#if you don't get it it's like an erection

[reignpage]

how do you think jjk men are with embarrassing moments during sex? like if something embarrassing that happens to either them or their partner, do they play it off, try to inject humor, swear off sex to be a monk?

i read a similar post by an author advocating for well, not just more realistic depictions of sex in fics, but to include some of the awkwardness present in them too?? their post included geto���s hair getting stuck in butt cracks, Toji pulling a muscle, Nanami losing his boner, and Choso full on shitting himself accidentally to help with reader’s embarrassment over queefing 😭😭😭

like yes it’s funny and bonkers but cuz sex isn’t always the passionate sexy fuckfest we see in fics/movies, people don’t always cum at the same time, yes you DO need lube AND prep, foreplay DOES matter, dryness or losing an erection midway no matter how horny you are is common yano?? 😤😤

lowkey wanted to go anon lest you call me perpetually horny 😭 but ignore me if my shit’s getting old

own your shit bae, no pun intended. ur horniness could never get old. I like these questions cause they're like brain teasers. okay okay lemme have a go

Gojo:

says a cringy line

I can totally see him trying something new that he thinks would be super sexy like

"oh yeah? you like that? you're such a dirty whore, aren't you? come on, cum and show me who you're daddy is."

reader will pause and stare at him like, did you hear yourself?

gojo will have a moment of realisation and give himself the ick. even he has limits.

he collapses on top of reader and begs her to forget that, will be a blushing mess.

he'll think about it once in a while and cringe

but in the moment, he'd throw a tantrum if you can't stop laughing and making fun of him.

"it wasn't that bad! you're being mean, seriously. I just got caught up, okay? stop laughinggggg"

gets very pouty, protests, and you have to seduce him back, really compliment the hell out of him

then he'll force you on top and make you take the lead so he doesn't give himself another opportunity to be embarassing

Geto:

trying to switch positions in a tight space and then you accidentally rest your elbow on his long hair and he almost rips outs chunks

probably gets irritated because you've damaged his brilliant hair

takes a breather and then starts back up again

punishes you during sex

will crack a smile if you do

"yeah, alright, laugh it up. but if I develop a bald spot, neither of us will be laughing."

will make sure that never happens again

might even pull your hair during sex to show you how it feels (not too hard obvi)

Choso:

might get too subby lol

like "am I a good boy mommy? am I doing good? I don't want my mommy to be mad at me" and he's in tears

idk how to write mommy kinks lol

and you both have a moment of clarity where it's like, damnnn you okay? didn't know you had trauma like that

he'll get very shy and embarrassed

might even start crying, trying to run away

you'll have to reassure him it's fine and then just go slowly and gently, having more loveydovey sex

late at night, he'll ask you if you really didn't mind because he doesn't want you to be freaked out or think he's not a man

but I imagine it'd become a kink you indulge him once in a while

just gotta teach him it's okay, just don't spring it on someone mid act lol

Toji:

trying a really acrobatic fucking position, whether in the living room or in the shower, gets his footing wrong and slips, smacks his head against the wall, takes you down with him

he knocks himself out

you have to wrangle his 200 pound or something body in to a safe lying position and wait for him to come to

when he does and he remembers what happens

bro is in denial

no he didn't slip

no he didn't overestimate himself

no it didn't hurt

no he's not embarrassed stop asking him

gets very grumpy and will storm off, grumbling under his breath

comes back calmer

neither of you mention it but it hangs in the air as you both prepare dinner together

once sat across each other, you make an eye contact and you burst out laughing

he rolls his eyes but he's got a smile on his lips

"yeah yeah, what fucking ever. you try lifting your heavy ass up whilst you're balls deep"

next time tho, he gets you back by forcing you to endure vanilla sex, going very slow and shallow and overly sweet

makes you beg for him to fuck you normally

he'll consider it

Nanami:

drunk sex, becomes wayyyy too emotional

"sweetheart, you're the most beautiful thing in the entire world, I love you so much do you know that? I honestly -hiccup!- c-can't live without you, oh goodness, please don't make me live without you!"

he's still inside, he's not even thrusting anymore, he's just crying into your neck like a baby

you're brushing his hair, shushing him, orgasms forgotten

might vomit on you a little

wakes up with a killer hangover and a night full of memories he wishes he could erase

"oh god, honey. I'm so terribly sorry. I can't believe I did something so ridiculous. no I know loving you openly isn't ridiculous, but I wouldn't be wrong to say crying, leaving you unsatisfied, forcing you to care for a man child, and cherry on top, vomitting on you is just a little ridiculous."

has to go make it up to himself for being a terrible husband

will spoil you for the rest of the week

or anytime he remembers

might actually drink less because of it lol

Sukuna:

he'd kill you if he did something embarrassing

pray he never does

[ateezscupid]

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

your adorable nerd boyfriend yunho ♡

"Yunho!" You walk into the studio holding a bag of carry-out food. "You still here?"

Yunho's head peeks out from behind the soundproof door, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "Couldn't get the harmony right," he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the faint strums of an unplugged guitar. "Think I'm gonna need to tweak the bridge a bit."

"Aw, baby," You walk over, sitting the carry-out on a chair nearby and kicking the door behind you closed. "You're burning the midnight oil again. What's up?"

"I just-" he sighs. "Hongjoong asked if I wanted to help on the album and I said yes but it's just not coming out right. I'm no good at this."

Your face curls up as you giggle. "Yunho, are you kidding? You're, like, super fucking talented when it comes to making music! You literally wrote a song for me every valentines day and every birthday I had since we first started dating. Why are you so…down? What's with the sudden self-doubt?"

"I've just--been real stressed." He sighs. "I had a shit ton of promotions and a shit ton of practice and work to do and then having to work on the album I-"

"Then tell Hongjoong you won't be able to? You know he won't be mad. You guys have been friends for ages." You rub his shoulders gently, feeling the tension knotting his muscles. You smile warmly and push his glasses up his nose. "You're doing too much."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure. But I want to keep working on it. I wanna participate. I wanna help Hongjoong. Everything has just been stressing me out and we haven't done anything with each other in ages-"

"What do you mean? I hangout in the studio with you literally every time you come in here." You furrow your eyebrows and then pause realizing what he means. "Oh..~"

Yunho nods his head. "Yeah, but it's not the same. I've been so busy, I feel like I've lost touch with everyone, especially with you." He turns to face you, placing the guitar aside. "And I don't wanna disappoint him. I know he's counting on me."

"Well do you want me to help…?" You tilt your head and place your hand on his thigh. "Help with the tension?" You say with a cheeky smile.

Yunho laughs, the first genuine one in hours. "I'd love that," he says, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes. "But I actually meant with the music."

"So you don't want head?"

He pauses. "Well, both, actually." He opens one eye and peers at you with a half-smile. "I mean, I'm not opposed to it."

You smile and get on your knees, scooting closer and grabbing the hem of his sweatpants. "Just work on the music. I'll do what I need to do." You start to massage his legs, feeling the tightness in his muscles slowly release under your skilled touch. Yunho sighs deeply, leaning his head back.

You bite your lip, pushing his sweatpants down and running your fingers over the bulge showing in his boxers. "Let's get these off," you murmur, your voice low and teasing. He lifts his hips slightly to help you, his breath catching in his throat. You never got over his size, and the way his body responds to your touch still sends shivers down your spine. As you pull his boxers down, his erection springs free, and you wrap your hand around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yunho groans, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, full of heat and need.

With a wink, you lean in, placing soft kisses along his inner thigh, making him squirm. The studio's dim lighting casts a warm glow on his skin, highlighting the goosebumps that rise from your touch. The faint smell of sweat and the lingering scent of guitar strings mingle with his unique scent, creating a heady cocktail of desire. You trace the veins on his cock with your tongue, feeling him twitch in your grip. You look up at him, his eyes now wide with anticipation, and you take him fully in your mouth, sucking and teasing with the perfect amount of pressure. His hips buck, but he quickly stifles the sound, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the night.

"So pretty…" he mumbles, watching as you work your magic. The words are barely a whisper, but the intensity behind them sends a thrill through you. You've always loved this power, the ability to make him feel this way, to make him forget about the stresses of the world outside these walls.

You move your mouth up and down, finding the rhythm that makes his toes curl and his hands tighten in your hair. His eyes are glued to the sight of you, kneeling before him, your lips wrapped around him. The taste of him is familiar, but it never gets old, never fails to make your stomach flip with excitement.

He grabs your hair, guiding your movements, and you feel a shiver run through him. The quietness of the studio is only broken by the occasional sound of someone passing by outside, the distant sound of cars on the street, and the muffled thump of music coming from the other side of the building. It's a stark contrast to the symphony of your heart beating in your ears and the wet sounds of your mouth on his skin.

"You're so pretty, baby," Yunho whispers, his voice strained with pleasure as he watches you, his eyes hooded with lust. You look up, meeting his gaze, and the connection between you is palpable, a silent promise that no matter what happens, you'll always be there to take the edge off.

You moan around his cock, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. He's getting closer, you can feel it in the way his thighs tense and his breathing quickens. You pick up the pace, eager to give him the release he so desperately needs. The tip of your nose nuzzles against his pelvis as you deep-throat him, your throat tightening around his length.

"F-Fuck-!" he chuckles and leans forward, his hand gripping the chair's armrest tightly as he watches you in rapt attention. "Just like that, baby… just like that…" His voice is a hoarse whisper, his eyes glazed with lust as you continue your relentless ministrations. The way you take him in, the passion in your eyes as you suck him off, it's like nothing he's ever felt before.

You flutter your eyelashes as you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but the look of pure ecstasy on Yunho's face spurs you on. You feel the heat building in your own core, the friction of your own arousal against your thighs as you continue to suck and lick, bringing him closer to the edge. His grip on your hair tightens, and you know he's about to come.

His eyes are tightly shut, his head thrown back, and his breaths come in sharp gasps. You feel the muscles in his thighs tighten even further, and you know that he's on the brink. With one final, deep suck, you feel him pulse in your mouth, and he lets out a strangled moan as he releases. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him, feeling his body relax as the tension drains from his muscles.

You only slow for a moment, now wrapping your other hand around his cock and stroking it as you swallow the last of his cum. You sit back on your heels, smiling up at him, your mouth glistening. Yunho's chest heaves as he looks down at you, his eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice raw and needy.

You smile, leaning back down and kitten licking his tip once again, gently sucking on his tip. He literally jolts at the sensation, his body still reeling from the intense orgasm. "Holy fuck, I just came-"

You chuckle in response, pushing his cock further in your mouth, enjoying the way he squirms. "You can always come more," you murmur, your voice muffled by his flesh. You love teasing him, pushing his limits, making him feel good. It's a power dynamic you both thrive on, one that has grown over the years of your relationship. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip before popping it out again. "Can I get one more?"

"I…" he sighs, his body still trembling slightly. "I'm not sure I can handle another one right now." He opens his eyes and looks at you, his smile lazy and content. "But, if you want…"

"You've handled it before." You purr, stroking him gently, watching the pleasure play out on his face as you bring him back to full hardness. The challenge in your tone is clear, and it ignites a competitive spark in Yunho's eyes. He nods, a silent agreement to let you continue your sweet torment.

With renewed enthusiasm, you swirl your tongue around his shaft, feeling his cock twitch in response. Each touch, each lick is met with a soft gasp or moan, his hands tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. The studio's ambiance adds a layer of intimacy to the moment, the muffled sounds of the world outside seemingly fading away as you focus solely on bringing him pleasure.

The overstimulation of his senses is almost too much for Yunho to handle. He watches you, mesmerized by the way your eyes light up with mischief and desire, your mouth a perfect "O" around his cock, your tongue flicking and teasing with the finesse of a pro. The way you manipulate him is like an art form, a symphony of pleasure that he's all too willing to succumb to. He leans back into the chair, his legs spreading wider to give you more access, his body arching off the seat slightly as you deep-throat him again.

He opens his mouth as if he was going to say something, but no words come out. Instead, he releases a low groan as you continue to suck him off, your movements deliberate and practiced. The sound echoes faintly in the studio, sending a thrill through you. You've always loved making him feel this good, reducing him to a puddle of need and desire.

His groans even started turning into whimpers and it was the sweetest sound in the world to your ears. You could feel your own arousal building, your pussy throbbing and wet, begging for attention. But you knew you had to focus on him right now. You sucked harder, your cheeks hollowing as you took him deep, feeling the warmth of his cock in your mouth, the pulse of his blood beating against your tongue. You could tell he was close again, his body tensing and his breaths coming in short gasps.

"Fuck-" he whines, gripping the arm rests so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Oh my fucking god,"

You laugh around his cock, feeling the vibrations from his voice resonate through your mouth and into him. The sound spurs you on, your movements becoming more urgent. You can feel your own orgasm building as you watch him lose control. You've always had this effect on each other, pushing each other's boundaries, finding new ways to make the other feel alive.

"Fuckfuckfuck," his glasses even started to fall off his face. You giggle, reaching up with one hand to gently push them back up, not breaking the rhythm of your mouth. His eyes are now fully open, watching you with a mix of amazement and lust. "You're gonna make me come again," he whispers, his voice strained and desperate.

You nod, your eyes sparkling with mischief. You're enjoying this, the power you hold over him, the way he's at your mercy. You increase the pace, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth, stroking and sucking with a fervor that leaves him trembling. The studio's air feels thick with desire, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of music equipment.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasps. "Fuckfuckfuck, I-I'm-" He can't even form the words as his hips thrust upward, meeting your mouth's eager suction. His orgasm crashes over him, and you feel the warmth of his cum fill your mouth once again. You swallow with a satisfied smile, feeling the muscles in your jaw relax as you release him with a final kiss to the tip.

You stand up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, watching as Yunho slumps back into the chair, his body boneless with pleasure. He opens his eyes to look at you, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Thank you," he murmurs again, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, how about you?"

[gospelicas]

cw stepcest

"i don't think you know just what you do to me."

stepdad!kento's hands on your body are searing hot and desperate,, to say the least. he has you on the dining table, your half eaten dinner pushed aside to make room for you to sit back and accommodate your stepfathers large frame between your thighs. he's so hard it hurts, but you only have so long before your mother finishes up in the shower and comes down to join the both of you for desert.

little does she know, her sweethearted kento is having his fill of desert early. he gropes you with large hands, tweaks at your nipples as he kisses down whatever exposed skin he can find until he's face-to-face with your pretty pussy: his favourite sight. but you're needy and impatient and despite having been licked and worshipped by your stepdad for weeks now he still hasn't stretched you out on his cock.

"you could just fuck me," you whisper, as if your mother could somehow hear you over the running water of her shower upstairs. "im already wet for you..."

he shakes his head, blond hair messing a little as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. you reach down and take his glasses off to avoid any obstacles between your sensitive clit and his eager mouth.

"you know i won't fuck you, sweet thing."

"why-" you gasp as he licks a stripe through your folds up to your clit- "why not? i want it."

"i'm your step-father. it's wrong," he presses a kiss to your clit. "improper," kiss, "an abuse of power."

"you're literally eating me out right now," you whine. "it's wrong anyways. you want it too, i know you do."

"more than anything," he hums against your pussy. "bet you feel as sweet as you taste, but it's not happening. you need to start respecting the ground rules i lay down, so shut up and let me make you cum before your mother comes back down."

you groan, but lean back on your elbows and let your legs drape over his broad shoulders. kento eats you like he hasn't just indulged himself on your mothers cooking; with needy moans pressed against your clit and lots of spit and tongue and enough kisses to tell you this isn't just sex to him. he digs his fingers into your thighs to pull you impossibly closer to his greedy tongue, but you gasp when the cold of his wedding band presses against your heated skin.

of course, he moves to take it off, mostly out of guilt, but you manage to catch his wrist in your hand before he can. you can feel his sharp exhale against your pussy as you shake your head, something filthy playing behind your eyes. "don't take it off."

your stepdad frowns and you slowly guide his hand to your heat. you mould hiring and middle finger out and press the rest against his palm and tease your own entrance with his hand as if he were only a toy. his wedding band glistens with your sweet nectar, and he can't manage to pull his hand away like he should. "you're cruel," he whispers.

"i know," you sigh and lean back, letting go of his wrist and trusting him to know what you want. "stop if you want to. go join mom in the shower, maybe you could get off with your—"

"don't." kento pistons his fingers into you with a pace that makes you dizzy! your head is falling back and he's reattaching his lips to your clit and showing off that added experience that being so much older than you gives. your fingers drag through his hair, messing up the delicate blond strands in a way you almost hope he doesn't remember to fix before facing your mother again.

and before you know it, he's bring you to the edge of your climax and pushing you over into ecstasy with an ease that makes it feel like you're the one who he should be claiming with jewellery instead! you cum hard around his fingers and greedy kento nanami laps up every last drop of your release like a thirsty dog.

he rests his forehead against your knee and closes his pretty eyes tight. he's trying to will his erection down.

"i can fix that," you offer, already knowing he'll shake his head and tell you that this is for your pleasure, not his. though you know if you had the time for a second round that your taste alone could make the man cum in his pants: it's happened before.

but before he can protest and you can push any further, the sound of running water from upstairs halts and you hear the shower door opening and shutting as your mother finishes up. it's an almost comical race to get your clothes back on and your appearances tidied up, but by the time she's dressed and rejoining you both in the dining room, you're sat in soft chatter about... the economy.

that's okay, though! because your mom quickly gives you a new subject to discuss when she tells you she's going to spend the summer abroad on a business exchange! she hates to leave you two alone like this but it's the opportunity of a lifetime.

and you'll be damned if you get a whole summer alone with your stepdad and don't get him to fuck you properly within the first week :)

[angelsfat3]

ⓘㅤ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑. ⠀⠀( 这个身体是我的。)

𝓢ummary “ ✉. The unattainable boy, who you had a crush on, decides to introduce you to the world of entertainment.

⠀،،⠀Genre. ’ Smut, drabble, mlm.

( 𝒄/𝒘. )───bareback (don't do it irl!), rough, slur, the deep (sexual position lol).

“Please, Sunghoon...” you moaned again, your voice breaking slightly. “I n-need you... I need your hard cock inside me... Stop playing these fucking games...”

Sunghoon's eyes darkened with lust at you wanton pleas, the sound of your voice like a siren's call. He could feel the heat of his body, the way you arched and pressed against him, seeking more of his touch.

With a low, possessive growl, Sunghoon captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth to claim every inch of the warm, wet cavern. He could taste the desperation on your tongue, the way it tangled with his own in a dance of passion.

His hands slid down, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of your ass. He squeezed the firm glutes, kneading and massaging the supple skin as he ground his own hips against yours.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard..” Sunghoon growled against your skin, his voice rough with desire. ”I'm going to fill this tight little ass with my big, thick cock until you're screaming my name.”

He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your fluttering hole through the fabric of his jeans.

“Tell me how badly you want it, baby.” he demanded, his fingers squeezing your ass harder. “Beg for my cock like the needy lil whore you are.”

“You fucking bastard...” you breathed out, your deep yet high-pitched voice a husky, needy whimper. Your cheeks became redder than they already were.

“I’m not listening to you.” he said.

You loved but hated begging for him, wanting to have him. “I need your big, thick cock inside... Fucking me, stretching me, claiming me... Using me..”

He wanted a show? He was going to get it.

“Fuck me...” you begged, your dark eyes pleading and filled with lust. “Fuck me hard and deep, like the little whore I am for you.. use me until I'm screaming your name... Until I can't walk straight... Until your cock is the only thing I can think about...”

You arched that beautiful body, pressing your smooth skin against Sunghoon's muscular frame. The heat of both bodies melded together, the air between you both thick with tension and desire.

Sunghoon's eyes flashed with primal hunger at your desperate pleas, the sight of you writhing beneath him, begging so sweetly for his cock, driving him wild with lust.

With a feral growl, he captured your mouth in a brutal yet careful dominating kiss, his tongue plundering the warm, wet cavern as he ground his hips hard against yours.

His hands made quick work of the rest of the clothes, practically tearing the flimsy fabric from your body in his haste to expose every inch of your smooth skin to his ravenous gaze.

Sunghoon drank in the sight of your lithe, toned form, his eyes roaming over the defined lines of your muscles, the delicate curve of your spine, the tantalizing globes of your ass.

From one moment to the next he abruptly separated from the kiss and sat back on his knees, his chest heaving with anticipation as he quickly shed his own clothes, revealing his muscular torso, the hard planes and ridges of his abdomen clenching and flexing with each ragged breath.

His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum, the thick shaft pulsing with the need to be buried inside your tight heat.

Sunghoon gripped your thighs, pushing them back and apart to expose your dripping, fluttering hole to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck, why do you have to be so hot..” he leaned down, his tongue delving between the firm cheeks to lap at the sensitive skin, teasing and tasting, before focusing his attention on the tight bud at the center.

He circled the rim with the tip of his tongue, feeling it clench and flutter against the slick muscle, before pointing his tongue and pushing inside, plunging deep into the hot, silken passage.

You let out a sharp cry, your back arching off the bed as Sunghoon's tongue pushed deep inside you, the slick muscle plunging in and out, fucking your ass with long, deep strokes.

Sunghoon could taste your arousal, the musky, slightly bitter flavor of your essence exploding on his tongue, spurring him on to fuck you harder, deeper, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he held them open for his hungry mouth.

You clenched your teeth, biting down hard on your plump lower lip as you tried desperately to stifle the wanton moans that threatened to spill from your mouth. Sunghoon's name slipped out from between your teeth, a breathless, needy whimper.

"S-sun!"

Your back arched sharply off the bed, pressing your body harder against Sunghoon frame. You could feel every inch of his hard hands against your own softer thighs, the contrast sending electric sparks of pleasure racing through your veins.

You tangled your fingers in Sunghoon's dark hair, your short nails scraping against his scalp as you held him tight against you. Your hips bucked and writhed beneath him, seeking more of that incredible sensation, more of Sunghoon's skilled tongue delving deep into your most intimate place.

You could feel the heat building between your thighs, the ache of arousal pulsing through your core. Your cock throbbed and jerked the [s/c] shaft slick with pre-cum, the reddened tip an angry, desperate shade of crimson.

The muscles of your ass clenched and fluttered around Sunghoon's plundering tongue, trying to draw him deeper, to hold him inside you.

Sunghoon could feel your body trembling beneath him, the needy whimpers and breathless moans music to his ears. The way you arched and bucked against him, desperate for more of his touch, only fueled the fire raging inside him.

With a final, hard thrust of his tongue, Sunghoon pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He licked his lips, savoring the taste, before surging up to capture your mouth in a searing kiss.

He could feel you gasping against his lips, your breath coming in short, sharp pants as you panted for air.

Sunghoon reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking his fingers generously before pressing one long digit against your fluttering hole. He could feel the way it clenched and tightened, trying to keep him out, before he pushed forward, sinking knuckle-deep into the tight, silken heat.

You cried out, head thrashing against the pillow as Sunghoon began to pump his finger in and out, stretching you open, preparing you for his cock.

Sunghoon added a second finger, then a third, scissoring and twisting them, rubbing against that special spot deep inside that made you see stars.

As he fingered you, Sunghoon used his other hand to stroke and caress your body, his calloused palm rough against your smooth skin. You were so beautiful, even if you were just his source of income and relief from stress.

He tweaked and pinched your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers until your body was writhing beneath him, your cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto your stomach. Needy.

Sunghoon could feel his own cock throbbing, the thick shaft hard and heavy against your thigh.

The urge to bury himself inside your tight heat was overwhelming, just imagining the way that big ass would be swallowing his cock like a pro, the way your moans would sound even better, the idea of ruining you for anyone else was driving him crazy.

But he wanted to make sure you were ready, wanted to feel you begging for his cock like the desperate little slut you were.

“Tell me how badly you need it, baby.” he growled, his voice rough and low with lust. “Tell me how much you want this big, thick cock stretching this tight little ass. Beg for me to fuck you hard and deep until you can't walk straight.”

“Fuck, you're so tight.” he grunted, his fingers digging into the firm globes of your ass as he began to move, his hips rolling in a deep, steady rhythm. “So fucking tight and perfect, like this little ass was made just for my cock.”

Sunghoon set a hard, relentless pace, pounding into you with long, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the crude, filthy words falling from Sunghoon's lips as he fucked into you with wild abandon.

You throw your head back, your long lashes fluttering as you feel Sunghoon's thick cock stretching you open, filling you so deeply and completely.

A low, wanton moan escapes your lips as you arch your back, pressing your waist up to meet his powerful thrusts.

“You can take it, fagg.” Sunghoon snarled, his voice harsh and rough with lust. “Take my fucking cock like the needy whore you are. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be split open on my big, thick dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

It was very clear that you can feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it stretches you wide, claiming you, ruining you for anyone else.

You own [s/c], red-tipped shaft throbs against your stomach, leaking pre-cum with each roll of Sunghoon's hips. The musky scent of our coupling fills the air, mingling with the rich, masculine aroma of Sunghoon skin.

"Nhg! Sunghoon!~" you gasp out as you heard your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. “Oh god! Yes... fuck me, honey. Fuck me harder!”

Your fingers scrabble at his muscular back, blunt nails digging into the sweat-slick skin as you try to pull him closer, to bury him even deeper inside your aching, greedy hole. The feeling of him moving inside you is indescribable, his hard, heavy shaft stroking along your inner walls with every deep, pounding thrust.

He could feel your body trembling beneath him, your toned muscles quivering and clenching with every powerful thrust of his hips. Sunghoon leaned down, his teeth sinking into the smooth, [s/c] of your neck, marking it, claiming it as his own.

“You're mine.” he growled, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “All mine, now and forever. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you'll never forget who you are.”

But even for you, it wasn't enough, words were no longer enough, you needed more, you wanted to end up with your head full of him, you wanted to feel him as much as your own body could let you.

“More...” you whimper, your [e/c] eyes glazed over with lust as you gaze up at him. “Please baby, I need more. Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper. I want to feel you in my throat, in my belly, in my fucking soul!”

Your body undulates beneath him, hips rolling and bucking to meet his thrusts, your firm ass jiggling with each impact of his hips against your thighs.

You're lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned by him, for someone you thought would never have anything with you—even if it was just sex.

In this moment, there is nothing but him, nothing but the feel of his cock inside you, nothing but the need for him to fuck you forever. Rough, tough.

Sunghoon was impressed, letting out a sly smile followed by a low laugh upon hearing your desperate, wanton cries. The way you begged for more, pleaded for him to fuck you even harder and deeper, only inflamed his own desire.

With a feral growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them back towards your chest and almost bending them in half as he loomed over them, his muscular torso glistening with sweat.

“Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty,” Sunghoon rasped, his voice a dark, seductive rumble. “Such a filthy mouth on my sweet boy.”

Sunghoon pistoned his hips forward with brutal force, the thick head of his cock slamming into that special spot deep inside you with every thrust. His grunts and moans were part of the orchestra you both had inside the room, in front of the camera, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against your ass.

The new angle allowed him to sink even deeper inside you, the thick head of his cock kissing your inside with every powerful thrust. You could feel the heavy bulge of it stretching your belly, a lewd reminder of just how thoroughly you were being claimed.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking on a high-pitched moan. The intense pleasure was overwhelming, unlike anything you had ever felt before.

You gazed up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes, taking in the sight of his handsome face contorted in pleasure above you. Beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his dark hair disheveled and falling into his eyes. The sight of him losing himself in the passion, consumed by his desire for you, only heightened your own arousal.

“Tsk, such a cock-sucker whore.” Sunghoon snarled, his fingers sinking into the firm ass hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking take my cock like you were made for it. This is what you needed, isn't it? To be split open on my big, fucking dick until you can't fucking think straight?”

Your hands flew to his biceps, gripping the firm, muscular flesh as you dug your nails into his skin. The feel of him, all hard planes and ridges, was intoxicating. You could have spent hours exploring every inch of his powerful frame, mapping out the contours of his body with your fingertips.

But in that moment, all you could focus on was the way his thick cock was pounding into you, striking that perfect spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

“You're mine.” Sunghoon growled possessively against you, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. “All fucking mine. I'm going to ruin this ass, fucking destroy it until the only thing you can think about is my cock splitting you open.”

He could feel your own cock throbbing and jerking against both stomachs, leaking pre-cum with every thrust. Sunghoon reached down, his calloused palm wrapping around the slick, [s/c] shaft, stroking it in time with his hips. He wanted to feel you come undone, wanted to watch your face as you lost yourself to the pleasure.

He was destroying you in the best way.

“Don't stop!” you whimpered, your voice a needy, breathless plea. “D-don't stop! Fuck you.. fucking me so good... Fill me up with your fucking seed!”

His eyes opened wide, untamed light as he drank in the exquisite sight of you, your body glistening with sweat, markings he left in previous sessions, your face a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Who'd have thought you were a bag of semen.

“Milk my fucking cock with this greedy ass. Scream for me, let everyone know who you belong to, bitch.”

He pistoned his hips with such speed and force, the thick head of his shaft slamming into your abused prostate with brutal precision. Sunghoon could feel the way your body clenched and fluttered around him, the slick walls gripping his cock like a velvet vice as he fucked into you with fierceness.

He could feel his release fast approaching, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body as the pressure built to a crescendo. He wanted to fill you up, to pump you full of his hot, thick seed until it was dripping out of that well-fucked hole.

A choked sob tearing from your throat as the pleasure crests and breaks over you like a tidal wave. Sunghoon's fingers around your cock, stroking in tight, furious circles, are your undoing. You try so hard to hold on, to wait for him, but the sensation is too intense, too overwhelming.

It was a matter of seconds before you started to feel a tickling sensation in your lower belly, your phallus and tip were throbbing as you tried to move to his rhythm.

“N-ngh! S-sun!” you cry out, your angel voice cracking and breaking as you teeter on the brink. “I... I can't... Ngh-ah!~”

Your cock jerks and pulses in his grip, the sensitive skin flushed a deep, aching red. You feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core, your stomach tightened as you tried to holding back. But it's no use.

With a silent scream, I shatter, my release crashing through me like a tsunami, creamy ropes of cum erupt from your cock. You paint your stomach and chest with your release, the hot, sticky fluid splattering your collarbone and jaw.

The sight of you coming undone beneath him, your body convulsing and shaking with the force of your climax, pushed Sunghoon over the edge.

You felt like you were in fucking heaven, finally freed from a pleasurable hell and still having him inside you, seeking his own pleasure after leaving you so fucked.

Tears stream down your face, your long lashes fluttering as you gaze Sunghoon with glassy, adoring eyes. You're utterly wrecked by the force of your orgasm. In this moment, you belong to him—you always were, body, mind and soul.

“Fuck, [...]!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. “I'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be fucking dripping for days!”

With one final, brutal thrust, Sunghoon buried himself to the hilt inside your spasming heat. His cock jerked and throbbed as he found his release, thick ropes of hot, sticky seed erupting from his shaft. He pumped you full, his heavy balls emptying their heavy load deep inside.

You were wanting to recover, wanting to take a breath even if it was a bit difficult because of the position, however Sunghoon quickl—almost needily, moved away from you so that your legs could fall onto the bed.

As soon as your thighs met the cold blanket, he collapsed against you, pinning you to the bed with his muscular weight as he rutted into you, grinding his pelvis against your ass as he rode out the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Sunghoon chest heaved with each ragged, panting breath, sweat dripping from his brow onto your tear-streaked cheeks.

Slowly, he lifted his head to gaze down at you, his intense dark eyes filled with a mixture of deep satisfaction and raw, possessive love. He brushed away your tears with his thumbs, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and strength.

“Look at you,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp. A small sigh of laughter left his lips, as a kiss was placed on your forehead. “Same time tomorrow, darling?”

You simply nodded after no longer feeling his warmth, instead, he stood up and walked quickly to turn off his camera. “You know? I should start paying you more. You're the only one my followers love to watch me fuck.”

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[lixiesbrowniess]

WHAT'S WRONG OLD MAN?

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, SMUT, sexual content, blowjob, p n v, unprotected sex, rough sex, virginity loss, MAJOR SIZE KINK, deepthroating, soldier boy's in his 60s so its around 1980s, you called him a grandpa... I guess he proved you wrong.

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One shot: Soldier Boy x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: You're starred in a new music video with non other than Soldier Boy. He's technically in his 60s, but damn was he fine as hell. You're in your 20s but the director still chose to give you the sluttiest role you've ever played with a man that literally could've been your grandpa. Yes. You play hard to get, won't last long buuut.

WAS LISTENING TO THIS WHILE WRITING THE SMUT PART PLS I WAS WHEEZING AT SOME POINT LIKE YES I'D BANG WITH HIM.

"Cuuut." the director shouted running towards you while you immediately tear yourself away from Soldier Boy's crotch with an annoyed frown, the director walked towards you looking somehow upset, about to scold you cause for the third time in a row you weren't drooling enough onto Soldier Boy's crotch or not being slutty enough.

You rolled your eyes, as expected the director was scolding you again. And grabbing your wrist and tossing you around "You might be the youngest but thay doesn't make you less of a slut!" The director was shouting in your face. You yanked your wrist back making the older man flinch "Not my fault I don't want to rub myself against a fucking grandpa." You bite back harshly.

You didn't say that out loud, did you? You didn't, right?

You feel your blood running cold watching the director's face going pale looking at you. No. Not quite at you. Behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know he was behind you. And you swear you could feel his blood boil. The scent of whiskey and musk had your head spinning.

You act like you didn't notice, in an instant you excuse yourself to your dressing room, who was surprisingly big, btw. You could feel his eyes on you, following your smaller figure, wrapped in that tight as shit dress that barely covered anything.

You slam the door closed and curse to yourself, letting your body fall onto the sofa and closing your eyes. That was damn close. You could sense he was about to pounce on you. Probably to choke you to death or something. But how could an old man like him look so hot gross. You meant gross.

He had a fucking erection on set and didn't even bother to hide it. He looked even proud of it. And having it against your cheek in front of a camera really didn't made your day. You were lost in your thoughts and you didn't hear the footsteps walking towards your closed door. And you completely forgot to lock it.

You jumped on your seat, yelping at the sound of the door slamming shut, your eyes wide as they focus on the man standing in the centre of the room. Soldier motherfucking Boy was right there towering over you. That sure was intimidating, but so arousing at the same time.

Probably the whole set knew what was gonna happen the instant they saw him walking towards your room. Your throat felt dry. You kept on swallowing, but nothing worked; you opened your mouth to speak, but not a single sound came out of it.

He eyed you up and down. You probably were gripping your dress so hard your knuckles went white. He was still in his suit, but the helmet was gone, letting his wild, brown hair fell onto his forehead. "Cat, got your tongue?" His raspy voice blessed your ears as you shifted in your seat, shaking your head.

"You were so bold a couple of minutes ago. What'd you say again?" He walked closer, his tall figure hovering over yours. "Ah yes. You called me a grandpa." His voice lower as he now was mere inches from you. You kept looking away, trying not to focus onto his visible bulge, which was literally in front of your face.

You swallowed again, clearing your throat "Y-yeah I didn't mean it for real..." You stammered, focusing onto the floor now. Noticing his boots on each side of your little heels. You felt your legs weak. You don't think you could stand right now.

He raised an eyebrow, watching your smaller figure squirm in silence under his gaze. His rough hand grasp your chin sharply, turning it up to make you look up at him "You lie to me again imma fucking slam you to the wall understood?" He was pissed you could sense it. His gaze was harsh as he tightened his grip onto your face, squeezing your cheeks not so lightly.

You groan, knowing they'll leave a bruise. But the way he was looking down at you made a spark spread in your eyes. He must've noticed cause he smirked as he let go of your face. You massaged your poor cheeks, a tingling sensation where his fingers squeezed.

"I see what you are. You think I didn't notice the amount of times you look my way during every single break?" His hands get to work unzipping the costume letting his hard cock slap against his stomach. "Undressing me with those doll eyes." You weren't even listening at that point. Your head was dizzy with his heavy scent.

Your eyes fixated onto his erection, cock standing proud and leaking precum, angry tip almost begging for you to kiss on it. "Little whore, I knew I wasn't wrong about you." He chuckled to himself, his hand slid back onto your chin eyes roaming over your body.

"Suck."

You were brought back to reality hearing his request. No. It wasn't a request. It was an order. You didn't have much of a choice. But unlike your facade, you were for sure willing to do so. He stroked himself a couple of times while your brain was processing what was happening. He 'kindly' held his dick to your face, tip brushing onto your lips, leaving them glossy.

"C'mon, open up, sugar" he slightly presses onto the back of your head. You parted your lips, feeling him pushing himself into your mouth slowly but without any warning. He sighs in satisfaction while you find yourself holding to his thighs and choking onto his cock.

He looked down at you smiling "Oh I know that bratty mouth of yours can do better than this." You gasp, your throat was clenching around him as he pushed your head further, slowly and carefully. You let your jaw slack trying to accommodate his girth, tongue flattened as he shoved your head all the way to his crotch.

You fought your gag reflex as he bottomed out. Part of his lenght slid down your throat. Your nose brushed against his groin. "Oh fuck, that's right." He sighs throwing his head back. Tears prickled the sides of your eyes as he didn't even bother to move he just held you there. You tried to breathe through your nose, barely achieving the purpose.

He looked down at you, his hand onto your nape holding you still while you started to try and back away. "Not so cocky now, are we?" He held your hair in an arranged ponytail slowly, pulling you backwards, allowing you to take a breath before slamming his cock back into your warm cavern. Slowly thrusting to make sure you took him whole every single time.

Once he had enough he pulled your head away letting his cock slip out of your throat. You cough and suck in all the air you can, chest heaving with every breath. A string of saliva connected your lips to his tip, and you shamelessly groaned the view. His cock now glistening with your saliva, shimmering. You kind of missed the feeling of it down your throat already.

"Get up." Your legs moved on their own as you immediately stood in front of him. The authority in his voice makes you soak your panties even more than they already were. You desperately rubbed your thighs together. He lifted your chin, wiping the drip of saliva laying onto the corner of your lips. "So obedient when no one else is watching, huh? A fucking slut for me." He chuckles pushing his thumb past your lips.

You suck at his finger as if it was his cock, eyes fluttering slightly before he pulls his hand away. Soldier Boy pulls you flush against his body, you felt his hard cock against your stomach. He smiles, seeing the cock-drunk glance you gave him.

You yelp suddenly as he landed a slap onto your ass, the tingling feeling spreading as you were sure it was red all over. "Turn around, sweetheart." You face the couch now feeling his hand onto your back, lifting your dress slightly, before he decided to just rip it off.

Your arm moved to cover your breasts in reflex, which made him smirk wider. "How old did you say you were?" His voice deep and agaist the shell of your ear "22 sir." You manage to blurt out. He laughs, a rumble into his chest. "I could indeed be your grandfather." He lowly growled, his hand closes around your throat as you gasp.

"See? You're such a good girl, all wet and ready for me." He chuckles as his fingers play with the hem of your soaked panties before pulling them down. He positions a hand onto your back, pushing you forward, your hands stopping you from falling. You hold yourself up leaning to the headboard of the sofa.

He slightly kicked your legs, spreading them more. A blush spreading across your face as both his hands were onto your ass cheeks, spreading them, to allow himself to admire your glistening cunt, while you clenched under his gaze only. "Now, would you look at that." He groans at the sight. "Your pussy is begging me to split you in half"

You groaned, feeling his fingers ghost around your core and onto your clit. You buck your hips backwards, following his touch, which he quickly denies you. Teasing you and leaving you clenching around nothing "Such a needy whore" he murmurs smirking to himself before landing a firm slap onto your other ass cheek.

You squeal at the sudden tingling pain. His hand immediately rubs circles onto the red spot. You close your fists, squeezing the couch headboard. "What's wrong, old man? Can't find where to sink your cock into?" The words are full of need, you didn't even realize you've said them. You feel another spank, only this time it's directly onto your cunt making you cry out at the force, legs shivering.

He pushes your head onto the cushions, having your ass perfectly up in the air. He leans in, reaching close to your neck, his hard cock pressed against your thighs. "Oh darlin, I know exactly where to hit, don't you test me." He growls, getting back up and blowing onto your redden and swollen cunt. You hold back a moan as he does. He then grips your hips up and pulls them closer, he lines his cock up to your leaking hole, not wasting another instant he pushes inside you, barely half of it entering you.

He groans, feeling ur tightness, making it difficult to move, his hands rubbing your sides as he keeps pushing. "C'mon darlin relax, what are you a virgin?" He jokes, but as he can't manage to push further while you tense around him, and your little cries, he tilts your head back to face him. Your teary eyes meet his green irises. "Shit, you really are a virgin." He whispers, his hand slides between your legs as he leans over your back.

His fingers start to rub your clit causing your body to flinch against him, his other hand holding your hip against him. He kisses your neck and starts sucking onto your tender flesh. Your eyes flutter at the unexpected pleasure. As you finally start to loosen up around his cock, he starts to push inside you without stopping his moves onto your bud. His girth splitting you open, it felt so good, your cries slowly becoming shameless moans of his name.

He bottomed out, forming a bump onto your womb, your hand stroking it slightly. Your eyes roll back as he starts moving in and out of your soaked cunt, you moan loudly as his hips slam flush against yours. Your moans get whiny timing with his thrusts. He groans feeling your cunt clenching around him.

"Literal mentally a whore physically a virgin huh?" He chuckles holding your hips while you push back to meet his vigorous thrusts as your whimpers filled his ears. He kept his steady rhythm against your, making your body jolt forward every time his hips slammed against yours.

You felt heat pooling into your core as your cunt fluttered around his cock, you tightly gripped to the couch, burying your face into the cushion, your moans becoming high pitched "Ben I'm－" You feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he rolled his hips, his cock bruising your cervix deliciously.

"Yeah babe, cum for me, let go." With that you felt your overwhelming climax, you cum soaking his cock. He grunts, slamming against you as your velvety walls clench around him "F-fuck" You stutter as he keeps his hips snapping into yours, hitting deeper sliding with ease thanks to your juices.

Your moans become louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room while he grunts and groans against your skin "Fuck you're so damn tight." He groans as his thrusts start getting sloppy, you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. You feel yourself cumming again as he buries himself balls deep into you shifting a little upwards, the bulge forming onto your tummy. He finally feels his own orgasm approaching.

He pushes himself even deeper, bulging out onto your lower belly. After driving himself into you a couple more times he cums shooting thick ropes, painting your walls white, filling you to the brim "Oh fuck yes" he lowly grunts before pulling out watching your body tremble before falling onto the couch. He grinned at his nice work, having you full with his cum, some of it leaking out of your cunt.

He tucks himself back into the suit in a hurry. Much to your surprise, he's still pretty hard. He reaches to your body, you yelp as he picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder, spanking your tender flesh, he slowly walks out, frightening the director who was about to knock onto your door.

Your cunt on full view while he walked out. "S-Soldier Boy, we might need to do some more takes of the last sce-" the director started "No that's wrap. Send it away. I'll see you tomorrow." Soldier Boy interrupted him, walking towards his trailer with you hanging from his shoulder.

"Got more important things to do so piss off."

[whinypuppi]

i literally cannot stop thinking about big brother!satoru who'll do whatever he can to lure you, his sweet little sister in before pushing you away not long after. he'll intentionally let his hands linger on you for far too long, or brush his hands up against your thighs "accidentally," making sure he's subtle enough to keep your suspicions away, but to get you to have the fattest crush on him.

he'll pretend to be all innocent and whatnot when you in fact do end up crushing on your own brother, he'll ignore and being cruel towards you when he knew for sure that he had you wrapped around his finger. you were so easy to bend to his will and manipulate if he pleased, and just the thought of you at his mercy made him hard.

when you finally mustered up the courage to just...tell him, you were all blushy and stuttery, your face hot as if you had a fever, and your voice sounded shaky the entire time. just to mess with you, he even told you to speak up, wanting to just—really let it sink in that fucked-up head of his that his plan worked.

"i...um, said i like you, big brother...a whole lot," you mumbled, hardly louder than the first time, but it'd do. he knew he had to act surprised, pretend like all the things he did to you were unintentional.

"that so? sorry, sis, but i don't think i feel for you that way. that's kind of gross," he even added on, forcing himself to scowl and turn his nose up despite how giddy he felt inside.

when you started to cry and profoundly apologize, that's when he actually felt a little bad, but he still got some sick sense of enjoyment out of your suffering. he couldn't help that you looked so pretty when you cried!

"aw, c'mon, baby—i was just joking, hey, 's okay," he reassured you, rubbing your back while kissing your tears away. when you hugged him tightly, his erection throbbed in his pants, but you were too caught up in your own embarrassing feelings to care :((

don't worry—he wouldn't leave you hanging. he'd prove to you that he likes you too (totally not having been obsessed with you since you were both hardly teens). he'd fuck you until you can't see or think straight, mumbling sorries out that were hardly audible past your sweet babbles and cries, along with the squelching sounds of your cunt.

he'd do anything for you—even jump off a bridge if you asked. for the one who claims to have YOU in his grasp, he's totally whipped for you.

[mtheonott]

Life hack

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⌗ sfw, bondage, teasing, mention of an erection

word count: 536

note: SORRY. I study a lot. Don't unsubscribe from me, please.

Initially, you were going to check out a life hack about how easy it is to get out when your hands are tied. But something went wrong and now Theo is sitting in front of you with his bandage wrists behind his back. He couldn't get out, as shown in the video.

— Baby, untie me. — the guy asked tiredly, when once again he got confused in the instructions.

You grinned and shook your head negatively. Nott looked so vulnerable in that position.

— Wait, Theo, let me admire this wonderful view, — you said, smiling slyly.

You're leaning over him with your hands on the back of a chair. The guy looked at you in surprise, but didn't say anything, afraid to break your idea. You carefully sat on his lap, slightly shifting your hips, which caused him an instant reaction that could not be ignored.

— Listen, honey... can you let me go? — Theo was trying to come to a compromise, not wanting to be a victim in the hands of a little predator.

You giggled and ran your hands over his cheek. His rough features were always softer around you, but the tension in your presence was a novelty. Nott licked his lips, thinking that you were going to kiss him, but you stopped teasingly at his mouth and grinned.

— You're so helpless, Teddy. I really like it. — You whispered.

The guy snorted and couldn't stand your teasing, he bent down to cling to his beloved lips, but did not reach the goal, as you jumped back a little.

— Sunshine, baby, honey, stop teasing me, please. — Nott pleaded with you in a plaintive tone.

You bent down again and brushed your lips over his cheek, leaving small kisses. Theodore tilted his head back, enjoying the touch from his girlfriend. Your kisses touched his neck too. The guy let out a satisfied sigh. You raised your head again and kissed him anyway. Your desire was no less than his. He desperately wanted to touch you, pull you closer to him and crush you under him, but he couldn't do it. His arms tightened even more. At some point, the rope broke and fell to the ground, and Theodore's hands immediately grabbed your hips and carried you to the bed. He laid you on the bed and hovered over you, continuing to kiss you hungrily. When you couldn't breathe anymore, you reluctantly pulled away, smiling contentedly.

— You see, you did it. Although not as described in the instructions. — you said, with a little giggle.

— Little monster, get ready for revenge. — said the guy, looking at you with a menacing grin.

You let out a soft laugh again, trying to sound cheerful. Nott looked at you in surprise.

— Why are you laughing? — he asked blankly.

— It's just... you're so cute when you're tied up. I'll never forget about it, — you said with a grin, stroking his cheek.

He was only vulnerable for a while. But Theo is not the one who will be under someone. So get ready - someone will have to suffer from his sweet revenge for a long time.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Control

Player 001 x reader [SMUT]

Masterlist <- Comment on this post to be added to the tag list.

Note: This isn’t really cannon and doesn’t follow the series at all, I just thought it was good writing and couldn’t get past it. You guys were a normal couple, friends with Sang-Woo and Gi-hun. Just a normal un-squid gamed life.

Young il said he that grew up not getting enough attention. No one bothered to check on him, no one cared about whether he lived or died. Of course, the veteran police officer now spoke to people on a daily basis but, no one actually cared about him. Until, you came along. Your attention was his, and his alone. You gave him your lovings and undivided attention every day for hours on end.

He had gotten used to your 24/7 hour attention you guys met and began to love it. His addiction to your attention often bled through during the day when he felt lonely and cold while he was working.

"(Y/n), I'm home" he called as he walked in the door. Closing it behind him, he listened for your running footsteps and braced himself for when you threw yourself into his arms.

"(y/n), I'm home. Is there anything specific you'd like for dinner?" He called as walked into the kitchen, if you didn't run to him or respond, you were usually busy trying to quickly clean up the kitchen after a failed cooking experiment, or unpacking your bag from work.

The kitchen was untouched, clean, and empty. He wandered to the living room where he found you with your leg lazily thrown over the edge of the couch. Your arm behind your head, and the other arm holding your phone.

"(y/n)." He said surprised. "Didn't you hear me come in? I called for you. "He asked as he looked at you.

You looked up startled.

"Hey, baby" you say smiling. "I didn't hear you come in. What's for dinner? I am starving" you looked back down at your phone. He leaned over the couch and kissed your lips, softly biting your bottom one.

"I was thinking, since we’re having company, I make Candy Chicken (Korean Fried Chicken) " he says and walks away injured at your lack of love to him. He stood in the kitchen and began cooking. He glared at empty chair where you usually sat in and talked to him, asking about his day, telling him about yours. He turned off the stove and walked back to the living room.

"(y/n)? Would you mind paying a bit more attention to me?" He asks sweetly. You locked your phone and tossed it over your head.

"Oh? Is someone needy for loving?" you teased sitting up and kissing his lips, a distraught expression tainted his pretty face. "I'm only teasing love" you bit his ear.

"Yes, as a matter, I'd like some attention." He states as his composure slowly starts slipping as your hands drift around his body.

"How was your day?" you ask as you ran your hands down the front of his shirt. He took a gulp as you found them.

"I had a rather long and lonely day."He started as you bit his neck softly. "The first guy that came in today was so aggravating. I kept telling him to do something specific, and they iust wouldn't stop talking to do it."

He tensed up as your hands found the knot on his tie. You loosened it and started on his buttons. Finally reaching his belt, you dragged a small finger down to his zipper and got it undo. Touching him through his trousers.

"Keep going, baby. The man wouldn't stop talking in order for them to do what you wanted them to" You urged him on. His shirt was open, his tie was off, his zipper was down, what a beautiful picture. You managed to get him out of his boxers, fully erect and ready to be relieved.

"Keep talking" you say before dropping onto your knees.

"Well, the m-man- - don't stop" he groaned mid sentence, you had licked his tip, twirling your tongue around his dick. "Wouldn't stop! talking, and I needed the m-man to lay- I-i mean s-sit so th-that I could-- oh god (y/n)" he stopped talking and readjusted himself comfortably. Your head bobbed calmly as you sucked him off.

"I'm listening" you say as you brought your head up, to look at him. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back on the couch, arms open.

His eyes flickered open for a moment before his hand tangled in your hair pushing you back down.

"You're not finished, but I'm done talking" he says. You gagged as his cock roughly hit the back of your throat. Moaning, you sent vibrations down his cock. You quickly started moving your head at a faster pace.

"Good girl" he says in that voice that could make a girl squirt. His hips bucked roughly into your mouth Without warning, he sent a load down the back of your throat, an animalistic sound accompanying it.

"Someone's happy" you say as he smiled tiredly. "That sound is not your typical one" You rubbed his chest as you rearranged him.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. His eyes flew open as he jumped up. His shirt half tucked, hair all messy, and tie loosened, his zipper was still undone. "In Ho-"

"Hello, In Ho" Sang-Woo’s voice came through the door. "Did I inturuppt something?" He says as you came into view. "Hi (y/n)" In Ho looked behind himself.

"Come in, dinner isn't finished yet.” In Ho stepped aside, “Candy chicken”

He let them through the door.

"(Y/n), you've got something white on your face" Sang-Woo smirked walking past you. Gi-Hun gave you a sly look of knowing and greeted you, embracing you in hug. In Ho closed the door and wiped your face with his shirt. You gave him his jacket and helped dress him back normally.

"All hard again?" you tease as you pull up the zipper on his slacks.

"I've got to get more of type of attention, (y/n)" He says kissing your cheek and looking at himself in the glass.

"You've got a nice ass" He shot you a sharp look. "You look well put together. Let's go." You say quickly.

"Go change, you don’t have a bra on and I can see your nipples" he says smacking your ass as you ran to the stairs. You giggle as you shake your ass on your way up, intentionally teasing him.

You returned in decent clothes, engaging in conversation with Gi-Hun as Sang-Woo talked business with In Ho. You offered drinks and made sure the table was set before helping your husband bring the dishes to the table.

A number of empty, dirty dishes cluttered your kitchen counter, forgotten while you guys sat on your back patio, smoking cigarettes and drinking. Before Gi-Hun mentioned something odd.

“I got approached by a guy at the train station today, really weird encounter. He played Ddakji with me and gave me ₩100,000 every time I won” he spoke digging a business card out of his pocket before dropping it on the table that sat between you all.

Sang-Woo choked quietly as In Ho looked at them pointedly.

“He said there’s more games to play for even more money, just to called the number on the back of the card if I really wanted to join” Gi-Hun continued.

“Are you going to join?” Sang-Woo asked the question you were all thinking.

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@christinamadsen @sebbymybaby21

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Well.... looks like I screwed up a bit. Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a year, I know you were all super excited to see my journey in college and found my transition very inspiring! I wanted to make more trans girl thirst trap content, too of course..... But I made the mistake of going to university in Utah! Oops. First mistake, I didn't pack any of my medicine. I know, college trans girls' like number one accidental detrans mistake. But my mom always prepared my medicine so I never even thought twice after I got out to college and all my other routines were new, so I didn't notice! At first....

A month goes by and my cock is suddenly three inches longer and I get frequent, almost painful erections that I need to run off and deal with. I was actually doing what all these bat-shit insane grifters said we trans girls do, which was going into the girls' room to jerk off. Ughhh it was so embarrassing. Thank God the other girls understood when they heard me do it. But soon my voice started to crack and I got stubble. My roommate told me it looks like I'm detransing. I panicked and went to the student resource center to request my new meds.

They sat me down and told me hrt is banned in Utah for anyone under 25! I was totally floored. I asked if they could make an exception and they wrote me a script for testosterone, dick growth pills, and muscle building supplements. I told them there was no way I would take them, even though I was kinda intrigued, and my cock got hard when I read the scripts..... The doctor said I'd be dropped from the college insurance plan if I defied medical ordinance. Soooo long story short: I got detransed by my college. It actually hasn't been too bad. I've gotten like half my sorority pregnant, so that's fun. And they love to worship my cock now that it's over a foot long and as thick as my wrists used to be as a 'girl'.

My breasts completely deflated and shrank after a couple months on T and working out. I still wear cute tops but they're basically not even A-Cups or B-Cups. They're just pecks. My big, puffy, suckable nipples shrank back to a set of guys' nipples, showing what a silly illusion my big fat titties always were.... I'd say I'm getting them removed but they're already gone, honestly. A lot of my bone structure changed, but I'm still kinda pretty if I wear makeup and remember to shave. Not that I ever looked quite like a girl! As my family used to love reminding me as they encouraged my to attend college in Utah, that I don't really pass well and just look like a boy with boobs. I 100% agree and my doctor used to say the same thing before I moved here, that he doesn't think I look much like a girl at all! The doctor at the student resource center chuckled when I told him I was a trans girl and said he never would've guessed that I was supposed to be a girl!

Everyone's been so supportive since I started getting detransed by my college, almost nobody calls me she/her or tries to pretend I'm a girl, especially now that I sound like a boy, instead of just looking like one! My family is ecstatic that I'm getting detransed and couldn't be more thrilled. I still dress fem and allegedly I'm only allowed at the sorority because the college is loving how pregnant I'm keeping the girls there. But it looks like my days as a fakegirl are numbered! What should I do? Be a sissy femboy or just embrace being a guy? Grow out my beard? Keep bulking up? No more makeup, maybe I should even cut my hair finally. Thanks to my amazing family for encouraging me to come here, especially my awesome mom who 'forgot' to mention my meds, who got this awesome dentrans journey underway! Love you all, hopefully more fakegirls get sent here, spread the word! It'd be nice to watch more confused boys with fat breasts get injected with T and forced to get super muscular! ❤️"

[bloopitynoot]

Reading TGCF: Chapter Twenty-One

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

Ending my day with a rose, amaranth, and almond tea. I had to take this top down picture because it was so pretty!

I don't know how it is where you are, but it's cold as fuck here. We hit feels like -27 Celsius today and my god, my body was not ready. I have never been happier that I WFH tomorrow.

let's get into chapter 21:

Hua Cheng hitting eming hurt me lol. You can't blame this sweet little scimitar (okay you definitely can) but it does feel bad about Xie Lian p195

Feng Xin's biggest fear, oh no LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL I'm crying, this very queer man. shaken by the thought of a titty. pp196-197

Why am I kind of loving these two though. Feng Xin and Mu Qing are giving enemies to lovers or at the very least, enemies to friends. p198

"If you want to see me, it wont matter what you roll. I will appear" p198

I deeply hate the description that "fangxin lightly moaned in his grip" no thank you, I would like to return this description. p200

The STRESS I feel for this duel. p200

Yes! Saved by Ruoye! p201

Pls XD I am wheezing. I had to stop and read this to my partner with 0 context, "But Xie Lian didn't care whether he acted like a man or not. He'd cross-dressed before, and he'd hung the words 'I can't get erect' on his lips. Nothing could get him" p201

Jeeze. Lang qianqiu is having a full on crisis and xie lian is just laughing. I do want to know his side still though. It does feel suspicious as heck. p205

One thing I do love about this series are all the creative disguises. These little green ghoties are quite cute. p207

Poor guy. "I'm not good with combat" = Xie Lian's complex PTSD. p209

OOOP. This Green Ghost is absolutely fucked. The statue of Xie Lian was the final straw for this guy. Hua Cheng can not let the disrespect of his man go. p212

I repeat my thoughts from a previous chapter; Xie Lian really does know everyone; adding Qi Rong to this list. p213

AAAAAAAAAAAH. Evil Twin???? Qi Rong???? p222

The plot is twisting over here!

The drama is hot with this plot twist; an evil twin??? Is it coincidence?? Are they related? Who. is. the. father???

Let's go, I am ready for this.

[mat-of-superwholock]

heyheyhey! I've got another bad joke (for X-Men)

what does Magneto get when Charles does something hot?

An eriktion.

[belliesandburps]

Interactive - Favorite Burp Scenario

I need something to take my mind off the fact that we are home to the dumbest, most bigoted fucking assholes on this planet, and I feel like a lot of you probably feel the same way right now. So, how about another interactive game? Send me character requests via my askbox here and I will respond with my favorite burp scenario to imagine for them. (Note, ideally, keep it to characters I know or that you think I may know)

[ateezscupid]

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

stuck between sangi ♡ (warning: kind of dubcon. they're in an alleyway.)

"Look at our girl," Mingi purrs as he runs his hand up and down your arm. "So desperate for usm hm?"

"I know, right?" San chuckles, his fingers digging into your waist. "She can't resist our charm."

All you could do was whimper in response, gasping when San's lips found your neck and Mingi's hand slid up to cup your chin. They had you trapped between them, your heart hammering in your chest like it was trying to escape this dreadful situation. The smell of their cologne mingled with the stale air of the alley, making your stomach turn. You felt like a ragdoll in their hands as San pushed you up against Mingi's chest.

"S-San," you moaned, your voice shaky and pleading. "M-Mingi, please-"

"What? We're just getting started." Mingi's grin widens, showing his teeth. "Aren't you going to put up a fight?"

"I…" you could barely form a thought, let alone a coherent sentence. Panic had taken hold of you, and your legs felt like jelly. You looked back and forth between the two of them, your thighs rubbing together from fear. But, also arousal…? You didn't understand why your body was betraying you like this.

"You're probably already wet for us, right?" San whispered into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. His hand slid down from your waist, grabbing your hip with a firm grip.

"Cmon baby, can we see more of you?" Mingi mumbles, his eyes scanning your body greedily. Your heart races as his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, and you realize that your fear is mixing with an unexpected excitement. You try to push them away, but your body feels so heavy, so weak.

San pushes your shirt up, revealing the black lace bra underneath. He lets out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Look at those tits," he says, his voice thick with desire. You feel your face burn with humiliation as he reaches out to touch one of your breasts. Your hand flies up to cover it, but Mingi grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head.

San doesn't waste a second lifting your bra and putting your nipple in his mouth, a moan breaking free from your lips despite your efforts to hold back. The sensation is strange, a mix of fear and arousal that sends shockwaves through your body. You try to pull away, but Mingi's hand tightens around your wrist, his other hand sliding down to your thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing the fabric of your skirt. The touch sends a jolt of pleasure that you can't ignore, making you feel even more conflicted.

"You're rubbing your thighs together." Mingi whispers in your ear. "You're so pent up, hm? Maybe you want this as much as we do." His words make you feel dirty, but the heat pooling between your legs betrays your body's response. You squirm under their touch, trying to ignore the way your nipple hardens against San's tongue.

Your eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the sight of San's eager face as he latches onto your other nipple, teasing it with his tongue. The dual sensation of their hands on you sends your mind reeling, your body trembling as Mingi's hand slides up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your skirt aside to reveal the wetness of your panties. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, but the sound of their breathing, their harsh whispers in your ears, is all you can focus on.

Mingi pushes his arm in front of you, pushing his hand into your underwear. "Can I make you feel good, princess? Maybe ease some of that tension?" His voice is a seductive purr that sends a shiver down your spine, even though you know you should be scared, you're not. The panic is fading, replaced by a growing need that you've never felt before.

San releases your nipple with a pop, leaving it sensitive and erect. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You want this, don't you?" His voice is a gruff whisper, demanding an answer. But instead of responding, you find yourself nodding, your breathing hitching as Mingi's fingers trace the outline of your wetness.

"Good girl," Mingi murmurs, his touch growing bolder. He slips one digit inside you, and you can't help but gasp at the intrusion. It's not painful, but it's overwhelming. You've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, the feeling is quickly replaced by a building heat that starts in your core and spreads throughout your body.

"So wet," Mingi chuckles, his voice a low growl in your ear as he starts to move his finger in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, feeling your body start to respond despite your fear. San's hands slide down your body, pushing your skirt down to your ankles. You're now trapped, standing in the cold alley with your bare ass and pussy exposed to them, and somehow, it only makes you hotter.

"God, she's gorgeous." San says, his eyes feasting on your exposed body. His hand replaces Mingi's at your throat, his grip firm but not painful. "So, are you going to be a good little slut and let us have some fun?"

You nod again, your voice lost to the cacophony of emotions that flood through you. Mingi's finger moves faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing against the walls of your mind. San's grip on your throat tightens, a silent warning not to scream, but all you can manage is a series of whimpers that seem to only spur them on.

You struggle to hold your moans in, your thighs squeezing together as Mingi's finger pumps in and out of you. His back presses against your bare skin, adding to the mix of sensations. The fabric of your shirt is rough against your skin, and the stench of the dumpster behind you fills your nose, but all you can focus on is the heat building between your legs.

"O-Oh my god," you whimper as Mingi's finger slides in a second time, filling you up. His movements are deliberate and slow, as if savoring every twitch of your body. You feel San's hand move away from your throat to cup your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. They're dark with desire, and something else you can't quite place.

"Say you want my cock." San demanded, his eyes burning into yours, holding you captive as much as his grip on your chin. You felt a bead of sweat trickle down your back, but you couldn't deny the thrill that shot through you at his words. You felt your cheeks redden, and your voice came out in a breathless whisper,

"I-I want your… y-your cock." The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the way San's eyes lit up with victory. He let go of your chin, and his hand slid down to unbuckle his belt, the sound of his zipper echoing through the alley like a gunshot in the night.

Mingi removes his hand, moving to your breast again, squeezing gently as he kisses down your neck. You can feel San's hardness pressing against your stomach, and it's a stark reminder of what's about to happen. He tugs at the waistband of your underwear, and you lift your hips to allow him to slide them down your legs. The cool air of the alley hits your skin, sending goosebumps along your thighs as you step out of the fabric puddle at your feet.

"We're gonna treat you so good, baby."

[thedreadvampy]

my friend invited me to go with them to a show tonight

and the thing is it was not good. it was a cabaret with some amazing circus acts but each of them got like. 5-10 minute slots. and were interspersed with 20+ minutes EVERY TIME of some of the most tedious standup work I have ever seen from the MC and the same 5 physical comedy bits repeated ad nauseum. this guy literally did a Borat bit. in the year of our lord 2024. he sang 2 entire rounds of the Family Guy theme.

and it just KEPT GOING. it was meant to be a 90 minute show, which imo is already a slog for a show starting at 11:30PM but within the bounds of reasonable. it finished. at fucking 1:50 AM. ALMOST TWO AND A HALF HOURS OF THIS SHIT. and it did not help that the 5 bits were all of the 'OH NO SOMETHING HAS DISRUPTED THE SHOW' variety which is funny for a bit, less funny when you're literally 45 minutes past the end of your scheduled finish and still fucking going.

HOWEVER. what I did not realise was that this was in fact. my friend's favourite comedian. and if I had known this I might not have gathered up my stuff and walked out during the curtain call and probably would not have announced on the way out, 'that was the most tedious fucking thing I have ever endured.' and I almost certainly, when someone overheard me complaining about the length and tedium and said 'yeah it ran a bit long huh,' have replied, at the actual near-shouting top of my voice, "I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF."

I feel. bad for spoiling the show for them.

in my defence I have been very tired this week, I got home at 2:30 AM, and raked seating really hurts my hips so I was in agony by the end of the first hour. but mostly I'm just a bitch who loves to hate tbh.

[sysig]

Beautiful gilded cage for a beautiful gilded bird (Patreon)

[syluss-littlecrow]

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”