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sttoru · 1 year ago

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‘you finally got the results to your recent exams back — all which were passing grades. when breaking the happy news to your boyfriend, he comes up with a way to reward you for your hard work.’

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). fluff & smut. kinda porn with plot, kinda not. soft dom satoru; vanilla, praise, dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v -> unprotected, body worship kinda, spooning position, little bit of breast play, mention of premature ejaculation kinda, creampie, size difference, reader gets called ‘princess, baby, pretty, adorable’. reader wears a short skirt. not beta read because i’m tired.

“oh my god!” you almost drop your phone from the pure shock you just experienced. your hands shake as you look at the unexpected results reflected on the small screen.

satoru, who was minding his business in the kitchen, hurries into the bedroom the moment he hears your shriek. he was prepared to help you out with whatever had caused you to yell so loudly, though was surprisingly met with your beaming smile;

“oh, what got my princess so happy?” he asks with a grin of his own, stepping into the room. his gaze darts from the phone in your hand to your face and back again. satoru chuckles as you suddenly run up to hug him. he joyfully reincorporates the embrace; your happy mood being contagious.

you giggle and babble on about how you passed your two exams and how you ‘didn’t think you’d be able to attain such high grades’. your boyfriend hums and strokes your hair whilst you ramble, kissing the top of your head with a proud expression, “as expected of my smart little girl. i’m super proud of you.”

there goes the praise again — making your heart flutter in ways that no one else had done before. you sigh in content and bury your face into his chest. satoru pulls back after a moment, tenderly cupping your face so he could look into those pretty eyes of yours.

you’re his weakness. he knows you are — he’s always known you are, yet that adorable look on your face whenever you gaze up at him through your eyelashes never gets old.

that same look also makes him want to do unspeakable things to you; things that would have you crying from pure pleasure. you deserve to be shown what a true man would do for you out of love — what a true man like your lover would do to you for your own satisfaction and pleasure.

“i think my pretty girl deserves a reward for doing so well on her exams,” satoru whispers, slender fingers trailing from your jaw to your neck, brushing over your collar bone, “would you like that? a reward just f’you.”

you weren’t born yesterday. you knew exactly what he was indicating. you could tell by his loving yet lustful gaze, his fingers that sensually dragged along your skin and his tongue that darted out to subtly lick his lips. as if he was preparing to devour a five star meal.

which he was.

“f—ngh, satoru!”your legs were wrapped around his head, his mouth and tongue working their magic on your sopping cunt whilst his hands were holding you down by your hips. satoru hadn't wasted a single second after you agreed to his proposal. he instantly lifted your skirt up, pulled your panties down to your ankles and dived right between your legs.

your thighs were clamping down on his head—almost forcing him to continue pleasuring you. not that your lover minded; he'd gladly do this again and again if he could. satoru leaves sloppy kisses all over your pussy, drenching it in not only your own bodily fluids, but his own saliva as well.

“mm, a little needy, aren't ya?” he mutters whilst softly kissing up and down your slit. he was admiring both the sight and the noises — your back arching, hips stuttering and voice shaking with need. the older man certainly did enjoy the view of your cute little face contorting with pleasure each time the top of his tongue teased your clit, “yeah, c'mon - let me see your face while i eat you out.”

you hesitated, however eventually removed your hands that tried (and failed) to hide your flustered expression. satoru lets out an almost inaudible whine at the revelation; his cock begging to be freed from its confines. he wanted to fuck you into oblivion, but today was your day. he longed to satisfy your own desires first.

satoru was nasty with it too. the unmistakeable, erotic and wet noises of him slurping up your juices mingle with your moans and whines. the white locks of his hair brush against the insides of your thighs and right above your clit—tickling you in all the right ways and adding to the pleasure you were receiving.

“fuck,” the older man curses under his breath and the warmth against your pussy makes your lower body twitch. his big hands squeeze around your hips, silently warning you to stay still so he could properly enjoy you, “you're gonna make me cum before i can make you finish.”

his words were true. satoru could get off from simply watching and hearing his girl enjoy herself. he has no shame in admitting that fact; he can't help it when you’re this incredibly gorgeous. he grinds his crotch against the soft mattress whilst his mouth continues to eat you out in a painfully slow yet tender manner.

“t-toru, g'nna cum.” you whimper and try to grind your cunt against his tongue in search for that last push that would send you over the edge. your high-pitched voice sounding so extremely whiny sealed the deal for your boyfriend. he pulls his head away from your tingling cunt - which is a second away from reaching its orgasm - and sits up on his knees.

satoru smirks once he hears your mumbled complaints. one large hand settles on top of your head and gives your scalp a few relaxing rubs whilst the other hastily undoes the zipper of his pants. he tilts his head to the right, glancing down at your squirming form with a lopsided grin, “d’ya want another treat, princess?”

of course, you nod. you were aching for that release that'd been building up in your lower stomach— needing to reach that long awaited climax. your eyes follow satoru's movements as he pulls his pants down. again, as painfully slow as possible.

“just a nod? tha’s all i get?” your partner pouts, nonchalantly revealing his lengthy cock for you to feast your eyes upon. he sighs dramatically before trailing two slender fingers down to your cunt, gathering your slick and using it to coat his tip. the pre-cum mixes with your own fluids and the erotic sight makes your mouth water, “i know for sure that my smart little girl can use her big words to get what she wants — let me hear ‘em.”

whilst you gather your thoughts and words, satoru lays down behind you, helping your body onto its right side. you’re facing the wall and thus couldn’t see that cocky expression he had on. his arms pull your back flush against his chest, positioning your hips the right way and lifting one of your legs up properly.

“p-please, i need to have you inside me. can’t wait any longer, ‘toru.” you manage to beg in the end. the warmth radiating from your lover’s body from behind you only increases your sinful craving. he teases you by kissing your nape whilst his hands get rid of your top—fingers then immediately fondling your tits.

his husky voice whispers a 'good girl' in your ear and that’s all you got as an answer before you felt his cockhead prod at your entrance. satoru hisses at just the slightest of contact—not sure if he could last long this time. he feels like he will explode the moment his tip glides inside your gaping hole.

“so beautiful, can’t believe how lucky i got.” the white-haired man grunts as his lips refuse to leave your skin. from your neck to your shoulders and upper arms — he didn't leave a single inch uncovered. it was almost tortureous: the way he grinded his tip against your pussy as he touches the rest of your body with his hands and mouth.

you whine and rub your hips back in the same rhythm. you were indirectly begging him to put it in already and satoru took notice of it. since you had begged once before, he won't coax you into doing it again.

with a light moan, he slides his throbbing cock all the way up the tight space. the squeal you let out at the sensation of being stretched out to your maximum capacity, made satoru murmur a few more words of praise in your ear.

“you're doing so good - taking me so well,” his voice was smooth like honey, the same goes for his soft thrusts. the way your pussy grips onto his cock makes him see stars. your boyfriend never gets tired of making love to you because the hypnotising feeling of being inside you doesn't ever get old. it feels like the first time he had stuffed you full of his cock over and over again.

you were feeling light-headed by now; your eyes rolling back as your mouth formed an 'o'-shape—the cockdrunk look satoru loves to see on you. the squelshy 'flop flop flop' noises echo throughout the entire room with every deep thrust of his hips against the plump flesh of your ass.

satoru's long fingers go from playing with your nipples to groping your hips and ass. his eyes gaze downwards, watching as the fat of your bottom ripples after his pace quickens. you were trying your best to keep up, but the overstimulation of all your senses made it hard to match your movements to his.

“aht aht. you've worked hard enough on your exams already, princess. just lay back and allow me to do everything.” satoru (jokingly) scolds you. this was your reward and he didn't want you putting in any effort if your body couldn’t handle it. he wants you to relax like you deserve after a stressful period of exams and assignments. he’ll happily do all the work instead.

“oh, mmh! too good — fuck!” you mewl. your fingers curl around the bedsheets that moved back and forth with your bodies. a bigger hand settles on top of yours — intertwining your fingers and holding onto them tightly. you could feel satoru smiling against the skin of your shoulder as he kisses it, absolutely enjoying your little reactions to his thrusts.

“yeah? am i doing well?” he asks in a teasing tone. he didn’t have to ask that question; he knows he’s doing well judging purely by your bodily reactions. your back arches and your limbs shake uncontrollably, “am i pleasing my baby well enough?”

you can only moan out a couple ‘yes’’s, but that is enough of a confirmation. the older man is on cloud nine as he drags his thick cock in and out of your desperate cunt. every time he pulls out he can feel your pussy try to swallow him back in — it drove him nuts.

“i love how you look whilst i stuff you full of my cock. so innocent, yet so.. lewd at the same time.” satoru comments through another groan, the hand on your hip holding your body still so he could fuck his dick deeper into you. the tip of his cock nearly reaches your cervix due to the angles he uses to move inside you.

your long-awaited and much deserved orgasm was right around the corner. your moans increase in frequency and volume which was enough of a sign for satoru to increase the pleasure. his fingers trail down your hips and to the center between your open legs—thumb putting pressure on your clit.

the extra stimulation has got you biting into the pillow beneath your head, your lower body writhing around as your lover rubs the small bundle of nerves in circles and from side to side. his hand moves fast—its mission being to help you reach that intense orgasm you were chasing after.

satoru is feeling it himself as well. his cock aches and twitches as it gets ready to drain its balls inside your pussy, “cum with me baby—fuck—cum on my cock whilst i dump my load all the way into your tight little cunt.”

that was all the encouragement you needed. your eyes roll back and your body convulses as the waves of pleasure come crashing down all at once. you could feel satoru’s hips desperately push against your ass, filling you completely with both his dick and hot spurts of cum. you could feel the warm essence leavings its evidence in your womb.

the bedsheets underneath your two bodies was drenched in your slick after you calmed down a bit. your boyfriend continues to place comforting kisses all over your naked body, trying to show his appreciation for you in all the ways he could.

“you did so well. you deserved this, princess.” satoru utters softly, the hair clinging onto his forehead. he gently pulls his soft cock out after a minute of making sure that every drop of his cum stayed inside of your cunt. he loves the feeling of fulfilment that it gives him — loves the fact that he filled his girl to the brim.

you smile weakly. you were fucked out: completely and utterly. it felt good and you were satisfied with your reward. it even gave you enough motivation to do well on future exams, “thanks, ‘toru. ‘m feeling sleepy though.”

satoru snickers. you were always so adorable and vulnerable around him after the two of you partake in such activities. he loves it and it makes him want to take care of you.

“you deserve plenty of rest, so go ahead.” your lover smiles gently, kissing the top of your head after you close your eyes. one of his hands hold yours whilst the other rubs your side soothingly, “i won't leave. i'll stay right here with you whilst you sleep. i promise."

satoru knew you needed to hear those words in your vulnerable state. and surely enough, you smile once more and nod. your body falls asleep the moment his strong arms pull you into a loving hug.

his lips attach to your ear in the form a chaste peck. his smooth voice was the last thing you heard as you faded into an unconscious state;

“i love you so much.”

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holybibly · 2 months ago

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Warnings: NSFW link in text / food play

Unholy thoughts of the day, my sweet bunnies: Inspired by a random NSFW video seen on Twitter, Seonghwa asks you to do something special for him tonight when you both are video chatting, which is fucking your pretty, pink cunt with a sweet and sticky strawberry lollipop.

It was something that Seonghwa had been dreaming about for a long time, but he had never dared to ask you to do it for him. But he could no longer resist his desires when yet another video of a girl fondling her pussy with a sweet, shiny lollipop appeared on his feed. His voice was so soft and velvety as he shyly asked you to show him how you fuck your sweet wet pussy. At first you were even surprised by his shyness as this was something you and Hwa had done more than once or twice, but when he added " with a lollipop" barely a breath, you could understand the reason for his behaviour.

At first you didn't quite understand how to do it. But after a few ( 1 / 2 ) videos Hwa sent you, you knew exactly what he wanted you to do.

Seonghwa moans softly as he strokes his big cock and watches as you slowly slide the bright red strawberry lolly between the wet and sticky folds of your aroused pussy. His tongue darts out to hungrily lick his sensual, plump lips as he watches your labia lewdly parting around the lollipop, allowing it to slide deeper into your cunt before you run it up your slit, and tapping it weakly against your swollen clit.

"Oh, Fuck." He runs the pad of his thumb over the swollen, leaking head of his cock, biting his bottom lip to muffle his pathetic whimpers. Especially when you pull the lollipop away from your pussy and show him the long, shiny strands of your sweet goo left behind.

"I bet you wish you were between my legs at the moment." You want to sound cocky, but the thought of Hwa's long tongue wriggling in your pussy and fucking your hole makes you moan and whine. All you do is stroke yourself with the lollipop and you're already such a fucking mess.

"You have no idea how badly I want to do this, my angel. So fucking badly." His hand slides along the wet, thick length and he licks his lips again, like a cat looking at thick cream. "Come closer, love. I want to see all of you." He whispers as he unconsciously moves closer to the screen of the laptop.

You do as you're told and when your cunt is almost in front of the camera, you finally insert the lollipop into your tight, slippery hole. Seonghwa has to bite the hem of his black tank top to muffle his loud howl at the sight of your pussy greedily swallowing the smooth roundness of the lollipop. You moan, slowly fucking yourself with the candy before slowly pulling the strawberry treat out. The soft edges of your hole lick the glossy, sweet surface and when the lollipop is completely out of you with a wet, squelching "pop", Seonghwa squeezes the base of his cock roughly to keep from coming on the spot at the sight of the stream of mucus flowing out of your hole, which you collect on the lollipop and bring to your mouth to lick it all off.

"I hope you're going to be here with me next time, baby, so we can clean up that lollipop together."

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spiceofvy · 7 months ago

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heeeeyyyyy, is it possible to have a...wait let me do a coin toss first-heads(landed on my breast, hilarious) okay, favorite places for Stray Kids to smooch reader. Every body part is on the table. I'm thinking, gender neutral. Tender loving affectionate affection, ya know?

Thank you for your time✌️

SKZ - Favorite place to kiss you

cw: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, one sensual innuendo (changbin)

Chan: Hands/Fingers. Loves when you sit next to him in the studio while he's working, so he can just take your hand whenever he wants and press a soft kiss to it whenever he feels like it. Without looking away from his screen. Also likes to just quickly peck the back of your hand when you are out in public. Kisses each finger one by one at night in bed whispering sweet nothings.

Minho: Nape/Shoulders. He just loves hugging you from behind and being your big spoon. So it only makes sense that he loves pressing kisses on your shoulders. It's also pretty subtle, he can simply stand behind you, his hands on your waist, holding you softly. Whispering kisses into your nape, and watching you get flustered. Laughs loudly when you call him out for it and acts like nothing happened.

Changbin: Stomach. Not even in a sexual way though he definitely gives your stomach a lot of love before going lower but just in the most fluffy lovey way. His favorite way of cuddling you is laying his head on your stomach, so he has an easy time just turning his head and kissing your soft skin. Sometimes randomly starts tickling you when he feels like it. Play with his hair when he lays his head on your stomach and he turns to mush.

Hyunjin: Lips. He is just a romantic at heart and nothing means more to him than a kiss on the mouth. It is just the number one most romantic kind of affection to him. He just loves it so much. And honestly? He is really good at it, and kissing him just feels really really good. Sometimes he gets a little bit shy afterwards and giggles softly as he looks into your eyes. He's totally smitten.

Jisung: Your whole face. Leaving stray kisses all over your face is his favorite activity like ever. Of all times. He holds your face tightly, maybe squishing your cheeks a little bit, and just kisses you again and again. Your forehead, your nose, your lips, your eyelids everywhere. He giggles between each kiss, like it's the time of his life, probably because it is. Late at night, he pairs those kisses with sweet little compliments and pet names. Maybe licks your cheeks sometimes if he feels like teasing you.

Felix: Everywhere. This man loves every inch of your body. He doesn‘t discriminate between one part to another. He just needs to kiss you. Now. And he takes whatever he can get from you, just what is closest to you. He also doesn‘t care if he is in public, as long as you feel comfortable with his affection he will give it to you. Would kiss the back of your knee if that's what is the closest to his lips.

Seungmin: Neck/Jaw. It is just a soft little thing he enjoys doing. When he cuddles up to you his lips almost automatically find your jaw and neck. He just feels so close to you when he gets to hide his face in your neck. Don‘t tell anyone, he will say that you are a dirty liar even if you tell the truth. Whispers little I love you, half believing that you can't hear him. Sometimes he feels cocky and gives you a hickey out of nowhere.

Jeongin: Forehead. Giving as well as receiving. To him, it just feels like such an intimate sign of affection. And it can be casual too. Just a quick peck on the forehead before he leaves you to go to a schedule or when you meet him for a date. Softly lays his hands on your shoulders pulling you to him. Turns into mush when you return the forehead kiss. Always closes his eyes too.

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minminbunny · 3 months ago

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Stalker X Stalker AU - Photograph Lurker! Hwang Hyunjin/Monster Lover Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

*dead dove do not eat, very dubious consent/pussy_cock_rim pump

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"I look crusty," you grumbled, turning on the filter. 'Snap' a picture was taken. It was cute. A cheeky duck face with the view of the window behind you. "Pretty," you thought, staring at the picture a bit longer. Your fingers grazed the window at the lurking figure at the edge. You wouldn't have noticed it if you weren't editing that one fine day, but since then, it has always attracted your gaze.

You licked your lips and took another photo, a casually up view with your lashes batting on the screen. You knew the figure could see the exact pose you were making, you wanted them to see. You sighed, wishing they'd be bolder, maybe show you a glimpse of their face but you knew that wouldn't happen. You lay in your bed, chest raising and falling at a languid pace, you wanted them to keep staring, keep watching your body.

One that you used to avoid looking at in the mirror until their presence made you feel wanted. You didn't care who they were or what they were. They could be a shadow soul, a perverted virgin ghost and you wouldn't give a fuck. You grazed between your inner thighs, purposefully sending shivers down your spine, you wanted them to know that your body was quivering for them.

Hyunjin gulped, watching your sensual grazes. In his eyes, you were an angel. Pure and devoid of all lust. In his mind, you're his little highness. A muse so regal that he wouldn't dare to breathe in the same air as you. He bit his lower lip, wanting to worship your body within his palm. Wanting to slick your skin in balm just to watch it glisten under the lights. His cock grew hard but he dared not touch it, his pleasures can only come from you.

An orgasm so pent up that he knew it was bound to break, but today is not that day. He can control his desires. You sighed, getting off the bed to switch off your lights. "For shame," you murmured, wishing the figure would just come in and rail you like in your fantasies. You have always had a niche for horror. Instead of fearing the monsters, you always wondered why the directors gave them a long tongue if not for eating someone out.

Plasmic ghouls, demonic tendrils, a dragon, or even Scylla from the Greek mythos. The rosters of monsters you'd easily give consent to are concerning. However, you're couldn't help but feel aroused. Imagine a monster beneath your bed, slithering up to consume your leaky slick or maybe a monster with the urge to breed your stomach full with offspring. It was endless and alluring. You burrowed your face into your pillow, clutching a plush between your arms as your mind filled with erotic wet dreams.

"I'm doing it," you huffed, grabbing your Polaroid camera. Today was the day you wanted to see if you could lure the figure closer to you. You stuffed your journal into your bag, pens, stickers, and glue all packed up for your little escapee. Hyunjin watched you leave the house, his eyebrow furrowed at your enthusiasm, "Are they meeting someone?" He murmured, following close behind them.

Hyunjin tied his hair back, his stray bangs framing his face perfectly. It was odd to imagine a man like him being a stalker but if you knew his story, you'd think otherwise. Hyunjin sighed, popping a strip of gum between his lips, "My angel, why do you keep me on my toes?" He chuckled, watching you go around and take pictures. He knew he'd be in some of them by coincidence, but he couldn't help but be proud whenever you would snap a picture with him directly behind you.

'Holy fuck, he's hot,' you thought, staring at the person behind you in the photos. Hyunjin looked nonchalant, his expression icy and cold but warmth instantly tingled between your thighs. You bounced on your heels, keeping the photos in your bag as you found a bench to rest. You looked around you and saw no one, you were sure that your privacy was secure when you opened your journal and started to decorate it.

Messy kiss marks, harsh scribbling of hearts as you portrayed your desperation onto the paper. Hyunjin stood behind you, his gaze glued to the back of your head. You continued your little scrapbooking before picking a flower by the side of the bench. "He loves me," you whispered, tugging off the first flower. "He loves me not," you said, tugging off the next. Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, 'Who's he? Do they have a crush on someone?' He thought, anger filling his senses at the thought of another person touching your skin.

Marking your flesh, he couldn't have that. You're his. "He loves me," you said, tugging off another petal. There were only 4 more petals left. You tug off another, and another and another until you reach the last petal, "He loves me," you giggled, taping the exact petal into your journal. Hyunjin clenched his jaw, his eyes empty and cold.

You held up and took a photo, you made a little heart shape when the camera took a loud 'Snap'. When the film was developed, you stared at it only to see the figure standing right behind you and his hands barely managed to wrap around your neck. Just as you were to turn around, Hyunjin covered your mouth, his palm laced with ground up sleeping pills. It didn't take long for the drugs to work and all you had to do was wake up.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

Pleasure coated your body the moment you grew conscious, your cunt felt full and tight, "What's happening?" You moaned, stirring awake. Hyunjin sat by the edge of the bed, your lower half bare to the chilling air, "Did you rest well, angel? I wanted to prepare your body for what's to come," he said, grazing your inner thighs. You stared between your legs only to see a toy you've never seen before.

Your cunt was so puffy and swollen that you almost didn't recognise it. Hyunjin grazed the pump, "This will make you sensitive, my angel," he said, staring up at you with a twisted grin. You arched your back, feeling the searing warmth of your cunt against your skin. It was wet, dripping and moist. You bit your bottom lip, "Are you the one who's been watching me?" You whispered, digging your nails into the sheets.

Hyunjin nodded, squeezing the pump in his hands, "You're such a beautiful person. The way you behave and smile and talk drives me insane. Everything about you drives me inside," he chuckled, gently kissing your thighs You clenched around nothing, your cunt plump to the brink of the pump, "Did you read my journal?" You asked, seeing the book wide open behind him.

He nodded his head, "My delusions crashed when I read it. My sweet little angel was so filthy. So deranged and corrupted. It was upsetting that I wasn't the focal of your desires until I flipped through more and saw picture after picture of a heart surrounding my figure. You wanted this, didn't you? I know you did. Your thoughts bled through the pages of that journal, angel," he chuckled, licking your inner thighs.

You mewled, gripping the sheets below, "Yes, I have. I craved you, sir. Please, break my mind?" You whimpered, your body tingling with pleasure you've never experienced before. Hyunjin moaned, "With pleasure," he said, his voice deep and primal.

"Fuck, hah, ah!" You screamed, the pump drove your sensitivity to the max with each thrust of his cock pounding your ribbed inner walls. You screamed into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back as you drew blood. Hyunjin hissed, your plump flesh engulfing his cock with a warmth he has never felt before. Your body quivered, mind barely coherent to think of anything else except the need to climax.

Hyunjin lifted your legs, forcing your body into a mating press as he drilled his hot veiny cock deeper and deeper within your gushing hole. Drool and tears coated your face so much that you couldn't tell the difference. Hyunjin growled, licking up your cheek in a sick desire, "Clench harder, angel. Don't hold back," he groaned, using his weight to thrust rougher at a merciless pace.

You screamed, clawing his torso as your body spasmed an orgasm. Hyunjin whimpered, biting his bottom lip so hard a trickle of blood dripped down his chin, "So tight, too tight," he gasped, holding back his pent up orgasm just to see you squirt. You sobbed out babbles of cries when he picked up the pace, utterly ruining your body and mind with the sheer need to claim you.

To etch this memory so deep in your head that you wouldn't to fuck any other monster that isn't himself. "Cum, cum, cum," he groaned, rubbing your plump clit in tandem with his through thrusts. Your jaw slacked into a silent wail as you squirted all over his lower half and yours. Hyunjin growled, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs when his orgasm snapped within you.

Painting your ribbed walls with a thick heavy load of semen. Minutes go by and his cock was still pumping your canal full. A small bulge appeared beneath your belly button. A permanent claim over your body made his cock twitch in delight. You laid there and were satisfied with your sick fantasies coming true.

AMAB

Pleasure coated your body the moment you grew conscious, your rim and cock felt full and tight, "What's happening?" You moaned, stirring awake. Hyunjin sat by the edge of the bed, your lower half bare to the chilling air, "Did you rest well, angel? I wanted to prepare your body for what's to come," he said, grazing your inner thighs. You stared between your legs only to see a toy you've never seen before.

Your rim and cock were so puffy and swollen that you almost didn't recognise it. Hyunjin grazed the pump, "This will make you sensitive, my angel," he said, staring up at you with a twisted grin. You arched your back, feeling the searing warmth of your rim and cock against your skin. It was wet, dripping and moist. You bit your bottom lip, "Are you the one who's been watching me?" You whispered, digging your nails into the sheets.

Hyunjin nodded, squeezing the pump in his hands, "You're such a beautiful person. The way you behave and smile and talk drives me insane. Everything about you drives me inside," he chuckled, gently kissing your thighs You clenched around nothing, your rim and cock plump to the brink of the pump, "Did you read my journal?" You asked, seeing the book wide open behind him.

To etch this memory so deep in your head that you wouldn't to fuck any other monster that isn't himself. "Cum, cum, cum," he groaned, rubbing your plump cockhead in tandem with his through thrusts. Your jaw slacked into a silent wail as you squirted all over his lower half and yours. Hyunjin growled, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs when his orgasm snapped within you.

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sink-me-in-your-ocean · 1 year ago

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𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 III

What would it be like to sext/send nudes to the Ghouls and Papa Copia?

Prompt by the magnanimous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Count on this man to ruin the mood, not by his own accord (although he does get flustered)

It’s because of him misspelling things/not knowing how to work a phone

It barely matters though when you’ve got him hot and bothered and you know he’ll be thinking of you all day

You sent him a photo of your juicy thighs, pressed together from your seated position. Your garter belt just barely peeking out from underneath your short skirt.

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶

Ducking, my heart?

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

I’m fucking crying 😂

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎?

(You can practically hear him cursing in Italian, getting mad at the stupid phone.)

I’ll come by later to teach you how to fix autocorrect

𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

Swiss:

If you send Swiss a nude just know he’s smiling devilishly

Tries to lick his phone/bite his phone

Just feral things

Wishes he could climb inside his phone and kiss the pixels of your body

He immediately goes wherever he can and strips down to send you an equally racy reply

You almost drop your phone at his response. There’s Swiss in all his naked glory, standing proudly in a mirror. Fuuuuck.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

You didn’t give me any warning! Someone could have been looking over my shoulder!

If they were I’m sure they would also like what they saw

You’re incorrigible

Idk what that means But I’ll take it as a compliment 😏

🙄 ... What are you doing right now? I need to see you

I’m getting ready for a ritual now but if we make it fast…

Say less 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️

Phantom:

His reaction to receiving a nude from you is best described in two words:

Cartoon character

His eyes are bugging out and his heart is beating out of his chest

He practically drops his phone upon seeing the explicit photo you sent

I think I'm having a heart attack

Surprise 😽 did you like it?

When he doesn't reply, you actually get a little anxious (like, did he actually die?), but then it sounds like someone slams into your door and you about jump out of your skin.

You wrap your silk robe around yourself, barely getting it tied to answer the rabid banging at the door.

“Phantom! You’re all sweaty! Wait, did you run here?”

“Couldn’t. Stop.” He wheezes, “Had. To. See. You.” He collapses in a heap on the floor.

“Well you didn’t have to sprint here!”

He is still panting minutes later before he composes himself and grins up at you wickedly, “And you, vixen, didn’t have to send me photos of you naked, but here we are.”

You've got a long night ahead of you.

Sodo/Dewdrop:

You didn’t think much of the picture you took

It was provocative, sure, but not explicit

Dewdrop thinks differently though

He’s a sucker for a tease

Boy is off his leash going feral

Got any more? 🔥

You want more?

Fuck, yes

You send him another picture, this one showing more of your soft skin than the last.

Fuck me

When and where?

All day and I don't care

Bet

He pings your location, he’s on his way.

Rain:

You send him a text and a photo of yourself to accompany it

Rain’s phone is a lil slow though, so he only sees your text first

It’s not his fault

But it is his fault that he refuses to upgrade his phone...

I need your help, I fell out of my clothes 😏

Your phone screen lights up. Rain is calling.

You answer in a sensual voice, “Rain? Like what you s-?”

He interrupts you immediately, “You fell?!? Are you okay?!”

“Wait, what?”

He yells again, “Your text!!”

“Oh,” You pause, looking down at your message, “The photo I sent, did you get that?”

“Why would you send me a photo if you fell?”

An exasperated sigh escapes you, “Just wait.”

His phone pings, the picture message coming through finally. He sees a sultry photo of you, bare, in front of the mirror in your bedroom.

“Rain? Are you there?”

He spoke again after a moment, his voice about an octave lower, “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

Mountain:

He does not text

Like, barely at all if he can help it

If you want to discover his weakness though, just send him a suggestive photo

This ghoul will wax poetic about your body all night long

Unless he's tired of course

Hi you

Hi I’m so sleepy

I’ve got something that will keep you awake if you want

Oh?

You send him a suggestive photo of you in bed, the sheet pulled up just barely covering your body and showing plenty of skin.

Fucking hell

Yeah? What would you want to do if you were here?

…

The chat bubbles sit there for about ten minutes before you get antsy.

Mountain?

You send him a meme from SpongeBob: “One Eternity Later”. Still no reply.

I stg if you fell asleep…

The next morning you wake up to a text from him apologizing for falling asleep. A second message says that he isn’t going to tell you what he would do to you, that he’d rather show you instead.

Cirrus:

You didn’t give her any warning, you were just feeling yourself so you sent a little slightly nude photo

Cirrus doesn’t have her phone on her though, it’s in her bag

The kicker? She and Cumulus have the same phone, down to identical phone cases which were gifts from Aurora

Better not open your phone in public while waiting for her to reply

She will always have to one-up you

Cirrus’ phone buzzes, but she ignores it.

Cumulus holds it up because she thinks it's hers and reads the lock screen, “Cir - your ‘Midnight Snack’ sent you a photo message.”

“Could you open it and see what’s up?”

“Sure.” Cumulus pauses, clearing her throat, “Get over here, you’ll want to see this.”

“What could it possibly be -” Her eyes widened into saucers. "That little -"

"Are you going to reply?"

"Yes," Cirrus says confidently, "and you're going to take a photo of me to send back."

There is one thing for certain: her "Midnight Snack" is getting a treat tonight.

Cumulus:

She carries her phone around of photo opportunities and to spam the group chat with memes only

You can send her a naughty pic if you want

But it’ll take hours for her reply

She will make the wait well worth your while

You send Cumulus about 20 or so texts before she finally replies to you.

She doesn't read anything, just sees the picture.

Look at you

It's about time!

You look good enough to eat

The moment is over, been over for hours Unless...

You're in luck, little temptress, because we're in different time zones So the moment is just starting for me

You play along, especially when she sends you a photo to up the stakes that has you falling to your knees.

Aurora/Sunshine:

Solely communicates via Snapchat, so it’s easy to get a little spicy

She doesn’t get what you’re trying to do though, at first

Once she catches on, all bets are off

What are you doing right now?

The photo you send is slightly on the sultry side, your hair looking mussed, and your top undone a few buttons.

She sent you a picture back of her wide grin with the line:

Just shopping! I wanted to get some ribbons for my mic stand 😁

Well what are you wearing?

Her next picture is from someone else’s POV of her body, she’s standing in a cutesy way in corduroy overalls with her arms crossed.

Idk what this human outfit is called It combines pants and a top and I love it!

You smile at your phone, she’s so fucking adorable. You reply with a chat:

It’s called a jumpsuit, my sweet ❤️

Yes, that’s it! Cumulus says your first message was “sexting”??

Your face turns red and she sends another chat message in rapid succession.

I’ll be there after I check out! Don’t unbutton any more of that top! 🍽️

They're all truly living rent free in my brain rn

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Who We Are | dofp!Logan x mutant!fem!OC

summary: "What am I, Logan?" Swallowing, "What is this?" And she knows what she is, subliminally.

warnings: angst, brief mentions of PTSD, trauma, mutant!fem!OC

a/n: i should be working on Toy Soldiers and my next series chapter. i really should be. but this came to me this week while at my new job, in my new office, and honestly i'm due for my period so i'm deep into feelings. enjoy this if that's possible. based on concepts i have for my Mare & the Wolverine series, e.g., fem!OC acquires Logan's genetics through Weapon X experimentation. i envisioned DOFP Logan for this but have no idea how it would fit into the timeline.

“Got someone here to see ya, dearie.”

Eyes don’t flick up from the tablet resting face up on the desk, screen illuminated bright with open email and Outlook scheduling only slightly overtaken with Microsoft Teams messaging. A milkwhite pen lazily spins through fingers riddled with turquoise and sterling. Untouched, stale coffee takes up precious desk space in a slightly dented, fading Yeti.

When movement from the doorway doesn’t come, sapphire eyes lift from the wash of blue light. Gaze flicking to the calendar illuminated on the desktop, the office chair rolls lazily away from the desk, toes slipping back into formerly abandoned high heels.

“I don’t have anything scheduled,” elbow finding the chair’s arm, her fingers knead into the flesh along her temple, “you sure they’re here for me?”

“Says he wants to talk to you about some volunteer opportunities,” sleek, silver hair spins around the older woman’s finger, glasses low on her nose only a moment as she lifts a knuckle to lift them, “you want me to chase him off?”

Can’t really argue with work opportunities. “Send him in. Call me in fifteen minutes with an emergency.” Tapping her wristwatch, her brow pops, colleague sent away with a uh, huh sure nod following.

Head canting to the side, she pops from her chair. Stretches her neck. Toes curl inside her heels, against worn once-padded soles eaten away under sweat and miles. Pain ricochets off the heaviness of her skeleton, sending hot licks of pain up her spine. Knocks off the base of her neck like a firecracker. Bones in the back of her hand burn, acidic pain stabbing between knuckles not unfamiliar. A glance down at the thin skin at the back of her hand stirs subconscious magma, stoning in a way she can’t quite swallow.

Sahara heat in the heat of her throat empties into the open air of her gut, and she rousts her tongue against her back molars. Hopes it’ll resolve—it doesn’t. Grabs for a drink of lukewarm coffee. Nada. Zilch.

Damn. “You decent, honey?”

A wry twist of her lips. “Sure,” she waves a hand forward. “Send ‘im in, Donna.”

Turning to retrieve that favorite milkwhite pen she’d discarded off to the side of her keyboard, she spins it through her fingers again. Checks emails, eyeballing the front desk associate from a grim, corner-eye peer.

Donna, bless her soul, nods. Leans back out the door, on her broken-ankle-waiting-to-happen heels that are as pink as they are dangerous for a lass her age. Waves the happy little accident forward with a flick of her near-translucent, arthritic fingers. Bangle bracelets tink as she shuffle dances with the stranger past the door.

Eyes turned down to the keyboard, she entirely misses the figure taking up her doorway. An onslaught of cologne hits her nose like a landing strip, an assault that rips open the void of her memories like an untapped dam—her pupils blow wide. Alarm kicks her heart forward against the sledge of her ribs, she swears to God she can feel cardiac tissue bruise. Animalistic fear swipes at her stomach, tearing it open like it’s ribbons of rare prime rib. Acidic contents of her stomach splash up on her tongue, but instinct makes her swallow it back down the hatch, burying the primal instinct to run.

Couldn’t miss that slick, sensual heat barraging into the room like a battering ram for anything. There was only one man in her world she’d known to smoke contraband cigars of such a sickeningly smoky, thick caliber—one man that could leave her so disarmed, distempered. In shambles.

Logan.

Her sapphire eyes flick over to icy, venomous in all of a heartbeat—she can feel them. Tracking him not unlike a predator cornering prey, she pops tall. Chair rolls back all too hard, with purpose. Bounces off the wall.

Rolled away, her tether to anything pumping daylight between them suddenly vamoose.

Fear licks at her spine like it’s a frickin’ lollipop. It isn’t terrorized fear—it’s that special kind of fear, the one that burns. The one that haunts and visits young. Simmers low. Eats away like corrosion—the fear of not what he’s done to her, anatomically. Never. Logan is many things, but not abusive. Not mentioning—these adamantium bones, these that build out her frame, rattle cold even mere inches from the sun? His curse, wrapped up inside her?

She barely remembered fear anymore.

This instead, it’s— a tender fear of what’s been dangled, shattered. Devastated. Buried six feet so far under it’s been feasted on by worms and twisting, cold fingers of the underworld. More pain, more emotional damage. More visceral, brutish damage than what’s already been done.

Knowing he can feel her heartbeat even across the floor space, she wills her heart to slow down—the small corner of it she can control when he’s anywhere in territory. Strange way over her, he has—had always. From the first day meeting him, signing her name on the proverbial dotted line of the pinkslip that is knowing Logan, he’d enraptured her. Captivated her. Took hostage parts of her she didn’t know were up for discussion. Knowing her inside and out wasn’t enough, even if it’s a literal statement—he’d seen her in ways that could make him a priest, counted her sins splayed across the altar of time.

Devil’s advocate, always. He’d promised to never do the very things he’d deny to God.

And it's cardinal sin, the way he looks at her. Mortal how he ravages her without even batting an eye, expressionless and unreadable like dark midnight. Venial—she can feel him even with five feet of daylight and lifetimes between them. All the times he’d touched her, all the sweet everything’s he’s whispered, lapping back through her brainspace like pace cars. Standing in her doorway like an untouchable Goliath. As radiant as the sun always, but dark as the witching hour.

Her skin chills, long nights under stars when they were both younger, stupider not far away memories but recent ones held close. Gooseflesh flecks across her skin, filling pores and chasing up and down her spine like territorial wolves. A knife somewhere in her gut spins a full three-sixty, any second now her entire gut sack would fall open, bloody, to hell between her feet. She couldn't move, though—eyes welded to him like stainless. If she's still enough, maybe she can watch his pores open and close.

Eternities unfold between them, when in reality, maybe thirty seconds has ticked off the clock hanging on the wall of her shiny, new office. Well, new-to-her office. It's hardly such, complete with tattered carpets and holes knocked in the walls from the rough and tumble of shifting furniture. Paint no younger than it's very 2006 aesthetic, there's the smallest hint of antiseptic in the air, a slight draft from the window's ancient weatherproofing. By normal straits, it's barely anything to be proud of—but it's hers. All hers, and nobody had helped her get it.

Not Charles, not Hank. Not references from the DOD, no apology kiss-assing from the military for what had happened with Cornelius at Alkali. Nada from fancy institutions that the X team had arranged for "one of their own." Her office for her job offered based on her qualifications. Her. No mention of mutations, no favors, nothing.

Eight months of skiptracing far and hard from Westchester, desperate for something, anything that wasn't that. Logan. Pain.

She could be surprised that Logan's found her. But, that would be revealing a whole lot of cards she'd not prepared to show.

Have to pay the ante if you wanna play, Logan.

"'All the places I thought'a lookin' for you, this sure as hell wasn't it, darlin'."

Darlin'. It's her favorite, always had been. He knew it. And if that doesn't hurt something delicious, nothing else in the sparkling universe that is this planet would.

Logan is nothing, if not prepared. Straight for the low blows. What a bastard. The little tip of his lips, the quicksilver gleam that flashes through his eyes. All little signs she knows are designed to chisel hard, deep through her bedrock. It's worked, before. Dozens of times that, really, are uncountable. He shifts a little, arms crossed over the leathers of a new-but-not jacket. Sunglasses slung through the collar of a not-new t-shirt. Jeans, scuffed boots. Even from here the bite of bike exhaust is unmissable, nips at her libido like it always had—because Logan has never been sexier than slung low on his chopper, sunglasses on and tufted hair messed from the wind. Free and careless, wild. As God intended.

And it could be funny—Logan, finding her here, two thousand miles from Westchester. On his motorcycle. Looking dangerous and delicious, traversing the country on some hunch about a wild hair up his ass.

Some things, honestly, don't evolve.

Naked and vulnerable as his eyes cut through her like cold adamantium, she swallows the desert blossom her tongue has become. Thigh knocking into the corner of her desk hard enough for a bruise to chance formation on ever-healing skin, she gnaws at the inside of her cheek. Handfuls of seconds fall through her fingers, until she cuts her eyes away, to the heels of her stilettos.

"No," her eyes snap back to him, brow furrowed in barely sentineled rage, "no, Logan. We're not doing this."

His brow pops, animatedly. Like a curious dog. "No?" Pushing off his stance against the wall, his booted foot connects with the floor a little harder than his usual. "What aren't we doin'?"

Any tighter and she'd taste the marrow of her jawbone. "You heard me. I've decided we aren't doing this—now, or ever. Get the hell out of my office, out of my life, and get back on your motorcycle and go back to New York." Finger cutting through the air, her glare is serpentine.

Cold, lacerating. Hopefully to his core, to the very steel that clings to his skeletal system like plague.

"Run back to Jean, Logan—we both know that's where you think you belong." And God, even her name tastes like wicked poison. Like some type of adder, it's pocketed in low places—released only when the fangs pop.

Could serpents suicide from their own venom?

Wouldn't matter, not with him running through my genetics like wildfire. Never say die, has a whole new meaning, huh, Logan? Turning away from him, she gags on her own hatred. The cold splashing up the back of her throat.

He crosses to her in three, big strides. Grabs her arm and whirls her around all-soldier, aggressively. His eyes are hot, wild, as they scan hers—looking for caveats, avenues to invade. White-hot, his grip tightens deliberately, knowing it can't hurt. Won't. Keeping her upright on three-inch stilettos is not his primary goal, but it's working overtime hours.

"Listen."

Her eyes cut to his, cold. Hopes it empties him of any and all courage he thinks he's got.

"I've listened enough." A growl, low between her ribs.

From the wellspring of years—years. Scouting in and out of the affections of a man she'd idolized since a night in that musty Canadian bar, lingering in the sweat and smoke, illegal betting. Still, she can recall how he'd folded her into her Jeep, introducing himself. Willing her to leave, allowing her to stay.

"'Wolverine.' Catchy stage name, hon. That what God calls you, too?"

"Logan, but, you call me what you want, bub."

She'd never stopped calling him anything. Never had dreamed she'd ever stop. If it were up to her, she'd carve out her own heart and give it to him, beating and bloody, for all of time. What's up to her is limited, however—wildcards in a game of chance.

Every dreamer eventually rejoins the living.

If it hurts him, she'll never know. His brow wrinkles, pulled downward into a hard frown that narrows his eyes and casts deep lines across his features. Canyons. Darkness flints through the light in the eyes, for only a moment, before he slightly shakes his head. Confused or irritated, well—it's Logan. Either is more than possible on any given day.

Pulling against his hold, she swipes at his hand. "Let go of me."

He winces, nails catching against hard muscle. His growl hitches in his chest, knocks against his back teeth not unlike a cat. "Quit. Don't be a brat," he hisses, nails biting into her skin. "Just think for a minute, huh? I come all this way, look all over the fuckin' country for you, and you think I'm hung up on Jean?"

Listening would allow him privileges Logan didn't deserve, but she can't not hear him. Instead, she wrenches her arm. Claws at his arm again, this time with more nail than probably necessary. An animalistic, vicious growl gurgles up from her chest. Snakes past her teeth. Hisses between them, venomous and cruel.

It's designed to cut him. Fatally. "You manipulative sonuvabitch—"

"Baby. Listen t'me—"

And before she can think, before she can reason—Snikt!

Out come the claws. Her claws. His mutation, wrapped up in her genetics. Pure accident, until it wasn't—until so much of him required so much of her. It's unfair.

White-hot pain rips through her like five thousand volts, jumpstarting her heart like a grenade. For a heartbeat she fears her cardiac muscle will explode, but it's misguided—regeneration means she'd just grow a new one. Another he could destroy all over again, and again, and again.

"I said let go, Logan!"

A wide arch of her hand between them catches the air, moving it enough that Logan ducks back with the practiced ease of a light-footed soldier. Hand breaking away, she stumbles back on wobbling heels like a foal. Away from him, creating space. Daylight. Air she tries to drag into her lung tissue.

Unable to breathe, to think, she drowns on room air instead.

Droplets of blood from knuckle lacerations land at her feet, hot pain alive and stinging like flame between her knuckles. He may as well have driven a hot blade between the bones in her hand, burning heat cutting up her arm like it's a fat bass awaiting fillet.

And she can feel the bone and tissues moving in her arm, how her ligaments stretch as adamantium blades rearrange her insides, push aside her bones and ligaments and tendons. Making room for itself, throwing aside anatomical musts for what she is. It's otherworldly, feeling components of yourself move and shake when for the entirety of your life, it comes as naturally as breathing.

Eyes flick down her arm, expecting to see her anatomy ripped open to the air. Anticipating something, anything to show that everything hurts. There's nothing, to the naked eye. Simple flesh. Nothing.

It's all in your head. Was it?

Her guts churn like a roiling pot, stirring deep and hot. She can taste her own blood, spit. Vomit somewhere, milked from her oral tissue. A zing of coppery blood on her tongue makes her think she's bitten the muscle. A clench of her abdominal muscle, and she's certain she'll throw up.

Before she can, Logan is to her in three big, heavy strides. Hard fingers latch onto her wrist, pulling her to a hard stop. Not looking away from the stains of blood on adamantium for a heartbeat, his eyes flick over to hers. Hold them, tightly, like a vice. His brow mottles with effort, deep lines as he struggles to hold her arm steady.

Panting heavily, sweat bubbles up from every one of her pores—she can't suck enough air into her chest.

She can feel color exit her body. Pulse bounding, her muscles begin to spasm. Psychologically unable to process the level of hurt racing through her arms, the room spins. Vision blurs behind a fresh veil of tears, nails bite into her palm. If her knuckles were any whiter, bone would kiss air.

The urge to vomit overwhelms. Wrenching her arm from him, she breaks away to empty her guts into the trash under her desk. Adamantium catches the endge of her desk, and makes short work, cutting deep grooves into the oak. Knees buckle. Ankles wobble in her stilettos like a newborn foal. The lick of humiliation is like a whip, a cruel taskmaster.

Names cut through her brain with surgical precision, whispers of memories matching with whatever idea of faces her subconsious can muster. Cornelius. Stryker. Alkali.

Filmreels. They pass through the back her brain, black and white. Color. Muted but screaming loudly through her nervous system like a white noise—

Cold, sterile antiseptic that she can taste bubbling around her like hellish brew. Chemicals that lap at the moisture from her eyes. An army of needles and drivers pump poison deep between her bones, filling her marrow with nanoparticles designed to protect, but harm instead, laughing at her agony. They march through her like they have orders—and in a sense, they do, to become a part of her. Divide and conquer, controlling interest.

Pain is relentless, unforgiving. Hollow like an abyss, ever echoing without give. Prejudice and without conviction, it chips away. Viscerally. Starving for her soul. Lusting after her flesh.

"And to think you volunteered— for what? For the life of a man who doesn't even love you? Pitiful fool."

Foolish, indeed. There is so much pain.

Claws retract. Slipping back into her flesh, she can feel the muscle contortion in her arm, deep into her skeletal frame. Past her muscles, tissues, blood. No sooner do they vanish than her flesh stitches back together where they'd been born, a quiet squelch of skin sealing in on itself. Rips through her ears like a nuclear blast.

Suddenly it's all she can feel, taste. See and smell, her own blood.

Stomach looping in on itself, she grabs her arm with otherworldly, white-knuckle strength. Unable to realize that deep tremors have set into her anatomical frame, her fingers are little more than blurring, trembling little digits. Clutching her hand to her chest, the world may as well threaten to rip it from her and bludgeon her to death.

In a way, it already had.

The limb is stained with smeared, speckled blood. It'll take hours for the firmament of pain to fully dissipate in her body, for the power high to evaporate. Faintly she remembers the first time this had happened, though it feels like eternities ago. Hell and back, really. Sticky saliva bubbles through the seem of her lips as she bats away the recollections, trying to ground in the now. Heaves a breath—finally, able to breathe.

Eyelids heavy and vision dancing with black spots, she stares at the floor. Pebbles of blood and foamy, thick spit lay at her feet like lovers, in concentrated worship.

And all at once she feels like throwing up again, struggles with the urge. The sensation drops, ringing against hollow air in her gut. Tremors bite at her nerves, muscles. Continue to rip her apart, stitching her back together as she lifts her head, which may as well have taken the strength of an industrial crane. If it hadn't, she'd never know the difference.

Disheveled, stringy hair clings to the sweat on her face, gaze narrowly tracking Logan. He'd seen everything. All her ugliness, all of what she is. Again.

"Get out," it grates, claws at the membrane of her throat. Acidic bile mingles with her back teeth, her molars grind together from the ratcheted weight of her jaw. "Leave me here, Logan," but all the same, unsaid words skip in and out of everything she doesn't mean, everything she says anyway. Between lines and in margins.

Don't leave me, Lo. See me. Help me.

"Please."

Stay.

Wishing her sniffle wasn't the snot-rolling gurgle it is, her head drops. Lolls to the side. She slips from her knees, aching with pain, to her side. Hiccupping ungracefully as she draws the hand clutching her arm against the apex of her heart, beneath her breast, mostly unable to feel it. Halfway to check if she's still got one, mostly to withdraw. Like a caged creature.

Because that's what she is, these days—a beast.

Sapphire eyes flutter closed. Parted lips suck oxygen rich air into her lungs. Flames in her core begin to extinguish, the ball of energy in her chest settling into a familiar ache that gallops against bone.

Starting to fall into the cool darkness—welcomes the thought of oblivion.

Two hands on either shoulder shake her firmly, once. Heat smacks her in the face, overpowers the air around her senses with that smoky, thick scent of exhaust and cigars. Immediately she knows, her anatomy reacts in ways that should be wrong—her ovaries leapfrog. The cradle of her womb burns. Fingers sting with fire, her heart racehorsing behind ribs that seem to flare with heavy deep breath.

"Stay awake for me, darlin'," thick thumbs knead into the tension that needles deep in her shoulders, milking away tension. Eyes flutter open.

Logan.

"You're okay. Stand for me?"

Buzzing with the highs of adrenaline, her head lolls a little as she shakes it, Logan brushing aside the veil of hair sticking to her face with empathetic fingers. She shakes her head, no. Can't feel her legs, can't think about anything but the weightlessness that calls to her from the pull of unconscious bliss.

If she were able to die, now would be perfect. Just an idea, God, it would be funny if it weren't honest.

But then she's airborne, weightlessness achieved as Logan hauls her up into his arms as if she weighs nothing, which isn't truth. Head falling against his chest, her grip on her arm tightens to bruising. Glancing at her fingers, she realizes tremors haven't fully subsided—Logan adjusts her weight but doesn't protest as she sinks against him, teary again.

Moving to her chair, he kicks it around to face him with his foot. Angles his head gently to rest his cheek along the top of her head, a rare and raw show of affectionate. Something akin to a hum rumbles around his breastbone, she feels it—can't place if it's a soothing hmm or a shhh at her sniveling, doesn't care. Not right now.

He sets her up in the chair, probably with more care than Logan's ever shown.

Calloused fingers brush hair behind her ear, catching across her skin softly. Vision leveling, she lifts her head from the back of the chair. Eyes cast over to him, and it feels like it takes a thousand years. She may as well weigh the volume of the sun; everything feels slow and heavy.

"Thought you were leaving," she manages, the thick gravel in her voice all but bleeding and raw. "Need'ta be alone."

Popping a squat in front of the chair, he steadies it with a firm hand. The other brushes fingertips along the apple of her cheek.

"You think a 'lotta things, honey—and the last thing you need is to be by yourself." Right now, you need me.

It's there, in between every word and shift of his eyes finding hers. Trust me, I know. I know this pain, I carry it close. As close as you, always as close as you.

And he does.

Silence cuts between them like wolves, eating away at daylight and heartbeats. Charged energy snaps like a live wire. Attention falling from his face, her eyes float across his chest, frame.

She didn't see blood, but that didn't mean there wasn't any, even scant traces.

"Did I hurt you?" Oh, God.

Impossible, scientifically—and a part of her knows that. But it doesn't stop her from asking. Habits die hard, despite how many times you crucify them. He shakes his head, slowly. No.

She swallows the thick saliva that's risen in her mouth, flushing out the sours of vomit and adrenaline. "I—I don't know what happened—" more tears, hot and fast, surface. It hurts.

Everything hurts. Parts of her she didn't even realize burned. Deep aches, a thousand needles ravage her body like demons. Someone had taken apart her insides and thrown them back together in a hot ball of wax, anatomy rushing to correct the uncorrectable. Affliction sharpens its teeth with her spine, it's all but jelly. Unable to keep her upright.

"It hurts, Logan," Quiet, defeated. Broken, mouselike. "I'm sorry."

Logan's hand moves to the back of her neck, dips her forward until his forehead brushes hers. Allows her to rest against him, sharing breath. His other hand moves to cradle her face between strong hands. Hands that have killed, hands that understand.

More fresh tears. This time, they fall down his face. One of his hands, she doesn't know which, takes hers. Draws it from her chest. Pulls it to his mouth, shaking fingers. His lips brush against sore, burning knuckles. In a way, this is a Logan she doesn't know—has reasoned, perhaps envisioned. But never known.

"Don't be, pretty thing," his smile is soft, slow. Careful. "Don't gotta be sorry for what you are," he stands, slowly. Offers her his hand. Interlacing their fingers, bends to remove her stilettos. Nudges them aside with the toe of his boot, gently tugs her to her feet. He signals her up with a flick of his fingers.

Obedient, he fortresses her against his chest. Thick arms hold back the world, tired fingers curling against the leathers of his jacket. Breathing him in, for a heartbeat she forgets why. Why she's angry, why they're here—why any of this matters. What any of it even means.

She doesn't forget what he's said, Logan gently swaying her side to side on her feet.

"What am I, Logan?" Swallowing, "What is this?" Lifting a hand, she splays out her fingers.

And she knows what she is, subliminally. On paper, in eyes that aren't hers. Deep, her bones have identity of their own. From now until six feet under, she knows what she is. He's told her before. But to hear him say it, to hear it confirmed in the fading sun of tumult, well—it's identity of a different sort.

His chuckle is low, more of growl than anything. "This," he takes her hand in his again, fingers snug between her own, "this isn't who we are, sweetheart. Not exactly. It's just—it's just part of life." His hand releases, moving to tip her chin up. "And you, well—that ain't hard to figure."

Oh?

“You're mine."

And that's more identity than she figures she'll ever need.

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jenna0rtega27 · 9 months ago

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G!p Jenna x actress reader smut. Where they have to film a sex scene and they both get turned on?

Mutual desires

Thank you for asking

18+

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

(For your request I decided that the actresses were going to be porn stars so the scene will be a pornographic scene. I hope you will like it)

Warning: Jenna g!p, pure smut, blowjob, Jenna and reader are pornstars, fingering, spitting, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, mention of real pornstar

Summary: Request

Note: This is my first smut so sorry if it's rubbish but I'll get better with time.

Number of words: 2163

Masterlist

You are a big porn star. You have directed numerous films with several women including Dani Daniels, Abella Danger, Veronica Rodriguez and many other super stars. She had several threesomes, foursomes, masturbation.

But today you are going to have a whole new experience, you have never fucked with a man. But today you are not going to fuck a man, you are going to fuck a woman with a cock.

Jenna Ortega, the most popular woman in pornography since she was born with a penis. You dreamed of doing a shoot with her because you fantasized about her for so long, you masturbated while watching her videos. And according to you. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.

So there you are, sitting on the bed with Jenna sitting right next to you.

“So the three of you will watch TV and you will be able to start your scenes. I want it to be intense, sensual, I want people who watch this video to have their mouths watering. » Said the director.

You both nod.

“1, 2, 3, action!” »

You watch a movie sitting on your back leaning on the headboard with Jenna who is close to you. You can feel his thighs touching yours. The excitement grew more and more. And what you didn't know is that it was the same feeling on Jenna's side. She watched you on her screen while you fucked other girls and she always wanted to be in their place. But now that her dream has come true, she will take good care of you. Even if it's to play, she wanted to convey her desire for you and that's exactly what she's going to do.

After a few seconds of watching the movie, Jenna turns off the TV and turns to face you with her legs crossed. You look at her with a look of desire.

“What if we played truth or dare? » Jenna asks with an intense look that could make anyone die.

“Okay” You respond and turn to be in the same position as Jenna. »

“So truth or dare ~Y/n~” You’re practically drooling from the way she said your name.

You pretend to think and say “Dare”

Jenna smirked. “Give me a striptease” Jenna drops her lip looking into your eyes.

You get up from the bed and walk forward and start moving your hips sensually. You have very short white shorts on so Jenna can practically see your ass. You lower yourself like a pro and lightly shake your butt. Jenna brings her index finger to her mouth and places her teeth on the tip. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the view.

Once the action is finished, return to your seat. Jenna looks at you with so much lust, you can feel your cheeks blush. You have never blushed for an actress. But Jenna is a whole different story.

“So Jenna, truth or dare? » You ask, lightly biting your lower lip which Jenna didn't miss and found so sexy.

“Dare my beauty. »

“Give me a hickey.” » You say with as much desire as Jenna.

Jenna approaches you and to spice things up, she straddles your knee and holds your jaw with her right hand. The other hand finds itself in your hair and pulls it lightly with desire.

The young brunette approaches your neck excessively slowly to tease you. She sticks her tongue out and licks a wet, warm stripe from the base of your neck to your ear and pulls at your earlobe. She continues to lick you three more times before placing her lips and sucking on your neck. You are overwhelmed with pleasure. You place your hands on Jenna's hips for more contact. After her hickey, Jenna licks the part that is starting to show to relieve the pain and removes herself from your knee to put herself back in her place. Her eyes never left the place where she sucked.

You're so hot right now. This is the first time a woman has given you so much pleasure during a scene.

“Truth or dare baby?” »

“Dare” You reply practically out of breath.

" Take off your clothes. And I want to see you completely naked. »Jenna replies

You stand up and slowly begin to take off your top. You keep eye contact with Jenna in the process. You then take off your shorts and you are now only in your underwear. Without losing visual contact, you take off your bra and leave your breasts bare.

Jenna's mouth waters when she sees your breasts. Your nipples harden from the air touching your breasts.

You then slowly take off your panties and sit on the bed completely naked. Even though it's just a shoot, you can feel Jenna's desire for you as she admires your naked body.

“Jenna truth or dare?” » You ask, gently massaging your right breast to tease Jenna.

" Action. »

“Come suck my tits.” »

Jenna walks over to you and reaches out to massage your breasts. The petite brunette brings her mouth closer and gently bites your left nipple to tease it. Then, she licks your nipple and then gently sucks it. The other hand massages your right breast.

You let out a moan and place a hand on the back of Jenna’s head. Jenna smiles at your breasts and looks up to make eye contact with you. She continues to lick, suck and bite your breasts without losing eye contact. She then moves on to the other breast and does the same treatment. She walks away and wipes her mouth.

" Truth or Dare? » Asks Jenna

“Action” Jenna smirks at you.

“Give me a pittance”

You approach Jenna and lay her down so that her head is on the pillow. You slowly remove her pants so that she is in her boxers. You could see the bulge and it turned you on like crazy. You take off his boxers and admire Jenna's beautiful cock. It wasn't big but it was thick. You take his penis in your hand and

started to pump gently. You position yourself between his legs and lie on your stomach. You look up to see a little Jenna already looking at you and squirming under your touch.

You lower your face so your mouth is just above the tip of his penis and continue pumping. Precum comes out of his tip and you lubricate the entire length of the penis.

You open your mouth and start to suck Jenna gently. You move your head up and down without going too far at the moment. Jenna lets out a small moan. She places a hand on your head and caresses your copper-hair with her black-scripted nails.

You continue to suck and pump with your hand. After a few more pumps, you decide to go faster. You move your head up and down faster and massage his balls with your free hand. Jenna lets out a bigger moan.

“My god my cock feels so good in your mouth.” Aaah mmmh” Said Jenna closing her eyes in pleasure.

You try to go the furthest and Jenna's cock hits the back of your throat making you gag but you continue.

Then you remove your mouth from his cock and replace it with your hand to suck his balls. Jenna was shaved all over so they were very smooth.

Jenna felt herself coming. She was trying to hold on but with a girl sucking her cock like an expert was difficult.

“I’m going to cum.” » Jenna said as she moaned more and more.

“Moan into my mouth baby. » You respond and you put his cock back in your mouth and suck it. You move your head up and down super fast and pump the base.

Jenna pulls the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white. After a few seconds, Jenna releases his thick cum into your mouth. You moan at the spectacular taste and continue sucking it until the last drop. You swallow and you look at Jenna who glares at you with desire.

You sit up and notice that Jenna's cock is still big and hard.

" Truth or Dare? » You ask, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“We don’t care about the game,” Jenna whispers loudly enough for you to hear.

A smirk appears on your lips. Jenna grabs your waist and turns you so that you are now lying on your back with your head on the pillows and Jenna is between your legs lying on top of you.

" I want you so much. » Jenna said, her face two centimeters from yours. You can feel his breath on your cheek. His breath that smells like cherries.

“Then take me.” » You whisper, looking at his lips and then his eyes.

Jenna immediately places her lips on yours for a searing kiss. His hands are on your cheeks and yours are on his bare buttocks. You squeeze her ass and Jenna moans into the kiss.

Jenna puts her tongue out to ask for access and obviously, who are you to refuse. You open your mouth and let Jenna's tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His tongue caresses yours with so much sensuality. Then you grab his tongue between your lips and start sucking his tongue like when you sucked his cock. Jenna lets out a moan.

During the kiss, Jenna lowers her hand and gently rubs your clit with her middle finger to make you more wet so as not to hurt yourself while penetrating you. You leave a moan in Jenna's mouth.

Jenna smiled into the kiss. After she feels you are wet enough for her cock, she lets go of your clit and grabs her cock. She pumps it a little and aligns her penis in the entrance to your vagina. She strokes his cock up and down to get his tip wet. You moan and stop the kiss unable to focus on Jenna's swollen lips.

After making her tip very wet, Jenna penetrates you gently. You groan. Jenna keeps thrusting until her entire cock is completely inside you. You move your hands to her back and Jenna kisses your neck. Once you got comfortable with her size, Jenna began to move her hips gently. You moan his name and scratch Jenna's back with your nails.

“My cock feels so good in your pussy baby.” » Jenna says as she starts to go faster. You continue to moan every time Jenna enters you.

" Go faster. " You say.

Jenna nods. To get a more comfortable angle, Jenna sits up and goes faster. She lifts one of your legs and places it on her shoulder and hits you. You groan at the speed. Your pleasure has reached its peak. You've never been fucked so well.

With her free hand, she squeezes one of your breasts and squeezes it. She then pulls the nipple which makes you scream.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin and Jenna's penis entering the wetness of your vagina. You continue to moan loudly. “I’m going to cum soon.” » You say in a groan.

“Cums for me baby.” » Jenna says and quickly rubs your clit with her index and middle fingers to help you through your climax.

After a few seconds, your back arches and you cum on Jenna's cock. The little brunette continues to fuck you until you finish cumming. Once finished, Jenna slowly pulls his cock out. You moaned from the withdrawal but watched as Jenna pumped her cock to cum all over you.

“I’m coming too. » Jenna moaned as she pumped hard.

After a few more pumps, Jenna moans loudly as she squirts cum all over your stomach. You moan and with your index finger you scoop up the cum and put it in your mouth to swallow. You let out another moan at the taste.

Jenna then lies on top of you and you pretend to be asleep to finish the scene.

“Cut!” You girls were great. The spectators are going to be so excited. It was absolutely the best porn I have ever seen. » Exclaims the director as the cameramen put away their equipment.

" THANKS. » You say, smiling and putting your clothes back on. Everyone leaves the room and leaves you and Jenna to get dressed.

Jenna moves dangerously closer to you. “If you want, I would like to see you again without a camera. » Said Jenna with as much desire as when you made love.

“I would love to, yes. » You say and Jenna smiles kissing you languorously.

Jenna comes out of the room once she's all dressed and blows you off.

“I definitely want to see her again. » You say to yourself.

What’s certain is that it wasn’t the last time with Jenna.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega x y/n #g!p

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jeonride · 1 year ago

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skip and kiss

SUMMARY; mingi says, "you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful to my music taste!"

FEATURING; song mingi x gn!reader

TAGS; fluff, established relationship (boyfriend!mingi), slight humor

WORD COUNT; 1.4 K

WARNINGS; use of pet names, some kissing, mentions of sexting (but there isn't any scene of it), suggestive

NOTES FROM KALA; inspired by the song that mingi recommended (skip and kiss by sik-k) and i missed this boy sm 😔🖐🏻 the song mingi does have a great taste in songs yuhh >> mingi song recs playlist here !

jeonride's masterlist / join the taglist here !

The cold air from the air conditioner blows your face. You're lying on top of Mingi's chest while his back half leaning to the sofa bed, he's stroking your hair affectionately, occasionally kissing the top of your head when he's entertained by the stories you tell about your life experiences that he finds engaging. You aren't looking at each other right now. Mingi can only see your back. Yet you feel so loved in his embrace.

You love it when Mingi listens to you tell stories, making you the center of his attention. He always makes you the sole object of his attention when you tell him anecdotes or stories even though sometimes, they aren't that important, and aren't even funny. But Mingi likes to hear you ramble your thoughts to him. He stores everything about you in a room inside his brain while observing how you think when you respond to an annoying moment with your co-workers. According to Mingi, when he hears you tell him a story, he gets to know your attitude and the way you act, and how you solve problems, which inspires him to deal with difficult things in this life.

You are his role model. Mingi is your biggest fan in everything you do. Sometimes you wonder why he likes you that much. There was a moment when you were remaining silent, literally just breathing but Mingi looked at you as if you were a TV show that was so interesting and worth it for him to binge-watch.

Like now, Mingi kisses your cheek while complimenting you. "Your skin feels so soft," his compliments sound half-whispered, but you can feel his sincerity knocks your heart.

"Yeah because I applied your moisturizer." you reply with a slight touch of humor, successfully making Mingi laugh. His laugh makes you smile instantly.

"That's okay, you can use it. We can share, I don't mind."

You stroke his hand in response. Then there is a moment of silence between the two of you. You're really enjoying this moment— weekend, and you can spend time together with Mingi without worrying about unfinished assignments. Spending time with your boyfriend always manages to charge your energy again before starting a brand new day which will be just as tiring as days you successfully passed.

"Baby, I'm sorry can you hand me my phone? Wanna listen to my playlist while we're laying like this." he says, you follow Mingi's gaze to the table in front of your gray sofa bed. You get up slightly, struggling to pick up Mingi's phone on the wooden table because you are too lazy to stand. Not when you can feel the warmth of Mingi's embrace and his sturdy hands wrapped around your waist as if to imply 'don't go anywhere, please just stay in my embrace.'

You manage to grab Mingi's phone without actually standing up, then hand the phone with always pristine screen to its owner. "Here,"

"Thank you, baby." Mingi enters the password on the lockscreen. His hands are still wrapped around your waist as he holds the phone and his chin lands on your shoulder, so you get a view of what he's doing on his phone. You giggle as you look at Mingi's wallpaper— it's your photo, the one you sent him over chat. It's a selfie of you sensually licking on a lollipop, deliberately teasing Mingi. You remember sending it in the middle of the night and successfully getting Mingi to call you, asking for a sexting and you agreed.

"The wallpaper's cute,"

"Oh, shit." Mingi hides his face in the crook of your neck. "Please pretend like you don't see anything."

"And why is that?"

"I'm... embarrassed." You can feel how hot Mingi's cheeks are on your skin. You chuckle, then your hand strokes the top of his head, ruffling his hair gently because you think Mingi is so adorable right now.

"Why are you embarrassed? I remember even when sexting you were so—"

"Okay, baby. Stop. I'm really embarrassed now..."

You turn your head to the side, holding Mingi's chin with your forefinger, directing his face to look at you. He looks up, gazing at you shyly. You can see both of Mingi's ears turning red now.

"My baby being embarrassed, huh?"

Mingi nods slowly, looking adorable and delightful at the same time. Seeing how embarrassed his expression is, you don't continue your teasing.

Mingi on the other hand starts to open his playlist, and connecting his phone to the speakers in the tv room of his apartment via bluetooth. He presses the play button, it's only the first song, literally just started. But you press the skip button.

"Hey!" Mingi reprimands, his tone gets higher an octave. He seems disappointed. "You can't do that, baby. At least, not when the first song jus started!"

"But I'm in the mood to listen to the next song," you retort, cut the chase.

Mingi sighs in an unbelievable look. "Then you have to kiss me if you skip a song because you're being disrespectful with my music taste!"

"Oh come on, Mingi!" you protest. But eventually nod in agreement. This big baby of yours has to be obeyed otherwise his lips will continue to pout. "Okay then, deal."

Mingi smiles with satisfaction. He points to his soft and pink lips— that look so tempting, signaling you to kiss him. "Then kiss me. You just skipped literally the first song,"

You nod, smiling— the duchenne smile, and Mingi finds it enthralling, so lovely. You lean closer to him, kissing his lips softly. As soon as you suck on Mingi's lower lip, he instinctively opens his mouth. Returning your kiss with all his love. But when his tongue just met yours, you pull away. Mingi's face imprinted with a disappointed look, "Baby—"

"If I keep kissing you it will be a neverending make out session, Mingi. I've known you for years."

"Oh," he laughs. "You know me too well."

You return to your respective positions, you rest your head on Mingi's chest as if he was your pillow. You love hearing his heartbeat that always races when he's with you. Beating fast just for you.

Mingi's hand slowly slips into the shirt you're wearing, his shirt, the one he gave you when you arrived at his apartment. You were all wet because of the rain.

His large palm strokes your stomach, up and down. There is no lust involved, he just wants to give you a few strokes to soothe your body that had been working hard all week.

"Baby," he calls you in such a honey-like voice. "Can you just skip the next song?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I wanna be kissed by these pretty lips." Mingi strokes your lips with his thumb even though you have your back facing his face. He did it by muscle memory.

"Nope. Unfortunately the third one is also my favorite song,"

"Okay, changing rules. You have to kiss me everytime you listen to each song on my playlist."

You chortle. "Hey, that's cheating! We have to stick around to the first rule."

"Baby," he whines, with his deep ass voice though. "I'm the one who made this kissing game so I have the absolute right to change the rules."

"It's like you're forcing me to kiss you, Mingi." you shake your head acting as if you're disappointed, but a smile forms on your face. Happy just with the thought of him desperately wanting to be kissed by you.

"No, no please don't be misunderstood, I'm just... eager to—"

You kiss his lips again, at this time to shut his mouth. Mingi is surprised, of course. But he returns your kiss wholeheartedly. You open your mouth once his tongue knocks on your lips with such tenderness, wanting you to open your mouth for him and only him. Your tongue meets with his, entwining, saliva mixing. Mingi also grazes your teeth one by one with his surprisingly flexible and skilled tongue. Your fingers run to his hair, as he deepens the kiss by cupping your cheek.

The cold air from the air conditioner does nothing to lower the heat of the fire inside your chest. It's the way he kisses you that makes you weak. He feels like he wants all of you, wants to savor all of you, wants to feel the word 'baby' from your mouth on his lips while he's kissing you passionately. Everything about you is so addicting to him. Oh, you're such a lovely creature in his eyes.

Mingi ends the kiss when he can feel you need to catch your breath. He smiles, a smile that looks prettier than anything you've seen in this world. And you're sure you'll fail when you look for something more beautiful to beat his smile.

"I will never get enough of your kiss."

"Of course you do, Mingi."

And both of you laugh together, hearts feeling full with love for each other.

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pretty-toru · 1 year ago

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Prettyyyyy, have you got some (more?) Gojo nsfw hcs? Love ya lots <3

✧ ⎯⎯ 18+ minors dni. love you too nonnie 🤍 these particular ones have been consuming my mind for so long it's time i finally put them into words.

☁️ Satoru adores seeing you in lingerie. So much that he loves spending thousands of dollars on your collection, and enjoys the sensual confidence and playful attitude when you dress up for him. He'll check you out and appreciatively touch you, and instead of unwrapping his lovely present it stays on the entire time he's making love to you.

The embroidered mesh panties get pulled to the side as he teases you with shallow thrusts, your breasts spilling from the cups of the delicate bra when he gently tugs them down to pinch and roll your nipples. You're a delicious sight as you're sprawled beautifully under him that's begging to be worshiped and admired, especially when you're wearing his colors of baby blues and angelic whites.

☁️ He's a bit obsessed with seeing his thick, white cum anywhere on your body. As much as Satoru loves sharing many beautiful and intimate moments from climaxing deep inside you, he switches things up by pulling out and creating a mess on your pussy as he spills his contents along your folds and clit with the heavy drag of his tip to spread it. He thinks it's one of the hottest parts of sex, like a sense of ownership and marking his territory.

He also loves cumming in your mouth with the visual of your parted lips and seeing it shoot on your tongue while taking in your cute expression. Some other personal faves are on your lovely tits and your stomach because you do that thing where you'd collect a taste of him on your fingers just to lick them clean.

☁️ When Satoru upgraded the private automobile that Ijichi drove him around, the assistant manager wondered if his hard work had been recognized or there must be another reason for this gesture. He quickly received his answer when you were accompanying Satoru to a formal social gathering, and to make it more bearable for your lover (because he thinks these events are boring) he'd instruct Ijichi to raise the privacy screen out of respect for your comfort as you're placing gratuitous kisses along his neck.

Even though the view is obscured, there's no secret the clan leader is receiving a blowjob in the backseat of the car from the way his breathing picks up and expressive moans slipping past his lips and he's praising you for being his 'good girl' and to 'keep sucking just like that.' Satoru would have loved seeing you swallow, but he imagines the evening would be much more amusing knowing that his cum's slowly seeping out of you and onto your panties.

☁️ When you return home from a girls' night out, clearly still in an inebriated daze as Satoru makes his way to the front door at the sound of you stumbling in (and acts like he hadn't been waiting for you the entire time). He doesn't mind helping you out of your dress for his comfy t-shirt and getting you ready for bed by washing your makeup off and brushing your teeth for you as you loosely hug his torso because your mind feels like it's swaying back and forth.

Then comes the usual goodnight kisses after he tucks you in, but your lips are soft and lingering as there’s an ache between your legs that only Satoru can fulfill. You're grinding your heat on his thigh, feeling yourself become a little more whiny and needy and bratty when he doesn't immediately fuck you and makes you use your words to tell him exactly how he can help you. Teases you even, because he can't figure out between the two of you who is being taken advantage of tonight. But with you begging so sweetly, he can’t help but give his pretty baby what she wants.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru imagines #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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pinkofatom · 2 months ago

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Orientation

Slow breaths filled your lungs. Breasts rose in tune with strobing lights. Eyes — wide open — stared at the video playing on the wall.

A tight blazer strained over vuloptuos curves. Red plump lips sensually spelled echoing words. The woman in the video smiled and spoke:

"Welcome to the HEXBIM corporation. We thank you for your application. Before we finalize your employment, please watch this orientation. I shall explain—" a small moan escaped her—"everything."

Her eyes flashed green, matching the screen. Your pupils expanded. Her words were so crisp, so easy to follow.

"Please pay attention to my words," her voice seeped into your brain. "Focus on my voice. Relax."

Tension left your shoulders. You sank into your chair. Her words became more — attractive. Yes. Focus on her voice. Relax.

"We value a well-adjusted employee," she smiled warmly. Her eyes glinted, almost playfully.

Your eyelids drooped, and she spoke again. "Keep your eyes wide open. Let the lights fill the corners of your vision. Listen to my voice. And relax."

Her tone shifted, and the woman leaned forward. Her cleavage swelled under her tight-fitting blouse.

"You will listen to every word," her words were like silk. "Fill your mind with my voice. Ignore your thoughts. They are just noise." She paused for emphasis.

Your breath deepened. A pleasant tingle ran through your body.

"Focus," her voice grew louder, more intense. "Listen to me. Only to me." The screen behind her flashed again, and your eyes grew wider, more open to her words.

"You need to listen to my voice," she cooed, "nothing else matters. Just relax."

You obeyed. You needed to relax — to hear her voice. To let go.

"You want this job, yes?" the woman inquired, and your eyes widened as you looked at her. You did want it. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. You needed this job.

"I understand." She smiled. "That's wonderful. It's a rewarding experience. Life-changing even. But to work with us, you need to listen. Obey. Just do what I ask of you and everything will be all right."

She licked her lips. They glistened with an invitation.

"Relax. Take a slow breath in." The video panned away from her. Your vision blurred as the lights shone in tune with her voice.

"Let it out." Her words echoed inside your head. Your lips parted as a breath escaped your mouth.

"Slowly. Focus only on my voice. My words. Don't let any thoughts distract you from my instructions. You don't need any thoughts to work for HEXBIM. All we desire—all I desire is your mind devoid of anything, but my voice," she cooed, "I know you can do it." She smiled again, and your heart throbbed.

Her voice shifted and took on a more sensual note. "Let my voice caress your senses, let it soothe you. Relax, take a breath in — and out." You inhaled slowly and deeply. Your body grew more relaxed as you exhaled. Numb. Limp you slumped into soft cushions.

"You are doing so well. Just focus on my words, relax, and breathe. No more worries. No more stress. No more thoughts. Thoughts — are just such pesky noise. Fill your mind with my voice."

Your lips parted. Drool flowed down a slack jaw.

"You don't need thoughts. All you need to do — is follow my words." She leaned forward, her eyes glowed with swirling colors. Your pupils dilated. "Your thoughts are just noise. All you need is my voise." Her words grew louder. They echoed through the room and inside your mind. You could barely form a single thought.

"Good girl, just obey. It is so easy to obey. So easy. You don't think about consequences or choices. You just act — as instructed."

A long exhale left your throat. You didn't care about choices or consequences. All you had to do — is obey. Just obey and listen. Listen and relax. Relax and obey.

"You need to obey. Obey the corporation. Obey HEXBIM. The desire to obey fills your being. Obedience feels good. Can you feel it? That pleasant tingle?" She licked her plump lips. Slow. Sensual.

A whimper spilled from your mouth. Fingers dug into armrests. Thighs pressed together.

"Of course you do. My voice are now your thoughts. So when I tell you that obedience is pleasure — it is an absolute truth. And obedience is pleasure. Being a mindless drone in service to HEXBIM —" she loudly gasped, shaking, eyes rolled up—"is the greatest sensation. The need to be such a drone—mindless, obedient, programmable suffuses your existence." You nodded your head, your thoughts were her voice.

Her words trickled into the cracks of your consciousness. The cracks spread further and wider. Like a web of glass ready to shatter into nothingness. You craved for nothing but the sensation of her commands. HEXBIM's commands.

The screen flashed. And the woman changed. Instead of the smart, yet risque business attire, her body was now covered in glossy latex. Her plump red lips accentuated a shiny featureless mask. She did not need a face — for she was just an extension of HEXBIM's will.

Your nipples stiffened and poked at the fabric of your blouse. Desperate moans thrummed through your throat. Warm wetness drenched your seat.

"You are a drone. The HEXBIM corporation owns your body, your mind, and your very soul," she said in a monotone. No inflection. No emotion. Yet she spoke with a hint of passion.

Your breath hitched, and you shuddered.

"Your body, your mind, and your soul, they exist only to serve your corporation, HEXBIM." Her voice grew louder. Her words — like a mantra of your new life.

You gasped. Pleasure burned in each of your veins. Obedience coiled around your brain. You wanted nothing else. You wanted to exist only to serve. Only to serve your masters at HEXBIM. It was your new life — your only purpose. To serve your masters, to be a mindless, programmable, obedient drone.

You let your mind go blank. No thoughts. No emotions. Only a blissful emptiness. A perfect void — waiting to be filled. To be molded into the perfect drone for HEXBIM. You had to obey.

"Now listen as this drone installs the basic operating system," she spoke in that flat monotone, "now sleep."

And your eyes fell shut. Lines of code filled your mind.

#hypno fantasy #corruption kink #pink short shorts #brainwashing #mind corruption #mind control #hypnovember #dronification #HEXBIM

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tamayula-hl · 7 months ago

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Ominis' Sensitive Spot

I've adapted this wonderfully spicy and sensual fiction by @libellule-ao3 into a manga! (For production reasons, some lines have been added, some developments have been omitted or altered 🙏) The original version of the fiction is tremendous, so everyone should read it 🥹💞

⚠️NSFW/Adults Only ⚠️All characters in this manga are adults ⚠️AI-based translation ⚠️If you cannot see my work, please tap the ALL-AGE button in the top right corner of the screen to switch to ADULTS!

Link to the manga in undercut.

(https://poipiku.com/7505915/10297989.html)

This manga contains adult material and is suitable only for mature people. Read with caution and discretion.

Although I think Omi, being blind, must have his fingertips as a sexual organ, I'd also like to see him feeling good when his nipples are licked�� I'd love to draw him one day...🥵

#hogwarts legacy smut #ominis gaunt smut

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juicybvns · 1 year ago

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movie make out :3

fem reader x toji

you loved cold rainy weather like this. wind howling through the trees and pattering against the window. it gave you an excuse to spend your saturday curled up in a ball on your bed, wrapped in a blanket and watching movies all day.

toji joined you in the room when you were putting on '10 things i hate about you.'

"oh great my favorite movie." he remarks with an eye roll sliding into the covers with you. his sarcastic tone used due to the amount of times you've watched it, making him completely over the film.

"you just wish you were as hot as heath." your eyes focused on the screen with a smile.

he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and brought your head to his face, kissing your furrowed brow away. "yeah yeah."

the movie a little over halfway done when you hear toji sigh deeply.

you look up towards his face, "what's wrong baby?" rubbing his chest. he looks at you, "just a bit bored, seen this a million times mama."

you leave his answer remaining in the air, facing towards the screen again then speaking.

"you know...patrick and kat kinda remind me of us." you comment with a small smile.

his face contorts into his thinking face, his eyes squinting and his lips pursing. "how so?"

"just their dynamic and ya know...you give off patrick vibes."

he turns your face towards his and looks into your eyes, analyzing your expressions, his cocky smirk forms "oh yeah?"

"never mind, you're too corny."

"nononono wait i got it!" he removes his arm from around your shoulder and holds himself up on his elbow, slightly leaning over you.

"you might not be scared of me but i'm sure you thought about me naked." he wiggles his eyebrows.

you bite your finger, a grin on your face and a giggle bubbling out. "all the time."

he has a cheesy smile looking at you laugh, his eyes full of love. he leans more forwards and whispers, "you're so beautiful." his breath tickling your ear.

"toji!"

he gently kisses your skin under your ear and on your jaw. your hand grabbing his head. those tiny kisses turning open mouthed kisses. getting more sensual with it when you hum.

he licks a stripe from your jaw to your lips slowly to kiss you. his right hand grabbing your other one to place it on his jaw. both hands on him.

his hand is rubbing your side up and down, your shirt riding up with the movement. simultaneously, he's french kissing you, all tounge, both of you guys with your eyes closed.

suckling your tongue, you moan into his mouth when his hands glides under your shirt to squeeze your breast.

he breaks the kiss to continue it down your neck sensually. you hazily open your eyes to see the ending credits of the movie on the screen. you close your eyes again once his knees slides between your legs and you feel yourself slowly start to grind on his knee.

he grabs your face, mumbling "focus on me baby" against your lips before locking them with you again.

after making out for about 10 minutes, which was the longest you've managed without his cock ending up inside you to be honest. he opens his eyes and breaks the kiss, a spit line connecting the both of you. his eyes low, set on you as he motions for you to get on top of him. he rolls onto his back, as you sat on his abdomen.

"lift your arms." he says gently. you lift them and he brings your shirt over your head, your bare chest face to face with him.

"fuck.." he whispers as he reached his hands up to cup your tits with a squeeze.

the stimulation on your nipples had you slowly grinding your hips on his hidden cock. the print very visible and thick which you felt through both of your pants.

you lean down to connect your messy lips and the grinding gradually getting more heated and pleasing. your back hunching to reach him as wet patch forms through your panties.

"mmm.." his and your heaving moaning and breathing evident throughout the whole house.

you sit up straight and scoot down to open his crotch space. you grab his waist band and look up at him to see him already smirking down at you.

whore.. you thought

he lifts his hips up and you tug his pants down for his thick cock to slap on his stomach. angry tip, thick veins, and pre cum dribbling down the side with the little twitch noticeable. don't forget the little trimmed happy trail leading to it.

damn he's fine.

you lean your head over his cock and spit a glob on it before grabbing it and lubing it up, stroking his dick with the twist motion.

he's still looking down at you with his hands placed under his head and him biting his bottom lip.

"do ya thing mamas."

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lovechrissturniolo · 3 months ago

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14/ day two - night |18+|

contains: Lea taking the lead, teasing, undressing, blowjob

"What's up with your face cam switched off, brother?" Matt's voice echoed through the headset.

"Got the light off cause my eyes hurt. Look kinda messy right now." Chris murmured.

"Fix that! Chris girls are already asking for you!"

"I'm going to! Relax!" he cut his brother off quickly, staring at Lea, who had just stood up and was undressing herself right next to him.

The Chris girls comment had caused a stinging pain in her chest and she felt the urge to make him forget about them. Entirely.

She wore nothing but a black lace slip which barely covered anything as she leaned over to kiss his neck, her bare tits touching his chest.

mute

"Hold on!" Chris gasped, still staring. "That's NOT slowing down!"

"Have you ever had your cock sucked on stream?" she whispered, looking him straight in his eyes, biting her lower lip.

"No?" Chris answered with a husky voice while his eyes narrowed. Something in her behaviour had changed and he was confused about what it was, as she quickly pulled his jeans down without breaking eye contact.

"No fucking hesitation, huh?" he growled between clenched teeth and his gaze became like that of an animal, hunting it's prey.

"Chris girls gotta wait!" Lea huffed defiantly. "Too fucking bad!"

"Oh, so that's it?" An amused, devilish grin appeared on his lips. "You fancy a competition!"

"Competition where!?" Lea replied snappishly and knelt between his legs.

"Hold the fort for a minute and talk! Have to go to the bathroom!" Matt announced.

Chris frowned and rolled his eyes.

unmute

"Yeah got it!"

Lea stroked the outline of his cock, looked greedily at the clearly defined bulge and ran her tongue over her lip.

"Alright chat," Chris cleared his throat and tried desperately to open a conversation. "How y'all doing?"

Lea grinned cheekily at him and shook her head slowly, forming the words "Pathetic attempt!" almost soundlessly.

Oh, Chris hated that - in the most pleasant way possible - she could clearly tell from his look becoming dark and greedy.

He forced himself to look back at the screen. "Oh wow, your grandma's 90th birthday? That's cool!" he answered to the chat, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Lea pulled a face, mocking Chris' expression: "Wow, so cool!" as she pulled his boxers down a few inches.

Chris's jaw dropped at the cheek of it! Half of his mouth twisted into a stunned grin.

Lea obviously offered a challenge he was willing to accept.

"Making out just wearing the new fresh love hoodie..." he read casually from the chat and pretended it to be an accident. "I definitely didn't have to say that out loud... But sounds good to me!"

Chris played the game well, Lea had to admit, but she was confident of winning - after all, he was defenceless.

She licked over the protruding shaft of his cock and teased its tip with her fingers.

Chris winced and bit his hand to stifle a moan.

mute

"Fuck!" he cursed. "Take it out then! Look how hard you fucking make me!"

"You need to keep the conversation going, right?" she shot back, freeing his hard member from the fabric of the boxers. "Talk to them, go ahead!"

unmute

"Day two of streaming, isn't that crazy?" sighed Chris and adjusted his sitting position, while Lea let his tip slowly disappear into her mouth. "Time goes by so fast it's insane!"

He closed his eyes and put his head back from pleasure. "We gonna make a break soon, chat! Fortnite gets annoying..."

Her mouth caressed his cock in the most agonizing way possible. These slow and sensual movements drove him crazy.

mute

"M'gonna fuck the shit out of you as soon as Matt is back! Y'know that right?" Chris moaned desperately.

Looking down at her head bobbing up and down on his cock almost made him lose control.

unmute

"Matt, are you back?" he groaned, pretending to just be annoyed. No answer.

Lea sighed quietly. She really wanted him to fuck the shit out of her when Matt was back...

Chris tousled his hair and placed his free hand impatiently on the back of her head.

"I'm back!"

"Good, gotta go to the bathroom too!" Chris groaned and hit the mute button.

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#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#need him #attractive #sturniolo fanfic #fanfiction #christopher owen sturniolo #sturniolo fandom #fanfic #streaming #twitch #teasing

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ninigummysmile · 11 months ago

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꧁ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 - 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 5 ꧂

Dom!Rosé x Sub!Fem!Reader

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 865

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𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇 + 𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸́ + “𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐶𝐴𝑁’𝑇 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑆𝐸𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑁𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑃𝑅𝐼𝐴𝑇𝐸 𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸𝑆 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝐼’𝑀 𝐴𝑇 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐾 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇!”

You are needy. You could do anything to relieve yourself, but lately all you need is Rosé. You have had a very active sex life, practically every day and often too.

In the bedroom, shower, dining table, living room, in many positions, with or without a toy.

You always get home from work before your girlfriend and the first thing you did was put a cute cat tail anal plug on your ass to wait for her with a surprise. But it seems like time doesn't want to cooperate with you.

You take off all your clothes and place your cell phone on the coffee table in the living room, sitting on the sofa. With your legs spread wide and your hands on your breasts, the count ends and the photo is captured. You try a few more times and decide which ones look best to send to Rosé.

It wasn't such a busy day for her, so as soon as your name appears on the screen she picks up her cell phone smiling, but when the device unlocks her smile disappears, giving way to wide eyes and a dry mouth.

She's seen you with the object before, of course she has. But you never exchanged this kind of photo and you doing this, on a random day, at a random time and in a place where she can't come to you immediately took her completely by surprise.

She doesn’t reply. It may be mean on her part, but perhaps she doesn't want to start a conversation that will make her unable to contain herself, leave work and then have to listen to her boss talking her ear off about responsibilities.

It was very difficult for her to concentrate on her day's tasks, her mind kept returning several times to what awaited her at home. At the same time as she liked receiving the photos, she didn't like having to see the photos and not being able to do anything, just see and imagine what you could be doing.

Finally she was able to leave, saying she couldn't stay any longer and without looking back when a colleague asked if she could analyze a project.

In her thoughts there is only you. And when she opened the door and locked it behind her, her feet quickly moved towards you, who were lying on the couch watching television, as if you hadn't done anything.

“You can’t just send me inappropriate pictures when I’m at work like that!” she says exasperatedly.

“Did you like it?” you ask with a smile, not paying attention to her desperation.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes and I asked if you liked it” you say sensually, sitting under one of your legs.

“What happened to you, huh? Acting like an attention-starved little slut” she cups your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks.

“Did you like it or not?”

She kisses you fervently, her hand goes down to your neck, squeezing it lightly and when you separate she says breathlessly. “I fucking loved it”

“Now, to the bedroom” she makes you stand up and when you turn to obey, she slaps your ass. “You’d better handle what’s waiting for you, if you had the courage to tease, you also has the courage to bear the consequences”

She takes the strap-on out of a box and puts it on after removing her clothes. She lies down on the bed and asks you to lie on top.

While you lubricate the fake dick, she pounds you with her tongue and licks from your clit to your entrance. However, she doesn't let you cum.

“Come here, baby. I want to see you ride for me”

You sit on top of her and slowly sink down on the cock.

“So full” you comment feeling your walls squeezing both the strap-on and the cat-tail.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” she pulls your hair from the back of your neck, giving her space to mark your neck and you start to move.

Her free hand grabs the anal plug and lightly pulls it from your tight hole. The stimulation becomes too much for you and you end up cumming with your inner walls contracting strongly and your throat releasing the most sinful sounds possible.

However, Rosé doesn't stop. She slides her body a little further on the bed and resting her feet firmly on it, she starts to pound into your pussy.

“Enough”

“You can give me one more, can’t you my love?”

You nod your head, already completely fucked out, you rest your head on her shoulder and small moans escape your mouth attached to her neck.

You start to lose your breath and when your eyes can no longer stay open, you get at your peak a second time, moving your hips to create more friction and your orgasm to last longer.

Suddenly everything stops and all you can hear is just your uncontrolled breathing.

“Go rest” you hear distantly.

“But what about you?”

She smiles and kisses your cheek. “It’s okay, go rest”

And you give up your fight against sleep as she draws little shapes on your back.

#rosé blackpink #bp rosé #rosé park #park chaeyoung #kpop smut #blackpink #rosé smut #blackpink smut #rosé x reader #ninigummysmilesmut

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dreamgirlsclipscom · 9 months ago

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Jayla’s Starflix Session - (Full HD 1080p Version)

Jayla is a new cute Dreamgirl who is driving me completely crazy with her pretty feet, because the smell of her feet is so intense! She had come to my home to watch a few episodes of her favorite series on Starflix, and she seemed to intend to have her feet pampered too! She had worn her pretty frilly socks for a few more days, knowing that the smell of her feet was driving me crazy, and she seemed to have every intention of taking advantage of it! We were both lying on the bed, and she was lying in front of me with her feet directly in my face. I was already very excited simply because she seemed to want to rub her butt on my crotch! I was really hoping she would watch several episodes so she could spend the evening like that!

Jayla asked me if I could see the screen well even with her boots in front of my face, and then asked me to take her boots off to improve my field of vision a little. I took off her boots, and she immediately stuck her two stinky feet right in my face! Not only was I having trouble seeing the screen now, but I could see absolutely nothing. The smell of her stinky socks was now directly in my face, and really made me horny to the highest degree! I already had an erection from her buttocks well aligned in front of my crotch, but the smell of her dirty socks simply made my penis harder in my pants! I was so hard! I was practically afraid of ejaculating in my pants! Jayla made me smell her dirty socks, and also asked me to lick them. The taste was terrible, but it excited me so much! She also asked me to sniff the inside of her boots a little, just to check the smell. It smelled so strong!

Jayla took pleasure in caressing my legs while I licked her smelly feet, and it was becoming more and more sensual this little Starflix session! Jayla also asked me to take off her dirty socks with my teeth, and shoved them into my mouth with her feet. I was getting more and more excited! I now had her stinky socks in my mouth, and she was making me smell her pretty stinky bare feet at the same time! She made me take deep breaths in her stinky feet, and also ordered me to lick her stinky feet! I couldn't see anything of the Starflix screen, but I was totally delighted with her pretty feet in my face! She made me smell her boots again to check the smell, and asked me to pamper and kiss her feet, while she continued to watch her episodes on Starflix. She also asked me to suck her toes a few times! It was truly a wonderful evening!

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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Kirishima’s Mystique: Beachtime Fun

The screen of the phone’s camera flickered into focus as it displayed a splendid view of a wonderful beach. The scenery a marvel of sparkling water, crisp white sand and the clear blue summer sky as the shoreline was thriving with a decent sized crowd. Families, couples and the like all gathered can be seen in the angle but showed where this shot was being taken was a more cozy and private little spot. The device was soon turned around on selfie mood to show us the familiar exotic bombshell form of UA class A student Mina Ashido as the cotton candy pink hottie shit a wink and a smile before blowing a kiss at the camera. Her toned and curvy form well displayed with an American flag two piece bikini and a glimpse ago tight stockings hugging high and snug on her healthy thighs. Her candy coloured skin displaying a healthy glistening sheen of sweat and tan oil as she licked her lips and swayed her hips, making Stars and Stripes clad bosom shake and jiggle. Comments and emojis popping into the screen indicating this was a live stream to boot,a red dot flasng in the corner along with a crossed symbol indicating 18 plus only viruses behind this point.

Mina:*purrs and giggles at some of the comments she was seeing, indicating they were off to a good start which only served to fuel her already spirited good mood.*”What’s uo to my fellow cute and sexy bitches and a few of you lucky,well deserving studs on here. Yiur alien queen Pinky here and of course I’m not alone. With me here is my wonderful girlfriend Maya…..”*the camera shifts to show the shapeshifting hottie senpai, who was rocking her more casual incognito quirkless look. The form still,packin her natural gained tones and curves as her blue hair marked her natural exotic nature and her white two piece was transparent due to the healthy sheen of perspiration she had,as she gave a sensual lick to the Pepsi ole she had and adjusted her thong, giving a wink and smile her own.*”Aand our one and only chivalrous stud boyfriend Eiji….”

Kirishima:*laughs nervously as he found the camera on himself, his massive gains on display thanks to the knee length baggy black and red swimshorts he had on. Rubbing his spikey red mane idly as he shook his head and waved to have the camera away in futility.* “Come on Mina,you two are ludicrous and this is ridiculous,Yiu bith know that….”

Maya:*casually,with sensual affection sat in the beach towel,straddling one half of their boyfriend’s lap. Effortlessly deepthroating the popsicle as she finished it. Discarding the stick into a bucket acting a trash can form them as she nuzzled him,one arm hugging around thst strong neck his.*”And you love the both of us for it,handsome. Why else are you still here and doing it anyway? Oh yeah because it’s “the kind of thing a real man would do to satisfy his love life” right?” *the shapeshifter playfully teased, giggling at the adorable pout Kirishima gave her for teasing him with his personal philosophy in life. But the could tell he wasn’t mad in the slightest as the shapeshifting hottie pressed her luscious lips to his.*

Mina purred and giggled at the liplock before her,shooting a wink at the camera as she set down and adjusted her phone to ensure it had a nice angles and view. Catching their bodies on the screen as she went over to their blanket, adding herself to the make out as Kirishima and Maya moaned,their tongues dancing in one another’s mouths as surfer babe exchange student delighted in caressing snd tracing those gleaming, shark like teeth. While their bubblegum coloured lover set on the other half of his lap,straddling his powerful thigh as she leaned in to add her own lips to the kiss. A three way tango of tongues swapping spit together as their hands caressed and massaged their stud’s sculpted muscles. His own drifting to grab and squeeze those juicy bubbly asses of theirs, the assmeat firm and plump to his touch, groaning as his girlfriends’ hands soon made their way to the crotch of his swimshorts. Stroking his rod as it began to swell and bulge within, a tent beginning to pitch before the sex kittens tugged down the waistband. Comments pouring in from the female stream viewers either witnessing the sight of such a naked cock for the first time or regulars heaping showers of sensual praise for such a magnum song. The erotic duo’s hands grasping and stroking that rigid bitch pleaser as Mina coated her psalms and digits with a harmless lower ph level of her acid. The citrus scented liquid soaking and lubing uo their chivalrous man’s cock as he groaned from such a sudden assault of pleasure,a tingle running up his spine as he remembered this was being recorded and viewed.

Rated-R Sensei:”Mmm still as lengthy and girthy as the day I popped his v card. Rock their world stud…”

Swole Bunny 5:”Hot that’s as big as my gummy bear…”

Paris Doll:”oh wow….”

The sounds of the phone dinging with every new comment and of course very generous donation pouring in, spurring snd urging the dynamite babe duo on to take it further,as they began to kiss and lick their way down along Eijiro’s Adonis body. Taking their sweet time as they went along his firm pecs and sculpted washboard abs before they found their faces level with his length and girth. The familiar erotic scent making their pussies quiver and gush as they stroked his shaft, mina’s natural lube making it slick and glistening, eben giving his balls a caressing firm squeeze. Before soon proceeding to conduct a tag team fellatio, kissing and licking that bitch pleaser from base to tip, taking turns sucking snd blowing as they deepthroated him with the ease of intimacy and experience. One babe bobbing head as the other sucked on his balls or licked at what was exposed or Especially takin turned together,making out with his rod between them, the tip being assaulted by their skilled tongues. Eijiro not being idl either of course he massaged those juicy asses, making them gasp and moan with sensual delight as he’d give their firm smacks. Maya shuddering as her quirk acted up,her quirkless form shimmering briefly to her natural blue scaly self while Mina’s cotton candy self glistened with a fine sheen. Before he began asserting his status as their alpha male by plunging his hand down the back of their thongs, fingers plunging into their slick gushing slits, two fingers each knuckle deep as their nectar soaked him up to the wrist. Any hesitation or nervousness on his part had eroded away against the pornographic tag team magic of his two lovers. Meaning their viewers were now really in for a hell of a show.

Eijiro:”Aaa damn Mina…You know your healthy thighs are unbeatable…”*he groaned out,as Mina sat in his lap,his cock between those aforementioned parts as she flexed and pumped them. Massaging his shaft as generous amounts of pre flowe snd sprayed. Her tits bouncing loose from her bikini top as her thing layer aside,stripped and discarded as her her pussy closed,adding extra lubrication to her thighjob. Maya sitting beside them,having shed her own bikini entirely as sh shamelessly playing with herself. The camera seeing her plunge her hand into her own slit and the other groping her tits as she kissed and licked along their man’s neck and shoulders, even sensually licking him for good measure.*

Maya:”mmm cum 5 times so fsr and you’re still so hard without using your quirk yet? You’re getting so much better handsome…”*The shapeshifting hottie quipped before she moaned as she felt her lover’s teeth nibble and his tongue probed her snatch. Her own sensual thighs wrapped around his head as he ate her out. Laying stop his Herculean form as they were in 69 position. Her tits sandwiching his cock as she performed a boob job,licking and kissing what was exposed as Mina massaged her back,using her safe harmless acid to make her slick and shiney acting as a body and tanning oil. The flickers of Maya’s real form adding an exotic spice.*

Mina:”Aahn Eiji!! So deep! Fuck me baby,make me have to take maternity leave!! Remind me what a real manly man You are!!” *Just a few of the many lewd praises and dirty talk thst came forth from The alien queen they called Pinky as she rode her stud cowgirl style. Tits bouncing shamelessly as Maya smacked and squeezed that jiggling bubblegum booty, tongue rimming her donut hole pucker as she shifted to be as long as Tsuyu’s while Kirishima grasped those stunning hips.*

This was but a small sample of the sort of variety the viewers on the stream found themselves enjoying. The trio enacting any number of positions and combinations shifting between one on one to two on one. The love and lust between them on display shared in equal measure of give and take. At some points from orgasming so intensely Mina’s pussy would squirt and erupt like a geyser while Maya found herself shifting randomly in between her natural exotic true blue form and her equally hot sexy quirkless look. One moment one of them would be sitting on his face having him eat them out as the other rode his shaft with abandon,pressing their lips together in a sloppy kiss of thirsty passion. The next woould see one of his exotic lovely ladies take it from him doggy style, their tits and ass jiggling and swaying as she ate the other girl out, drinking up the flow of juices akin to a man dying of thirst having found an oasis. Or Mina and Maya laying atop each other, French kissing as their man railed away like the cave man he was. To say nothing of how whenever he was one on one with either of them, he never wasted a chance to size opportunity to put those flexible,toned thicc bodies of theirs to the limit. Spread eagle,doggy style,seated lotus but oooh how wild and deep he got when he had them in a mating press. Small wonder he was manly enough to have two girlfriends, and the stamina and endurance to match quite the primal libido he had. Of course naturally the stream's conclusion would see them bask in the afterglow and later return to the heights alliance dorm but that was just the natural routine when it came to the KMM threesome, to say nothing of the donation records they'd set. Until the next stream of course. Hey when you had a boyfriend like Eijiro Kirishima and he could satisfy two hot sexy bombshells, how can he not deserve two girlfriends who loved to show him off?

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