshly before pulling back and blowing some cool air on it.

He returned his fingers and slid two in, hitching your breath in the process as he let his mouth back on as well, showing you no mercy with a relentless pace.

All you could do was let out a series of moans and bated breaths as you held onto him for dear life, feeling the warmth build up in your stomach.

''Gonna cum Lan'' you said.

He pulled back for a second, ''let me taste you again'' he said, before returning to his activities.

In no time your body was shuddering above hi, your orgasm letting you reach the best high as you gushed your fluids all over his face and fingers.

Lando groaned to himself when he go the first taste of you. Warm and milky with a salty aftertaste that had him grow extremely hard with the mix of hearing and feeling you.

He finally pulled back for a few seconds, letting your body calm down.

He looked at you with soft eyes. ''So fucking delicious baby'' he murmured.

Before you could even respond he was spreading your legs apart again, as far as he could as he ran his tongue through your fold again. Then he used to fingers to pry your pussy open, leaning forward and thrusting his tongue in and out of your core.

Once again you pulled at his hair, body like jelly though he was strong enough to hold you in position as his tongue did wonders to you.

''Hmm, not gonna last long, fuck, Lando please'' you begged.

Suddenly his tongue was being replaced with his fingers again, three this time, which stretched you out, making you gasp for air.

You could feel your next orgasm building up, and just when Lando curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, your body was in a state of bliss. You didn't even know that your cunt was squirting out juices, drenching Lando's face as he smiled wickedly at the mess he's made of you.

''I-fuck Lando!'' you all but screamed, watching as he started licking at every place you gushed over.

You tried to get out of his hold so you could bolt to you room, so embarrassed that you made such a mess on him. ''Lando, let me -I''m so sorry, fuck'' you mumbled.

But he stopped you in your tracks.

''Don't. That was so fucking amazing, fuck I''m so hard'' he said, quickly standing up again and roughly pulling you into a heated kiss, while still holding your body up. You were sure you'd be on the floor by now if he wasn't.

As his face was pressed your yours you could feel the slickness and stickiness rubbing off on to you as he continued to roughly make out with you, sucking on your tongue, probably drawing blood with how intense it was.

When Lando' hands reached down and massaged your ass, giving you a few gentle slaps, you snaked your own hand down and slipped through his joggers, taking his achingly thick girth and pumping him a few times.

When you felt how big he was, you were internally screaming. How the hell is he gonna fit, you thought.

He must have sensed your hesitation because without realizing, your movements with your hands and mouth were faltering.

''Gonna be ok baby, we'll make it work'' he said, pulling back and giving you reassuring eyes.

You just nodded your head and pulled him flush against you again, working on removing his boxers completely.

Once that was done, Lando took himself in his hands and raan his angry dick through your folds multiple times before groaning and pulling back.

''Shit'' he said.

You gave him a confused look, suddenly feeling exposed because why else would he pull away if this was something he didn't want?

''Don't have a fucking condom'' he sighed.

You let out a breath and chuckled. ''Top right drawer of my dresser'' you said confidently.

Lando was quick to shoot out of his room and not a minute later he was walking back in, pumping himself as he ripped the condom wrapper open with his teeth before sliding it on himself. It was tight, anyone would be able to see that with how bigger than average he was. But for now, it would do the job, hopefully.

You watched on in anticipation, really took you time to gawk him up and down and you couldn't help but feel the blood rushing down to your core. He was so fucking hot, and right now you wanted him to ruin you. Use you as he pleased, because god you were putty in his hands right now.

Once he was done putting the condom on, he looked at you and gave you a cheeky smile, as if he was proud of his efforts.

That lasted all but a few seconds because the smile was quickly replaced by a dark lust in his eyes.

As eager as you were to finally have him in ways you'd only dreamed about until now, there was still a part of you that was nervous as hell because, one, he was thick, very thick, and two, this would change everything, and you only hoped it would be for the better.

Lando cupped your face again and gave your forehead a quick peck, as if he could see the wheels turning in your mind.

''Baby'' he whispered, as he lined his dick up at your entrance.

You nodded, and he let himself slide in, all the way in with a single thrust.

You held your breath and shut your eyes, nails digging into his biceps as Lando left little pecks all over your shoulders.

The stretch was blood sore, but as he pulled out and thrust back in again, the pleasure started to take over the pain.

He was going slow, allowing your body to get used to the intrusion as he hiked one of your legs up to his hip and held it in place.

He continued at a slow pace for a few more thrusts before you told him it was okay to go faster.

Now, Lando was relentless, fucking into you continuously as all you did was bite you lower lip as hard as you good, whimpers and broken breaths leaving your mouth.

Lando himself was letting out moans, praising you through gritted teeth.

''Fuck y/n, so fucking tight but taking me so well. Shit. Never felt this good before. Fuck me you're incredible''

You won't lie. Hearing his praise you like that was turning you on even more, though it seemed impossible at this point. But just listening to his hoarse voice had your body trembling in his arms.

''Lando, gonna cum. Fuck'' you breathed out, moans getting louder by the second as he was burying himself deep inside of you.

''Do it'' he mumbled as he caught your left nipple between his teeth and bit down harshly at it.

''Fuck too much'' you squealed. You could feel him smile against you as he soothed his tongue over and blew on it to relieve it.

Lando snaked his hand down to your clit, he had barely touched it and you felt your orgasm over come you, your body shaking violently in his arms as you gushed warm sticky juice all over his cock, having him groaning at ''how fucking sexy'' you are.

He gave you no time to come down from you high, immediately pulling out and turning your body around so your back was to him.

You just about fumbled as you quickly reached your hand down and pulled the condom off, desperate to feel him. His eyes grew wide but all you did was send him a wink as you heard him mutter a few swear words to himself.

You grabbed his dick again and positioned it against you again, before Lando rammed himself into you, the new position having him go even deeper than he was before, making it feel a thousand times better without the condom.

''Fuck me, Lando, fuck'' you moaned, probably the most pornographic noises you'd ever made before.

''I am fucking you baby. And you're taking me so well. Never felt so fucking good before'' he said, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

The pace was raw, unfiltered, as if you were both starved of each other. Lando's hands were surely leaving purple marks on your hips how hard he was pressing down on you, and his cock was surely bruising your insides as he relentlessly thrust in and out of you until you were a moaning mess again, body shuddering in the wake of another orgasm ripping through you.

''Fuck, i'm gonna cum. Where?'' he impatiently asked.

''In me, fuck, please'' you begged.

Within seconds Lando emptied his milky load into you, ropes of it already leaking out and down your thigh as he slowly decreased his pace to ride you both through, both your bodies shaking and overstimulated, high of adrenaline.

Lando leaned forward onto you, squeezing you between his body and the door as your mind tried to catch up to what just happened.

His head was in your neck, and you could feel his curls sticky with sweat as his cool breath left goosebumps on your skin due to the chill of your own sweat.

Neither of you said anything for a while, just basking in each others bodies as you tried to catch your breath.

You could feel Lando softening inside of you as he started leaving wet kisses along your shoulders and back.

His hand found yours, and you both hissed as he slowly pulled out, turning your body back to face him.

He gave you a sheepish smile, cheeks flushed as you bit down on your bottom lip, not knowing what was gonna come next.

Lando tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

''You're so fucking amazing y/n, and I've waited way too fucking long to do this''

''We...waited too long to that'' you said, emphasizing on the ''we''

Suddenly you saw Lando getting to his knees again, and as much as you couldn't wait fro more from him, you were fucking sore.

''Lan, too much'' you whispered, latching onto his hair.

''I know'' he said softly as he let his tongue run through your folds, collecting the mixture of cum before he got back up and pryed your mouth open.

You held your breath as he let the cum drip from his mouth down to yours before giving you a feverish, toe curling kiss, the both of you moaning at the taste of each other.

A few minutes later, and Lando, being the gentleman he is, cleaned you up and pulled you into his bed, your body curling at his side.

''So...goes without saying, but be my girlfriend? I mean, you're already living with me..and I've already made you squirt'' he smirked

You felt your cheeks flush, ''Ug Lando!'' you couldn't help but try to hide your face until he pulled your body to lay on top of his.

''And it was the hottest thing I've ever seen'' he said, smiling genuinely.

''Yes'' you said softly.

''Yeah?'' he asked, eyes growing wide and full of excitement.

''Yeah'' you said, leaning down to kiss him for the hundredth time today, feeling his hands on your ass giving you a few playful smacks.

Hope y’all enjoyed this! Please do leave comments and remember requests are always open xx

[xythlia]

so my insomnia has gotten really really bad I feel like im going actually insane idk what to do bc nobody is calling me back about my meds & it's been two weeks dealing w this but I really feel like a liminal space creature & like im not real

[goober8000]

Miguel making you cry from overstim.

Idk what I’m thinking but I js had to ask👀

miguel has had his head between your legs licking, sucking, biting for what seemed like hours.

your thighs are covered in hickies and bite marks from him. they shake as he pulls another orgasm out of you.

and he’s being sloppy.

so sloppy.

miguel’s face is shining in your juices mixed with his saliva. it’s all over your thighs and dripping down on the bed sheets but neither of you care.

your body is buzzing with overstimulation. the overwhelming feeling of miguel’s hot mouth sucking on your nub causes your thighs to shake around his head.

he’s in heaven. he’s not even doing it for your pleasure anymore, it’s more for his own. he didn’t even notice as tears began to run down the sides of your face. tasting your pretty cunt while listening to your moans had him reaching nirvana.

miguel hadn’t touched himself once the entire night but he was already so close.

it was too much for you. you felt like you were going to die if you came one more time but he was begging you so nicely, he needed you to cum in his mouth just one more time.

he rutted onto the sheets speeding up his movements lapping at your pussy.

just one more, cariño.. please? just one more? i need to taste you..

he was so desperate. just needing to taste you one last time before cumming in his pants.

whining, you push you cunt closer to his face. the friction was perfect, you saw white as your body tensed. you thighs trapping miguel in between them as your high washed over you.

the taste of your orgasm on miguel’s tounge caused him to groan into you. the vibration making you flinch at the over sensitivity.

his hips stuttered and his dick twitched as he spilled his hot cum into his boxers. his orgasm leaving him breathless.

miguel looked wrecked when he lifted his head. his hair was tousled from you tugging on it and the lower half of his face was shining with slick. you couldn’t have looked any better than he did; your hair was messy and your cheeks were tear-stained.

he didn’t care.

he was love-sick looking at you with a stupid grin on his face.

alt vrs 2

[tkbrokkoli]

look at my tags boy

[cheolieji]

Roomates - Choi Seungcheol

pairings: idol!scoups x idol!reader

reader has boobs and vag

warnings/genre: smut, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food!!, swearing, pet names, fluff

the sex part is lowkey short cause idk

fuck was said at least 1000 times😨

you are Svts 14th member and have been roommates with seungcheol for a few months now. Nothing has happened yet, but who knows what could happen when two people who like each other drinks together.

mdni!!

don't like, don't read

a/n note: this is my first time writing on tumblr and first time writing in a few years + english isn't my first language so if there's any grammar/any type of mistakes don't be shy to point it out :)

updated a/n: This was a draft from Oct, so, no, It's not my first time writing on tumblr (not anymore). i deleted the previous draft and rewrote the whole thing, lmaoo

my brain stopped working when it went down to the actual smut omg

wanted it to be longer but im lazy

after a long day of shooting content, you and the members were exhausted. some went home, while some went out to eat, but you decided going home was the best idea. and so did seungcheol. and of course, you're going home with him, i mean, who else? you literally live with him

you two were approaching his car as he sped up a little to open the car door for you. You find his speed walking cute. "Thank you! Cheol, " "Of course, go ahead, watch your head"

as he's getting the car started, you asked, "cheol, do you wanna get something to eat before we go home? and maybe some drinks, too?" "Yeah, why not, we haven't drank together in a while, " says as he's putting his seatbelt on

after he bought the food and drinks (he went in to buy them while you were waiting in the car) you arrived home

taking your jackets off and hanging it on the rack, you sighed. "It's been such a long day, ughh i need a drink." "go wash your makeup off. I'll get the table ready.." "fineee"

felling refreshed, you went to help him set the table up. "we bought a lot of food, are we gonna finish it?" "i will, " he says, giving you a goofy smile

after a few shots, you were already tipsy. seungcheol is still completely fine. He's just admiring how you look while you're drunk

cheeks flushed, lips wet from the drink, and those eyes you give him.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" "No reason im just admiring your face." "Why admire from afar when you can come here? " you said, completely aware of what you're saying

"You come here." You walked over to him both hand on his shoulder while straddling his lap. he has his hands on your ass. "So? are you admiring me better now that im this close?" "So much better, babe"

leaning down to kiss him. it starts slow. Now he has his tongue down your throat with his hands roaming your body. and you're literally grinding on him. breathless, you let out a small moan. that led him to his edge. he picks you up while still kissing the hell out of you, walking to his room and almost tripping over a bag. putting you on the bed as he strips down, leaving his boxers on. you barely had anything on, so you just took your tank top and shorts off

you can see how big he is, even with his boxers on

he goes in for another rough kiss before putting his finger on the wet patch on your panties, sliding it off you. his big and long fingers doing circles on your clit "fuckk-" he pushes them in slowly before pumping your wet juicy cunt, it's so quiet the only thing that can be heard is your moans and the sound of your pussy. it's like music to his ears

"fuck me cheol.." "beg for it" as he's going faster with his hands "fuck.. ahh please–fuck me baby i need you so bad" he stops in his track, licking your juices off his fingers "shit babe you taste so good"

taking his boxers off and pushing your legs back to your chest. fuck his dick is big. "Can i put it in, baby?" "fuck yeah, just do it already please" he enters slowly "fuuck, you're so tight" resting a bit before moving, low grunts can be heard from him

"shit-ahh harder." he goes harder, balls slapping against your pussy "fuck you're so big" hearing that made his ego rise a little, he grabs your legs as he goes harder and faster than before "fuckkk ahh yeaaa" in overwhelming pleasure you scratched his back without realising "shit im sorry" "no, keep going" kissing you roughly before moving to your neck giving you hickeys

"Ah, 'm gonna cum-" "Yeah? cum for me baby" getting sloppy with each thrust. reaching your high he continues fucking into you for a little bit more before plopping next to you and kissing you on the cheek

he moved to cuddle you as if he didn't just ruin your insides a second ago, "you okay, babe? need anything? water? snacks?" "im okay baby, maybe later, " you said, hugging him in your arms

this is lowkey bad but who gives a fuck i don't get paid lmao

[da3h0lovr]

Mine.

Nsfw under the cut!!

MDNI

A/N: My bae Myung-gi needs some more recognition!!!! Soo.. here's a smut about him🤭

Pairing(s?): Lee Myung-gi x F!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Slight choking, reverse cowgirl, brief degrading, PiV unprotected (wrap ur willy!!!), Cumming inside, mentions of breeding, slightly public sex (js a guard outside), overstimulation, fingering, squirting.

WC: eh idk, it's kinda short

Myung-gi had a hand on your throat, the other on your waist, holding you still as he thrusted up into your tight heat.

"Fuuuck.." he moans out, his noises breathy. The squelching noises eliciting each time he re-entered you only made him closer to a release. "You think I'd let you just talk to Thanos like that? What are you, huh?" He growls into your ear, grunting in between a few words.

"Y-yours.. I'm yours" You whine, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. "That's fuckin' right. Mine." He says, breathing heavily and going even harder. "Now start acting like it." He says, letting out an almost animalistic noise as his cock twitches violently inside your pulsating heat.

His grip on your neck tightens slightly, and his thrusts slowly become sloppy. "Gonna let me cum in this little pussy, yeah?" He asks, knowing he's about to burst since his balls have tightened. "Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes" you babble, drool ever so slightly coming out of the corners of your mouth from how good he's giving it to you.

He thrusts up inside you a few more times before spilling his hot seed inside, letting out a loud groan, not caring that the guard has probably already caught on to what yall are doing. "God yes.. gonna breed you so well" he breathes out, his cock fully inside you, his hips slightly going up and down to fuck his cum inside you reaaaal good.

"So good.." You whimper, hands laid flat against the bathroom stall walls as you press hard. You had already came twice, unable to give him anymore, but he continues to overstimulate you. He slips his cock out of you, immediately shoving two fingers in.

He pumps his fingers inside you, and you can feel a liquid rush through your body. "Myun- angh.." you try to speak, but the mix of pain and pleasure is just too much. He knows exactly what's to come, so he doubles his efforts.

After he pumps his fingers a few more times, your juices come out at a harsh speed, squirting all over his fingers, getting some onto the floor. "There it is.." He says, pulling his fingers out with a sigh. He lifts his fingers to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean.

"Have you learned?" He asks, and you grow confused, your eyebrows furrow as you breath heavily, chest heaving from the intense pleasure you just endured. "Learned what..?" You ask, your voice shy and quiet. He stays silent for a moment, you can't see him, but you can feel his stare on you. "To not speak to any other man so flirtatiously." He says, and you wanted to argue, to say you never flirted. But you simply nod, wanting to just go back to the large dormitory and sleep.

"That's my good girl right there" he mutters in your ear, you can basically hear the smile in his voice. He slides you off of him, putting his clothes back on before helping you back into yours. He cleans up the small puddle on the floor before heading back to the dormitory, holding you in his arms to help you walk.

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Sorry for not posting yesterday T . T , I got so busy and had no time to write. I have alot of requests right now so pleaseeee bare with me! I'm trying my best🙁

[gigisdoll]

WHAT IF I SAY WONY BEIN OBSESSED WITH EATING YOU OUT, WHAT ARE YALL GON' DO ABOUT IT- I'm lowk goin cray cray rn so :3 here ya go very small wony thoughts :p

Cw: accidental overstimming, somnophillia lllololololo, dacryphillia, finger sucking, throat fucking? Idk with fingers ig guys, anal training... Who said that

I guarantee wony WILLL get pussy drunk very often, it's not her fault you taste so delicious on her tongue! Like it's always accidental when she overstimulates you, ignoring the large wet spot on her panties just cause your pussy juices just have a flavor she's never tasted before and now she's addicted to it😞

She always ignores her own desires just because she wants to eat you out so bad, and the horniness down in her princess parts feels almost painful but she'd rather savor the essence of you on her tongue.

And she's so skilled at it too?? Her tongue switches from licking, sucking and flicking your clit sometimes tongue fucking you while her thumb rubs your sensitive bud 😵‍💫 or her long slender fingers go in and out of your overstimulated hole too fast to calculate to the point moans aren't even coming out anymore and it's just screams of pleasure or whines, n your eyes roll back to your skull nd drool dropped down to your tits cause wony has been going at it for like hours atp

She always gets too carried away too like she starts early morning and ends at sunset 😵‍💫 she's just obsessed how she can make you fall apart, obsessed with how her name sounds along with a drawn out whine coming from your lips, the way your cunt twitches in her mouth, the way your face looks so red n tear stained when she's finished nd you look so cute with tears streaming down your face cause of the pleasure , the praises, the little 'thank you's' and 'please's' you'd let out or when you say 's too much' or 'feels to good' just boosts her ego even moree.

Sometimes she just greets you with her eating your delicious pussy (in her words) in the morning as a gift for you being such a good girl for the past week :3 UGHUHH she looks at you with cute lil eyes sayin smth like 'am I doing good?' Or 'say I'm doing good.' Even though she knows she is she js wants to hear it from your mouth. She loves hearing your whines and whimpers for her to stop but you would've stopped her by now if you wanted her to stop anyway.

She'd make you suck her fingers with your slick on them because she wants you to taste yourself, fucking your throat with her long fingers cause she likes hearing you gag with her digits in your mouth. Feeling her finger tips hit the back of your throat as tears welled in your eyes while she said that you were doing sooo good and taking her sooooo well. GRGEHAHDG then she uses the spit from her fingers to train your tighter hole... WHAT WHO SAID THAT, she eats your pussy while she preps your ass for her cock with her fingers- what... I wonder who wld even say that-

[angel-of-the-moons]

A Benevolent Hand

Khonshu x Fem!Moon Knight!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, masturbation (Fem), fingering, dirty talking, degradation(?), Khonshu wants to actually fuck you but won't admit it because he's a prideful shithead

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: did I stay up until ten last 4am to spit this shit out? Enjoy whatever horny poetry my sleep deprived brain supplies you. Be free, my horny little doves *yeets y'all into a field*

Also idk why but this gif does things to me

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It was a dull, dead night. There were no evildoers to stop, no killers to send to the sands of the Duat.

Even Badr told you to go home and rest, you deserved it after your diligent work and devotion to your god.

But, of course... "settling in" for the night wasn't something you know how to do anymore.

You've been Moon Knight for so long you weren't even sure what normal people did during quiet nights at home, anymore.

You ate, showered, exercised in the cramped space of your seedy apartment, before sitting on the couch to idly flip through channels, clicking your tongue and reminding yourself to sign up for some streaming services or pirate some stuff at the local library.

You were so bored you settled on an old corny horror film from the 80s, R-Rated and strangely enough, uncensored. But then again, adult channels were still a thing apparently, so you settled in for some cheap blood and guts, stupid busty camp counselors and a masked killer.

But of course, the sex scenes were there, as well. It didn't show anything like porn would, but the actors did a good job of "having" sex beneath the covers, their bodies flushed and sweaty as they went at it like rabbits, panting and saying things to each other in shared breaths.

They were gonna die, that's how these things went. You have sex in a horror movie, you die. The psychos from Scream got that part right about the ole cliché.

But... The way they acted with each other, playing out the part of a couple very much in love and very horny had you... bothered.

You craved that kind of intimacy. Sure, you can go out and find someone to hook up with, have a forgettable one night stand with some idiot at a bar... but it didn't have the physical closeness that was acted out on the cheap flat screen in front of you.

Being a Fist of Khonshu was often lonely life. You couldn't engage in the seeming frivolity of a relationship that was seen every day you walked down the street. No bed warmed by another body, no good morning kisses, no... love?

You shoved those melancholy feelings aside for now, deciding to focus on the throbbing heat blossoming between your legs.

You bit your lip and slid your hand down your front, slipping it beneath the waistband of your pajamas and beneath your underwear, touching the slick wetness that began to coat and soak through the fabric covering you as the movie droned on.

Your fingers slowly started circling your clit as you breathed out a hot puff of air, eyes closing momentarily as you imagined it.

You, with a man who was head over heels with you, tangled up in the sheets.

Sweaty, groping hands pawing at slick skin, tongues dancing as you kissed like you were all the two of you needed to breathe--

Your fingers began to increase their movements, gathering your sweet juices on your fingers to lubricate your clit as you circled with more need.

You dropped your head onto the back of your couch with a pathetic groan, eyes closing as you let the mental image take a better shape, using the sounds from the TV to help mold the scene for you and your faceless, imaginary lover.

You grunted and kicked off your bottoms and underwear, discarding them on the floor as you spread your legs, one foot resting on the cushion to allow better access as your other hand groped at your breast over the fabric of your threadbare tank top.

"Fuck." You cursed aloud to yourself, falling back into your fantasy as your fingers played with your wet, puffed folds.

Your lover would slowly slink down your body, his lips and tongue pressing on your skin until his mouth reached your hip bones.

He would kiss your clit before licking up your slit, his tongue teasing your entrance, tracing it before he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves at the top.

You let out a heady moan, your toes curling as you held back the urge to plunge your fingers inside of you; for now settling on focusing your attention on your twitching clit.

You roll your hips in time with your hand, sliding your hand beneath your top to squeeze your breasts and roll your nipple between your fingertips.

Your lover would lick, kiss, nip, and tease you. He would rut his nose against your clit as his tongue--

Your mental fantasy bubble popped when you felt a very large, very warm, and very real hand slide down your torso, leaving a blazing trail beneath your skin in its wake.

"I sometimes forget how often mortals have these urges." The deep, raspy voice that the hand belonged to sighed out, his tone dripping with... disappointment? Boredom?

You snatch your hand away from your core and instinctively try to close your legs, to conceal your shame as the ancient being crowded around you, the dry smell of sand and spices assaulting your nose as his heat threatened to overwhelm you as he leaned over the back of the couch.

"K-Khonshu--!" You sputter, almost gawking as his bare hand slides to replace yours, his large, thick fingers spreading your lips and gathering your wetness on his digits.

"A rather needy thing, aren't you?" His voice murmured, almost a humored huff coming from him as his thumb circled your clit, sending bolts of pleasure jolt up your spine.

You bite your lip to stifle the whimper that wanted to come out; shame blending in an intoxicating cocktail as your very ethereal and otherworldly benefactor began to pick up where you left off.

"You were being so loud a moment ago." He chastised, his fingers moving very quickly over your clit, his mind focused on how the little nub was swollen and twitched beneath his grasp.

"Don't bother concealing it from me, now, you needy little thing. You're like a cat in heat, right now." You could feel his voice rumble through your, your bones trembling and the deep baritone vibrating your clit as your hand gripped weakly at his forearm.

Your stubborn pride told you not to, not to give in, that this was probably one of the most shameful things a god could catch their follower doing, but...

Most gods wouldn't participate, now would they? Surely, they would chastise you, or walk away and leave you alone to tend to yourself.

When you didn't comply, he grunted and pulled his hand away, your dripping cunt lamenting the loss of his warm touch; hips chasing him for more.

The characters in the movie long moved past the intense love-making between the protagonists. One of them screamed as they found the dead body of one of their friends.

"Disobedient little runt. I will not give you what you want so easily, especially not if you defy me."

The threat was cold, and... oh, fuck it.

"I--I'm sorry." You whimpered, your head dropping back once more, this time hitting the stiff bicep of his other arm he used to brace himself on the couch.

"Good girl." He purred, his hand once more resuming his cruel, blissful torture.

You hiccuped and moaned, rolling your hips once more, this time into the touch of another as heat bloomed low in your belly; molten lava creeping through your veins like thick molasses.

Your chest heaved as his other arm curled around you, his hand taking the soft weight of your breast into his palm, kneading the mound of flesh and pulling your nipple in perfect synchronicity with his other.

"Oh, ffuuuh--" You panted, your body caged from behind as the ancient deity whose age was beyond counting helped you rub one out on your dingey, shitty couch in the dead of night.

You felt your womb throb, wanting desperately to have something inside--

"Poor thing." Khonshu tsk'd. "Could you not find someone--something--to satisfy you? Here you are, rutting against my hand like it is all you know how to do. Pathetic."

You moaned louder this time, arching your back at the words he spat at you. You weren't one for this kind of dirty talk... but having it come from him had your head spinning like you had just gotten off of the tilt-a-whirl on Coney Island--but in a sinfully delicious way.

"Perhaps I should have left you alone. You seemed quite consumed by your little fantasy." He mused, his thumb pressing so hard against your clit that it had you seeing stars behind your eyelids.

"What were you imagining, little dove?" He rasped lowly, the dry, smooth side of his beak sweeping against you, feeling almost cool to your blazing cheek as you leaned into it.

"A nobody? Playing house with you? Laying you down in bed and devouring you like a banquet, perhaps?"

Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he actually was.

Or maybe he did know, and was using it to merely drive you over that mind-numbing precipice you wanted so desperately to fling yourself off of?

You could never tell with him, not when he was playing his mind games.

"I... Uh--ah--" You whine.

Khonshu's fingers pull up enough to slap your clit, the sudden feeling making your body jerk against him as the sound of your went cunt was heard even over the volume of your forgotten movie.

"I am reciting rhetoric. I will talk, and you will listen." He growls, his hand sliding down, his palm grinding against your clit as his fingers toy with your fluttering entrance.

Oh, you were so close, so fucking close. If he would just--

"I don't understand how mortals can function when urges like these are so strong." He sighed boredly, as if he wasn't currently fucking you with his hand, teasing your needy hole but not giving what you were truly craving...

"You are destined for more than a pathetic little house with a yard and a garden. You were meant to carry out my will."

That irked you, deep down. Yes, you knew attaining that very thing was highly unlikely for you, but he didn't have to insult you for fantasizing about being normal.

"F-fuck you." You managed to spit out, eyes crossing as they rolled back into your skull, your voice lacking the conviction and venom you wanted it to.

"You seem to be doing just that, my dear." He tipped his head to the side in a jerking motion.

He gave you not a moment to ponder his words as he hooked a thick finger inside of you, curving upwards and pressing hard against that textured spot inside your spongy walls, making you cry out and lift your hips off of the couch

"...In a manner of speaking." He sighed, pumping his finger in and out, paying extra attention to that oh so delicious spot within you, mapping out your very insides with methodical precision, quickly finding the method to get the best reactions out of you as your walls clenched down around him.

"Look at you, so desperate that you are letting me do this to you." Khonshu mocked softly, a chuckle coming from him as his fingers plucked your nipple and his palm ground hard onto your clit.

"Do you like this? Your god giving you such special attention?"

You keened, panting hard as your orgasm began to swell, each pulsing wave battering down the shores of pride and resolve you had struggled to build over the years of serving out the will of this... god.

"Ah... You are close, are you not?" He teased you, "Let's see..."

He managed to slip another finger inside of you, a groan actually rumbling out of him. You never thought you'd heard a sound like that from him.

But then again, you never expected him to finger-fuck you in your own couch before, either.

"You're tight, little bird." He growled, his voice strained as he scissored his fingers in and out of you, shoving you forcefully to the edge of the shores of your oblivion.

"When was the last time you bedded anyone other than your own hand? Months? Years?" He huffed, pumping them in and out of you rapidly, now.

You were so close you could feel the waters of sybaritism that you could taste the very petals of a lotus on the tip of your tongue.

"No wonder you have been so testy as of late."

Almost.

So close.

Just a bit more!

He leaned over, holding you to him almost like a child clutching a beloved toy; only it was far from something so innocent as you ride his hand like your life depended on it.

Your mouth open, your tongue just barely peaking over your bottom lip as you finally dove into the warm waters, silently waiting for the petals of a lotus to fall onto the wet, writhing muscle; drowning in each drop as your orgasm dragged you out to tide, drowning you as your god dabbled with your most intimate parts in such hedonistic fashion.

You were so lost in your post-coital haze that you didn't even register his hand leaving you until his body retracted; leaving you bereft of his warmth.

You turned your head in time, your eyes bleary, blood-shot and faraway as you watched him turn, toying with the sticky wetness coating his skin.

"Don't fall into this trap again, little dove." The god of the moon tells you over his shoulder, before disappearing in a cloud of mist.

But most certainly not before you had taken notice of the prominent bulge beneath his bandages and robes...

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, est. relationship au, hurt/comfort, minor fluff but more angst?, a bit of silliness, mentions of work pressures, neck kisses, intimacy, mentions of playful biting, pretty much not beta'd or proofread (past my bedtime; written in an hour)

a/n: @kimsohn saw some of the goofiness first <3 ily (*breathes in deeply* idk what im doing guys. anyways, this belongs in the category labeled "i get yappy and sappy when im existentially exhausted")

In the dark, the clock on top of the oven screamed “3:22AM” in angry, red light. You stumbled past it, vision blurry and footsteps as quiet as you could make them against the hardwood. Your bones ached to the marrow and you could feel the blood throbbing violently in your skull; you could not sleep.

It had been three hours of tossing and turning before you completely gave up and slipped out into the kitchen. Usually, it wasn't too difficult for you to fall asleep, but alas, there would always be exceptions.

You managed to find the opened bag of tangerines on the kitchen counter, the orange, wiry mesh already torn from the last person who'd grabbed one to snack on. As your eyes grew accustomed to the dark, you dug your nail into its skin and began to peel it open.

Through your daze, you just barely registered the sound of the bedroom door opening—footsteps followed after and came closer; they weren't trying to stay quiet like you were, as there wasn't any reason to anymore. Hands patted you down from your shoulders to your arms until they could settle comfortably around your waist; his body slid flush against your back like a puzzle piece, still warm from being in bed. Hair tickled the underside of your jaw as he nestled his chin into the crook of your shoulder, the ghost of his breath fanning across your skin like a caress, relieved.

“Did I wake you?” You murmured, forcing yourself awake a little as you felt him lean more of his weight against you.

A low hum. “Bed got cold.”

The corners of your mouth tilted upward as you stuck a piece of fruit into your mouth—it was summer; the bed couldn't have been cold. Juice spilled over your tongue in a comfortingly sweet tang, and you went for another. “Sorry, love. Do you want some?” You asked, holding onto a piece of tangerine.

“Mm-mm,” Changmin hummed, shaking his head with a slight movement. You felt his arms give your body a squeeze. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice small.

You shoveled the remainder of the tangerine half into your mouth, hands reaching for another one to keep yourself busy as you chewed, then swallowed. “Tired.”

“Is it the thing?”

Just the thought of the thing—the project you were given charge of at work—made you wish the ground would swallow you up. Your hands stilled on the orange.

The project was the first you were given a manager role for, as they thought it appropriate because you came up with the idea, but it seemed to only be an excuse to overload you with every Herculean task they could think of. You were practically chained to your cubicle desk until day's end, only leaving to go to the bathroom and attend another god forsaken meeting. Where home was supposed to be for rest, you were often slumped over the dining table, stressing yourself silver.

The thought of Monday… no, you couldn't think of Monday. You'd gone so long working on this thing—how could they make you loathe an idea that you proposed?

At your lack of an answer, there came a small breath against your neck. His thumb gently rubbed your side back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide. “I'm sorry, baby. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm proud of you.”

“It does mean something,” you countered quietly, and moved one of your hands to place it over his that rested over your stomach. “I'm just—I hate it here sometimes.”

The two of you seemed to sigh at once, your chests raising up then deflating in tandem. It made the knots in your shoulders loosen for just a moment, and you could release some of the strain keeping you tight and awake.

“One more,” he coaxed lowly. “In—”

You both slowly pulled air up through your nose to fill the caverns in your chests.

“—Out.”

As all things came and went, so too did this breath.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing something sweet against your throat.

You were too tired to cry, but you might have just then. Sometimes it was just a project, but other times it was everything to you. It was born from your two hands, your brains, your back, your bones. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears had seeped into every proposal and presentation, but you could never tell if it was enough. Would it ever be enough?

Changmin's head shifted as you snuck another piece of orange past your lips. “Remember,” he said, “when we were in college, and I let you text girls on my Hinge?”

Your mouth sweetened into a smile at the memory. “It was only because I let you text the guy who'd given me his number.”

“He was so lame—he clearly just wanted you to go see that new Stephen King movie so he could hold your hand.” You could feel him roll his eyes in the dark, though his voice remained syrupy with sleep.

You held back a snort. “That's the point, hon. If I remember correctly, the pick-up lines I used on those girls actually worked.”

“Crazy.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You chewed on the next piece of fruit, swallowing it down before speaking again. “At least one of us has game.”

You felt the light pressure of his teeth against your shoulder, and you let out a surprised laugh. You didn't jerk away though—awfully used to your partner's strange language of affection—but you did push back against his forehead in lighthearted reprimand. “We talked about the biting.”

“Yeah, and you said you liked it.”

It was a good thing you didn't have fruit in your mouth. You warmed the slice of orange in your palm as you let the heat leave your cheeks and your neck. He could undoubtedly feel how flushed you were, and he seemed to preen at it.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly, and the smile on his lips molded against your skin as he left a kiss behind your ear. He nuzzled his nose there, too, fingers dancing along your side.

“I love you,” he said next. These words were quiet again. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You knew he meant the state he found you in—hunched over in the dark, eyes glazed over, and dread thrashing in your ears to fill the silence. The laughter that lit up your face just now had been his doing, his attempt at easing all of that burden.

You laid your head against his. “I love you, too.” You hated feeling this way, but some things had to be done. You had to see this one through, and you would.

“Don't run yourself ragged for this,” he said, as if reading your mind. “Can't let you lose yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickled, your vision going blurry again. Your chewing slowed and you finished the last of the orange in your hands to clear the way for him to grab your fingers to intertwine them with his. He rocked your bodies slowly, dreamily—he was the gentle swaying of the waves beneath the raft you laid upon—and he was keeping you above water.

“Senior year of high school—” a miniscule break in his own voice, “—when college decisions came out… you didn't speak for so long, didn't eat. It was so quiet, and I—I didn't know how to help you.” Back then, the two of you were only labeled as best friends; you still hadn't decided if what you had back then was what you had now, but it was love in some form of the word and feeling. You supposed in every phase of knowing Ji Changmin, what you felt for him was love. “Can I help you now, please? How can I help you?”

You sucked in a breath and it came out trembling. “I'm just tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Just—that’s all. Just be here with me.”

You could feel his slight nod that turned into a tuck into your shoulder. Your pulse fluttered beneath the brush of his lips, his hands tightening around you. (I'm not going anywhere, not without you.)

In a night quickly dissolving into daylight, he held you and held you and held you.

tbz m.list

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[ranpazz]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.

cw: fem!reader, food play, aphrodisiacs, Ranpo is a little mean, cunnilingous, slight fingering, nipple play, throat-fucking, A little degradation, praise kink (Ranpo), multiple rounds implied(i got lazy), not proofread, etc.. —HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SWEET BOY. (I didn't make this last minute idk what ur saying.)

Having a boyfriend who's childish is one thing, but when it's his birthday and he demands to be spoiled rotten is a whole different issue. You've been tending to his every need out of your own volition, feeding him, carrying him, and spoiling him whenever he desired. Now, you were a patient woman, especially with your boyfriend, but you think he was going a bit overboard with demands.

Moreover, you believed it was becoming somewhat unfair with how much Ranpo was bossing you around. This was nothing new, but the sheer amount of demands flying out of his mouth became enough. Which is exactly why you decided to take matters into your own hands. Since he enjoys having you feed him so much, you chose to give him aphrodisiac chocolates. A part of you believed he would see right through it, yet he didn't reject nor show any signs of knowing about the sweets. But you knew better.

Which, inevitably so, leads you to now. And for once, he wasn't lazy about something. The birthday boy himself was on his knees, stuffing his face between your legs out of desperation for some sort of relief— which he was denied of. "Mmpffh– you're doing so good… about time, Ranpo." The noirnette in question whined, flicking his tongue repeatedly over your clit before dipping back into your hole.

"Fuck– good boy… -" You breathed out. Meanwhile, Ranpo keened from your praise, using your words as another reason to pull yet another orgasm from you— and perhaps more praise. He kept your legs spread, brows furrowed as he stuffed his face impossibly further into your sweet pussy.

"Feels s'good, keep going- shit. M'gonna cum-" You whined, and just when you thought the pleasure couldn't get anymore overwhelming, Ranpo decided to slip two fingers inside your sopping cunt. He immediately found that gummy spot inside of you, curling his fingers with precision. Your jaw fell slack, moans spilling from your mouth faster than you can register them.

"Fuck! Cumming, Ranpo!" And not even a full second later, you felt the rope in your tummy snap, white hot pleasure overtaking your senses as Ranpo's tongue pushed you into overstimulation as he lapped up your release like a starved man. It became too much, resulting in you tugging him away from your sloppy pussy by his hair.

For a moment you swore you could cum again just by the look on his face. Those gorgeous green eyes were half-lidded, his hair was disheveled, your juices drenching his chin, and he was panting like a dog. Unfortunately, you didn't get to admire the moment for too long. Ranpo pushed you back onto the bed, climbing atop your body and planting himself on your waist.

"I think it's my turn to have my fun, doncha think, sweetheart?" He grinned, and you knew that smile all too well. A familiar flash of mischief, and he was definitely going to use it against you eventually. You watched as he snatched the can of whipped cream off the nightstand— the same one he was eating before you forced the man on his knees the moment you entered the bedroom.

"You're not seriously going too- Ah!" You were cut off by your own gasp, the coldness of the sweet topping enveloping your breasts. "Oh but I am. After all, I'm still the birthday boy." He grinned after he had applied a generous amount to his liking, he tossing the can aside on the mattress before he practically buried his face in your mounds.

A whine left your lips as he swirled his tongue around your areola, teasing you for the earlier treatment. The whipped cream was smeared across your chest—he was a messy eater after all. His free hand reached for your other breast, groping it before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

You couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making you feel good in such a way. As you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the noises that threatened to spill from your lips, the birthday boy wasn't having it. She pinned your wrist above for head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Tsk tsk. That's no fair is it? I moaned for you, its only natural you do the same in return."

That was your only warning before two fingers were plunged into your warmth, tearing a moan from your throat. Ranpo seemed pleased with himself, pumping his fingers inside of you before removing his slick-coated fingers from your pussy. You whined at the loss, only to be shut up once he slipped his fingers in your mouth. The first thing you noticed was that your juices weren't the only thing you're tasting.

Ranpo had dipped his fingers in the whipped cream before he forced them into your mouth. He held back a groan from the sight, waiting until his fingers were sucked clean before pulling them from your mouth. "I think you sound much better than me with your mouth shut."

He chuckled before taking your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "Ah-! Fuck, Ranpo-" You choked out, straining against his grasp on your wrists as you arched up slightly. Ranpo didn't relent, instead focusing on your other nipple as he licked your breasts clean.

"Mmhph-." That was all you got in response, him being too busy stuffing his face to give you a proper reply. The heat that pooled in your tummy was becoming hard to ignore, yet that was another story once Ranpo pulled away from your tits after what seemed like hours. "Y'know, I've been dealing with this for a while, baby. Wanna help me out?"

It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, that was until you felt something hard poke your thigh. Ranpo smirked as he released your wrists, tugging down his sweatpants just enough to reveal his hard cock. His tip was flushed an angry red, precum seeping from his slit. You were shocked to say the least, you'd never seen him this worked up before. The power of aphrodisiacs, you guessed.

He crawled forward, his cock practically taunting you as it stood against his pale stomach. It had more girth than length, a perfect mix that pleased you on multiple occasions.

"Well? Open up, pretty. M'gonna shut that filthy mouth of yours." He mused, cupping your chin with his free hand before forcing his thumb into your mouth. Once you finally parted your lips, he wasted no time in shoving his length down your throat.

"Mmffph!"

You couldn't get a word in. Literally. Your mouth was stuffed full of his dick, gagging and choking around his length. He sighed before shaking his head, reaching for the whipped cream that was once forgotten on the bed. "Were you so busy moaning like a slut to even spare some spit? I can't even move like this, baby."

The audacity of this man. He still scolded you when it was his cock in your mouth. His ego was far too high to ever come down, and you couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

He pulled out of your mouth, giving you the rare chance to breathe before spurting the whipped topping into your mouth. It was somewhat melted, but it aided the dryness in your throat. "There we go. Now stay just like that…fuck!"

He slid his cock back into your mouth, the whipped cream surrounding him and the warmth of your tongue pressing flat against a vein along his shaft drove him insane. He began thrusting into your mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat each time, causing your eyes to brim with tears.

"Haah– fuck. This is a perfect use for that…ngh pretty mouth of yours." He ranted, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing you to take more of him. You snapped out of your trance, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. Your tongue swirled around his tip, teasing his slit just how he liked. The taste of his precum lingered, the saltiness a stark contrast to the sweet flavor of the whipped cream

"Yeah, good girl– keep going just like that…damn." His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose with each thrust. It wasn't long before his grunts and whines became more breathy, a telltale he was close. You brought a hand to lightly squeeze his balls, pushing him closer towards the edge. The action tore a throaty whine from his throat, tossing his head back as he neared his climax.

"Just a little more… please, I'm so close, 'm g'nna cum-" You could feel your lungs screaming at you, desperate for the oxygen that he denied you of. After a couple more thrusts, he released his warm load down you throat to which you swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of you mouth not long after, leaving you gasping for air.

"You're so dramatic, y'know that, baby?" He teased, shifting off your trembling body and adjusting his sweatpants before leaving the room. He then returned with a glass of water— that you graciously accepted. You sat up straight, downing the water like a lifeline.

Once you finished off the liquid, you set the glass aside on the nightstand. "You're mean, Ranpo." You grumbled, pouting at the man. However, you couldn't use his own tricks against him.

"You're the mean one. Feeding me aphrodisiac chocolates knowing I can't resist snacks!" He retorted, climbing onto the bed with you before kissing your cheek. His words shocked you. So he was aware the entire time? Then how come-

"Feel grateful. The greatest detective in the world felt bad for bossing you around, so I ate your stupid candy." Despite his words being a bit egocentric and whiney, you still appreciated his little 'sacrifice' to please you. With a smile, you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him down beside you. "Thank you, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, sugar."

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"I'm still horny. Wanna another round?"

"Ranpo!"