#mnghh

[tangledinitswires]

a thing but I can't write lol

Oh, how tall you are. the length of your frame, the gaps in your top, the innards, thick, metal poles stringing from side to side in beautiful patterns, your beautiful ladders. and oh, how you wink at me, teasingly. with your flashing red light, how I admire you, how you stand so tall, though you have stains and blemishes. your stains represent your strength, oh how you've held up all these years. the abandonment of this urban town spreads throughout, it's apparent. but you're still up there, tall, and beautiful. you're still holding up just as you were when you were first built, my beauty.

[catsurfavs]

I can be yuor angle... or yuor devil 😈

[kyunniebuns]

because of @manawari ive recently had nagging brainrots of idol Jinwoo and personally I think Jinwoo is close to Park Jongseong(Jay) from enhypen

[citrine-elephant]

therapist responded positively to me wishing to be sluttier and told me if i wanna wear the collar, then i should follow what i wanna do

anyways, turns out, napping with one on isn't so terrible if it's not tight as hell lmfao

[interrogatethecat]

yurg people

[sleepygirlthing]

Hey. Sucks you off while you’re getting milked

hhheheheheyyyy thank youuu >///////< im. normal i promise. tttotally doesnt moan and squirm about this and buck my hips...

[blackstarchanx3new]

This is literally been a problem that's haunted me since I became an artists.

For 8 years of my life most people haven't seen me as a human being.

I'm an artist they adore or despise, who they can talk to however they want, treat however they want. Ex.

I ik I produce art like at the speed of a robot, but I got human feelings too... TTuTT

People just expect you to be godly cause your hand go brr and make art.

The curse of modern fandom is that it has allowed fans to get even closer to artists, but they won't view the artists as people.

Human limits, human mistakes, human feelings, human needs, are never ascribed to artists, and when other fans rightfully point out, "hey, humans are making this, maybe don't harass them or demand they cater to your personal tastes," it gets shut down under, "uh, people who make popular mainstream things are automatically Public Figures who are also probably rich, so eat the rich and destroy artists over every perceived minor fault. <3"

Even though there's, y'know, a really big strike currently going on because those artists are very much not rich or influential or in control of the bullshit.

[arminslovurrr]

choso who loves when u ride him, his rugged hands on ur ass as u grind ur cunt on his length. he’s a mess, his eyebrows furrowed as he immersed himself in the way u looked down at him like u owned everything that was him, his pillowy pink lips parted as whiny moans spewed out of his mouth like a fluid river. “fuh-fuckkkkk… u-ur so pretty baby mnghh..” he’d whine with his glossy eyes glued to ur pretty face. i mean, who wouldn’t be a wreck? the way u would move ur hips in a circular motion whilst still slamming ur self down onto his pelvis at an agonizing pace, the way u would every so often leaned down to peck his puffy lips n the way ur tough facade began to fade when his fat tip would slightly graze against ur g-spot. slowly losing himself everytime u would clench ur warm walls around his girth, it was all too perfect,even the part when u continued to ride him even though he had already spilled his thick silky cum into ur warmth.

he’d grip ur ass so tightly as he pushed himself impossibly deeper into ur heat, kissing ur cervix in the process just to spurt his creamy seed into ur womb, “awh choooo,” u whined as u slowed ur hips “that was alot, no? think you’ve been pent up, huh?” you teased as he nodded his head profusely. “s-shit, mhmm.. been so worked up angel..” he said as he wiped a bit of sweat off of his head. “then ya must have some more f’me, right?” u said tilting ur head to the right as u began to ride him again. “wha-what are you doin.. i just came, don’t have anymore f’yo- fuckk!!” he groaned softly when u bounced up n down on his thick cock, “shh it’s okay cho” you smiled at him, reaching a hand down to rub his rosy cheeks with ur thumb. digging his nails into ur hips as he tried to get u to let up on ur pace, “ple-easeeeee, c-can’t- hah fuckin take it babyyyy..” choso whimper as tears brimmed his waterline. not responding to him, u sped up ur pace, his sleepy looking eyes widening as he tosses his head back. if he wanted to say something, now he couldn’t, all words were stuck in his throat only letting a string of whines pass through.

“too much ‘s too much, gna cum f’you again baby!” he simpered as his hips involuntarily buck up to meet ur thrusts. it was so much, his eyes squeezed shut, biting his bottom lip in a attempt to stifle his moans- which did not work btw tears rolling down his pink cheeks,spilling his hot sticky cum into u once again as he cried out ur name. “fuck choso, ur cryin..” u watched in awe, ur hips slowing down to a maintainable pace so he could ride out his orgasm. once he came down from his high, he looked at u like u we’re a psychopath “u almost rode me to death, i mean it felt good but i felt like i was dying!” he said dramatically as he stared up at u, watching a smile form on ur face. his theory of u being a mad woman checked out when u said “chooo, i still haven’t cum yetttt, think you can go again?” ur say batting ur eyelashes,putting on the most irresistible face u could. u knew u won when he threw his head back into the pillow with a groan. he just couldn’t resist u n u knew it!

a/n: hiii guysss, i just wanted to whip up something real quick so im sorry for any spelling mistakes n stuff !!

© arminslovurr 2024, do not copy, translate or alter my work in any way.

[wishingprince]

I have an appointment on Friday to see someone finally about medicating my stupid adhd. I know it’s a long shot to be given medication right away for something like that but I find myself getting my desperate hopes up anyway.

It’s absolutely never been this bad before and I’m not entirely sure what to do. I have a to-do list pad that’s helping me scrounge through my life tasks. Maybe I should do a to-do list pad for my work shit, which does seem rather redundant but fuck anything to help me stay on task in the meantime until someone can help my brain.

[sweetimpurity]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ day 13!! a short one but a hot one ;) wc: 870 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

“Can’t believe I’m finally screwing my stepsister…” Your boyfriend's husky voice hums, smiling like an asshole. Immediately silenced by your fingers plunging into his mouth, stopping the silly words from coming out. And he laughs around your digits, knowing you hate him saying stuff like that. Even if it sells well. Those stupid titles on videos that wrack up millions of views, all for fake orgasms and exaggerated moans. “Shut up, idiot…” You laugh, a gasping moan following the flutter of giggles leaving your lips. “Oh! Babe-”

“Mmm mmm…” He hums and groans around your fingers in his mouth, sucking around your knuckles. Hips pumping between your trembling thighs, fists clenched and pressed to the mattress by your waist to keep himself up and give him leverage. You’ve been going at it for a while now. Multiple positions and angles, countless orgasms. And now you’re lazy. The both of you. Fucking on the corner of the bed and you almost forget the camera is rolling. Your head lols off the edge of the bed, whining and gasping when he hits the spot. That gummy place that kisses his squishy tip so perfectly, almost too much, his brow furrowing and biting down gently on your fingers. And he looks up, your fingers slipping from his lips with a slick pop. A thick arm reaches to angle the camera down a bit more so it captures your face and the way your tits bounce from the rhythm of his thrusts. “There you go, baby…” He whispers, checking out the view in the camera before returning to the task at hand. Gripping your hips and fucking into you a little harder and faster. Hearing your gasps and whines. “Mnghh! Mig!”

“Look so good baby… you look so good…” He huffs. Wrapping his arm around your lower back to angle your hips down a bit more. Allowing his cock to push up directly on your g spot. Rubbing and kissing and bringing you closer to coming. Your arms drape over your face, huffing and clenching your hands. Until he pushes your arms above your head with one hand. Pulling whines from the back of your throat. “Let ‘em see you… so pretty… smile for the camera, baby…” He can’t help but laugh, watching that cheeky smile wash over your flushing face. The way you’re still trying to hide away, closing your eyes. 

He adjusts. Big hands cradling your thighs and extending your legs up and over his chest. Your feet in the air over one of his shoulders, toes curling in your white socks. Your hand flying to his thigh as if to slow him pounding into your weeping cunt. But he just takes your hand, pulling it to his chest so you can feel his heart. Feel how hard and fast he’s breathing. And feel close to him.

Skin slaps on skin and the sheets are soaked under you. Your fingers entwine with his, squeezing hard, urgent.

“I’m gonna come!” You sob and he grabs the camera in his free hand. Focusing it on your pretty face as you’re on the edge of coming for the umpteenth time tonight. Your eyes closed and cheeks flushed. The fans always say they love seeing your face when you come. Sometimes it makes Miguel angry. Makes him jealous that people would say that about you, and that there are hundreds of thousands of people watching you reach climax after climax. But then he remembers it’s his cock you’re coming on. And that jealousy goes away. Knowing hundreds of people want you but they’ll never have you. And they’ll only ever watch him fuck you on a screen. He spreads your legs again, keeping his rhythm consistent and deep the way you like. Turning the camera down to where his cock disappears into you. Slick shining on his shaft, your pretty pussy eating him up over and over. He holds the camera in one hand, his other hand splayed out on your abdomen, occasionally going up to cup your tits, rubbing his fingers over your nipples. “Come on, pretty girl, come…” He whispers. Twitching inside you and itching to pump you full. 

“MMnghhh!” You cry, holding your breath and gushing on him. Literally dribbling and slobbering around his girth, further wetting the bed sheets. And he’s quick to follow. His pumps grow more shallow the closer he gets. So the audience can see his deposit drip out of you. The most viewed moment in every video. It’s just good content. 

“Hah… shit…” He huffs. Thrusting just his tip in you and spurting warm white inside. Letting it drool back out. Quickly panning down to capture the sight. Spread your folds with his fingers to display you in all your perfect glory. Slipping with his milky essence, his mark, his claim. 

…

“Jesus, this is like our most viewed video, babe…” He smiles down at his phone, looking over at you with a raised brow across the couch and rubbing your legs draped over his lap. Watching you roll your eyes. “You say that about every video, Miguel…” You tease him. “Maybe it’s because you’re half the views yourself…” 

“Can you blame me, baby? You look like fuckin’ pornstar…” 

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[mistywaves98]

Hello hi hi your writing is very nice so like.... scara x bratty reader smut where reader is really condescending and annoying but they get put in their place??? HBsjbejd 😵‍💫😵‍💫

✧･ﾟ:* ->Scaramouche x Bratty! Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Overstimulation, (slight) Bondage, Degradation + Praise, Dirty talk, Kind of short ngl!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You'd lost track of how many times you've came by now. It felt like hours since Scaramouche got fed up with your attitude and decided to take matters into his own hands. Now you've found yourself pinned to the bed on your stomach, knees planted into the mattress which caused your back to arch uncomfortably. Your hands were bound behind your back with a piece of rope that dug into your delicate skin, bound to leave marks afterwards. His hand was pressed against the side of your face, pushing your head down into the pillow covered with your drool and tears.

His pace was unforgiving, fast strokes which drove your fucked out face deeper into the fluff. The feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock made him groan as he leaned down, chest flush against your sweaty back to whisper into your ear,"You should hear yourself, moaning for my cock like a common whore...F-fuck—! Tightening around me so well... C-come on, just admit it. Hah...You can't resist me.."

Despite being on the verge of another orgasm, you couldn't help but choke out a snarky response through whines,"A-as if..! I— Mnghh!" Your sentence is cut off as a hand slams down on the back of your neck, forcing your head into the pillow even more. Your entire body tenses and you can't help but let out a cry as you gush around his cock, coating it with more of your essence that seeps through the already- stained sheets.

"God... Got you cumming and whimpering on my dick and yet you still have the nerve to fucking defy me..! Ngh—! Don't worry, b-by the end of this, I'll be sure to have all the attitude fucked out of you...!" He growled, hips meeting yours so brutally that your entire body rocks back and forth on the bed which was now creaking at an alarming volume.

Your consciousness was starting to waver now, the exhaustion catching up to you. It all felt so good, maybe even too good. All you could think about was the feeling of his length sliding in and out of you, the tip kissing your g-spot so precisely you wouldn't be surprised if you climaxed once more soon. Your mind felt hazy and unclear, you couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone full sentences. Any word you attempted to speak came out as a mere murmur which faded to a moan.

"What was that? Did I finally dumb my bratty girl down to a fucked out mess? Think you can be an obedient slut now? Hah..! You probably can't even register my words..." He mocked, briefly laughing in a satisfied manner. Scaramouche was right, you really were too drunk on pleasure to form a single thought or word in that little head of yours. The sight of you lying there, taking everything he gave you was so arousing, it made him feel like he could keep fucking you all night.

And that's exactly what he planned to do. He continued to thrust into your abused pussy till he finally came with a grunt, filling it with his seed which met with your cum in an erotic mixture of fluids. Scaramouche slowed his pace a bit as he rode out his high, relishing the sweet moans from you as he fucked his cum into you. Before you knew it, his pace increased its speed again, making it clear that he wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon.

Your body was already so sensitive and sore at this point, you wanted to apologize for your insolence but now you could barely get a mere 'sorry' out. As if reading your thoughts, Scaramouche reached a hand down and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it back harshly to lift your head out of the pillow. Tears streaked your face, flowing down from your puffy eyes over reddened cheeks before dripping onto the pillow below.

"It's too late to say sorry now, sweetheart. I'm going to ruin you tonight and you're going to enjoy it... Perhaps next time you'll think twice about disobeying me..."

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚

Cw: sex, smut, afab!switch!reader x Hobie Brown, vaginal penetration, pierced dick Hobie supremacy,riding, degradation, spanking, slapping, choking, hair pulling, teasing, porn without plot, almost immediate smut, I'm horrible writing Hobie's accent

Notes: inspired by a dream I had last night

It had been a really rough day, when you got to your shared flat, you simply collapsed on the couch like your muscles were jelly, didn't even have enough energy to reach for your pocket to look at your phone. After you regain enough energy, you go to bed and clumsily take off your clothes, leaving only a t-shirt and underwear, you rest comfortably, after a few minutes you slightly lift your head from the pillow to see Hobie getting out of the shower, rummaging through his clothes to find sweatpants to sleep on, when he bend over, you can see the curve of his lower back and the towel scarcely covering up his body. God, he was hot, you bite your lip and stare shamelessly.

"See sumthin' you like?" He asks with a cocky smile

"You know the answer"

"Maybe I don't need to put clothes on after all" he teases, but he's really asking if you're up to

"Unfortunately you do, I'm way too tired to, y'know" you roll into the other side of the bed to make room for Hobie

"I can always do all the work, y' can starfish if ya want"

And that's how you ended up like this, gripping for dear life into the sheets and muffling your sounds on the tear and drooled stained pillow, you don't know how long it's been, but you know this must be at least your fourth denied orgasm, for the entirety of you session has ignored all your desperate pleas of "c'mon", "please", "lemme cum", and like he has done before, he grabs your hips roughly and keeps you in place to impede you from grinding into his cock and getting the little stimulus left so you can climax.

"mnghh, teasing asshole" you murmur, your voice shaky and airy as the only thing keeping you awake is your frustration from all the ruined orgasms your loving boyfriend has decided to provide tonight. He hears this, and grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head, "what'chu saying there, luv?" He whispers in your ear, the pain and the vibration of his deep voice makes you clench around him, he pulls out of you, leaving only the tip inside and making you whine at the feeling of emptiness, you want to reply to him, but he has fucked you stupid, you can't connect your brain with your mouth enough to form coherent words, and only let out an irritated sound. "Yeah, that's what I thought", he lets your head fall into the pillow, and slam his cock roughly into your guts, spanking your ass and making you moan loudly, you're so pent up you're sure you could cum from the pain alone, but he makes sure to keep you on edge, pressing himself deep inside and then putting pressure on your lower abdomen, you feel everything, every vein, every ridge, and most importantly,you feel his prince Albert piercing in your most sensitive spots, he bites your shoulder continuing his brutal pace, and like every time before, he stops when you're close. You continue uttering the orchestra of pathetic little whimpers at his mean antics, but you're determined to cum and not take a second more of this pleasurable torture. With energy you didn't know you had, you flip him over and steady yourself on top him while he's too shocked (and intrigued on what you'd do) to move. You set an irregular pace with your hips, between your desperate and uncoordinated movements you find the position that gives you the most stimulation, and start riding him furiously, tears blurring your vision, he moans too. "You gon' cum for me?" He's still so arrogant even though he's under you.

"Oh, shut the fuck up" you put your hands around his neck and lightly squeeze, you feel his cock twitch inside you, the knot in your stomach starts to untie and this time no one stops it, you feel your orgasm leave your body shaking and convulsing in bliss, Hobie grabs onto your thighs to keep himself from cumming too, leaving crescent moon red marks on the skin with his chipped black painted nails.

You take a moment to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, collapsing on Hobies chest, his piercen nipples grazing yours and making you shiver at the cool metal. "You want to sleep now, sweetheart?" Hobie asks you, massaging the supple skin of your ass and thighs. You look at him like he said the most inappropriate words someone has heard in twenty years, you sit, straddling him again. "I asked for one thing 'cause I was tired and you just acted like a fucking brat for god knows how long, you don't pull that shit and get no consequences. You said you'd help me out, so now you stay there and let me use this cock until I'm bored" you grab his jaw and slap him across the face, he excitedly nods and you can see the fucked up expression in his face, he's probably enjoying this more than you do.

[frankenkyle19]

🌼Touched By A Zombie🌼

Request

word count: 878

warnings: a bit of suggestive touching (Kyle doesn’t understand the difference)

Kyle had many different ways he showed his affection. Especially towards you. Grabbing, squeezing, holding and even biting. When he couldn’t find words, his hands told you exactly what they wanted. You. Comfort. He was constantly touching you in one way or another because he needed to feel that security. To know you were right there.

The first day he bit down on your neck you were very very surprised. You were holding his hand, carefully rubbing your thumb across his knuckles when he leaned into you, letting his lips trail across your neck before they bite down. He did bite hard enough to leave a mark, but not too hard that it drew blood. 

It had scared you for a moment before you realized that he was doing it for affection. He had so much love inside of him for you that this was the only way (he thought) to get it out. 

He also always had to have his hands on you. On your waist, around your neck, on your shoulder, even sometimes your bum. Kyle had no ulterior motive for these touches even if some would see them as sexual. Sure, he did enjoy those special times he got to spend with you, but he truly could not tell the difference it made where he put his hands. 

He always liked to hook his thumbs into the loops on your jeans and stay close to you, following like a small child following their mother in a grocery store.

Wherever you were, Kyle was too.

It had been quite hard to teach Kyle boundaries. That sometimes you needed a break. He did learn though, you taught him that when you needed space he could go outside or even play a game on the tablet. 

Kyle always made sure it was known that you were his. He didn’t share you with anyone. If someone looked at you even a bit too long, he was pulling you closer and pressing kisses across the expanse of your shoulders.

He also loves to squeeze your hips and any fat you had there. The more the better in his opinion. He loved having your body to knead in his hands. He literally spends hours just holding you.

You’d been trying to teach him when and where he was allowed to touch you. That sometimes it wasn’t exactly appropriate. He’d whine and huff, mumbling out a complaint. Why couldn’t he touch his girl? 

“Mnghh- h-h-holdddd” he’d groan, hands reaching for you. You’d end up giving up and letting him do as he pleased but over time, he did manage to learn some decency.

Another thing he loved was for you to sit in his lap. He loved holding you and if you were even thinking of sitting down, it better be in his lap. The weight of you against him instantly relaxed him. Like a human shaped weighted blanket. He’d play with your hair as you sat atop his lap, a low hum coming from his chest, which he did when he was very happy.

You did practically everything together. Eat. Sleep. Shower (because Kyle is scared of showers and the water pressure, you found out,) if you’re doing something, Kyle is going to find a way to be included in it. 

While at times he could be so rough, and his fine motor skills struggled, hands a bit rougher than they might normally be. The more used to his new body he got, the better his motor skills got. Soon enough he was playing with your hair and trying to make elaborate hairstyles. (Which turned out quite bad but you wore them anyway because your sweet Kyle had done it)

He also always wanted to wash your hair whenever you two would shower together. Unlike some people, Kyle acted no different around you clothed or nude. You could be stark naked in front of him and he would just smile and hug you. He didn’t mind nor care at all. 

Now one of the things he did that was a bit more risky than the rest of his touches was when he would squeeze your bum or your breasts. They were basically his stress balls. Why were they there if he wasn’t allowed to squeeze them? This was more reserved for when you two are alone, but he always tries to sneak and squeeze your butt when you’re in public. You never have it in you to scold him, his face gets him out of trouble all the time.

Overall, once he is more accustomed to being alive again, he’s perfect. Sometimes he has the occasional outbursts, but he’s so sweet every other second of the day. He was everything you could ever ask for. He thought the same about you. How was he so lucky to end up with you? That’s what went through his foggy brain whenever he laid eyes on you (when does he ever take them off of you to begin with?) His.

His his his. Like a mantra stuck in his head. Yours and no one else’s. And the same went for him. He never ever thought of anyone else the way he thought of you. He loved you more than any words could ever explain.

[kyunniebuns]

Thinking about knight in training Sung Jinwoo and how he’s always bullied until suddenly he comes back from a dangerous expedition and slowly everyone feared him because he went from babie knight to looking like he’s a general of a great army leading them into wars and it makes me giggle and kick because mnGhh… Jinwoo dressed in Colonel Lu Feng’s clothes (Lu Feng is Little Mushroom’s Male Lead)

from Rookie Sung Jinwoo to Senior Officer Colonel Sung Jinwoo kYaaa🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺💦💦💦💦💦

[sarahblueskyyyy]

Sore

MDNI!!! Headcanon/drabble, Ghouls/Ghoulettes x f! Reader, romance, fluff, explicit, PWP, penetration, nipple play, dry-humping, boobs job, etc.

Picture Credit

You tell them your breast is sore. Perhaps a massage or two might help.

Cumulus

“‘Lus, my bweebs hurt.”

She laughs softly. “Aw, my poor baby ... is your period coming?”

You nod and whine.

With her plump body, she wraps you with her arms. Warmth floods all over and she can’t help but notices the rising cheeks of yours against her arm. “Let me massage them, yeah?”

And it doesn’t take long until she slips her hands under your shirt, squeezing and massaging your breast, tenderly at first.

“That feels better?”

"Mh-hmn ...,” you murmur and sigh contently. “Feels so good, ‘Lus.”

It’s a little bit too late when you realize Cumulus has been slowly changing her tactic from massaging to—pleasuring. Her fingers latched on your tits, giving it a circular motion, and each stroke firmer than before.

Not her fault that you keep grinding your ass on her and let out strangled noises every time her fingers pinch on your nipples, tugging on them, until you can’t hold your moans and heavy breath.

"‘Lus please ....”

“Please what—baby?” Her hands firm on your tits. “You gotta say it clearly.”

“Touch me more—nghh.”

“I am touching you. My hands are full. And—no cheating baby, don’t touch yourself.”

You try your best not to slid your fingers to your already wet cunt and rub your clit. All you can do is pressing your thigh together, feeling the obvious sticky sensation in your underwear.

And she gets a little mean too. She grasps on your tits, playing with it and give them occasional slaps. You aren’t sure you can cum just by this, but—Cumulus is persistent.

And it’s proven to be successful when she is unrelenting in kneading the lumps of fat, rolling her thumbs on the nipples. And when you cum, you cum hard.

Cumulus smiles triumphantly. “Maybe I need to massage other area ... don’t you think so, love?”

Phantom

“Phantom, my breast kinda ache.”

Poor ghoul still hasn’t quite grasp how a human’s body works. He quickly gets up from his phone, eyebrows knitted and worriedness seeping through his heart. “Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?”

Your lips curl up into a gentle smile. “No, it’s just ... it’s the usual. Women experience this when they are getting their period.”

Phantom nods hesitantly.

“Anyway, you wanna help massaging them?”

Well, anything for you, right? So you lie down the bed and take off the shirt, and when he looks at your tits, a little bit swollen than it usually is, he gulps.

“Will it hurt? Will I hurt you?”

“No, baby. Just touch it softly.”

His thumb reaches out first, brushing your nipple. And it’s so sensitive you jerk at the first contact. It doesn’t deter him to do more though.

He sits beside you, two hands now on your soft flesh, squeezing on them.

You exhale in pure bliss and it switches something on him. He’s hard rock and he can’t hide it.

So when you offer him, “You wanna ... uhm, get off using my tits?” of course he says yes in a heartbeat.

So he changes his position, now on top of you. Two hands still cupping your breast, full and swollen, and he put his hardened cock between it.

He is pressing on your chest as he moves his hips, forward and backward. At some point, her movement becomes erratic, nd he slurs out incoherently, “Feels good, mnghh, love—”

And when he orgasms, his cum spurts on your chest, messy and sticky.

You laughs lovingly. “So good for me, baby.”

But, he hasn’t finished, though. Phantom once again anchored his fingers on your tits, and he opens his mouth, ready to suck on your nipple.

“Still hasn’t finished massaging it. Wanna clean it up first, okay? Please?”

Dewdrop

"Dew, my tits are sore.”

“The fuck am I supposed to do with it?”

You roll your eyes and whining, shove your face into the pillow. “Never mind.”

Dewdrop sighs and puts down his book. “Your period is coming, right? You’re always in a bitchy mood every time.”

And when you don’t answer, he slowly pulls your shoulder, makes you look at him. His voice softens as he says, “I won’t understand if you don’t tell me, doll. What do you want me to do?”

“Well, mhh ... massage them?”

“.... That should be easy.”

And one thing about Dewdrop—he always takes his job seriously. And finishes it; ties every loose ends.

So don’t be surprised if he does more than a massage. He grabs on your plump flesh like there is no tomorrow. He bites, he sucks, and he rolls his tongue all over your nipples until it gets even more red and swollen. His teeth are rolling on that bundle of nerves.

Does it relief the sore? Well, yeah, maybe, maybe not, one thing for sure—it feels damn good.

And while his lips are working on the areola, his fingers are sliding into your slick cunt, pumping into it.

And you arch your back, wailing when the fire ghoul ends up gliding his cock in your drenched pussy, ramming into you, while his two hands keep squeezing on your tits every time they are bouncing because of his harsh thrust.

“Dew, too much, anghh—”

His laugh is raspy and breathy near your ear. “No worries. I’ll put a warm compress on your tits after this.”

Actually, after this, it’ll be your whole body that needs a warm towel, but—whatever. You love it anyway.

Bonus!

Copia

“Papa ... my breast is aching.”

Copia looks up from his paper. The colour red creeping into his face, up to his ears. “Uhm, ah ... are you okay, tesoro mio?”

“Yeah.” You act coy, swaying your hips a little, and sit on the side of his table. You push your chest out, both of your hands are cupping your tits from outside your shirt. “It’s the usual. I think my period is coming soon.”

Copia clears his throat, eyes are fixated on your bulging nipples under the shirt. “What should I do to help you, dear?”

The corners of your lips are pulled upwards. “Can you maybe massage it, Papa? Maybe it'll relief the aching."

You need to guide him in the beginning. His hands are callouses and carefully placed on top of your shirt. He starts from the below of your tits and pushes his fingers to the centres and realizes he ends up pinching your nipples.

You moans involuntarily, shudders fill your body.

“Are you—was I too rough?”

“No, Papa—in fact, you can be rougher. It won’t hurt me, I promise.”

So, he does as he told. He keeps the same motions repetitively. From the below, to the centre, and slowly but surely—he’s getting brave to pinch on the nipples and pressing it with his thumbs. The frictions between his fingers and your shirt make you more sensitive tenfold.

At some point, his patience gets eroded completely, and he slides his hands under your shirt, directly massaging your tits.

“Ah, ah, Papa—”

“Ti scongiuro,” he begs. “Wanna make you feel good, my treasure.”

You nod obediently as he gestures to spread your legs and rubbing his crotch against yours. Hands still persist on your breast, kneading and playing with it.

You’re not sure if it’s your wet juices or is it his pre-cum that stains his pants. One thing for sure, the more he toys with your tits, the more you feel your high approaching.

And when you cum, he orgasms as well under his pants. You need a few seconds until you realize the soreness on your breast is coming back. And still, you need more of it.

“Copia ... one more time, please?”

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I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

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Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

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