#gonna fill him with milk and throw him at the wall

[vinnyandthephenomena]

jay merrick plushie when i get you. you are not safe from me.

[le-agent-egg]

monod.. monf.. modus.. monof.. m..

[tonycries]

YOU’VE UNLOCKED: Clan leader Choso wants an heir! ♡

How are those child-birthing hips, madam?

“O-oh, baby–” Choso’s feverish pants come out in such wet gasps against your ear, and he’s staring down at you with swollen, wobbly lips. Mouth just watering at the delicious curve of your spine, how easily it was that your pretty pussy was swallowing him up whole. “Oh baby- my baby- wontcha gimme an heir?”

It’s been hours now - and it’s just about the only mantra the clan leader - your husband - can get out.

And it’s all that he can spit out coherently at this moment, the large palms of his hands splaying out underneath your thighs to hoist you cleanly off the ground. 

You’re both letting out synchronized gasps when this only rummages him even more deeply inside of your clingy walls. Every ridge and throbbing vein along his length grazing up and down your sweetest spots. 

It makes you just gush, Choso’s sloshing honeyed cum drooling out of the ends of your sopping slit in such a creamy ring. Shit - he was missing some godforsaken clan meeting for this, too. And he’s never been happier.

“Fuck.” he shudders in a sharp inhale at the sinful feeling, jittery fingers dancing up, up, up to envelope your tummy. He gives a slow, gentle pat along that tiny inflation of him inside of you, “How do you feel so- ah- please!” His teeth nip a reedy path down your exposed neck, “Please please please wanna fill this cute cunt all over again so badly.”

“Yes.” you’re mewling when the voluptuous curve of his heft tip gushes out in another wave of such swelteringly hot, syrupy precum. Drenching your plush walls, at the mere sound of your lilting voice. “Want you to give me a- ah!”

Biting his lip, it’s all he can do to shut your pretty moans up before he cums already. He was addicted. 

Shit, he feels like he could pass out, throwing his head back with throaty stammers. Truthfully, he doesn’t know if he can cum - he doesn’t know if it’s even possible. Each and every wet thwack! thwack! thwack! of his overworked balls send stinging sparks of pleasure up his bowed back. 

But god, you always felt so heavenly. And Choso thinks he’d rather die than let such a messy pussy go to waste, than to leave it without every single drop he can offer.

“Shhh sh sh-” Your whiny moans are being muffled with his hot mouth, breath hitching when he wraps those pretty pink lips around your tongue. Sucking. Slowly. “I can- hngh- see it already.”

And oh, Choso sounds so ragged right about now.

Losing his fucking mind with each sloppy grind into your overstuffed cunt - and he was so big. So massively hefty that it stretched out your gripping walls until they struggled to mold around his length. Trying to milk the fucking soul out of him.

“Can see you- all round n’ glowing.” he’s babbling, all pussydrunk. Your entire body jolts when the thick curve of his thumb swipes a sultry trail down where your puffy folds were bulging all around him. “All filled with me-”

Choso was firmly hammering into you with reckless abandon - he always had been tonight, all but dragging you to the heady confines of your bedroom after seeing you cooking dinner with his little brother. Pulling, tearing, fucking you into one of the old mahogany tables at his sprawling family estate. 

Feral. 

His dark yukata is just barely dangling off of one milky shoulder, sifting down further and further at each pressurized push of his slender hips. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck-” you moan, tangling your fingers inn his dark strands in a way that makes him keen. Makes him almost sob, voice cracking so pathetically. 

He could count every clench of your tight pussy around his achy cock, every knocking clash against your g-spot - your womb - that had you letting out the cutest noises, every splattering dredge of his own potent seed stuffed deep inside. 

“Yeah- oh, baby–” Choso’s rough hands come up to steady your hips, knees buckling with such neediness to push use your velvety channel even further. “Hah- my little heir- gonna be jus’ as strong as daddy, hm? Fuck-” Your feet are now fully dangling off of the ground now, and he’s licking such a languid stripe up your throat. “They’ll look at you all full- all pretty and see me.” His lips were running a mile a minute, leaning forwards to pin you down onto the cool surface with his full weight. “Those elders- the council- friends- everyone and anyone. They’ll see you and know I did this I-”

You just sob when he sinks in so deeply in another messy, thorough thrust. 

“-I did this-” he’s sounding so utterly out of breath, gliding his wet hand along your overspilling pussy to coat it in a glossy sheen of cum and your sweet, sweet juices. The sight just makes him gasp, bringing his glossed-up fingers up to his face, “-I did this, didn’t I, baby?”

Your hips can only jitter backwards in a useless attempt to meet his ruthless cadence. “Y-yes- you did this- hngh- really wanna-” You’re swallowing the tiny ah! ah! ah! wrenching out of his spit-slicked lips. “-wanna make you a daddy, Cho–”

And oh that makes him whine. 

You knew that if any of those uptight elders could see their golden boy right now - one of their strongest clan leaders - they’d absolutely faint. 

Because Choso was rutting, he was sobbing, he was cumming. 

So much. Weepy cock flagging once, twice before another one of his crashing rams have him dumping out such sheer, heavy ribbons of cum. Over and over- you’ve never felt so full. Because Choso’s thick girth was already stretching out your insides, and it was only bloating up more with each sticky gush of cum oozing out into your walls. So much-

“Oh my god-” you’re all but hauling him in so closely by his hair, making him whimper. “Feel so stuffed- so good, Cho. Fuck a baby into me- hah-”

You’re so utterly cockdrunken that it takes a few syrupy seconds for you to realize that those words are all it takes for your dear, strong husband to gush out in another steaming wave of cum. Until he was shooting blanks. 

Long, trembly fingers of his snake downwards to spread your pussy lips, eyeing down the way you make such a mess all over his cock. 

“Sh-shit.” he’s sniffling, kissing the side of your mouth. He can’t take his eyes away from just how swollen your stomach had gotten after being overfilled to the brim. Slobbery pussy coating him in all your lewd contents. “Of- of course, ma’am.” 

And before you know it, he’s bucking down into you again. Mind hazy, big fat tears splashing saltily onto your lips. 

“Anything- anything for my gorgeous w-wife.” He groans, and you feel the painfully pleasurable clench of his overworked balls once more. Dangerous. Depraved. Still. Knocking up greedily against your ravaged g-spot once more - you didn’t really think you were done already, did you? “Anything for the future mother of my heir.” 

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Virgin! Simon "Ghost" Riley

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Inexperienced! Simon, Virgin! Simon, Riding, Unprotected Sex, The Mask Stays On, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

Virgin! Simon who can hardly believe his luck as he watches and feels you ride him, your walls tight as you bounce on his cock, calling him your 'big guy'. His hands are on your hips, his own slamming up into yours in a rhythm you'd set for him.

He's sloppy. Unaccustomed to the euphoric stiffening of the knot in his stomach, pulling ever tighter with every slap of your ass against his thighs. Sure, he's had many an orgasm before, but never at the hands of another. Never so strong; a force of nature in its own right. He's breathing heavily - panting; you swear you can see him drooling from the corner of his mouth. Something viscous is filling you now. Not the full force of his seed, but a precursor to it. A warning.

The mask stays on (of course) during this exchange, but you can see the way he fights to keep his eyes open, to keep himself from betraying every sensibility and throwing his head back, screwing his eyes shut as his length is nestled inside you, a thick bump forming in your stomach with every thrust. Your hand slips down your front and you press it. Simon jolts, moaning between gritted teeth as you press, hard, harder still, forcing his cock into an even tighter position.

He's arching into you, the sensation of his veins and his bulbous tip throbbing against your insides enough to let you know that he's close.

You coax him. Goad him. "Y'gonna cum just for me, big boy? Gonna fuck me 'til I can't walk straight?"

He can't talk. Can't even think. For the first time in his life, he's fucked dumb. You can see it in the way his eyes roll back into his skull when you clench around him. Suffocate him. His hips stutter. His cock nudges something deep within you. You gasp.

It only took your calling him your "Good boy," to have him unravel before your eyes. He can't contain the strangled growl that is exorcised from him as he cums, deep and hard, thick, hot ropes of semen filling you. You can feel it, as if painting your insides white, bathing you in an unfettered warmth. His hands are cast-iron on your hips, pulling you down onto him as if to stop you from pulling away, to prevent even a drop of his seed from escaping you. He digs his heels into the bench beneath you, grounding himself.

And, as your orgasm sparks and ripples through you, you hunch over Simon, hands gripping his shoulders, squeezing him. You moan, long and loud, milking Simon for all he's worth. And now, between the sheets of his post-orgasm haze, he watches you, the ring of light above your head from the luminescent bulb of the changing room painting you as a saint in his eyes.

He's never going to let what you have - what you've shown him - go. No matter the cost. Not when this feeling of completion is steadfast within him, electrifying every fibre in his body, all the way down to his bones.

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[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (pt.2 of Dilf Next Door!Ghost)

Simon’s hobby improved to a new level of enjoyment because of you.

He’s at his flat when you open the door with the key he gave you. A simple grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist, faded shirts he owned since the first few years of his service covering his body when you spot him on the couch.

Simon lifts his head from the book as soon as he hears the door creaks open, the black reading glasses still on his face when he lets out a soft grunt to greet you.

“Can give you something to do, princess.” He mutters when you explain that you’re feeling bored, so you come over to see what’s he doing.

He picks up his book again minutes later, now with your trousers toss aside on the floor, panties still on but push aside, allowing his cock to barge in and nestles deeply in your cunt. One of his hand pushing you down to rest your head against his chest, while the other still holding his book, listening to you mewl every time he turns a page and accidentally’ shift his hips, grinding in and out of your now dripping cunny.

“Quit moving, love. Can’t see the words on the book clearly if you keep doing that.” The hand on your rear snaps down to holding your hips against his snuggly, dragging you down onto his cock in a swift move and makes his fat tip nudge against your cervix, making your eyes roll back and creams around his hard dick, walls clenching down tightly and try to milk him, so you can be filled with his white cum again just like last night.

“Can I move? please I want to move, please…” You watery eyes meet his, peppering kisses along his neck in attempt to make him lose control, yet all he does is anchoring your hips with his both hand, the book now lean back against your tits.

“Only few pages left. behave.” He croons, guiding your hips to slowly massage his cock, then unabashedly using your tits as makeshift book stand while he resume reading.

You’re stressed out as your exam day approaches, one hand gripping your hair while another holding the pen, trying to write down again the key points you just went over again, but failed miserably because your exhausted brain can’t operate properly after hours of study.

“Come here.” After probably the 100 times he hears you sigh subconsciously within hours, Simon’s voice pops up, beckoning you to come closer as he lies on your bed.

He’s gonna fuck all those stress out of you, and god, he’s doing such a great job, holding you down and desperately wanting you smother him with your pussy, tongues darts out and lapping at your wet folds, making you scream out his name in pleasure whenever he take your swollen clit in his mouth and gives it a hard suck.

“Use my tongue, sweetheart.” He pats on your thighs—straddling his face and wrapping his head in those soft flesh—encouraging you to ride his face and use it for your own pleasure. Don’t you dare lift your hips from his face before you come, his big palm will immediately lands on your ass cheek and spank you if you do so, before pulling you down so he can lick all the juices from your entrance, groaning contentedly against your pussy at the sweet and intoxicating taste.

“just like that, ride my face, need to feel you come on my tongue.” His praises barely registered as you chase your orgasm, fingers tangled in his hair and head throws back with all those moans—definitely the best music he’ve heard in his entire life—feeling him slurping all the juices eagerly in afraid of losing even a drop when you cry out his name and drench his face with your release.

Little whimpers escape your lips when you move your hips away from Simon’s face, and he reaches up to chase your soaked pussy, pressing a few more kisses—on your cute clit and puffy folds, as if thanking them for drowning him in his best dream.

And when you look down at him, it’s that slight smirk on his face again, the smug expression he has whenever makes you come or even squirt with his tongue only.

“I suppose that’s a way to relieve stress. Now, you still need more ‘stress relief session’, or you gonna go back to read those bloody textbooks?”

[gdjyho]

PILLOWTALK

synopsis ; a late night , much needed, hot fück session. pure smut.

pairing ; jungkook x f!reader

warnings ; s€xual content, slapping [face and ass], crying, big d!ck jk, choking, unprotected, mentions of smoking, not really proofread, lemme know if there’s any more.

i love to hold close, tonight and always…

his doe eyes pierce right through yours, stare feeling as if it’s entering your soul. your mouth lays slightly ajar. your lips and tongue get drier by what feel is like the second. jungkook’s slender fingers snake around your battered neck and your head rests against the head board slightly leant back.

he grins ever so slightly before soaking your lips with his own spit. before you get a chance to react, his lips are smashed on yours and moving in all sorts of directions. your chests stick together and your rise up to claw at each others’ sweat clad necks. “ you’re always so good f’me” he whispers out.

jungkook roughly grips your shoulders, easily flipping your on top without breaking the intimate eye contact shared between the two of you. you feel the oxygen seep back into your lungs like a sponge from the release of your neck. in the silence of the room, he enters you with no words. his cock mauls your gummy walls as he navigates your sweet spot.

So we'll piss off the neighbors…

you fail to let out any words at the pleasure your receiving. in doing so, your whimper and moan along with a whole other string of sounds. you begin to move up and down on jungkook’s abdomen as the biting pain of his length subsides. you let out even more pornographic moans which make a melody with the sound of your crotches meeting and tearing away.

you lean down to kiss his mole under his soaked bottom lip. he kisses your forehead and praises you simultaneously. your eyes clasp shut as your brain digs up from the ecstasy jungkook gives you. it’s indescribable how deeply far in you are for the man under your body.

“you’re fucking me so good!” you tell him. the smell of the room, all stuffy drives jungkook insane. he begins to attack your neck and your back forms a snake shape and your hips move round. his dick stuffs your to the brim, forming a visible lump in your tummy. he chuckles, prodding the hill he’s made. your toes curl as you feel your climax.

you fight it, wanting him to fill you up first. his face scrunches up into and unreadable expression. he’s gonna fill me up you think. you chuckle slightly, finally getting the sweet release you’ve needed from him. you grip his sleeve of tattoos tightly, as your tight hole reaches max capacity.

in the place that feels the tears..

your eyes well up like swimming pools as his cum slides around inside of you. you grind your hips harder on him insatiably. you throw your head back and groan as he does. you emotionally give yourself up to him, submitting yourself to jungkook and become completely vunerable.

“ahhhhh princess look at you milking me” he sort of slurs out, being drunk on pleasure and your mixed juices. he slowly and dreadfully pulls out and places you on your side of the bed. he gets up and strides along to your en suite. your smile as you get the perfect view of his god-sent ass.

after some cluttering is heard and cupboards close, he walks out and reaches for his black calvin klein briefs. he slips back next to you, creating a dip in the bed. he toys at your bangs, swirling and twisting what’s not dampened by sweat. “oh baby. if only you knew how cute you were”

he grabs his phone from the low nightstand and steals a picture of you and fucked out and cheesing at the camera while trying to grab his phone from him. “jungkook !” you laugh out, while he pins your hands back down. he laughs at his ability to easily control and power over you.

yeah, reckless behavior

he pecks you before getting up and lighting stray cigarette from the nightstand and placing it in between his lips. jungkook has to flick the lighter a few times before managing to make a spark. he inhales before blowing out a pillar of fog into the room. you pinch it out from between his lips and place the dampened stick between your lips.

it swirls around in your lungs for a short amount of time before you let the air loose. he opens the window, letting the various smells exit the room. you get up and move closer to him. you step infront of jungkook and he sneaks his hands around your waist. his lips meet your neck softly and withdraw along with a sloppy trail. you sigh in satisfaction.

it’s our paradise and it's our war zone.

- quickly crafted this one. 😶

[haechansdoll]

so perfect, i can't stop - ml x reader

Pairing : Lee Mark x f!Reader

Description : Mark is too horny, and he uses you non stop

Warnings : sex,sex and sex.

“you’re gonna lose it as soon as I put my cock in your pussy” Mark sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, as he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “fuck.” He whispers. His fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel.. didn’t know you were such an eager little thing.” You blush, and he smirks.

 “Don’t be shy.” He says, tilting your chin up as he bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.”

He wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but Mark just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when he takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?”

Mark’s eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me.” you whine and moan against him, barely containing yourself.

“M-Mark—slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, mark raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” he throws his head back, his usually brown orbs clouded into a pitch black haze. He’s struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wetness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps load after load inside you.

“fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, Mark drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. How much cum could you really take though? would Mark have to push it back in or just pump another load? The questions pile up while Mark feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. A shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling its way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. He’s mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and Mark is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

Mark inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock for the second time that night. He flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that he will never grow old of. “s-shit” he groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and his body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in the feeling. Once a sign of nerves coats his arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock.

Mark can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. ..one thing is going raw —but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongy walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. Marks eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” Mark stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, fuck!” Mark screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock, and even if he came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for a break, he cannot simply stop.—not when it feels this fucking good.

Mark feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he continues to slam his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck but you only let out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” you feel him shake as he spills inside of you. Deep groans coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but he won’t answer��almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just one more time. He thinks. He needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” Mark is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcome by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. He can’t go back now.

[notsosweetchan]

˚ʚ♡ɞ Perfect ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Twitter prn link-Smut

Paring: | Chan x Reader |

Imagine : Chan’s hands grip your hips tightly as he slams into you forcefully, eliciting muffled moans from deep within your throat. The bed creaks under them, and the room is filled with slapping skin and grunts. You arch your back, pushing yourself against him, craving more of his hard length inside you.

Your drool drips onto the floor as he takes you roughly, “drooling so much baby ? You love this don’t you?” he taunts. You nod your head in response, unable to speak due to the intensity of the pleasure taking control of your body.

His breathing is heavy in your ear, "Fuck... so tight... god damn it feels good..."As he thrusts faster and harder, you can feel his tip brushing against your sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You clutch at the sheets, your nails digging into the soft material as you try to hold on to something solid amidst the tumultuous waves of pleasure that wash over you.

He smells like sweat and sex, making it difficult for you to think straight. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates in the small room, along with the wet squelching noises as our bodies move together.

Chan smells like sweat and sex, making it difficult for you to think straight. The sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates in the small room, along with the wet squelching noises as our bodies move together.

Your perfect body shudders beneath his as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. His hips smack against your ass cheeks with each powerful thrust, leaving red marks on your skin from the force behind them.

The room is filled with their heavy breathing, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the wet slapping noises as their sweat-slicked bodies move together. In this primal moment, all you can do is focus on the feeling of being completely owned by him.

It's intoxicating and addicting. You throw your head back in ecstasy when he finds your spot once more with a rough thrust that makes you see stars.

His fingers dig into your hips as he loses control, his pace becoming frantic, "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna fill you up... god damn." His words are slurred together but you can still hear the satisfaction in his voice.

Your moans get louder and you feel yourself getting closer to climax. You can't control your pleasure, your head is thrown back as he finally reaches for one of your nipples and gives it a pinch, sending waves of pleasure straight to your core.

With a primal cry, you come undone beneath him - your walls clenching tightly around his cock, milking every last drop of his release from within you.

He follows soon after, growling out incoherently as his hips buck violently against yours, filling you up with his seed."Fuck... yes... " He pants heavily into your ear, body shaking with satisfaction as he collapses on top of you both. Chan kiss your shoulder blade, “You’re so fucking perfect for me baby.”

[sanspuppet]

⇜Fill her up good⇝

| smut: MDNI 18+

| pairing: dom!husband Wooyoung x sub!afab reader

| summary: just making babies i think :)

| W/T: unprotected sex (do not), creampie, fingering, overstimulating, kinda daddy&mommy kink, breeding kink

| Words count: 565

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"gonna fill you up another time babe, get yourself ready." you flut your eyes open, struggling to look at your swollen cunt being fucked, through your eyelashes, wetted by your desperate tears mixed with your ruined mascara. Wooyoung's cockhead is pressing against your cervix as he pounds in you so deeply as he could ever do. He throws his head back, impatient to see your already throbbing pussy, being filled up again by his arousal, so much that he could immediately see it pouring out of you. You're hesitant to keep your legs open, what you're feeling is just stimulating you over the edge, while he's fucking you dumb. you've never reached your orgasm so many times, and also, your body never took all of that cum inside your ovaries. You've only asked to your husband how would it felt to have sex without a condom, and he's now taking that opportunity to fuck you senseless and finally breed you with his seeds, his hands are gripping at your tights so he can make sure to keep you open wide for his dick to slip in and out of you hundreds of times. "Come on, take that, take this cum like a good mommy" his voice raspy and broken from how many times he's been keeping to moan, praising everytime you'd clench your walls around his length, twitching and swirling inside your aching pussy, hoping that it would help him to climb his high, till his supposed last orgasm. Nasty, squelching sounds echoing inside your room, as he is leaning over you to push himself even deeper, and suck on your hard nipples, tongue swirling around to make them erect. "Can't wait to have your fat tits filled up with your milk, nghh- wish i could taste it too-" the pornographic sounds escaping from your mouth, making you look completely like a whore, needy to take her daily dose of dick's release inside her squelching folds: "Fuck! g-gonna cum" He leaned back, holding your legs by your knees, his waist swimming between your tights, watching his cock taking his way into you, his pulsing tip kissing harshly your g-spot. "Not yet darling, i need to give you my babies, as many as i can." His tongue's sticking out, as he's still pumping in you relentlessly, even during your orgasm. "Fuck-! P-please- i can't-" you scream once he licks his thumb, then draws circles around your swollen clit, as fast as he is pushing his dick inside you. "Yes you can, take every single drop of my precious cum, gonna fuck you so much our babies will be so pretty." He groans when he finally feels his cockhead warming by the hot ropes of cum he's releasing inside you. Your pussy now red from all the times Woo's balls were pressing and slapping against it, you rolled your eyes back, forcefully trying to get down your high. "Gonna be such a good daddy..." you whine, your nails gripping desperately around his arms. "You'll be so pretty as pregnant, mommy." Woo leans over you again, placing his head on your neck, inhaling your sweet scent while leaving small kisses on your sensitive and warm skin. He moves his hand on your stomach, caressing it carefully, trying to feel the bulge of his cock still releasing his seed inside your organism. "Take good care of our kids, yeah?"

[hoshiwhore]

precious

pairing: fiance!soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut + fluff(?) (towards the end?)

warnings: breeding kink, dirty talk.

with your pussy stretched wide open on soonyoung's dick, you are a babbling mess. "right th- right there," you wail, voice close to breaking.

"yeah?" he pushes in harder and you swear you're starting to see white.

you thrust up, trying to match his pace and the action makes your tits jiggle. he reaches up to grab your breast, thumb grazing over your hardened nipple and you gasp.

"so sensitive," he unexpectedly pinches the bud and you let out a whine, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"they'll be sore by the time i'm done with you," he pistons his hips harder and you let the whine turn into a moan.

the bed creaks and the headboard starts hitting against the wall as he lets out a groan. "when i get you pregnant- fuck you full of my cum, these will be fucking swollen."

unable to speak, you mewl, clenching around him at his filthy words- "yeah, you like that? tell me you want it."

"soonyoung, please," thrashing, you arch your back, "i want it so bad, baby."

he bites his lip at the sight of you begging under him and as per your request, he snaps his hips fucking your wet heat harder and faster.

"that's my doll," he praises, "letting me have my way with her pretty pussy."

you feel your orgasm approaching as your legs quiver under his unforgiving pace. you can tell he was close as well. with strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his voice wavers and his huge length throbs inside you as he continues to fuck you brutally.

"everyone will know you're fucking mine," he lowers himself to kiss your jaw and nibbles on your neck. "they'll know how you were so needy, so desperate for my cock that-" he rolls his hips, kissing behind your ear, "-that you spread your legs for me and let- let me fuck you raw."

you whimper, pressing your chest against his as he continues to press wet, messy kisses on your neck and shoulder. "i'm gonna fuck you so full of my cum, it's going to dripping out of your cunt for days," he grinds his hips into you.

you mewl into his mouth and your bud pulsates at the sudden contact of his pelvis on your clit. you spread your thighs wider for him and he growls, pounding into you relentlessly, "shit- i'm gonna fill you up to the brink. you want that, don't you?"

as you're on the edge of both your sanity and climax, you helplessly clench around him and thrust up to fuck yourself on his length.

"gonna leave this pretty little pussy all wet and messy," he pants and you can't help tighten your grip on the sheets underneath you.

he moves his fingers to your engorged nub and rubs it in circles. the action sends a familiar warmth rushing through your body and you cum, thrashing under his hold.

you clench and unclench around him, tugging on his hair and he follows soon after, the tightness of your pussy making it difficult for him to hold back. you feel his cum reach deep inside your cunt and moan at the warmth against your wet walls.

soonyoung shuts his eyes, groaning and letting out curses as you continue to milk him dry.

"i love you soon-to-be wife," he places his head on your chest and grunts. you let out a tired giggle, scrunching your nose, when he bends lower to press a kiss on your stomach.

"i love you too, soon-to-be-be husband." running your fingers through his hair, you tug on it to pull him close to your mouth and he flashes a beautiful smile, looking at you with constellations in his eyes. he leans down to press his lips on yours and you feel your heart swell in content as he smiles into the kiss.

you cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with someone so precious.

[drewsbuzzcut]

That’s That Me, Espresso

Mat Barzal x model!fem!reader

A visceral in doses fic

Warnings: alcohol consumption, smut and mentions exhibitionism🤭 (bolded italics are flashbacks)

Takes place this summer

Mat has the perfect view from his floating in the pool. You’re on the chaise lounge, soaking up the vibrant sun rays. Your tortoise shell sunglasses sit perfectly on the bridge of your nose and you’re donned in the tiniest, pale yellow bikini. The cups of your top do the bare minimum at keeping you covered, but Mat has no complaints about it. He loves being able to see the sheen of sweat painting your skin, making it look extremely soft and silky. Don’t even get him started with the way your boobs rise and fall with every breath of air you take.

It’s like you know he’s watching when you adjust your form. His eyes follow the way your hips softly jut up so you can be more comfortable. Mat gulps down and leans his head back into the water, needing to cool down from your heated allure. But even with his eyes closed, he’s still taunted by the images of you behind his eyelids.

“Fuck, Maty. You feel so good,” you moan, hands pressed into his chest and your body straddling your boyfriend’s. His cock deep inside of you.

“Yeah, baby? You’re taking me so well,” he whispers, teeth nipping on your earlobe to make you lean into him.

Your boobs push up into his face and his mouth takes advantage of your nipples. He tugs and sucks at your stiffened peaks, drowning in the music that is your whimpers.

Mat’s hands go to your hips to guide you, but your body takes over. You bounce up and down, his leaking tip dragging along your wet walls. You grind into him and he hits your spongy spot. Your arousal increases and drips down his shaft. The squelching sounds intensifying your impending orgasm. After pleasure filled moments of taking him deeper and deeper, you start to swirl your hips from left to right and right to left. The movement lets you feel just how much he truly stretches you out. He fills you up in all the right ways; you swear you can feel him fuck into areas you didn’t even know existed.

“I’m gonna cum,” you announce, a finger circling your clit in tandem with your lower half.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” your boyfriend encourages, hands glued to the cheeks of your ass.

The knot inside of your stomach snaps, throwing you into a dizzying, burning haze. Your back arches as your tight walls collapse around his cock. Mat’s finger takes over massaging your clit and that makes you go blind with ecstasy. Everything goes black as your body trembles furiously and you gush around his length. You fist his hair and pull his lips flush against yours, tongue thrusting into his mouth. He easily takes it into his mouth and sucks on it, tasting the remnants of his previous orgasm that you expertly sucked out of him.

Your sexy hockey player boyfriend shifts his hips, cock spreading you open all over again. You whimper and spasm against the muscles of his body. You’re so sensitive, any subtle movement of his has your cock-drunk pussy spiraling into another powerful orgasm. You clench down around him, keeping him tight and warm and making him see stars as he spills into you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Your Pussy was made for me,” Mat’s groans rattle though your spent body as you continue to flutter around him, milking him for every single drop of his release.

A large hand wraps around your throat and pulls your face to his. His lips take yours and he steals whatever breath you have left.

Even in a relaxed state, Mat can’t escape the sight of your swiveling hips and the flush it creates on his neck down to his chest. It wouldn’t be a problem- the way you awaken his lust and cause his length to stir awake, but the fact that he has to wait until you’re done tanning is the problem.

It’s almost laughable the way Mat is so transparent. From your spot out of the water you can clearly tell he wants to take you exactly where you are. Impatience burns at his skin and you know that he wants nothing but to indulge in his lust.

You peer over at him from over the lens of your shades, catching a perfect glance at his hungry eyes. The usual hazel irises now mirror the espresso you had this morning. You flash him a knowing smirk, biting onto your bottom lip. The thought of his godlike body over yours sounds way too appealing.

God, you’re so lucky. You’re the one he craves; you’re the love of his life. All of his ex girlfriends and ex flings are nothing compared to you. You’re his living, breathing, dream. You feel nothing but pride, knowing that you’ve made him unattainable. You know, without a doubt, that one day you’ll be his wife and eventually have his babies. You shrug in nonchalance, happily accepting your fate while taking a sip of your sloshy margarita. The watermelon crush drips down your chin and you wipe it up with a single finger before popping it into your mouth, lapping up the liquid. Your action grabs Mat’s attention and pulls him out of the pool. You’re just too hard to resist.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Mat grins, droplets of water slipping down the defined ridges of his body as he exits the pool.

“Hey, hotshot,” you hum, taking another drink of the frozen goodness. The tequila burns your throat just right- almost like when you take your boyfriend’s cock into your mouth.

Mat pauses where he’s at, taking in the sight of you. You teasingly spread your legs open, your bikini covered heat begging him to come over. You silently call him to you with your pointer finger making a come hither motion.

“Hi, baby, can you put some tanning lotion on me?” You simply ask, holding out the bottle towards him.

“Of course, pretty girl.” He takes the bottle and squeezes the substance onto his palm.

Before he can start you flip over onto your stomach. You sport a cocky grin when you notice Mat’s eyes dip down to the curves of your ass. Now he knows why you had that familiar sultry lilt to your question; you were being a tease. With a deep breath he moves to start massaging the lotion into your legs.

His big hands take up so much space on your body and it drives you wild. Your core starts to drip and flutter, too bad you have to wait.

Moving onto your back, he takes his time and gives you a gentle massage. You practically melt into the lounger beneath you, especially when he starts tracing the letters of your tattoo. The feeling of his rough hands on your smooth skin is so enticing, because despite the roughness, he treats your body like you’re a goddess.

“That feels so good,” you moan and stretch out your limbs. Mat is instantly transported to his previous thoughts of you coming undone on top of him. Those moans are the exact same.

Without a word, your boyfriend delivers a hard smack to your ass. Your skin simmers under his palms and he grows hotter after hearing your whimper. The sting sends a jolt of pulsing desire to your pussy.

“You little shit,” you huff out, blowing some of your hair out of your face after Mat flipped you over by your hips. You throw a playful glare at him, but he just gives you a sassy smirk in return.

“You love me,” he says with a shrug and boy is he right.

You clench your thighs together as you’re desperate for friction. The way he easily manhandles you is one of the hottest things ever.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” you sigh, hands moving behind your back and pulling at the strings that hold your top up.

Your eyes lock onto your boyfriend’s, tension rising into the already humid air, and pull your top away from your chest. Your breasts fall free and every rational thought flees Mat’s head. He’s spent the entire time at the pool wanting you moaning and fucked out; he’s not waiting any longer.

Before he can make his next move, you place your foot on torso. He cocks his head to the side in a silent question. You hold the bottle of lotion out to him, humming in satisfaction when he reluctantly takes it.

This time his movements are with haste and he makes sure not to rub any on your exposed boobs. Not even your protest could get him to comply, but you quickly drop it in hopes of his perfect tongue swirling around your nipples.

After he’s done and the sun tan lotion is put away, he crawls over you. His hulking body looms over your smaller frame. To anyone else it’d look daunting, but it fills you with a carnal urge. Your hands ghost over his muscled chest and faint goosebumps appear on his skin. He leans down over your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. You arch off the lounger and enjoy the way he nips at you. You card your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands every time he sucks on you harder.

“Kiss me,” you whine, guiding his mouth away from your nipple and onto your mouth.

His tongue snakes between your lips, getting a taste of your margarita. The kiss is bruising and makes your body tingle; your heart accelerating with each caress. You pull Mat down on top of you, arms and legs wrapping around him. Your whine is swallowed by him as he grinds his clothed cock into your covered pussy. Pulling away, Mat takes a look at your glossy and plump lips, then he nibbles at them while you lay flaccid under him. His hands roam down your sides, painting you in a darkened flush that isn’t your tan. He fiddles with the ties of your bikini bottoms and slowly pulls them undone.

“I want you,” his voice is heavy with lust and it makes the hairs on your body stand.

Not feeling like replying, you rip off the bottoms to your bathing suit and then pull off his swim trunks. His member is thick and waiting for you. You give it a momentary fist until he knocks your hands away.

He grabs your waist and drags you closer to him. You let go of all control as he starts to roll your hips into him. Mat squeezes his cock between your folds, and each time you move, his angry, red tip massages your swollen clit. His length stiffens even more than it already is and it makes you want him even more.

“Please, baby. Please fuck me. Ruin me,” you beg, hands trying to put him inside of you.

“I got you, baby,” he shushes you.

He pushes into you with a gasp, making one fall from your lips at the delicious stretch. You’ll never get over the way his thick cock opens you up.

Mat holds himself up over you with his forearms pressing into the cushion. His thrusts are lazy, but you don’t care. Not when you can feel each of his veins rub against your tight walls. Even the vibration of his moans can be felt deep in your core, sparking up a fire within you. You move your hands to his back, falling more in love with the way his muscles stretch under his skin. You hold him tight because you need something grounding, something so you won’t quickly evaporate into the abyss.

“You feel so good, pretty girl,” Mat moans, his voice sickly sweet.

Your boyfriend tries to fasten his pace, but your slick walls won’t let him fully pull out. Looking down, Mat watches the way you suck him in and how your arousal collects at the base of his cock. The sight is erotic and Mat can feel his release start to bubble up.

You cup his cheeks, lips encasing his. The moment he sticks his tongue in your mouth you’re sucking on it like it’s the last thing you’ll get to feast on. You’re just about to tug on his bottom lip when your head falls back and a raspy moan claws its way up your throat. He nudged your g-spot with purpose; he wants to see you lost in rapture. He wants to see the way your chest heaves and your toes curl as you attempt to hold yourself together. Your nails dig into his skin and leave behind a trail of blistering red streaks. Those will have to be kissed on at a later time.

His hips bear down and snap into you, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. You can feel him bulge in your abdomen every time he lifts your lower half up to meet his movements.

“Oh my god! Yes, baby,” you shout, body running on nothing but margaritas and lust.

Your pussy starts to flutter around him, you’re slick dripping down his balls just as your tanning lotion now coats Mat’s skin. You wish so badly that you weren’t in the privacy of your own vacation home, so people can see and be jealous of the way your boyfriend tears you apart with his rock hard length. Something similar to feral grips at you, turning your rational mind upside down. You’d be called insane if people knew that you want the sound of the afternoon breeze to turn into moans of other people getting off on you and your man.

“Baby, you’re so wet. Is it all for me?” Mat asks as if he doesn’t already know.

“Yes! All for you,” you say with an affirmative nod.

Your core melts around him as he pushes deeper inside of you. You press your feet into the small of his back to keep him flush to you. His mouth is right next to your ear and his salacious moans set off your release. A soft hand goes to the nape of his neck and grips his grown out hair. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm surges through your body. Your twitching walls create a ripple effect and push his orgasm into motion. His hot cum shoots thick ropes inside of you as you quake underneath him.

With a low, husky grunt Mat slumps into your body. Your boobs become squished into his sweaty chest, but the feeling of his rapidly beating heart distracts you from the feel of the tackiness dressing your skin. He noses at the pulse point on your neck; his lips leaving delicate kisses and fresh bruises you’ll have to cover with makeup.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your collarbone before resting his cheek over your heart. His breath is heavy and his eyes are lidded, Luke he’s ready to fall asleep.

He slowly rearranges himself, his cock still keeping his release inside of you, making sure to softly drag out your orgasm.

“I love you,” you moan. His weight keeps you anchored down, so your overstimulation doesn’t sweep you away.

You gently card your fingers through his hair, each other’s bodies slipping into a state of tranquility. You eventually fall asleep wrapped up in Mat as the sun washes over the both of you in your throne of bliss.

a/n: So this is the first piece in a while that I enjoyed writing for visceral in doses. I hope you all enjoy it🫶

[fictionalwench]

(NSFW WARNING: Toji being a complete degenerate, breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy, Toji calls the reader ma, mama, and mommy, Daddy kink) (female reader btw)

Toji Fushiguro

Who absolutely has a breeding kink. God, just the idea of you being all knocked up and glowly drives him absolutely insane. You two had tried for hours to realize that dream, him stuffing your pussy to the point of overflow.

'Tha's it Ma,' Toji pants from behind you, leaning across the expanse of your back to pant and growl in your ear. His breath on your neck made you shiver, your soft walls tightening around him.

Toji longed to hear a little voice calling you 'Mommy'. To know that it was the voice of a little one that you created together. The way it'd tie you to him forever. The way it'd mark you as his.

'Feel how she's suck'n me in, Mama? Oooh, she's just begging for me to fill her up,' you whine at this, and he brings one large arm up to reach around and cup your face by your chin, 'shhh, it's ok Ma. Daddy's gonna give you a baby.'

Suddenly he's pulling you up by your hips, hitting your sweet spot at a new, lewder angle. The mess of you mixed with his last four loads is leaking out in pearly ringlets, dripping down your thighs and ruining the sheets below you.

His pants mix with your moans and mewls of pleasure, creating a absolutely pornographic soundtrack to spar him on the way to completing his mission.

'D-daddy, gunna cum,' you manage to squeak out, looking back into his eyes. He throws his head back, groaning low, the harsh snap of his hips quickening.

'Fuck yea, cum f'me, Mommy. Want you to milk every last drop out of my cock. Gotta make sure we get ya nice 'n full.' He reaches under you to play with your slippery clit, his rough digits creating a friction that's all too much for you.

You come undone with a scream, the release of your fifth orgasm turning your vision red. Toji is close to follow behind, his pants turning down right whiny from the over stimulation, burying himself as deep as possible, his tip against your cervix.

He kisses down your back, using one hand to half hold you in place, half rub your lower tummy, the bulge of his cock still prominent. When he does pull out, his cum leaks hot onto your clit, making you whine.

'Stay right here,' he instructs, falling to his knees, spreading your thighs apart to look at your ruined cunt. He chuckles lowly, using one finger to catch some cum leaking down the red, raw skin of your backside, and shoving it back inside of you quickly.

'She's s'pretty,' he coos, and then his face is buried in your messy pussy, his nose bumping your hole, and he takes a deep huff, groaning at the scent of you and him mixed together.

He pulls his face way, leaving a harsh kiss on your clit, and he looks up at you as you look back at him, and he smiles proudly, your slick and his own cum shining on his face.

'Smells like it worked this time, Ma.'

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 1: FREE USE Roronoa Zoro 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡ sashi our smut queen, can I request a juicy fic for day 1 with zoro and fem! reader? thank youuu ~ tw: mdni. free use. unprotected sex. creampie. dominant zoro as hell. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Perhaps it was his very own kink, perhaps it was exactly and just how he really was… impulsive in his own way, deadly, scary, demonic.

Romanticism wasn’t for him; he didn’t even think about it in any case. He wanted you, your body covered in the irony smell of blood and sweat. Fight me and let me fuck you, whenever I want to.

Still panting, with your katana trembling in between your hands and a drop of blood running from your cheek to the commissure of your mouth, you look at him.

Zoro’s yukata only tied by the sash around his hips, hangs loosely. His sweated body, that scar that shines with the argentum bath of a huge moon up above the sky.

“Sex. Now.” he orders, ripping your katana off your hand and throwing it to the side. Because Zoro respects his own katanas, and all of the katanas… but not yours, he doesn’t care about yours.

You take a single step back, is not that you don’t want to please him… is that he is big. Zoro is imponent, Zoro is huge, Zoro is a demon.

Calloused hand lands on your delicate cheek. The thumb cleans the drizzling red fluid over your lips and then it takes it to his tongue. Like a creature whose vital force came from blood, he rejoices with the irony taste of it.

Zoro proceeds, then, to take his bandana off in a swift motion. It’s also covered in sweat, dampened by the hard work of his physique.

As he is a man of few words, and you don’t really need none of them to understand, you ponder if he is gonna use it to cover your mouth this time.

But you were wrong, what he wanted today was to keep you tied to the bamboo stick you couldn’t cut today while training.

“Lift your hands” he commands, pressing them together above your head and against the poorly injured bamboo fibres. Like an expert he passes the black fabric around your wrists and the stick, securing the knot with great strength. His chest, huge and prominent, dances dangerously close to your nose and lips, making you wanna suck, bite, taste, and drink.

When he is ready, Zoro backs up looking at you as a beautiful, crucified prey for a demon to devour. It feels like the bandana might be breaking the bones of your wrists, but still there is some movement that Zoro will use efficiently for his own pleasure.

He smirks, devilishly. Ripping after gloating, the fine silky fabrics that formed your yukata. Freed your breasts, your belly and legs, his hand instantly travels down his crotch.

“I should keep you this way for the rest of your life, like a hole for me to fill” he utters, with extreme calmness and still menacing demeanour in his voice.  

You swallow. If he wanted to, he could. If he wanted to, you would let him do it.

Pumping his dick in between equally massive hands, he comes closer. Zoro first kisses your neck, and as you do you feel the throbbing hardness in between his legs getting pressed against your lower belly.

He bites your carotid, ripping a grunt from your throat in total pain but pleasure. You could swear that your feet are about to become wet from your need of him to fill you up. But you are there for him to use you, freely. Who are you to plead to the Daimyo of Ringo?

“I hope you are tight as you always are” he murmurs in your ear; with the raspy voice he uses for these cases.

You nod, making sure your insides are ready to welcome his violent intrusion.

And as his lips reach for one of your nipples, nibbling with no mercy, his sex search for your dripping wet core.

He growls the moment your walls receive him with spasming, wet and hot sensation. Zoro’s hand slaps the bamboo stick to which you are tied, shaking your whole body.

“Woman… damn you” he protests, as you begin exercising your entrance enough to pump his dick in milking motions. And even if your legs are becoming weaker because of his wide fulfilment, you accomplish your only job; please the daimyo.

His hips, however, take the lead and the ramming becomes violent. Vicious enough to break you in half. Your legs lose the fight against gravity, and you begin to slide up and down as he fucks you.

Zoro scoffs, grabbing you by the back of your thighs. Holding you up, he goes in and out, deeper every time. But it’s not deep enough for the king of hell, and when he is “tired” of holding you in such position, he lifts one of your legs up as if you were a doll.

Your right heel now rests on his chest, while your left leg hangs loosely down. He impales you back again, this time reaching places inside your body that aren’t supposed to be touched.

You moan, louder, perhaps sounding more like a mewling creature than a woman being fucked. And Zoro enjoys it, enough for him to hit your g spot so deadly as a reward.

You feel like exploding around his shaft, and even if you do, he won’t mind. He likes to fuck you until you lose conscious if it’s necessary for him to be satisfied.

And he does. He bites your lip when he can sense the pressure of your womb on his sex, the liquids spreading down his legs. And Zoro doesn’t stop.

Your eyes become white, his endless pumping motions are extending your climax and making your whole body to quiver. And the more you do, the more the green haired samurai fucks you until his own orgasm hits him.

“Ugh… you- take my cum” he growls, lifting your two legs up so that you look more like a container for his seed than a woman to be simply filled.

You can feel his release flooding your overly sensitive insides, getting pumped by his still rams, deep, deep into you.

Your rest your forehead on his strong shoulder, completely out of energy… accepting with a smile that this isn’t the end, and that he will freely use you for the rest of the night ~

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[peetaslefttoe]

Peeta x reader maybe with a breeding kink? When the war is over Peeta desperately wants kids with the reader and reader feels the same

warnings: smut with literally 0 plot, breed1ng kink, slight lactation kink, creamp1e, c0ckwarming

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this request i hope you like this 🫶 it’s kinda short i hope that’s okay

Masterlist Pinned xx

Peeta stood in the kitchen slicing the warm bread he’d just pulled from the oven. The sunlight poured in, illuminating his figure. You stood for a moment, enjoying the peace and the life you’d built together after the war. He turned with two slices of bread and saw you in the doorframe. He broke into a smile.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, walking towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist swaying with you in the morning sun which leaks through the windows. You smile up at him and plant a loving kiss to his lips. Together you sit to eat breakfast at the dining table.

“Do you ever feel like it’s quiet around here now?” Peeta says breaking the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?” you ask, though you think you may have an idea what he means after all.

“I mean, with the war being over I’ve just been thinking…”

“about a family?” you ask, looking at him with adoration. He looks up meeting your gaze, he smiles , his cheeks blushing in happiness.

“Yeah, yeah about a family,” he responds. You lean forward capturing his lips in yours, unable to resist the sweet smile on his face.

“Peeta, of course I want a family with you, you’d be an amazing dad,” you say, pulling back and looking into his eyes once more. Suddenly he lifts you over his shoulder and walks back to your bedroom. You giggle, kicking your feet wildly.

“Peeta! Put me down!” you laugh out. He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top. He paints your forehead in kisses laughing with you.

“God, I can just imagine you, pregnant with my baby,” he says in a dazed voice. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. He deepens it further, clutching your face tightly. You feel his length grow in his pyjama pants against you. You pull back smirking at him.

“This isn’t turning you on, is it?” you say playfully, teasing him.

“Shhh,” he replies, silencing you with another kiss. He pulls his shirt over his head before leaning back down. You run your hands along his warm back, feeling his muscles move as he touches you. He moves to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft sensitive skin. He tugs at your pyjama shirt, you comply and discard it to the floor. He whines, realizing your not wearing a bra.

“Fuck Y/N, want your tits to swell with milk for me sweet girl,” he murmurs shading your chest. He licks at your right nipple before suckling firmly at it. His hands come up to squeeze your breasts.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my seed, watch you swell,” you moaned at his words, grinding up into him. He pulls his thick cock out, pumping himself slowly. You pull your panties down and open your legs for him.

“You want me to cum deep inside you and fuck my cum into you darling?” Peeta says darkly, lining up with your soaking hole.

“Please Peeta, want you to give me a baby,” with these words he rams into you, his heavy balls smacking your ass. He pulls back slowly before thrusting into you hard and rough. You moan at his movements, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You snake your hand down to your clit, furiously rubbing it. Your legs shake with pleasure as he fucks into you, the sound of his thrusts fill the room.

“I’m gonna make you mine in every way darling, can’t you see how beautiful you’ll look? All round with my baby,” Peeta grunts, leaning down to suck at your nipples again. He bites down gently, sending you over the edge. You thrash and buck wildly into him, milking his dick. Your walls flutter around him, Peeta throws his head back in ecstasy, his warm cum filling you. He fucks you through your high, but continues to thrust his seed deep into your hole as promised. After a few more rough strokes he lays facing you without pulling out.

“Gonna stay inside you sweet girl, make sure to breed your tight little pussy,” he whispers, stroking your hair out of your face. You clench around him at his words before kissing him deeply.

“I can’t wait Peeta, I can’t wait,” you murmur dreamily against his chest.

[bimbo-baggins17]

I have an idea. Maybe the reader could be throwing a Halloween party and become Sam is her boyfriend he has no choice but to go so he’s helping her with decorations and everything and then decides to scare her

After he feels so bad he makes it up to her but doing some kinky ass fucking but then there’s people knocking to come inside for the party but he doesn’t stop he just takes his time and ruins her outfit

And when she finally opens the door one of her friend notices his cum dripping down her leg from her mini skirt AHHHHHH

-🌺

“Sammy? Can you help me hang this up?” You call out, your arms stretched as far they go as you put up one of the last decorations before everyone starts arriving but don’t hear him. “Sam?” You yell out again, glancing over your shoulder but still nothing.

With a huff, you stop exerting yourself in favor of tracking down your suddenly missing boyfriend. “Sam, everyone’s gonna be here soon!”

You walk out of the living room, down the short hallway. “C’mon you said you’d help-“

Your words are cut off by Sam jumping out of the hall closet with a werewolf mask on. “RAHHHHH!!”

You scream and he laughs heartily despite you swatting at him. Sam slips the latex mask off, still laughing. “God you shoulda seen your face!”

You swat at him again, “Real nice, asshole.”

“Relax, I was just messing around.”

“Yeah but everyone’s gonna be here soon and-“

He steps closer, hands finding your waist, “Oh c’mon babe. I was only messing around.”

“But..”

He shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll make it up to you.” Sam murmurs against your skin.

“The time though..”

“Shh..it’ll be fine. We got enough time.”

Against better judgement, you melt under his touch, giving into him.

His lips are on your’s instantly, greedily forcing his tongue into your mouth. Sam walks you back into the livingroom, pushing you back onto the couch and climbing ontop of you. He pushes your black skirt up and moves your panties to the side.

He teases his fingers over your slit, “Shit. You’re this wet for me already?”

Sam eagerly shoves his jeans down just enough to free his cock and pushes into you. You moan and grip tightly at his shoulders. “Gotta-…gotta be quick.” You inform him.

He shakes his head, “Nah. I’ll take as long as I want.”

You mewl, squirming under him a little, “But Sammy..”

“Just be quiet and take what I give you.”

His strokes are achingly slow but he hits every single spot and he groans being able to feel each and every groove of your gummy walls.

Sam starts to thrust into you faster, feeling like he’d cum fast if he stayed doing slow. He splays a large hand over your lower stomach, pushing down so you feel all of him as he fucks into you.

Your moans are loud and almost drown out the doorbell ringing. Your eyes pop open, “S-Sam they’re..here..”

“I know.” He grunts out, not stopping. “I’m gonna fill you up so good babe.”

He takes his hand off your stomach to be able to toy at your clit, not caring for the way the doorbell keeps ringing and ringing. “Fuck..’m gonna cum. Need you to cum for me babe.”

When he feels your walls spasming, it pulls him over the edge, spurting his hot seed into your pussy as it milks him.

His head falls to the crook of your neck, leaving a kiss on the sweaty skin there. “I love how your pussy feels.” He mumbles.

You open your mouth to respond but another ring of the doorbell cuts you off and reminds you that you had guests to tend to.

“Sam get off.” You nudge at him.

He groans but rolls off of you. “You’re no fun.”

You shoot him a look over your shoulder as you make your way to the door. Right before you open it you quickly smooth your clothes out and reposition your cat ears.

You open the door with a charming smile for your couple friends that showed up on time, “Hey guys come in, come in.” You usher them in.

As they file in, your best friend stops beside you, “Y’know..if you’re gonna ignore the door to fuck, the least you can do it clean up the cum on your legs.”

When you glance down, you’re embarrassed seeing his sticky substance dripping down your leg out of your mini skirt. You look over at Sam who already had noticed, a big shit eating grin on his face. He was proud of his work.

[haetrack]

having very … thoughts abt incubus!haech … (i need him so bad val its not even funny)

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a/n: just cried to the thought of this. like woah val can write a dom!haechan?? who would’ve thought… MDNI

incubus!haechan choosing to intrude on your dreams because he knows just how sexually frustrated you are.

incubus!haechan showing up in your dreams, touching every single spot that makes you feel good. it’s almost too good to be true, no one’s ever made you feel this good.

right before you cum in your sleep, you’re pulled away from your dream, now staring at the unknown man staring at you from the edge of your bed. he was just fucking you in your dream. haechan would smile at you as you throw yourself onto him, laughing at how quick you beg him to fuck you.

incubus!haechan who wastes no time repeating his actions from your dream, quickly pulling off your shorts and panties. he taunts you for how wet you are for a literal demon, his hand quickly slapping your cunt. the loud moan you let out pleases him, quickly lining himself at your entrance.

“angel,” he’d say, “wanna hear you beg for it. wanna hear you say that you want me to ruin your pretty pussy. my pretty pussy.”

“i-i need you! need you to ruin everyone else for me!”

incubus!haechan would put all his focus onto you. he can hear your every thought, can hear what makes your heart race and what makes you clench around him. he knows everything you like, and it’s easy for him to get you wrapped around his finger.

incubus!haechan who really just wants to see you cry and beg for him. he’s not nice, knowing that you need more than someone treating you like porcelain in bed. that’s why he’s there to take care of you, give you everything you could wish for in a human. he’d tease you, edge you for as long as he wishes until his own patience runs out. he’d fuck you into the sheets, enjoying the pretty cried you let out of his name, no human ever sounding as sweet as you do.

incubus!haechan wants you to know that you’re all his now. he’s made you cum on his cock too many times, fucking you dumb. all you remember is his name and how good he’s making you feel. you take everything he’s giving you, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure you give to him. when he knows he’s close to cumming, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “you’re gonna let me fill your pussy full of my cum, right? gonna let everyone know you needed a demon to get off?”

all you can do is let out a loud whimper, nodding at his words as he fills you up. there’s no one who’s ever felt as good as you do, your warm walls milking his cock as he fucks his cum into you. he thinks it’s what heaven might feel like. you’re his angel now, can’t let you go knowing that you’re the only one who can make him feel just as good.

he’ll make sure he gets you, heading to your apartment every single night he hears his name flash in your mind.