#i think i ovulated during this movie

[lunatictardis]

After Hit Man, now I know why people are so obsessed with Glen Powell.

[reilemon]

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♡︎ pairing: Zayne x fem!reader

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♡︎ cw: unprotected sex (oops), office sex, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, I think that's it?

♡︎ word count: 3.4k

♡︎ synopsis: what to do when you "accidentally" flash your doctor?

♡︎ a/n: I haven't written smut in like three years. So if you think my writing is cringe, just keep scrolling idk.

♡︎ special thanks to my beta reader ♡︎ @its-de ♡︎ for reading and helping me with this

banner by @cafekitsune

You finally have a day off and you want to use this free time to run errands. However, it's also a hot summer day and you need to dress accordingly. After cleaning your apartment and stocking up your fridge, you have -

meet up with your friend

shop for some new summer clothes and bed sheets

doctor’s appointment

You'd just skip the last one because you feel fine, even during the hot weather.

But you know damn well Dr Zayne will not be pleased with you if you do that. And he's not only your doctor now (and a childhood friend), but an actual friend who you spend most of your free time with. Circumstances of him being your assigned physician, some other stuff that happened in the last few months, brought you so much closer that you couldn't help but develop a huge crush on him. And how could you not when he's so kind, warm, attentive, always makes time for you, funny in his own way... you could spend the whole day thinking of all the stuff that makes you want to be more than friends.

Actually, you might be more than just friends. Lately, you’ve been going on a lot of “dates”; visiting festivals, trying new restaurants but also frequenting your favorite ones, dragging him to the arcade… he’s started insisting on being the one to drop you off at home after a night out. Just a couple of weeks ago when you were sick, he came to your place and took care of you. Both of you ended up falling asleep on your bed watching your comfort movie – actually, he wanted to read his book but ended up invested in the plot and eventually fell asleep before you, tired from his shift and nursing you back to health. You had enough strength to get up to pull out a freshly washed blanket from the closet and cover him. You lied back down, finding comfort in watching Zayne’s peaceful sleeping face. That’s how you fell asleep.

The next morning you found yourself waking up on Zayne’s chest, your form enveloping his. He was gently stroking your back, waiting for you to open your eyes. You don’t know whether you were the one that latched onto him during the night, or if he’s the one that pulled you in; nonetheless, it felt surreal to wake up like this. You looked up into his beautiful hazel green eyes, and you just shared a moment of pure intimacy. Then you got self-conscious of him having a close up of your morning face, which made you immediately jump from the bed and sprint to the bathroom. So, he did manage to nurse you back to health in one day.

You really wish he made the first move already. With all the stolen glances, lingering touches, cuddling, you genuinely think he feels the same way. But you are also his patient, so maybe he feels uncomfortable starting anything, like he’s crossing a boundary and abusing his position as your physician? Maybe he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Or maybe you’re just delusional and ovulating.

Okay, back to the present. You’re not going to pass up the opportunity to see your crush (this is more than just a crush, honestly) and you add one more task to the list

get some dessert for Zayne

And you want to look cute for him, so you opt for your new backless summer dress.

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“Thank fuck, I look okay.” You murmur as you check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom of Zayne's office.

It's just before 8pm, your scheduled checkup. Both of you were too busy to hang out for more than a week, and you can’t wait to see him. You took this opportunity to leave the heavy shopping bags on the sofa, the bag with dessert on his desk, and quickly freshen up in the bathroom. It was so hot today, still is, but thanks to the dress you didn't sweat that much.

You exit the bathroom the same time he enters the office. You catch how his usually stern gaze behind his glasses softens at the sight of you.

“Hey!” You don’t waste any time and shorten the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck giving him a peck on the cheek.

Zayne’s hands stiffly hover over your waist, stunned by the enthusiastic greeting. You always have a big smile on your face when you see him, but you’re only this forward when you have some alcohol in your system. He doesn’t smell it on your breath now though.

“Did you miss me that much, or are you trying to coax me to skip the check up?”

You pull away with a pout and a blush on your cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed, you go and sit on a chair across his desk, steering the conversation towards the dessert you brought him.

With an entertained smirk, he sat on his chair and indulged in just chatting with you, and making plans for the evening. He feels at ease now that you’re here.

Zayne cuts the conversation short to take care of some paperwork, so you entertain yourself with your phone, checking what cafes are open. You sit there in silence, not wanting to disturb him. The room is air-conditioned and you would think you'd start to cool down, but it's impossible to do so when your crush is right across you. You try to focus on your phone but your eyes keep darting between the screen and Zayne’s handsome focused features…his hand holding the pen… his long fingers...

“You need to ask me something?” Zayne peers over his glasses.

Busted!

For like a hundredth time.

You fidget in your seat. “Um, no. I don’t wanna disturb you.”

He closes a file and puts papers aside. “I’m done. Go ahead.”

You make up how you wanted to ask him if he wanted to visit the café on your screen, only to for him to point out it’s closed when you show it to him. Not smooth at all.

You nervously scratch your back, and that when it hits you. You didn't wear a bra today!

In your defense, of course you're not going to wear a bra with the backless dress and when it's so hot outside, and it would be okay if this was just a hangout, but the main reason why you're here is because of the check up! Well, now you're getting even more flustered and you can feel nervous sweat forming everywhere. Great.

Zayne's voice fades into focus.

"Is everything okay?"

“Yeah, let’s just go find a cafe that’s nearby!” You prop yourself to sit up and make a run for it, but the seriousness in Zayne’s tone stops you.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

You wave your hand “I feel great, you don't need to -"

"That's good to hear." He humors you, setting the stethoscope around his neck, eyes not leaving yours.

You engage in a short staring contest, but you never win those with him. You hold back the bratty whine as you get up and walk towards the chair. Should you address this? What would be more awkward – saying that you don’t have a bra on or just slipping off the top of the dress, flashing him? But Zayne is a professional; he probably saw plenty of breasts from other patients and didn’t bat an eye. And maybe he even noticed that you’re braless.

You sit on the chair next to him and Zayne gives you an amused look. “Good girl.”

It was like a reflex - the moment you heard those words, your hands slipped off the top of your dress. Zayne pauses, his eyes locked at the sight before him. Oh shit, did you manage to make the situation awkward after all? Just when you wanted to open your mouth to say anything, he blinks and proceeds to do what he’s supposed to do. You suck in a breath when the icy cold stethoscope touches your chest spreading goosebumps across your skin, making your nipples hard. Zayne's eyes are focused somewhere to the side, but you can see light redness peppered on his cheeks. The two of you sit there in silence while he checks your heartbeat. You try to compose yourself, take slow breaths, but your heart is giving you away.

When he’s done, he takes off the instrument and places it on the table. He clears his throat “Nothing irregular, your heartbeat is a little faster, but the heat is probably to blame.”

Right, the heat.

You hope that the redness, still on his face, and his ears, is not from the sun.

Again, you have two choices – do you pull the top up and act like nothing happened, continue the same ‘will they, won’t they’ routine – or do you want to do something about this, take the first step and find out once and for all if this infatuation is one sided?

You take his hand, making him look at you, ‘Well, can you help me cool down, Doctor?’

Zayne eyes widen slightly, switching between your hand and your gaze, only guessing where you’re going with this.

You gently place his cold hand just above your left breast ‘Is this okay?’ you whisper.

Zayne’s irises are almost black from how dilated his pupils are. As he gazes into your doe eyes, the hand resting on your chest travels up across your skin and lands on the side of your neck. He takes off his glasses, leans towards you, his lips a breath away from yours, “You’re walking on thin ice, darling.”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you into a searing kiss. Zayne is kissing you like a man starved, like he's been waiting for this for so long, afraid that this moment will slip away all too quickly. His other hand wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing your chests together, feeling each other’s heartbeats. You moan into the kiss, surprised by the intensity of it and the desperation of his embrace. His lips are so soft and tender, just like you imagined too many times. The hand on your waist travels up to grab your breast, the sensation of his big cold hand on your heated skin making you gasp against his lips. He seizes the moment to lick your bottom lip, then slipping his tongue, yours quickly meeting it.

Suddenly, both of his hands land on your shoulders pulling away.

He utters ‘fuck’ (this might be the first time hearing him say the f word, and you’re embarrassed how excited it made you.) He holds your chin with thumb and index finger, ‘Do you wish to continue?’

You utter ‘yes’ and grab him by the black necktie locking your lips again. His hands find the top of your thighs, then sneaking their way down to bunch up your dress over your knees.

“Hold onto me.” He murmurs between kisses, and you oblige, catching onto his shoulders. Zayne grabs you by the back of your soft thighs, lifting you from the chair and placing you on his desk, so effortlessly and swiftly, like you weigh nothing.

Your fingers comb through his soft, thick hair, relishing in the fact of being able to touch it like this. His hands cup your face, distancing his lips from yours. You expectantly look up to see his tender, yearning gaze. He looks like he’s about to say something, but then he kisses you again, this time softly, slowly deepening it, stealing your breath away. His soft lips move to kiss and nip at the side of your neck, his hands giving attention to your breasts again. He caresses both of them, and it doesn’t take long for one of his hands to be replaced by his lips. His hot tongue teases around the nipple. But when he starts sucking on it, while simultaneously playing with the other one with his fingers, a loud moan escapes your lips.

Zayne’s smirks against the sensitive nipple, “You need to stay quiet, darling.”

You were so dazed with lust that you completely forgot that there could be people outside his office. You bite your bottom lip and nod.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, one hand bunching up your dress more and resting on your hip, while the one on your nipple sneaks its way down, teasing the band of your underwear. You feel his fingers slide down, rubbing you over your soaked panties, making you move your hips, craving more friction.

“Fuck.” He breathes against your ear, “You’re already so wet for me.”

The fingers travel towards the band of your underwear and tug on it, and you lift your hips to let him slide it down your legs. Then he stashes your panties into the pocket of his pants.

He catches you by surprise when he kneels down in front of your cunt, your legs closing on reflex, but Zayne grabs your thighs before they could squish his head.

He gently strokes them, "Let me see you."

You’re hesitant about it, but you remember that you took extra steps when you freshened up in the bathroom. Slowly, you spread your legs, lifting your feet to rest on the edge of the desk. Cool air against your soaked pussy sends shivers all over your body.

His hands rest on the plush of your inner thighs. His eyes are mesmerized by the sight in front of him. You almost feel self-conscious by the close-up he’s getting.

"Zayne –" You squirm under his stare.

Snapping out of his daze, he meets your eyes "I’m sorry. You’re just so much more beautiful than I imagined."

Than he imagined? The statement makes your cheeks even deeper red, your pussy more wet and impatient.

Feeling impatient himself, Zayne starts by placing gentle kisses on your inner thigh. The hand on the opposite side follows the same trail, his slender fingers stopping to tease your wet folds, the contact making you gasp and involuntarily clench your thighs.

"Relax, angel." His breath fans over your pussy, not making it easier but you try anyway.

The digits slowly glide over the wetness, bathing in your juices. Your hips flinch as his fingertips lightly circle your clit, thighs trembling as digits are replaced with his hot tongue. It glides flat over your folds, stopping to circle the sensitive nub. The tip of the tongue flicks over it, circles it, again and again, your cunt dripping with both his saliva and your arousal. His middle finger slides in, ring finger shortly after, curling to reach and rub that delicate spot inside you; he sucks and licks your clit while finger fucking you, and your thighs are now shaking, toes curling, as intense waves of pleasure course through your body.

Your hold onto Zayne’s hair, and roll your hips in the same rhythm of his fingers, chasing your release, "Zayne… I’m gonna–"

He locks eyes with you and continues what he’s doing; you come shortly after, covering your mouth with your hand.

Zayne helps you come down from your high, places soft pecks on your thighs again and stands up, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

Your hands frantically find his belt and start unbuckling it.

Zayne breaks the kiss, ‘I don’t have any condoms here.’

You shrug ‘Just pull out.’

‘That’s not very respo – ‘

‘Well, you’re a doctor; you can prescribe me some plan b pills.’ you innocently flutter your lashes.

He chuckles and starts taking off his tie and shirt, and you take a moment to gaze at the strong, chiseled muscles of his torso, his arms and those shoulders. Zayne, amused at your dazed and shameless ogling of his  shirtless physique, reaches down to unzip his pants, taking them and underwear off in the same go, his hard cock smacking against his shaved pelvis. You suck in a breath when your eyes land on it. He's long and thick, curved just right, tip glistening with so much precum. You hand wraps around it, stroking and feeling the pulsing veins under your touch.

Zayne’s breath hitches ‘Are you sure – fuck…’ He groans when you press his length against your slippery folds, teasingly moving your hips.

‘Yes… I need you.’

With those magic words, Zayne swipes all the papers off the table, grabs you behind the knees and lifts your legs further, and you lean back to rest on your elbows.

His dick strokes your slit, tip teasing the entrance, but you're so impatient.

'Zaynee-' you whine.

He closes his eyes, jaw clenched. Even though your ‘friend’ is the embodiment of calm and collected, right now he’s barely holding onto his composure. His flushed cheeks and red ears, ragged breathing are exposing how badly he wanted, needed, this and how he’s trying so hard not to cum right here before even slipping the tip in.

But he doesn’t want to wait any longer; with your needy whines spurring him on, he places his red cockhead against you, your drenched pussy making it easy to slide it in.

His leg muscles tremble, trying to restrain himself from bottoming out the same second; with shallow thrusts, he slowly slides it all the way in. He towers over you, one hand resting on the desk, the other cupping your face. His hips roll at languid pace, his hooded eyes never leaving your face, watching you adjust to his size.

As you get comfortable, you grab him by back of his neck “Faster, please…” You breathe. He leans down, locking your lips into a sloppy kiss.

He slowly picks up the pace, his hand starts playing with your nipples again, and now it's really hard keep your voice down. You keep breaking the kiss in desperate need to catch your breath, but moans escape your lips as well. Zayne grabs your upper arms and pushes you down further. His muscular torso pressed against yours, his pelvis rubbing against your clit.

“Zayne - I'm close”

“Try to stay quiet, angel.” he grunts, his eyes locked on your face, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He angles himself so his hand can reach down and rub your clit, and it’s too much for you - you cum a few seconds later and Zayne has to slip two fingers of his other hand into your mouth to keep you from screaming. You still whimper and moan over his fingers. He slows down to help you ride out the orgasm, and pulls out the fingers to kiss your lips.

'Is it okay to pick up the pace now? I'm so close.'

You only nod, unable to form any words. He plants a kiss on your temple and moves onto kissing and sucking your neck. Then he goes back to just looking at your face while he picks up the pace, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him even deeper. You bite your bottom lip, but at this point, you feel it's impossible to stay quiet. And now it's not only you who is making noise, but the desk, although sturdy, is starting to move and creak.

You gasp as he suddenly lifts you off the table with his big arms wrapped around your torso. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him. His hands grabs your ass and starts moving your hips in unison with his, his throbbing dick thrusting so much deeper, all the juices leaking down his balls and onto the floor.

You latch your teeth onto his neck to keep yourself from screaming while he’s panting feverishly into your ear.

‘I’m gonna come soon –‘

You meet his gaze ‘Don’t pull out.’

His hips stutter at your words, eyes widening for a second. He curses under his breath and picks up the pace. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, lewd gasps and pants interrupting.

His hands squeezing your ass in a bruising grip, he grunts against your lips, and you feel intense throbbing of his cock; warm liquid filling you up, sending shivers all over your sweaty body.

His slow pumps let his thick cum drip out, making a mess of his pants and the floor. You can feel how fast his heart is beating against your chest. The two of you catch your breath as your lips share a languid kiss, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

After pulling out, Zayne sits you on his chair. He kneels in front of you, caresses your cheek, his eyes full of adoration. “I never thought our first time would look like this.”

You lean into his palm, looking at him with sweet innocent eyes, “Oh? What did you imagine then?”

“I can show you later.”

[pr1ncessjo]

Jo. You asked I deliver 🤍🤍🤍

What about first kiss with wade that turns into first EVERYTHING. basically everything sexual lmaooooo. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

MDNI 18+ content ; shy/innocent fem!reader, corruption kink, fingering, lots of pet names, i'm ovulating can you tell?

tysm for the request angel !!! this is part one bc i got kinda stuck lol :P part two soon <333

losing your innocence to wade pt. 1

as much as wade teases and makes lewd jokes, he practiced an astonishing amount of patience when it came to your lack of sexual experience. he respected your boundaries (to some extent). of course, there was the occasional peek at your ass or 'accidental' boner while you cuddled on the couch. he couldn't help it. you were the most enticing thing to him and it drove him fucking mad. he was so used to immediate sex after (or during) the first date, but you really have thrown him for a loop. just as he's about to get close to you, you stop him.

"not yet..." you'll whisper with a little sheepish giggle. if it was any other girl, this would piss him the fuck off. the blue balls alone had him fighting internal demons. but that's the thing. you weren't just 'some girl'. there was something about this whole dynamic that kept wade insatiably hooked. he got to look at everything he couldn't touch and for some fucked up reason he was obsessed with how painful it was.

lucky for him, tonight he gets to look and touch.

you and him were currently snuggled up on the couch watching a random movie neither of you were really into. he had just got back from a mission, suit a little tattered and adrenaline through the roof.

"um, wade?" you ask shakily, pausing the movie and sitting up to face him.

he mirrors your posture so that you know you have his full attention. "somethin' wrong, sweets?" a gloved hand goes to your thigh, soothingly rubbing the skin your sleep shorts didn't cover.

you were trying to find the right words, opening your mouth to speak and closing it several times before huffing, clearly frustrated with yourself. little did he know, you were just has horny has he constantly was. you were simply better at hiding it. but not tonight. you physically couldn't wait any longer. albeit dramatic, you throw yourself at wade, straddling his lap and kissing him above the mask.

he doesn't deny you, but he's definitely shocked. "woah, woah, hey..." his hands find the sides of your face, leaning back as he catches his breath.

for a moment, you take his surprised state personally, feeling stupid and embarrassed. "sorry, that was stupid. i-" stumbling, you start to get off of him, but he firmly plants your hips back down on top of him.

"ah, ah, ah," he tuts, "where d'you think you're going, baby?" he peals his mask up just above the tip of his nose so you can see his mouth. "just thought your first kiss should be with an actual mouth."

you giggle, getting comfortable on his lap again. "oh yeah, right."

"alright, baby, take two. lights...camera..." he whispers, cupping your face and pulling you into a heated kiss, not caring to finish his sentence.

you're not sure what takes over, but your hips start to rock against him. the rough material of his suit against your skin feels so good. judging by the erection you start to feel beneath you, he's feeling good too.

"ohhhh, i see," wade muses, noticing how you desperately chase the friction between you two, "you wanna try me on for size, pumpkin?" he asks, but it's clearly rhetorical because he doesn't wait for a response, gripping your hips and rocking you back and forth against his bulge.

"shit, wade..." you mumble, as the bunched up fabric of his suit hits your clit just right. the sensation was new, but you were hooked, wanting-craving more.

"just wait, baby. haven't even gotten to the main course." he teases, pealing his mask back down before picking you up and walking to your bedroom. his brash action elicits a squeal from you as he quickly kicks the door open and places you gently on the bed. this is new for him, the whole 'slow and gentle thing', but there is something so undeniably hot about how you watch his every move wide-eyed and innocent. he can see your chest rise and fall as he crawls on the bed, resting on his knees between your legs. "mind if i pop the hood, see what i'm workin' with, doll-face?"

eagerly, you nod, chewing your lip with anticipation. with your approval, he doesn't waste a goddamn second, tugging down your shorts to reveal a lacy pair of black panties. if that wasn't enough to get him going, the burgundy little bow in the center definitely is.

"black and red...like your suit." you whisper out shyly, praying he doesn't think it's too much.

"jesus h. christ, baby, i'm hard as a fuckin' rock." he says bluntly, toying with the fabric, "look at you-fuck, look at you...." he starts to thumb your clit over the fabric, your arousal dampening the area more and more by the second. "ah, dry cleaning bill is gonna be a nightmare, but fuck it." he says, more to himself than you, as his pulls your panties down and circles your weeping entrance with his gloved finger.

"oh-" your hips jerk at the new feeling, back lifting off the bed as his digit sinks inside you.

"so tight, sweet thing." he clicks his tongue, trying to stretch you out with another finger, "can't believe i'm the lucky bastard that gets to do this to you for the first time..." wade shakes his head to himself with a chuckle, curling two fingers inside of you.

his skillful prodding has you soaked, biting your lip as you gazed at him flushed. you needed more and quickly.

wade notes your impatience, pulling his fingers out and examining how your arousal dripped down his glove onto the sheets, "huh, well would'ya look at that, pumpkin....someone's excited."

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[gbukkii]

A/N: had this idea while eating a big fat fucking burrito and two packs of gushers big and horny, pls enjoy :).

synopsis: you're crazy horny during ovulation, after a week of being sexually frustrated you finally did something about it.

tags: y/n is a squirter, creampie?, dick sucking, face riding, ovulation, missionary?

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May God forgive you.

You thought to yourself as you cuddled with your boyfriend. His big hand rubbed up and down on your thick thigh, heightening the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You couldn't focus on the movie playing in front of you, the feeling in your underwear was too severe.

You are no better than a man.

Ovulation week for you was hell, especially when your boyfriend was six feet and tatted up.

This whole week was filled with you touching yourself to ease the tension between your legs, but it obviously didn't work.

Eren is a busy man, who is always working hard. This left you home alone most of the time when you didn't attend your college classes.

When you first woke up this week you immediately pressed a vibrator on your clit, and you made yourself squirt thinking about the way Eren touches you.

The next day you used the showerhead when you got back home from your lecture, making your legs shake thinking about the way Eren coaxes orgasms out of you.

When Eren got home that day, there was no hot water, which made him grumpy in a cold shower.

Wednesday was the worst. The big dildo that you slid in and out of your wet pussy wasn't satisfying you the way Eren would.

You tried desperately throughout the whole week to ease the tension between your thighs, and it didn't work. Now you're here squirming at the mere sight of your boyfriend.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, noticing the way you were squirming uncomfortably beneath his touch. His deep voice snapped you out of your trance.

You didn't even realize you were zoned out, thinking about all the nasty things you wanted him to do.

"Hm?" You softly hummed, looking at Eren with your pretty eyes. He looked down at you with a tiny smile.

"You okay? You zoned out there for a bit." He said, bringing up the hand that was rubbing on your thigh up to your face, he gently caressed your cheek.

"Yeah, I'm just a little sleepy." You told him, you stared into his green orbs. You intently stared at his face, admiring every single feature he had.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked with a tiny smirk. This question made you blush and quickly look away.

"Looking at you like what?" You mumbled, staring at the television now. You then felt Erens hand grab your chin. He made you look at him again.

"Like you wanna eat me." After he said that, you looked at him and then down his luscious lips. You quickly kissed him, and he kissed you back. He was surprised at your eagerness.

You were moaning into his mouth, the sloppy kiss making you wetter than you were before.

Eren pulled you onto his lap, and he groaned feeling you grinding yourself onto his erection.

You pulled away from the kiss, "I needed you so bad this week." You softly told him before he grabbed your neck, leaving marks all over you.

You softly moaned at his touch, you were always so sensitive. He smiled while kissing your skin.

"You sound so good, baby." He said, pulling himself away from your neck. He used both of his hands to remove the hoodie you were wearing.

"No bra?" He teased you. He looked at your perky titties before sucking on them.

He nibbled on your sensitive nipples, using his tongue and teeth to provoke more noises out of you.

You were squirming on top of him as he continued to alternate between both of your breasts.

He held you firmly as you moved around on his clothed dick. "Stop moving." He mumbled as he continued to show love to your chest.

"I need you, please." You said you sounded pathetic. Since Eren was so busy, you missed him and his big dick.

"Then show me how much you need me, baby." He said, removing his hands from your waist and putting them behind his head with a smirk.

You moved down between his legs, tugging at the fabric of his sweatpants. You pulled them down with ease revealing his American Eagle boxers. You could see the outline of his thick member.

You wasted no time pulling his boxers down and putting his pretty cock in your mouth.

Eren looked down at you as your plump lips were wrapped around his shaft. He lets out a groan, rutting his hips up into your mouth as you continue to suck his dick.

His dick was so big, every time he moved his hips the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat.

Sucking his dick was making you teary-eyed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as he mumbled nonsense.

"Mmm, you're so good at this. Such a slut for me huh?" He said as he continued to move his hips up.

You were sucking his dick so soppily, spit was running down onto his hips and dripping down onto the leather material of the couch.

Eren was close to cumming, his groans becoming more frequent. He brought his hands to your silk bonnet, holding the silk and your hair beneath it.

He then came into your mouth, and you continued to suck him off while swallowing his load.

He smirked, looking down at you, "Come up here and sit on my face." You wasted no time.

You crawled back on top of him, pulling your shorts and panties down all in one before steadily lowering yourself on Erens face.

You held onto the top of the expensive sofa. You could feel Erens tongue moving around your sensitive pussy.

"Holy shit, this feels so fucking good." You moaned loudly, you knew your neighbors were tired of hearing you this week.

Hearing you made Eren go faster. He was sucking on your clit, his whole mouth wrapped around your pussy. He was solely focusing on making you feel good.

You were grinding yourself on his face, your clit bumping into his nose at times.

You continued to moan loudly before the knot in your stomach snapped. With a loud whine, you squirted all over Erens face.

You shyly moved off of Erens face back onto the couch. Your juices were all over Erens mouth and were dripping down his chin.

Eren took his sweater off, revealing his chiseled torso and his artistic tattoos.

You then started to kiss him again. Eren laid you down as you continued to passionately kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips, and you moaned into his mouth. He then pulled himself away from the kiss, lining himself up with your entrance.

"You're gonna take all of me since you needed me so bad right?" He asked before he slowly slid himself into you.

You moaned at his nasty words and the way his dick felt inside of you. Your legs involuntarily went up, making Eren grab them. He forced them towards your head.

Eren has you folded up in ways you thought weren't possible.

"Eren, it's too much..." You loudly moaned as Eren stuffed you with his big dick. In and out, in and out. He continued to fuck you at a fast pace.

"Isn't this what you wanted? Dirty girl." He said, making you whine.

The movie in the background was long forgotten. All that could be heard in the apartment was the noises of your pussy, and your cute little moans.

His balls were harshly hitting your skin. Eren was groaning as he harshly fucked you.

He was looking at the fucked out expression on your face. The way you bit your bottom lip trying to keep yourself quiet, he thought it was all so cute.

"I'm gonna stuff you full of me, cum all in that pretty pussy." He said as he quickened his pace.

"I'm gonna-" And before you could even finish your sentence you squirted all over his dick. The juices from your pussy dripped down onto the couch.

Eren then chased his orgasm while fucking you through yours. He loudly groaned, babbling before cumming inside of you.

He then pulled out, using his fingers to stuff the leftover cum inside you.

Eren finally caught on to your odd behaviors this week, realizing why you were acting so horny and awkward this week.

"You're the reason the water was cold on Tuesday?"

[etrsilk]

Please can we get a main 4 x reader during ovulation? It's coming up and I'm literally like a feral beast 😭 also I love your writings so far 💕💕

₊✩‧₊˚ ᡣ𐭩 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ⇝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢,𝘎𝘰𝘯,𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘬𝘢,𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 — ✘

˗ˏˋ ➛ 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 — 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

⎝ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚:: I love this request so much!! also sorry, it’s quite short 😭 and thank you very much <3💕

 —𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐀ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Killua would be a bit embarrassed; it’s not that it was really a taboo subject for him, but rather that among the many blood-related topics discussed, this one wasn’t the most frequent (lmao)

➘ If you tend to have very painful periods, he would probably do his best to be as attentive and caring as possible. If your periods aren’t very painful, he would allow himself to tease you and be a bit playful, but nothing too harsh… he’s just trying to lift your spirits in his own way!

➘ In reality, he worries a bit and tries to be as comforting, patient, and empathetic as possible, although he can be a bit clumsy

➘ he would act a bit like in this headcanon, He would act a bit like in these headcanons, trying to take care of you as he would with a sick reader, with lots of tenderness and attention !

 —𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐀��� ၴႅၴ

➘ He would be absolutely the best. You wouldn’t even need to tell him what you need; he would already show up with a prepared hot water bottle, the necessary medication, and your favorite snacks.

➘ He would feel really sorry for you if you had painful periods and would do everything he could to ease your discomfort. He’d offer massages, keep you company, and find ways to distract you to make you feel better.

➘ He would also be incredibly cuddly, showering you with tenderness and affection. He would make sure you exert as little effort as possible and get plenty of rest. He’d take care of you by serving you everything you need and handling the small tasks so you can relax.

➘ Regarding your mood, he would try to be as tolerant and patient as possible. He’d always give you the benefit of the doubt to avoid arguments and support you in every difficult moment. He would do everything to make you feel loved and understood, even during the most uncomfortable times.

 —𝐆𝐎𝐍ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Despite growing up surrounded by women, he knows very little about it… He barely understands what it is. I see Mito as a rather “conservative” person, and his grandmother simply never had the chance to discuss this topic with him.

➘ Even so, I don’t think he would be particularly embarrassed when you talk about it! It’s just frustrating because he doesn’t know much and therefore doesn’t really know how to help you or what you might be going through. But fortunately, his savior was there to explain everything and give him advice…

➘ LEORIO!!

➘ He would try to be as attentive, caring, and gentle with you as possible. He would frequently ask if you’re okay and would bring you hot water bottles or medication on his own initiative.

➘ he would act a bit like in this headcanon, he would try to comfort you and distract you by planning movie nights or fun activities like that!

 —𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎ꫂ ၴႅၴ

➘ Leorio would know you’re going to have your period even before you do.

➘ As a doctor, he is VERY knowledgeable and would do everything possible to relieve your menstrual pain with all the existing methods available. He would give you massages and use innovative, and maybe even a bit surprising, techniques to help you feel better.

➘ The fact that he’s a doctor makes him even more understanding and attentive to your needs!

➘ Being a true gentleman, he would offer to do all the housework and daily chores, of course. He would make sure you don’t have to do anything other than rest.

➘ To comfort you, he would try to make you laugh with his jokes and charming humor. He would do everything to make you feel loved and supported during this time.

—English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!!

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

Summary: Your most fertile time of the month hits on a full moon. Your werewolf boyfriend can’t help himself. 

Pairing: Wolffe x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, werewolf!Wolffe, mating, breeding, breeding kink, lots of talk of pregnancy, werewolf sex, scratching, licking, knotting, graphic description of a werewolf transformation, talk of pregnancy, could potentially be interpreted as dubcon even though they are in an established consenting relationship.

A/N: I think this is easily one of my favorites of all of the fics this month. Love some good werewolf smut.

MASTERLIST

You lean against Wolffe as you relax on the couch, attempting to watch the movie playing on the screen. It’s hard with his hands squeezing and trailing your body. It’s the full moon tonight, which means he’s a bit...more than usual. 

He nuzzles against your neck, forcing your head to the side so he can sniff at the skin. A low growl rumbles through his chest, his tongue darting out to lap at the side of your neck. 

“Babe,” You whine, trying to push him away, but his grip tightens around you. “That tickles.” 

“Smell so good.” He growls, nipping at your skin. “Good enough to eat.” 

“Wolffe!” You gasp as he nibbles on your throat, hands holding you so tight it’s almost painful. 

He maneuvers you onto your back on the couch, slotting his body between your thighs as he sniffs at you, lips dragging along your skin. He ruts against you, hard cock dragging across your pelvis as he laps at your throat. 

“Wolffe, what’s gotten into you?” You ask with a laugh. This wasn’t typical behavior during the full moon. He got touchy and needy sometimes, but never this...desperate. 

“Need to breed you.” He growls, pulling away from your throat to stare down at you. One eye milky white, the other glowing yellow. 

Your breath catches in your throat. He lets out a roar rearing back away from you. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he growls, body twisting and writhing as he begins to transform. You slide off the couch onto the floor, knowing you should run, you should barricade yourself somewhere but you can’t bring yourself to move. He’s never transformed in front of you before, though you have seen him in his wolf form. 

His body contorts as his bones begin to snap, rearranging themselves. His clothes stretch until they rip, his body growing larger, his muscles becoming more defined. His face elongates, taking the shape of a muzzle as silver hair begins to sprout across his body. His fingers elongate into sharp claws, his groans dying off into whimpers as he fully transforms. 

Not a man, but not quite a wolf either. 

You stay still, trying to calm your racing heart and rapid breaths. You’re not sure if he’s even going to remember you when he finally notices you. If you run, you know it’ll be the end no matter what. You’ll trigger his predator instincts, and there’s no way you can outrun him, not even to the closest door that might be able to hold him at bay. 

“Wolffe?” You whisper, stomach churning anxiously. 

His head snaps towards you, lips lifting in a snarl, revealing sharp teeth that could tear your throat out easily. His nose wiggles as he sniffs the air, another low growl leaving him. It sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps erupting on your skin. He shifts his body to face you, and you take notice of the large, red appendage dangling between his legs. 

Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat. That hadn’t been there when you saw him in his werewolf form before. 

You fight the urge to back away as he stalks towards you on four paws, looking very much like a wolf. He crawls over you, pausing to shove his nose into your lower abdomen. You can feel his snuffling breaths, his exhales warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. He lifts his head to look at you, licking his lips. 

Something dawns on you then. He had said you smell good, that he wants to breed you. Your last period was two weeks ago. 

You’re ovulating. 

He crawls closer over you, until you’re face to face. He continues to press forward, forcing you back until you’re laying on the floor under his hulking form. He leans down, his cold, wet nose pressing into your neck. His breath tickles as he sniffs you, your heart still thumping in your chest. He can probably hear it, hell he can probably smell the nerves, the fear. 

Something warm and wet touches your skin, dragging along the length of your neck. It’s his tongue, much longer and thicker in this form. You hold your breath as he licks you from shoulder to jaw, a quiet rumbling sounding in his chest. One of his clawed hands lifts and for a horrifying moment you think he’s going to claw you to death, but instead his fingers wrap around the neck of your shirt before he pulls it off you, ripping the fabric into shreds. 

You’ve gone without a bra as you usually do, your nipples pebbling in the cool air. His tongue travels down your neck to your chest, dragging along the skin. It’s slightly rough, a strange sensation on your sensitive body. You gasp as his tongue drags over your nipple, flicking against the sensitive bud. Your panties are starting to get damp, another rumble vibrating through his chest. 

He can likely smell that too. 

His clawed hands make quick work of your pants and underwear too, shredding them to pieces. He forces his way between your thighs, muzzle pressing right up against your pussy. His breaths are hot against the dampness, teeth grazing your folds as he smells you. It’s erotic really, the idea of a transformed werewolf between your thighs. You’ve had him in his human form more times than you can count during your relationship. 

But never like this. 

You can’t help but wonder if he’ll even remember it. 

The long, rough tongue drags through your folds, a harsh gasp being torn from your lips. Your head snaps up, staring down at him between your legs. His ears twitch, tickling your knees. He stares back at you, a very human look in his eyes. For a moment you can believe Wolffe has control, that it really is him looking at you behind those eyes. 

You let out a startled scream as he pounces on you, clawed fingers sinking into your skin as he flips you over onto your stomach. Your skin burns where his claws punctured your hips, but he doesn’t pay your discomfort any mind. He pulls your back end up so you’re on your knees, presenting yourself to him. 

Your face heats as you’re exposed to him, but you can’t deny the arousal dripping down your thighs. It’s thrilling, the thought of being taken by Wolffe in his wolf form. He was always a bit animalistic in bed, even during your softest moments. You never imagined you’d get a chance to do this. 

You feel the thick head of his cock push against your folds, your legs parting just slightly to try and give him more room. It burns as he begins to push into you, the stretch almost too much. He’s so much bigger in this form, almost double the thickness and length. 

You whimper as he presses further in, cheek pressed against the wood floor. A clawed hand plants itself by your head, his body folding over yours as he presses his cock inside you. You breathe deeply attempting to relax as he forces his way in, stretching you open. 

A breathy moan is pulled from your lips as he seats himself inside you, his tip bumping your cervix. Soft fur tickles your skin from where you’re pressed together, a deep rumbling growl sounding in his chest. He draws his hips back before snapping them into yours, jolting your body from the force of his thrust. Your eyes roll back as he stretches you, hitting every possible spot inside you with his huge cock. 

He pulls back before snapping his hips against you once more, growling lowly as he continues to move slowly. You gasp with each thrust, sweat sticking your skin against the floor. He’s so big, nearly splitting you open with each thrust into your pussy. 

He begins to move faster, dragging his hips against your ass as he thrusts deeply. Your lips part, moans and whimpers leaving you as he brushes against that spot with every thrust. You clamp around him, legs threatening to give out as he drags the first orgasm from you. He lets out a growl, clawed fingers dragging along your side as you spasm around him. 

He doesn’t slow his thrusts, pushing you past the point of overstimulation. You’re beginning to ache from the stretch, from the pounding you’re taking as he ruts into you. You’re going to have a hell of a time walking tomorrow. 

His furry chest presses into your back as his thrusts get deeper, his growls rumbling in your ear. Drool drips onto your shoulder, sliding across your skin as he pants and growls. You’re cumming again, legs nearly giving out as fluid splashes onto the hardwood floor. Wolffe lets out a howl, something pushing against your entrance. 

You let out a cry as the base of his cock begins to swell, stretching your opening even further than it already was. You’re certain something is going to tear, something is going to give as he stretches you even more. It hurts, but the pain drags another orgasm from you, your vision almost going dark for a moment. 

You come back as something spurts against your cervix, his hot seed filling you. It’s almost too much as he continues to cum, the pressure almost overwhelming. You’re certain if you could move, you’d find a bulge in your stomach from him. 

He nuzzles against your shoulder, lapping at the skin as you shake and shudder under him. You’re so stretched and full, your body feeling like it’s taken a beating from him. He lets out a quiet sound, wrapping an arm around your stomach before you’re flipped easily onto your side. 

His fur is soft as he tucks you against his chest, curling his body around you as you stay locked together. You wonder if it will actually work, if in a couple weeks you’ll find you are pregnant, that he was successful. You reach a hand down, sliding over the bulge in your lower abdomen. Perhaps in a few weeks, there will be a bump there for another reason. 

Perhaps in a couple weeks you’ll be carrying his pups. 

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[demonbanger]

kento nanami with goth! gf

MDI | 18+ themes sprinkled in here 🦇 | afab mention

kento, who finds your aesthetic immensely appealing. the black is so soothing to look at after a day of being in front of a damn computer screen. You’re a breath of fresh air.

speaking of that, kento, who loves your obscure, witchy perfumes that encapsulate feelings. like your liminal space perfume, your old library perfume, the one that smells like burning leaves.

kento, who kisses your ankles and up your legs through your fishnets, or the more open parts of your skull tights. if they don’t have a pretty design he loves to rip your tights….not in the fashionable ripped tights way, more…in a special area….

kento, who will absolutely cook you breakfast looking up certain recipes to add squid ink, or shape your morning muffins as little skulls. he thinks your interest in the macabre is cute.

kento, who studiously listens while you talk about your recent vulture culture finds, examines your preservations, and honors the beauty of the specimens (you’re his favorite specimen that he wants to preserve…forever 🖤).

kento, an elder emo (I mean, have you SEEN his first year photos????) who loves when you play your nu wave, really any music you enjoy. If you have the aux, he does not judge and in fact enjoys the gloomy type of song. (emo , goth , alt are of course not a monolith but elder emo is the most common phrase, plus that’s def what his hair was giving)

kento, whose cheekbones are PERFECT for when you want to do a “gf does her bf’s makeup challenge” goth edition. oh how his bone structure is STUNNING in trad goth makeup.

kento absolutely has some gorgeous corporate goth outfits. complete with … harnesses. sometimes you swear he wears his work uniform in an all noir edition when you’re ovulating (he absolutely does track your cycle)

kento, whose dirty whispers in your ears in the batty nightclub can absolutely match a type o song in how sultry they are

kento, who has a reverence for the dead, and will stroll through the cemetery with you to visit his late friend and drop roses.

kento, who shops for little fans, umbrellas, gloves, spooky bags, creepy shades, and more….you’re constantly seeing something on the kitchen table and have to coax him into toning it down a little before you lose closet space.

kento, the perfect man to watch a scary movie with, as he’s stoic and protects you and is so, so brave. he finds their plot enjoyable as you anticipate a jump-scare. you both hate jumpscares. They’re cheap tactics after all.

kento, who goes on Victorian/ romantic / vampire goth tea parties with you. He absolutely has patterned ties, one of your favorites being a spider web tie. One day he pulled out a 3 piece suit of rich dark red and black that suited his features, his brown eyes so beautifully. let’s just say you were under a spell….

kento, who visits you at the nail salon, pays for your beautiful manicures, asks you of the theme this time, and kisses each nail when you leave.

kento, who calls you his adorable black cat. You are in fact the orange cat of the relationship, and he gives off more black cat energy.

kento, who is down to role play during spicy time. he makes for an amazing vampire….biting and nibbling spots on you he’s memorized

kento, who always laces up your corset, your shoelaces, buckles your body harnesses, clips your chains, pulls your tights up, helps you tease your hair, holds up a napkin whilst you apply your white powder (cornstarch) so you don’t get that white on your black outfit. the man just really wants to help you. he will be so patient no matter how long it takes you to get ready. he adores how much care you put into everything.

kento, who finds your gremlin mode Adam Sandler oversized beetlejuice t shirt pj outfit intoxicating.

kento, who usually leaves for work before your night owl self awakens, leaving little notes. Poems about you. It’s giving Poe.

kento, who is the best sport on Halloween. He will help you gather supplies for your costume, ask observant questions about your production of it, and will happily match you and attend costume parties.

kento, who massages your feet in the tub after a long night walking in your platform boots.

kento, who knows the best staying products for his styles….strong or medium hold…and will bring it with you in case you need a retouch for any crazy styles you do.

kento, who calls you his little countess.

kento, who is QUITE LITERALLY that one meme with the guy fixing his girl’s lipstick while absolutely covered in lipstick marks. He doesn’t mind if the dark stain gets on his dress shirt, he has too many anyways.

kento, who swears his glasses fog up when you wear that black bodycon dress….

kento, who carries you when you’re overstimulated from your outfit.

kento, who doesn’t mind being poked by your spiky jewelry. He’s still going in to kiss you.

kento , who will kill for you, will perish for you, and thankfully has done neither.

kento, who holds your hand when/if you get a piercing or tat. you’re a big girl who he swears would handle it better than he does (wait…tatted kento??? Hmmmmmm)

kento, ever the romantic, who surprises you after an evening out…candles lit and dark rose petals strewn about. he is definitely helping you out of that dress

kento, who goes back to the bar to get you another drink as you’re at a concert. he’ll go through the discomfort of finding you again, he can easily spot his beloved anyways.

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A/N: I had to stop myself or this would be a mile long 🖤

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

New fic idea 💡👉👈🥺

So um

Human!AU Trans!Alastor raised by Husk and Rosie to be strong and independent

Gets pregnant.

Whether from consensual or non consensual sex idk yet.

I'm currently a trans author who's ovulating and I don't EVER in a million years plan to have children. But ummm. Alastor can!

The main plot will be Valentino stepping up.

Because I want this to be Valastor, cause I want it! *stomps foot*

The real question is why does he wanna step up 🤔ᴴᴹ

I have 3 options hwre

1) the baby is his and his parents would fucking kill him (in this case the sex is consensual) (OR the baby is Vox and Vox is like "Fuck that shit" and Valentino steps up attempting to make Vox jelly, and it works! But oops he's fallen in love!)

2) Alastor, a semi famous singer or dancer or something, being publicly shamed outside of a planned Parenthood after going there for a test. And Valentino whose mama did NOT raise him to stand back during an injustice, and is also famous but for his Casanova stage image in lots of sexy hot movies (both X rated and theatre approved. I'm making him an actor ;p), steps in and rescues him, maybe even punches a protestor or reporter or something. And um. They're all over the news about their apparent "affair" and how Alastor is another of Valentinos flings and Alastor is apparently such a whore now (even though this is his first scandal), and Valentino is like shit. I made it a looot worse than if I did nothing... So he vows to stay by Alastors side, at least until the birth, to try and make it smoother for him, like, shield the rumors (maybe the real baby daddy is some low level shit who took advantage of Al, and is tryna get popularity by being the one to get Al pregnant) and they ya know. Fall in love UwU

3) Alastor gets drugged, and left used in Valentinos bedroom at his college dorm/frat. And Valentino stumbles in drunk, gets in bed with him, and they wake up, naked, with hints of sex having happened. And so Valentino steps up when Alastor finds out he's pregnant- thinking it's his. UwU

SO

Any OTHER suggestions ARE SOOO WELCOMED!

And I'd just like to know which of these y'all would prefer to see!!!

Thank youuu

Other things involved but the main plot I'd also love ideas!!!!

In this I'm gonna keep my Rosie/Velvet and Husk/Angel ships where they're half their age and is their younger sugar babies but in this they're not seperate they're happily in an open marriage UwU

Ummm. That's non negotiable. UwU

[angelic-omega]

My blog is 18+

This post will discuss mature themes within the misceanimalis community and the therian/nonhuman community

For those who do not know I am an omega and my fiancé is an alpha! We met around December of last year and by March we had bonded partially. Back then the bond we shared was rough around the edges and not as advanced as the bond we share now…

We were just friends for some time until I continued to keep them in the back of my mind during my heats. This was something I had never truly done before, as typically when I would think of someone thoughts of them would fade away after satisfying my urges. When it came to my fiancé they remained in my mind for the entirety of my heats. I felt delusional because here I was thousands of miles away referring to them as my alpha in my mind.

Around that time my alpha was feeling quite similar but due to my past issues surrounding relationships he did not wish to scare me off. He became quite possessive of me very early on when the bond first started to form. I don’t truly know how to describe what it felt like besides saying it felt as though we moved closer and closer until we clicked together. It was like some sort of string had been tied around both our hearts or something. It was profound and I’d never experienced anything like it before…

As we shared more heats and he became more involved in my life as my alpha, the bond progressed. I started getting snippets of how he was feeling or what he was doing through the bond. I’d ask him what he meant by green and he’d send me text back saying he was literally watching a scene in a movie with a lot of plants etc. From stray words and sentences we moved onto me learning how to seek him out through the bond. Soon after I could feel his emotions if focused on them, he began to do the same.

We fine tuned this aspect of the bond until recently we progressed to the point of being able to semi touch one another. It’s like the ghost of a touch but being long distance it truly means the world to me that we are both able to do this. Since this is a phantom touch I will now mention the fact that I have phantom wings. We can’t always touch each other so clearly as some days the bond isn’t as open as others. One night this week the bond was very visible and very open. I am a scientist by nature and my curiosity got the best of me. I wondered aloud if my fiancé could actually touch my wings through the bond and lo and behold…he could.

I’ll spare the details but it was amazing! I had truly never felt anything like it before and a phantom touch on a phantom set of wings was extremely real feeling. I quite literally felt everything he did to them much to both our surprise! In response he felt the after effects of my shivering and tingling sensations brought on by the wing touching.

The current dilemma with our bond is our cycles are trying to sync so we can rut and heat simultaneously! Which has lead to the fun discovery that I can have heats outside of ovulation if he is experiencing a rut and vice versa! I’m deeply curious if anyone else has had a similar experience within the community…

You can message me about it or you can reply to my post if comfortable sharing!

[tired-biscuit]

Kiba can smell when you ovulate and when he notices one month he stops what he’s doing and just raises his head with a dead serious face and says aloud “it’s time.” And no one has any idea what he’s talking about lmao

MY MAN BECAME RAFIKI FROM THE LION KING WITH THAT STATEMENT DUSJDHSHDH

idk why but i find the concept of you not even being together and him just knowing what's going up with you so attractive........ like just being friends with him, nothing else. the scent makes him linger around you far more often than he normally would (you're good friends, sure, but still not that kind of close for him to be stuck at your side constantly) and he surprisingly even goes out of his way to cater to every single one of your needs during that time.

i think it'd be so funny!! like, imagine this brute, grumpy dumbass of a man trying to fulfil your every wish at a very specific time every month for reasons unknown. he gets you what you want to eat. watches movies with you even if he thinks your choices are shitty. goes to the store with you so that he can carry your groceries. that kind of stuff.

and you have no clue what he's trying to accomplish with it. is he trying to impress you? maybe is attempting to come across as a nicer person? wants to grow closer as friends perhaps? nobody knows because he doesn't want to talk about it; he just starts acting weirdly obedient and compliant all of a sudden until it goes away just as fast.

in reality, he's just attracted to the scent and wants plausible reasons to stay close to you until you're done with ovulation without coming off as a freak in your eyes jdjdusjsh......... and it's worth it; at some point you just fall for him and let him bang the shit out of you because your hormones make you both insane in the brain. you want release and he's there to provide it (just like he always is), while he just wants to satisfy the craving the scent invokes in him. win-win.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I don’t know if maybe it was already requested but if not for the yandere list #22 with Eddie Kingston

Lunatic

Prompt:  “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, darling. Your blood just taste so sweet~,” 

Warnings: death, yelling, breaking and entering, mention of stocking, and other Yandere Themes. If this will upset you please don’t read.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @damnnhausen @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @thesusbunny @blaquekittycat @writtingrose

It started with a simple job. Come take some photos for a wrestling company that was in town. A one time job as they were overwhelmed with everyone they had to get done. So you showed up.

You were paired with a whole group of men. The first being Santana and Ortiz, both rambunctious but nice enough. Then you had the BBC, group and single photos. Each member wanted to do their own thing, and you were getting frustrated when a man, Regal, stepped in and told them to shape up. Once you finished with them you had one final man. Eddie Kingston.

He was quiet, not really I reacting with the other men but when it was his turn he was well mannered. Doing anything you needed, and offering you help packing up when done. You may not have seen anything wrong with this, but anyone who knew Eddie would put it together quickly. The photographer in front of him had caught his attention.

After that, Eddie began going to your home town anytime he could. After finding out you weren’t with the company he was disappointed, but he decided it was for the best. No need for you to see how he can be at work.

Instead, he would follow you. It became something to be proud of, knowing everything about you. He knew your schedule, down to the exact second. He could name your favorite foods, and smells. Your favorite movies, your friends, and anything else you could think of. He felt like he really knew you, better then anyone else did.

But there was one main problem. Your husband.

The two of you had been married for two years, and before that you were high school sweethearts. It pissed him off when the two of you would go on a date, or cuddle on the couch. The thing Eddie hated the most was anytime you let him touch you. Eddie was sure he could make you feel so much better then that other guy.

And during all of this you were oblivious. Eddie simply blended into the background, meaning that fateful night you had zero warning.

You and Joseph had taken the week off for a very special reason. You had finally decided you were ready to have a family. And you were ovulating over the week. Neither of you wanted to waist this opportunity. You had gotten home before Joseph, and were upstairs getting ready. Your favorite lingerie was on, and you had done light makeup. You wanted to start the week off right.

While you were busy, Eddie had just unlocked your back door. After all the time he spent preparing, Eddie knew exactly where to step to avoid making any noise. He was aware you were upstairs, and he didn’t want you coming downstairs until he was done.

He looked around the small house, his eyes landing on your jacket. He carefully picked it up and held it to his face. His eyes slid closed as he inhaled your sent. He was so occupied he didn’t hear the door open.

“Who the hell are you?!”

Eddie’s eyes shot open as he turned to see your husband. “Oh. You’re home.”

“Get out before I call the police,” Joseph didn’t back down to the man who was standing in his living room.

“You won’t. But thanks for the chance,” Eddie flashed him a smile before pulling a large knife he had brought out.

You were putting on some perfume when you heard something downstairs. Assuming that it was Joseph you set the container down and did one last check in the mirror before going downstairs.

“Hey baby! Took you long enough…” your voice faded out when you saw what had happened. Joseph was on the ground, a puddle of blood around him. And a man you didn’t recognize was standing over him, also covered in blood but he was holding a knife. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened.

“Oh my god..” your voice was shaking, and you took a step back. You didn’t want the view to be real.

“Look at You.” Eddie started walking towards you, which caused you to turn and try to make a run for the back door. Within a few seconds the man had grabbed and had you pinned to the wall, the knife that was covered in your husbands blood pushed against your neck. “Don’t run. Don’t do that.”

“Please don’t kill me,” you begged, tears running down your face.

“Daring, I would never hurt you.” As he looked over you you tried placing the man. He looked familiar enough, maybe you had done a photo shoot with him. You might have also seen him around town. But it didn’t matter. You just wanted him to not kill you.

“Baby, we are going to be so happy together. You will forget about him so fast,” you struggled to keep up with the man. Happy? Was the phyco saying what you thought he was?

He brought the knife away from you, and used it to whip away a tear from your face. You flinched a bit when he nicked you. Without a word he placed a gentle kiss on the spot, letting his tongue run over it lightly. You shivered a bit, whining at the feeling. Which just caused him to chuckle.

 “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, darling. Your blood just taste so sweet~,” at his words, you started to wish you shared the same fate is Joseph. At least then you wouldn’t be dealing with this lunatic.

[psychelis-new]

DREAM INTERPRETATION for ANON (menstruations/geek party) The ask was sent a week or so ago. The dream has some tws so I rather not post it (or maybe I will just add it under a keep reading link, Idk yet). Sorry it took me a while.

Also this answer has some TW and is NSFW/NSFR + please minors do not interact.

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First of all, as far as I noticed it's not unusual for women to have dreams about sexual intercourses during ovulation, especially in between the end of it and the start of the menstruation cycle. Hormones simply are doing their job and we may feel a bit more aroused because of that. To add, this arousal and need to "release" may be mixed up with random kinks or even fears or something else stored in our unconscious and this is how we get to even have what we may end up defininig as nightmares. As it happened for you. We all know during pms we may get mood swings and be a bit more emotional: it happens also more subtly and through emotions that are stored more deeply within and dreams bring them up. Anyway, nothing to really worry about per se: it's mostly an occasion to maybe get more aware of some inner issues/fears you may carry within; more or less consciously.

Coming to your specific dream: you may have read about some of these details too eg. the geek meeting; or have seen a movie/video about something like that and it became part of your dream too: not everything in this dream necessarily has a meaning. But if at all, maybe you don't feel too happy about your current situation, and you'd like to enjoy more and have fun/feel more relaxed. And maybe you don't feel safe in doing it, or fear you may feel judged or you also don't trust others that much. Or, there are sides of you that you don't fully know/are aware of or are pushing away out of that fear (like an hook-up: it may excite you but it looks scary and you try to push away the idea of it. Not necessarily this, it could just be an example from your mind). In general, an unsafe surrounding may cause our body to produce adrenaline as a response (it fastens our body response to possible threats) and it can cause arousal too (saying this to explain the trick used by our unconscious to create the surrounding). I think the dream wanted to suggest you to embrace your true self, and not hide it away out of fear. Maybe you felt rejected or there are other emotions connected to this situation like for example need for validation or you felt used/abused/not valued in other occasions (also urelated to sex). Maybe you feel resentful or angered also in your life with someone taking advantage of you (or fear this happening), you feel used and not valued enough and this is causing you to store emotions inside; maybe you feel scared and powerless when it comes to defend yourself or you feel too vulnerable compared to others and rather hide away in fear of being judged. You'd like to find help/support but since you still have problems feeling seen, you may have a difficult time in actually standing up and finding it. You are trying to stop feeling guilty for something you probably shouldn't feel guilty about (the fear of being judged, be it just for having some fun -not necessarily with someone unknown ofc but as in relaxing a bit from the stress of life). Maybe you also have some fears related to you being a woman or actually you feel vulnerable as a woman in comparison to men, but I see the whole dream more like a need for an emotional release. As for getting menstruation for real, I guess that was just part of your hormonal situation and your connection to your feminine side.

Hope this helps, take care<3

[black-infertility-life]

Hey beautiful people!!

Happy New Year!!

It's been a while. The holidays were crazy. So first an update on the previous post. I had decided to take a test during Thanksgiving break and of course it was negative, which opened a whole can of emotions. Thankfully I was able to get an appointment after Thanksgiving and it turns out I had just ovulated later than normal, so that's why everything was off. Don't you just love when your body does crazy stuff.

My period for this month has been a mess. It officially ended on Sunday but my body decided that I needed a light period last night along with horrible cramps but I think it's now done.

Christmas was fun but a bit stressful. I've been accepting that it's okay to get upset when seeing possible baby news, baby news, or children in real life and in shows and movies. My husband is struggling a bit in understanding my feelings since I'm fine sometimes and not fine other times. It's hard to explain, it's like I'm constantly trying to put on this happy face every time and then it just gets to be too much sometimes. I feel like I've failed as a woman and as a wife. And it's hard because from appearances everyone in my family is fertile as heck.

The new news: my husband and I have been discussing things and we decided to try IVF after our break. We decided that we'll try a maximum of 3 rounds. I've also talked with my support group and have decided that due to the limit with insurance I'm going to pay out of pocket for my meds (🤞🏿🤞🏿 that it's not too expensive).

We actually have an IVF consult appointment tomorrow with our doctor. I'm going to see if I can audio record the appointment so that I don't have to worry about taking notes. So I'll update y'all on how that goes.

Until then ttfn

Love yourselves and be true to you

[greenbabyofficial]

thank you to atsv for movie miguel because I can think of him during ovulation week instead of real people

[notjanine]

soo i have seen both dudes (gn) multiple times in the past week

Tech Guy recap:

i have picked up on what i don't like about him. (he's boring and alarmingly incurious, lacks self-awareness, lives like a 22yo despite being well into his 30s- there's a balance between being comfortable and stable and just having a stagnant life...) i decided not to care too much bc it's not serious, i'm just trying to have fun. but we chatting over lunch and some pretty egregious cultural ignorance came up, so i half-jokingly asked him When was the last time you watched a movie or read a book by and about black people. and this guyyyyyy got weird. like very very, bizarrely defensive. he could not handle this one casual, low-stakes, non-political question about race and didn't understand why i--a black woman--thought it might be a reasonable question to ask. it was so uncomfortable, i would have Removed Myself From The Situation if he hadn't driven us there. not enjoyable!

despite that incident, this guy likes me too much. he really really wants to act like we're in a Relationship. it's been like this since the beginning, and i have repeatedly reminded him that that's not what this is, lately even going as far as explicitly telling him that i'm in my Slut Era, i am messing with other people and very much enjoying myself. but he just kind of... ignores everything he doesn't want to hear, and every time i say i don't want to do something bc it would feel too Relationship-y (e.g., sleeping over, hanging out on consecutive days, spending more than 1-2 days/week together, exchanging christmas gifts, etc), he adamantly disagrees and keeps pushing me to do whatever it is (but i don't, and so...)

Bookstore recap:

i have also picked up on the things i don't like about them. i also explicitly told them that i'm seeing someone else (bc it came up naturally in conversation). they also like me too much. we spent the whole day together yesterday, the first time we've ever hung out during daylight hours. we went to a stupid little instagram-trap art exhibition, hit up one of my fave cute little cafes (which they hadn't been to before), went to one of my favorite bookstores (which they also hadn't been to before), and then came back to my place and played scrabble until sunset. we did not finish the game, but points were about tied when we gave up in favor of more pleasurable activities (which is impressive- i'm quite good). in between rounds, we're lying on my bedroom floor on my softest blanket and it's warm and dark and they look pensive so i ask what's going on and they tell me they've Caught Feelings. just a quiet, straightforward answer to my question. everything with them (except the bde) has been so unexpected, up to and including the fact that this response didn't bother me at all.

like... okay i was ovulating yesterday, so i was not entirely in my right mind, but like. both of them had the day off; i could've spent it with either of them, but i chose Bookstore (and not just bc they're huge). i really enjoy spending time with them. with Tech Guy, my little dating rules have been there for me to use as an excuse to not cross boundaries that i don't want to cross. but with Bookstore, they've been helping me to tap the brakes when i WANT to do things that i don't THINK i should do. but at this point, iiii just wanna say fuck it. they make me want to break all of my rules, and why shouldn't i? i made them, so i can also decide when they're not needed anymore. i just wanna have a good time and go with the flow. neither of us know where this is going, but we're both on the same page. i have been saying that i want to add something to my life that is just good and easy and fun, and it has very much been that. we're compatible on a lot of different levels that neither of us expected, and we've been having a really unusual time, already doing things neither of us has ever done before. everything has been so unexpectedly good.

all that said, next semester is gonna be crazy for me and they're actually starting college for the first time. (they've also had a pretty intense year of personal growth and change.) we're both gonna be going through it, so this might peter out naturally too, we might not have enough time or energy to get too deep into anything, and that would be okay. i just know that right now, it feels very natural to withdraw from one of these people and lean more into the other. every time i see tech guy, i like him a little less; every time i see bookstore, i like them a little more. maybe i am being stupid and still going too fast, bc Bookstore is coming over again on saturday (which will be the third time in a week), i am gonna let them spend the night, and it's fucking christmas and they're gonna bring me a gift. they also found out my first name by accident yesterday and i don't even care bc i know they're respectful enough not to use it and i don't care how much they know about me at this point.

maybe this whole thing will go too fast and burn itself out quickly, who fucking knows! but no matter what, this'll be interesting. i have no idea how it's gonna go, but i'm sure i will learn a hell of a lot.

[sparklingchim]

addicted; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.9k

genre: pwp, established relationship, college!au, richboy!jk

rating: 18+

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play, dumbification 😵‍💫, praising, size kink, tummy bulging, dirty talk, hair pulling, oc has bratty tendencies 🤨, name calling; slut, kookie is so handsome, spit kink !! , breeding kink, creampie, choking, googie's chain dangling in oc's face 🤩, slight overstimulation, jewellery kink? if that exists, cum play

summary: your boyfie jungkook fucking you silly.

a/n: im ovulating. that's my excuse.

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"Kinda want you inside me right now."

You look up at Jungkook, who's totally caught up in the movie playing on the laptop between your bodies.

It's a quiet Tuesday evening. Jungkook had come to your dorm just an hour ago, after doing his workout in the gym.

You had been waiting for him all evening along. You're alone in your dorm, Nayeon, your roommate, is spending her day at her boyfriend's place. It's been a boring day honestly, you've been lounging around in nothing but a black t-shirt from Jungkook after classes.

"Yeah? Want some cockwarming?"

"No," you say, propping your chin on his chest. "More like, want you to rail me." That catches Jungkook's attention. You bat your eyelashes when he sets his gaze on you.

That's all you could think about the minute Jungkook set foot inside your room. He looks hot tonight, has the cuddly boyfriend look on that has your mouth drooling for him. Men should just not be allowed to wear grey sweatpants. They do absolutely no good for the world - except leaving you thirsty for cock. Jungkook's also wearing a black cap. You love his hair, you really do but seeing him with a cap on does some things to you.

Jungkook's not even surprised at your boldness. If he got a penny for every time you asked him to fuck you, he'd be rich - that is, course, if you don't consider that the two of you haven't been dating that long and that, well, Jungkook is already wealthy of money.

"My girl wants to fuck?"

"Uh-huh."

And with that, he spreads his legs and drags your smaller body between him. Your back is flush against his ripped chest. Jungkook's manhandling has made his t-shirt hike up your thighs and your pink panties are perfectly on display for his eyes.

"Could've just told me to get between your legs," you mutter. You'd never confess how much you love it when he manhandles you.

"If you're such a big girl who can handle doing shit on her own, then surely you can get off on your own, hm?"

Oh no. That's not what you wanted to achieve with your brattiness.

"Mh-mhm." You shake your head in a pout. You grab his wrist and draw his hand between your legs. "Please?" You turn to look at him and bat your eyelashes again. You love doing it and Jungkook's loves seeing you pliant for him.

"Why should I?" he asks despite already inching closer to where you're aching the most. The pad of fingers place themselves on the damped spot of your panties. "Too stupid to do it?"

Your breath hitches at his slightest movement. "You just do it better." Your words are barely a whisper.

Jungkook's tatted hand, along with his rings that adorn his knuckles, disappears into your panties. Your legs naturally spread wider for him.

First rule established in your relationship: jewellery stays on during sex.

Jungkook loves wearing jewellery. Is practical obsessed with it. And you, on the other hand, are obsessed with the way how hot they make him look like. Jungkook is a fine fucking man, but his jewellery? His rings, chains, bracelets, earrings, his Rolex ? They got your pussy leaking for him.

Jungkook's got all the expensive jewellery that only rich folks could ever afford - which, weirdly enough, adds to the fact that they make you lose you sanity.

The times Jungkook planted kisses down your body and unintentionally - or maybe intentional after all, you don't know - grazed your pussy with his pendant? An agonising tease, but it made everything much more exciting.

"You're so wet baby," he whispers as he drags the pad of his middle finger across your pussy. "Why haven't you told me sooner, hm? Would've taken care of my girl immediately."

"You looked exhausted when you came in."

"Babe," he chides in a dark, disapproving timbre. You swear it's unintentional but you feel more arousal gushing from your pussy at his low voice. "Y'know I'm never too exhausted to please my sweet girl." Oh. What a beautiful thing to have whispered in your ear. Your pussy likes it too.

"Well," you begin, voice already hoarse cause of your dry throat. "Then you'll have no problem fucking me dumb, right?"

Jungkook chuckles. "What kinda question is this?"

"Oh!" you squeak when Jungkook plunges two fingers inside you. A pathetic whine of Jungkook's name flees past your lips. Your hand bolts to his forearm, nails leaving crescent on his skin at the sudden stretch. 

"Silly girl." Jungkook crooks his fingers. "Asking me to fuck her and then acting so surprised." You such a gasp in when Jungkook starts moving his fingers. He drags them along your sweet spot, the tickled feeling makes your toes curl in ecstasy. 

Your head rolls to the side. Jungkook's heartbeat drums right into your ear. Despite of the obscene scene that plays out right in front of you, the soft beats of Jungkook's heart grant an almost romantic, intimate ambiance.

"Feels so good." You sigh and crane your neck to look up at him. Jungkook's eyes are dark. The second his stare meets yours, a devilish smirk curves his pink lips.

"Yeah?" he asks in feigned sympathy. "You like my fingers?"

"S-so much."

Jungkook nudges your elbow. "Let me see your tits, baby." You sit up a little, lift Jungkook's black t-shirt over your head and toss it on the floor.

He spits on one breast and watches it trickle down over curve of your boob before rubbing it over your pebbled nipple. Your thighs tremble at the added pleasure. With his hand so close you can read the time on his Rolex. It's shortly after 8 pm.

"I love playing with you like this." He rolls your nub between his digits. "My dumb girl lets me do anything to her, doesn't she?"

" 'm your toy," you moan, moving your hips along his rapid movement.

"That's right, baby," he praises. "Just mine." His hand is cupping your jaw now, thumbing over your swollen bottom lip. "So pretty," Jungkook mumbles in your ear. You part your lips and close your mouth around his thumb. An approving sound rumbles from Jungkook's throat. You mindlessly swirl your tongue around his digit as Jungkook's starts fucking you faster.

"You gonna cum for me?" Jungkook can feel your walls clenching around his fingers and adds another to it.

You squeal around Jungkook's thumb, eyebrows tightly furrowed with how much pleasure you're getting.

Jungkook withdraws his finger from your mouth and tilts your head towards him by your jaw. He wants to look at you when you cum.

Wet sounds of your pussy fill the room, alongside your desperate moans - and the movie still playing in the background but that was already long forgotten between the two of you.

"That's it. Cum for me, babe." Jungkook squeezes your tit with his other hand.

"Shit, I'm- I'm-

Your whole body tingles when the delight reaches its peak and finally spills over. Your nails claw at his thighs and you squeeze your eyes shut when the prickle overwhelms you.

"Good girl." You're barely able to hear his voice, your high taking over all your senses. You go limp in his arms, legs trembling. Jungkook sprinkles sweet kisses on your jaw, but his fingers remain inside you, slower but still moving.

You're writhing in his arms. "Jungkook."

"I love playing with your pussy," he teases. "Fuck, hear how wet it is? All for me?"

Yes, you definitely hear it. You're wetter than every fucking ocean in this world combined and the squelching sounds are so obscene you don't even wanna know how his fingers feel right now.

You seize his wrist. "Gukkie, please."

"Can't take anymore?" he taunts.

"Too much." You sigh relieved when he removes his sneaky hand from your throbbing pussy, though he can't withstand to land one last teasing smack on your clit. You shake in his arms a whine falling past your lips.

Jungkook holds his glistening fingers in front of your mouth. Without much to say you take them in your mouth and suck them clean. When you're done Jungkook puts them in his mouth, tasting both the remnants of your cum and your saliva.

"Kiss me," you say when he's done tasting you. You know his cap is gonna be in the way, so you pull it off his head.

"Is there any moment in life where you don't look good?" you complain. He's had that stupid cap on for God knows how long, and yet his hair looks perfect. "It's unfair."

Whether if it's his morning hair, his after shower hair, his i just ran through my hair ten times cos im stressed about my exams or his we started baking and it ended up in a flour flight in the kitchen and now i have flour poured all over me, his hair still manages to look like he could do a photoshoot for the front cover of Elle Korea.

"Of course there is, babe," he starts but before he can finish you shush him with your finger on his mouth.

"Keep your corny compliments for yourself. I'm not giving you head tonight."

Jungkook clicks his tongue. "Why do you think that's the only reason why I would give you compliments?"

"Cause you always think with your dick."

"C'mere," he just says, ignoring your words.

He tilts your head up by your chin and clashes his mouth on yours. The taste of your cum is still lingering on both your tongues. Your hand finds his throbbing cock and you stroke him through his sweatpants. You can't recall when he got hard, you were too absorbed in your own pleasure to notice.

"Lie on your back for me," Jungkook says after the kiss.

While you make yourself comfortable on your back, Jungkook carefully closes your laptop and puts it on your bedside table. Out of the corner of his eye he sees the soft pink fabric of your panties flying across the room. He then he removes all his clothing and crawls back onto the bed.

Jungkook positions himself between your spread legs. He jerks his cock a few times and has his dark, fiery eyes on you.

You look so small under him. So fragile and vulnerable. He wants to keep you in his pocket and protect you forever.

"Such a pretty pussy." He traces his head over your glistening cunt, smearing your wetness all over you. And because Jungkook can't get enough of seeing your pussy all wet for him, he pushes his cock out of the way and spits directly on it. You have to hand it to him, he aims better than any man you've ever met. Jungkook spreads the added lubrication over your folds. You whimper beneath him. He's just teasing you and your mind is already foggy from all the bliss.

"Please, Koo," you plead. "Please fuck me."

"Always so needy." But still, he gives you what you want. He aligns his head on your entrance and slowly pushes his cock inside until is deeply sheathed between your greedy walls.

He stays like this for a second, allows you a few seconds to come accustomed to his size.

"God, you're so big." You still welcome the stretch his dick gives your pussy every time.

"But your little pussy can take it, right?" Jungkook pulls back, until only the beginning of his tip is left inside. And with a strong thrust of his hips, he's back inside you again.

Your back arches off the back and Jungkook watches you through lidded eyes. "I love fucking you like this," he says, his hands on both your knees. "Look so fucking hot." His eyes trails down to your tits bouncing every time he thrusts into you.

"I love your cock," you respond because damn that's literally the only thing you can thing about right now. It's just feels so good.

"There's only cock in your mind, isn't? The only thing you always fucking think about?" Jungkook's pace increases and all your rational thoughts are chased away with it.

"There's nothing in there, is it?" Jungkook  rasps and grabs a fistful of your hair. The pain from your scalp hurtles through your whole body. "Just needy thoughts, huh?" His silver fleur-de-lis chain dangles in front of your face as he comes closer. He's careful not do smack you in the face with it.

"Thought of you all day long," you mewl, palming your breast.

"Yeah? Thought of me fucking your tiny pussy?"

"God, yes."

The moment Jungkook smooths his ringed hand over the expanse of your tummy and presses his palm to your lower tummy it's officially over for you.

Your head rolls to your side and breathy moans escape your plush lips. The pressure Jungkook puts on your tummy makes you feel woozy in the head.

"You like that?" he asks and you're barely able to find strength to nod. "I can feel my cock moving inside you." Jungkook switches his thrusts into a languid fashion. His eyes are attached to where his tatted hand is resting. He can see it - he can see the bulge of his cock in your tummy. "Oh, fuck." He could never get over how fucking hot it looks like. Seeing your tiny pussy taking his big cock will always make him want to nut inside you right then and there. Jungkook grabs your hand that isn't currently occupied with tweaking your nipple and situates it right where his hand had been. "You're feeling this, baby?" Jungkook covers his hand over yours and your hand completely vanishes beneath his. "You feel how my cock is stretching your little pussy open?"

"Uh-huh," you press out, dragging out the sound until it morphs into a moan as Jungkook starts picking up on his pace again.

"Lost your words?" Jungkook sneers. "What a brain dead slut you are for me."

You whimper in response, reaching for his chain to drag him closer. His hand finds your throat once again. It quickly embraces your neck and his fingers make it harder to breath. The watchstrap of his Rolex pokes your skin but you're already used to the chafing feeling. Jungkook is so close to you, you can feel his ragged breathing fanning on your face.

"You're my pathetic little slut, aren't you?"

"Y-yes."

"Open your mouth for me," he demands.

You do, with your tongue sticking out slightly. He lets a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and again it lands right where he wants it to, this time on your tongue. And you swallow, like the obedient little girl you are for him.

He feels your throat bobbing and hums satisfied. "Such a good girl."

Jungkook draws back again, grabbing both your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulders.

Your eyes roll at the back of your head. "Jungkook," you whine. You're so close to cumming again, you feel like you're gonna see stars.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"Yes - fuck - yes, I'm so close!"

Jungkook thrusts his cock inside just the way you like it.

You relish in the way he forces himself into your pussy, heady and intoxicating pleasure. You tip over the edge, panting a moan of Jungkook's name as you cum onto Jungkook’s rock-hard length. Mind-numbing satisfaction that spreads all over you, hot and melting into you. 

"That's my girl." Jungkook slows down, giving you kisses all over your neck as he rolls his hips into you.

He rides out your high. You're too fucked out to do anything for a moment and just enjoy Jungkook pampering you with kisses.

"Good job," he praises you once again and you feel your heart flutter. God, he's too good at this.

But you could to the same. "Cum inside me," you beg.

That sentence? Heaven in Jungkook's ears. You don't let him cum inside you that often but oh fuck, when you allow him to it drives him crazy.

Jungkook groans into the pillow next to you. "Yeah? Want me to knock you up?"

"Uh-huh. Want you to fill me up."

"Fuck," he moans and it sounds so fucking pretty you think you're falling in love with him all over again.

One of your hand moves to his chest and you softly flick your index against his nipple.

"I'm gonna cum." Jungkook throws his head back and goes sloppy in his movements. He spills all his seed into you until he shoves his cock deep inside you one last time.

Jungkook's head drops down in the crook of your neck and you thread your fingers through his hair. He stays like that for a while, his dick still inside.

When Jungkook starts peppering kisses over your neck and then chest and then face, you know he's come back to his senses. If you're honest, you still feel woolly in your head but Jungkook has always been better at handling the post nut clarity than you.

You poke Jungkook in the side with your feet. "Jungkook, let me pee."

"Let me love you, woman."

"You weigh a ton," you groan as you try to push him off you.

At that, he perks up and looks at you with narrowed eyes. "I take full offense to that. I've worked hard to build these muscles," he says. "But I get it. Someone like you-" He takes hold of your weak, undefined arm and looks at you pityingly. "Would never understand."

You giggle and playfully swat his chest.

"Just let me go and pee, you dummy."