#gift for smokers

[spoiledbratblog]

A lil Plant 🌱 Medicine ain’t never hurt nobody

[doctortonytchopper]

So the thing is that in Marineford, Boa Hancock did tell Smoker she was engaged to Luffy. And like at no point did he see any interactions between them where Luffy denied this. He has no reason to not believe that based on the actions of both of them.

And like I just can't imagine how much he must have been sweating during Punk Hazard, BURNING to ask Luffy if he actually got married to the pirate empress. Like I'm pretty certain Smoker still very much believes Luffy and Hancock are married.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Smoker Kink: #8 Breeding Kink Prompt: #8 "Stay still." Gift Giver: @smokersbaby

Summary: Smoker wants you still, as he moves you all over the apartment in his need.

Content Notes: oral sex, vaginal sex, praising, size-based-pet names, hairy chested Smoker, short but strong ♥

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Smoker’s mouth is buried between your thighs as you’re pressed against the wall. Your legs are over his shoulders and your fingers are in his hair as his tongue dives deeper inside you. Large hands flex against your ass, holding you in place even more than the wall was – you were certain he could pin you place wherever he wished all on his own if he wanted.

At nearly seven feet in height, and a little more than half-that in width, Smoker was big. Add to that a mass of muscles and a gruff exterior, he was certainly intimidating.

A little less so with his mouth buried in your needy cunt, but you weren’t complaining.

The pleasure was building in your core, you could feel yourself dripping as he sloppily devoured you. You shuddered, legs curling as the pleasure pooled and you felt him squeeze your ass, growling into your thighs.

“Stay still.” He grumbles for probably the fifth or so time. “I’ll drop you.” He threatens, tongue lapping at your clit before it pushes into your core again.

You giggle, the laugh turning into a delicious moan before you manage to stammer out a few shaky words. “You wouldn’t drop me.” You huff, catching a glint in his brown eyes as you smoothed his hair back. “I could writhe like something untamable and you’d never-ACK!”

Your words break into a yelp as you slide down the wall, coming to a stop as your hips meet his, and your legs are hooked by his arms. You’re still wedged against the wall, but now you’re pinned against his body, not his mouth. You can’t help but notice the clear slick on his chest, or the thick erection already grinding into your slit.

“Bold talk,” he says, looking down at you. “For someone so tamable.” He insists, pushing his thick shaft into your soaking pussy.

Your hands are clutching onto his arms as the breath catches in your chest from the slow intrusion. He pushes all the way in, and the stretch is sweet as your body aches to take him. Your thighs and calves tense as he disappears into you completely. The sensation alone is almost enough to bring you to the edge and you gasp a little when he pulls back.

The first few thrusts push you up the wall a little until your fingers are barely able to reach his shoulders. He’s bigger than you, and by how much escapes your thoughts, because right now he seems impossibly large. Twice your size at least, even though you know that’s not the case. But when he’s filled you up beyond what seems possible, when he’s pressed you against the wall, when there’s nothing in your vision but his wide barreled chest, he seems larger than life.

“Look at me.” He commands. “You’re close, and I want you to look at me when you cum.”

“Sm-Smoker,” you whine, just looking into his eyes is enough to cause the rush to surge, and your fingers are trembling against the white hairs on his chest. “Pleeeease…”

“Just keep looking at me, just like that… good job.” He praises you as the pleasure tenses your body, flooding your eyes even as you struggle to keep looking at him. Heat flushes through your body as the orgasm melts into you, and he braces your back with one hand.

Still buried in you, he moves the two of you away from the wall and sets your butt on the arm rest of the couch. Crouching down he guides you back, laying your shoulders onto the seat of the couch as he resumes a steady pace. He guides your legs around his waist, one hand steadying your hips, the other steadying him as he loomed over you, using the back of the couch to keep himself in place as his pace picks up.

You can just barely reach his chest, fingers dancing over his skin as his breath falls over you, punctuated by soft, velvet words.

“You’re so good,” he assures you. “Taking me so sweetly. I’ll fill you up well, little one, don’t worry.” He promises as his rhythm becomes a little erratic. He snaps his hips into yours roughly, grunting as you squirm under him, feeling the hot flood inside you.

He leans down, pushing into you as he pins your hips against the armrest, rolling his hips and causing you to gasp just before he’s able to steal a kiss. Hot and wet, his lips devour you as his hips grind into yours. When he leans back, he’s pulling you with him until he’s sitting on his heels, hands on your hips, your arms draped over the arm rest as your body is arched and on display for him.

The heat and passion meant only for you, licks along your breasts, leaving pleasure that lasts longer than any accidental mark he might make. His thumb rolls against your clit as he moves you against his recovered cock, ready to begin the next round.

“You’re not nearly full enough.” His voice rumbles against your skin. “And I haven’t yet had my fill.” He admits, tongue and teeth against your neck as shivering, mewling, needy and delightful sounds slip from your lips.

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[ranubd]

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.

Hello!!! I will be updating Cupid's Arrows next week since some stuff came up in real life, but I think I'm ready to climb over that slope and get back to making panels for the comic. I am also extremely aware that I have not updated Scar's diary, which I said, would be a vital part of the comic... AND I WILL UPDATE IT..... At some point. I am hoping to update it with the next panel, but we will see then how it is.

BUT HEY, HERE, HAVE CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW BUT IT'S MUMBLE JUMBLE AND GRIAN FROM CUPID'S ARROWS.

[floridaboiler]

[babygirlispunk]

It’s the edited out cigarette for me

[genx3791]

[veronikafevers]

All I want for Christmas is……

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[leowhite092]

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[aph-estonia]

can't believe i'm speedrunning alcoholism

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: cis male!reader Character: Smoker Kink: #4 Orgasm Denial Prompt: #7 "Don't cum yet." Gift Giver: @aceshusband

Summary: Dom reader is welcoming his favorite marine home.

Content Notes: Ah, my apologies, this turned into more of a don't cum yet with degradation and humiliation more than orgasm denial. Anal sex, hand job, anal fingering, cum play, it got away from me but in the end I like where it went so I hope it works.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

A/N - Okay – I’ve never viewed Smoker as a sub, and I’ve yet to write a cis male!reader (or even amab if I’m remembering right.) BUT! I am going to do my best! /determined face/ (I think I did well ^^; even if the gift wasn't exactly correct.)

Smoker was laying face down on the bed. His back was slick, but not with sweat, you’d been helping your favorite marine relax after a particularly long time away from home with a massage. You weren’t much smaller than him, and while you weren’t a marine, you were good about keeping yourself in shape.

You needed to be able to keep up with your sweetheart, after all. Working at the docks certainly didn’t hurt either, but it still took most of your body weight to break the tension in his back and get it to relax. Shortly after that you could hear soft grunts of appreciation as you worked the knots out of his back.

The two of you talked, about your days, about his – what he could talk about at least. The higher up the ranks he moved the less he was allowed to talk about, but he didn’t leave you in the dark.

Working your way to the small of his back during your conversation, you grabbed the bottle of lube instead of more massage oil, and released some right between those delicious round ass cheeks of his. There’s a flinch and a grunt from Smoker, but he doesn’t even turn to look at you.

“No movie first?” He asks, teasing you.

“Dinner and a movie after.” You say with a grin, urging the lube where you wanted it and pressing a finger into his ass. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“You’ve -.” he stops, biting back a grunt. “Waited longer.” You can feel him tensing under you a little as you slowly work a second finger into him.

“I have,” you admit, licking your lips before bringing a hand down on his ass and squeezing, forcing a growl of pleasure to finally pass his lips. “But that’s irrelevant right now.”

You shift, putting your legs between his and urging him up onto his knees.

Face down, ass up, no one else got to see him like this and you delighted in that. A body that gave no quarter to some of the worst pirates in the known world, and you could hear his breath already starting to shiver as you added a third finger. You pushed in enough to find his prostate and you nearly drilled into the sensitive area.

Smoker clutched the sheets and swore into the bedding.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” You command, twisting enough to slap his other cheek. “Not until I tell you.”

“Haa -.” Smoker sighed, swore under his breath and looked over his shoulder, leveling a sharp look at you. “You’re not going to leave me much choice if you – HNNGGH!” His back arches and he nearly collapses into the bed.

“You’re good at following orders.” You purr, pulling your fingers out of his loosened ass and grabbing his cheeks roughly, digging your fingers into the meat. “Big tough Marine like you has plenty of self-control, I’m sure.”

“Not that much!” He growls, hands white knuckled on the sheets.

You weren’t sure what was hotter, the twinge of pink on the back of his neck, or that his hair was coming loose already. You swiped your hand over his ass, using some of the lube to coat your hard cock, reaching between his legs with your free hand to pump his twitching member.

You grin as he grunts, his body flinching as you tease his thick shaft. You loved everything about your boyfriend, from how he could look so intimidating so effortlessly all the way to how delicious he looked with blood rushing into his face. His pale skin made him flush so sweetly.

You were sure anyone who saw you two as a couple thought you were the bottom. It’s that rough look on his face, those constant cigars, but you knew better. Only you. These sounds weren’t for anyone else.

“(Y/N)…” He growls. “St-stop I -.”

You stop teasing him, giving him a minute before you start pushing your tip into his ass. “You’re being such a good boy.” You purr, pushing into him. Gods he was always so tight, trembling against you like some shy little virgin every single time. Even if you fucked him for days in a row, it was always a treat to fill him up.

Pressing your hips against his ass you stay still for a moment, letting out a contented sigh. “Always… a perfect fit.” You praise, rolling your hips and grinding into him a little.

You pull back slowly, reveling in every twitch and muffled moan. Pushing back in just as slowly you grip his hips and begin to thrust into him in earnest. The slap of skin against skin, wet from massage oil and lube, was lewd and loud.

“The neighbors are going to hear me railing you, marine.” You tease, raking your nails down his back and turning his moans into a hissed growl. “Go on, pant like a good whore, since they’re hearing this sloppy sex already.”

“How – hnngh-fuck – how can you talk like that?” He grumbles, hips moving a little to meet your thrusts as your pace steadies.

“Cause you like it, marine slut.” You purr, smacking his ass roughly and listening to the sweet, soft sounds you pull from him. Your deliciously shy marine. “Be a good boy, and tell me when you’re close.”

“Actually,” you say after a moment. “Stroke that impressive fucking cock of yours.” You command, watching the muscles along his back shift as he moves a hand to do as you say. He matches your pace, and you can feel his ass twitch and tighten around you. The pleasure makes your fingers flex and grab onto his ass roughly.

The groan that rumbles in his chest nearly curls your toes.

“I’m,” Smoker stammers a bit, blush rushing down to his shoulders. “Getting close.” He pants, body twitching under you.

You wanted to torment him, you wanted him to ride that edge for a few long, terrible moments, but you didn’t have the desire to deny yourself that much. Besides, you could torment him in other ways.

Pulling out of his ass you slap it roughly. “Roll over.” You command, moving back so he could lay on his back before you straddled his thighs. “Make yourself cum, marine.” You huff, jerking yourself off inches from his hand.

Smoker’s hand stutters and he turns his head away. You’ve never seen your shy marine so flustered, but he’s still doing as you commanded despite his embarrassment.

“Good boy,” you praise, feeling yourself getting dangerously close. You need him to cum first. “Let it take you, cum all over yourself for me, baby, don’t fight it.”

Smoker’s body tenses, his thighs like cords of steel under you as he gasps and moans. He doesn’t hold his voice back letting a shuddering gasp fall from his lips as thick ropes of cum spurt from his twitching cock and coat his abs, nearly reaching his chest.

He looked so perfect like that, that you came immediately after, adding to the mess on his stomach with a devious grin on your face as he flinched.

You take a second to catch your breath, moving and straddling his waist before you lay on top of him, smearing the cold mix of liquid between the two of you as you kissed his collarbone. You could feel the heat rolling off his face as you kissed up his neck and along his jaw.

“Welcome home, Smoker.” You say before kissing him. He grunts into the kiss, putting his arms around you.

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[tripleacesbbq]

QLATHE - Cold, Windy, and Smoky!

If you’re a BBQ lover, you know that the weather doesn’t stop the true pitmasters from cooking up a storm. That was certainly the case at the Qlathe BBQ contest in Olathe, Kansas. Qlathe is what some consider the beginning of the KCBS competition season. The best of the best are usually in attendance and bringing their “A” game! Being one of the first competitions of the year along with being…

[i2sunric]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY (l.hs)

summary: there was nothing you hated more than the smell of cigarettes and smokers. always acting as if they were above anything else. but just like persephone learnt how to love hades, then why couldn’t you learn how to love heeseung?

warnings: fingering, rough sex, chocking, gagging, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), blowjob, squirting, heeseung is toxic, heeseung smokes, reader hates cigarettes, situationship with benefits?, doggy, missionary, dirty talk, pet names (babe, baby, slut), lmk if more. (strangely) proofread.

published: 9th May 2024

wc: 3.5k

taglist: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted @jwnghyuns (one shot) @slut4hee @ineedsomezzz @deobitifull @smisworld @mitmit01 @the-poetic-side-of-me @cha0thicpisces @heeseungsbitvh

Blasting music, almost at a deafening volume, blinding lights and the mixed smell of sweat and alcohol. That was how your birthday party was going on, all your friends and friends of friends filling the room, making the air heavy.

You kept smiling and greeting people you hadn’t even invited, accepting kind birthday wishes. You were in desperate need of fresh air but you were also trying to find Lee Heeseung.

Your relationship was rather complicated, if you had to be honest. You weren’t a couple, because Heeseung made it clear from the first day you met that he couldn’t afford love. But you also weren’t just nothing.

Whatever it was, he was supposed to show up at your birthday party— well, he actually did, he greeted you with the most false smile you could’ve ever see and then disappeared in thin air.

You knew he hated social gatherings, especially if it was with people outside his corrupted and not so safe group of friends, but you thought he’d at least celebrate with you.

You stumbled on your heels, making your way through the crowd until you finally reached the entrance of the room you rented and went outside.

The cold air hit your barely covered skin, the thin and tight dress you chose as an outfit doing nothing to cover you from the chilly weather.

It was when you focused on your surroundings that you noticed a pair of familiar broad shoulders covered in utterly familiar leather jacket.

You walked beside him and frowned when you noticed he was yet again smoking a cigarette, the bitter smell of it tickling your nostrils “Seriously?”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and took another long drag from his cigarette, "You look good tonight, babe."

You let out a small sigh, looking at him with a sharp stare. Heeseung wasn’t one to do things out of kindness, he was selfish and only did what he could to take advantage himself. You just hoped he’d listen to you once— But again, hope was not on your side. when it came to him.

“You promised you wouldn’t smoke today.” You stated, reminding him of your previous conversation.

He let out a groan, "You're impossible to make happy." He put out the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it, "There. You happy now?" He raised an eyebrow.

It wasn’t very nice to just throw the cigarette on the ground and leave it there, but you weren’t going to complain since his lungs would have less smoke in them.

“Come on, Hee.” You stepped in front of him, your height difference was clear that way “It’s my birthday, you said it was my gift.”

Heeseung let out another groan, "Don't pull that card on me. it doesn't work anymore." He mumbled and pulled you closer by the waist, "I didn't want to be here in the first place. We could have celebrated it alone and had a lot more fun together."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your figures melting together “But I wanted to celebrate it with my friends too.”

"Well, I am better than them—“ He raised a brow, “They can’t satisfy you the way I do.”

Heeseung leaned down to kiss you, his tongue licking your bottom lip. He pulled away, "Don't forget it" He whispered on your lips but it came off as threatening.

“Oh, so now you’re better than them?” You asked, teasing him as you pulled your face away from his.

He pulled you back, his hand gripping onto your chin tightly, "I’ve always been. Who else would put up with your attitude?" He said with a cocky smirk.

You sighed, shaking your head “What attitude?” You mumbled, slightly offended.

Heeseung pulled harder on your chin so you looked up at him, "Look at you right now, always trying to make me mad." His voice was husky, sending shivers down your spine.

“But you like it?” You asked, your quiet voice going straight to his cock— however he couldn’t just steal you away from your party, could he?

Heeseung had a thing for toying with you, confusing you, leaving you just to claim you all over again. Cause no matter how much you acted like you hated him, you knew there was no going back from his game.

His fingers trailed down from your chin to your neck, squeezing the sides slightly, "You don’t know a damn thing abou what I like." He mumbled and leaned down to kiss you again.

He pulled away before you had the chance to respond, "Go inside. I’ll join you in a minute" He demanded.

You pointed a finger at his chest, wanting to sound threatening “No more cigs.”

Heeseung grabbed your hand and kissed it, "You know I can't make promises I don't intend to keep" He squeezed your hand.

"I'll see you inside" he smirked and walked away before you could give him another response.

“Heeseung!” You shouted, watching as he walked away. He didn’t even turn around, he just waved one of his hands and disappeared in the middle of the night; just like he always did.

You groaned, frustrated with him, but most of all with yourself, for always letting him lead you on. You just went back to your birthday party, now feeling ever worse than you were before.

You took a deep breath before entering the room, the smell of alcohol replacing the bitter one of cigarettes and Heeseung’s wood cologne.

You tried to enjoy your night but you couldn’t really, your mind always drifting to the bane of your existence who wore an under-washed leather jacket and always had a cigarette between his lips.

⟡

So called devil had the audacity to show his face again when you were already at home, after fixing all the mess your guests had made— which was huge and took you the whole night. Birds chirped outside, signalling it was already early morning and you couldn’t wait to just fall asleep in your bed.

You heard the overly familiar sound of your bedroom window opening and closing right away, signalling the presence of a new person inside your apartment.

You had just removed your heels and stood in the middle of the room, in front of Heeseung’s tall figure. His demeanour was a little more dishevelled and messy than it had been a few hours before; but you could still smell the odour of cigarettes on him. He saw the unamused look on your face and smirked before walking closer to you.

Heeseung grabbed your waist and kissed you, "Stop sulking." He mumbled against your lips.

You pushed his chest, obviously not doing any damage to him “Let go.” You said sternly.

He pushed you slightly against the wall, trapping you and leaning closer, "Stop acting like this. You're mad at me all the time. I’m sick and tired of coming home to a pissed off Y/N." He said and kissed you again, more roughly.

You kissed him back with the same passion, your lips crashing together, tongues intertwining.

“Stop making me mad, then.” You mumbled, your fingers grasping his dark hair.

"Everything I do makes you mad." Heeseung murmured and kissed all over your neck, biting down occasionally to leave marks, claiming you, “You’re never satisfied.”

You blindly removed his jacket and let it fall on the ground with a small thud. You clumsily tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, “Cause you never listen.”

Heeseung pushed off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, "Stop picking fights with me, then." He mumbled, his lips trailing down from your neck to your chest as your palms wandered around his bare torso.

You let out head fall back on the wall, the rough touch of his lips on your skin sending butterflies in your stomach “Can’t.” You answered.

He gripped onto your thighs and lifted you up, making you straddle him. He moved your face to look at him, "Look at me."

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling and looked into his eyes as he demanded.

His pupils were dilated from the tobacco and probably some other things you were too afraid to ask; still, they were beautiful.

Heeseung leaned forward to kiss you again, biting down on your bottom lip, both of you moaning when you tasted blood "Say my name." He mumbled against your lips.

“Heeseung,” You breathed out, moving your hips on the evident bulge you felt underneath your clothed core.

Heeseung carried you to the bed, laying you down underneath him, his lips still on yours, "Tell who you belong to.” His voice became almost commanding.

His figure hovered on yours, like a shadow covering all the light from your life— you were almost hypnotised by his deadly beauty “You, Hee.”

Heeseung lifted up your dress over your hips and looked up at you with a smirk, "That’s what I thought." He mumbled and left kisses along the lace of your underwear.

You let out a soft hum as his plump lips trailed kisses on your sensitive and burning skin. Your hand went against to grasp the back of his head, “I’m still m-mad at you.”

Your voice intended to sound threatening but it only came out as shaky and weak.

Heeseung pulled off your underwear and tossed it to the side, going back to leaving bite marks on your inner thighs, "Show me how mad you are, baby.” He mumbled against your skin, sending vibrations through your whole body.

He left a few bites in the same spots, marking them as his before he reached up and held your jaw, "Don’t pull me away." He said and leaned down to kiss you once again.

As easy as said if it wasn’t for his fingers that snuck to inside of you without you even realising until he started curling them to brush against your sensitive spot.

You gasped for air, but when you did he stopped moving his fingers. You knew he wanted to tease, drive you insane and make you beg— But who were you to disobey?

Heeseung held your chin in his grasp “Don’t fucking pull away.” He demanded again and pulled you into a make out session.

His fingers brushed against your gummy walls, at full speed without even leaving you time to adjust to the new intrusion.

Your mouth fell agape at the funny sensation building inside you and Heeseung took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, moaning lowly when it met yours.

He reached down to unzip his jeans, "Can’t wait to make you forget all of the things I did." He mumbled against your lips.

Heeseung was quick to discard his jeans on the floor, somewhere unknown.

He leaned back, sitting on his knees. He grabbed your waist and positioned you in front of him, "You look so pretty like this, Y/N" He mumbled, staring down at you in only your bra and dress on top of your thighs.

You glanced back at him, your eyes hooded and full of lust. He removed his fingers from inside of you and he smirked at the sight of your face,

"You can't hide how bad you want me…” His hand trailing up your thighs and over your hips before reaching up to undo your bra.

He wrapped your underwear around your mouth, forcing you to keep silent and allowing him to use you the way he wanted.

Heeseung leaned down and looked at you, "Be quiet and pretty like you were made for.”

You let out a hum that felt more like a whimper, your slick pooling your thighs. Heeseung smirked satisfactorily and put two fingers back inside of you, rubbing your g-spot that he knew so well, making you muffle moan.

You tried to grip his arm when you felt the same funny sensation building inside your stomach but Heeseung never haltered his movements until you squirted all over the sheets and his abdomen.

Your body shook with overstimulation when his fingers kept thrusting inside your pussy, Heeseung cooed “Already? We haven’t even started.”

You shook your head, your eyes squeezing, whimpers leaving your mouths as if to beg him to stop.

Heeseung took your chin in his hands, his fingers digging inside your cheeks. He raised a brow and removed your bra from your mouth, throwing it to the side “Need that warm mouth around my cock, mh?”

With you still laying underneath him, he crawled until his clothed bulge was hovering on your face. You quickly complied and lowered his boxers, palming his hard tip, already leaking precum.

Heeseung wasted no time and fisted your hair, taking control of your head “Open your mouth.” He demanded and again, you gave him what he wanted.

As soon as you opened your mouth he bucked his hips, making you gag on his thick length.

Your gags only made him want to hear more, so he kept thrusting his hips, hitting the back of your throat “Fuck, feels so good.”

The warmth of your mouth hugging his cock and the drool dripping down your chin almost made him cum right away, so he had to slow down, making slow but deep thrusts.

You held his hips and started bobbing your head, hooling your cheeks, Heeseung chuckled at your devotion “Such a good girl for me, trained you to please me so well.”

You hummed, his cock vibrating in your mouth, making his head fall back.

He let go of your hair and thrusted a few more times, just enough to make you gag again before pulling out. You let out a deep breath, your whole chin and chest coated with drool.

He glanced down at you, looking just like the erotic dreams he had when he was a teenager, all messed up by him.

Heeseung bent down to kiss you, pulling you into a quick make out session. He then quickly discarded his boxers as well and moved back between your legs, spreading your thighs apart.

The cold air hitting your pussy made you clench around nothing “Oh baby, I’ll ruin you so bad.” He mumbled, licking a long strip from your wet pussy.

“Heeseung,” You gasped out, “Please.”

He shook his head “What did we say about words? You need to use them, come on, be a good girl and say what you want.”

“Please Hee…” You whined when his fingers brushed against your clit “Fuck me, Fuck me hard.”

Heeseung bit down his bottom lip and let out a mocking scowl “This slut can’t think without a cock to stretch her out?” He caressed your cheek, ever so tenderly before grasping your face, “You remember the safe word?”

Even in your hazy state you managed to nod, Heeseung’s eyes were dead serious. Despite his twisted desires, he would never accidentally hurt you during sex, or worse.

“Good, because I won’t hold back.” And with that, he wetted his shaft with your juices, pumping it a few times before entering you with a deep thrust.

You swallowed him whole as he bottomed out already, grasping the sheets underneath you at the sudden stretch, so good yet so painful.

You let out a small whimper, “Shh,” He cooed, fisting your hair to raise your head, making you look at where your bodies connected “Watch me stretch this pussy out.”

His thick length moved back and forth, appearing just to disappear back into you, the shadow of his bulge showing on your stomach, making both of you moan.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good around me.” Heeseung breathed out, letting go of your hair to cup your breasts, squeezing them.

His fingers played with your nipples, making you clench around him, your walls squeezing back around his cock.

“So sensitive?” He scowled, bending down to lick your tits as his thrusts reached a delicious rhythm, not too slow but not also too hard.

His scent mixing with sweat and your own sheets’ one was enough to drive you insane, your thoughts getting cloudy and you dropped your head back on the mattress.

Heeseung raised himself up and looked at your body, laid down so pretty underneath him. His gaze went to the dress still around your hips, “Wearing that dress at a party, you knew you’d make me mad, right?”

You shook your head, not even having the slightest energy to speak with the way his cock kept hitting your cervix, his movements becoming even more intense “All those men at the party were eye fucking you,” He groaned at his own statement, his eyes so dark, “Wanted to claim you, take you right there on the fucking gift table,” He slapped your breast “Showing them who you belong to.”

Your eyes were half lidded as you tried to open them “Only w-want you.” You replied, another moan escaping you with one particular deep thrust.

“You better,” His fingers trailed your jawline, his touch tender unlike what you were doing “Only I can fuck you like you want, treat you right, mh?”

You nodded again at his words, your hands grasping his shoulders to keep yourself steady “And you don’t want to know what’d happen if you ever let another man look in your direction.”

He tilted his head back gritting his teeth with a hiss. Your gaze was now on him as he stared back down at you with lustful satisfaction “You’re mine.”

The same sweet feeling built inside your stomach, making your eyes squeeze “Heeseung,” You breathed out.

“Want to cum?” He tsked, one hand going down to your clit to rub it as the other held your leg on his shoulder, “Cum, yes.” You managed to mumble.

Heeseung’s thrusts got deeper, faster, almost maniacally as you fell apart under him, your cum coating his dick.

You’d think he would at least slow his movements, helping you ride out of your orgasm but it was Heeseung you were talking about, and he kept rutting inside you, gripping your hips to help himself.

You tried to make him stop, weakly pushing his chest away. He took your wrists, yanking them away from his chest and holding them on the mattress, pinning you down “Fucking take what I give you.”

You were a whimpering mess, overstimulation making your body quiver underneath him, if it wasn’t for his strong grip you’d be all around the bed “Hee…” You managed to breathe out.

“Sh,” Heseeung ordered, letting go of your wrists to wrap one hand around your neck, squeezing it. The loss of oxygen made your eyes roll back, laying there for him to use, to own.

After a while, he got bored of missionary so he let go of your neck and turned you around, your ass up.

He spanked it, making you moan out at the pain. He inserted himself inside you again and gripped your hips, rutting his cock.

“T-too much.” You cried out, biting down the sheets, the pleasure being too much for your body.

“It’s not.” Heeseung said back, spanking your ass again before reaching for your head, holding it down on the mattress. The position was uncomfortable and you’d surely wake up with a sore neck the next day, but the thought of Heeseung using you for his own pleasure, fucking you like a flesh light.

“Take my fucking dick, baby.” You knew he was close when his breath got heavier, sweat dripping down from his neck to your back “You’re squeezing it so tight.”

He let go of your head and held you up, supporting your body weight so that your back was pressed against his chest, one hand grasping your tit as the other circled your sensitive bud.

You were a moaning mess, tears staining your cheeks and ruining the mascara you had put on.

Heeseung gave one final deep thrust before cumming inside you, his length twitching, load filling you up and at the same time the knot in your stomach snapped, making you cum for the second time of the night.

Heeseung kept pounding, slowly and deeply, fucking his cum back into you, kissing the neck he had marked before.

Both your breaths were heavy, and as he pulled out, you fell on the mattress right away, all your forces leaving your body.

You turned around, laying on your back. You felt the mix of your cum dripping down on your thighs and mattress but you didn’t even care— not at that moment.

Your eyes were so heavy, both from the lack of sleep and the draining sensation coming after sex.

Heeseung placed one pillow under your head and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You thought you heard a faint “Happy birthday, love.” With a featherlight kiss on your forehead, but you weren’t sure if it was a dream or reality. What you were sure, though, was that when you opened your eyes again the only thing left of Heeseung was the smell of cigarettes and wood.