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miizpah · 4 years ago

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mine | sakusa kiyoomi

anon asks : listen to this!!! being sakusa bimbo wife, ur so fucking beautiful that whenever ur both at social events for vball, there’s always someone coming up and hitting on u. mr sakusa doesn’t like that ::))) and he can’t wait to get home to punish his wife silly and leave marks that will defo show everyone that she’s taken :):):):)

post timeskip ‼️

tw. degrading, consensual roughhousing, a bit of manipulation.

author note : i am simp for sakusa !! this ask for me hyperventilating into orbit. girl, y/n a little too brave in this one, like miss girl gon ahead and sit down we all know who dom here. and not how there’s only a small part of smut in this, yo, i’m sorry it’s not longer but my motivation for this fic went whoosh. and not me being in the middle of changing up my theme 🙄 and struggling at that.

“Omi-”

One second you had been nodding along to a conversation being held by one of the team’s older PRs, the next second you were being guided away by your husband’s tight grip, your wrist exploding in dull pain as all you could do was follow after him. Praying you don’t trip over your satin gown.

You didn’t understand what exactly caused him to snap, he was always respectful and polite when attending events such as these. They were public appearances the entirety of MSBY had to attend, and he was already tittering on the edge becuase of the sheer number of people and crowds. But, he’d never left an event early, and he never blatantly disrespectful to a staff on his team.

The underground parking lot was empty as you both entered, in search for his car. “How dare you let his filthy hands touch you?”

It made sense then, your mind wandering back to the entire conversation. You had been sipping on a glass of wine with Atsumu and Shouyo by your sides, since Kiyoomi tended to stay away from the crowds, you were the one who would mingle around in his stead. Atsumu had promised to keep an eye on you, like always, and by extension, Shouyo gladly tagged along.

Now, you began to understand the glare Atsumu was giving the PR, and the worried looks Shouyo casted over his shoulders. Now, it made complete and total sense. The man had been flirting with you. You hadn’t notice, your mind was a bit clogged up with Kiyoomi and the way his suit fit him too perfectly, you hadn’t even noticed when he had touched your shoulder.

You barely had enough time to register your surroundings before your harshly pressed against his sleek black car, his hand around your throat and his eyes dangerous. The mere look sent bouts of pleasure and fear coiling around your body, and you only tighten your thighs around the knee pressed between you.

“Omi, you’re hurting me,” You whimper softly, pathetically, tears prickling at your eyes.

“I asked you a question, dumb bitch. I expect an answer.” He spat, eyes glaring angrily into yours. His grip tighten a bit, just enough to tease your airway.

“I’m sorry, Omi! I didn’t realize it, I promise!” You cry, hands coming up and grabbing at his arm. He didn’t move for a moment, eyes boring into your watery ones.

He sighed under his mask, loosen his grip. “Hm, you’re right, my little wife never realizes it.” His hand removes from your throat and cards through your hair softly, he kisses your forehead through his mask. “This is why I have to protect you, too dumb and pretty for your own good. You know that, right?”

“Only for you, Omi.” You mutter, wet eyes staring up at him with a doe like express. “Only pretty and dumb for you.”

He smirked, though unseen. “Yes, you are. Come, let’s get you into the car.”

“Ack! Eight, ‘m sorry Omi.” You whimper, trying to keep as still as possible as Kiyoomi rubs almost lovingly at your burning ass cheek. If you’d thought you were getting away for being a little dumb bitch and not noticing that filthy man’s hand on you, you were wrong. Kiyoomi was clear when it came to you, his beautiful ditzy wife, that no one was allowed to touch you. Not unless he’s permitted it.

“N-Nine! ‘m sorry Omi,” your hands clench the bedsheets in a tight grip, eyes squeezing close as the harsh pain spread around your bottom.

“Ah! Ten, ‘m sorry Omi.” You cried out, happy to finally be done with this punishment. You just wanted to shower, take off your makeup, comb through your hair, and sleep. But the moment you both had entered the house, he’d chased you down the hallway and sprayed you over his knees, bunching your expensive satin dress up to your waist and dealt his punishment.

You stood then, dress falling around your bare ass and legs. You couldn’t walk away, not when Kiyoomi’s large hand yanked you forward. “Did I tell you to stand, hm?”

“I wanna shower,” you whine, trying to pull your arm free. But, he only rose a brow at you. The way he looked at you, as if he knew that you didn’t want to shower, sparked a small amount of anger in your veins. And as a serious as you could, you shot him a nasty glare. “Let me go, Kiyoomi. I want to shower.”

“Watch your tone, angel.”

“Not unless you let me go.”

“Oh? Baby trying to argue?”

You huff in annoyance, trying to yanking your arm his tight grip. “Let me go, Sakusa!” You yell angrily, arm finally breaking free and you walked away then, mumbling angrily to yourself.

If there was one thing you’ve never learned when being with Kiyoomi, is to never turn your back on him when fighting. Not only is he going to get angry, but it will lead to some pretty hard fucking, and your ability to walk tomorrow is gone. But, you never learn, you’re a bit dumb, it’s okay. You both get what you want in the end.

You didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself before you find yourself against the bedroom wall, his large hand entangled in your hair, exposing your neck to the wall. “Who do you think you’re talking too, Y/N?”

“I’m talking to Sakusa Kiyoomi, who else?” Brave? No. Smart mouthing? Yes. Is that a good idea? No. Ten out ten would recommend if you’re looking for good sex. But, right now, you were not looking for good sex, right now, you wanted to shower, you wanted to sleep.

“Your mouth is going to get you into some trouble, baby.” His breath was warm against your ear, and you struggled to hold in the shiver of pleasure. “I’m going to ask you again, and you better answer me correctly. Who do you think you’re talking to?”

You swallow, eyes flickering up and meeting his. The defiance in your eyes were clear. “You.”

He chuckled, “my silly little wife.” He backed away, turning you around then. “I can see that you’re not in the playing mood, right now.”

You stare at him in momentary confusion, this was a new reaction. “W-what?”

He looked at you, “what?”

“But, s-sex?”

“You want to shower, no?”

Yes, you wanted to shower. You wanted sleep. Not sex. That’s what your brain wanted of course, your body wanted Kiyoomi. “No...?”

“No?” His smirk widen almost cruelly. “Too bad, I’m not fucking you after that disgusting man touched you.”

“Omi?!”

“What happened to Sakusa?”

“I-I... No, touch me, please!”

He shook his head, backing away and sitting on the bed. “Sorry, I’m not touching you until you shower.”

Why were you complaining? You wanted this. You wanted to shower, not have sex. Why were you practically begging him to fuck you?

Huffing, you nod firmly. “Fine, I’m showering. And we’re not having sex for a month!”

“Ditzy wife.”

“Two months!”

Obviously, Kiyoomi was a man that knew how to get his way. It always his way or the highway. That had been the biggest deal breaker when you first met the man. He was too... much for you. Too clean, too big, and too mean for someone like you. Admittedly, you weren’t the smartest person in the word, you passed high school but wasn’t smart enough to get into college, but that was okay.

Your mother always said that you should be grateful that you were beautiful, you could find yourself a rich man and be taken cared of. That had been exactly what you did, you ound a man, who was rich, who was handsome, and you thought yourself clever enough to play him. You had been wrong. God, he was mean, so mean, and cruel, but he had emotions, and it was rare to see them, but they were there, and he was taking care of you.

It didn’t take long for you to actually fall in love with the man. And him, loving you. Your family hated him, though. He was a famous, professional athletic. Your parents didn’t believe that to be a good enough job. Your mother wanted you to find a rich, old ceo old to marry, cause lord knows you’ll only ever work at a restaurant or club if you had to fend for yourself, that way when he died, and everything was left in your name, you would be rich, and a ceo.

Even you knew it didn’t work that way. You didn’t care that they didn’t like Kiyoomi, you loved him, and he accepted you, as you accepted him, and that was all that mattered.

But, as you said. Kiyoomi was a man who knew how to get what he wanted.

And, right now, he wanted his dumb little wife folded in a mating press as he fucked into you mercilessly. Your mouth stuffed with his fingers, and your legs shaking as the pleasure rack through your body.

Your moans were muffled, and Kiyoomi stared at you in amusement and lust. “My ditzy wife looks so pretty with my fingers done your throat, and your cunt stuffed full of my cock.” He pushed his fingers down further, and you choke, hands gripping at his biceps in a death grip.

He pulled his fingers away, holding your mouth open before leaning down and spitting directly inside your mouth. “Hold it there, whore. You swallow and you’ll get punished.”

His arms formed pillars around you, his cock dragging against your gummy, fluttering walls in quick strokes. “You’re mine, my wife, my whore. No one else’s, you hear me?” You could only nod, eyes fluttering close. “No one is allowed to touch you, fuck your messy little holes but me, got it?” Your moan is muffled.

“Swallow,” he demanded, and you did as told, swallowing and opening your mouth so he could see. “Good girl,” he hummed, quickening his pace.

Your body was covered in marks, ones that had did the moment he jumped into the shower with you. He left them on your neck, your breasts, your tummy, and thighs, he’d even bitten into your wrist. He didn’t plan to stop until all of your limbs had at least two marks on them.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!” You moan, hands moving to his back and nails scratching shallowly at his skin. “Omi!” With each thrust, you could feel your stomach tightening and your walls fluttering. The pleasure coursed throughout your body rapidly, his warm breath against your cheek causing shivers.

“C-cumming!” You announce sharply, nails digging into his back as your thighs tense. “P-pull out, I’ll make — ngh! — make a mess!”

Kiyoomi didn’t listen, leaning back and hooking his hands underneath your thighs. His eyes zeroed in on your sopping cunt, watching the way you stretch around him. Your warnings about making a mess went through one ear and out there other.

Your moans grew louder, head turning into the pillows to muffle them. You try to close your legs, anything to minimize the forthcoming of your squirting release. But, Kiyoomi’s hand were strong and he held your legs open as you release over him.

Immediately, you feel a sense of dread forcing your high away. Your mouth formed the words, but your throat gave away when a hard pressure was placed there. Opening your eyes, you were met with Kiyoomi’s dark ones, looking at you as if you were the best damn meal he’d ever had.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips before uttering, “keep still, angel, I’m doing this again.”

note — i hate this, i hate this, i hate this, i hate this. i’m literally in the middle of trying to change my theme and writing style and i’m throwing up?? pls, anon, don’t hate me, i tried with this. it’s not a long piece of smut bc i didn’t know if u wanted it, :(

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #✨.requests.#🌚.dirty #sakusa #tw.degradation #tw.manipulation

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fruityutas · 4 years ago

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𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝘁 | 𝗱.𝘀𝗰

unknown fem x sicheng x fem!reader

genre ~ smut, no plot it’s literally just sicheng going ham on u and another girl

not proofread

wc ~ 1.1k

synopsis ~ sicheng is rude and cocky, ur a brat and he decides to punish you by fucking another girl while u watch <3

warnings ~ unprotected sex, threesome, cum eating, girl x girl, voyeurism, harddom!sicheng, sub!reader, spitting, marking, praise, creampie, mommy kink

note ~ sicheng brainrot thanks to someone who will remain anon but they slid in the dm READY with the nsfw thoughts thank u shawty bae

you stand frozen in the doorway, the sight of sicheng fucking another girl burning in your eyes. his gaze meets yours and a smirk makes its way onto his face. he calls you over and tells you to sit. “sit there and take off your clothes. be a good girl for me.” you do as he says, not wanting to anger him. sicheng was a sadistic bastard, he enjoyed seeing you like this, hurt. the girl's moans echoed in the small room and made you aware she was still there. sicheng continues to order you around.

“y/n, look at me. this could have been you had you not acted like a brat yesterday.” you can only nod at him, avoiding eye contact. “touch yourself. i want you to think about me while you do it.” your fingers make their way down your torso, softly caressing on their way down. you sit completely naked in front of your boyfriend and the girl, embarrassed. you touch your clit and a soft moan falls from your lips. sicheng growls out “louder, i want to hear you brat.” one hand rubs circles on your clit while the other teases your hole. juices leak out of it, lubricating your fingers. soft moans spill from your lips as you stimulate yourself, getting off from just the sight of sicheng pistoning his hips into another woman.

“sicheng please,” “that’s not my name right now, princess.” you can barely stutter out a “sir” before the feeling of an orgasm creeps down your spine. “sir, please can i cum? i’m sorry for being bad, please just let me cum.” sicheng shows no remorse on his face when he spits out a “no.” you move to stop touching yourself but sicheng doesn’t let you. “you better not stop, slut. keep going, and if you cum then it’ll be the last time for the rest of the week.” it’s so hard to hold out, the pleasure from your fingers almost too much. sicheng’s grunts mixed with the girl’s moans echo in your ear as you squeeze your eyes shut to concentrate on not climaxing. “come here.” sicheng’s deep voice coaxes you softly but sternly. you stand and move closer to them, nervously playing with your hands. the woman reaches out to you, pulling you onto the bed in a laying position. she moves until she’s hovering over you, smiling almost dubiously.

she reaches down and runs her finger through your hair gently. “you’re such a pretty thing. will you be a good girl for me? for mommy?” her voice is like that of a siren, dripping with persuasion. you nod meekly and she leans down to place kisses on your neck, sucking bright purple splotches as decoration. her nimble hands roam your torso, stopping at your breasts to pinch and flick at your nipples. she trails her mouth down to one nipple, latching on and swirling her tongue around the bud. you moan out and arch your back, pushing yourself further into her mouth. you feel fingers prod at your pussy, spreading the wet arousal that had built up. you peek down at sicheng, who is the culprit. he simply smirks before plunging two fingers inside of you. tilting your head back from the pleasure gives more access to the woman above you. her sultry voice rings in your ears. “you’re being such a good girl for mommy. open your mouth, baby” you comply with her direction and she leans over and spits. “now swallow.” again, you follow what she says and she smiles at you. “such a good girl for her mommy. don’t you think she should be allowed to cum?” sicheng grunts in agreement, his fingers still going in and out of your pussy. the woman maneuvers herself so that her cunt is above your face, glistening with fluid. “i know you can eat pussy baby, c’mon and go for it.” your lips attach to hers in a flash, eager to please. a shudder runs up her spine, halting her movements for only a second before her mouth connects to your clit. her tongue swirls around it while sicheng’s long digits work your inside walls. the orgasm from before was still fresh in your system, causing you to reach the breaking point much quicker than normal.

“cum.” sicheng’s rough voice commands you, and like it was instinct, you do. a warm sensation in between your legs paired with the praises coming from the woman is all you can sense at the moment. “since you’ve been so good for us, i’ll let you cum again. get on all fours.” you scramble into position, not wanting to upset sicheng anymore. the woman, whose name you still didn’t know, slid underneath you. she was pretty above you and pretty below you, though you knew she was still dominating you at any angle. sicheng doesn’t waste time prepping you for his cock, instead choosing to shove it in, bottoming out in the first stroke. you lurch forward from the momentum, tits bouncing above the woman’s mouth. she pulls you down to take a nipple in her mouth. you moan out into the thick air of the room, unable to hold back anymore. sicheng’s girthy cock pushing and pulling against your warm walls. it was overwhelming, to say the least, and your second orgasm of the night was coming up on you quick.

“sir please let me cum, i can’t hold it.” a smack to your ass makes you yelp. “ask her.” you try to maintain eye contact with the woman below you. “can i cum? please let me cum!” she chuckles at your fucked out expression, fondling your breasts gently. “what’s my name, baby?” you hesitate to say the word you knew she wanted you to say. sicheng delivers another harsh smack to your ass growling in your ear. “say it.” your arms give out and you fall to rest on the woman. “mommy, please! let me cum, let me cum i can’t hold it anymore!” stroking your face and giving you praises, she tells you to cum and you explode. your tight walls squeeze sicheng’s cock so well that he cums without warning. you feel his cum spill inside you, coating your walls. he pulls you off the woman and lays you on your side, watching his cum drip out of you. taking some with his fingers, he brings it up to your lips. you gladly open your mouth and suck his fingers clean. the room was hot and full of pants from the three of you.

“maybe now you won’t be a brat anymore.”

#neowritingsnet #neosmutcollective #NCT #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct imagines #wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv smut #wayv imagines #wayv sicheng #sicheng scenarios #sicheng x reader

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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill. "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu. "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

hhhh,,, BESTIE OMFG UR SO SO SO TALENTED WTF???? do u have a blog cs if so sharty drop the @ ahaha (jk only if u feel comfy!!) i just mean WOW WOW WOW WOWIE

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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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repentance - knj | m

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking, Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks. here it is. The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf. i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc. i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo. this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t! thank you for believing in me lmfao. pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all. Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio. You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules. Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively. Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

Namjoon is silent on the drive home. His face is expressionless, but his eyes give it away. He looks a touch angry, a touch excited, but he mostly radiates possession. If there’s something that Namjoon hates, it’s sharing you.

Your playful flirting with Jimin had been just that—playful. Jimin was your dance partner going on 10 years now, ranging from ballroom to jazz and tap, to contemporary and international. Jimin was always your go-to guy, best friend, and occasional fuck buddy. Namjoon knew this, knew the history between you two, but still allowed you your freedom in dancing and competing with the blonde. Sometimes it was just so easy to fall back on old habits, when you’d grind on Jimin so hard that he’d rip your shorts down and take you against the hardwood floor of the studio.

Even though you were quite happy in your relationship with Namjoon, it was hard to re-route the synapses that led elsewhere when you were dancing.

But you loved Namjoon, and you had for a long time. It was something you were working on, the flirting and the carelessness. Namjoon was supportive, loving, and a natural caretaker.

He was also a sadistic Dominant.

Where Namjoon was sensitive, sweet, communicative and giving in the streets, he was disgusting and filthy and downright heinous in the sheets.

And you loved every single aspect of it. There was nothing that thrilled you more than the control he wielded on you, the power in his gaze and in his hand, and the possession he took of you.

It was the reason none of your relationships worked out before him. Sure, there had been pleasant guys and excellent fucks like Jimin. But Namjoon was the entire package, plus some. You trusted him with your entire life, your whole being. He grew up alongside you, and you knew the man would rather injure himself than ever cause you harm.

It’s what made the punishments, the pain, even more delicious. He took you to your breaking point, sometimes even further, because he knew you could take it. And you trusted, loved and adored him for it.

But that didn’t mean it was easy.

No, while the punishments and pain were fun in the long run, they still sent a thrill of fear down your spine.

It’s been awhile since you got your boyfriend this worked up. Things had been pretty smooth sailing for the last few months. Sure, he was still a maniac in bed, but it was the scripted and practiced scenes you both knew by heart. Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary.

But this was real. Tangibly real. You could feel the tension rolling off his toned body, the heat of it ensnaring you, tying you up tight.

You want to apologize, open your mouth and begin the litany of sorry’s and I didn’t mean to’s, but your throat felt dry. You knew it was useless to try now, and the act might make him more upset.

The punishment he would inflict upon you would absolve you, baptize you of your sins. He’d sacrifice your flesh to be remade.

The car pulls into the garage of your shared home. Namjoon parks, closes the heavy door behind the car, then sits in the car staring straight ahead.

He’s silent for a moment. It puts your nerves on edge and he knows this, knows you hate the silence more than anything else.

“You are going to get naked. Right now.” He orders, still not facing you. He focuses his eyes on the wall of your garage. “You will leave your dirty clothes outside where they belong. And you will crawl from the car into the house.”

You nibble at your lip, waiting for more instructions. He turns and levels a look at you, and your body lights with fire.

“I want you to retrieve your collar and the handcuffs and bring them to me in the bedroom. You will get in position for me.”

He looks at you once more, seeking your eyes for any sign of fear, anything to tell him he’s going too far.

While your heart races, you nod and swallow tightly. You’re scared but not enough to stop him. You have a safe word for a reason but you haven’t needed to use it yet and you trust Namjoon more than you trust yourself.

He takes stock of your agreement and exits the car, leaving you alone as he trudged up the stairs leading to the house.

It takes one shuddering breath before you step out of the car, peel your sweaty workout clothes off, and slide down to your knees. There're cameras in the garage for security, and you know he’s watching them to ensure you’re listening to his orders.

The floor of the garage is dirty. You take one movement forward and look at your hands to find they’re already covered in black soot from the dirt and oils of the car tires driving in and out. You make a face but quickly pull out of it. This is your punishment.

You crawl up the steps and gingerly open the door, then make your way to your linen closet where your collar and handcuff remain when you’re not at home.

Namjoon gifted you with a home collar and a public collar. The public collar is a beautiful diamond circle pendant that hits right at the hollow of your throat.

The home collar, however, is made out of a study leather material, embedded with gorgeous diamonds. It’s heavy against your throat when you wear it. It’s a constant reminder of your subservient relationship to your Dom, your boyfriend.

The handcuffs hang from their specified hook. Black leather with chains connecting the cuffs. They’re strong, incredibly so, and the thought of being locked up makes your core tighten in excitement and fear.

With the items secure in your grasp, you return to your kneeling position and continue crawling towards the bedroom where your boyfriend awaits. Something inside you bubbles fiercely—what does he have planned for you? It’s been awhile since you’ve been quite literally at his mercy.

Namjoon is standing in front of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as you enter the room. You keep your eyes down, not making contact until he instructs for you to do so. You can feel the power and heat oozing off him, surrounding him like a cloud of authority. You approach and sit in front of him, knees spread wide and sat back on your heels. Your hands offer up the collar and the cuffs, palms up, as you avert his gaze.

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Filthy...” He removes the collar and cuffs off your hands and gazes at the black soot remaining from the dirty garage floor,

“But it suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”, his voice was almost mocking you, ‘’A dirty slut.’’

Quite literally.

Namjoon sets aside your collar on the edge of the bed before crouching in front of you, a lopsided grin curling on his lips as he grabs your wrists as to inspect them,

‘’Even your pretty little hands are soiled, angel.’’ he tsked in disapproval, the mere sound of it making you feel smaller, eyes still fixed on the floor. After all, he hadn’t told you to look at him as of yet.

You don’t know why you thought he would ask you to wash your hands, but you quickly threw aside your anticipations as it catches you off guard with what he does next.

‘’Palms up, angel. Show me your hands.’’

A confused second passed, but you obliged nonetheless, raising both of your hands, palms up to him as if you were begging for something.

The mere sight was absolutely gorgeous to Namjoon.

Without a word, Namjoon collects enough saliva in his mouth, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands closer, letting his spit drip from his tongue down to pool in your hands. Your eyes widen as they stare at the floor, arms twitching instinctively at the foreign sensation.

His grasp around your wrists tightens, ‘’Stay still… Be a good girl, yeah?’’

You nod, relaxing your arms. However the muscles in them feel tired from holding them out for him like this. He knows, he can tell, but says nothing about it. He loves to watch you struggle, adamant to please him.

Besides, you deserve it, don’t you?

Once more, Namjoon spits in your hands. This time, it has a degrading intention; a harsh spitting sound as it lands in your hand. He stands up again, the angle even more delicious from above as he watches you obediently hold his pooled saliva like it was the most precious gift from him.

‘’Go on... Clean up.’’

You bite your lip as the slick saliva spreads in your hands. Your body thrums with humiliation and desire, mixing to make your legs quiver where they kneel before him. You clasp your hands together and rub your boyfriends spit in your hands, attempting to remove as much of the dirt as possible with what he’s given you. It’s messy—the spit is black from the soot. His eyes take you in, the image of you cleansing yourself with him, accepting his spit like the dirty whore you are, that he loves. It makes his cock throb in his jeans. Nothing gets him off quicker than putting you in your place, seeing you accept his degradation with pink cheeks and frightened eyes.

He pulls his shirt off his body and throws it to you carelessly.

“Use it to dry your hands,” he orders.

You comply, wiping the last off you with his shirt.

“Let me see.” You hold your hands up for him to inspect and he smirks, ‘’Good little slut.’’

His hands open the collar wide and you jerk slightly as you feel the pressure of it on your neck. Namjoon pulls it tight around you for a moment, cutting off your air supply, before he releases and secures the collar to sit high on your throat. The ‘O’ ring sits at the center proudly, a place he often uses to leash and drag you around like his pretty, perfect pet.

He moves away from you and towards the armoire at the side of your bedroom. Your heart gallops wildly. The armoire is full of his toys, punishment and reward alike. The unknowing of what he’s getting out to use on you has your cunt dripping with desire and fright.

There’s silence as he gathers his tools, then returns and places them on the nightstand.

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.

You let your eyes flick up to his and your breath catches. He looks incredible. Shirtless, tight pants straining with the bulge of his cock, power exuding from his very pores. Your eyes dance on his chest for just a moment, soaking in the refined lines, then settle at his eyes. They’re darkened with lust, with intention. He looks at you like you are his next, and final, meal.

“I want you to bend over the bed. You will spread your legs and push out your pretty little ass. I’m going to cane you for what you’ve done today.”

Your eyes widen, and he relishes in the fright lingering. He hasn’t used the cane on you in a long time. It’s the most intense tools of impact you own—the one you’re most frightened of.

“You know your safe word, don’t you?” He asks.

You nod.

He tsks. “I asked you a question. Don’t make me open up that mouth for you. You won’t like what I’ll do.”

A shiver runs through you as you weakly open your mouth. “Yes, sir. My safe word is orange.”

He nods. “Good girl. Let’s hope we won’t need it and you’ll take what you are given, hm?” Another nod from you. “Now, do as you’re told.”

You hop up quickly, knees painfully red and sore now, and move towards the bed. You arch down, sticking your ass out towards your boyfriend and spreading your legs shoulder-length apart. He can see all of you, slick folds weeping with desire and anticipation, legs shaking in fear and arousal.

It’s intoxicating to Namjoon, the way you behave and listen. He loves the fright inside you, the way it soaks your cunt for him. He knows the cane is on the verge of being too much, he knows you’ll be weeping both from eyes and pussy at the end of it.

The wood is heavy in his hands. The cane is only a bit longer than a paddle, but it packs an even more intense blow.

“Tell me what you did today. Why do you deserve my cane?” He asks, allowing the cane to tap at your cheeks lightly. ��It makes you jerk and clutch at the blankets below you.

“I—I was dancing with Jimin, sir,” you murmur, voice tight with anxiety.

“Ah ah, you weren’t just dancing,” he corrects. “Don’t pretend to be innocent. You know what you did.”

As you open your mouth to speak, he brings the cane down at the tops of your thighs. It cracks heavily on the skin and makes your knees give out. The sting is like white, hot fire on your thighs. It burns, and makes your cunt clench around nothing. Tears spring at your eyes as you try to answer him.

“I was grinding on him!” you cry as your legs return to standing to accept the next blow.

“You were being a little. fucking. slut.” he intones, then punctuates his words with another whip of the cane—right at the center of your ass. The sound of it hitting your flesh echoes in the bedroom you share, and it makes you cry out in pain. Your knuckles were white from the grasp of the blankets—tears flooding you and spilling onto the duvet. “Say it!” He orders.

You whimper through your words. “I was being a slut, sir!”

‘’That’s right, you were being a filthy, horny cockslut.’’ He snarls, another whip echoing in the room as it falls harshly on your skin, ‘’Horny for Jimin’s cock with the way you were grinding on him, by the looks of it, isn’t that right?’’

He laughs mockingly, landing another whip on the same spot he previously caned, it would definitely bruise. But you didn’t care. And neither did he, he fucking loves your cries.

‘’Tell me, who’s cock are you really a whore for?!’’

He holds the cane high, anticipating your answer.

‘’Y-yours, daddy-- p-please!’’ You cry out, clawing at the sheets, legs quivering.

‘’That’s right, but apparently, you didn’t remember that today, angel.’’ He says with an awfully calm voice, cane still held high.

He ends his caning with one final blow, and it makes your vision black out with the intensity. You’re sobbing now, weeping into the blankets as your legs shake.

It’s the most intense pain you’ve ever felt, ever been dealt from your loving boyfriend. It forces you to understand just how upset you made him, just how angry watching you attempt to seduce another man makes him.

“You’re my little cumslut, you hear that? Mine!”

His hands smooth over your reddened ass, harsh burgundy lines marking where he punished you thoroughly. It makes you whimper through your cries, his warm hands simultaneously soothing and agitating the marks.

He only remains for a moment, ensuring the flare of pain is soothed. As sadistic as he is, he remains sane enough to ensure your safety. Your whimpers have slowed slightly, and he takes it as his opportunity to move on.

He reaches for the handcuffs and takes advantage of your prone position, bent over the bed. He works them around your wrists, tightening them just enough to leave you helpless. He pulls you up and presses his back against you, face at your ear.

“You took your first punishment well,” he encourages as he licks a stripe on your throat, right above the collar that symbolizes you as his. “But I’m not finished with you,” he sighs. “Little cock whores like you are never satisfied with just one little punishment, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and nod. “No sir, I n-need more.”

He chuckles—it’s dark and ominous.

“Dirty fucking slut.”

He turns you to face him and he kisses you roughly, no sign of the sweet and sensitive boyfriend. It’s the Jekyll to his Hyde; the sadistic Dom now kissing you cares only of getting off and making you take it.

His mouth is fiery—teeth biting at your lips and growling when he slips his tongue in your mouth.

“Gonna make you remember who the fuck you belong to, baby girl,” he warns as he pulls away. He urges you down to your knees and you’re easily complying.

His hands are at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and making your mouth salivate in anticipation.

He steps out of his jeans, and you’re rewarded with his thick cock springing free from the confines of his jeans. You should have expected your boyfriend to go without boxers, but it’s a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“Look at you,” he notes. “So desperate for my cock.” He grips it and teases it in front of you. You want to lean forward, capture it in your lips but you refrain and wait for the order.

“You think you deserve this? You think I should let you suck my dick after that little show you put on today?” He gives his length a stroke and it makes you nearly whine with need. “Little fucking bitch wants any cock she can get, why should I let you have mine?”

Your eyes shine with tears, still lingering from your caning and refreshing now with wet, hot desire for him.

“Beg.” He orders, holding his dick in front of your face tauntingly.

“P-please, daddy. Let me suck your cock,” you blubber. “Let me show you that you’re the only cock I need.”

He hums and strokes himself. Watching you nearly weep with want and beg to suck him off has his head reeling. The power rushes through his veins like a drug.

“I think you can do better than that,” he sighs. “Why shouldn’t I just jerk myself off and cum on that pretty face of yours?”

Tears freely spill down your face now. “I want you to use me, I want to let you fuck my throat raw, please, sir!” You sound completely gone and Namjoon feels his impossibly hard cock flex at your needy tone. “Please fuck my throat like the cock whore I am!”

“That’s fucking right,” he grunts. “Open that fucking mouth for me.” Your mouth opens and he’s leaning down to spit harshly at your waiting tongue. It makes you jerk, but you reserve yourself and accept it. “Filthy little bitch.”

He moves forward and sets his cock on your tongue and almost groans at the feel of your hot mouth, swirling with his spit now.

“Make me cum with your mouth, you don’t get to use those hands today.”

He wastes no time on shoving his length into you and down your throat. He gives a few precursory thrusts and sighs as he feels your throat gagging around him and hears your desperate, wet sounds. Tears flow freely—your mascara is smearing down your face as you look up at him, mouth stuffed full. It’s the prettiest sight he thinks he’s ever seen. You’re desperate, absolutely fucked out for him. Saliva dribbles down your mouth and he fucking loves it when you become a mess on his cock.

“Pathetic.’’ He murmurs. But truly, he thinks it was beautiful—the way you desperately take his cock down your throat, the needy look in your teary eyes and the muffled whines vibrating in your throat at his fake disapproval. It makes you work harder, eager to make him feel good.

You bob your head, keeping your eyes locked on Namjoon—he loves it when you’re giving him your undivided attention. It’s sloppy, and you’re loud. Namjoon fucking lives for when all your inhibitions are gone and you’re wanton and horny like a porn star desperate for work.

“Fuck, such a good throat,” he drags a finger up it as he forces his cock to the back of your mouth. He can feel the ridge of his cock through your neck and he nearly cums from that alone. “Taking it so fucking good.” He grips your head and desperately fucks into your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut and will your gag reflex away, let him use you as he sees fit. You egg him in with licks of your tongue as he thrusts in and out, and by the filthy noises you make with each press.

Saliva is dropping out of your lips, and his it covers his cock. Namjoon feels his balls tighten impossibly and knows he’s close.

“Does my cockslut want daddy’s cum? You want me to coat that little throat with it?” He keeps his pace and you nod through your tears. He grunts his approval and picks up the pace, only to explode through his orgasm soon after. His cock pulses as he emptied himself into your mouth and throat, and you suck harder as if thirsty for it.

He pulls it out a moment later with a sated sigh. “My little cum dump,” he smirks as he runs a finger over your lips. “Swallow it all.” You nod and visibly swallow his load, then hold your tongue out to prove it.

“Shit—so good. You’re such a whore you could drink my cum all day, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper. Your throat is rough and sore from his thrusts but you can’t find it in you to care, not even a little bit.

You remain on your knees and he puts a finger under your chin and lifts it higher. “Doing so good, angel. Making me proud.”

It makes your heart nearly implode. Namjoon is sadistic and thrills in your anguish, but loves you all the same. He knows you’re not just able to take it, but you’re desperate to take it. You trust him to never hurt you in a way you couldn’t handle.

“Still have more for you, little one. I don’t think you quite understand who this body belongs to.”

Your eyes shine with excitement and Namjoon can’t help but to smile at it. He uncuffs you and you look perplexed. He never lets you out early.

“Up on the bed, on your back,” he states as he ignores your questioning look. You know better than to deny his order, so you rub at your wrists as you move towards the bed. Your knees are still throbbing from the pressure and you heave a pleased sigh as you melt into the mattress.

“I wouldn’t feel too comfortable,” he chuckles. “It won’t last long.”

In Namjoon’s hands is red shibari rope. It makes your stomach flip. It’s been so long since he’s trussed you up and it thrills you to see the familiar smooth bindings.

“Thighs to your chest,” he orders. “Spread them wide, show me this needy little cunt.”

You do as he says, pulling your thighs up to meet your chest and spreading them open. He stares at your core, it’s dripping now. It drips down you and stains the comforter. Namjoon tuts. If you’re this wet already, he knows he will need to change the sheets after he’s done with you.

“Look at you,” he intones. “A dumb little slut, open and ready for any cock she can get.” He drags a finger up and down your thigh.

Namjoon gets to work. He loves the way he loses himself in the art of tying you up. He loves watching your chest rise and fall and the little squeaks that come out of your mouth as he knots you up. He loops the rope around the left thigh, then draws in your left calf to tie it in. You’ll be spread open, unable to stretch your legs out until he gives you permission.

He glances up at you every so often as he continues, checking to make sure he’s not cutting off any vital circulation. As cruel as he is, he doesn’t intend to actually maim you. You never show a sign of pain, just the glazed look you hold as your body gives in to your subservient intuition. It makes Joon smile and his heart clench in his chest. He really fucking loves you.

You’re soon tied up completely from the waist down, both legs tied together and spread open with pussy on display. Your hands are free and just as you’re about to relish in it, Namjoon is looping more rope to tie each wrist to a bedpost. He grins as you gasp. You’re completely tied up and at his will, and you’re embarrassed at how open you are in front of him, how dripping wet you get from being tied up and useless.

Namjoon is moving around and you suddenly hear a vibration and it gets closer as he approaches you.

“Gonna make you cum for me, babygirl... Gonna play with you until you fucking squirt everywhere.”

Your legs clench together as you notice he is holding a Hitachi wand in his hand. You know the power it wields. It brings you to your finish nearly instantaneously. Which means Namjoon has decided your next punishment will be denying you any orgasm and continually bringing you to the edge… or making you cum so much your cunt hurts. You don’t know which is worse.

He notices the look on your face and grins. “Yeah, you know what this is, don’t you?”

Namjoon places the bulbous head of the wand on your cunt and you cry out instantly. He drags it up and down your drenched slit and you’re already feeling so close to the edge.

“You better fucking scream, don’t hold back,” he orders. “Remind this whole fucking neighborhood who gets you off. Make sure Park fucking Jimin hears it.”

He stops rubbing it up and down and lets it sit right on your clit and watches your face contort as your tied legs struggle against the wrappings. It’s too much, it feels like you’ve been lit up. Namjoon gloats in your struggle. He sees your cunt dripping with increasing fervor, can tell you’re squeezing those walls around nothing. He can’t wait to bury himself inside you once and for all and coat your walls with his cum.

“You know you better fucking ask permission to cum,” he reminds you. “You better not cum unless I tell you.”

Your tear-streaked face is twisted in pleasure, in pain. You feel yourself unwinding, increasing towards your finish like a bullet.

“D-Daddy! Please! I need to cum! Please!” You’re begging harder than you’ve begged in your life, you’re certain. It feels like the string inside you will snap any second now and you’re holding off the orgasm as hard as you can. Without the use of your legs, you find yourself unable to slow the inevitable.

“No,” he states firmly. “Fucking take it. You can keep going.” He growls his words and watches as your cunt is helpless. “Little whores like you can fucking take it.”

It’s useless, you’re falling apart at the seams. You’re pleading with him to let you cum, legs now completely convulsing in their restraints. It snaps, the coil inside bursts and you’re careening towards the end. You whine and cry helplessly as your pussy pulsates around nothing and oozes out your arousal. Your face burns in shame as you come down-—you know exactly what you’ve done wrong.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry, Daddy!” Tears fall harder and you’re gasping for his forgiveness, for his mercy. “I’m so sorry!”

‘‘Tsk, tsk.’’ Namjoon tuts. “My little slut couldn’t even follow her one and only instruction.’’ He removes the wand for just a moment. “You better fucking listen this time.”

Your body feels overstimulated. The pleasure is bordering on painful and you yelp as Namjoon places it back on your overworked clit.

“You can make up for it if you squirt for me,” he grits. “Maybe I’ll stick my fingers in this tight cunt. Always so desperate for Daddy’s help, aren’t you?”

You whine at the thought of him filling you, but it’s overtaken by the feeling of the wand back on you. It’s painful, but it feels so good. Your body is held back by one single tripwire, ready to snap at any moment. Namjoon knew that restraining your arms and legs left you completely helpless to slow your own orgasms. He wanted you to fail, wanted to punish you for cumming when he knew damn well you wouldn’t last a fucking second under the wand’s vibrations.

“P--please!” your whines are breathy. You feel as if you’ve just run a marathon and you’re desperate for air. Your entire body is singing with rapture, with pain. You feel a deep desperation to feel him inside you. “I need you! Need your fingers!”

Namjoon groans at the sound of your whines. It’s his favorite, when you’ve finally snapped past a breaking point and he pushes you beyond. The way you’re desperate, begging and crying for him is pathetic. He fucking loves it.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” he comments. His cock is raging again, hard and ready to bury itself inside you. But he waits. He’s nothing but patient for you. “You sound like a little fucking whore. Are you Jimin’s whore?”

You blubber a cry and shake your head, feeling the oncoming orgasm approaching again. It feels even more intense.

“No! I’m yours! O-only yours, Daddy!” The simple crying is turning into sobs and you both can tell you’re nearly on the edge.

“That’s fucking right,” he snarls. “This pussy belongs to me. Not fucking Jimin. Not even you. I own you.” His words run cold through your body, it feels as if your veins have iced over. You’re absolutely under his spell and control, and you’ve never loved anyone more.

“Cum for me, filthy slut. Let me see you get Daddy nice and messy.” He shoves two fingers inside you, and curls them to reach the spot that has you reeling. He knows he’s made it when you’re arching on the bed and screaming through your sobs.

“G-gonna cum, oh god--” you’re gasping for air, greedy for it. “There, f-fuck!”

The orgasm that hits you is stronger than any before. It feels like your cunt turns into a vice and you’re squeezing around his fingers so hard it makes Namjoon hiss. Your body spasmed and trembled as you came, and finally Namjoon is rewarded when your cunt gushes all over his fingers, dripping down his hand.

“Holy shit,” he gapes as you finally return to earth from your skyhigh completion. “Dirty fucking slut. You did so good.”

Namjoon’s cock is pulsating. He’s sure if he doesn’t get inside you, now, he’ll shatter.

“Nasty whore is going to get one more. You’re gonna cum on Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

You’re nodding weakly. You’re far gone, mind so dizzyingly high and body exhausted. “P-please, need you.”

He takes no care to line himself up or take time. He’s pressing against your hole in one moment and is buried to the hilt the next. You’re so wet it feels like he’s drowning and he throws his head back in bliss. Even after two explosive orgasms you’re tight around him, molding around each ridge of his cock.

“Oh, god--” he groans. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in.” The praise doesn’t last long, so you soak it in while it lasts, ‘’Gonna pump you full of my cum, angel-- f-fuck..’’ You’re crying and whining as he pumps into you. It feels so good.

‘’Gonna have you nice and swollen with my child, so everybody knows just who the fuck this little whore belongs to.’’ His thrusts are so powerful that it’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse with you, he’s no longer holding back any reservations. His hips bump against you as he stuffs you full, chasing his end. He drops a hand to your clit, knowing it’s battered from the wand but can’t find it in him to care anyway. He wants you to orgasm again, and he’s going to get it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be so plump and pregnant that everyone will know what a depraved, little bitch in heat you are for me.”

Impossibly, you feel your belly tighten and tug and you’re edging closer and closer to yet another orgasm that Namjoon will wrench out of you. You’re crying out, only able to whine and sob his name. He’s fucked the ability to talk right out of you, and you can only think about Namjoon and his fat cock drilling into you and filling you up as if his life depended on it.

Namjoon loves it when you’re fucked out completely. He can tell he’s close, and nearing closer as he watches your sobbing face, smeared with mascara, cry and gasp for his cum. He could cum from watching you beg alone, and now as he pounds into your juicy cunt he’s surrounded in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum--fuck. Gonna fucking fill you,” he hisses as he thrusts so hard it’s nearly bruising. His grip on your hips tighten, blunt nails digging into your skin as he lets out a loud and guttural moan as his cock desperately throbs inside of you. He keeps his power, but the pace dies down with each thrust. He fucks his cum deep inside you, and rubs at your clit punishingly. His warm seed jammed inside you snaps everything and you’re crying pathetically as you reach your high, walls contracting and milking him. Your vision is black and you only hear the rush of your blood in your ears.

It takes a few stuttering breaths to finally come to, and your vision returns to normal. Namjoon remains buried inside you and he’s panting just as hard as you. You’re both dripping in sweat and covered in your combined juices. He cups a hand on the side of your face and smiles at you as you both attempt to return to normal.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle. He slowly pulls out of you and you’re wincing at the loss. You’re sure you won’t be able to walk, let alone even stand.

You nod gingerly. “Really fucking good.” you whisper. Everything is sore, and it’s a feeling you can’t compare to anything. It’s a burning ache that reminds you of Namjoon, of your love, of the trust you willingly hand over to him and the bliss he gives in return.

“Let’s run a bath,” he states as he leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss. The Namjoon you love is back, the sweet and compassionate lover who cares about every single aspect of you.

“I would love that,” you sigh. “But, could we maybe untie my legs before I lose any more circulation?”

The both of you erupt into laughter as his hands work over the intricate knots. He winks.

“Needy little whore.”

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Hey so umm I found u on you tube on a post or a kenma playlist hahahaha and I wanted to see ur stuff and ur Atsumu story is bom but I wanted to ask is you could do a kags kenma or Akaashi story sorry and thanks 🖤

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➷ character: timeskip kenma kozume x gn! reader ➷ type: fluff ➷ warnings: - ➷ song rec: our summer - txt

hi anon ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i just had no motivation to write <3 anyways, i wrote a kenma story for u, i left the ending kind of vague, i hope u don’t mind ><

“Y/N. You’re late.”

“Sorry.” You said, a guilty smile on your face.

“Take a seat, and we’ll get started.”

You sigh in relief as you slump against your seat. You glance at your wrist- 8.05 AM. “Late again, Y/N?” A particular blonde-haired boy muttered, a smirk on his face. “You know my name.” You replied- almost on instinct. You didn’t recognize the boy- maybe he was from another class? “Of course I know your name.” The boy says, eyes still glued to the presentation. “I had something to do today.” You replied hesitantly- he was a stranger anyways.

“I’m Kenma. Kenma Kozume.” The boy says, finally glancing over to you.

Sharp brown eyes locked with yours. It was a feeling like no other- the way he looked at you. Your heart almost lept out of your chest- who was he? You felt your cheeks flare up and you cough awkwardly.

Way to go, Y/N.

You look away, staring into your notebook as you avoid eye contact with him. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You mutter out softly. You hear a soft chuckle from Kenma- something that alerts you. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

On that fateful summer, his heart became yours.

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The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. Most of the library was empty, just some people studying and some horny students swapping spit in a dark corner. As you neared a corner, something caught your eye.

A hooded figure crouched down in a corner, reading a book. Strands of blonde locks peeked out from the black hoodie, aswell as a pair of sharp brown eyes. The eyes that you’d recognize anywhere- Kenma Kozume. You gulp nervously as you observe him- the way his long fingers stroked against the pages of the books. Everything he did looked elegant and poised, like he was some sort of prince. Your eyes trailed across his hoodie, and his eyes caught yours. His eyes were warm and welcoming- unlike the pursed lips he had on.

“Enjoying the view?” He said, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

You chuckled awkwardly as you put down the books to talk to him. “Hey.” You mutter, trying to avoid his eyes. He chuckled, putting down his book. “What are you doing here?” He says, standing up. Until now, you’ve never observed how tall he was. Your eyes widen in surprise at his height- you’ve never considered him to be tall. “I- uh- I’m looking for a history book. I need it.” You mutter out quickly, trying to cover up your cheeks awkwardly. “Ah. I’ll help you look for it then, I’ve got time to kill.” Kenma says, a smile on his face as he tucks his book back on the shelf.

“Ah, no need! I’m sure I can just-”

Kenma puts a finger over your mouth. “It’s fine. Come on, I think I know what you’re looking for.”

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The next time you see him, he’s in a suit. Yes, a full fledged suit. “Oh, hey Y/N!” Kenma says as he spots you from across the campus garden. Unlike Kenma, you were dressed comfortably in sweats. These days, you’re getting along with Kenma pretty well- hanging around the campus often. You wave back at Kenma, who’s surrounded by lights and photographers. Kenma shoots one of the photographers a glance and heads over to you.

“What are you doing? Are you an idol now?” You ask playfully, nodding towards the bunch of people across the garden. “Oh- I’m just doing some shoots for the company.” Kenma says, a small smile playing on his face. Small droplets of sweat hung around his face, sparkling in the sunlight. “Ah- that’s- cool!” You stutter, snapping out of your trance. “You look nice today.” You shoot Kenma a smile, hoping he would notice your interest in continuing the conversation.

Kenma’s cheeks turn pink at your compliment and he chuckles. “Ah- this is nothing, really. I’m sure I look better in my usual- hoodie and stuff.” Kenma says, rubbing his neck awkwardly. You giggle at his response- So I can fluster Kenma. “Hey- are you busy tonight?” Kenma asks, out of the blue. Your mind instantly races to come up with useless theories as to what the question meant. “Y-yeah! I mean- no- I’m not busy.” You stutter, giggling. “Great! Do you wanna… hang out tonight?” Kenma asks, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Was this real? No, it couldn’t be. You chuckle- internally hoping that this was a joke. “You can say no!” Kenma hurriedly says before your mouth falls agape. “Oh! You weren’t joking!” You say, baffled. “…Is that a yes?” Kenma asks, unsure. “Yeah. Any tips on what to uh… wear?” You mutter, still shocked. “Casual is fine!” Kenma mutters, a hint of rose on his cheeks. You nod before letting out a small chuckle.

“Well!- It’s been great, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” Kenma says, smiling softly before squeezing your shoulder- a small act of affection. Kenma had never actually touched you so far- which was weird. It felt odd- but so right at the same time. He emmited a warmth, that kept you feeling safe, and somehow, he had a look of adoration for you in his eyes. It felt like a delusion.

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You prance around your room as you think about Kenma- Shit, what was he gonna think? God, I must look like an idiot. Maybe I should cancel. You reach for your phone in a hurry only to be greeted by a text from Kenma.

i’m heading to ur dorm :)

Your eyes widened in surprise. “FUCK!” You shout as you gather your things in a hurry. “Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.” You mutter, and right on cue, someone knocks. “Kenma?” You ask yourself as you open the door in a calm-ish manner.

Kenma’s wearing his usual hoodie, only a phone in his hand. “Hey.” Kenma mutters, smiling. Fuck- he looks so good. “Kenma- hey.” You shoot him a small smile, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to hide your messy room. “Let’s go. Don’t wanna miss the event, right?” Kenma says, a sweet smile on his face as he takes your hand in his. You give him a small squeeze before he drags you somewhere.

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The roof. You’re both sitting there, under the stars, eating stale sandwiches, enjoying each other’s warmth. “So… this is… the hang out?” You ask as you open up a bag of chips. “Yeah. I heard there’ll be tons of shooting stars tonight- so I thought I’d enjoy them with you!” Kenma sighs as he rests his head into your shoulder.

“Can I lie on your lap? Pretty please?”

The request startles you- but you nod- he had such a cute expression. His eyes light up before he settles down his head on your lap, facing the night sky. You brush out a few strands of hair from his face- before retracting your hand quickly. What the fuck are you thinking. You try and brush it off, tipping your head back to observe the stars yourself.

The stars were shining bright along with the moon, glimmering softly, far away. Something catches your eye- a sparkle, coming down slowly from afar. “Y/N look, it’s a shooting star.” Kenma says, pointing to the falling star. “You wanna make a wish, Ken?” You mutter, smiling to yourself. “I wish I never get into a scandal.” Kenma mutters under his breath, enough for you to hear. “You’re gonna get cancelled for that, Ken.” You playfully reply as the shooting star disappears. “Don’t jinx it, Y/N.”

“Look, there are more.” Kenma mutters as he points to more shooting stars. You stare at a particular one- it was not white, but a soft shade of baby blue. “I wish to actually graduate college.” You say, chuckling softly.

“I wish for Y/N to be mine.”

Ah. He did it again. You tense up under him- which he can clearly feel, by the way. “Not funny.” You mutter at Kenma, in which he only has a stupid smirk on his face. “Not joking.” Kenma replies snarkily, in which you feel your stomach churn. “I hate you, Kenma.” You mutter, probably thinking he was joking. You tip your head back again, hoping to avoid Kenma’s face.

“How do I describe it? You make me feel… warm.” Kenma starts and instantly, you feel warm and fuzzy. “When I saw you in class for the first time- god, you were so attractive! How can someone be THAT attractive, it’s just scientifically impossible. And- the way you speak- makes me feel all excited.” Kenma says, sighing softly. “You know- I have never felt like this. Ever. Do- do you feel the same?”

There was a hint of worry in his voice. Oh god- what if he was serious about this? “Kenma… this isn’t funny. Just so- just so you know.” You mutter as you close your eyes. “Y/N. Would you look at me, for a second?” Kenma says. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. You look down to be greeted with those warm eyes. Like the first time you saw him, your heart did backflips as he shot you a warm smile.

On that fateful summer night, you fell in love and the stars were your witness.

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djpurple3 · 4 years ago

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Would you be able to possibly write something for hlvrai? Literally anything I just think it’d be neat to read a hlvrai fic written by you

yo that’s rly sweet anon! i uhhhhh did my best. i wanna make more hlvrai for sure at some point. also the format might be a little weird so bear with

cw for panic attack, gunfire, swearing, brief meds/drugs mention, and uhhh that’s mostly it. Gordon has a breakdown and gets comforted by my boy Coomer. Set like mid Act 4 (but before the finale). 1800ish words.

also @batz (i love ur content sm i hope u dont mind me tagging u)

Gordon is exhausted.

He drags his feet and lets his eyes close for a second – just a second – and tries to imagine what his life was like before this. It shouldn’t be hard. He’s twenty-seven years old, he’s got twenty-seven whole years of experience and memories.

But even working in Black Mesa normally always fucks with your sense of time. And with this constant on-the-run from zombie-alien-military-whatevers and also trying to keep four grown men… Are they even grown men?

Dr Bubby certainly seems the most human, but mostly because he is a very grouchy old man. Dr Coomer has these weird moments, Gordon doesn’t want to think about it too much. Tommy… is older than him? But he doesn’t act it. And that’s okay! But it just means Gordon has to keep an extra eye on him. And Benrey…

Gordon sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Benrey’s monotone voice goads him, and Gordon has to scrunch up his face to try and keep those frustrated, exhausted tears from leaking over. He’s getting no sympathy here. He knows it.

“Yo,” Benrey says again, and he’s right up in Gordon’s face. “You’re being awfully quiet. You… you stealin’ something?”

“No,” Gordon grits out. “The only person stealing things is you, right now.”

“I’m not stealing,” Benrey retorts, and he almost seems offended.

“You’re stealing my sanity, dude,” Gordon insists, not opening his eyes, because if he opens his eyes, he has to look at Benrey, and he can’t do that right now, he can’t bear it.

“You don’t need sanity,” Bubby grumbles in the background. “Stop being a little bitch, and let’s get moving!”

Gordon huffs out a bitter bark of laughter. A little bitch. Right.

“Mr Freeman?” Tommy asks, and Gordon does want to shoot Tommy a comforting look but he knows that if he opens his eyes, he will cry.

“Yo,” Benrey says again. “Yooo, open your eyes, bro.”

Gordon puts his hands in his hair. Or, he tries. He kind of just clocks himself in the head with the fucking machine gun for a hand that he now has, and stumbles straight into a wall with a sharp intake of air. He accidentally looses a few shots into the air, into the wall. He didn’t mean to do that. He can’t be tense right now because he will hurt someone. Unless it’s Benrey, then he doesn’t care. Or does he? He doesn’t know anymore.

Gordon hunkers down on his knees and keeps his face scrunched tight, letting his not-hand thunk to the ground as his left hand tightens in his hair, trying to keep his breathing even and failing as loud rasping gasps escape him.

“…Gordon?”

The dam breaks. Gordon doubles over and hides his head to squirrel his tears away so he can vent his frustration and then they can move on! It’s fine. This is…

He screams.

He can’t handle this. His hand still fucking hurts even though it isn’t fucking there and his ears have been ringing and his glasses got broken a while back and he has to stare at this crack in the lens right in front of his eye all day and there’s just so much going on plus Bubby being rude and Benrey bringing hell. And he aches all over from that explosion with the car.

A hand touches his shoulder, hesitantly, and Gordon flinches back. That’s another thing he can’t handle right now. He can’t control what comes out of his mouth.

“Don’t touch me,” he spits. “Don’t fucking touch me right now.”

“I-I’m sorry Mr Freeman,” warbles a voice, and oh, that was Tommy, and Gordon can only curl in tighter, just wanting to disappear. This is the worst he’s felt this whole time, and that’s quite the feat. This wasn’t supposed to happen, none of it was. And he just can’t catch his breath or a moment of silence because it sounds like Bubby’s grumbling some more in the background and Coomer might be telling him off for being rude, and Tommy is saying something but the crush of white noise in his ears is deafening and Gordon just can’t handle it right now.

The tears had been slight before. Easy enough to hide. But with a whine, the sobs break out and Gordon’s shoulders are shaking with the intensity. He can’t pretend it’s okay, he can’t pretend all the snide comments and the remarks and the running into deadly situations and the aliens and the anything that’s happened in this less-than-a-week is okay. He lost a hand, for fuck’s sake!

There’s the sound of that dumb fucking thing that Benrey does, the singing with the balls? And it is just the wrong kind of tone, it grates against something in Gordon and he isn’t proud but he can’t stop himself from screaming again, trying to block out the sound as he jams his fingers in his ears, or he tries to! He tries to jam his fingers in his ears but! Oh! Where did his right hand go, again? Fucking Benrey and fucking Bubby and the soldiers who cut off his hand!

There’s a sound that might be scuffling feet, and there’s a little bit of shouting at each other, but after some time that Gordon cannot hope to count, the room goes blissfully silent, and it’s enough that the white noise is starting to dissipate. Gordon looks up from the corner he’s found himself in to see Doctor Coomer sitting across from him, a smile on his face but something intensely regretful, or sad, even, in his eyes.

“Hello, Gordon,” he says, but this time his voice is soft, and his usual chipper brightness has been stripped away.

Gordon doesn’t trust himself to speak, but he nods at Coomer instead, at least to acknowledge him.

“We apologise for putting you under so much stress,” Dr Coomer says after a moment. “You have just experienced what I believe is called ‘sensory overload’.”

Gordon closes his eyes and waits for the impending monologue.

Silence follows.

Gordon blinks in confusion, before looking at Coomer again. The old doctor smiles a brave smile back.

“It’s…” Gordon manages to say, and he has to clear his throat before he continues. “It’s just a panic attack. I… I used to get them all the time, especially when I was in college. And I was on meds, but…. Not like I’ve had a chance to go home and take them! But I guess with what’s happened recently, it’s a miracle I haven’t broken down earlier, huh.”

Coomer hums at that.

“It’s never ‘just’ a panic attack, Gordon,” he says seriously. “I realise we have not been taking your mental health into account.”

Gordon laughs.

“There’s no time for mental health in the middle of this shit,” he shoots back, gesturing around with his not-hand.

Doctor Coomer looks rather forlorn as Gordon declares that.

“But still,” he presses, “between the- Hello, Gord-!”

Doctor Coomer shivers from head to toe. Gordon watches with a concerned but weary eye – no longer freaked out by it, but still worried for his friend’s welfare.

“Between Bubby and Benrey’s little stunt,” Coomer continues as if nothing had happened. “And the resonance cascade, and the encounter with my clones!”

He glitches (for lack of a better word) out again, before his eyes come back into focus.

“And much more,” he says, and Gordon is a little surprised, this is the most coherent, longest speech he’s heard out of the old doctor yet. “It’s not been an easy ride for you.”

“I’ve watched you die, like, nine times, Coomer,” Gordon admits, voice cracking. “And I’ve had to rescue you and Bubby and Tommy from other dumb shit more than I can count. And Benrey, oh my god, I want nothing more for that guy to go down and stay down.”

“All for a passport,” Coomer hums, melancholy. Gordon wants to snap at the very word, but Coomer sounds genuinely sad, and he’s also trying to help, so he bites his tongue and deflates with a sigh.

“What I’m saying, Gordon,” Coomer finishes firmly. “Is that I’m sorry. On behalf of all of us, I apologise.”

Gordon stares for a moment. He’s in shock. Sorry? Well, it’s something he’s actually thrilled to get but never expected to receive in a thousand years. Unbidden, more tears prickle at his eyes and Gordon turns away sharply, trying to hide it.

“You’re allowed to cry, Gordon,” Doctor Coomer says softly, and Gordon jolts at it. “It’s not easy being you. Doctor Bubby is a bitch baby sourpuss; don’t listen to him.”

Coomer’s words rip a bark of laughter out of Gordon, which builds, and grows, and turns to tears too easily for Gordon’s comfort, before he’s hiccupping as quietly as he can into his own elbow.

They sit in silence for a handful of moments, before Gordon looks up, with something hesitant in his eyes.

“Coomer?”

“Yes, Gordon?”

“Can I…?” Gordon shudders from head to toe too, before ploughing on with his sentence before he chickens out. “Can I have a hug?”

Coomer has already closed the gap and wrapped his arms around Gordon firmly before the scientist has even finished his sentence. Gordon jolted, at the speed rather than the contact, before giving in and clinging back.

Gordon doesn’t want to let go. Doctor Coomer makes no move to stop.

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After a few minutes tick by, and Gordon’s feeling more human, he pulls away, wiping the last of his tears away with the heel of his hand.

“Thanks, Coomer,” he says quietly. “I… needed that.”

“You’re very welcome, Gordon,” Coomer smiles.

The door opens, and Gordon turns to see Tommy barrelling towards him. Tommy throws his arms around Gordon with a sob of his own.

“Mr Freeman, I’m so sorry,” he chokes out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Gordon rushes, wrapping an arm around Tommy in return. “Ain’t your fault, Tommy. It just… got a little much, is all. Sorry for yelling at you.”

Bubby and Benrey shuffle back into the room as well, and Bubby at least has the good grace to look sheepish.

They stare at each other for a moment, before Gordon just sighs.

“I…,” Bubby mutters, wringing his hands. “I’m… ugh, sorry, Gordon.”

“You don’t gotta say it, Bubby,” Gordon shakes his head tiredly. “But… thanks.”

Gordon doesn’t even bother looking at Benrey. He just pats Tommy’s shoulder comfortingly as the other scientist pulls away with a sniffle.

“It’s okay,” Gordon assures him. “We’re okay. I promise.”

Tommy nods in response, and helps haul Gordon to his feet. They help Coomer up too, and as they go to forge on, Benrey catches Gordon by the shoulder. Gordon looks at him, hard and tired, challenging the security guard to say whatever he was going to say.

Benrey actually, blissfully, says nothing this time. He pats Gordon on the shoulder a couple, awkward times, before turning on his heel and all but gliding out of the room.

Gordon stares after him, rubbing his forehead tiredly, before sighing with a little smile, and continuing onwards, on to whatever fresh hell awaits him next.

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kslgkjdkglkfdgsajlsdf this was certainly. a fic. that i wrote. yessir. hope it’s not as bad as i think it is lmao

#hlvrai #half life but the ai is self aware #gordon feetman #dr coomer #dr bubby #tommy coolatta #benrey #hlvrai benrey #hlvrai fanfic #djpurple3's writing yo #hurt/comfort #the readmore is screwing up again but i swear to u it's a fanfic #1k milestone

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thirsty-x1 · 5 years ago

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Come To Me | Lee Hangyul, Kim Yohan

Request:

hello 🥺 could i req a 99z scenario where hangyul is ur bf and he wants to have a threesome w yohan? and hangyul is more dominate towards u while yohan is more sub and wants to be praised by u and stuff if that makes sense jdjfjdjkj 😳🥺

Omg hi i’m the anon that was reading your kink post i was thinking about hangyul wanting to to anal w/ his s/o and her begging for it. Oof. Idk if anyone else requested something like that but if anyone did then theyre a genius. And if not it’s okay i’ll wait for the next time you open requests! I can be patient!!

↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader x Yohan

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, rough!Hangyul, slight choking, degradation, dry humping, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, double penetration, anal, unprotected/protected sex (?).

↬ Word Count: 3.8k

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your face pressed against the mattress that swallowed all of your moans as Hangyul rammed into you intensely. Your grip on the bed sheets tightened at the same time that he yanked your hair, his other hand coming down harshly on your ass, adding to the already red marks that painted it and making you overly conscious of the butt plug inside of it before pulling you up, back pressed against his chest.

“Hangyul, please…” Your voice came out small and muffled between sobs, just the way he loved it.

“Hmmm, what is it baby? Is this not enough for you?” You shook your head but he ignored you anyway. “Are you afraid of someone walking in on use?” The way your breath hitched gave him the answer. “But wouldn’t you love that, whore? What if Yohan were to get in right now and found you like this?”

“F-fuck, stop, I can’t take it anymore…”

Nothing you said would make him stop now. “Bet you would love it if we both filled your holes up at the same time–” Your walls clenched at the thought, making him hiss and interrupt himself. “Aren’t you quite the slut? About to cum at the thought of Yohan’s cock?”

All the air in your lungs seemed to dissipate as he slid one of his hands up your chest, closing it around your throat and pressing slightly, enough to make you dizzy, grunting when he felt you cum on him and following you just a few thrusts after, spilling inside of you. His kisses seemed almost feather-like as he became sweeter, massaging your legs and caressing your sensitive skin before letting you go and finding some cloth to clean you up, cuddling next to you before whispering soft praises.

“You know… we could invite Yohan over.”

“What are you talking about?” Your slurred words made him smile, feeling proud of tiring you out so quickly.

“He once confessed to me that he would like to fuck you.” You turned around in a swift motion, eyes opening wide before he continued. “He was drunk and thought I was Wooseok.”

“What?!”

“I know, right? How could he confuse me with him, I’m taller and all–”

You shut him up. “Not by much.” Before he could complain, you went on. “Would you really be okay with that?”

Hangyul cocked an eyebrow. “So you really would like that, huh?” He pinned your arms down before you could smack him. “It would be a nice way to prove you that no one else can do it like me.”

And that was all it really took. Your boyfriend’s ego… it could be extremely sensitive, and the fact that he gave in to the experience despite his usual possessiveness was definitely something new. As the days passed, you started to think if it was the right choice, especially since Yohan wasn’t really answering to the request that Hangyul had made.

The screen playing the usual drama lighted up your face when you received a message ordering you to wear the new white lingerie set. It was usual for him to text you something like that, asking you to put on a specific outfit or wait for him in some kind of posture, most of the times it meant he had a rough day, but with that night’s promise in your mind you couldn’t help but to wish that the reason would be just a tiny bit different right now.

You changed into the clothes, your insides already buzzing with anticipation as you checked yourself out in the mirror. The sound of the keys on the door distracted you and you walked to the entrance, fixing the thigh highs before setting your hands behind your back, the heat spreading through your whole body as you saw the two males enter the apartment, a proud smirk plastered in one’s face while the other’s eyes were almost about to pop off.

“Welcome home, you worked hard.” It was the greeting you would always give to Hangyul, most of the times innocently, but for some reason it sounded incredibly lewd the moment you saw Yohan’s ears turn completely red.

“You complied so eagerly, not even replying to my text… guess you are happy that Yohan is here?” It was your turn to blush now while being exposed so blatantly by your boyfriend. “He is quite happy as well. Could you help him out?”

He was giving you the opportunity to give the final step and choose whether you were ready to do so or not, but there wasn’t a single stray of doubt in your body as you walked past him, holding Yohan’s hand softly and pulling him to the room, your heart beating faster as he followed without resistance. You signaled him to sit on the bed, your palms resting against his thighs as you leaned in to ask the definite outcome.

“Do you feel comfortable with this? You can say no, don’t worry.” His eyes went from you to Hangyul to the cleavage of your breasts hugged by the lacy fabric of your bra before nodding hurriedly. “I prefer you use your words.”

Yohan eyes went big and then closed for a second, trying to control the bulge between his legs at your tone. “Y-yes, I’m fine with all… this…” His words started to fall as you straddled him, Hangyul smirking at your boldness.

“You can do whatever you want as long as she gives you permission, don’t mind me.” His deep voice seemed to bring Yohan back to his senses, his head turning to him and nodding once more.

It was about time and getting familiar with the sensation, both for you and for him. There was something about being with another guy in front of your boyfriend that made you feel slightly uncomfortable whilst also incredibly turned on, wondering how would both of them react to each of your actions and whether there would be good or bad consequences afterwards.

All those thoughts seemed to drift off as you felt a strong pair of hands resting on your hips, Yohan gulping when you stared right into his eyes before getting closer and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was… different from what you were used to. With Hangyul, everything was passionate, needy and even aggressive, usually none of you holding back one bit and ending up in a messy state, even when it was something slight it would always end up with one of you biting the other’s bottom lip or licking it, but Yohan was nothing like that. Instead, he was shy, patient, his plump lips becoming a sinful tease as he went deliberately slow, as if he was afraid of committing a mistake, but the more you replied to his touch, the eager he became, sighing into the kiss when you ground down on him.

If Hangyul always felt like pure adrenaline, Yohan was the sweetest sensuality. You rolled your hips, swallowing his breathy voice each time you grazed his clothed erection, enjoying the blush on his cheeks that followed while he apologized. Everything was going well, but not for your boyfriend, the slow burn driving him crazy as he decided to take the matter into his own hands, pulling you off of his friend’s lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” The small voice made your heart clench a bit and you quickly shook your head.

“He can’t deal with something being slow.”

He huffed, unbuttoning the other’s jeans, the expression on Yohan’s face making it hard for you not to laugh as Hangyul took them off followed by his shirt. “It’s too slow. Now sit here, you always talk about how nice his thighs are so there, ride him.”

Again, he exposed you but Yohan was pleased with it, smiling a bit as he patted on the skin. It made you a little bit nervous, the whole showing yourself to an almost stranger, letting him know how you acted in these kind of situations… you hadn’t thought about it before, about how you were going to look at him the next time that all of the group got to meet up or when he would come over with Seungyoun and Wooseok to have a movie night.

“So you like my thighs?” Dirty talking wasn’t something you were going to expect coming from him, not considering how shy he would get at every single thing you did.

Your hips started moving on their own, your eyes closed as you focused on his voice whispering on your ear how much he liked to feel you like this. Your core got wetter and wetter, the friction between the material of your underwear and his skin being too much to resist, a moan leaving your mouth as he clenched his muscles, stimulating your clit and his hands pressing you down more on him.

“Your confidence shoot up quite fast.” You joked as your hand came up to his hair, yanking on it as he let out a small cry. “Such a good boy pleasing me.” His eyes showed all the emotions he was barely holding in, lips slightly parted as your palmed his cock. “It’s only fair I give you some reward.”

It took everything in you to gather up the strength to leave his leg and falling to your knees, your mouth watering as you freed his hard on from his briefs, springing out and standing proud against his stomach. Yohan hissed as you grabbed it, your tongue darting out to lick the precum on the tip before spitting on it, your hand quickly spreading it along his length and starting to jack him off. His tiny gasps whenever you would tease his tip were intoxicating, his flavor making you hum before you felt a hand forcing you down all of a sudden, gagging as his thickness throbbed in your throat.

“Don’t be so conceited, slut. Show him how good you can take cock.”

Hangyul kept you there, his eyes fixed on Yohan who had thrown his head back, his wet thighs shaking at the sensation before letting you go, petting your head as you coughed trying to catch your breath. He kneeled right beside you, fingers slipping past the band of your panties and raising an eyebrow as he felt how wet you were, your body flinching as he inserted two fingers inside in one go.

“Hangyul–”

“Keep sucking, next you will be taking me in that pretty mouth so better loosen up your jaw.”

You went back at your task not without noticing the slight furrowed brows in Yohan’s expression as if he was disapproving his friend and the way he treated you, so you gave his thigh a slight squeeze so that he would relax, smiling before you took his dick into your mouth again, your hands softly massaging his balls as you took him wholly. Hangyul kept fingering you, the wet noises tinting the other’s cheeks and as soon as he noticed, your boyfriend pulled them off of you and in front of Yohan’s mouth, your stomach turning as he obediently sucked on them.

“Fuck… let me taste you, please.”

Despite asking you for permission, he didn’t really wait for an answer as he pulled you up, getting up to change his position on the bed, laying on his back as he looked at you getting rid of your damped panties and straddling his face. Not even a second later he was devouring you, lapping at your juices as one of his hands kept you still and down while using the other to touch himself. His tongue was skillful, not letting one millimeter of your pussy without exploring, lips closing around your clit for a few seconds before going back to taste you completely.

The pleasure flooded you, your eyes shutting tightly as you focused on the feeling until Hangyul gripped your hair, his cock hard and slightly red waiting for your attention. He smeared his precum on your lips before burying himself in your mouth, grunting as he reached the back of your throat and starting to fuck your face roughly, your moans muffled against him while Yohan inserted his tongue in your hole, dick twitching as he felt you tightening up. You tapped twice on Hangyul’s thigh and he pulled away quickly, checking on you and cleaning the saliva that dripped down your lips.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” He laughed at the tears in your eyes. “Why don’t you work for it then?”

Yohan groaned as Hangyul took both of his hands and put them above his head, a silent warning for him to not do anything laid in the air as you let out a whimper, moving your hips to ride his face while holding his hair, your legs starting to shake, your moans getting higher as you felt the edge near… and right then was when your boyfriend pulled you away. You were about to complain when Yohan freed from Hangyul’s grip, turning you around quickly and eating you out wildly, fingers deep inside of you, smiling as he heard your gasps for air, cumming on his mouth.

When he noticed Hangyul’s look, Yohan simply replied with a: “You get to make her cum every day, I don’t.”

“You could…” You were on the bed, trying to recover from the intense orgasm. “Thank you, Yohan. That was… amazing.”

Up until now, he had been perfectly okay, but hearing you praise him with a thin voice made him feel shy all over again, his cock twitching as he replayed the way your body reacted to his touch before licking his fingers clean once more. Seeing the whole situation, Hangyul felt a little threatened, as if the power had slipped off his hands and somehow ended up with nothing instead.

“Use him.” Both of you turned to him, confused at his tone. “He wants to be used by you, so use him. Ride him.”

“But I just came–”

“Did I stutter?” You fell silent at his tone, eyeing Yohan and feeling slightly guilty when you realized just how hard he was. “Fix what you caused, y/n. Right now.”

Shivers ran up and down your spine at the mention of your name, letting you know he wasn’t happy and that he would most definitely let it out on you. Whether that would be now or later wasn’t clear, but all you could do was follow his orders, getting on top of Yohan and slowly letting you down on his members, holding back a moan when he filled you completely, the oversensitivity making you need to stop for a bit. Apparently, he felt the same, resting his forehead on your chest as he tried not to ram into you, leaving small hickeys on the valley of your breasts before getting rid of your bra and tossing it to Hangyul before his lips closed around one of your nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth before sucking in harshly.

While you tried to focus on controlling your sensitivity, another pair of lips were on your neck, a cold sensation on your other hole as Hangyul’s fingers spread the lube on it before sliding in and scissoring them, softly stretching you out while biting on your skin. Yohan’s breathing hitched up as he felt your walls suddenly clenching down on him, almost pushing him to his own orgasm.

“I d-don’t think I’ll last much…” His voice had become whiny, his eyes hazy as he bucked upwards.

“Just wait a bit more, baby boy, just a bit more and you can cum inside me.” Your words seemed to flick a switch on inside of him, greedily looking into your eyes, throwing his head back when Hangyul harshly spanked your ass causing you to tighten again.

“You decided that on your own?” Another spank landed on your butt cheek. “Greedy whore… then I guess I will be claiming this one then.”

A sudden rush of excitement filled your body. He had been preparing you for quite some time with different sized plugs and other toys, but to think that today was going to be the first time for him to finally fuck your asshole made you impossibly wetter. He grabbed a condom, taking care to spread the lube on his cock as well before pressing against your entrance, the pain being momentarily as he had already stretched you out enough. Right when it looked like he was about to enter you completely, he stopped and pulled out, his teasing being enough for you to catch the indirect.

“Please… please fuck my ass.” It wasn’t enough, apparently, since he slapped his member against your entrance a few more times. “F-fuck, Hangyul, just put it in–!”

In a second he was half way inside you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back before continuing, throwing his head back at the tightness, getting to feel barely how your other hole was completely full as well. You dug your nails on Yohan’s shoulder, opening your eyes only to find yourself with him covered in sweat and breathing heavily as now both of them were buried deep within you, also both completely still but for different reasons. As soon as you got used to the new feeling, you rocked your hips backwards, a choked out moan leaving all of you at the friction and you did it again, the pit of your stomach tightening at the feeling of fullness.

However, you didn’t have the control much longer: Hangyul gripped your hips and started slamming into you, the sound of skin slapping sounding much louder and lewd than usual whilst Yohan rammed your pussy, your juices adding to the symphony you were creating and making you feel so much shyer than before. It was impossible to hold back your moans, the new experience numbing out all of your senses while also taking them to an extreme all at the same time, having both of them hit new spots with each thrust.

“What a slut… loving to get both of your holes drilled by us at the same time…” Hangyul’s husky voice wasn’t helping you keep your composure at all. “Love to have us stretch you out, ruining you… let yourself go, baby, show Yohan how you really are.”

The boy underneath you seemed almost completely gone, but his stare was fixed on you, biting his lip unconsciously as he tried not to cum at the view of your breasts bouncing, your hair sticking to your neck, the slight coat of sweat making you shine under the dim lights of the bedroom, your swollen lips looking incredibly inviting as you started to let out tiny cries, trying to mumble something coherent.

“Y-Yohan… Yohan, please make me cum, please, please, I can’t take it anymore, please…” That might have just been the death of him. You were completely fucked out and begging for him, not anyone else, to make you cum.

He aimed at your clit, groaning as you flinched and clenched your walls around him, the sensitive nub sending a mix of pleasure and pain to your whole system as he rubbed it quickly applying a little bit of pressure. You felt a wave wash over you, your mind going blank as you felt your high hit you, leaving you with no strength before he stilled his hips and spilled inside of you, whispering an apology against your skin while fucking you through your orgasms.

“What a good girl, aren’t you? But now it’s my turn.” He held you up, having you in the same position as the day he talked to you into this whole fantasy. “Look how pretty he looks, completely wrecked thanks to your beautiful pussy.” He gave a quick slap to your core, humming when you tightened. “Such a good fuck toy.”

“Hangyul… Hangyul, it’s too much, I don’t think I can–” His hand closed around your throat loosely, shutting you up.

“You will take whatever I give you, and give me whatever I want to take from you.” Each of his words were emphasized by his thrusts, two of his fingers getting inside of you along Yohan’s softening cock, the stretching making both of you react to it. “And what I want right now is for you to squirt all over him. C’mon baby, come to me.”

His words added to the experienced touch had you crumbling instantly, Yohan pulling out of you right on time as your juices gushed out, wetting the bed and him, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling as he jerked off his cock once more, flinching at the contact but it was just too good of a scene to not do it. Hangyul was pleased, a small praise leaving his lips before turning into a groan, filling the condom with his seed and placing kisses on your shoulder as he pulled out carefully, tying a knot on the preservative and throwing it to the bin.

The three of you were laying down, not really caring about your bodies covered in sweat, juices and cum anymore, staring into the ceiling while trying to process everything that had just happened. Your whole body was starting to ache, both of your holes being sore, but somehow it was the first time that you had felt this fulfilled and satisfied, although you would never admit it to your boyfriend.

After a few hours and a shower later, the three of you were about to eat, Hangyul going out to grab some food at your favorite place, leaving you and Yohan alone. Like you had expected, there was a tiny bit of awkwardness, although you two had been extremely open not too long ago. Maybe it was the excessive exposure what made you feel so shy now, but it was hard to make eye contact with him.

“I- uh, I wanted to say that… it was r-really good.” The way he stuttered made him look even cuter and there was no one on this universe that could resist to his silly nervous laugh.

“I enjoyed it a lot too. You were really good…” Just thinking about the way he ate you out was enough to have your cheeks blushing, eyes dropping to his lips. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t a big deal, but he took it as a compliment, and that boosted his ego, getting closer to you while barely whispering against your mouth. “Will you come to me, then?”

You couldn’t answer to his question, the sound of the door opening making you both pull away quickly and he went to help Hangyul out. Your heart raced, mind running wild with thoughts about what he could have meant with that. Was there more behind it than just pure lust? Or was it some kind of invitation to have another round? It wasn’t good to give it that much attention, but sitting on the table and face both guys made you feel nervous.

Why not come to both of you?

this is a sinful pair and it’s not safe for my heart thanks

~Nani

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frankfukers · 4 years ago

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I wanna have a calling card so u know it’s me so my anon name will be scab

Imagine! Ur laying in bed cuddling with frank and kissing and it slowly heats up with his hands moving down your side to your waist. He would be so needy, kissing so frantically it almost felt desperate. And he would be whimpering while he rubbed his hard dick against your thigh. You would start to trace your fingers over him through his boxers asking “you want me to touch you??” And he would get so red and flustered “yes yes please please touch me” and you would start to rub him through his boxers and your fingers would teasingly snake under his waistband, making him buck up into you. He would whine and start to complain “come on princess please youre killing me” “but what if I don’t want to yet” his dom would come out a little bit and he would grab you by your hair and pull you closer “touch me now” and you would get so excited and your hands would go under his boxers and his dick would already have precum dripping from the tip and you start to just gently rub over his head, and that would be enough for his eyes to roll back and his mouth to open and all those slutty little noises to come out. He would be pressing his body into you and moaning and whining and whimpering, just such a desperate little mess. You would put your hand over his mouth “I bet I could make you cum just by doing this” he would nod frantically “yes yes you could please don’t stop” the precum would start to mix with your spit “you want me to touch you more??” And he’d look at you like a little puppy with those big pretty eyes and his wet pink lips “oh please please” and you would position him so you were hovering slightly over him and begin to pump him, slow at first and then picking up speed. He would buck up into your hand and you would shove your fingers in his mouth. He would shove his fingers in your mouth and then you would both switch, sucking the spit off each other’s fingers. His cock would get more and more swollen as his orgasm gets closer and closer and you would be whispering in his ear “such a good boy. Such a good little boy, being so dirty for me. You like me touching you like this, huh?” He would start to suck and bite at your chest, which would only get him more praise “such a good boy for me! You must really want me to make you cum” and you would feel his cock all swollen and pulsing, knowing he was close. Then you would shift and lay your head on his tummy, facing his dick. You would keep pumping him with your hand, letting the tip occasionally brush against your soft wet lips “oh baby can I please cum in your throat??” He would beg, already squirming and twitching. “Of course since you’ve been such a good boy for me” and then he would take control and grab your hair roughly, shoving your throat down on his cock and pulling you by your hair up, then repeating the motion, pulling you up and down up and down, until you feel him twitch and buck into your mouth, him moaning and cursing while his cum flows down the back of your throat

This is so detailed honestly your welcome everybody this is art! Hope u all jerk off to this

HERE WE GO

Ty for ur service

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anlian-aishang · 4 years ago

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Kinktober 2020 List: full and finalized!

Alright! At last, here is the full rendition of my Kinktober 2020 list! There are a couple things I want to mention... There were a few times that I combined similar requests into one day. Also, these days may shift around in their order depending on if I need more time or think that a different order makes more sense. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns! 🧡🖤

FIRST TIME. “For the kinktober: Levi overstimulating his s/o or she having her first time with him. Even if you don’t take my suggestions, i can’t wait to read :3 i’m falling in love with your blog.”

NURSE ROLEPLAY.

THREESOMES. Erwin, Miche, Hange.

ALPHA / OMEGA. “hi!! if you are comfortable with it, for a prompt in Kinktober could you write a nsfw alpha levi/ omega reader going into heat please? like maybe they’re childhood friends but they now live together as adults and he’s never viewed reader in that way until her first heat?”

CLOTHED SEX. “Excited to hear about kinktober 😘 can you do a frottage one? However you’re inspired is cool, but not a super overtly dominantLevi. Like more on an equal in terms of sexual posture 😅 and not in public, private would be good. Excited to see what you come up with for this or others ~”

BONDAGE, SLAPPING, CHOKING. SPITTING. “kinktober? kinoktober? cocktober? i forgot the word. but request for bondage and slapping- hands tied, slapping the face n choking u- that whole juicy bit >:)” “Hello I am so fricking excited for your kinktober writings! Your smut is the best!! Such a good writer! May I humbly request spitting kink? Can you include something with Levi spitting in readers mouth 🥺👉👈 doesn’t have to be whole day dedicated to spitting kink, maybe under the dominance? Totally up to you of course. Also I vote older/manbun eren for the threesome and against the mommy kink just because I really can’t picture Levi with a mommy kink. Thanks for blessing us with your talent!”

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN.

ODM SEX SWING. “Kinktober - odm gear used as a sex swing please and thank you”

DOMINANCE, DIRTY TALK, SPANKING, BLINDFOLDING, BONDAGE. “Oooh! Is it possible to have a scenario with dirty talk, spanking, blindfolding, bondage and overall dominance from Levi? With sweet pillow talk after the deed is done lol? Please lemme know if it’s too much for a one shot and needs to be modified! I’m excited to read your kinktober one shots when they come out! 😊” “Hey there! I’m the anon who requested the 9th ask on your kinktober list (bondage, spanking, dominance, dirty talk, blindfolding). I forgot to add in a part to that request—I was wondering if you’d be able to add in Levi putting his fingers in the reader’s mouth and her sucking them as part of the request as well. It’s something I’m into and if you can’t add it in I totally understand but I thought I’d at least ask. Thank you very much! 😀” Not sure where to put this, doesn’t need its own spot. kintober 2020 request: “oh but im only getting started” DOM LEVI! but finish it off with soft levi if u know what i mean :”) love ur writing btww! thank u sm! xoxo

MAKE UP SEX. “Hellooooo! 🥺 You are taking ideas for kinktober 2020 for Levi right? Or did I misread? I hope I didnt. 👻 How about Make Up Sex after a very big fight, alternative universe? If you think its stupid just delete my ask shsjdjdjdj”

OVERSTIMULATION. “For the kinktober: Levi overstimulating his s/o or she having her first time with him. Even if you don’t take my suggestions, i can’t wait to read :3 i’m falling in love with your blog” “kinktober request 😌 : Levi overstimulating his s/o or having sex with her, and she called him “senpai” by accident, but very intimate way. if you know what I mean whxjshxhs. what’s his reaction? 😳”

ORGASM DENIAL. “Hii! This is a request for kinktober ^.^ Weeell, I kinda have a thing for orgasm denial, so I would really love if you could write a drabble for it. Feel free to exercise your imagination, I’m sure anything you come up with will be great. Thank you!”

SQUIRTING. “Hello? Did someone already request squirting for kinktober? 😏 if not, how about adding it?”

LACTATION + MOMMY KINK. “lactation for kinktober if you’re comfortable?”

IMPREGNATION. “Hiii! Not sure if there are still any kinktober slots available, but I would like to make a request: impregnation kink 👉🏻👈🏻😶 With Levi, I can only imagine it going like, the war is over, we got the happy we all deserve (but we’ll never get ~cry), he goes back home to his s/o and well, it’s time to move on. If you feel it’s ok, I would be lucky and grateful to read it through your magical words. Thank you!”

FACESITTING. “HELLO I HOPE IM NOT LATE FOR KINKTOBER but how about face sitting??. 🤤”

ANAL. “For kinktober. Anal, if you haven’t been requested that already? If you’re uncomfortable with that no worries!” “Reader recieving anal fingering 😇 😈” “Anal fingering during sex for kinktober!! I love your stuff so much like 😍😍😍”

ORAL, HAIR-PULLING, FINGERING. “For kinktober. Levi giving the reader oral. Thigh clamping, hair pulling, tongue fucking, fingering, all of it lol. That would be amazing 🥺 I love your writing”

CHOKING. “Hiii! Yes, this is me, the anom with the choking kink hehehe I got super duper happy with your reply, girl, you’re so sweet and kind, we’re blessed to have you around 🖤 Well, I saw you post and was wondering if you could please add choking to your kinktober list? Maybe doing a sequel to that prompt or something new? I really don’t mind, wherever you feel comfortable writing will be great!! Thank you so so much and I’ll stay true to my words and will keep reading all of your works! 🥰😗”

PUBLIC CONFINED SPACE. I sent a request for kinktober but I thought of another scenario, so if there’s a spot vacant (I don’t wanna take someone else’s spot away) could I request a risqué situation: Levi and s/o go at it in a “public and confined place” (you can choose the space) where they could easily be caught and neither can be too loud. And Levi is sexily teasing her about how she can’t moan too loud. Regardless though, I’m SUPER excited to see everything you write for kinktober! Ppl sent in some sweet requests🧡

FORMAL WEAR. “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT LIST! That makes things a lot easier for me to decide what to send you haha. And thank you so much, your blog is one of my favorites, as well! If you're comfortable with it maybe you could do a formal wear kink? Like maybe they're at one of the parties in Mitras and the reader gets all worked up seeing Levi dressed all fancy and whatnot, and eventually they go into one of the empty rooms to "spend time" together because she can't keep her hands to herself lol (1/2) (2/2) also as a bonus could you include a glove kink? (Like maybe Levi's outfit includes some fancy white gloves and he just looks so good in them haha) Sorry if this is too much, if you don't feel comfortable with it then feel free to ignore it! Again, thank you so much for all your help! I'm looking forward to reading the rest of your Kinktober requests!”

SHOWER SEX. “Yayyy I'm so excited for Kinktober! Can you do a shower sex one?”

COCKWARMING, PRAISE. “Hi for kinktober can you please do cockwarming and praising kink? Separately or together. Thank you! Cant wait to read!”

VOYEURISM. “If still space for Kinktober voyeurism please if you’re comfortable. Like Levi on a mission to make sure everyone at the survey corps hears you screaming his name 🥵 and/or someone even walking in on them/seeing and he just doesn’t care and keeps going. Like he WANTS people to know you are his only his and is the only one who can make you a mess. Loool sorry I’m thirsty I can’t help it 😂 thanks🥰❤️”

SIZE KINK. “For the kinktober could write levi with a size kink? 🥵😳😳😳”

DADDY KINK Has your kinktober still got 1 spot open? You’ve already got most if not all the good ones I can’t wait! Buuut can you please throw daddy kink in there as well? Thank you so much.

CAMERA/MIRROR AAHH I saw that the last Kinktober slot is still open, I hope I'm not too late? Can I request either cockwarming and/or mirror sex? (feel free to pick whatever you're comfortable with) one slot left still? how about sx tape

ROLE-REVERSAL. “Hi! I just read your post about kinktober. What do you think about this: Levi being fully dominated by his S/O, like he's always the dominant one but just for one night they want to change. (Btw I'm kinda new to your blog and I have to say you just became one of my favorite writer 💜💜)”

SOMNOPHILIA. “may i request a consensual somnophilia for your kinktober if you are up to it? 👀”

LAIDBACK. “Hi! I'm voting Hanji 100% for kinktober 3some. There are so many fics everywhere with combos of levi/erwin/Mike/eren, I'd love to see some Hanji rep! Also, if you've still got spots open, laidback!Levi? Like not a dom/sub fic, but where Levi pretty much let's s/o try whatever they want with sex, and is super agreeable and lets s/o try new things. Just a fic that involves a lot of active asking consent for trying something, and Levi being like 'sure'. Like with positioning or touching or whatever”

CANDY. “You said kinktober and my mind immediately went to food/candy play because of fall having so much pumpkin spice and Halloween candy associated with it but that's as far as my brain got lol”.

I am so SO excited to write all of these! You all have the best minds and the best ideas. I cannot wait to write them and get them out to you! That said, I am going to be hunkering down for a while to get them all done in time. Once again, please let me know if you have any comments, questions, concerns ASAP. This is all for you! I want these to be everything you dreamed of. 🧡🖤

P.S. I am in casual search of a proofreader. I make plenty of mistakes and could use some help catching them. I can’t offer a ton in return, just my immense thanks and of course an earlier preview of my fics ^^ Please let me know if you’re interested! 💌

#kinktober year 1 #spice rack #alias's

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mccnyoongi · 5 years ago

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the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said: hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio.

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them.

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you.

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy.

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you.

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower.

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely.

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further.

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum.

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense.

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#Anonymous #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts drabble #yoongi drabble #baby writes #ik this is over 1000 words i really couldn't help myself #this is where i've been the last 2 days #sfkjfshd yikes!

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i am very much enjoying my vague void! it's currently blasting hozier at full volume and that's almost louder than my internal screaming (don't worry, everything is fine, i just saw a spider)

i've never once in my life have followed a recipe correctly. all of my measurements are completely random and whatever happens happens. it is no longer in my hands. whatever eldritch entities exist take the wheel. and i absolutely refuse to spell anything in english without autocorrect because y'all have way too many double letters and random vowel placement

thank you! sadly, i won't have a break right now, because we just had christmas vacations, but the start of the new semester is always pretty chill. and you're absolutely right, i should take up necromancy! the snow and the cold will add to my mysterious vibes. i just need to get a big black cape with a hood to complete the aesthetic

i definitely picture everything above 5'6 feet as the same height. 5'7 and 6'2? the exact same thing. no difference here

how is morepork a real bird name. it's just... more pork? but the bird is magnificent. i completely approve of your first order as bird queen, not that you need approval from mere peasants like me, but it's a great order. ohhh salps look really cool, and it does look a lot like it! when you said boob implant i thought of mermaids and them using salps as boob implants but then i realised wait wouldn't jellyfish be better for that? because of their shape? ignoring their little leggies they're quite boob shaped, no? and then i realised that i was thinking about mermaids and alive boob implants... if i had to think it, you have to read it. i'm sorry

i was sold before but now i'm even more sure that i want to hire you. and I'll make sure to have lactose free cheese for the backflips (unless you want the lactose version? i'm not judging). will the biting of ankles cost extra?

that sounds like a brilliant set-up for a horror movie where they kill off all the children one by one. it's absolutely horrifying. if something like that would've happened to me i would've most likely just passed out. whatever happens afterwards is not my problem. and now i really don't want to know what the hell your leg was caught on because that seems like knowledge that would get me killed

ah so you're a fellow dirt eater? according to my mom my favourite thing to do outside when i was a little kid used to be eating sand. just shovelling handfuls of it into my mouth and crying when my mom made me spit it out. which i refuse to believe. if there are no photos it didn't happen

you warm climate people are starting to make me think that i'm better adjusted to the cold than i thought i am! it's either that or our buildings are better heated. i definitely don't know if anyone else calls hot water bottled hotties but i like it so from now on i'm using it

that's so cute! i was clearly a way more selfish child because when i found any amount of money i just kept it and bought candy as soon as i could. i clearly couldn't save money then and i can't now. we have stores like that (or i'm assuming that they're like that solely based on how they sell lollies) and they used to be my favourite thing because you could get so many lollies for such a small price!! and my mom even used to let me order for myself sometimes so i always felt like a very big girl jsjshsbsjk

also the fact that i can't send pictures on anon is a crime (yes i know why and it's good that that's not possible because can you imagine anons being able to send pictures? oh no is all i have to say about it) but anyways. because i have this one super cursed photo that reminded me of you and now i can't share it :((

duuuuude, sick void bro. sounds like a vibing void. I feel like I haven’t seen a spider in awhile. Other than daddy long legs. But they’re chill. They mind their own business.

I nearly always follow recipes exactly. My mum is like oh cook this for about 7 minutes? Yeah sure. I’ll take a wild guess. I’m like they say exactly 7 minutes so I’ll set a timer for 7 minutes and start a stopwatch so if it does seem to need more than 7 I can keep an eye on the extra time and be aware of exactly how long it takes me for next time. Other people are like oh let's see I have [lists 5-10 things in their fridge], hmm...oh I know what I could make with that! I’m like I have beans in my freezer because one recipe required them and no other recipes I know how to make do so what am I supposed to do with these now,,, this is stressful,,, basically I barely know how to cook and recipes are the only things saving me in that area. That is entirely fair. Except for the fuck duck, and murder is not the word you want surely, situations, it’s pretty helpful.

Ohhh I see. At least the start is chill! For a little! Before your entire situation spirals out of hand and you’re behind in every class and it’s taken you a whole day to read 10 pages and you’re exhausted and it’s only week 2. Just me? ok. fair. anyway. I want a cloak so bad. One of my uni friends tempted me to class because she said she was wearing a cloak so my depressed ass honest to god dragged myself out of bed and to said class just to see it. It was worth it. They’re incredible. Everyone should own a big cloak for the aesthetic.

I’m glad it isn’t just me hahaha. I can visualise my own height in feet but everything else is just the same size that is a vague amount taller than me, mentally.

It’s also known as the ruru. But the name morepork amuses me. It’s named after the call it makes haha. It does sound like it’s asking for more pork if you know to listen for that. thank u for ur approval, it means a lot, turns out becoming bird queen didn’t ACTUALLY get rid of my anxiety disorder weirdly enough so validation is great! lmaooo. What if the jellyfish stung them tho? At least salps wouldn’t do you dirty like that. The mermaids would just look like there are hundreds of bugs crawling around in their boobs, flesh shifting as they float around. Which is a vibe. If you’re into that. Jellyfish WOULD make a more solid, single, implant, some of them are definitely boob shaped. But that’s kinda boring no one’s gonna be traumatised by that. Salps on the other hand...yeah, that sight will DEFINITELY traumatise someone.

To be PERFECTLY honest I haven’t done a backflip in years but for lactose-free cheese? Dude. I’ll be going back to training. Gonna be the best backflip you’ve ever seen. As long as it’s not Tasty cheese I am content, but lactose free IS better. The biting of ankles will not cost extra, it is a pleasure to be allowed to do that.

Oh it absolutely would be. It’d be very funny if it reached the wider world bc people would probably be like ok but who would send kids into the bush like that,, it’s an odd concept. meanwhile everyone who grew up in nz is gonna be like y’all, you’re not gonna fuckin BELIEVE what i experienced growing up, it’s real dude. On one hand, I feel like murdering kids in a movie is questionable, on the other hand, It exists, so maybe people would be down for it. I feel like it’d be a good concept even if it wasn’t murdery tho. Like psychological horror? I’m not sure if I’m using that category correctly I don’t watch much horror. A kid following the rope but then being shifted into a different horror dimension but they never take the blindfold off because their teachers said not to and they’d probably have to let go of the rope to do it...I feel like this could work super well as a short film. The viewers see everything. The child just knows something is off and no one is coming when they call for help. I am so down for this. I also do not want to know what my leg was caught on. Some things I am better off not knowing.

yes! I am a fellow dirt eater! We had a sandpit at home (that’s a little bold. It was a large plastic shell that my parents filled with sand. technically a sandpit. but not fancy sdflsdkfsdf) but I don’t think I ever tried to eat it. Then again, I possibly did and just don’t remember because there’s no photo evidence of that one. I’d have to ask my parents sdfhsjdfs, I would however fully believe them if they said yes. it’s very characteristic of me. I don’t doubt it for a second. muuuum that’s my emotional support sand don’t make me spit it out smh the disrespect these days.

Oh I’m absolutely terrible even by most people’s standards around here when it comes to cold and hot temperatures. I remember sitting in the sun in my school shirt and school jersey in summer on a blazing day like it’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Meanwhile my friends were in the shade absolutely dying from the heat. Likewise in winter I’d be shivering, teeth chattering, dying with my long sleeve thermal, my school shirt, my school jersey, my school jacket, my longs, warm socks and sneakers and gloves and school scarf while ppl would be walking around in a shirt and shorts like it’s a bit warm this winter huh? my body didn’t learn how to thermoregulate and it shows. But yeah NZ does also have a reputation for shittily insulated buildings and such. It shows. skhdfsfs if it’s not common use maybe don’t say can i have a hotty to someone without context but otherwise go ahead lmao. it’s a fun shortened version.

I was typically a very good saver, to the point where my extended family started gifting me gift cards and vouchers for Christmas and my birthday because if they just gave me money I’d put it in my bank account to save towards uni once I hit like, 12 years old. Which I think was a smart move. But apparently, I’m supposed to buy myself ‘something nice’ with it. I think I’m still an okay saver but I’m not as strict anymore. I’m aware of how much I can spare and I’m not just like you can never get anything for yourself ever, so I do get lil things for myself sometimes. oooo yay! At least you know what I mean. But yes. They were the gold mine for lollies. Absolutely terrific stores. My mum would be like hey lindsey how about you order? And I’d be like mother, I am 7 years old and I have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder everyone assumes is child shyness why would you think I would want to do that. Instead I will whisper my choices to you. After therapy tho I felt pretty rad for picking my own lollies by myself. I was like 13 at that point but sdfkjhsdf listen I got there in the end.

sdfkjsdfkjhsdf I like that a cursed photo reminded you of me. That’s all I need to hear. Tumblr said no anon dick pics but they also said no anon cursed photos either,,, very sad. for the latter part. the first part thank god. If I could turn on photos on anon I absolutely would just to see this but I don’t think I can :(

#tasty cheese is nasty and i will die on this hill #i'm not sure if other countries have like the same main cheeses or if it differs everywhere #tasty. colby. and edam are the main three i think of #i know there's like mild or some shit but i know only the blue yellow and red packets #either or a wasp or a bee just flew in my room but it flew out so i'll respect that #my plans for today were reply to your ask and that's it #what am i supposed to do for the next twelve hours #oh wait i know #m u r d e r............#Anonymous

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