#cunnilinctus

[bunnysfairy]

"stop fucking hovering," she growls, her short nails gripping into your thighs as she forces you down onto her mouth. "if you're gonna ride my face, ride it."

your legs shake as you try to obey, whimpering when her tongue drags against you. "pathetic," she mutters, voice muffled, "you can't even fuck my face right without falling apart."

she grips your hips tighter, grinding you against her mouth. "that's it," she taunts between licks, "be a good little mess for me."

[transalphabf]

I wanna pin you face down while you're wearing loose boxers, and lap at your cunt through the opening while you whimper and writhe in my grasp

[corralinesage]

Child of September (5/?)

Shoutout to @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 for buying the sexiest blanket in the world and giving me the inspiration for this oneshot ;) <3

18+ SMUT WARNING, MATURE

5. Payback's a bitch

“What do you think about this?” You brought a small, square card to Natasha’s nose, giving her a chance to smell the fragrance you had just sprayed on a thin piece of cardboard. 

“Darling, the perfume is for you”, she said softly, giving you a small smile. “You can choose whatever you want”, she reminded you, her brow arching at the sharp scent. The perfume she had gifted you a year ago had run out, and as much as you loved the scent, you felt like venturing out more and trying something new. 

“Yes, but I want you to like it.” You were already looking at a new bottle of perfume among the long row of them, clearly not impressed by the sample you had given to Natasha. 

“I’ll like anything you choose”, she reasoned, earning an annoyed look from you. 

“No, you won’t.” You knew for certain that Natasha was someone who appreciated a good perfume. She was by no means indifferent about smells. When you smelled good, it brought her to you like a moth to a flame. It made her cling to you in a whole different way. You could always tell the difference. 

“Fine, let me smell that one”, she relented, receiving another piece of cardboard to smell. You had been at the mall for quite some time that afternoon. Natasha had met up with you after classes to come shopping with you for some essentials that you had been meaning to get all fall. You had gotten yourself some makeup products, missing art supplies, and finally gone sniffing perfumes to find one that you could possibly take home with you. She took a shallow whiff of the next scent, not all that keen on switching up what had become your signature scent over the past year. It reminded her of how you had met and how you had made her feel at the time. She couldn’t imagine finding a new, equally good perfume, let alone a better one. She shook her head gently, her nose scrunching up in protest. “You’d smell like one of those women who have a crusty poodle.” You let out a chortle, placing the bottle back in its rightful place. So that was a no. 

“How about this?” You smelled another bottle before spraying it on a piece of cardboard. Natasha eyed the packaging warily, her judgement of the exterior predicting her verdict rather accurately. She shook her head again, her hands reaching for the jar of coffee beans on the shelf before you. 

“You won’t find a new one if you keep asking for my opinion”, she warned, breathing in the stuffy smell of stale coffee. “Nothing can top your current scent.” 

“You’re a big fan of that one, aren’t you, love?” You gave her a teasing look, Natasha rolling her eyes in good nature.  

“It holds a lot of memories.” She had a slight pout on her lips as she eyed the perfumes. 

“I told you, darling. I’m getting more of that scent as well”, you said gently, turning to the side to see her face. 

“I’m just saying. Nothing can top the one I got you.” You smiled brightly, touched by her rather obvious attachment to your scent. 

“You’re more than right.” You continued browsing through the perfumes, sniffing them one after the other, visiting the coffee jar a few times to neutralize your sense of smell before going right back to work. You went through maybe ten, maybe twenty bottles of perfume, discovering a few that you liked, but nothing that quite stood out to you. That was until you found a bit more expensive shelf of scents. Your eyes landed on a gorgeous bottle that immediately stuck out to you among the rest. It was a tall, slender bottle made out of black glass, the name written in gold cursive, a few gold accents decorating the glass. You simply had to know what it smelled like, your hands reaching for the bottle like a child reaching for a ridiculously large lollipop at a candy store. You pulled the cap off, bringing the sprayer to your nose, your eyes widening immediately. You inhaled the smell a little deeper, making sure you were truly smelling what you were smelling. Your eyes fluttered shut on their own. It was one of the most pleasant scents you had come across in a long time. You took another deep breath. It was so rich, but not too stuffy. It was perfectly balanced and exactly what you had been looking for. It felt like it was made for you. 

“I think this could be it”, you said in excitement, turning around to find Natasha. “Mmh, this smells so good. God”, you groaned, barely able to move the bottle from your nose for long enough to spray it on a piece of cardboard for Natasha. 

“Let’s see then. This one better be good, you’re starting to make noises only I should be pulling out of you.” You felt your cheeks flush with warmth at the look she gave you as she brought her nose forward to smell the scent, its depth and tones catching her by surprise in the most wonderful way imaginable. Her slightly widened eyes turned to you, an approving look forming onto her face. “Mmh, that’s… I really like that one”, she admitted in mild astonishment after having scrunched her nose to the last fifteen perfumes you had sampled. 

“Really?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out”, she mused, taking the bottle from your hand. You had a confused frown on your features when she pulled you close by your waist, her other hand tilting your chin up to bare your neck, carefully pulling back your fluffy scarf. She applied some of the perfume on your skin, the cold spray nearly making you shiver as it settled over your skin. She set the bottle down as she waited for the perfume to dry before bringing you closer, dipping her head down, her nose brushing up the side of your neck. She inhaled deeply, shivers running down your spine as goosebumps erupted over the skin of your forearms. You suddenly felt breathless, your eyelids fluttering shut as your heartbeat picked up into a rapid flutter. Her warm breath tickled your neck as her lips grazed over your skin, hands squeezing your waist, sending a spark of heat through you. She placed gentle kisses up to your ear, the sound of her breathing making your knees weak. “You smell good enough to eat”, she whispered, her hand sliding inside your long coat and over your hip to the curve of your behind, pulling you flush against her, sending a violently strong jolt of pleasure up your spine. You let out a shaky sigh, leaning into her touch, your search for a perfume completely forgotten. “This is the one”, she chuckled quietly, pulling away from you to find that specific look of lust in your eyes, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a smug smirk. 

“We’ll get a bottle of that then. What else did you need, detka?” You needed a moment to collect yourself, pushing aside the warmth that stirred between your legs from the pressure of Natasha’s hand on your ass, fingertips a little too low on your body for the public but thankfully hidden by your coat. 

“I need… um, uh… lingerie”, you mumbled a bit incoherently, Natasha’s lips stretching into a smug smirk from how affected you were. 

“Then we better change sections.” With a packaged bottle of perfume in hand, she guided you into another corner of the department store to find the extensive selection of lingerie that distracted you slightly from the ghost of Natasha’s touch that somehow seemed to linger on your buttocks. “What are you looking for?” She asked as you both browsed through the bras and underwear, Natasha eyeing some of the more casual pieces with the intention of maybe finding something for herself since she was already there. 

“A set.” 

“What kind of set?” She looked at you curiously, clearly intrigued. You merely glanced at her, going back to skimming over some blush toned lace bras on display. 

“Something with lace.” Your fingers touched the different styles of lace, studying the intricate patterns. 

“Hmm, you wouldn’t happen to need your bust measured, would you?” Natasha asked without an ounce of shame in her voice, glancing toward the fitting rooms. You turned to look at her, a sly smile finding your face. “The sizing can be tricky with this brand”, she mused innocently, shrugging her shoulders as she looked at the rack of bras before you. 

“Uh huh.” You couldn’t help but to chuckle. “We did that last time. What was my size again?”

“A nice handful.” Natasha snickered quietly into her brown scarf, her mirthful eyes lingering on you. She looked downright adorable, her red curls framing her face in the most beautiful manner, a very vivid memory of her in a similar get up on a snowy day the previous winter flashing across your mind. You needed to do a portrait of her in the snow with her comically large scarf and beautiful red curls, blushed cheeks and playful eyes. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief as you went back to looking through bras. 

“A simple set will be enough for today.” You let out a small hum as if contemplating something, your hands pulling out a soft pink bra, bringing it up in front of Natasha. She eyed you in suspicion as you clearly envisioned the piece on her body instead of your own, her stomach bubbling with warmth at the idea. She took a few steps closer to you, the hand that was holding the bra brushing against her coat. 

“And may I ask for what?” 

“You’ll see.” You gave her a small smirk. 

You came home soon after, immediately setting up your easel for a reason Natasha couldn’t quite decipher. You had no artworks due currently, nor had you really mentioned that you were going to paint upon your return home. She watched you make your favorite warm drink to sip on while you painted, but what made even less sense was the way you assembled a bunch of pillows on your bed and spread a fluffy, red blanket over them as if shaping some kind of still-life setting. She watched in curiosity as she put away all that you had acquired from the shopping trip, her eyes going back to you ever so often to see what you were doing, until you suddenly appeared beside her. You had a look in your eyes, a specific look that Natasha was more than familiar with. She knew that look of dedication, that sense of visionary aim. You had something specific on your mind. 

She observed you in mild amusement as your gaze dipped down her body, your eyes calculating but still soft and loving, admiring. Your hands came up to her waist, slowly beginning to untuck her blouse from her straight-cut trousers, the silky fabric sliding right out, your eyes coming up to meet hers. You couldn’t help the slight tug of your lips, your subtle smile rubbing immediately off on Natasha as she stood still and let you undress her piece by piece. Her shirt came off, followed by her bra, Natasha maintaining her confident stance even when you peeled off her trousers and underwear. You would never get enough of the compelling poise of her demeanor. She was so confident in her skin that undressing her had no effect on her. Where someone else might have hunched more in on themselves or tried to hide their most sensitive physical parts when exposed in such a vulnerable way, for Natasha it didn’t matter. She had nothing to be ashamed of and she knew it. You ran your fingertips over her bare abdomen where a few light scars lingered, your touch breaking her skin out in goosebumps, yet she remained unmoving, waiting for you to express your wishes. You pulled back enough to be able to reach the back of your desk chair where Natasha had placed the lingerie set you had bought for her. You grabbed it, coming back to her with a smile that was leaning more toward sensual and playful than anything else. 

“Put this on, baby.” 

“Mm, bossy”, she hummed in an equally teasing tone, matching your flirt. “I like it.” She received the lingerie set from you, keeping her eyes on you as she slowly pulled the bottom piece on, hiking the lace up her defined thighs, your eyes observing carefully how the lace hugged her hips perfectly. The effect of the bra was very similar as she put it on, fitting her breasts into the lacy cups that were just sheer enough to allow the pink of her areolas to push through. It fit her just right, bringing you one step closer to your vision. You guided her to the bed where the luscious fur blanket was spread, instructing her to lie down on it. The inside of the blanket was lined with slippery satin that felt cool to touch when it pressed up against Natasha’s bare skin. You posed her in a horizontal way, your hands fluffing up the pillows you had assembled to support her upper body. She let her body sink into the bed so you could move and adjust her limbs and hair to your liking, her curious eyes remaining on you as you fussed around her. You pushed her a little further into the pillows, making sure the different textures of the textiles were on display, the fur, the lace, the satin. You placed one of her arms closer to her head, the other resting languidly draped over her waist. Her figure was beautifully accentuated in the position, giving her lace decorated hips the opportunity to shine, the curve of her waist undeniably attractive as she lay on her side. The position made you think of an utterly luxurious nap, a giddy smile finding your face. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re perfect. Oh, my god.” You squealed quietly, girlishly, barely able to contain your excitement, a grin stretching onto Natasha’s lips. She loved seeing you in your element. It was beyond fascinating. “Wait, oh, wait.” You rushed away from her, looking through your vanity for something, soon returning with white pearls in your hand. Natasha eyed them a bit suspiciously but allowed you to drape them around her neck. “Oh, <em>oh</em>.” You looked like you were receiving physical pleasure from how beautiful she looked, Natasha laughed quietly. The pearls gave her such a royal and elegant look, reality overpowering your vision. The image was better than you could have imagined. You adjusted her curls a bit, tousling her red locks to give her a messier look, Natasha giving you a small disapproving frown because she had just styled her curls the night before. 

“Sorry, baby.” You gave her a small apologetic pout. “It’s for the greater good”, you said playfully, Natasha rolling her eyes in amusement. Your hand found her chest, cupping her breast to adjust the bra, moving one of the straps off her shoulder before gently peeling down some of the lace to make her look like she had simply fallen asleep after undressing herself from what you envisioned to be a gorgeous ball gown. “You are magnificent.” You placed a wet smooch on Natasha’s forehead before practically skipping behind your easel to begin your painting process. You were beyond ecstatic. 

You slathered an acrylic underpainting on the canvas, toning it to a more neutral value that would allow your eyes to pick up on more subtle changes in the hues and values of the paint. You paused for a moment as you waited for the thin paint layer to dry, your eyes fixed on Natasha, an enamored smile on your face as you stared at her like a freak. It made Natasha laugh, a few teasing remarks getting slung your way. You were barely patient enough to wait but you managed to push through, your hand flying to the canvas the second the acrylic paint would let you. Natasha watched you nearly vibrate in excitement as you went back and forth between her and the canvas, your paintbrush sweeping over the primed surface with such ease it was truly a joy to watch you paint. Natasha wished she could have seen the canvas, but alas she had to settle for lying in what was honestly a surprisingly comfortable position for modeling. She might have even dozed off for a moment or two during the next three hours you spent painting, the image on the canvas coming to life piece by piece to resemble the setting more and more the harder you worked. 

You tried different brush techniques to create a more texturally balanced and interesting piece, doing your very best to replicate the softness of the fur, the shine of the satin and pearls, the dewiness of her skin, the sheerness of her lace lingerie. You did your best to create a beautiful and complimentary color composition for the piece, making sure the red was deep enough, and her ivory skin delicate enough. You used crimson and ultramarine to bring depth to the red of the fur, noting where the tone was darker and where it was lighter. You studied the way the light reflected off the satin material, observed the meticulous hue shifts in the shadows on her body, spent a long amount of time figuring out how to make the lace of the underwear look as soft and as sheer as it was in real life. You did your very best to make her look peaceful in the painting, just as peaceful as she did on the bed in front of you. She was a picture of elegant beauty, one that you would keep in your apartment, in your bedroom, in your life. You would take it to your grave. It was that gorgeous. 

Natasha regained consciousness after an unidentifiable period of napping, her body immediately aware that it had stayed dutifully in its pose the entire time. The fur and the satin felt amazing against her skin, it made her want to roll around on the bed just to feel the smoothness of the fabric. She glanced at you after what felt like hours of lying, noting that you were still your busy bee self, working on the painting like you couldn’t have stopped even if the world fell at your feet. It made Natasha’s confidence skyrocket, or rather, the entire situation had been boosting her confidence from the moment you pictured that lacy bra on her at the mall. Her entire body, her mind, her heart felt so light and airy. She felt so empowered by your enthusiasm, like her physical being was getting periodical doses of confidence and power injected into her. She felt almost high from the sheer knowledge of being able to maintain your interest for such a long stretch of time. It was quite exhilarating to see the kind of passion she stirred within you. It made her feel special, important, and so, so <em>good</em>. Maybe a little too good. 

Without even really thinking about it, Natasha moved her hand over her abdomen, feeling the cool skin there, her hand moving over the gentle curve of her stomach. She was getting cold despite the warmth of the blanket beneath her, goosebumps littering her arms, her nail beds a delicate shade of purple. You were so focused on your painting that you didn’t even notice her drop her pose, her hand moving down to the lace of her underwear, feeling over the thin fabric with her fingertips. She was nowhere near anything intimate, her fingers simply brushing over the space beneath her navel, yet her body reacted to the sensation, her skin prickling with goosebumps, her senses becoming more heightened. She played with the lace, traced the edge of it with the tip of her nail, her eyes on you and your focused frown. She smiled to herself. You looked so attractive like that, fully immersed in your art, in the process of creation. Her hand slid lower, fingertips gliding over the lace, but her current position didn’t allow much more, so she tilted her pelvis slightly, rolling more onto her back so she could gain better access to the part of her that she wished to touch the most. She closed her eyes, listening to the steady hum of rain that had appeared during the time she had been asleep, her fingers tracing shapes over the lace, gentle tickles of pleasure spreading down the insides of her thighs and across her lower abdomen. 

Her hand slipped beneath the lace, fingertips brushing over the coarse curls there. She felt rather sensitive to her own touch, her lower half already restless from anticipation. She allowed her fingers to dip farther between her legs, feeling over her folds. It felt pleasant, but more so relaxing than anything else. Her other hand that was closer to her upper body moved to her chest, gently cupping her lace-covered breast to simply feel her own body. It felt good, not as good as your touch would have felt, but good, nonetheless. The thought of you made her chest feel tight with excitement, her eyes fluttering open to see you, although you disappeared almost completely behind the canvas, so she shut her eyes again, her hand continuing to fondle her breasts, tugging down the lace cups to feel the skin better. 

Natasha’s left hand remained in her underwear, slowly building up the mild buzz that had accumulated there. She knew that she wasn’t quite turned on enough to be wet, so after a moment longer of exploring her dry folds, she brought her hand out of her underwear and up to her lips, wetting them with her tongue. She felt the corner of her mouth tug up into a slight smile when she imagined the moment you would notice just how much she had strayed from her position and what exactly had caused it. Her soaked fingertips found her folds again, gliding smoothly over the silky skin of her sex. She parted her thighs just enough to comfortably fit her hand between them, her other hand circling her breasts absentmindedly. She could hear you work, hear the brushes scratch the surface of the canvas, a dizzying warmth finding her lower abdomen when she recalled what exactly you were painting, and how obsessed you were with your work. 

“Hey…” Your words died in your throat the very moment you laid your eyes on Natasha again. You had intended to ask her how she was holding up with her posing but the sight of her was enough to let you know where she was at. Your eyes ran along the entire length of her body, taking in her breasts that had spilled from the lace cups, moving all the way between her legs where the gentle movement of her hand elicited an urgent wave of heat to go through you. With the sudden change in plans, you wiped your paintbrush clean and placed it down on the table beside you. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize you got tired of posing”, you mumbled apologetically, trying to ignore the fact that she did not stop touching herself. 

“Keep going”, she sighed, the certain heaviness in her tone nothing short of sensual. Suddenly you had no desire to paint. 

“I think I’m done. If you’re gonna stop then I should too”, you reasoned, but Natasha tutted you in disapproval. “It’s been hours.” 

“You keep painting, baby.” She adjusted her position on the bed, arching just enough to get comfortable, a small hum sounding from her. 

“But-”

“Listen to mommy, now.” You didn’t even get to finish your rebuttal. You felt a torturous heat rise up your neck at the term she had used, your body reacting immediately to her. You were frozen still, unable to keep painting when all you could think about was replacing her hand with your mouth. She glanced at you pointedly, her firm hand fondling her breasts, squeezing the warm flesh. She could feel your eyes on her as she continued to massage her chest, her mouth falling slightly agape when she pinched a nipple.  “Paint.” Her tone was firmer, harsher, unyielding.  It was an order, your hand moving to the brush so fast you nearly dropped it altogether. 

You did your best to get back into the flow of painting, but there was nothing that you could have done anymore to get your head back in the game. Natasha was on the bed, her knees spread, back arched, lips parted. You could tell that her breath was picking up alongside the speed of her hand, which in and of itself was already enough to make you want to join her, but you knew you couldn’t, sheepishly going back to your work, although this time around you were more than focused on your subject. With your face burning hotter than a bonfire, you began to place paint on the canvas, vehemently ignoring the gentle moans she let out. The room was silent enough to only barely let you hear that she was wet, the sheets rustling quietly as she moved, your eyes fixed on the lace between her legs. To avoid getting scolded for staring, you tore your eyes off her and focused back on your work, but it did absolutely nothing to distract you because the same image was staring back at you in the carefully applied paint. You heard a muffled moan from her, her body jerking slightly when she found the perfect angle against her clit, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. 

“Please.” It just slipped. You didn’t mean to be so pathetic, but you could not resist her, sitting helplessly with your paintbrush in hand. You saw the smug smirk on Natasha’s lips, a pitying chuckle falling from her lips, the sound cut short as it morphed into a groan. Your entire body tingled, your heart dropping because you knew the buzz inside you was not going to find relief anytime soon. “I can't focus.” Natasha gasped, her body receiving the moniker with enthusiasm. She couldn’t even try to deny how much she loved it. Unfortunately, witnessing the effect you had on her only made you more restless, which in turn gave you an idea. You may not have been able to touch her while you painted, but you could certainly talk. “At least not on painting.” Natasha’s eyes remained closed, her fingers slowing down, but her chest only heaved heavier from how turned on she was, automatically drawing your attention to her round breasts that looked irresistibly soft and inviting. 

“Paint, malyshka (baby girl).” She spoke breathily, arching her back to escape the pressure that was building up in her body. 

“I could make you feel so much better”, you whispered. “You know how good my mouth feels.” 

“Y/N”, she huffed as a warning, but you rarely tended to listen. 

“What, mommy? I just want to make you feel good.” You put on a coy little smile just in time for when she glanced your way. “Remember how good I am?” Oh, Natasha remembered. In fact, she could not forget. “How good my tongue feels? How wet and soft?” Your hands were itching to touch her, squeeze any part of her, your eyes roaming over her toned thighs and glutes, taking in her full hips, full chest, sculpted arms. Natasha’s eyes failed to remain open, her hand taking the speed up a notch. She let out a shaky sigh, squirming slightly under the touch of her own hand. She was getting closer to her release which was only an issue because it wasn’t from your touch but her own. You wanted to be the one to push her over that edge. 

“I remember, baby.” She moaned quietly, her head tilting back. “But you need to learn patience.” Right. If you didn’t know her you might have believed that, but you knew that all she wanted to do was tease you. 

“I wanna make you come.” Her face screwed up from pleasure, mouth agape, her movements starting to lean more toward spastic. She didn’t respond to you, she couldn’t, any words that she might have wanted to say replaced by breathy moans. In the little time she had spent teasing you, she had become soaked, her fingertips sliding effortlessly over her folds as she massaged her sex, an all-consuming pleasure beaming from her lower abdomen to every inch of her being. She suddenly stopped, moving her hand off her folds, her body threatening to squirm from the pressure that lingered even without any stimulation. Her chest heaved rhythmically, teeth abusing her lower lip all too harshly in your opinion, but she hadn’t come, not yet. 

“Please, Natasha-” She gave you a look. One that was laden with pleasure, but chastising, nonetheless. “Mommy”, you corrected yourself. 

“We’ll see, detka (baby).” She let out a few long breaths before opening her eyes to look at you, her hands coming down to the lace on her hips, slowly peeling the fabric off. She smiled at you, gave you a taunting little smirk as she tossed the very lingerie you had picked out for her at your feet. Payback was always a bitch. This is what you got for treating her like your personal mannequin. You stared down at the underwear, your eyes quickly returning to her body to see her hand find her sex again. She brought back the same steady rhythm, building her pleasure back up just to show you that she could, but she wouldn’t let herself find release. She was taunting you by edging herself. She knew that every time she brought herself closer to release, you became more desperate to be the cause of it. She was toying with both you and herself to see how long you would last. 

“How- how’s the painting?” Oh, she was insufferable. To think that you would give a flying fuck about your painting anymore. 

“My model moved.” Natasha laughed in the most genuine way, breaking up some of the tension between you. It brought a pleased grin to your lips. 

“What a shame.” There was not an ounce of guilt in her tone, her mouth stretched into a happy smile. You sat helplessly behind your easel, eyes locked on her as her body found a steady tremble again, breath flowing out of her lungs in rapid puffs, a few moans slipping from her whenever her touch felt particularly good. Sitting in your chair was starting to get uncomfortable, the jeans you wore seeming to grow tighter than you remembered them to be. You could feel that you were restless, wishing to move in a way that would allow you to either find more pressure or find relief from the already existing pressure between your legs. 

Natasha brought herself to the very edge of an orgasm, clearly starting to get more lost in her pleasure. It was harder to control the sensation the stronger it became. Her moans were no longer purposely slipped to taunt you, but they were becoming involuntary. You could always tell when she had crossed over from performance to authentic pleasure. Her moans turned deeper, breathier, accompanied by whimpers and whines that were completely out of her control as she teetered the very edge of ecstasy. You thought she was going to make you watch her come undone, but just before reaching her peak, she pulled her hand away. She was panting heavily, her gorgeous chest heaving with each gasp of air she took, her legs moving restlessly to prevent herself from falling over just yet. 

“Fuck”, you muttered under your breath, cursing the fact that her bent leg and hand were covering up the parts you wanted to see the most. She looked so enthralling, so captivating and straight up delicious that your patience was truly getting tested. You had always been cocky and arrogant enough to think that such cheap manners of teasing wouldn’t get to you, but oh lord, had you been wrong. You were turned on enough to start rubbing yourself against the chair, but you still had enough of your dignity left not to embarrass yourself like that. She let out a little chuckle, one filled with joy, as if she knew just how deep beneath your skin she was getting. You loved when she laughed during sex. There was no better way for her to express just how much fun she was having with you, how well you were taking care of her, than unadulterated glee. You wanted to hear more of it, better yet, you wanted to hear the certain kind of laugh she let out whenever you made her come unexpectedly hard. 

She looked at you for a moment, her breath more even, demeanor more serene. The charge between you was undeniable. You almost felt like you couldn’t even move from how charged the atmosphere felt, but Natasha didn’t seem to experience such petrifying awe. She moved slightly, adjusting herself against the assortment of pillows you had gathered under her upper body, directing her lower half more toward you. She smiled to herself, giving you a playful look that made you want to jump out of your seat. You thought that you had been ridiculously and irrevocably affected by her to begin with, but when she spread her knees once more, giving you a completely uncensored look at her sex, you knew that you were one hundred and one percent gone. There was no going back. You didn’t even realize that you stood up, taking a step toward her as if compelled to simply touch her, but Natasha let out a gentle tut. 

“Sit down.” She extended her left leg, the sole of her foot pressing over your lower abdomen, just over the button of your jeans, pushing you back. Even that was enough to make your body buzz twice as intensely, but you heeded her command nonetheless, somehow unable to misbehave. Natasha smirked almost smugly. “Oh, I didn’t think you were going to behave today.” You had nothing to say for yourself. She could see from your face that you were waiting for something, waiting for praise, but all you got was a small smile of approval. “Now, watch mommy.” You couldn’t have stopped yourself even if you had wanted to. 

She stroked her left hand down her inner thigh, your overactive mind able to recall in vivid detail just how good the tender skin felt both beneath your fingertips and tongue. You wanted to kiss the silky flesh, stroke your tongue over it before wrapping your lips around it to suck a blooming bruise on her. You wanted to feel how warm she was, kiss her until she grew impatient with you. Her hand moved lower, fingertips brushing over her pubic hair, her walls pulsing at the bit of contact. You could see it with your own eyes, feeling an intense flutter of arousal go through you, your body responding to the sight. You could feel how wet you were, your underwear sticking to your folds, your body begging to be touched. You let out a long sigh, watching how her fingertips grazed over the outside of her sex, tracing her shape, refraining from touching the swollen, pink skin that glistened with her arousal. 

“Please. You look so beautiful”, you said quietly, hoping that she was going to accept your compliments. You received a gentle hum from her. 

“Not yet, baby.” 

“When?” You sounded desperate. Natasha didn’t answer, her hand moving again, fingertips reaching her sex. She let out a pleased hum, her hand massaging herself at a tantalizingly slow pace. She let out a slight hiss as if she couldn’t quite handle the burn, her eyes threatening to slide shut, but she managed to keep her gaze on you. 

“Take off your shirt for me, baby.” Your shirt had indeed never flown off your body faster. You tossed it to the side, impatiently waiting for more instructions. 

“Pants”, she whispered in between silent gasps, her hips already grinding up against her hand. You undressed yourself into your underwear, Natasha’s gaze hot and heavy on you. It made your entire body tingle and burn, every nerve standing on edge, fully alert of what was to come. She slowed down her hand, a small smile finding your face. You were getting to her. “Let me see you, baby.” She said it in a breathy murmur that made your knees weak, your hands moving to the clasp of your bra to remove the garment. “Mmh.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks from her reaction to your breasts, from what you were doing, what she was doing. “Oh, fuck, mmh, you’re gorgeous.” You stroked your hands over your breasts, fondling them for show, pleased that she was so willing to look at you, that you were fueling her pleasure just through your appearance. 

“Let me touch you, mommy.” She was so affected that her eyes slid shut, her body writhing in pleasure. “Let me make you feel good.” A part of you wanted to see her finally find release, hear her moans, and watch her come undone, but another part of you, a stronger part of you, wanted to <em>feel</em> it. “You could come against me instead of your hand”, you hummed teasingly, your hands finding your underwear to inch them down your thighs. “Think about it.” Natasha was too wrapped up in pleasure to be able to respond to you, the mental images you were giving her only feeding into the delicious pressure between her legs. “You could come against my mouth, my face. Or if you wanted to, my hand or my pussy.” You trailed your hand down your body, every single nerve standing on end as you dipped your hand between your legs. “I’m so wet.” Your tone was purposely taunting, your fingers feeling around the slick that had gathered between your legs.  

She yanked her hand away from her sex, visibly trembling from the tension in her body, but she wouldn’t let herself take it any further. She needed release. She needed it more than anything else, yet she allowed her body to come down slightly and relax further into the bed. She was able to open her eyes again to look at you, an excited, pleased grin finding her face. She was such a sucker for teasing. She loved testing her own limits and tantalizing you in the process. Her eyes dipped down your body before they slid shut once more, her back arching off the bed in an attempt to hold herself off for just a little longer. 

“You can touch me, malyshka (baby girl).” You dropped to your knees beside the bed in an instant, your arms hugging her lower body greedily, your hands attempting to pull her closer and closer to you as if you could have fit all of her into your embrace. Your mouth pressed over her sex with visible fervor, your warm tongue flattening against her, Natasha letting out a heavy moan. You were so hungry for her, devouring her with such urgency that Natasha quite literally squealed, the sound making your pussy throb for more. Your hands groped her torso, her chest, giving her soft breasts a squeeze before touching any other parts of her you could reach. You licked over her soaked folds, coating your lips and chin in her arousal before wrapping your mouth around her clit, sucking harshly. It elicited a desperate noise from her that came from somewhere deep inside her. She was drowning in pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her body grew spastic and erratic. She was vibrating beneath you, completely lost in her body, in your touch. Her hand found your head to press you closer, the other gripping the dark crimson fur of the blanket beneath her. 

It didn’t take much effort from you to bring her over the edge. She was in such a charged state that any kind of touch from you contributed greatly to reaching the peak of her pleasure. The coil in Natasha’s lower abdomen tightened to be unbearable, her focus zeroed in on the warm wetness of your mouth against her equally wet sex. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t function, her body reaching ecstasy with a few good pulses from your mouth. She let out a broken moan that was a mix between a moan and a cry, the sound coming across raw and authentic. It brought goosebumps to your skin, a shiver of pleasure going down your back. She sounded beautiful, just as beautiful as she looked. You could feel her walls pulse against your mouth as you continued to lick her throbbing sex, her body jerking with each dizzying wave of pleasure that she experienced. She let out another unintelligible moan that morphed into laughter of mild disbelief from how insanely good she felt. 

“Oh, detka (baby)”, she chuckled quietly, writhing against the bed to soak up every ounce of pleasure she could as your soothing tongue lapped at her folds, cleaning up the excess of come and spit off her. She let out a sigh, her chest heaving dramatically, another laugh falling from her lips, her tight grip on your hair loosening so she could caress your head instead. “God, you know how to eat pussy.” She hadn’t felt such hunger and greed from you perhaps ever before, at least not according to her blissed-out brain. Nothing had ever felt as good as that moment did. You chuckled softly against her, placing a few final sloppy kisses over her clit before pulling away to see her face. She tilted her chin down enough to make eye contact with you, smiling at you fondly. “Moya úmnitsa (my good girl).” You couldn’t help the grin that found your lips as you hid your face against her inner thigh, placing a few kisses there for good measure. “Come here, darling.” She pulled on your arms to bring you onto the bed, adjusting herself enough to fit you comfortably onto the mattress, your body sinking on top of her own. Your cool skin came into contact with her blazing hot chest and abdomen, your body melting into her warmth, Natasha’s firm hands rubbing over your curves as if to ensure that you were perfectly molded against her. 

“You’re so…” You failed to find an appropriate word, taking a moment to search for one. “Mommy”, you whispered, kissing her, her laugh vibrating against your lips. 

“So mommy, hmm?” She tucked some of your hair behind your ear, kissing the side of your head. Natasha wouldn’t say it, but she could feel her body pulse at the way you said it, at the way it made her feel. 

“So mommy.” You chuckled softly, humming at the comfort her touch brought you as she stroked both her hands down your back and over your hips to find your glutes. You pressed your hips tighter against her own when she squeezed your backside. You were restless, leaking against her thigh, which functioned as an effective ego boost for Natasha, not that she needed any more boosting for the day. She smirked to herself, sliding her left hand even lower, her fingers dipping between your legs to see just how wet you were. She hummed in approval when she was met with the distinct and unmistakable sign of your arousal, her fingers sinking further into your sex, eager for more. 

“Looks like you made a mess for mommy to clean up. I better take care of this.” You chuckled quietly at her pleased tone, kissing her neck a bit sloppily before humming in agreement.  

“You’re welcome.” She flipped you off her and into the sheets, your joyous laughter resonating in the bedroom. 

[fraserbraw]

home again, to his love.

john mactavish x f!reader

nsfw, MDNI, chubby reader, oral fem receiving, suggested p in v, johnny being so obsessed with his pretty little plush wife

john & johnny used

1.3k words

nsfw below cut <3

his footsteps sounded softly against the dirt pathway leading to your house, his heart beating from out of his chest.

john’s throat works at the sight of you in the distance, eyes drinking up your figure as if he was the desert and you were the ocean.

“‘m home,” he rasps out. you had been expecting him next week. “forgot t’ call.”

your breath leaves your lungs as his voice fills her your, your mind immediately jumping from the bread you were baking to him.

you rush over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his chest. your husband, your johnny, came home to you.

whispered prayers and thanks in gaelic left your lips as you held him close, thankful to the lord for bringing him home to you once more.

john holds you, eyes closed as he breathes in the scent of you. the smell of you brings a calmness to the turbulent sea of emotions and stress that he holds inside. “i’m home,” he whispers back—he’s back, back with you again, where he knows he belongs.

warmth fills his eyes and heart as feelings of love overflow him on this happy night, his head tilting down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. “i missed you,” he says, “too much.”

you press kisses to his neck and jaw and face, finally crashing against his lips. you hold him close to your body as you absorb all of him.

“lord i hate when you go for so long.”

“i hate leavein’. it just ain’t a choice when yer in me sorta line o’ work.” his hand moves up your back, fingers gently stroking through you hair.

“how’s me bonnie been doin’ whilst i been gone?” he asks, that familiar scottish lilt in his words.

“i hope y’ ain’t workin’ yerself too hard here. i seen how thin yer gettin’ in the shoulders. i’ll have ta fix tha’.”

that accent always made you melt. you clung to him as if he was your life force, because in a way, he was. you needed each other, almost more than you needed air.

“i’ve been alright. cooking, mostly. isn’t the same when you’re not here to eat it.”

he hums and lets his hands find your shoulders, massaging right between them as you lean against him. he presses a kiss to the crown of your head before speaking.

“y’ got any leftover, love? m’ starved.”

you let out a soft groan as he massaged the soft tissue of your neck, your head falling against his chest.

you always smelled like a bakery. you owned one, so it made sense, but herbs and flour and warmth seemed to seep from you like the air you breathed.

“i’ll make some more for you. no one i’d rather cook for.”

john’s smile is like the sun cresting the horizon, breaking through clouds of stress and worry. he holds you close in the early morning light, your breaths slowing in that cozy moment that feels like hours.

“aye, love,” he rumbles, “i’ll eat all y’ make for me.” he kisses the top of your head, pulling you in even closer. “what else have you been up to? did ya finally watch that old western i told ya bout?”

you nuzzle into him. you felt like you could never get close enough. if you could crawl inside of him, you would in a heartbeat.

“mhm. watched it last night. i liked it.” you left out the fact that you had watched it every night since he left, clinging onto any part of him that you could in his absence. you knew the movie by heart.

with your face buried against him, john’s hands roam about underneath your shirt, tracing along your skin as he begins to kiss down your neck and move lower.

“tell me, darlin’, what else you been doin’ with yerself?” he asks, his mouth reaching your shoulder and nibbling on your collarbone. “have ya been usin’ the time wisely, hm?”

your eyes fluttered closed, your mouth slightly agape as he kissed all over you neck and collar, as his hands wandered under your shirt and teased just where he knew you would fold.

“mhm.. thinking about you a lot.”

that was all you could say. that was all you needed to say. you knew he would get the message. most nights, you would try to work yourself to an orgasm, wearing something of his. it never worked. not when it wasn’t him.

“ahh, love,” he groans against your skin, “y’ been missin’ me, hm?”

his hands go for the shirt you wear, working to pull it over your head.

his face is buried in your necks and shoulders, hot breath falling against the sensitive skin as his hands run along your skin; he couldn’t believe he had been away for so long.

“y’ been touchin’ yerself for me?” he asks, his words like smooth whisky.

soft whimpers escaped you as he pulled your shirt off, revealing your bare chest. it was a rare occasion when you wore something under your shirts or sweaters, so he knew he would be greeted with the sight of your exposed breasts.

you weren’t a skinny woman, not by any means. you were plush and soft and curvy, just how he loved you. your voice was soft and sweet as you answered him.

“m-mhm.. not the same when it’s not you..”

john’s smile stretches wide; he knows he’s going to be enjoying this.

he moves to his knees, pushing your skirt up over your hips and slotting himself between your legs. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, nosing against your clothed cunny.

you let out a soft gasp as he drops to his knees and lean more against the wall he had you pinned to. you could already feel the wetness of your own arousal begin to soak into the cotton.

“johnny..” you whispered, hands holding up your skirt.

“hmm?” he hummed, pressing kisses to your cunt. his arms wrapped around the backside of your thighs and his fingers played with the soft plush of your hips.

“somethin’ the matter, bonnie?”

you bit your lip and gazed down at him. your eyes closed and you leaned your head back as he licked a stripe up the cotton, the roughness of his stubble scratching so fucking good against your thighs.

his fingers slipped into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off of your legs. “told ye i was starved, didn’t i?” he taunted, pressing an unusually soft kiss to the outside of your excited and very much deprived pussy.

you didn’t even think to respond as he lapped at your cunt like a man starved. he ate you like it was his last meal on earth, lapping up anything that he possibly could.

mewls and moans left your lips as he devoured you, lapping at your entrance before moving to your clit. he ran the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves and swirled around it. it sent shivers down your spine and trembles through your thighs.

you had to fight off the urge to clamp your thighs around his head. your hand found his hair and tugged, louder and louder moans coming from you.

“f-fuck, johnny, i’m close-“ you moaned, breathy and full of pleasure. he only tightened his grip around your thighs.

“cum for me, bonnie. let me taste you.”

his voice sent vibrations through your cunt and spiraled you over the edge, cumming all over his face. he hummed happily and drank up all that your blessed body gave him.

of course, he didn’t stop there. no, he kept going, eating your pussy and groaning at the taste until you physically pulled him off with a “t-too much, johnny, fuck.”

he let you regain your balance for a second before standing back up and pulling you into his arms. he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and flashed that devilish smile at you.

“le’ me show ye how much i missed ye in the bedroom, aye?”

(a/n: thank you all for all the support <333 i’ll do a m!reader for the next post, feel free to suggest any and all ideas)

[violet-1atte]

Faux Control

It's finally here!

Summary: Minhee gives into Jisu's wants and wears a remote control vibrator out with their friends. Things go as well as you might expect.

Tags: Cisswap, fem!minho, fem!jisung, dom/sub undertones, exhibition, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, edging, dacryphilia, mild degradation

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Minhee had no idea why she had agreed to this. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she could never tell Jisu no, especially when she looked up at her with her big brown eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out in a pout. “I’ll be good, I promise,” she had said. “I’ll only use it a little bit. I just want to try something new!” And Minhee would be a fool to deny her sweet Jisu anything. 

So that was how she ended up like this. With a remote-control vibrator pressed up inside her while she and Jisu went out for dinner with their friends. In Jisu's purse sat the remote. 

Normally, Jisu never had control, which was part of why Minhee was so nervous. She had warned her that if she messed with the settings too much or made the settings too high, she would be getting punished. And Jisu had accepted. But Minhee knew that sometimes Jisu liked to be a bit of a brat. She liked to push Minhee’s buttons as often as she could. So really, she had no idea how the evening was going to do. 

“I already got us a table in the back!” Lixie exclaimed, grabbing onto Jisu’s arm eagerly when they arrived at their restaurant. Minhee wanted to laugh when Jisu stumbled over her own feet as Lixie dragged her back, but heat was already spreading across the back of her neck, making any reaction difficult to produce. 

The table she got was big enough to fit all eight of them, and Chris, Seungah, and Chaebin were already seated at the table. “Where are Hyunjin and Jeongin?” Jisu asked as she moved to pull out a chair for herself. Minhee beat her to it though, pulling out the chair for her and gesturing for her to sit. The tips of her ears turned red and she mumbled out a small, “Thank you,” as she took her seat. Minhee smiled lopsidedly to herself. The least she could do tonight was to try and fluster Jisu as much as she could. A payback of sorts. 

When she sat down, she inhaled sharply and red bloomed across her face–sitting caused the vibrator to slip deeper inside her, and the end on her clit to rub against her. She bit her cheek and swallowed thickly. She felt someone’s gaze burning into the side of her head and she knew immediately it was Jisu. And she made the mistake of looking over and making eye contact—her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted, like she knew exactly what had occurred. Minhee tried to glare at her, but she knew the look came off weak, especially when Jisu’s expression morphed into something entirely different—and she smirked.

Minhee barely had time to register the warmth that pooled in her tummy before her thoughts were interrupted by Lixie answering Jisu’s question. “They were running a little bit late, but they’ll be here soon!”

“They were probably fucking,” Seungah said flatly, which earned a firm-handed slap on the back from Chaebin.

“Yah! Watch your mouth young lady, we are in public!” she exclaimed. Seungah glared and rubbed her shoulder.

“And I’m sure you assaulting me in public will go over well, unnie,” she responded with a roll of her eyes.

Chaebin immediately launched into a far-too-loud lecture on Seungah respecting her elders, but Minhee barely caught any of it. Her face was burning and whenever she shifted she could feel the vibrator pressing against her walls. And it wasn’t even vibrating. Yet. She kept glancing at Jisu, waiting for the moment when she would do something. The waiting was probably worse than the actual thing. It made arousal coil in her belly even though she wanted to pretend it didn’t. It didn’t help that she was surrounded by her friends and in a restaurant of all places. Any little slip-up and all eyes would be on her. She had to stay composed, had to—

“Minhee-yah?” Chris called suddenly, briefly pulling her out of her daze.

“Mhm—yeah?” she asked, clearing her throat. She wondered how obvious her blush was.

“I was just wondering if you were okay,” she said with a sheepish smile. “You just look a little out of it. Are you sick?”

Minhee could feel Jisu’s gaze on her again. “Ah no, I’m okay,” she reassured her.

Her breath hitched when Jisu’s hand was suddenly on her bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze—why had she chosen to wear a skirt today? She was leaning in close, close enough that Minhee could smell the sweet brown sugar perfume she had put on right before they left. It made her a little dizzy. “Don’t worry, unnie, I wouldn’t let Minhee go out if she was sick,” Jisu said with a smile. Her smile was so sweet but Minhee knew that behind it hid mischief. It was a smile similar to the one she would give her right before she was about to be a brat. It made Minhee’s pulse jump and butterflies erupted in her stomach.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure.” Chris turned her attention to Lixie then and began to engage in a conversation with her about one of the records she was working on. Minhee rubbed a hand over her face and took a deep breath to try to steady herself. She tried to focus on the conversations going on around her but Jisu was once again leaning into her space, even more so this time. She rested her round cheek against her shoulder and looked up at her with wide, sparkling eyes that made Minhee feel so in love she could be sick.

“How do you feel, unnie?” she asked, quiet enough that only Minhee could hear. Her breath brushed against the side of her neck and she shuddered a little. She hoped that Jisu didn’t notice, but she definitely did based on the way she giggled.

“Feeling just fine,” Minhee answered. She tongued her cheek and flexed her fingers. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh and it burned. “Never better, actually.”

“Hmm,” Jisu hummed. She tapped her fingers against Minhee’s skin and lifted her head. “I see.” Something in the tone of her voice sent a shiver down her spine and she breathed slowly out of her nose. Calm. Calm. I am so. Calm.

Jisu sat back up and Minhee almost missed how the hand that wasn’t on her thigh slipped into her purse. Fuck. She gulped audibly and shifted in her seat. Jisu engaged in conversation with Lixie and Minhee waited. And waited. But nothing came for a while, so she allowed herself to relax. She was calm even as Hyunjin and Jeongin finally arrived and they flagged the waiter over to their table to finally order their food because surely, Jisu knew better than to turn the vibrator on while she was trying to order her food.

Minhee should have known to never be so trusting.

The second she opened her mouth to ramble off what she wanted, she jolted, an electric current coursing through her body. Her breath caught in her throat and a wave of heat washed over her. Her cheeks were on fire and it felt like her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Jisu’s hand was still on her thigh.

“I’ll take—u-uhm—” She inhaled through her nose and gritted her teeth. The vibrator wasn’t on its highest setting, but it definitely wasn’t on the lowest either. The vibrations against her clit were enough alone to drive her mad—warmth pulsed in her stomach, her breathing shallowed, her pussy clenched around the dildo end, and fuck. Jisu was in so much trouble.

“The spice—spicy chicken, yeah,” she managed after an awkwardly long pause. The waiter hummed and gave a curt nod, probably so used to customers behaving in all sorts of ways that he didn’t even notice. But Minhee was humiliated. And so turned on. And incredibly pissed off.

When the waiter finished taking their orders, everyone’s attention turned to Minhee. Everyone including Jisu. Concern was written all over her face, her eyebrows raised in faux worry. But Minhee knew better.

“You sure you’re okay, unnie?” Jisu asked, blinking up at her innocently. Her hand was still in the purse.

“Are you high?” Jeongin asked immediately after. Minhee’s ears burned and she shook her head vehemently.

“Of course I’m not high, I’m fine,” she insisted with a huff. She took a long sip of her water, hoping it would cool her down a bit. The vibrations were sending near continuous shocks of pleasure through her body and it was already so much. Too much. “I just blanked on what I wanted ‘s all.” She shrugged, making sure to give Jisu a reassuring smile. She hoped it didn’t look as forced to everyone else as it felt. 

“Well, if you need to head out, we understand,” Lixie said with a gentle smile. Minhee’s eye twitched.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.” She gave Lixie a genuine smile because no one in the world could be anything but soft with her. Minhee had a soft spot for Jisu too, but it was different when she was being a brat. She still needed a bit of firmness sometimes. And this was apparently one of those times.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Jisu said with a sugary-sweet giggle, while underneath the table her hand slid up Minhee’s thigh, her fingertips just grazing the inside. Minhee’s breath hitched and she swallowed. A bead of sweat ran down her temple and she squeezed her thighs together which ended up trapping Jisu’s fingers between them. She heard her inhale sharply and then the vibrations increased.

Minhee choked, eyes going wide. Jeongin gave them a look but then turned her focus back to Hyunjin who was glued to her side. Jisu pecked her cheek. “Still good, unnie?” she whispered, delivering a squeeze to the plushest part of Minhee’s thigh. The touch caused the muscles in her stomach to flex.

“Oh, great,” she gritted. She slunk her hand around Jisu’s waist and gave it a firm squeeze. A warning. “Think you ca—mm.” She burned with embarrassment at the moan that slipped past her lips. It was quiet enough for no one else to notice, at least she hoped, but it was still there. Jisu laughed, but Minhee’s tightening grip on her waist cut her off. “You’re so in for it.”

Jisu wet her lips and her eyelashes fluttered before she glanced away. Then, to Minhee’s surprise, the vibrations turned off and Jisu’s hand returned to her own lap. And just in time for the waiter to return with their food. She let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of her water. There was a sheen of sweat over her heated face but as soon as the vibrations stopped she could feel herself calming down. Maybe Jisu knew how to listen after all.

She thanked the waiter when her food was set down and took the opportunity of freedom to start talking to Chris. She hadn’t seen her in a while with Chris being so busy with her producing job and Minhee being busy with her own job as a choreographer. At the same time, Jisu became engrossed in a conversation with Seungah about whether or not bones were hollow and Minhee almost forgot about the vibrator. She would have completely forgotten about it if she weren’t still dripping wet and if there wasn’t still need twisting in the pit of her stomach. So little by little, she gradually let her guard down.

“Come on, unnie, what’s one dance lesson gonna hurt?” Minhee asked Chris, wiggling her eyebrows. “Besides, I’m sure all the club goers would be very happy to see your improve—”

“I’m not listening, nope, nope!” Chris exclaimed, cupping her hands over her ears. “I do not need a reminder of my dancing skills!”

Minhee laughed, tossing her head back a little. “Or lack thereof.” She took a bite of her chicken and licked a bit of sauce off her fingers, tongue flicking over each digit one by one before she wiped them with a napkin—and that’s when she felt attention on her again. She had barely made eye contact with Jisu before she felt the stimulation from the vibrator again. She choked on air and the muscles in her thighs twitched as she tried to keep herself from reacting but the stimulation was too much. The arousal hit her so fast she felt lightheaded, breathless, and it felt like she was going to go cross-eyed. But fuck, everyone was looking, everyone could see—

“Minhee?” Chris asked, frowning softly.

“Yeah?” she breathed out, reaching for another piece of chicken. Maybe if she could just focus on eating she wouldn’t register the vibrations, that were definitely set even higher than before. She took a bite and swallowed forcefully.

Through the haze, she registered Jisu’s hand on her thigh again. Fingers trailing up, up, slipping under her skirt. Oh, she was getting brave.

Chris opened her mouth to say something after a moment but then she closed it. Her eyes moved up and down Minhee, taking her in, and she felt like she was being examined, scrutinized. Then Chris’s cheeks reddened and she looked down at her plate. “Oh, uh—never mind. Nothing.” Minhee’s stomach swooped. She noticed. There was no way that she didn’t notice. She might not have known exactly what was going on, but she knew something was up.

Minhee knew her cheeks were probably fifty different shades of scarlet, but she tried to focus on something else, even as the pressure between her legs intensified. Jisu didn’t seem to like the fact that she wasn’t reacting as much as she wanted, so she slipped her hand all the way underneath Minhee’s skirt and flipped the vibrator setting up. This caused Minhee’s hips to jerk, her walls spasming around the vibrating dildo. She sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth and sent a glare towards Jisu, but she just giggled and scooped up another bite of food with her chopsticks.

Sweat gathered on her temples. She took another sip of her water. She was completely zoned out from the conversation around her, her hips grinding down involuntarily every couple of minutes. Jisu’s fingers continued to tease the soft skin of her inner thighs and no one questioned why Jisu’s one hand had disappeared under the table for so long. Minhee’s panties were completely soaked through even though she was essentially plugged up by the dildo inside her. The insides of her thighs were sticky with her wetness. For a moment, she wondered if Jisu could feel it against her fingertips.

Participating in conversation was no longer an option even though she tried. She got a few words in here and there, all too breathless, her voice too high. There was no way most of their friends hadn’t picked up that something was off, even if they didn’t question it. Chris had certainly taken notice and Jeongin gave her a few glances that told her she knew something was up, and that something wasn’t illness related. Her eyes had even gone to Jisu and more specifically, her hand under the table. The hand that was touching Minhee, fingernails scraping against supple skin, ghosting over stretch marks, massaging. There was no way Jeongin didn’t know, too.

And shit, for the first time she really wished that Jisu didn’t know how sensitive her thighs were.

Time lost its meaning as Minhee attempted to hold onto her sanity. She should have seen it coming, really, but it crept up on her all the same. One moment she was struggling to focus on anything else, anything but the constant stimulation on her clit and inside her, and the next moment, she felt it. That familiar, twisting, tightening sensation in her lower stomach, like a spring being wound up, ready to explode. She snapped her head to the side, eyes wide, panicked. She made eye contact with Jisu and pleaded silently, but Jisu smiled and shrugged. Her heart raced when she realized Jisu’s hand instead was climbing up further, pushing her skirt up until—until her fingertips were pressed against the heat of Minhee’s cunt. She looked across the table with an innocent smile, said something to Lixie that Minhee didn’t register through the ringing in her ears, and rubbed firm circles over her clit.

The added pressure right over the vibrator and the knowledge that Jisu was touching her in a restaurant, with all their friends present, was what pushed Minhee over the edge. She had no control over the spring when it finally burst. She came. Slack-jawed and silent, with a white-knuckled grip on her knees. Her hole clenched rhythmically around the dildo and the world around her turned to static. The excess wetness soaked through her panties and wet her thighs and her cheeks burned from the sensation. Oh god. She came. In public. She came in public with Jisu’s hand slipped under her skirt, while eating dinner. Fuck.

The world paused, Jisu froze while Minhee panted. And before anyone could question what was going on, Jisu removed her hand and stood up, a smile too bright to be natural on her face, and said, “Well! I think Minhee and I should head out! Get dessert, you know? Lixie, you can send me money right? Yeah? Thanks so much!”

She grabbed her purse and Minhee’s hand and pulled her to stand up. Her legs shook underneath her. “Um yeah, Jisu and I have…plans,” she said, her voice scratchy.

“You know, Jeongin and I just did our plans before we—” Hyunjin started, but Seungah reached over and covered her mouth before she could finish her sentence. Chaebin proceeded to take her hand away before Hyunjin could start making a scene.

“Well, have fun!” Lixie said, always good-natured. “It was nice having dinner with you! I’ll send you the bill, Jisu.”

“Thanks!” Jisu said, flashing her a quick smile. Then she spun around on her heel and dragged Minhee out of the restaurant, making her almost trip over her feet.

They got to the car and Jisu pulled Minhee to the driver’s side and then sat down in the passenger’s seat. No matter how much control she thought she had over Minhee, she would always be a passenger princess. “Um,” she started as soon as they were both seated. “Did you actually…?”

“Yes I actually did,” Minhee stated through clenched teeth. Sweat collected on her temple and ran down her face. “So, Jisu— mmh— why don’t you turn the damn thing off now.” She was already pulling out as she spoke, desperate to get back so she could absolutely ruin Jisu. It was probably unsafe for her to even be driving in the state she was in, the constant buzzing of the vibrator against her cunt driving her mad from overstimulation. If it went on much longer she would probably come again and she couldn’t while driving. Fuck, there was no way she was letting Jisu get away with this. She had already gotten away with far too much. At this point, she would be dealing out her punishment for the next week.

Jisu stared at her, not answering for a moment. Her eyes blinked rapidly, a habit she’d picked up from Minhee, and damn it, it made her look adorable even in the corner of Minhee’s eyes. “What if I say no?”

Minhee almost stopped the car. “ No?”

Jisu gulped audibly and nodded. “Y-yeah. No. You know the safe word.”

Minhee’s jaw dropped in disbelief. She never imagined Jisu, her obedient Jisu would use one of her own methods for her. Jisu could be a brat sometimes but this was above her usual level of brattiness. If you give a mouse a cookie, or something like that… “Listen, jagi,” Minhee began, forcing her voice to remain steady. “There—there is already a punishment waiting for you when we get back. I might be nice this time and keep it to just today if you can be good until we get there. But if— ngh —if you don’t listen, I’ll drag it on, and on…is that what you want, sweetheart?” She spared a split second to glance over at Jisu. Her cheeks were rosy and her plump bottom lip was trapped between her teeth.

“I…” Jisu tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “…maybe?”

Minhee scoffed, incredulous, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened. “You want me to not let you come for a week, baby?”

Jisu was silent. Minhee’s head was buzzing and the ends of her limbs felt like pins and needles. Shit—it had to, it had to stop, it—then it did. Without a word, Jisu turned off the vibrator and Minhee’s entire body relaxed.

“Ahh,” she breathed out, sinking back against her seat. “That’s a good girl. I knew you could listen.”

“Yeah, I’m good, unnie!”

“Mhm, we’ll see about that. That’s not enough to save you when we get back.” Now that Minhee didn’t feel like her clit was going to fall off, she could concentrate on how exactly she would deal with Jisu when they got back. She didn’t need to be any hornier than she already was but the thoughts swirling through her head added to the cocktail of desire in her gut.

The rest of their drive home was a blur. All Minhee could remember was that at some point she had put her hand on Jisu’s thigh as a reminder of what was the come. Oh how the tables had turned.

Once they were back to their apartment, Minhee wasted no time. She grabbed Jisu by the waist and pulled her close, then crashed their lips together. Jisu tasted sweet despite the savory meal they’d had at the restaurant, and Minhee took it all in, sucking on her bottom lip and laving her tongue over it. Jisu panted into her mouth when she slipped a hand between their thighs and pressed the pads of her fingers against her pussy through her jeans. “I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Minhee groaned against her mouth. She reached around and grabbed Jisu’s ass with her other hand and licked past her parted lips, drinking her in like a woman starved. Jisu whined pathetically and did her best to kiss back as she rolled her hips down against Minhee’s hand. Minhee could feel the dampness from how wet she was even through the thick fabric.

“Look at you, so desperate, and you weren’t even the one with a vibrator in your pussy. Is that what you wanted this whole time?” Minhee nipped at her bottom lip, pulling a sweet mewl from her. “Messed with unnie the whole time just so I’d have you like this, hm?”

Jisu nodded dumbly. “Just wan—wanted unnie to feel good. Wanted unnie t-to make me feel good, too” she breathed.

“Is that so?” Minhee’s voice was rough with desire because nothing got her more than how pliant Jisu could be for her. Everything at the restaurant had been an act to get what she wanted. At the end of the day they both knew exactly who had control.

“Yes— yes.”

“Then let’s get to the bedroom, hm?” Minhee placed a kiss on the corner of her lips and squeezed her ass. “I want you to strip for me as soon as we get there.”

Jisu nodded excitedly and gave Minhee a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off to their shared bedroom. Minhee huffed out a laugh as she followed her, working on pulling off her top in the process.

She stepped into the bedroom and Jisu immediately went slack-jawed, her eyes trailing over Minhee’s breasts first and then her soft tummy after. Her gaze made Minhee shy even though they had been together for so long. She would just never get used to how Jisu took her in like she was worshiping her.

“I thought I said to strip for me, princess,” Minhee said with a quirk of her eyebrows after Jisu had been staring so long that the entirety of Minhee’s upper body felt hot.

“Oh uh—yes unnie,” she answered. She started with her jeans first, unbuttoning them tantalizingly slow. Minhee took that time to admire the way her jeans hugged her thighs and how they emphasized her tiny waist.

“So pretty, jagi,” she mumbled reverently as she sat down on the bed.

Red spread across Jisu’s face and she smiled shyly, biting her lip. “Thank you, unnie,” she whispered. She tossed her pants to the side and Minhee’s eyes locked onto the pretty panties she was wearing—they were a baby-blue and lacy, a perfect color against her tan skin. Minhee remembered when she bought them, and she knew she had a matching bra to go with them.

Jisu’s hands hesitated at the hem of her top but Minhee waved her hand, urging her to continue. “Go on, baby. Show unnie your pretty waist.”

Jisu huffed. “You just want to see my boobs.”

“Maybe.” Minhee smirked. “I know you don’t mind. But come on, Jisu, I’m getting impatient.”

Jisu’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she pulled her top off like she was instructed. Her boobs bounced with how fast she tore it off and Minhee’s mouth watered. Her hands itched to grab as Jisu reached around to unclasp her bra, revealing her soft tits and small nipples. “Fuck, c’mere. Lay down on the bed for me.”

“You don’t want me to take these off, too?” Jisu asked, dragging her fingertips over the lace hem of her panties. Minhee shook her head as she climbed up to the edge of the bed and got on her knees.

“I want those for myself.” She grabbed a hair tie off her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hair wasn’t as long as it used to be but she had still been meaning to cut it. Having short hair made what she wanted to do a lot easier.

Jisu climbed onto the bed in front of her and laid down, her wavy brown hair splaying around her head. She had the audacity to look shy even though she had been so confident with what she had been doing to Minhee earlier, and even though she had been in this position about a hundred times. Saliva filled Minhee’s mouth as she looked over her—red cheeks, tiny waist, soft thighs, caramel skin. There was a bruise on her collarbone and one in her inner thigh that hadn’t faded yet. She would have to add more.

“God, I can’t wait to take you apart,” Minhee sighed, reaching out to squeeze Jisu’s thighs. Jisu let out a soft moan as her fingers dug into the flesh and Minhee licked her lips. She leaned over her in an attempt to kiss her again, but then she felt the vibrator inside her shift and she hissed. “Let me get this cursed thing out first.” She scrunched her nose and made quick work of slipped out of her skirt, all while Jisu stared at her with shining eyes.

“You liked it,” she said, desire dripping from her voice, with just a hint of amusement underneath it. 

Minhee rolled her eyes as she reached between her legs and grabbed the base of the vibrator, pulling it out with a wet squelch. Jisu’s breath hitched when Minhee held the toy up for a second, the fluids coating it glistening in the fair light. Then, she tossed it aside. “Hm, now I can fully focus on you.”

She crawled between Jisu’s thighs and lowered herself to the bed so that her face rested right over her boobs. When she looked up, Jisu was looking down at her through hooded lashes, small pants coming out of her parted lips. “Always so cute, Jisu-yah.” Without giving Jisu time to respond, she dipped her head down and took one of her nipples in her mouth.

“ Aahh! Minhee,” Jisu squeaked, body jerking underneath her. Minhee hummed around the nipple and swirled her tongue. She could hear Jisu’s heart drumming against her chest, her breathing becoming more erratic with each flick of her tongue. She used her free hand to grope her other breast, thumbing over the nipple just to hear Jisu gasp.

“Unnie, please, please,” Jisu begged. Her voice was getting that higher pitch it always got when she was desperate, and it almost convinced Minhee. Almost. But she was feeling a little mean.

She popped off her nipple, a strand of saliva dripping from her bottom lip. “Please what, jagi?” she asked as she squeezed her breast. Her eyes flicked down to how the flesh spilled between her fingertips and had to squeeze her own thighs together.

“Please…” Jisu wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. “Touch me, Minhee-unnie, please.”

“Hm…” Minhee pretended to think about it. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? Or have you been a brat?”

Jisu blinked at her. “I—uh—”

“Dumb already, huh?” Minhee smirked down at her. “Give me an answer and maybe I’ll touch you.” She had no plans of not touching Jisu but she wanted to mess with her. She wanted to touch her just as much as Jisu wanted to be touched, maybe even more.

“I…” Red washed over Jisu’s cheeks and she averted her gaze. “I’ve been a brat…”

“There it is,” Minhee cooed with faux sympathy.

Jisu’s eyes glazed over and she swallowed audibly. “Please…will you? T-touch me? I’ll be good now, so good, I promise.”

And oh, Minhee would be cruel to deny her. How could she say no when she looked up at her like that, sparkling eyes pleading, pretty lips pushed out in a pout, round cheeks dusted cherry-red? She could do so many things to punish her, but saying no wasn’t one of them.

“Let’s see if you can keep that promise, hm?”

Minhee dipped her head down again just to suck on the skin of Jisu’s other tit—at the same time, she slipped her hand between Jisu’s spread legs and pressed the heel of her palm against her through her panties. Jisu arched at the combined sensation and whined, high-pitched and airy. Her panties were soaked through. She was so wet it made Minhee’s mouth water and she almost drooled a little bit against her skin.

“You’re fucking dripping, sweetheart,” Minhee breathed. She shuffled back, catching another glimpse of Jisu’s already fucked-out expression. “Aww, baby, you look like such a slut.”

Jisu inhaled sharply and covered her face with her hands. Minhee shook her head and reached up to pull them down. “None of that. You’re gonna look at me the whole time, got it? I want to see you.”

A quick nod was all Minhee needed before she got down between Jisu’s thighs and laid on her stomach. Jisu’s pussy was still covered by her soaked-through panties, so Minhee hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Lift your butt, Jisu.” Jisu easily complied, lifting her hips off the bed so Minhee could pull them all the way off. She tossed them in some random direction and then set her eyes back on her target. Jisu’s folds were wet and glistening with her slick and her clit was pink and swollen—perfect.

“Unnie, st-stop staring,” Jisu whimpered, thighs coming to close around Minhee’s head. She grabbed her knees and pushed them back apart as a grin spread across her face.

“Sorry, jagi, Jisu’s pussy is just so pretty. So pretty and perfect for me.”

Jisu’s embarrassed whines filled her ears as she leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. A drop of drool dripped down onto the sheets. Then, without warning, she pressed her tongue flat against Jisu’s cunt. She gasped, legs kicking out, and she scrambled to grab the sheets. Minhee’s lips quirked up as she ran her tongue from her hole to her clit, collecting her juices in the process. She moaned at her taste. Eating Jisu out would always be one of her favorite things. She could never get over how wet she got, how she tasted, how she smelled.

When her tongue flicked over Jisu’s clit, she swallowed slick she collected, making eye contact with Jisu at the same time. “You taste so fucking good, baby. I could just drink you.” She laved her tongue over her cunt again and watched as Jisu bit her lip. Her hole clenched, squeezing out more fluid. It made Minhee lightheaded.

She continued running her tongue over her, just to hear her gasp. When she’d had enough (though she’d truly never had enough), she closed her lips over her clit, licking and sucking at it like it were a piece of candy between her lips. Jisu cried out, writhing against the sheets. Her thighs shut around Minhee’s head and this time she let her do it.

“ Nghhh— unnie, unnie, please, more,” Jisu begged. She rolled her hips forward, grinding against her face while she sucked on her clit. Wetness collected between Minhee’s own legs. Fucking hell, she was so gone for Jisu.

Just like Jisu requested, she gave her more. She alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her tongue into her dripping hole, curling her tongue like she was licking ice cream. Jisu moaned loudly when she fucked her, thrusting in and out, in and out. She was reduced to a pathetic, fucked-out mess. Moans and airy whines intermixed with gibberish falling from her lips every other second. Minhee moaned with her as she mouthed at her cunt just to get a reaction from the vibrations her moans created. It worked so well.

“Ahh-hahh—M-Minhee, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m s-so close,” Jisu gasped. Minhee smirked.

She swirled her tongue around her clit and pressed two fingers inside her at the same time. She knew how to flick her tongue just right, knew where to press her fingers to bring Jisu to the edge. Her pressed her fingers against her walls and she keened. The signs were all there—the muscles in Jisu’s thighs tensed, her whole clenched rhythmically around Minhee’s thumb, her stomach pulled taut.

So easy.

“I’m—oh fuck, please, ‘m gonna, I—”

Her body went rigid, but just before she could tip over the edge, Minhee pulled back, leaving her with nothing. She relaxed against the bed, panting. The edges of her eyes glittered with tears.

“Wha— unnie, why did you do that?” she asked. Her voice was hoarse from her moans and there was wateriness to it that told Minhee she was close to crying. That thought probably shouldn’t have turned her on so much.

“I told you I was going to punish you, didn’t I?” she asked, tilting her head. She knew she must’ve looked a sight from the way Jisu looked at her. Her chin was wet and dripping and her lips tingled. But nothing beat how Jisu looked, her wide eyes pleading as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Aww, baby, what’s wrong?” she asked, reaching up to wipe the tear away. It did nothing to help because the fingers she used were coated in Jisu’s wetness.

“Unnie’s mean,” Jisu sniffled.

Minhee cooed and brought her hand down to cup Jisu’s chin. “Aw, unnie’s mean, hm?”

Jisu nodded adamantly, another tear running down her face. Minhee pouted down at her. “Poor, sweet girl.” She brushed her fingers over her bottom lip and her lips parted automatically, allowing Minhee to push them inside. She whimpered when she tasted herself, eyes going a little hazy. Minhee grinned in response, pressing down on her tongue. “If you think I’m being mean, maybe I should just stop. You wanna stop, baby?”

Jisu’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. Drool ran down her chin and coated her pink lips. Minhee pressed down more firmly on her tongue and she gagged, her eyes immediately brimming with more tears. “That’s what I thought.” Minhee chuckled and pulled her fingers out of Jisu’s mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind. “Stay there, sweetheart. I’m gonna go get something. Be a good girl. No touching.”

A whimper and a pathetic nod was all Minhee got as she got off the bed. She went to their closet and pulled out a box of various different toys—a grin spread across her face when her eyes landed on the item she wanted—a sparkly mint green strap. When she first suggested buying it, Jisu blushed and said that it was tacky. Minhee bought it immediately.

When Minhee turned around, Jisu’s eyes were glued onto her and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her legs were still spread, so Minhee got a nice view of her pink pussy, shiny and dripping. She licked her lips. Fuck.

“Such a good girl, being so patient for me,” she said as she climbed back onto the bed.

“Wan—wanna be good for unnie,” Jisu whispered, voice shaky. Minhee smiled and bent down to kiss her tummy.

“Is that right? You’re doing a good job of it.”

She made quick work of putting on the strap-on, clasping it around her hips with deft fingers. The material dug into the plush flesh of her hips and was probably a bit too tight, but she’d picked up on the fact that Jisu loved when she spilled over the straps a bit.

Jisu’s breath was coming in a bit ragged as Minhee got ready and it only got worse when she looked down at her and hooked her hands under her knees. Her breath hitched and her eyes went wide. God, Minhee could just devour her. “Are you ready, princess?” she asked, tilting her head. Jisu swallowed, her throat bobbing. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” she hiccuped. “I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me, unnie.”

Minhee inhaled sharply and dug her nails into Jisu’s thighs. “Fuck, jagi.” She could have made Jisu beg, but now she was getting desperate to see her fall apart too.

The sound Jisu made when Minhee pushed inside of her was enough to make her go entirely insane. She tossed her head back against the pillows and keened high in her throat, the sound becoming a little choked when Minhee pushed her legs back to fold her in half. She panted and whimpered breathlessly as she adjusted to the stretch. The corners of her eyes still glistened with tears. The sight made Minhee a little dizzy.

“Ready for me to move now?”

Jisu nodded rapidly. “Please, please. I need—need— ahhh!”

Minhee gritted her teeth as she snapped her hips forward, punching a loud, debauched moan out of Jisu. She didn’t give her a second to breathe. Her eyes rolled back, choked moans and breathless whines spilling from her parted lips. Her legs trembled. Drool ran down her cheek.

A bead of sweat rolled down Minhee’s temple. She felt closer to the edge than even the vibrator had made her feel, just from the sight of Jisu falling apart. “You’re so fucking perfect. The prettiest girl, holy shit.”

She thrust her hips harder and Jisu’s eyes went wide. “ Fuck— oh, fuck,” she gasped, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. The strength of Minhee’s thrusts had her sliding up the bed.

“Satisfied now that you’re all—filled up?” Minhee asked, breathless. “‘S that what my jagi needed? To be fucked like a slut?”

“Hnnng,” Jisu moaned. “Wan’ more.”

“More?” Minhee gripped her thighs so hard there would be bruises there later. The skin gave so easily under her fingers that they were probably already bruised. “You want more? Why—” she groaned as Jisu spread her legs more, allowing her to press into her more fully. “—why should I give you more?”

“ Unnie!” Jisu whined. “Please, please I—I’m good.”

She pouted at her from between her knees and Minhee went a little cross-eyed. She was weak, so weak for her. “Alright, I’ll give you more, then.” 

She hiked Jisu’s hips up so that her knees could hook over her shoulders and then she slowly slid out. Jisu held her breath. Minhee pulled out, inch by inch, until only the tip was left inside. And then she slammed back into her, her hips meeting her ass with a loud smack! 

Jisu’s mouth fell open and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh fuckkk— Min–unnie!” she moaned. The heels of her feet dug into Minhee’s back, pulling her closer. She was completely bent over her. She could feel Jisu’s breath brushing against her lips with every pant and when sweat dripped down her nose, it landed on Jisu’s cheek. 

“That–hah–that good enough for you, princess?” Minhee gritted through clenched teeth. Jisu only whined in response. 

It only took a few more thrusts for Jisu to start babbling again, senseless pleas and needy little moans tumbling from her lips every couple of seconds. “Please, pl-please unnie, gonna– mmm– gonna come, please!” she gasped. Minhee’s breath hitched and suddenly she was completely overwhelmed with Jisu’s sounds and how she looked beneath her, completely fucked out and desperate. So she turned her head to the side and bit down on her thigh. 

“Ow! Unnie!” Jisu sniffed. She pushed her hips forward, sucking the strap deeper. “Mean, so mean.”

Minhee laughed softly and leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “Shh, maybe, you’re just too cute and too fucking sexy.” Jisu pouted, but her pout was wiped away as soon as Minhee continued her thrusts again. Jisu’s breath stuttered and she whimpered, back arching.

“Oh–I’m gonna come, I’m gonna—”

Minhee stopped her thrusts all together and pulled out, leaving Jisu with nothing but the teasing stimulation of the dildo’s tip brushing against her wet folds. 

Jisu sobbed brokenly and slumped against the bed. “Please–” she cried. “Why’d you stop? I want to come.”

“You’re getting punished, remember baby?” Minhee said. She rubbed a soothing hand over Jisu’s tummy. “Just one more and then you can come. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and wait just a little longer?” 

Jisu’s face was already streaked with new tears but she nodded. “I–I can.”

“That’s my girl.” 

She let Jisu calm down for a bit longer, leaning down to press soft kisses to her mouth. Jisu melted against her, allowing their lips to move together languidly while Minhee’s hands ran up and down her body. Her skin was soft and clammy from sweat and so perfect Minhee could have touched her forever. But she did tell her that she would let her come eventually, so after another minute of kissing, she pulled away and got back into position. 

“Ready, sweetheart? Still want to keep going?”

Jisu smiled softly and wrapped her legs around Minhee’s waist. “‘M ready. We can keep going.” 

Minhee smiled back and gave her thigh a squeeze. “Perfect.”

She wet her lips as she slid back into her cunt. Warmth pooled in her stomach at how easily she sucked the strap and she felt the walls of her own hole clench around nothing at the slick sound it made entering her. She took a deep breath to ground herself. Jisu whimpered softly and looked up at her with pleading eyes and that was all she needed to start fucking into her again. 

This time her thrusts were slower, more calculated, but she still pushed deep, hitting at an angle she knew Jisu liked the most. It was just as effective as fucking her roughly because she couldn’t stay still or keep quiet, hips twitching with every thrust. She was so wet that slick dripped onto Minhee’s hips as it collected on the dildo. It made her mouth water. She’d have to eat her out again after they had rested. 

This time, Jisu reached her peak a lot faster. Soon she was writhing against the bed, the muscles in her stomach fluttering when Minhee rolled her hips. 

“Hnng–unnie please. I’m cl-close so close, let me come please.” 

Minhee smiled down at her, a little condescending, but still sweet. “I told you,” she said, “one more time. Then I’ll let you come.” 

The way Jisu cried out was music to Minhee’s ears. She let Jisu get right to the edge and just before she came, she stopped her thrusts all together again and pulled out, leaving her empty and aching. Jisu whimpered and cried softly beneath her, mumbling out how she wanted to come; “So bad, I need it, unnie.” Minhee sighed lovingly and kissed her calf.

“Shh, jagi, you’ll get to come now. You were so, so good.” 

“I was good?” Jisu asked, eyes sparkling. Minhee’s heart jumped. 

“Of course, so good, my princess.” She let her relax against the bed so she could rest for a moment and so that she could be at a better angle to kiss her. Jisu sighed against her mouth while she carded her fingers through her hair. “How do you want it baby? Want unnie to keep fucking you? Or do you maybe want my fingers?” She reached down between them and ran her fingertips over Jisu’s clit. The shiver and gasp she got in response was a good indication. 

“Can–can I have your fingers, please? Wanna feel you, just you.” 

A smile spread across Minhee’s face and she gave Jisu one last kiss. “Alright, baby, I’ll give you what you want now.”

She sat up and quickly undid the strap and set it off to the side. They were definitely going to have to clean the sheets from how wet it was but that was something for later them to worry about. 

Jisu was waiting patiently when she got back between her thighs. Minhee was shocked she hadn’t even tried to touch herself, not even once. Maybe what she did at the restaurant had been enough bratting for one day. “I’m gonna make you feel so good now, okay?” 

From this angle, it was easy to lean over Jisu and capture her lips in a kiss. Jisu was greedy now, her lips parting immediately and her tongue flicking out to taste Minhee. She kissed her with just as much vigor, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. The wet smack of their lips together and Jisu’s soft moans when she licked into her mouth almost covered up the sound of Minhee’s two fingers slipping into her pussy. Jisu’s moan was unmistakable though, as was the way her hips kicked in response. 

Minhee grinned as she curled her fingers and Jisu moaned. She swallowed the sound down with a kiss, slotting their lips together so that any sound was muffled. When she began thrusting her fingers, Jisu gasped into her mouth and pushed her hips down to meet her hand. The walls of her cunt were hot around her fingers and velvety-smooth, and they sucked her in. 

A groan made its way up Minhee’s throat when Jisu clenched around her. “Fuck,” she mumbled. Her head was spinning—she was dizzy with arousal. “You take me so well, shit. So fucking good.” 

“Unnie,” Jisu whimpered, going a little cross-eyed. Minhee pressed her palm against her clit in response and curled her fingers. “Oh my–oh my gosh. Nghhh–fuck!” She grinded down against her palm, desperate for any stimulation she could get. Insatiable. 

Minhee was so wet between her own legs that it was becoming ridiculous. Jisu’s reactions to getting fingered alone were probably enough to make her come. Her pretty noises sent waves of arousal rolling through her body and the slick squelching sounds of her fingers made her lightheaded. 

“Baby,” she groaned. She spread her fingers and Jisu whimpered. 

“I’m getting—” she cut herself off with a desperate whine as Minhee pumped her fingers deeper. “Hnng—I’m getting close again.” 

Minhee could tell by the way she was clenching around her rhythmically and the way her kisses were turning into nothing more than pants against her mouth. “You can come whenever you want, baby.” 

“Thank you, thank you—”

Minhee started fingerfucking her with more vigor, sliding the digits in and out while Jisu grinded against her hand desperately. She squirmed against the bed and twitched with every curl of Minhee’s fingers and fuck. She was such a sight with her red, swollen lips and eyelashes clumped together with tears. Minhee could finger her like this for hours but she had a promise to keep. 

This time, Jisu couldn’t even warn Minhee. She tossed her head back, her pretty neck arching. The muscles of her stomach went taut and her hole spasmed around Minhee’s fingers, and then she was coming. Wetness spilled over her hand as Jisu trembled and her eyes widened. “Holy shit—”

“ Nghhh,” came Jisu’s weak response. Her juices ran down between Minhee’s fingers and dripped onto the bed, soaking the sheets. Minhee bit her lip. Jisu didn’t squirt often, so seeing it, feeling it, was otherworldly. She had to blink herself back to reality as she fingered her through her orgasm. Fuck, she wanted to take her apart endlessly. 

When Jisu finally came down from her high, chest heaving with her uneven breaths, she whined and covered her face. “Oh my gosh…unnie…I can’t believe I did that.” Embarrassment seeped into her voice and Minhee had half the mind to tease her, but she didn’t. Instead, she slipped her fingers out and brought her hand to her mouth. With a lopsided grin, she sucked her fingers into her mouth and licked between them. 

“Minhee!” Jisu exclaimed, incredulous. “Why would you do that?” 

Minhee giggled and flopped down beside her. “Couldn’t help myself. You always taste good. And I love it when you do that.” She ran her clean hand through Jisu’s messy hair and the younger sighed softly. 

“It’s embarrassing…” she mumbled. 

Minhee chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Nothing embarrassing about it. You’re adorable.”

Jisu gave a playful roll of her eyes and Minhee opened her arms as she scooted closer.

“We need to get cleaned up,” Minhee said. 

“Sleep first,” Jisu mumbled against her chest. “You made me go through three almost orgasms and—” her head suddenly snapped up and her eyes widened. “Minhee-unnie, I never made you come.” Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout which Minhee quickly kissed away. 

“Shh, don’t worry. I came once earlier, remember?” She pressed another reassuring kiss to the corner of Jisu’s mouth. “Besides, I know you’ll make it up to me later, right? With this pretty mouth of yours.” She brushed her thumb over Jisu’s bottom lip, giggling when she shuddered. 

“You’re gonna make me horny again.”

Minhee cackled. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” She continued combing her fingers through Jisu’s hair and pressed her head against her chest. Jisu told her once that hearing her heartbeat after they had sex was always comforting. So she always made sure she could be pressed right up against her. 

“After we have a little nap and a bath, do you want to watch a Studio Ghibli movie with me?” she asked softly after a moment. Jisu nodded vigorously. Her hair tickled Minhee’s neck. 

“Mhm!” she agreed, voice muffled against her chest. 

Minhee smiled and bent her head down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Studio Ghibli it is. I’ll get us some ice cream too.” Jisu made a noncommittal hum and kissed the side of her boob. 

“Sounds perfect, unnie.”

As they cuddled up together, Jisu dozed off, but Minhee’s mind began to wander. She'd discovered some things about herself earlier in the evening that she would have to explore later. But there was no way she would let Jisu ever realize the full extent of how affected she was. They both knew that Jisu's control had been entirely faux control...but as Minhee thought longer, she came to a question; Had it really? 

[begformemortal]

lick me from behind,

let me shove myself back onto your face,

pull me closer with hands under my thighs,

and know that somehow even with me shaking after an orgasm,

you are still my little toy and I'm gonna make you do it again in about 5 minutes.

[d4ezyyy]

I want to mount someone's face and grind on their tongue til I explode, letting them drink me in until I'm right back to gripping their hair and claiming their tongue as mine 😈

[luminous-writes]

Safehouse Secrets

Hallo! This is a random cod oc x oc I wrote for @toshidokii-writes and myself :3

Approx 2108 words

Siren and Wasp had been on a no-contact mission for over 48 hours; no contact with their team, no contact with any high officials besides their direct supervisor who was 500 miles away.

Wasp was used to Siren’s constant silence; she never spoke unless she felt like she needed to, honorable, really. Now, her mask covered up everything but her eyes, which were narrowed in focus as they made their way through the thick foliage of the Russian forest. However, Wasp couldn’t take his own gaze away from Clarissa as she took the lead. It was hard not to notice her hips, which swayed slightly as she walked. It was no secret of what he thought about her, he admitted his crush a few days after joining Task Force 141, but she was all about that “no romance at work” mentality. 

However, a week prior to this assignment, Ghost and Siren went on a solo mission. They were due back at base the same day but ended up staying the night in the car due to weather, when they got home, Ghost and Siren barely looked at each other…

One had to wonder.

“So…” Wasp swallowed his words and was instantly chastised by her phthalo gaze. “Right, so sorry.” He lowered his voice and spoke over comms, still a snarky asshole despite how gentle he tends to be. "How was the mission with Ghost?"

Siren seemed to pause in her stride momentarily before continuing. She shrugged.

Wasp wasn't fooled by her nonchalance. Ghost and Siren were close by working standards, he managed to read each look and movement like it was nothing but a children's novel, something Spencer found himself feeling jealous over. "Are you sure?" 

He felt another prickle of jealousy wring his neck as he watched the back of her head. "Nothing happened that's worth really talking about."

"Sure," Wasp scoffed, feeling petty. If she wouldn't say it outright, then he'd bait it out of her. "everyone sees how you two look at each other; it's all Soap gossips about." 

A wave of green flame overcame him as she spun around. "I don't fuck on the job." The smaller person snarled. "It sounds like Soap needs to do more work instead of gossiping."

Fury lined the edges of Spencer's eyes and he turned away from her. "Whatever you say," he snorted, "I'm your best friend and I just know something happened between you two on that assignment."

For someone so short, Clarissa acted like she was the tallest person in the room. He saw that hickey when she got back a month ago, does she think he's stupid? The way Siren looks at Ghost. Eyebrows scrunched, she continued to lead the way, irritation radiating off of her at the sight of his smug expression. 

They made their way to the safe house in silence. The only sound was the soft tread of their boots and the occasional brush of clothing. Once they got there, the two secured the area and ate two of their MREs. Wasp kept side eyeing his teammate when he thought she didn't notice, jealousy continued to tap at his spine like a hammer and when she finally caught him, the sniper glared. "Are you jealous? Why?" Clarissa growled the question at him, frustration clear in the way she furrowed her brow.

Spencer underestimated how well the shorter person could read emotions. "I'm not jealous." He lied through his teeth but it felt like poison on his tongue.

A swift exhale from her nose. "You are, Wasp." The black haired woman swallowed her food and dug into him. "You've been giving me dirty looks for two days and your questions towards my mission with Ghost are all fueled by your weird jealousy. Stop."

"It's not jealousy… it's just a concern."

"Don't be a dick, Spence." Siren growled, a low warning in her voice. 

Spencer sighed. "I'm not trying to be… you know how I feel about you, right?" He grasped for words like straws. "I'm just trying to understand what happened out there... why you had a hickey."

She stared at him a moment before sighing. "We…" Now she was the one that was struggling, admitting she was wrong was especially hard for the sniper. "We fucked, yeah. But it's not like there's any feelings there, it was just sex."

"Just sex?" Spencer asked flatly.

"Just sex." Siren looked away from him. 

Spencer stared at the cold cement floor of the safe house. "Do you not like me? I just want an answer; I know you don't date at work but we don't plan on staying in the line of duty until we're old and gray, right?" He smiled feebly. "I can wait for you, if you want me to?"

He missed the look of regret in Clarissa's deep green eyes. "I do like you, Spence."

Wasp looked up at her. 

Before he could blink, Siren's lips were on his. Surprised, Spencer leaned into her, placing his hand on the small of her back. At some point, Clarissa's hand traveled up his shirt, tracing his battle scars with careful fingertips. 

Clarissa's lips moved to his jawline, then to his ear, gentle hands tilting his head to the side to give her more access. Humming softly, she nibbled on him. "My pretty boy." 

Siren ran her fingers through his hair softly, tugging at it lightly. Lips like honeysuckle upon his skin left tingles in her wake; Siren's touch felt no less of a goddess'. "Shh…" Her whisper left Spencer begging for more. He squirmed needily in her grasp.

Clarissa's hands traveled lower and Wasp undid his belt with shaky hands. Was this really happening? His best friend, this gorgeous, intimidating, quiet girl wanted him like he'd wanted her all these years. His mind was spinning as she pinned his hands back and kissed his lips. 

Panting, Spencer raised his hips to her with glazed eyes, needing more of her. 

Unable to take it anymore, the man whimpered. "Please… please just take me, sweetheart.” Arching his back, Siren held him close as he rode out his orgasm. “Oh… oh, my sweet petal.” His Irish accent thick on his tongue like honey. “I’m so lucky to have someone who’s as soft as velvet with me.” 

Licking her fingers clean of his juices, Clarissa’s eyes were unreadable as she grabbed his hip and straddled him. “I wouldn’t call my touch velvet, Spence.” She rested her chin on his shoulder and he leaned his head to touch hers. 

Wanting more, Spencer found his hands wandering up her shirt, undoing her bra with one hand while the other explored her breasts, lightly applying pressure on her nipple with a forefinger and thumb. All this attention rewarded Spencer with a soft moan from his best friend turned lover. “Your sounds are foirfeachta, my love.”

“Perfection?” 

He lifted Clarissa’s shirt off and kissed her collarbone. “You’ve been practicing your gaelic.”

She huffed a sigh as he moved his mouth to her breast. “Been around you long enough to know what you call me behind my back.” Siren moaned. Her sounds are music to his ears, the soft and adoring way he looks up at her filling her with both guilt and yearning. Yearning, both physically and emotionally, for more. She wants desperately to be the person he sees her as, but she doesn’t know that she can, if she ever will be that person for him. Clarissa doesn’t know if she’s ever been that person. But here, in this barren safehouse, on this uncomfortable cot, she can be his, just for the moment. Even if… even if it would break his heart. If he was honest with himself, he would realize that they weren’t built for each other, that their personalities clashed far too much for a romantic relationship to properly bloom.

Biting her nipple gently, he rejoiced in her sounds once again. Getting on his knees, he eased her uniform pants off with her help. Siren’s phthalo gaze not meeting Spencer’s mismatched irises could easily be mistaken for nervousness, in reality, it was full of nothing but the heaviest of guilt. 

Wasp kissed her thighs lovingly, they were soft like buttercream, they seemed unfit for someone of such tough nature. Spencer moved up, sliding her underwear down and exposing her to the cold air of the room. Wasp watched as Siren clenched and smiled to himself before pulling her closer to him so he could have easier access. "My, my, so wet already?" His fingers traced the damp pools that Clarissa had created. "So eager." He appreciated her pussy like it was a golden sunrise on the Pacific horizon. 

Like lightning had possessed her, Siren grabbed Spencer's hair in her grasp, with eyes that could intimidate even the toughest of gods, Clarissa Cole whispered her words. "Are you going to admire me all evening or are you gonna eat me out like a good boy?"

A smirk sparked at the edges of her lover's mouth. "I like to admire anything I haven't had before, my petal."

Something in her face changed, Spencer couldn't read it but if he truly knew her as well as he said, he would've seen the realization and shock of what he said. "I- I'm your first?" 

He chuckled. "And I would spend it with no one other than you."

Clarissa's grip on his hair lessened for a moment, as if regretting even being on the cot but regained her composure and returned Spencer's smile. "I'm glad you're sharing it with me, Spence." 

Sick of the anticipation, Spencer used what multiple videos had taught him and begun exploring her sex with his tongue. She tasted… not how he would've expected, which wasn't a bad thing. He used the pointer and middle finger of his left hand to pump into her, Spencer couldn't take his eyes off of her. Back arched, a hand in his hair and one on her breast.

Spencer moaned alongside his lover as he stimulated her clit, Clarissa's constant tugging made him whimper and he used his spare hand to finger himself, desperate for more friction.

"Spen- oh, god…" Siren gasped out, wrapping her thighs gently around his head. "Spencer, how- how is this your first time?"

As he lifted his head from her pussy, Wasp licked his lips. "Am I that good, love?"

Her green eyes were glazed and feverish, messy black hair strands that fell from her usually perfect bun framed her face as her walls clenching around his fingers like a cage. She was beautiful, something more than mythical, no woman was as perfect as she; a goddess in her own sense … in some fucked up way, he understood why Ghost wanted her so bad. 

"You're perfect." Siren said quietly, almost too soft for him to hear.

Blushing, he started again but with a newfound vigor. Her moans were a symphony to Spencer Marsh's ears. His fingers worked harder in her pussy, desperate to please her, to make Siren feel as wonderful as she looked to him. 

"Fuck!" The word escaped her jaws. Her breathing grew deeper and she dug her nails into his scalp.

Not that Spencer was complaining.

His tongue was careful and precise around her clit, not wanting to somehow hurt her. Wasp's own pussy was aching with his touch, breath hitching as he kept his mouth and hands busy. 

"Spence… mmh." Siren's eyes rolled. "I'm so close!"

Thankfully, so was Wasp. Feeling her cum around his fingers sent him over the edge, moaning in unison as they both climaxed together. Wasp gave her pussy one last kiss before getting up and reaching out to Siren softly. However, she got up by herself, legs trembling as the woman got dressed, faced away from him. 

"How was it?" Spencer suddenly felt as if something went very wrong. 

Siren smiled, he was unsure if it was real or not. "That… that was more than amazing, you're a natural, Wasp." She looked at her wrist watch and frowned. "It's time for the final part of our mission though." 

He approached her slowly, like a lion to his queen. "Are you okay?"

Siren nodded, leaning into him. She was faced away but Spencer was none the wiser. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Clarissa put her armored uniform on and waited for Spencer to get his on. 

He followed as directed and they left but not before letting their higher ups know about their departure. 

It was time for the snipers to shine.

divider credit goes to these lovelies ♡

@anitalenia (18+ banner)

@saradika-graphics (blue stars & moon)

thank you!

[bunnysfairy]

face riding a butch, but even after cumming so many times and being so overstimulated, she won’t give me a break and just grabs onto my thighs, pushing them closer to her head so that I can continue cumming all over her face and neck :(

[tomorrowweregoingtobestardust]

big clits got me like

god it’s so good in every way shape or form- sucking off a guy’s swollen t dick, feeling it harden in my mouth; needing to shove my face deep into a woman’s fat folds just to get my lips wrapped around it like the world’s best possible tease; delicately holding it between my fingers, that warmth, that slick, feeling it throb; when it peaks out from the hood just begging to be lavished on— big clits

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Two: Intercrural Sex - Hyunjin/Chan

Tags: trans!Hyunjin (he uses words like pussy, cunt, and clit to describe his genitalia), mentions of gender dysphoria, thigh fucking, top!Chan, bottom!Hyunjin, cunnilingus, squirting

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“Shit–I don’t have any condoms. We ran out last time.” 

Hyunjin stilled underneath Chan, a frown forming on his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, a slight whine in his voice. Chan nodded. An apologetic look twisted his features and Hyunjin sighed. It wasn’t that they weren’t clean, Hyunjin just didn’t want an accidental pregnancy occurring. He struggled with dysphoria enough as it was. 

“It’s fine,” he said after a second, reaching up to cup Chan’s cheek. “Really. You know that’s not the only thing we can do. You could always use that talented tongue of yours,” he said with a giggle, watching with delight as Chan’s face went red. Hyunjin was convinced that Chan could win a Nobel prize for his pussy eating skills alone. 

“Actually well…” Chan started, looking off to the side. He scratched the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try and I dunno, I feel like this is a pretty good opportunity. I can still eat you out but–can I fuck your thighs first?”

The arousal that stirred in Hyunjin’s stomach followed by a throbbing between his legs was almost instant. He squeezed his thighs together and judging by the way Chan’s mouth twisted into a smirk, he noticed the reaction. “You like the sound of that?” Hyunjin scrunched up his face and shoved at Chan’s chest. 

“And? You’re the one that brought it up. Get off me so I can get in position.” Chan cackled as he scooted down the bed and Hyunjin turned over. He knew his face had to be bright red from how it was burning. He got onto his hands and knees and squeezed his thighs together. From this position Chan would be able to see just how wet Hyunjin was from the foreplay they had done earlier and the sudden influx of arousal from just the idea of Chan fucking his thighs. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this sight. Can’t wait to taste you after this,” he said. He slipped a finger between Hyunjin’s folds and Hyunjin inhaled sharply at the contact. “You’re so wet for me, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin huffed to mask a moan. Chan’s dirty talk always frustrated him because he wanted him to just get to it but he also simultaneously loved it too much. “You’re no better,” Hyunjin said back. “I could feel you dripping against my leg.” 

“And? You’re so sexy and gorgeous, how could I not be dripping for you, baby?” 

Hyunjin wanted to cringe but Chan knew exactly how much words of praise affected him. “Can you–Chan, please,” he said, the pulsing in his cunt already becoming too much. Chan slid his fingers over Hyunjin’s clit and he hissed. Fuck, why did Chan have to be such a tease. “Hyung.” 

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Chan said amusedly. “Let me grab the lube.” He got off the bed to go search for their lube that they kept mostly for the times Chan wanted Hyunjin to fuck him with his strap. 

He returned quickly and climbed back onto the bed behind Hyunjin, much to his relief. The click! of Chan uncapping the bottle of lube echoed through the room and Hyunjin shivered. He spread a decent amount over his cock and his breath hitched and even though it was such a slight sound it went straight to Hyunjin’s cunt. His walls clenched around nothing and he wished Chan could actually fill him tonight and fuck him properly. But any touch from Chan would be good. 

“Your thighs are so fucking pretty. I’ve always loved them so much,” Chan muttered, reaching out to squeeze the supple flesh beneath Hyunjin’s ass. His skin burned under Chan’s touch and he held back a whimper. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, yeah?” 

Hyunjin did as he was told and scooted his knees closer together so that his inner thighs pushed together. “Yeah, that’s it,” Chan said. Hyunjin could almost hear the pleased smile in his voice. 

He practically held his breath as he waited for Chan to touch him. As Chan’s hands made their way around his waist–a place he used to be so insecure about because of his stupid dysphoria before Chan showed him how much he loved it–a shiver went up his spine and goosebumps rose across his skin. The tip of Chan’s cock tapped against the little crevice between Hyunjin’s thighs and he felt the wetness of precum and lube smear around his skin. 

Chan’s cock finally slipped between Hyunjin’s clenched thighs and his breath hitched. “Shit, your thighs are so soft. Fucking perfect,” he groaned. He squeezed Hyunjin’s hips and his core ached. And the aching only increased when Chan began moving his hips, thrusting between Hyunjin’s thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did when fucking Hyunjin regularly. Knowing he was pleasuring Chan made warmth spread from his head to his toes in tingly waves. 

His legs began to tremble as Chan snapped his hips forward, the wet squelch of his lubed cock sliding between his thighs the only sound apart from Chan’s heavy breathing and low moans. His shaft rubbed over Hyunjin’s clit with every thrust and even the slight pressure had him moaning. His thighs were so sensitive too, and were usually the first place Chan went during foreplay. Just a few kisses had Hyunjin so riled up that he was dripping, soaking through his boxers. Having Chan fucking his dick between them seemed to be no different. Hyunjin could feel himself getting wetter and knew he was probably glistening. 

“Fuck this is–shittt,” Chan swore, his words getting cut off when Hyunjin clenched his thighs. “Knew this–this would be good. ‘M gonna come soon. Then I promise–promise I’ll make you feel so good, Jinnie. Gonna make you come on my fingers and mouth. You’d like that, yeah?” 

“Ahhh, hyung,” Hyunjin whimpered. He bit his bottom lip and his stomach flipped. He loved when Chan got talkative during sex. Half the time he would shut him up with a kiss but that was only because it got him so horny he could barely take it. “C-could probably come from just this,” he said. He’d always been sensitive, but ever since getting on testosterone his libido had gone up substantially and he’d gotten even more sensitive. And the way the tip of Chan’s cock hit his swollen clit with every snap of his hips was bringing him close embarrassingly fast. 

“Yeah?” Chan asked rhetorically. His voice came out strained, breathless. Hyunjin could tell he was close. 

“C-come on, hyung,” Hyunjin stuttered. “Pain my thighs with your cum. M-mark me.” 

Chan’s hips stuttered and he moaned. The grip he had on Hyunjin’s waist made his head spin. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. 

Hyunjin’s cunt clenched and he flexed his thighs so Chan would have a tighter hole. “Co-come on me Channie, please.” 

“Shit.” Hyunjin’s insides turned molten as Chan moaned and slipped his cock out from between his thighs so he could spill his cum all over the back of Hyunjin’s thighs and ass. Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of his release coating his skin, and then Chan was flipping him over onto his back. “H-hyung, the bed,” he gasped. Heat twisted in his stomach at the act of strength. Fuck, he loved when Chan mandhandled him.

“We can wash the sheets. I wanna see your face when I look up at you,” he said. He grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs and spread them apart and then dropped his head down. Hyunjin choked on a moan when Chan flattened his tongue over his folds and dragged it over his hole to his clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and Hyunjin’s legs jerked. 

“Nghhh, oh my gosh,” Hyunjin gasped. He tossed his head back into the sheets and writhed against the bed as Chan sucked on his clit and licked into his hole with vigor. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” Chan groaned, his words vibrating against Hyunjin’s sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue over his clit and his back arched off the bed. 

“O-ohh fu-uckk, Chan, Chan,” Hyunjin chanted. “I’m gonna–fuck–’m coming s-soon.” 

“Yeahh, come for me, wanna taste you.” Chan resumed his ministrations as soon as he was done talking, alternating between thrusting his tongue into Hyunjin’s hole and licking over his clit. Hyunjin’s abdomen tensed and he clenched desperately around Chan’s tongue whenever he licked into him. Pleasure zipped up his spine and he clenched his fists. 

“I-I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpered. His body went taut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. He came so hard that clear liquid spilled out of him, coating Chan’s tongue. “Oh shit,” Hyunjin mumbled. Fuck, did he just squirt? 

Chan drank it up greedily, licking any of it off of him until Hyunjin grabbed his hair to stop him, too overstimulated to let him continue. When Chan sat up he immediately grabbed Hyunjin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hyunjin didn’t even care that he could taste himself. 

“Holy shit,” Chan mumbled as he pulled away. “Can’t believe that got you to squirt. You hardly ever do that.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin breathed with a shaky laugh. “My thighs are just fucking sensitive. And I don’t know, it was hot…you’re hot. And your mouth is godly.” 

Chan laughed, leaning up to peck his lips. “And your thighs are godly.” He squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh and Hyunjin scrunched his nose. 

“Stop that,” he scolded. Chan chuckled again. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s take a bath now, yeah? Unless you wanna sit in both of our cum.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll take a bath now.” He made grabby hands and smiled sweetly. “Carry me?” 

Chan sighed and nodded. “Alright, I’ll carry you.” Hyunjin giggled happily as Chan wrapped his arms around him and carried him off to the bathroom. 

[amatoriyum]

Not the most coherent collection of pictures but I’m feeling this so deeply right now 🤤

[abusedunicornia]

@ my partners 💗🥰

[lateantiquechud]

Is Cunnilingus a Psyop?

>The only way you'll ever marry is if you go down on her. If you're not willing to eat pussy, you'll keep having failed relationships over and over.

>Some girls will cheat on you with guys who love the taste of pussy.

>Some girls will resent you, call you hypocritical for expecting blow jobs.

>Even the most loving girls will secretly resent being deprived pleasure and experience.

If you you are repelled by a spread open vagina, but still prefer the feminine body, your dating pool has significantly reduced.

Are most lonely men just straight dudes who are grossed out by slimy vaginas?

Why are our overlords select breeding human males to have "vagina-eating" desires?

[ur-local-snowman]

A short-ish Fiddlestan drabble based on a silly convo my and my friends had.....

It's posted here on Ao3 as well:

Mind the tags of course.... Enjoy 💜

How'd he get here? Hell what time is it? It didn't really matter. Not when he couldn't form a thought coherent enough for it to matter... Not when such a delicious meal right in front of him. He felt drunk off the taste, completely obsessed. Fiddleford pinned on his back, Stan's large hands holding his hips down against the couch as the Mechanics legs were hiked up on his shoulders.

The poor man was whining, squirming desperately for any sort of leeway to move. One of Stan's hands on his hip, the other pressing down on his lower stomach, his thumb rubbing at the tuft of pubes sitting there.

Stan's tongue lapped expertly at his partners folds, slow calculated strokes of the muscle needed to completely unravel Him. At this point he'd lost count how many orgasms he'd coaxed out Fiddleford, the poor man grabbing at his hair, unsure if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer as another orgasm was building up inside him.

"Lee- Stanley o-ohhhh Christ..." Fiddleford was panting, whimpering. His ankles crossed behind Stan's head, one hand grabbing at the couch cushions beneath him with the other at Stan's hair. He grabbed a good fistful, pulling Stan closer into him, the man's stubble scratching at his thighs as he closed them around his head.

Stan glaced up at Fiddleford through his lashes, completely enamored by how his partner looked under him. The sight only spurred him on, shifting his position from laying on his stomach to sitting on his knees hunched over fiddleford. As he sat up, he pulled Fidds' body with him, the man now being almost lifted of the couch.

"Stanley!? What in the hell are ya- Ohhh Christ Almighty..." Fiddleford couldn't even finish his thought before Stan was back at it, lapping and sucking like an animal starved for days. His tongue rolling and swirling around Fidds' sensitive clit before his mouth wrapped around it, sucking harshly as his ring and middle finger slid easily into him, making Obscene squelching sounds as they moved in him. Stan's eyes never left his partners face, watching how his cheeks flush, how he drools and pants, how he bites at his hands to keep quiet before ultimately failing, small whimpers and whines turning into deep groans and whorish moans.

Fiddleford could feel that coil tightening deep in his stomach, the familiar feeling making him all the more desperate.

"Stanley- Lee please... Please Darlin I cant- I can't I can't I can't I need to- ohhhh I can't take it any more Please..."

The poor Mechanic's word slurred together like he was drunk. He could feel his body tensing, clenching around Stan's fingers as they relentlessly thrusted in and out, stopping only to curl and rub against his most sensitive spots. Stan couldn't help how his partner's begging made his own cock twitch. Having been painfully hard this entire time, refusing to touch himself or let himself be touched until Fiddleford had been thoroughly pleased. Though coming closer to another release he let himself have some freedom, his hips bucking against nothing as he pulled his fingers away, making Fidds whine at the loss before immediately being replaced by a shaky moan as Stan's s tongue moved down to take over while he quickly freed himself from the confines of his jeans.

Spreading his own precum around himself, mixing it with the fluids on his fingers from fiddleford he wrapped his hand around his length, his other hand against Fiddlefords back to hold him up. Stan Groaned deeply into Fidds' cunt, the sound almost turning into a small whimper at the end. The sound of him and the vibrations it passed along were just enough to push fiddleford over the edge, legs pressing closed around Stan's head, squishing his face as his body trembled and twitched. Stan didn't let up, continuing to lap at his cunt like a dog until Fiddleford was physically pushing his face away, a weak "please" escaping the man.

Stan stopped what he was doing, placing a soft kiss to the side of his inner thigh before letting the man down. Except he wasn't done just yet. Not wanting to overstimulate his partner too much he opted for the next best thing. Grabbing Fiddlefords legs, he carefully maneuvered them closed, pulling him closer before pushing himself between Fidds' thighs. Stan panted and groaned, deep grunts leaving him as he thrusted into his partners thighs, quickly reaching his own high, splurting white ropes onto his stomach.

Stan had let go, leaning down and pressing several little soft kisses along Fiddleford's neck and shoulders, a soft hum escaping him as he nuzzles gently into the warmth of his body. He opted to just lay there, basking in the afterglow as his partner was slowly coming back down to reality....