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[extra-gray]

Sunoo getting his neck bit in the concept trailer is driving me INSANE

Like imagine how it would be to bite or suck on his neck. He would be squirming and whimpering holy fuckk

MDNI!

AN: Anon, you’re so beautiful for this. Pls ignore any mistakes.

PAIRING: Kim Sunoo x Gender-neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Subby Sunoo, sort-of public sex, some dirty talk, handjob (tell me if I missed anything)

You had Sunoo pinned up against the door of a spare dressing room. One you pulled him away to, while the others were getting their hair and makeup done for the concert. His anxious hands gripped at your waist, while your own slipped up the back of his shirt. You felt his sturdy yet delicate frame, his warm muscles as he trembled against you.

“W-we can’t—“ he breathes out, shuddering and hanging his head as your nails drag down his soft skin. It stung, leaving a trail of heat down his back.

You could hear his heavy breathing right in your ear, shaky and desperate already. And you were barely touching him. But you pinning him against the door alone was enough to make his cock swell.

You could feel it against your thigh. Rock solid and twitching with every small move you make. His knees are already buckling.

“You don’t want it?” You say as you bury your face in the crook of his neck— knowing just what kind of reaction you’d get out of him.

“A-ah—“ he whines and instinctively tilts his head to give you better access, whispering your name under his breath.

He chokes on his words as your lips meet his neck, kissing lightly and bringing your hands to his lower back. You pull him impossibly closer towards you, parting your lips and swirling your tongue in circles in the most sensitive spot that you knew tortured him.

“F-fuck!”

He sinks into you, getting heavier in your hold, and his whines start slipping through his heavy breaths.

And then you’re sucking on the spot you just licked, and he’s wrapping his arms fully around you. You’re filled with his delicious scent, and you have no choice but to devour him.

You sink your teeth into his neck and grind against his body— listening to the way his words turn into strangled moans at the friction you created.

His hips grind against yours, “B-baby,” he whines, and he’s starting to squirm… every single kiss igniting him. He’s on fire, falling apart at the way you attack the sensitive spots of his neck.

His noises are getting louder and louder, more and more desperate with each little mark you leave. And then he’s grabbing one of your hands to push it down towards his dick.

You laugh softly, detaching from his neck to take a look at his face. Pink, rosy cheeks and glossy eyes that are full of desperation.

“Touch me... Please,” he begs, unable to even look at you as he keeps trying to guide your hand down to his aching erection.

You smirk and kiss along his jaw, “You want me to take care of you, babyboy?”

“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer, his breath catching in his throat. He grips at your bicep once your fingers dip into his waistband.

“Are you horny for me baby? Just from some innocent little neck kisses?” You tease, stopping right at his mons pubis and digging your nails into the skin.

It wasn’t just neck kisses. And it definitely wasn’t innocent. But he loved when you talked to him like this.

He whimpers, “A-ah fuck— yes!”

“Good boy,” you praise before reaching all the way in and grabbing his cock and balls. He twitches and gasps immediately, trembling from your touch. You pull it out, wrapping your hand around the base.

And you go back to his neck. Kissing, licking, sucking. Leaving dark marks everywhere, knowing damn well the other members and staff are going to see. But you don’t care. The way he folds beneath you is intoxicating, and you can’t get enough.

You start stroking him slowly, pulling his foreskin down and feeling him throb in your palm. He’s pent up and solid, leaking like a fountain.

“So good… so good…” he whines, unable to stay still while you touch him. He rocks his hips and throws his head back, already pathetically close.

His precum drips down, and you use it to slick his cock and stroke faster. You kiss along his throat and feel the vibrations as he moans like nobody could hear them.

“Cum for me Sunoo,” you say before licking a stripe all the way from his adams apple to his jaw, and with a violent shudder, he pulls your body flush against his.

“O-oh my god!” He cries out, lost in his own pleasure, “Bite me- fuck- please… I-I’m cumming!”

As soon as he announces his climax, you bite down on his neck hard and listen to the way his orgasmic moans break just slightly from the pain.

“What a good boy…”

His cum is sticky between your clothes, your hand still gently stroking and milking the rest out. He’s slumped over in your arms, breathing heavy and struggling to keep himself upright.

You kiss his neck a few more times before fully embracing him, and it surprises you when he speaks suddenly.

“Thank you,” his voice is breathy and quiet.

You hug him tighter and pat his back, “Don’t be too thankful,” you cringe slightly, “You’re gonna need a lot of makeup to cover that up…”

“Uuuughhh!”

[romanreigns]

hair™ || 11/8/24 edition

[hithisiszooz]

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 317

IMAGINE THIS: Lil baby Damian, bored and being not quite old enough to start learning how to use proper weapons (curse these wooden ones, he wants true steel!) is wandering the base. This is not out of the ordinary, he’s the prince after all. What is out of the ordinary is that his shadow, his Akhi, is not here. 

Technically, he should be napping, but he woke up and neither his mother or his brother- who is quiet but gentle and isn’t a good speaker (mother said it was from a head injury)- is there. Which is how he finds his way to the Pit, which he’s not supposed to be at. Or at least not alone. 

But! His mother and Akhi are there! And- and Akhi is screaming and he’s never heard him scream like that, like he’s in agony- His eyes are green- they were blue, had, had Mother placed him in the Waters- 

And then the pool is bubbling- he should be running away, get assistance or something, he’s five, he shouldn’t be running towards it when everything is screaming to flee. But one moment he’s at the doorway, the next he’s clinging to his akhi as something writhes in the Pit, a mighty bellow echoing even as the Shadows take defensive positions. 

The water cascades, laps at their feet, splashes everywhere as a scaled form rises from the depths, wings like a bloodied sunset spreading as fur bursts into flames. Crimson eyes glare down at them all, pupils slits as they bare down at his Akhi. 

The creature- the dragon- dips its head down, its breath warm as it chuffs at his akhi, wings folding as though it is bowing. His akhi is clinging to Mother, shivering, several scars glowing as they fade and a burst of hair burned white. 

Oh. 

Oh.

@fairy-lights-and-blobs @f4nd0m-fun @hdgnj @radiance1 pspspspsps

[kibby-reaper]

jude deserved his own tier so i made him one

- mod kibby

[jaimrennnn]

some people have requested I post the ‘offering of moonlight’ of Jem’s perspective on his first kiss with Tessa and here is it

@light-black-stairs @lxdyblackthorn

[wodania]

songbirds and snakes 🕊🐍

[highlynerdy]

Watercolor lettering of this post by @drops-of-universe because if this ain't the Tumblr/Fandom Experience™️ then I don't know what is

[manderleyfire]

And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.

[afraidparade]

got me some of them fancy shmancy acrylic markers so i decided to use lam hiding behind a leaf (for some reason) as my inaugural test doodle

[arinmoss]

M I K U

[extra-gray]

— DRUNK

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!!

PAIRING: Choi Jongho x FtM/Afab Reader

WARNINGS: Anatomical terms like (pussy, clit), dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, pussy eating, creampie, cum eating (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: One night, while drunk with Jongho and the rest of Ateez, you accidentally admit that you want Jongho to fuck you. How will he react?

A/N: Please excuse any mistakes! Feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

That following morning, you wake up with your head pounding. And then you start to notice how stiff your body feels. When you finally open your eyes, you realize you’re not in your bed. Matter of fact, you’re not even home.

You sit up in a panic, but quickly realize you were at Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Jongho’s dorm— where everyone gathered last night to drink until they passed out. It slowly came back to you, but you were more focused on the fact that you had been passed out on the floor. Inches away from the couch.

Once you calm yourself down, you notice the jacket on your lap that you had been covered with. When you pick it up to inspect it, you realize it belonged to Jongho. It was the jacket he wore last night. You can’t help your fluttering heart, thinking about him being just as drunk as you but still going out of his way to be a gentleman.

But the sweet moment only lasted a second more before you heard a groan from the hallway. You tried your best to stand, Jongho’s jacket still in your arms as you stumbled trying to catch your balance.

Looking around the house, you cringed. It was a mess. And all the members of Ateez were also passed out in random places. Except Jongho, who was the one groaning in the hallway.

He clearly just came out of his room, probably struggling to stay upright. At least he got to his bed.

And then there were images of last night hitting you like a truck and flooding your mind all at once. When you met Jongho’s eyes from across the room, you froze.

“Jongho…” you say from where you sat on the couch next to him, both of you drunk and singing along to whatever songs were on. All the other members were playing in the kitchen.

You couldn’t even see straight, or talk without slurring your words.

He turns his head towards you, and you’re barely aware of how close you were. You smile and put your hand on his thigh.

“I want you to fuck me.”

As you watch his eyes widen, the moment was suddenly interrupted by Mingi’s loud voice, “Guys! Come play this next round with us!”

Before you could even think to speak, both Mingi and Yunho were pulling you guys to the kitchen. You almost immediately forgot about your confession since you were so drunk, and it seemed as if Jongho did too.

You shake your head, not wanting to remember anymore. You slap your hands over your face and rub your eyes, “Jesus Christ…”

“Headache?”

You lift your head in confusion. Did Jongho not remember? If he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking so casually to you like this.

Clearing your throat, you drop his jacket to the floor so he wouldn’t see you had it, and nod, “U-uh… yeah.”

He hums and makes his way to the kitchen, with you slowly following. You lean against the counter and watch him pour a glass of water. He hands it to you.

With his arm outstretched, he looks at you with unwavering eyes. You silently confirm it in your head. There’s no way he remembers. He wouldn’t be that calm.

So you smile sweetly as always, taking it from him and trying to ignore the way your heart dropped to your stomach as your fingers brushed together, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

You look into the living room and look at the members’ sleeping faces while you sip on the water. It seemed like everyone collectively agreed to sleep on the floor.

Jongho started brewing coffee, “Do you want me to make you some?” He asked with his back turned to you, “It’ll help with the hangover.”

Honestly, you couldn’t even handle being alone with him right now. Well, as alone as you could be with an apartment full of unconscious men on the floor.

Coffee sounded amazing, but you needed to get out of here. You begin to quickly drink the rest of your water, a feeling of unbearable anxiousness in your chest.

When you finish, you place the glass down and go to the cabinet to grab a trash bag, “I’m gonna clean up and then go home, alright? I’ll get coffee on my way back.”

Reaching up to open the cabinet, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. It startled you, and your body went hot. You turn your head to see Jongho inches away from you, and you lock eyes again. You wanted to die. You couldn’t help the dark blush that spread across your face.

“I’ll make them clean up after themselves. I’m sure you’re tired, so you can just go home. I’ll walk you to your car.”

His hand drops from your back. You shiver.

“A-are you sure?” You ask.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.”

So you both put on your shoes and walk out the door. He gets the elevator for you, and it was dead silent. Even the walk through the parking lot. At times like these, you wished Jongho wasn’t a gentleman.

You stop by your car and turn to him awkwardly, “Um… thanks. Thank you,” you go to open the door, your anxiety still pounding in your chest. But then he speaks, halting your movements.

“Did you mean it?”

Your hand stays firm on the handle, your stomach suddenly in knots. You honestly feel dizzy, blood running cold as you hoped and prayed he didn’t mean what you think he meant.

“Mean wh-what?” You respond in a near whisper, unmoving. You couldn’t face him.

“What you said to me last night.”

You can’t breathe.

His tone isn’t angry, but it’s firm. You can tell he’s serious. When you’re quiet for a bit too long, Jongho’s hand slams against the car window. His palm flat against the glass as he traps you there, his chest brushing slightly against your back.

“I know you remember.”

You jump at the sudden movement, and then your body stiffens. You clench your jaw to hold in the gasp that almost threatened to come out, breathing heavy and unsteady. You could hear your heart in your ears.

You can feel him leaning in closer then, his breath ghosting your neck. He’s looking at you through the reflection on the window, and you’re looking back. His expression was unreadable. Blank.

“Did you mean it…” he spoke slowly, gaze unwavering, “When you said you wanted me to fuck you?”

The atmosphere was suffocating. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if your silence confirmed it, because he hummed and stepped away.

“Don’t worry,” his tone was casual now as he turned to leave, “I want you too.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“You’ve been a lot clingier with Jongho lately,” San says before he shoves a bite of food in his mouth. Next to him was Wooyoung, both sitting side by side across from you and Jongho in the booth of the restaurant they brought you to.

“He has!” Wooyoung perked up, as if he’d been thinking it at the moment as well.

You and Jongho were sitting a bit too close, him silent as his hand groped at your bare thigh under the table. You were trying your best to keep it together, joining in the conversation every once in a while or laughing to make everything seem normal.

When in reality, you were fucking soaked. The feeling of Jongho’s strong hand on your thigh made it extremely hard to focus. Why now, and here out of all places, has he decided to make a move?

It’s been over a week, nearly two, since the incident. And not once has Jongho acted any different, or made any sort of move. You had been restless, waiting for a sign. But you started to lose hope, and your insecurities took over.

You even questioned your sanity at one point. Did Jongho actually confess? Did you hear him wrong? Maybe he changed his mind.

It was torture, pretending everything was normal around him and everyone else. He never even gave you a lingering glance. So why now?

“H-have I?” You stuttered, laughing a bit too nervously as you fumbled with your chopsticks to take way too big of a bite so you wouldn’t have to talk.

You glanced over at Jongho, who had no expression on his face. As usual. And then his hand snaked further up your thigh, pushing up your shorts. You nearly choke.

Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, “And how come he lets you hang all over him? I thought you hated skinship!”

Jongho raised his head at that, now looking at the two.

“Why don’t you hit or push him away like you do us?” San added.

He blinked a few times, all while his hand was grabbing at your inner thigh. He made you spread your legs, pulling one close to him so your thighs were touching. You actually choke this time.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need the heimlich?” San asked like a worried mother, and Wooyoung pushed your drink towards you as you coughed violently, beating on your chest.

Jongho removed his hand from your thigh and started patting and rubbing your back, grabbing your drink for you and holding it as you sucked on the straw.

After you slightly recovered, you take the drink from Jongho, “Ah… thank you—“

Then suddenly, his thumbs are brushing against your cheeks to wipe your tears. When he looks into your eyes, his movements halt, and your chest feels hollow.

You felt something deep inside, entranced by his beautiful eyes. But the moment only lasted a second before he cleared his throat and looked away— burying his face in his food.

San and Wooyoung just watched in silence, with Wooyoung biting back a big shit eating grin.

The rest of the night was fine. Jongho didn’t touch you again, and he barely spoke to you… but it was fine. You were riding in the backseat with him, San driving and Wooyoung in the passenger seat. They were having their own conversation, and you just stared out the window.

You honestly felt depressed, and it would’ve been clear if the car wasn’t so dark. The only indication anyone had was your silence, which wasn’t exactly out of character for you. But you didn’t care right now.

It was upsetting, being teased, thinking you might finally get what you’ve been wanting, only to be ignored. You were frustrated, and tired.

And then, you felt Jongho lean in.

He brushed your hair behind your ear and whispered, his voice low and silky smooth, “When we get back, I want you in my bed immediately. Undressed.”

Your body ignited almost instantly, throbbing with the most intense desire you’ve ever felt. It was debilitating in the moment, making your head spin with the thoughts you’ve been trying to push down forever.

And then San pulled up to the dorm building, where Jongho, Wooyoung, and Hongjoong stayed. San was sleeping over, just like you were, so you all headed up to the apartment in mostly silence.

“Hongjoong won’t be home tonight, so he said you can sleep in his room,” Wooyoung said as he unlocked the front door, “We’re gonna hang out in the living room if you guys wanna join.”

You glanced over at Jongho and then back to the other boys, “Uh… I’m actually quite tired. And Hongjoong’s bed is comfy, so I’ll just go to sleep now,” you smile softly, “But I’ll make it up to you guys by cooking breakfast in the morning.”

You say your goodnights, and Jongho distracts them while you slip away to his room.

Being in Choi Jongho’s room made your heart flutter. He’d never let you in before. It smelled like him, and your body started getting hot. Skin prickling while you looked around.

Hesitantly, you began undressing. Removing one article of clothing at a time, slowly as your hands shook. You felt so insecure in the moment, wondering if Jongho would really like what he saw.

Once fully naked, with a slight chill to your skin despite being on fire with lust, you climb into his bed. Leaning your back against the headboard. Filled with the smell of him, you grip at the sheets. Just being naked in his bed made you unbelievably horny.

You could feel yourself dripping in anticipation. Your chest was heaving. One of your hands rested on your lower stomach, and you could hear the sound of laughter in the other room.

It was hard, your clit. Throbbing, even. Your legs spread, and your hand inched lower and lower. Until your fingers come in contact with your stiff length.

You moaned, “Jongho…” and let your fingers trail even lower to tease your dripping hole. You kept your eyes closed, whimpering while you imagined Jongho’s touch. And then they slipped inside, reaching as far as possible.

You were so wet, you could feel it dripping down to your ass. And you weren’t even worried about making a mess right now, pumping your fingers in and out your pussy. Filling the silent room with lewd noises.

“Fuck,” you whined, “J-Jong—“ you fucked yourself harder, curling your fingers and ramming into your g spot with a desperation that you’ve never felt before.

And then, the door clicked open. You almost didn’t hear, until it loudly closed.

You jumped, startled, and pulled your fingers out immediately. You close your legs and wrap your arms around your chest, snapping your neck towards the doorway. It was Jongho.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you opened your mouth to speak, before he interrupted you.

“Were you touching yourself?” He spoke, his soft voice ringing in your ears. But there was an obvious hint of dominance behind it. He locked the door, and let his jacket slide off his body and to the floor.

Your throat suddenly went dry, “I—“ you swallowed as you watched him undo his belt slowly.

“You want me that bad?” He sounded condescending, his eyebrows raising. Your eyes dart to the belt that thunked on the floor, and quickly back at him.

He smirked, walking closer, “What’s the matter, baby?”

Baby. Hearing that from him made you weak. Your body trembled, and your insides ached.

He climbed onto the bed, “Have you changed your mind?” Getting real close until his body hovered over yours.

You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake your head, chest heaving as your blood pumped violently in your veins, “N-no.”

“Then…” he grabbed onto your knees and pushed your legs apart forcefully, “Show me how you were touching yourself.”

When he forced your legs open, you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped your throat. Desperate and whiny. Filled with pure lust. His strength made you gush with even more arousal.

He looked down, and you saw his eyes sparkle. One of his eyebrows twitched. He exhaled heavily, “God… you’re this wet for me?”

He licked his lips while your hand trailed down the front of your body to rest on your pelvis, “I can’t help it…” you spread your folds for him, your clit throbbing, “I need you so bad.”

You can see him clench his jaw, and his hands slide down to grip at your soft thighs, “You’re fucking soaked baby…” he pressed against you, making you feel his clothed erection. You were taken over by an intense heat, and you began touching yourself like he asked.

He smiled and lifted his shirt up over his head, pulling it off and exposing his soft, naked torso. You were almost drooling, fingers slipping inside your hole once again. He was so hot, and so close. You couldn’t take it.

“Kiss me. Please.”

He obliged, smirking before allowing your lips to meet. You moaned as soon as they did, melting into the softness of his. Your free hand going to touch his chest, while the other pumped faster.

The kiss was quick, sweet, and electrifying. You begin to whine in protest when he parts, almost opening your eyes, but Jongho drinks your voice as he kisses you again.

This time, slipping his tongue into your mouth. All the while, his hands were roaming your naked body. Feeling every inch, groping everything he could. You were so close, his clothed cock pressed against your soaking pussy, and the rough material against such a sensitive place made you even hornier.

You moan into the kiss, falling apart at the seams while you tasted him. You felt hollow, almost like you were floating. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening.

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, and you realize how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’ve needed this. You take out your fingers and start moving your hips against his, soaking through his jeans as you rubbed against him.

You deepen the kiss then, tilting your head ever so slightly to taste more. You can hear and feel his breath getting quicker by the second, his hands getting needier. Scratching lightly down your ribs, gripping at your hips, and coming back up to graze over your nipples.

And eventually, he was moving too. Your hips were in sync, parting your lips to take in air for only half seconds. You sucked on each other’s tongues, bit each other’s lips, moaned in each other’s mouths. It was pure bliss.

Your hands go to his shoulders, squeezing the muscles, and then he finally breaks the kiss. Your eyes open, your vision hazy, but you’re focused on the beautiful man above you. He’s panting. His lips still parted, eyes hooded and staring.

Still out of breath, he places hot wet kisses down your neck, snaking his arm under you when you arch your back.

“Fuck,” you roll your hips more, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive areas of skin, and stops by your ear, “Undo my jeans.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you absolutely didn’t want to hesitate. He reattaches to your neck, eventually going for your throat to bite harder and leave darker marks.

Your shaky hands slide down the front of his body to his jeans, and you fumble with the button until you get it. And then you pull down the zipper.

You take a moment to feel everything. Jongho’s soft lips exploring your body, his nails digging into your waist, the waves of pleasure every time your chests touch. His scent is so thick, so strong. Nearly suffocating, in the most addictive way. And then you set him free.

His pants and boxers are pulled down to his thighs, and he hums in your ear. His actions pause as he maneuvers them all the way off, and you finally look at his fully naked body once he sits back on his knees.

“Jesus christ—“ you almost choke. His thick thighs looked even better uncovered, and my god his cock.

It was hard and pulsing, his flushed tip peeking out of his foreskin. He was above average in length, thick, and his balls were big and full.

He reached down to cup his balls and squeeze, “Is this what you want?”

You have never seen this side of Jongho before. The confidence was oozing off of him, and rightfully so. You spread your legs impossibly wider, your hard clit throbbing just like his dick.

“Please.”

Your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t stand another second without his cock. So he grabs you by the waist and pulls you down the bed, until your soaking pussy comes in contact with his length. His warmth radiated through your core, and hold onto his biceps.

“So fucking wet…” he sighs, grabbing his cock and rubbing against your clit. Poking your hole and then sliding through your folds again.

“Shit,” you swallow hard, “Please fuck me, Jongho. Please. I need you so fucking bad.”

He looks you in the eyes and wastes no time sliding his dick in, not even giving you a minute to adjust to the size. He seems to smirk at your expression, one mixed with pleasure and pain.

You gasp, arching your back as your eyes close. He hits your cervix, and you can feel his warm balls against your ass. Your nails claw into his biceps.

“Look at you…” he cooed, his right hand running down your body as the left grabbed your thigh and pushed your leg up, “That pussy opened up so good for me.”

His words made you throb around him, and you could hear his breath shake slightly. His self control was amazing… but there was no doubt he was just as pent up and horny. Just feeling how stiff he was inside you was proof enough.

You open your eyes, and you reach out to pull him in so you could kiss along his jaw. He moans, and you feel him pull out halfway— dragging along your walls. And then he slams back in, making you cry out a bit louder than you should have.

“J-Jongho!” You bury your face in his neck, whining into his soft skin as he continues to ram right into you with deep strokes. Ones that nearly take your breath away each time.

“You’re doing so good,” he says lowly as he looked down to watch the way your pussy swallowed him, “Just keep taking it like that, babyboy.”

“Oh my god—“ you gasp and cling to him tight, feeling your body start to tingle as the sound of him fucking you filled the room, “Fuck! Fuck me!”

You don’t even think about San and Wooyoung in the other room, how there’s no way they can’t hear you right now. Because Jongho’s dick felt way too good… and his moans were becoming more frequent. And they were right in your ear.

You could hear his labored breathing, his groans, his gasps. And then he sits up, manhandling you and pushing your knees up to your chest. The way he effortlessly maneuvers you has you even more breathless than before. He pulled his dick out of your tight hole, and he bends down until his mouth is on your pussy.

As pathetically easy as it was, you felt yourself getting close just from feeling his tongue press flat against your slit. You grip the sheets, “H-holy— Wait!” Your abdomen tightens and your thighs begin to shake even harder, “Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum Jongho!”

He huffs out a laugh against your pussy, and takes your clit into his mouth. Your hole is clenching desperately around nothing, and you swear you’re about to faint. His tongue swirls around the tip, and you’re done for.

“Cumming,” you hiss through your teeth, “Goddammit, I’m cumming!”

You cum harder than you ever have before right then, watching him suck you off. You scream his name along with a string of curses, seeing literal stars, and your eyes close on their own. Still not even down from your high, your chest heaving, you’re suddenly full again.

In the same piledriver position he’s so effortlessly keeping you trapped in, he’s forcing his cock back into your clenching hole. And he wastes no time at all fucking you deep.

You’re a whimpering mess, writhing under him as your hands outstretched to grope his chest and stomach.

“Fuck baby—“ he moans, pounding you senseless, “Pussy feels so fucking good.”

His noises were getting louder and more frequent, and it was like music to your ears. Each noise made your stomach twist and turn, and the world around you melted away as you begged for more.

“Keep going,” you gasp, “Don’t stop! You’re so deep… Fuck!”

You’re driving him crazy, and he’s gripping your thighs so hard that it’s sure to leave bruises.

And then you feel his strong hands flip you over. You let out a huff as your chest hit the mattress, stunned by the sudden change in position. He’s rubbing and squeezing your ass, admiring it.

“God you’re so sexy,” he spanks you, and you moan into the pillow as you grip the sheets. You can feel the tip of his cock poke your entrance again. You arch your back for him.

He shoves himself back into your soaking wet pussy, letting his pure primal need take over as he destroys you. One hand on your back, the other spreading your ass.

“Shit, I’m getting close—“ he nearly whines, throwing his head back as you start moving in time to match his thrusts.

Your body is numb and tingly, and your stomach filled with a deep pleasure that signaled you were about to cum too. Again.

Jongho is fucking you straight into the mattress, having no mercy on your pussy. He’s showcasing his strength, using you exactly the way he wants to. And it made you weak.

You couldn’t even speak, and then you were sucking him in with your orgasm. Your slutty cries were muffled by the pillow as your hole throbbed around his thick cock, feeling it wreck your entire being.

And then his thrusts lost their rhythm, “Ohh shit…” he chokes, “Just like that, baby, fuck. Cum on my cock!”

“C-cum inside me—“ you struggle through the overstimulation, “Ple-please… Please give me your cum.”

Your desperate voice echoes in the room, and he’s suddenly releasing deep inside of you with hard thrusts. His moans are guttural as he milks his cock with your pussy, ramming straight into your cervix each time.

He’s muttering your name, his voice is even breaking, “Shit! Ah— Fuck! Take my cum baby—“

His hot seed paints the inside of your walls, and all you can do is whimper into the pillow. You’re trembling and breathless, and he thrusts a few more tired, shallow times before slowly pulling out and gently lowering your ass back down.

You let out a deep breath as your body relaxes against the mattress, laid out and used before him. And you can feel his hands gently rubbing down your back. He’s still breathing hard, clearly trying to come down too.

“Jesus,” You sigh, feeling his cum start to drip out. He’s spreading your asscheeks and watching it ooze down to your clit. You’re still throbbing, but then you feel his warm mouth on your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp and your eyes roll back, having unexpected him to do something like that. He’s licking and sucking his own cum out of you, and from the sound of it— he’s enjoying every second. It’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but he’s gentle. Caressing your thighs to help soothe you.

“Relax baby…” he whispers, “Lemme clean up your mess.”

His tongue dips in and out of you, his soft lips kissing your clit on occasion. It feels so fucking good, you’re long gone.

When he’s done, he kisses your pussy a few more times, and gently helps you roll onto your back. You’re almost embarrassed to look him in the eye, but he catches you immediately in a passionate kiss.

You taste his cum and your pussy on his tongue, and you wrap your arms and legs around him tight. You kiss him with the rest of the energy you had left, whining and clinging to him as you savored the moment.

And then he breaks the kiss, his hand going to cup your cheek. Your faces are still inches apart, the eye contact almost freezing time. He looks beautiful. Exhausted, red faced, and glistening. So perfect.

Your hands are rested on his neck, thumb caressing his adams apple softly while your breaths mingled. The moment felt intimate, and even more so when he tucks your hair behind your ear.

“Do you regret it?” He asks, breathless with a hint of shyness in his voice.

You take advantage of the moment and flip your positions— pinning him down against the bed while you straddle his waist. There’s a smirk on your face as you lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and relaxing on top of him.

“The only thing I regret is not asking you to fuck me sooner.”

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you @fionnagallagher and @shamelesscreencaps for the screencaps ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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DONT TELL ME THIS ISNT THE CUTEST MOMENT YOU’D EVER SEEN❤️💙

it’s so soft and genuine, gray is always thinking about black sheep and ndksnsbsj this extra content is literally a beauty!!

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+ Design Ideas

+ It might be a reach, but I have a final due soon; I need ideas/requests for accomodations for various injuries, disabilities, or otherwise impairments pilots are forced to grapple with, both on and off the field.

+ Is there something you have/need done to suit your specific needs?

+ My Tutor reasoned a good final exam would be a portfolio of designs that actually help people. I only became an engineer after the prosthetic hands my homeworld provided became more trouble than help. I designed my own hands for my own needs (then added two more, because it looks sick). Then I designed my own TTS interface for both my personal PDA and my frame's cockpit, allowing me (born mute) to better communicate with peers. As for others, I've designed various orthopedic braces for pilots used to different degrees of gravity or who struggle to ambulate outside of the cockpit, streamlined the design of the traditional electrolarynx, outfitted different types of hardsuits for pilots with varying body types (i.e. our friends with biomods), and more.

+ I know that my work may be a bit redundant in various circles, but where I live, and where I come from- not everything can be erased by implants or augments.