#now are you going to be a PUSSY and let that stop you from making female characters that FUCK HARD

[psuejo]

❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

[girlygguk]

CRAZY IN HAWAII ⋆ JJK

the one where a waitress tries to ogle your mans on vacation and your foot accidentally slips

PAIRING crazy au [ ceo ! jk x employee gf ! reader ]

GENRE fluff & suggestive [ mdni / 2.2k ]

CONTENT out-of-timeline drabble, can be read as a standalone, hawaii vacay with yoonmin, kissing, drinking, cursing, bitchy oc, i need her, down bad jk, i need him, possessive tendencies, pda, yoongi and jimin get freaky, some semi-public pussy touching

the soft strum of ukuleles and scattered dinner chatter curled up into the warm, hawaiian sky. and next to you, your boyfriend was linen-shirted and absolutely scrumptious, scowling like a sin you’d like to commit - and have, multiple times already…

“fuckin old perv,” jungkook muttered under his breath, waiting until the elderly bald man two generations your senior caught his glare. when he did, said old man made the smart decision to stop ogling your tits before he got buried in the sand on vacation - redirecting his focus back to dinner with what was most definitely his wife and grown kids.

your fingers just kept up the soft scratchy motions in the hair at the nape of jungkook’s neck. you sipped your pineapple and rum, tilting your head toward him. his jaw flexed, hand resting on your thigh under the long, white tablecloth, thumb rubbing over the fabric that covered his tattoo.

you leaned up to kiss the pretty pout off his lips when the drums in the background suddenly picked up. your group’s table faced the beach where a line of big, beautiful dancers now moved in sync with the music, hips swaying, leis in hand as they started the resort dinner performance. you leaned back with a gasp of excitement, both you and jimin giving little claps in delight.

then, one of them - male, shirtless, tall and slippery - broke the line and walked straight toward you.

“nope.” jungkook muttered immediately.

you giggled, sipping your drink as the dancer grinned at you, spun a bright pink lei around his fingers, and with a flourish, laid it gently around your neck. he winked before his hands slid slow and showy right to your waist.

as you were about to adjust his paws, jungkook reached out and swatted the guy’s hand off your hip. the dancer blinked, you bit your lip to keep from laughing, your boyfriend’s jaw ticked.

“all good, brother?” the dancer asked with a cheeky, performative smile.

you laughed under your breath before reaching up and tugging the flower garland off your neck. “wrong girl,” you hummed, spinning and looping it around jungkook’s neck. “have this one instead.”

you winked at your boyfriend and then reached for one of the female dancers nearby, grabbing her hand with a pretty smile. she blinked at you, eyes falling to your lips for a moment, then smiled back slowly as she tugged you toward the dance circle.

you paused, turning back to the guy dancer. “grab him,” you said sweetly, pointing at your broody boyfriend, whiskey glass halfway to his lips. “he needs to loosen up.”

the dancer beamed and looked back down at your hunk of a man with an approving nod. “with pleasure.”

jungkook blinked. “not a fucking chance—”

you squinted at him.

his mouth snapped shut, but not before he let out a low string of curses, downing the rest of his drink without a wince and letting the dancer tug him by the pink lei.

jimin was already whistling from the other side of the table, yoongi chuckling under his breath while holding the recording phone as per his boyfriend’s request.

“let’s go, big guy,” the dancer teased as he led your brute into the circle with you and the rest of the cheering dancers.

you giggled at his reluctance and turned to your new dance partner, letting her twirl you under her arm and slip a red lei around your neck. the drums picked up again, the pretty harmonies of the performers and the haze of your pina coladas making everything warmer and sweeter. you and jungkook were both led into a hip-sway by the gorgeous dancers, cheered on loudly by half the resort staff and guests.

when the drums faded with a final crash of cymbals and hips, you tipsily turned to your boyfriend who gave you his pretty, crooked smile. he leaned down to press a kiss to your grinning lips just as the beach erupted into claps and whoops, the sound of chairs scraping in the sand as guests rose to join in the cheers.

you were breathless as you pressed another soft kiss to his mouth before turning back to the girl you were still laced-hands with. you gave her one final spin and she laughed, pulling you into a warm hug. you kissed her softly on the cheek with a thank you before slipping your painted toes back into your sandals.

jungkook pulled his dancer into a bro shake, clapping him on the back and laughing at something he said. you almost fucking cooed when your brood of a boyfriend gave him a smile. a real one. one of those elusive, bunny toothed smiles that were really only reserved for you and little puppy dogs.

when you both naturally gravitated back toward each other, his hand went straight to your waist. the heel of his palm pressed right over your ribs, big inky fingers splaying against the dip between your tube top and long flowery skirt.

you smiled, swaying into him as you both walked back toward yoongi and jimin who were already seated again, fresh drinks in hand and ones ordered for you and jungkook resting on the table. yoongi had his arm slung over the blonde’s chair, sunglasses still perched on his nose despite the sun having long set. jimin looked freshly wrecked from laughter, cheeks flushed and cat eyes purring.

“why was jungkook soo much better at that than i expected,” the drunk park beamed as you both moved to take your seats, his fourth chilled cocktail finally freezing off the senior honorific you’d told him to drop during the trip.

you smiled with a little nod. “jungkook’s really good with his hips.”

jimin choked on his mouthful of drink, swallowing just before it could spill back into the cup while yoongi chuckled under his breath. jungkook sat first, tongue running over his pierced lip as he bit back a laugh, then pulled you into his lap like you were carry-on he was refusing to check.

a beat of quiet passed as the breeze picked up again, making your skirt flutter over his laplike a ribbon. jungkook nuzzled into your neck. “you’re beautiful in maui.”

you hummed, turning slightly to kiss the corner of his mouth. “does that mean i’m ugly back home?”

he nipped your throat, the dazy scent of whisky and bvlgari seeping into your skin. “don’t ask stupid questions.”

you smiled, leaning back into his warm chest as you picked a piece of cheese and grape from his plate and chewed while he pressed slow kisses into your neck.

a few more minutes passed in chatters between you and the lovebirds opposite, until the resort waitress approached with her brown eyes, red lips, and long limbs. she stopped at the head of the table with a pretty smile.

“aloha ahiahi. everything to your liking?”

you nodded with a smile, brushing a loose strand behind your ear. “it was amazing, thank you.”

she smiled for a beat too long before her gaze slid an inch too far. right past you, and straight to your boyfriend. her lashes dropped, her smile turned sultry, your mood fucking shifted.

she picked up the thick tip jungkook had tucked under the edge of the wine bucket, her hand lingering beside his arm like you weren’t sitting right there on his fucking lap.

then she smiled again, a little slower, then a little lower. “wow, thank you so much… enjoy the rest of your evening,” she purred by his ear.

jungkook didn’t look at her. just took another slow sip of his scotch, eyes fixed on the ocean as he moved away from her breath. you felt his hand on your thigh give a little squeeze as he swallowed, and while it felt good, your eyes didn’t leave the waitress or the capitalised RUBY on her name tag.

the moment she turned to leave, your foot slid forward.

ruby caught the edge of your sandal and stumbled, letting out a squealy little yelp. the four fifty-dalla notes flew from her fingers and scattered like confetti, kissing the sand right next to her.

yoongi sucked in a cough to hide his laugh while jimin choked, red wine spraying from the blonde’s mouth back into his glass. “oh my shitt—”

jungkook didn’t even flinch. just watched, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly as the waitress scrambled to collect the fallen cash, her cheeks Ruby red, eyes darting around in embarrassment.

“sorry,” you offered insincerely, slipping the glass from jungkook’s fingers and turning just enough to nudge the ground with your sandal. “missed one.”

she paused. then slowly shifted her gaze to the lone fifty half-buried in the sand, wedged right under your foot.

you lifted your sandal, and like the good girl she was, she picked it up with trembling fingers and scrambled to her feet without another word.

jimin was red-faced and wheezing while his boyfriend tried to feed him water to calm him down. jungkook turned his head slowly from the retreating server to his evil girlfriend and leaned in to kiss your neck. “you’re a bitch,” he murmured fondly against your skin.

you hummed, leaning back into his mouth. “acting like you don’t love it.”

his lips dragged slowly up your neck to your ear, voice dropping low. “i love you.”

you set his glass on the table, hands sliding up and down the thick arms wrapped around your waist. “yeah?” you breathed. “how much?”

his fingers drummed lazily along your bare side before slipping lower. and lower. until the pads dipped beneath the waistband of your skirt. “lots.”

you arched subtly into his hold, but your hand shot out to catch his wrist, nails lightly denting the pretty veins that fed into his tattooed forearm. “don’t,” you murmured amusedly. “you’ll scar your poor assistant, baby.”

across the table, jimin was mid laugh at something his boyfriend said, too caught up in his own tipsy joy to notice jungkook’s fingers halfway to your pussy. if yoongi suspected anything, he didn’t mention it, just adjusted the glasses perched on his pretty nose.

your evil boyfriend hummed low against your ear. “m’sure it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

you didn’t quite get the chance to dwell on how unfortunately right he was, because without warning, he dug his blunt nails into the plush skin of your inner thigh, right over the inking of his name.

you sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, shooting him a little glare over your shoulder. “baby,” you warned.

he didn’t stop. his fingers moved slow and unhurried as they slid into the seam of your already wet thong. you choked on a laugh - a breathhy, scandalous little noise that barely slipped out around a moan.

his fingertips slid between your soft folds, tracing devilishly and gentle like he had all the time in the world and absolutely no morals. you grabbed his hand.

“stop it,” you hissed through a breath and flushed cheeks. you yanked the thing from under your skirt and brought it to your lap, turning to smush a messy kiss to his pout before he could complain. he immediately tried to deepen it, tongue brushing your bottom lip to get inside.

“be patient,” you whispered around a nibble of his plush lower lip. “we have the whole night, my love.”

he grunted lowly, like he was absolutely suffering and hadn’t already taken you twice this morning before leaving the suite. and once more at the secluded waterfall when you went for a dip before dinner. his fingers flexed in your lap, thumb dragging down your covered thigh like he was trying to remember what it felt like... the little sookie.

but he didn’t argue. so you gave your grump one more kiss before turning back to the boys across the table, who were now so deep in their bubble it was like you weren’t even there.

yoongi was slowly wiping a streak of wine from the corner of jimin’s mouth with his thumb before quickly sucking it off. and jimin - drunk, glowing, lovesick jimin - blinked up at him like he’d hung every single star in the sky. then he surged forward and smashed his lips to the elder’s.

there was tongue, there was wetness, there was a smothered sound of surprise that yoongi swallowed whole before adjusting and tilting his head to let jimin deepen the kiss. jimin let out a soft moan, his whole upper body curling into yoongi’s hold.

you shook your head with a quiet laugh. “okay, looks like we’ll be getting out of here sooner than i thought,” you murmured, head tilting at the very public makeout sesh across from you.

jungkook hummed behind you, his head now tucked into the crook of your neck, breath warm and ticklish as you continued.

“they’re one tongue suck away from fucking right in fr—oh. oop, yep. wow. okay-”

you blinked as jimin’s tongue buried itself deeper into yoongi’s mouth, hands tangled in his hair. yoongi’s palms had found his boyfriend’s tiny waist, and the short distance between their chairs was clearly too much because jimin was now fully straddling his lap.

“jiminie,” you laughed, lobbing a grape at his back as he wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck and started a quick grind. “oh my god, baby, stop him! they’re drunk and he’s gonna be so embarrassed- oh for fuck’s sak—jimin!”

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[cumironi]

TOOTH FAIRY jjk men

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

summary. it’s just a one time thing. one bite. one bite. and now they refuse one thing that keeps you alive? and what is that? yeah, $uck them off! and what do you do? being unhinged and just throwing a goddamn tantrum. what can they do? ban you from $ex? yeah, as if!

warning. non-sorcerer jjk men, established relationship, 23 you & 31 them, tantrums, petname(2), dirtytalk(?), c$ck-drunk maybe?, name-calling(s), degrading just a bit, you are being a brat and insufferable, overstimulated, abuse mentioned,

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GOJO SATORU

you’re on your knees. he’s on his back. and he’s not letting you suck him. again.

your palms are pressed to his lower belly, thighs tight around his legs, drooling over the absolute gift of a dick that’s twitching against his stomach—and yet, despite all the teasing, the eye contact, the hungry little whines spilling out of you like prayers, he just lays there. arms folded behind his head. like a fucking lounger chair with abs.

“satoru.”

“mm?”

“why aren’t you in my throat right now.”

he hums like you just asked about the weather. “hmm… probably ‘cause last time, someone went full piranha halfway through and tried to devour me.”

“i slipped!”

he laughs—loud, unapologetic, his stupid pretty smile on full display. “you clamped down, baby. i yanked you off, and you were still holding on like a gremlin. i thought i lost circulation.”

you glare down at him, completely naked, chest heaving, pussy soaked between your thighs and still grinding slightly on his leg like your body’s acting on survival instinct alone. “you know what? next time i’m just gonna choke on air, is that better?! just pretend-cock until i pass out?!”

he bites his lip to stop from laughing again.

you growl. “this is abuse. emotional. spiritual. oral neglect.”

“oral neglect?” he echoes, wiping fake tears. “my god.”

“YES. i haven’t sucked you off in days. DAYS, satoru! my lips are getting soft! my jaw forgot how to unhinge!”

“baby—”

you slam your fists on his thighs dramatically. “I’M WASTING AWAY. there are people in the world who would kill for this opportunity, and you’re out here being stingy!”

“you bit me.”

“WITH LOVE!”

he stretches, big and smug and insufferable. his cock twitches again, begging for your mouth like it misses you too. he knows. he’s evil. and you’re about to cry.

“i just wanna taste,” you mumble, lower lip trembling as you drag yourself up his body like a starving animal. “just a little lick. please. please satoru. i’ll be so good. i’ll moan and everything. i’ll gargle if you want me to.”

he blinks. “you’ll what?”

“satoru,” you say again, softer this time, almost too genuine for the chaos you were spewing just minutes ago. “i’ll be gentle. i’ll go slow, i promise.” your hands slide further up his thighs, and you bat your lashes at him with a look so sinful it could start a religion.

“you said that last time. and i nearly blacked out. i saw stars. you think that’s normal?”

“maybe i wanted to show you god. ever think of that?”

he snorts, gropping you by the boob with no warning. “you’re a freak. a dangerous, beautiful little freak.” his voice drops, eyes hooded now, and you can feel him twitch beneath you even as he tries to act tough.

“then let me be your little danger,” you purr, leaning forward to bite his earlobe just enough to make him shiver. “just one chance. i’ll be nice. i won’t leave a single tooth mark—unless you want me to.”

his head falls back with a low groan, hips jerking up slightly before he slaps a hand over his eyes like he’s shielding himself from the sun. “you’re lucky you’re cute. and hot. and you smell really good. ugh.”

you place both hands on his hips, face hovering dangerously close. “satoru. i’m gonna start crying.”

“don’t you dare—”

a sob bubbles in your throat. “i need it.”

he sighs like a man who’s lived through five wars and still got defeated by your tears. “you’re insane.”

“and your problem! now give me my fucking lollipop!”

you lurch forward—and he catches you by the forehead with one hand, holding you back like a villain holding off an overexcited puppy. you squeal. your hands are slapping at his thighs. your mouth is open. and he’s still denying you.

“okAY, OKAY,” he says, eyes wide, panicked laughter spilling out as you start going full feral. “baby—baby, fine, you get ONE chance. one! i swear if i feel even a hint of teeth—”

“you won’t even remember your name, satoru,” you growl, lowering like a woman possessed. “now shut up and let me ruin your fucking life.”

“you’re unbelievable,” he laughs, finally lifting his hips in surrender. “get over here and do your worst. or your best. god, i don’t even know anymore.”

GETO SUGURU

you’re already underneath him, thighs twitching, body bare and needy, his cock dragging along your slick folds just enough to make your brain fizz. his hair’s loose, dark and wild, face annoyingly calm while you’re fighting for your damn life beneath him.

“suguru,” you hiss, hips bucking. “let me suck your dick or i swear to god i’ll set the apartment on fire.”

he raises an eyebrow, unbothered, not moving an inch closer. “interesting escalation. is that before or after you bite me again?”

you whimper—genuinely whimper, back arching as you clutch his arms like a woman who’s just heard she’s been banished from salvation. “it wasn’t a bite, it was a nibble! a love nibble! a little hello from my molars!”

“you broke the skin.”

“i’m in mourning, suguru. don’t you see me?” your voice cracks as you throw your arm across your forehead like a shakespearean tragedy. “i haven’t had cock in my mouth in two days. two. i’m dehydrated. my jaw’s cramping from emptiness. i’m dying.”

he blinks slowly. “you ate an entire box of cookies this morning and called it your ‘oral coping mechanism.’”

“because you won’t feed me properly!”

his dick twitches against you and your eyes lock on it instantly, like a predator. you try to sit up, but he pushes you back down with a hand to your chest like you’re a possessed little brat on the verge of attacking.

“uh uh. no. last time you gave head, you went feral. it wasn’t a blowjob, it was an assassination attempt.”

“you liked it!” you screech, trying to bite his arm just to prove a point.

he yanks it back before your teeth land and gives you a look that’s 50% exasperated dad and 50% amused boyfriend who absolutely lives for your bullshit. “and you keep proving my point.”

you lean closer, brushing your nose against his jaw, your voice dropping to that sweet, sultry tone that makes him tense up every damn time. “suguru,” you whisper, grabbing his hips and dragging your nails into them like a demon, you murmur, pressing soft kisses under his ear, trailing them down to his neck, “if you don’t let me suck your dick right now, i will walk outside, climb on the kitchen counter, and yell to the neighbors that you don’t fuck me anymore.”

he sighs deeply. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m in pain!” you wail, rocking your hips against his just to make your point clearer. “your cock was in my mouth one minute, and the next you’re yanking me off like i’m some horny stray! i’m starving!”

he leans down, mouth brushing your ear, voice low and sinful. “you think starving is bad? keep whining. you’ll be begging for days.”

you make a noise—somewhere between a growl and a sob—and immediately start pounding your fists against his chest. “LET! ME! SUCK! YOUR! COCK!”

“no!” he says, wheezing from laughter as he holds your wrists. “not until you can promise to behave.”

“i won’t! i never will! i want to be ruined! i want to suck you until you’re twitching and sobbing and i black out like a fucking feral beast!”

he stares at you.

you pant.

he runs a hand over his face. “…jesus christ.”

you grab his cock.

he lets you.

“…fine,” he mutters. “but if you bite me again, i’m putting you in a muzzle.”

“deal,” you purr, already sliding down. “and maybe a leash next time too.”

NANAMI KENTO

“absolutely not.”

his tone is calm. firm. the kind of firm that makes people shut up and sit down. but not you. oh, never you. instead, you’re standing at the foot of the bed with both hands on your hips, hair wild, eyes blazing, looking like you’re about to go to war.

“you’re denying me?” you say, like he just said no to proposing. “me? your girlfriend? the woman who washes your shirts and steals your ties and lets you use her thighs as stress pillows?”

“you bit me,” he reminds you coolly, as if he hasn’t been shifting in his chair all day thinking about it. “very hard. and I’m not in the mood to gamble with my physical wellbeing tonight.”

“it was one time!” you cry, throwing yourself dramatically onto the mattress. “and you made that noise—you know, the one that sounds like you’re possessed by lust? it turned me on so bad i just lost control!”

“that noise,” he says dryly, “was the sound of pain.”

“okay, but, like... sexy pain!” you scoot closer, crawling toward him with the dedication of a woman on a mission. your hands are already creeping up his thighs as he sits there in his crisp button-down, sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose, looking like the hottest finance god who ever lived. “you looked so hot. so flustered. so... biteable.”

nanami exhales slowly through his nose, as if he’s meditating. you can see his restraint cracking—see the way his hand twitches like he’s fighting the urge to grab you and punish you in the most delicious way.

“i’m not some chew toy for you to get riled up and gnaw on when you’re horny,” he mutters, but his voice is already lower, rougher, his legs spreading just a little as your lips graze his thigh.

“nooo, you’re my perfect, hardworking, ridiculously handsome man with the most glorious dick i’ve ever seen,” you moan dramatically. “i miss him. he misses me. we had a thing, nanami. we had a connection.”

he actually groans under his breath, tossing his head back for a moment. “you’re insufferable.”

“you love it.” your mouth is already pressed against his clothed length, nuzzling through the fabric like it’s the only source of oxygen in the room. “you love it when i get like this. desperate. needy. dramatic. all for you.”

“you make it... extremely difficult to be the responsible one in this relationship,” he mutters, finally threading a hand through your hair and gripping it just a bit too tight. “i’m trying to have boundaries.”

“boundaries are for cowards,” you say, voice muffled by his zipper. “i’m not leaving until i’ve got your dick in my throat or you drag me away kicking and screaming.”

he glares down at you, jaw clenched, but his eyes are blown wide and his breath’s hitching like he’s already giving in. “and if you bite me again?”

you blink up at him innocently. “then you’ll have to teach me a lesson. daddy.”

his hand tightens in your hair so fast, you whimper. his face drops into something darker. flushed, heated, unchained.

“that’s it,” he says, voice a low growl now. “you get one chance. no teeth. and if you so much as grazed me—i swear to god, i’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there aching for hours.”

you shiver. “promise?”

he groans again—this time pained for a different reason—and unbuckles his belt with a look that spells doom and bliss in equal measure.

“you’re lucky i love you,” he mutters, pushing your hair out of your face like he’s about to watch art unfold.

“i know,” you grin, already lowering your head with stars in your eyes. “and your dick’s lucky too.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“look at you.”

his voice is low. almost a purr. one arm thrown over the back of the couch, the other resting on his thick thigh, fingers absently tapping like he’s got all the time in the world. and there you are—on the damn floor, crawling toward him with a sheet half-draped around your bare body, your knees hitting the carpet with each desperate shuffle.

“you’re so dramatic,” he chuckles, watching you like a predator, boxer briefs soaked through with a very obvious dark patch from just how much he’s leaking. you two had barely finished wrestling on the bed—bodies tangled, lips bitten, hands everywhere—before he escaped, telling you to cool off and earn it if you really wanted him.

and you did. god, you did.

“toji, please,” you whisper, clutching his thighs like they’re your lifeline, forehead pressed just above his knee. your lips are swollen, eyes glassy, your whole body buzzing from the leftover high of grinding against him. the sheet slides a little lower, barely covering anything at all. “i need it. need you. want your cock so bad it hurts—”

he snorts. “you didn’t seem to have any problem using your teeth last time, sweetheart.”

“that was reflex!” you cry, kissing the muscle of his thigh, voice shaking with humiliation and need. “you were flexing. i blacked out. i was in heat or something.”

“you damn near bit me,” he mutters, but he’s already spreading his legs wider, letting you slip in closer between them. “ain’t lettin’ you suck me off until you beg like you mean it.”

you look up at him, face hot, eyes wild. “toji, i am. look at me, i’m naked and on my knees—i’m practically weeping for it.” your fingers curl into his thighs, massaging slowly. “i love your cock. i miss it in my mouth. i wanna taste you so bad i’m shaking. please let me make it up to you, i’ll be good, i swear. no teeth, just tongue. soft, warm, wet, messy—however you want it, please.”

he groans under his breath, cock twitching under the wet fabric, already starting to swell again.

“fuck. you’re pathetic,” he says, but there’s affection in it. a twisted sort of pride. “my poor little slut crawling for dick. what’d i do to you, huh?”

“ruined me,” you whimper. “you broke me. there’s no coming back. i need you in my throat or i’m gonna lose my mind.”

his hand drops to your head, gripping your hair tight. “you’re sick.”

“you made me sick,” you whisper, nose brushing the base of his length. “and now you gotta take responsibility.”

toji laughs—deep, dark, filthy. “that so?” he lets you tug his boxers down just enough to free him, his cock soaked, heavy, dripping against your cheek. “you better treat him right this time. if i feel teeth, you’re not gettin’ shit for a week.”

you nod frantically, lips parting as you kiss the head, licking up his length like it’s the answer to every prayer you’ve ever said.

“good girl,” he mutters, voice all grit and gravel, hand tightening in your hair like he’s anchoring himself to reality. “make it nice. messy. and if you make me cum like that again, maybe i’ll let you ride me like the rabid little bitch you are.”

you moan in response, mouth full, eyes fluttering, sheet slipping off your back completely as you settle in between his thighs like it’s your altar.

and toji?

he just grins.

“atta girl. daddy’s real proud.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

“are you insane?” sukuna growls, yanking you off his cock with a wet pop, thick fingers gripping your jaw as he glares down at you like you just committed a federal crime. “i told you no fuckin’ teeth, brat.”

you blink up at him, dazed, spit trailing down your chin, his taste still hot on your tongue—and then you gasp, like you’ve just been stabbed in the heart.

“it was an accident!” you shriek, dramatically flopping back onto the bed with a loud wail, dragging the back of your hand across your forehead like a Victorian widow. “i didn’t mean to! you’re so big it’s hard to breathe, sukuna!”

he groans and rolls his eyes, turning away, his cock still hard and glistening, twitching with every heartbeat. “and now you’re being fuckin’ dramatic.”

you let out a gasping, exaggerated sob. “because you RUINED me! you ripped your cock out like i was some uncivilized beast! i was worshipping you! that was the best head you’ve ever gotten and you know it!”

“you bit me!”

“NOT ON PURPOSE!” you're full-on yelling now, wrapping yourself in the sheets like you’re mourning the death of your dignity. “i was in the zone! it slipped! i’m sorry, your majesty, please just let me suck you again before i combust!”

he doesn’t say anything. just leans against the wall with his arms crossed, cock still leaking, veins bulging from how hard he is—and that only makes you worse.

you crawl to the edge of the bed and point at it like it’s a crime scene. “look at it! it’s crying, sukuna. your dick misses me. it’s not even mad! we made up already! we’ve been through so much together, and you’re going to let one little bite ruin everything?!”

he barks out a laugh—real and sharp and rough—and wipes a hand down his face. “you’re fucking unhinged.”

you whimper, lower lip wobbling as you shuffle back onto your knees, reaching for him with trembling hands like a woman starved. “i just want to make you feel good,” you whine, hands clutching his thighs dramatically once he is close. “please let me try again. i’ll be slow, i’ll go so soft, i’ll baby it. i’ll kiss it better, i swear.” you lean in and whisper like it’s sacred: “i’ll sing lullabies to it.”

he nearly chokes on his breath, head thrown back in a bark of laughter, but when he looks down again, his expression twists. your eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet from earlier—and you’re trembling with need, thighs pressed together like you’ll die if he doesn’t let you back on his cock.

he watches you for a second. his cock twitches again. hard. twitchy.

“…fuck me,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “you’re so annoying it’s hot.”

you light up. “so does that mean—”

“no,” he growls, pushing you back onto the bed again before took another steps back. “you’re gonna lay there and think about what you did.”

you wail like a banshee. “I WAS THINKING ABOUT IT WHILE I WAS SUCKING YOU!”

“TOO BAD.”

you thrash under the sheets like you’re possessed, kicking the mattress, fists in your hair. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH! I’M GONNA DIE WITHOUT YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH, IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? TO KILL ME? MURDER BY DENIAL?!”

sukuna’s lips twitch.

“drama queen,” he mutters, but he’s already walking back toward the bed.

and you?

you’re waiting, pretty little pout on your lips, one eye peeking open, whispering:

“…does that mean i can suck it now?”

he sighs.

“if you fuckin’ bite me again, i’m tying you up and making you watch me jerk off.”

“…deal.” his cock , thick and soaked and pulsing against your cheek. “mmm,” you moan, nuzzling him like you’ve been starving for this. “hi, baby. missed me?”

“you talk to my dick more than you talk to me,” sukuna mutters, watching you with a half-crazed grin. “but keep going, let’s see if you can make me cum without getting punished.”

you wink up at him, tongue out, already devouring him.

and sukuna just growls, one hand in your hair, the other gripping the back of your head like he’s barely holding himself back.

“that’s it. make it messy, slut. show me how desperate you really are.”

SHIU KONG

“mmph—wait, ow—okay, nope, that’s it,” shiu grunts, suddenly yanking your head back by your hair. his cock slips free from your mouth, slick and flushed, and his eyes are sharp with irritation.

“you bit me again.”

you blink up at him, wide-eyed, lips shiny and red like sin, a little dazed. “...i didn’t mean to—”

“you bit my dick.”

“it was barely a nibble!”

one sharp, violent bite,” he snaps, brows raised, looking at you like you’re some wild animal that got inside his house. “you think that shit’s cute?”

you sit back on your heels, eyes wide, chest heaving like you've just survived a war. “it wasn’t on purpose!” you shout, voice cracking. “you grabbed my hair and moaned like a goddamn demon, i thought i was dying—it scared me! it was a survival response!”

shiu runs a hand over his face, cock still standing tall and twitchy like it doesn’t care what his brain is saying. “a survival response is ducking. not biting the head of my dick like it owes you money.”

you gasp again—deeply offended—before flopping backwards onto the bed with a loud, wounded groan, sheets tangling around your body like a collapsing ghost. “i can’t believe this,” you moan, hand over your chest. “i’m being punished. denied. forsaken.”

“good,” he mutters. “think about what you did.”

“i was! i was repenting! with my mouth!” you shriek, writhing on the bed now, like your soul is being pulled out of your body. “and you ripped your cock out like i was some kind of threat! do you hate me?!”

he stares at you like he’s mentally filing a restraining order.

and you? you crumble. dramatically. hands over your hair, you tangled into the sheets like you’ve been mortally wounded, the back of your hand flung across your forehead like you’re starring in a Shakespearean tragedy.

“oh my god,” you wail. “you’re rejecting me. again.”

“yes. because you keep fucking biting me.”

“i didn’t mean to! i got excited!” you sob. “i told you, you were moaning like, like... some low-budget porno villain and you were so deep, i couldn’t breathe, and then—then my brain shut down!”

shiu’s hand is on his hip now, head tilted, staring at you like you’re a broken vending machine that just ate his money.

“you are too unhinged to have a mouth license.”

you gasp, offended. “you’re gonna punish me for enthusiasm?! for dedication?! shiu, i was trying to impress you! i wanted to be your top-ranking throat champion!”

“you’re disqualified.”

you let out a long, theatrical wail, rolling yourself in the sheets like a demented spring roll, clutching a pillow to your chest.

“then what’s the point of living?!” you cry out. “what’s the point of being sexy if i can’t even use it?! i was born to suck your cock, and now it’s been taken from me. how cruel the world is.”

he groans, wiping his hand down his face. “you’re exhausting.”

“then let me drain you!” you sit up, eyes wild, hair a mess, sheets slipping off your shoulder. “you’re already hard again! your dick misses me! he’s not even mad! he’s asking for me—i can hear him whispering. he said, ‘where’s she goin’? bring her back.’”

he’s losing it now. jaw clenched. lips twitching like he’s trying not to laugh. “i should muzzle you and put you in a cage.”

you moan. actually moan. “yes, daddy, punish me for my crimes! let the punishment be your cock down my throat!”

shiu walks away like he’s going to go pray or find an exorcist.

you?

you follow him on your knees, dragging the sheet behind you like a bridal veil, whispering, “please… please, just let me make it right… let me apologize to him personally…”

he turns around slowly, staring down at you. his cock’s still hard. you both know it.

“you swear you won’t bite me again?”

you nod frantically. “i’ll treat him like a prince. a baby lamb. i’ll be a good girl, i swear.”

“…if i feel even one tooth, you’re getting a gag and i’m going to edge the fuck out of you all night.”

your eyes sparkle.

“you promise?”

HIGURUMA HIROMI

you’re under his desk, knees pressed into the carpet, palms spread against his thighs like you were summoned by divine command. his slacks are already unzipped—his shirt sleeves rolled, pen tucked behind his ear, glasses slipping down his nose. he looks like a goddamn courtroom fantasy.

you’re seconds away from having your dinner. the meal of kings. your mouth is practically watering, lips already parting as your fingers hook into his waistband.

but the second you tug his briefs down and get a glimpse of him, warm and heavy and waiting for worship—his hand snaps down.

he stops you. stops you.

your mouth hovers a breath away. “what the fuck?”

his eyes don’t even lift from the paper he’s reviewing. “no.”

you blink. “no??”

“you bit me two days ago.”

you sit back on your heels like you’ve been physically struck. like he just told you your favorite bakery burned down.

“that wasn’t on purpose!”

his brow twitches slightly, finally glancing down at you over the rim of his glasses. “you’ve said that three times now.”

“because it’s true!” you cry, grabbing his thighs dramatically. “it was enthusiastic teeth, not malicious teeth!”

he exhales slowly, setting his pen down like he’s preparing to deliver a verdict. “my cock disagrees.”

“he was moaning! he was into it!”

“he was in pain.”

you gasp, hands flying to your mouth. “you’re lying to turn him against me!”

“he has trust issues now.”

you lurch forward again, arms wrapping around his hips as you press your cheek to his thigh like a rejected lover begging for one last dance. “i’ll rebuild that trust. i’ll make amends. i’ll speak to him directly if i have to.”

“you’re not putting my cock through trauma bonding.”

you groan like you're dying, forehead thudding against his knee. “hiromi, please. this is cruel and unusual. i’m starving. you’re there, he’s there—everyone’s here! let me serve my country.”

he’s trying not to smile. you can tell. you see the slight twitch in his lip, the way his fingers tap against the desk like he’s counting to ten.

“you're unbelievable.”

“i’m committed.”

“you’re a menace.”

you pout up at him, eyes big, lower lip trembling. “i’ll be soft. so soft. i’ll hum him lullabies. i’ll put a little bow on him if that’s what he needs.”

he groans under his breath and leans back slightly in the chair. “if i let you, and i feel even one tooth…”

“then what?” you whisper, excited now, leaning in. “you gonna make me cry?”

he leans forward, resting one elbow on his knee, staring you down with that judge-like stare that makes you throb.

“i’ll finish on your tongue and tell you it’s your punishment.”

you grin like the fucking devil. “your honor, i accept the sentence.”

his fly is open.

you win.

for now.

[prkhaven]

that big chain hoon was wearing dangling and swinging in ur face as he practically folds u in half and pounds you til u cant walk….. cough…

nico…. let’s talk a walk into the sunset, hand in hand.

warnings: smut minors do not interact, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, profanity, best friend’s loner brother!sunghoon, petnames(princess, good girl)

SUNGHOON doesn’t have a girlfriend, never has and never will according to his sister. little does she know her very own best friend screams and pulls at his chain every other day.

he takes the empty remarks thrown to him by his sister.

always waving her off by going up to his room and ignoring the following gaze coming from you beside her to lock himself in his room until the dead of night where you would come knocking.

and every time he opens the door, he sees the same shimmering eyes you always give him when no one is around and he falls deep.

that’s how he finds himself ramming into your soaked self. your legs perched on his shoulders as he pressed his body weight down onto you.

you let out gasps and strained whines to keep quiet, not feeling in being caught but sunghoon hates when you do that. and you knew that. “you know i love to hear you princess” he drags himself out before pushing back in a slow manner

you clawed at his biceps, the cold chain dangling over your face as he whispers in your ear. “Don’t get shy on me now, you were just riding me with no shame in my car last night”

you blabbed incoherently leaving him to chuckle at your state “can’t fucking think straight without my cock buried deep inside of you huh”

a louder moan than anticipated slipped past your lips when his pressed down into your clit. you slap a hand over your mouth to keep quiet but weak moans melted into your palm.

sunghoon gripped the flesh of your legs, his fingers digging into them while he pistons his cock deep past your gummy walls. a stretch that you will never get used to. “answer me princess”

“yes! yes!” you muffled into your hand but he stopped his thrust and gripped to your wrist to yank the restraint that stopped him from properly hearing you

“repeat it” he told and your bottom lip quivered however not a thought processed when he dragged his shaft out again, his tip hanging inside of you before pushing back in one swift motion, “say it”

“please sunghoon! yes” you slipped out loudly uncaring of who heard you, merely wanting sunghoon to take care of you

“that’s my good girl” he rubbed a hand over the back of you thighs as he picked up his pace, ranging from fast and sharp to long and soft

the drag of pleasures made you dizzy. your hand balled into a fist which didn’t last long when he pried open your hand and made you grab his chain.

instantly you pulled down at the cold metal hovering your face to press his forehead against yours. sunghoon smirked wildly when your face contorted when he reached inside your cervix.

“you look pretty” he slurred making your heart flutter in your chest, “you always do”

“i need to make you mine. breed your pussy and ruin it just for me”

your mind accepted the words as truth—in your mind they were nothing but that. “hoonie” you mewled his name sending him into a haze

pushing his cock harder into you, you pulled harder on the necklace. he groaned at the burn at his neck but he pressed on.

each stretch and push made your head lol back into his pillows, your senses becoming overwhelmed by him, “take it princess- i’m going to fill you up until it swishes in your stomach, you’ll be feeling me days”

your hand weakened around the chain allowing it to dangle over your face. your hands fisting his sheets as your body jolts forwards with each push.

“more. more” you blabbed and he laughed at the incoherence

“what was that?” he teased and you knew that but not in a mood to mess around, you gave up all strength and melted into him

“need more- want more please” your wish was his command

each thrust made you see stars like the ones that sparkled in his eyes. your heart clenched in your chest while catching a glimpse of his gaze. so focused, so enthralled.

sunghoon grunts everytime you clamped around him until he let out a guttural moan when you convulse around his shaft and covered him in your release, quickly prompting his own orgasm.

he strains a moan as he spilled into your velvet walls, painting them white of him. the grasp on your legs loosened and you were left to think that was it and you’d go back to your best friend’s room like nothing happened as always.

however you were mistaken when sunghoon suddenly adjusted himself in between your legs, your lower half slightly lifted off the bed and onto his lip.

his cock still lodged in you as you feel a hold metal on your chest. peering open your eyes and looking down to see the big silver chain resting on your marked chest before looking up to sunghoon who softly smiled—different than the polite ones he always gives whenever everyone else is around.

“looks way better on you then me” he softly says but suddenly hooks his fingers around the jewelry and lifts your neck up by it as he slams his hips upwards to meet yours

bringing his mouth to your ear, he chuckled loudly, “keep it safe for me okay princess”

you were in for a long night.

and that following morning you stumbled into the kitchen, your hands on the countertop to stabilize your weaken legs as you tried to squeeze your thighs together to stop the leaking cum from dripping down anymore.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” your best friend points out and sunghoon who just walked in has to hold back a smile as he takes a sip of water

but the water spits from his mouth in shock at your next words for his sister’s question while you stare dead into his eyes.

“your brother happened”

——

[pochaccoups]

the seven deadly sins — seventeen hyung line ver. (18+)

SEUNGCHEOL —; ENVY

Seungcheol can’t help how often the daggers of jealousy sink into his heart. You’re you, after all. The fucking hot love of his life. He think it’s a little justified that seeing other men make you smile brings out this possessive, protective urge in him, because it’s him that should be making you smile and laugh.

He’s not an asshole though. He’s not the type to punch a guy for checking you out, or even for hitting on you when he’s not by your side. He’s not even the type to intimidate, or humiliate. Your relationship is built upon a steady foundation of trust, and he knows before you even get to tell him that you’ve politely let whoever know that you’re taken.

That means it’s you who’s on the receiving end of his pent up envy.

Harsh, merciless snaps of his hips drive your face deeper into the pillow, make your muffled moans grow louder. Your poor pussy weeps around his cock as it drives in and out of you, as though Seungcheol won’t relent until he’s carved the shape of it into your guts. Until your mind can only think about him, him, him.

It’s his name you sob like you’re praying for forgiveness, his cock that finds a home in your greedy walls, his mouth that marks your skin and leaves a message upon you—you’re being taken care of.

JEONGHAN —; GREED

When Yoon Jeonghan wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it.

You were a smart girl, and he liked that. He wanted to play games with you, and you saw through him. Pretended to play along so you could play your own games and string him along, all in the name of fun. He wanted you—badly. Wanted to make you go dumb, put you in your place. How badly did you want the same thing.

What you quickly learn, however, is that it is not enough for Yoon Jeonghan to finally get what he wants. Even when he’s finally managed to slither his way between your legs, made you cry on his tongue and then his cock, in his eyes remains something akin to hunger.

He needs more.

Seeing you fall apart at his hands has altered something in his brain.

“One more, pretty?” he asks, soft and angelic, as though he hasn’t turned your bones into jelly and filled your head with cotton. He draws circles on your tummy; presses a kiss to your hair in a way that makes you melt for him.

“Can’t, Hannie, ‘s too much,” you mumble, your throat like sandpaper.

“It’ll feel good,” he says, sliding his hand between your legs to play with your poor puffy clit, grinning as you whimper at the contact. “Yeah?”

Your reply comes as a pitiful, broken moan. When he gets you to your high, it comes as a gentle, pulsing wave, but you’ve reached heaven now, and Jeonghan has guided you there. You’re floating, brainless, and as your eyes flutter shut and you drift away into slumber, he knows he has won.

JOSHUA —; PRIDE

Joshua Hong. The man who’s got it all. The face, the body, the voice, the girl.

Every conversation he has is about you, you, you. You’re his phone lockscreen. His social media pages are made up of pictures of you. It’s almost insufferable, the way he doesn’t shut up about how perfect of a partner you are.

He buys you a one-of-a-kind engagement ring. He doesn’t tell you how much it’s worth, but secretly he’ll leak it to the press—a quarter of a million dollars and a two year wait for it to be crafted.

It should come as no surprise that he likes to film you taking his cock. It’s not enough for him to slide his cock into your heat, to bury it snug between your velvety walls—he needs a way of remembering the tight, slippery grip of your pretty cunt pulsing around him, and the shameless, debauched noises you make when he fucks you good. Work means he can be far from you sometimes, and timezones mean you can’t just call, so tapes it is.

They’re strictly for your and his eyes only—of course. However, what crosses his mind too often is a devilish little voice in the back of his head telling him to post it. Just make a burner account. She’ll never know. But he can’t bring himself to do it when the ring on your finger is a promise of his trust.

Instead he’ll leave his phone unlocked, opened on his camera roll where the videos haven’t been tucked away into the hidden folder ‘yet’, or ‘accidentally’ clicking the wrong thing when sending his friends photos and ‘not realising’ until an hour later that he’d exposed to them a short dim clip of him covering your tits with his cum.

He knows they want you. It’s not like they hide their wolfish stares, their drooling mouths, their licked lips. They’ll never have you, though, and he sleeps well at night knowing that. With you in his arms, too.

JUN —; LUST

Junhui is quite a wildcard— a mix of a little bit of every sin. Above all, however, he is just so full of desire. He’s got an unquenchable libido that is heightened when he’s in love. And you are his lucky victim.

It’s the littlest things you do that make him hard. It’s even things you don’t do. It’s the way your tits sit in a low cut top on a blistering summer’s day. It’s the way you like to run your hands through his hair when you’re lounging on the couch together, or sitting at the dinner table. It’s the way you call his name from another room with the sweetest lilt to your voice: “Junieee?”

It’s the way you take him so good, whether you’re bent over the kitchen counter or pressed up against the wall or rolled onto your side first thing in the morning. He’s so greedy for you, for the warm embrace of your wet, fluttering pussy and for the sound of your soft, blissful moans.

It doesn’t help that you’re always so wet, so open and ready for him. Knowing that does terrible things to his sanity. You’re so pliable when he gets his hands on you, so welcoming, letting him play with you as he pleases. You try to play it off as he kisses along your neck and gropes at your nipples through your shirt, pretend like he’s bothering you, but you’re not fooling anyone.

He’ll try to make things quick sometimes, make you cum on his fingers while he kisses you hard, or let you take him down your throat, but then it’s you who’s whining, batting your eyelashes because you want more. He’s ruined you. You’re perfect for him.

HOSHI —; GLUTTONY

Oh, he can’t get enough of you. When he gets his hands (or, well, his mouth) on you, it’s over.

Kwon Soonyoung would spend weeks on end between your legs if he only could. He’d give up food and water and shelter and money if it meant he could survive on your pussy alone. It’s enough sustenance, he swears it.

“Taste so sweet, baby,” he tells you, smeared and glistening with you all down his chin and neck. He's the image of debauchery, indulgence, shamelessness all at once. You look even worse for wear. Sweaty, lips puffy from being bitten, skin burning, hair tousled. Both of you look like sin.

It always starts so innocent. Well, as innocent as your boyfriend using your stomach or tits as a pillow can be. “Just taking a nap,” he’ll insist. Then his fingers start wandering, and his hand is down your pants, and his head is between your thighs.

“Just… Just a lil’ sip, yeah?” he’ll promise, and you never believe him as his tongue dives into your cunt. It’s never been ‘just a sip’. He makes you sob, makes you spill your nectar all over his tongue and drinks it like it’s the blood of the Lord until he’s intoxicated by it, hooked on it, his life depends on it. He’ll keep eating even though he’s full and you’re a quivering, writhing mess, and even then it still won’t be enough.

WONWOO —; WRATH

Wonwoo is not mean. He doesn’t have much of a temper. He’s calm. Patient. Soft-spoken. His best friends of ten years have only seen him yell once. Really, he’s the last person to be described as wrathful.

Somehow, though, you’ve figured out how to get on every last one of his nerves. He’s smitten with you, but fuck if you don’t raise his heart rate sometimes.

“Are you really wearing that out, baby?” he asks, eyes dropping to the where you tug at your miniskirt, only for it to ride back up to just beneath your ass the second you move again.

“Yeah, why?” you reply, tilting your head at yourself in the mirror. “You don’t think I look hot?”

“You do, but—”

“You think I look like a slut?”

“No, love. It’s two degrees out. I don’t want you to freeze.”

“You just don’t want other men looking at me, I get it. God, you’re so controlling.”

You don’t mean it. His jaw still clenches.

Then it’s a never-ending back and forth until you’ve managed to wear out every last thread of his patience, and he’s putting you on your knees and stuffing your mouth full of his cock in return for you putting words in his. He’ll fuck your throat until it’s raw and your mascara bleeds down your face, until his release spills on your tongue and he’s cooing at you to swallow it like a good girl.

Then he’ll ruin your pussy. Flip that stupid little miniskirt up over your ass and give you something to complain about.

WOOZI —; SLOTH

It’s a well-known fact that Jihoon is a laid-back man. Not quite lazy—when it comes to his work he’s very much the opposite. It's just that doesn’t put any more effort into things than he needs to.

His slothful sex habits don’t come from the fact that he thinks you should be doing all the work because he has an ego. It’s nothing like that. It’s that he likes to let you take what you want from him, what you need. Which is why, most of the time, he’ll sit back and let you do exactly that.

With his arms behind his head, he watches with his bottom lip snagged between his teeth as you ride his cock into tomorrow. He’s in no rush to cum. So long as you’re not done with him, he doesn’t feel the need.

You’re a vision, anyway; and him, a sort of voyeur. His head spins only from the sound of your soft, broken moans, your disheveled appearance, the spit and cum and the marks that run down your chest. Your tight pussy is heavenly too, fluttering so temptingly around him, so needy, and he's not even doing anything.

Eventually comes your soft whining. Like clockwork, your hips start to slow, your words edged with exhaustion. “Jihoonie, my thighs hurt…”

"Ah, poor thing," he coos, but even in your fucked-out state you can hear the faux-concern in his words. He reaches for your face, warm and damp with sweat, and cups your cheek, running his thumb over your spit-slicked lips. "You wanted my cock so bad, didn't you? Then take it yourself."

Your thighs burn, and walking will hurt in the morning, but the only way you will get an orgasm and a load from your boyfriend is if you do as he says, so you brace yourself against his chest, and you ride him hard.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Can I see your d*ck? (pt 3)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

synopsis: your pretty best friend shows you some mercy...

wc: 1.6k

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, handjob, oral (m), cum swallowing

a/n: part 3! there might be a part 4...😉

masterlist

You were barely holding on, the last sane part of your mind slipping out just as Felix started teasing your entrance with three of his fingertips.

"F-Felix... Please." you whimpered and he smirked.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to take this." he pouted, teasing you and you were so close to just grabbing his wrist and making him shove his fingers inside you.

"I will, I promise!" you begged, feeling desperate as the embarrassment you felt earlier slowly started flying out the window.

"Hm..." Felix pretended to think, only pushing his fingertips in teasingly and you realized just how much three fingers are. You almost faltered when he smirked at you.

"Spread her for me." he whispered and you almost exploded right then and there as you put your fingers on either sides of your folds, spreading yourself for him.

"Pretty." he smirked and slowly pushed in, meeting some resistance even after you came and were still so wet. A whimper escaped your lips as you tried to relax, spreading your legs more. Felix could see and feel that you were struggling and he stopped midway.

"Does it hurt?" he asked and you could see the concern in his face, making your stomach flutter.

"No. It's just a little uncomfortable." you answered.

"I can stop if you want me to." he offered, his thumb brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit.

"No! Please don't stop!" you were determined to see this through, you were too far gone to back out now.

"Okay, sweetheart." Felix smirked at the way you clenched around him when he used the nickname, your pussy sucking his fingers in as he slowly filled you up.

"Oh, god." your eyes rolled back and you shut them tightly as your hands grabbed at the sheets below.

Felix bit on his lip as he observed you, his heart racing and his dick twitching in his pants. There was only so much teasing he too could take.

Playing with you without giving you what you actually wanted felt like he was edging himself too and it was becoming painful. His dick was straining against his pants so much that he felt as if they were going to burst open soon, he needed some kind of release. So, he used the fact that you were so gone in the feeling of his fingers fucking you slowly and he let his other hand travel down his body.

He gripped at himself, a low moan escaping his lips as he continued his pace, spreading you open with three fingers. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at him in a daze, your gaze traveling down until you stopped, watching him palm and grip himself through his pants.

"Fuck." you groaned. "Please let me see it! I can't wait anymore. Please."

"I think you should- ugh... Be patient." Felix tried to keep his composure but you could see he was slowly unraveling.

"I've been patient enough. I did what you said, three fingers. Come on, no more stalling." you stopped his wrist from moving and he whined, pulling his fingers out and cursing under his breath.

"I guess that a deal is a deal." Felix pulled his sweatpants down and you licked your lips in anticipation as you sat up, the throbbing feeling between your legs becoming almost unbearable.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his cheeks flushed as he looked down at himself before pulling his boxers down finally. You gasped, your legs pressing together instantly. You thought that it was the prettiest dick you've ever seen and all you wanted was to have him everywhere in you.

"See something you like sweetheart?" Felix smirked but you knew he was affected by the way you looked at him like you wanted to eat him up.

"Definitely." you said, feeling your body flush with waves of warmth.

"Better than your little porn videos?" he kept smirking and you returned it.

"I'll decide after I touch it." you whispered and leaned towards him.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart." Felix grabbed your wrists gently. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

You knew he was teasing you, the slick bastard.

"I can learn." you freed your wrists from his hands and reached down to wrap your fingers around his length. Felix let out a low groan when he felt your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows furrowing.

You bit on your lip as another wave of warmth went through your body, landing in your pussy. The way he felt in your hand, hot and heavy, his tip leaking in anticipation he felt for you only made you want more of him.

You knew he wanted to keep teasing you but his body betrayed him as he leaned into your hand, silently asking you to move. You spread the precum over his length and his eyes were still shut tightly as you started stroking him slowly.

It was almost like all of his resolve started melting with each stroke of your hand and when he opened his eyes and locked them on yours, you could feel him twitch in your hand.

"Am I doing good?" you whispered.

"Looking for praise?" he teased with a smirk.

"What if I am?" you teased back and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"You can go faster, sweetheart." his hand rested on the back of your head and gripped your hair as soon as you sped up. "Yeah, just like that baby. Keep going."

Felix leaned in and kissed you, his tongue swirling around yours as his hips started moving into your hand, matching the pace. You grabbed at his shoulder with your free hand as he knocked the breath out of your lungs.

You could feel him twitch again, leaking more precum as he got closer to the edge but you didn't wanna give him that satisfaction yet so you stopped all movement and removed your hand.

"W-why'd you stop?" Felix gasped, body arching towards you instictively.

"I wanna taste you."

The thought of your lips wrapped around his dick made Felix stutter for a moment as his hand gripped your hair harder.

"Are you sure?" he asked through gritted teeth, holding back from giving in as long as he could.

"I'm sure. Please."

Felix felt his body shiver and he got rid of his shirt before laying down on your bed and propping his hands behind his head, his eyes hazy and a cocky smile playing on his plump lips.

You chewed on your lip nervously before taking off your shirt too, throwing it aside and Felix's eyes darkened at the sight of your breasts.

"What are you waiting for, sweetheart?" he nudged your arm with his knee as you hovered closer to his dick.

"Nothing. Shut up." you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you but you threw it in the back of your head as you leaned down closer, darting your tongue out to taste him.

"Fuck, sweetheart." Felix gasped instantly as you worked your tongue on his slit and the sensitive underside of his tip. "Put your lips around it." he instructed and you did as you were told, making his eyes roll back.

"Just like that, good girl." the praise went right to your pussy and you pressed your thighs together as you felt arousal drip between your legs.

You sucked on his tip before sliding down and taking more in slowly, driving Felix insane. He put his hand on your head, not gripping or forcing you, just guiding you and making sure you stay in place as he didn't let you lift off of him completely.

You rubbed your thighs together as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked on him, the feeling of him against your tongue, the salty taste, the way he held your head down; it was too much and you moaned around him, making him arch off the bed and slip in deeper. You gagged as his tip almost touched the back of your throat, your eyes filling up with tears.

"Fuck, sorry sweetheart." he bit on his lip and you moaned around him again to let him know you're okay. His fingers tightened in your hair just a little as you continued, speeding up and trying to find the limit of how much you could take, gagging a few times and it took everything in Felix not to snap and start fucking your face.

"K-keep going, baby. Faster." he stuttered, hips lifting into you. You could feel he was close by the way he kept twitching inside your mouth and you ignored the tears in your eyes, the uncomfortable gagging feeling and the way your jaw started hurting, you just wanted to make him feel as good as he did to you.

"Y-yes, oh god! I'm close." he tried to pull you off but you slapped his hand away and gripped the base of his dick, going even faster and deeper, as much as you could.

"S-shit!" Felix groaned and his hips snapped up into your mouth as he exploded inside, the warm liquid filling up your mouth and you panicked in that moment and quickly swallowed, sucking on him a little longer until he gave you everything.

"Did you just swallow?" Felix's eyes widened as you sat up and coughed a little.

"I did." you said breathlessly and he let out a chuckle of disbelief as he sat up too.

"You're crazy, baby." he chuckled and touched your cheek, noticing you were still pressing your legs together.

"Still feeling needy, sweetheart?" he teased with that smirk of his.

"Yes." you whispered, lips hovering closer to his.

"What are you needy for?"

"Your dick." you said and Felix laughed.

"I let you see it. And taste it. You're so greedy, baby."

"Yeah, I am. What are you gonna do about that?" you smirked, teasingly running your finger on his abs and chest.

"I guess I'll give you exactly what you need."

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[be-xkyy]

Tw: sexual content, breeding, angry sex, jealous boyfriend, mate couple.

Yandere Cat Hybrid Boyfriend who is completely in love (obsessed) with his human girlfriend ♡

He can't help but hide in the corners of the house, alert with his furry ears pulled back and his tail swishing behind him before jumping in front of you every time you pass, scaring you to death

He gets extremely offended and hisses at you when you throw his "gifts" in the trash, gifts that are mostly dead rats, dead birds, spiders, and he even caught a snake once, he did all that just for you little ungrateful one

His sense of smell is highly developed so he can smell when someone else has been around you, always when you come back from the store or work he will pounce on you purring... only for his purrs to stop abruptly when he smells the scent of another male on you...

“Why do you smell like another male?! What were you doing to make him leave his scent so strong on you, huh?! You fucked him, is that it?!”

His tail bristles and his eyes squeeze into thin slits, venomous accusations leave his lips between furious hisses, it's cruel, but it's just a defense mechanism, his heart pounds in his ears and his chest hurts at the thought of you abandoning him for someone else :(

“I thought fucking you and bathing you in my essence would keep the idiots away from you! But you have no respect for yourself or me! I'm going to fuck you with an entire litter of my kittens, so you and the idiots out there know that you belong to me! ”

He doesn't listen to any of your excuses or let you explain anything, he grabs your arm tightly digging his nails into your skin which will surely be full of bruises tomorrow and drags you to the living room pushing you on the carpet, he roughly gets between your legs, the sound of the fabric tearing fills the room when he rips off your clothes revealing your lace lingerie that in any other situation he would have admired but now he's mad at you :(

He doesn't even take off his clothes, he just rips off your panties before his fingers desperately open his belt, he pulls his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, he takes his fat cock in his hand rubbing it up and down firmly, he's capable enough to see through his annoying haze and know that he has to lubricate you a little since he doesn't want to hurt you ♡

He spits on your pussy, uses his saliva to lubricate you by rubbing your clit a few times before taking his cock, guiding it towards your pussy, he inserts himself with a thrust, throwing his ears back in pure pleasure at the feeling of your tight warm pussy sucking him, his tail swings behind him at the moans you let out ♡

He moves his hips vigorously, the dirty sound of wet slaps along with his hisses and your moans fills the room, his fingers dig hard into your hips as he pushes you down impaling you on his cock that hits your cervix rhythmically over and over again, he leans over you licking your neck with his rough tongue before biting down hard breaking the skin and making you gasp in pain, your body tense up and your vaginal walls clamp down on his cock ♡

He's completely lost in his pleasure, his cock throbs and your walls clamp down on him, a warning that you'll climax soon, just like him, his furry tail wraps around your thigh as he fucks you harder, he frowns and squints, his cock frantically pounds against your bruised cervix and when you least expect it you cum, spurting onto his cock and belly with a high-pitched moan ♡

He hisses with pleasure as he feels your climax and buries himself deep inside you,he cums, milky white ropes painting your insides, his thick semen filling your fertile uterus, you whimper as his knot begins to swell inside you, big, making sure to keep you plugged so that none of his semen goes to waste, so that all his kittens grow in your belly ♡

He collapses on top of you, clinging to your warmth as he catches his breath. He rubs his nose against your jaw while his tail curls and uncurls rhythmically around your thigh, like a caress. He stares at your fucked-out form in fascination and smiles. His fangs gleam, he's almost angelic. His ears perk up happily, and he speaks with a haunting purr.

“I can't wait to fuck you every day! Now that we're making kittens together, you can't officially go back to work... we need to make a whole litter. This is the first of many, right, Mate..?”

[bloomiize]

currently thinking abt gooner/perv!jake and how he cannot keep his hands out of his pants and it’s only getting worse because of you

READ PART TWO HERE

gooner!jake jerks off TOO MUCH. it’s become an issue where even his hand doesn’t do it for him anymore. He probs watches whatever porn he can get his filthy hands on; hentai, Twitter clips, pornhub, cam girls, it’s never ending. His roommate is getting tired of hearing the low groans he lets out through the thin walls

gooner!jake probs has a secret stash of his favourite material. All of the girls look and sound eerily similar to someone he knows, you. It’s just a coincidence right?

perv!jake loves thinking about how you would sound under him. Are you loud? Maybe you’re a whimperer? Or maybe you’re shy and would try to hold back, he would change that if you’d let him. He loses his train of thought when you sit across from him and ask him if he’s done the most recent assignment.

perv!jake stares at you while you study, not in a creepy way of course. He just admires your eyes and thinks about how they’d look looking up at him while you sucked his dick. And he just likes your outfit, especially the way it hugs so tightly to your body basically exposing every curve. Oh and he’s just taking glances at your necklace. It’s not his fault that your tits are sitting so perfectly and your nipples are poking through your shirt like they want his mouth on them.

gooner!jake's pants are getting too tight. He excuses himself to the washroom. He's basically rubbing himself through his pants in the locked stall "Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, not yet" he repeats to himself.

gooner!jake goes home after your study session and can’t stop thinking about you. The way you sounded when you said his name, so sweet and perfect. He would do anything just to hear you say it again and again while he’s fucking into your tight pussy. He doesn't even say hi to his roommate on the couch, he goes straight to his room and locks it. His hands are already fumbling with his sweats and he's pulling up a video, the girl in it doesn’t sound like you but it’ll work for now

gooner!jake has been fucking his fist for about two hours. He’s cum at least twice. Or was it three times? He lost count and he can't stop even though its starting to hurt. Hes biting his shirt to help stop the sounds from coming out but that doesn't stop the wet noises that are coming from his dick.

gooner!jake has hit a point where none of the videos and pictures are turning him on. He’s been going through his folder, but none of them are good enough, none of them are you.

gooner!jake found your Instagram account through stalking your mutual friends, and lets out a pathetic whimper when he sees that its public. He scrolls through it, weeping dick still in hand. There's the cutest photo of you next to your friends, harmless, right? You're in a swimsuit, the tiniest bikini, god, it's so small he's losing his mind. Why bother wearing it if you were gonna show him everything?

gooner!jake throws his head back imagining how he'd rip it off. He wouldn't even let you go in public if you wore something like that, not unless you were covered in hickies with his seed dripping down your thigh. You would let him fuck you raw wouldn't you? His poor tip is bright red, begging to release again. He would make you feel so good if you would just let him. He sticks his tongue out hitting the damp air and thinks about how you'd taste. Fuck he could die happy if he could just lick your perfect little pussy.

gooner!jake cums with a devestating groan after three hours of nonstop gooning. He says your name while he finishes and looks at the mess he made. His hand is coated in his own cum and his abs are glistening with sweat. He's careful to pull up his sweats due to how sensitive his cock is. He finally leaves his room and checks his phone to find a message from his roommate.

"Stop being so fucking loud when you’re jerking off. I'm going out until your done. You moan the same girls name every time. just fuck her already."

gooner!jake isn't embarrassed. He and his roommate have done a lot worse together. He thinks about the last four words in his head for the next week "just fuck her already". Maybe, just maybe, he'll find the courage to ask you out and do everything he's thought about.

from bloomiize: OMG MY FIRST PIECE OF WRITING AAAAAA i hope u guys like it sorry i got kinda carried away and a little freaky.... mb gang PLS REBLOG AND LMK WHAT U THINK!! thanks for reading ^^

[wandanatsgf]

Meeting Fun

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warning this is smut that contains: a little bit of degradation, edging, fingering, public sex, Wanda using magic for sex purposes, oral sex

summary: Wanda decides to have some fun during a meeting

Authors note: I’m back!! I got inspired today and wrote this. Please enjoy

“We need to figure out a way to…” you hear Tony say before you tune him out.

You and your fellow avengers were in a meeting discussing something. You honestly weren’t sure what was being discussed as you weren’t paying attention. You were too distracted by the hand that was resting on your inner thigh to care about what Tony was saying. As the hand starts to slowly move up your thigh you turn towards the culprit, your girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff.

The table you’re sitting at has a long tablecloth that luckily covers what her hands are doing. Your chairs are side by side, as close as they could possibly be. To anyone else they might see a cute moment between girlfriends, but you two know the truth.

“Wanda, What are you doing?” you quietly ask the brunette haired girl next to you, already knowing what she was playing at. She loved playing risky games like this, no matter where you were or who was around.

“Nothing детка (baby),” she responds back, her tone innocent. Her face was anything but as she slowly circles your inner thigh. She moves her hand up higher and higher, until her hand was right above your underwear, lightly playing with the band.

“Wanda please,” you beg in your mind, knowing she was already reading it.

“Please what Принцесса (princess)? What do you want me to do?” Wanda answers back.

“Please just do something, anything.” Wanda’s subtle teasing always works you up. And now you’re desperate for her touch.

Wanda seems to like what you said because she slowly pushes your underwear to the side and lightly teases your folds. It feels so good that you can’t stop the low moan that falls from your lips that thankfully you were able to cover up with a cough. Luckily no one questioned you. Wanda did lift an eyebrow at you, a silent warning to keep quiet. But based on the smirk on her face, she clearly enjoyed the reaction she was able to pull from you.

Wanda continues to play with your folds, rubbing up and down, causing pleasure to run through your body. But she never dips a finger into your center, never gives you what you’re desperately craving. You felt like you were going to explode before she’d ever reach where you needed her most. You were about to just start fingering yourself, damn the consequences and the people around you, when she finally reaches your hole and slips a finger in.

“Be quiet Принцесса (princess). You wouldn’t want anyone to know that I’m sitting here touching your pussy would you?” Wanda says in your mind as she lightly teases your entrance.

“Or maybe you would like that hmm? You’d love for everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me wouldn’t you Дорогая (darling)?” Wanda says as she roughly thrusts two fingers into you. You let out a strangled moan that causes some to look your way, but you just brush off their worry with an excuse, too focused on the pleasure in between your thighs.

Wanda starts to thrust her fingers into you at a subtle pace. It was taking everything in you not to loudly moan out for everyone to see. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer once you felt your walls start to squeeze around her fingers.

“Please Wanda,” you think, begging her to let you cum.

Wanda answers you by removing her fingers and hand from your pussy, causing you to almost let out a whine. Normally you would whine and beg when she would do that, but you knew better than to make too much noise in front of everyone during a meeting. They would surely know what the two of you were doing then, and you did not want that to happen.

After denying you your orgasm, Wanda goes back to what she was doing before she was teasing and fucking you. She acts like you weren’t just about to cum all over her fingers.

You tried to calm yourself down, but it was hard. Your wetness clings to your pussy, leaving a messy feeling in its wake. Your underwear sticks to you, reminding you of how horny you are. You shift uncomfortably in the seat, but it does nothing to alleviate your desire.

You sit back in your seat, determined to ignore the way you’re feeling when you feel a light buzzing against your pussy. You look down, but nothing there. You know this is the work of Wanda’s magic.

“Stay still Принцесса (princess), or I’ll make you,” Wanda says in your mind. A whole new wave of arousal floods you and you’re sure Wanda knows this. You take a glance at her and you see a smirk gracing her face as she stares at you, she’s clearly enjoying this as much as you are. Right as you look her in the eyes the buzzing becomes more intense, making it harder for you to maintain a neutral facial expression.

The buzzing continues for a few minutes, slowly getting more intense as the minutes passed. Your breathing became heavier and your desire grew until you were about to cum.

“Please let me cum,” you silently beg Wanda, but before she can answer you hear Tony speak. You had forgotten he was even speaking still, so you tune in to what he is saying.

“Ok that’s all for today, everyone dismissed,” you hear Tony say. The buzzing stops and you’re left high and dry again. You groan out of frustration, unable to take anymore edging, and stand up.

The only person who looks at you oddly is Natasha, who you’re sure has caught on to what’s going on between you and Wanda by now since she’s a world class spy. But Natasha says nothing, she just laughs to herself as she files out of the room with everyone else. That leaves just you and Wanda in the conference room.

You pout at Wanda for denying your orgasms. Your body is tense and desperate for release and you tell her as much.

“I’ll make it up to you now Принцесса (princess),” Wanda says as she grabs you and lays you across the table. Her magic encases the room briefly, locking the door and preventing anyone from seeing in through the glass walls of the room.

Your body is pressed against the table while your legs hang slightly off. Wanda gets to her knees and slips off your pants and underwear, leaving your lower half bare. She pulls you closer to her, your legs on her shoulders. Suddenly her lips attack your pussy, causing a high pitched moan to leave your lips.

“You like that детка (baby)?” Wanda asks.

“Yes,” you breathily say. Your hands reach down and grab onto Wanda’s hair, pulling her even closer to your core. Wanda moves her mouth up to your clit and starts to suck, almost sending you over the edge immediately.

“Oh god,” you moan out. Pleasure courses through your veins as Wanda’s tongue continues its maneuvers. The pleasure builds higher and higher, until you’re right on the edge of falling over.

“You gonna cum медовый (honey)? You gonna cum like a little slut in this conference room? Gonna cover this table where we all debrief in your juices?”

All you can do is nod. Your head is empty of all thoughts except for Wanda and your desire for her.

Tears stream from your eyes, you’re frustrated from the previous edging and know you can’t take anymore. You need to cum.

“Cum for me, Принцесса (princess). Cum all over my face,” Wanda says into your pussy. After a few more licks and sucks you soak her face in your arousal. Wanda licks her lips, savoring your taste.

Your thighs are still shaking when Wanda detaches herself from your core and moves up to cup your face.

“You did so good for me медовый (honey),” Wanda says as she smooths your hair out. She pulls you close to her, holding you as she kisses your cheek.

“Now let’s go get you cleaned up.” Wanda helps you redress and the two of you walk back to Wanda’s room, you leaning into Wanda the whole time. You pass Natasha on the way. She gives you a look and makes a sly comment, but you ignore her. You’re too content in Wanda’s embrace to care about people knowing about what you just did.

Wanda opens the door for you and walks you to her ensuite bathroom. She cleans you up, gently wiping your slick off your pussy and wipes the tears from your eyes. Next she brushes your hair and pulls it back into a braid, getting your hair out of your face.

“Thank you Wands.”

“Of course детка (baby).” Her lips presses against your temple, leaving a gentle kiss in their wake.

“Now let’s get you in bed.” Wanda scoops you up and deposits you on her bed. She slides in next to you then pulls the blankets up. Her body wraps itself around yours.

“Go to sleep детка (baby). I’ll be here when you wake up,” she gently tells you.

“I love you,” you softly say, the urge to sleep already taking over.

“I love you too.” She gently kisses your lips and that’s the last thing you remember before drifting off into a peaceful slumber with your liver by your side.

[nugwon]

You should write having a smoke sesh w Jungwon and then they start getting freaky

💌 writing this while i’m high so i can feel something 😪

it would start innocent, you and your friends always hung out with jungwon and his. smoking, youd typically only smoke alone, its safer that way.. but occasionally, you’d indulge in the group setting. and jungwon hasn’t forgotten about the last time—how you and his eyes locked. silently undressing each other, but with all your friends around it was hard to talk to you. then one day. he invited you to match with him one day, a smoke for a smoke if you will.

you didn’t hesitate to say yes, “sure, come to my dorm later.” you smiled, walking to your next class. and when the night came that’s exactly what he did. jungwon and you sat on the floor, leaning against the couch—the slow drag he pulls from the pearled joint, before he passes it to you. it took a minute but he leaned his head back. “fuck i’m so high-.” he laughed half heartedly. you laughing softly with him.

you took the next pull, hard and but loose, your long clouded and so did your brain. jungwon watched and he was amazed. “you always this quiet when you’re high?” he licked his lips. you turned to face him—smoke ghosting from your lips, nodding your head. “why?” he was curious—and hot. he was really hot—everything felt tighter all of a sudden.

“i guess,” you shrugged, “i’m just waiting for you to make the first move.”

“that’s dangerous.” he chuckled, taking the joint from you, “you don’t have to wait much longer.” and he meant that. the higher he got the hornier he got—usually smoking would calm him down from that but he’s been on rock since he stepped into your room. his hand was on your thigh, pulling it closer and over his leg.

before you knew it, the joint disappeared—sitting in the ashtray. honestly forgotten about. your body was moved to his lap—he picked you up like it was nothing. jungwon was all about taking control, you’d never have to do anything if you didn’t want to or feel like it. his lips ghosted over your lips—taking in what’s in front of him before he kisses you. his hands getting handsy, grabbing your waist and shifting down

his lips finally find yours, soft at first, like he’s still teasing, still testing how far you’ll let him go. but you part your lips and pull him in deeper, and that’s all the permission he needs. his hands slide under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin like he’s memorizing every inch. the heat between you builds fast, almost dizzying, and you’re not sure if it’s the high or just him—but it’s got your head spinning.

you’re straddling him, that kiss got heated super fast. with his hands dragging down to your ass and grabbing it. just how it felt in his hands—he imagined feeling on his cock. with a quick, professional shift of the knees, you were closer than you already were, chests slightly touching and his hand guiding your hips to rock back and forth.

grinding while staring into each others eyes, the kiss had stopped once the both of you felt that butterfly in your stomach—imagine a not tying itself and you can’t untie it. the warm feeling from between his legs—made your body run hot. he guided you with such ease, biting his lip as he felt everything—his bulge only grows bigger.

jungwon head tilts back slightly, moaning quietly. “fuck, i can only imagine what your pussy feels like..” this felt way too good to him—like he hasn’t been touched in ages. the harder your rocked the better it felt—to both of you. the skirt you were wearing wasn’t helping—because now your panties we’re soaked. “don’t you want to fuck me wonie?” you’d boldly ask him. and you know he does.

[littlelovelunette]

That Sevika x reader x ran…. Yes more please.

Could we see a situation where Sevika ends up flat on her back with reader riding her strap, ran riding her face while ran and reader make out and play with each other on top, I will love you forever.

On Top

Sevika x Fem!Reader x Ran

Sex, threesome, oral, strap, kissing, drooling, squirting, groping, power play.

You had no idea how you ended up in this position. You slowly sunk down onto Sevika's huge girthy purple strap, watching as your pussy stretched around the big toy. "It won't go in any further." You said, making Sevika roll her eyes.

She gestured Ran to get on top, but they hesitated. "Are you sure you can breathe like that?"

Sevika gave grabbed their waist and pulled them closer, "Do as I say." She growled.

Ran swallowed before nodding and getting up, slowly and warily they lowered themself onto Sevika's mouth. Soaked folds touched Sevika's lips and instantly the older woman started lapping at their juices, tongue darting out almost desperately.

Ran almost lost balance, almost. They grabbed your shoulder and you grinned at them nervously. Ran smiled back, expression faltering to twist in pleasure. Oh seeing Sevika pleasuring Ran like that made you yearn to chase your own release.

"Sev..." You called meekly and slowly started moving on the strap before it was even completely inside. Sevika's mechanical hand grabbed your hip and pulled you down so she bottomed out.

You gasped from the sudden stretch and whimpered, trying to accommodate the huge size of the strap. It wasn't easy but the way you were already so wet, your arousal served as lube.

Ran's cold metal fingers wrapped around the side of your neck as they pulled you closer, tilting your head for a kiss. You didn't push them back, melting into the kiss, their hands trailed down to grope your tits, twisting the nipples between their fingers as they continued kissing you.

Sevika's nose nudged every now and then against Ran's clit causing them to moan in your mouth, but you weren't quiet either. Sevika's hips were rolling subtly, but due to the strap's girthy size, even the smallest movement made you feel like she was rearranging your insides.

Ran's eyes squeezed shut as they ground down hard against Sevika's face, trying to get some friction just for Sevika to grab their thighs tightly, saying, "Behave," in a deep voice that made your skin coil with goosebumps.

Ran shivered, whining as Sevika grabbed their thighs tightly, guiding their movements on her tongue. Sevika was always the dominant one amongst the three of you, and sometimes she let Ran dominate you just to see how things play out. But the night always ended with you and Ran being fucked senseless by her. None of the both of you ever complained though.

You cried when Ran's fingers started toying with your clit, "Sensitive?" They teased as they pinched and pulled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, and your eyes were threatening to close from the pleasure but just then Sevika thrusted up harshly.

"Eyes on them." Sevika growled the command before going back to sucking Ran's clit.

"I can't..." You whispered, your body trembling on her strap. Sevika stopped licking them and inched her face away just enough so you could see her facial expression. And it wasn't a pleasant one.

"I decide what you can and cannot do." Sevika said, her voice strangely calm yet threatening.

You nodded with a meek "sorry" before you started moving on the strap again, your tits starting to bounce up and down as you did so. Ran grabbed your tits, fingers toying with your nipples.

"You look so beautiful like this." Ran whispered before being cut off with a loud moan from themselves, Sevika didn't relent with her tongue too, sucking earnestly.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," you flailed helplessly and held onto Ran for dear life who only chuckled seeing you so sensitive.

"Come on then, do it," Ran's metal fingers pressed your clit, eyes hooked on you.

They loved watching you fall apart in their hands. With a loud incomprehensible moan, you squirted all over Sevika's hard abs and Ran's front. Ran, a little shocked at the start, but then their expression melted into something like a wolfish grin.

"Dirty girl."

This night would be long.

[asce-of-hearts]

hi here's the request I had if I remember it correctly

Could I request a non con with a chubby female reader with either Marco, Sanji, or Katakuri from one piece?

I'll let you decide which character

Thank you for the chance to make a request 😁

Worship

Contents: Yandere!Sanji non-con smut scenario (fem!reader)

more Sanji content here

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WARNINGS: NON-CON, FEM!READER, HARD YANDERE, PENETRATIVE SEX, DRUGGING, PANTY STEALING/SNIFFING, PERV SANJI, ORAL SEX (RECIEVING).

Sanji's hands, usually a comforting touch, now become greedy and demanding. Taking, and taking, and taking whatever they want from you.

Ever the gentleman, he didn't use any violence. Instead, he spiked your food, because the thought of having to forcefully pin you down, and hearing you scream for him to stop was too much for him to bear. So, fucking your sleeping, limp body was the best option for him.

You're so beautiful. Your face so cute, and your body so tempting, calling for him to grope and squeeze at the supple skin, to part your thighs and eat you out. Maybe that's what he should be doing, he is going to do it. Slowly, he lifts the skirt of your dress and finds his way to your clothed cunt. He inhales the scent of it, ever the pervert, he could cum just from doing that, his hand already searching for his cock inside his pants, pumping it at a steady pace as he smells you, inhales the heavenly, womanly scent of your precious little pussy. Ah, no culinary product will ever come close to the heavenly scent and taste of a woman's cunt, let alone one as sweet as yours, he was in the most beautiful place he could be, having the time of his life.

His tongue, eventually, came to try and taste you over the cloth. And he moaned, like a bitch in heat as he did so. Face buried between your thighs, eating you like a starved man.

"Mon ange, my sweet darling," He whimpers against the skin, fingers hooking to the side of your —by now— soiled panties and pulling them to the side, allowing him to get a taste of his favorite meal once and for all. He moans when he comes in contact with your clit, sucking at it eagerly, ripping out the softest moans from your parted lips, still submerged in a peaceful slumber. He's deluded, completely lost in your taste against his tongue. "Not even the sweetest honey comes close to how good you taste, mon amour." He laps at your whole cunt, looking up at your sleeping form.

He tries to control himself, pulling away from your cunt to slowly, gently, take your panties off. He smiles, and wraps them around his cock as he starts to eat you out again, furiously masturbating. Not even his dirtiest fantasies could be as good as what he's doing in this instant, the most cruel defiling of your innocent and pliant form, plush thighs peppered with wet kisses and seemingly gentle bites. He can't help himself, he's lost in the bliss of having you all for himself, of tasting you, of loving you like you deserve. His tongue comes inside your pussy, tasting your gummy walls and tongue-fucking you as fast and hard as he can while continuing to pump his cock with your panties in hand. He's breathing hard, grunting and moaning against your skin, and then, finally, he feels it. He cums thick ropes, staining your underwear further. He takes a second to catch his breath, leaning his head over your soft thighs as he comes down from his high. Still, it doesn't last too long for him to come back to his senses, and realize that he still has a lot of work to do, and has to use the time that was given to him by the medication he so carefully selected to feed you with.

He smears your puffy lips with his cum, rubbing your clit with the batter-like substance. His hands spread your legs, digging into the skin as if it was the most fine dough, kneading at the skin of your ass, groping at your tits as he finally pushes himself further, groaning, cumming just as he feels your velvety insides wrap around his cock so perfectly. He's a man possessed, instantly starting to thrust inside you with little to no rhythm, humping you like a dog, mounting you as you're unable to resist.

"My ___, my sweet angel, I love you, oh I love you," He moans, incoherent as he continues to fuck your sleeping form, arms wrapping around you to keep your body close. "You're perfect, you're mine. Mine, mine, mine. I'm making you so mine." his voice is muffled against the skin of your tits, groping them as he buries himself between them, biting and licking, slobbering over them like a dog. He is a dog, your dog, your slave, your everything. As long as he's able to touch you, to fuck you, he will be anything you want. "I'll make sure nobody else is able to love you like me."

ohhhh my love cook ooooooooooh

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[gnoquisyqueso]

“Long Time No See” – Bang Chan x Reader

smut

idol!chan x fem!reader

summary: chan is desperate and horny after not seeing you for weeks because of his tour.

Word count: 1k aprox

warnings: sex after a long time; desperate fuck; oral (f); overstimulation (kinda); piv; no condom; creampie ; idk how this works kkk let me know if i missed something

notes: I've been with this idea since last fucking week and i loved it, it can be better? yes ofc, but for a first time writing smut? idk maybe its mediocre

I know i said i hate breeding but in this one its good... for the feelings yk? and its not explicit breeding, just a silly lil creampie

It starts the moment he walks through the door.

You barely get the chance to see his face before his arms are around you, hauling you against him like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. His suitcase clatters forgotten to the floor. You hear his breath catch as he buries his face in your neck.

“Fuck, I missed you…”

You don’t get to answer.

His mouth crashes into yours like a storm—hungry, bruising, devastating. There’s no buildup, no teasing. It’s pure need. Weeks of sleepless nights, rushed video calls, aching hard-ons with nothing but memories to jerk off to—he pours all of it into that kiss.

You moan into him, fingers fisting in his hoodie, and he growls low in his chest like it physically hurts him to be clothed around you.

“Off,” he mutters, tugging at your shirt, yanking it up and over your head without bothering to be gentle. His own hoodie’s discarded seconds later, revealing flushed skin and frantic muscles that twitch under your touch. “Need you now, baby. Can’t wait.”

You nod, breathless, dazed. “I missed you too—so much—”

He backs you toward the bedroom like a man possessed, lips glued to yours the entire way. When the backs of your knees hit the bed, he lifts you—just lifts you like you weigh nothing—and lays you down.

Then he drops to his knees.

No teasing. No words. Just his hands sliding under your thighs, dragging your hips to the edge, and yanking your shorts down in one swift, needy motion.

And then his mouth is on you.

You gasp, hand flying to his hair as his tongue finds your clit instantly, like he never forgot the exact way to ruin you.

He’s desperate. Sloppy. Loud.

Groaning into your pussy like he’s starved, like he’s making up for every day his mouth wasn’t on you. He licks in hard, hungry strokes, alternating between slow drags and quick flicks, lips sealing around your clit with obscene precision.

You cry out, legs twitching, hips grinding into his face without thought. He lets you. Encourages it.

“Yeah, fuck my face,” he growls against your cunt. “Been thinking about this every fucking night.”

His grip on your thighs tightens as he sucks harder, nose pressed right against you. You’re dripping, writhing, already teetering on the edge from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

You feel everything. The soft scrape of his stubble. The heat of his mouth. The filthy, wet sounds filling the room as he eats you like it’s his last meal.

“Chan—Chan, I—”

“You gonna cum for me already?” His voice is hoarse, wrecked with need. “Gonna let me taste it?”

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, and then you’re gone.

You cum with a sob, thighs clamping around his head as he licks you through it—refuses to let go, tongue working every pulse of your orgasm until you’re shaking and gasping for air.

He doesn’t stop.

You try to squirm away—too sensitive—but his arms lock you in place.

“Not done,” he rasps, tongue flicking your clit again with laser focus. “Need more.”

You whimper, body twitching, overstimulated and soaked, but he doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied—until you’re trembling under him and pulling at his hair like it’s the only thing grounding you.

Finally, he lifts his head, mouth and chin slick, eyes dark and fucking wild.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So perfect.”

Then he’s standing, shoving his sweats down, cock already rock-hard and leaking. He fists himself once, twice, lining up with your entrance without a word.

You’re still twitching when he slides inside—slow, deep, and thick.

The stretch knocks the air out of you. Your back arches, mouth falling open as you feel every inch of him sinking into you.

“Shit—so tight,” he groans, voice cracking. “God, baby, I forgot how fucking good this feels.”

You moan his name, gripping his arms, and he starts to move.

The pace is devastating.

Not just fast. Not just deep. He’s fucking you like he’s trying to reclaim you. Like he needs to mark you from the inside out. His hips snap forward, hard and relentless, forcing your body to slide up the bed with every thrust.

“You’re mine, fucking mine” he growls, hands digging into your hips. “Say it.”

“Y-yours, Chan—”

He pulls out nearly all the way, then slams back in, hard.

“Again, say my name.”

“Mmh- B-Bang Chan—” You cry out, overwhelmed, brain barely catching up.

“Louder.”

"B-Bang Chan! I’m yours!”

The sound he makes is feral.

He leans down, one hand gripping your jaw, eyes locked to yours as he fucks you harder, deeper, his body practically welded to yours.

You’re a mess. Legs wrapped around him, nails dragging down his back, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how intense it is. You’ve never felt this full. This owned.

You need him to cum.

“Inside,” you gasp. “Please—want it inside.”

“Yeah?” he pants, breath ragged. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nod, voice gone, and that’s all it takes.

He thrusts once, twice—then freezes, cock buried deep as his hips twitch and he groans so loud it rattles in your chest. You feel him release inside you, warm and thick, as your own climax rips through you in a messy, breathless crash.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your heartbeats, the ragged breaths you share, and the soft, sticky slide of his cock still inside you.

Then he collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you, pressing his face to your neck as his arms wrap around you like he’ll never let go again.

“I love you,” he whispers. “More than anything. Missed you so fucking bad.”

You thread your fingers through his hair, chest still rising and falling in uneven waves.

“I love you too,” you whisper. “You’re home now.”

He pulls out slowly, groaning as he slips free, and immediately reaches down to gather his release leaking from you, pushing it back in with his fingers while you squirm.

“Gotta keep it all in,” he murmurs. “I meant every drop.”

You whine, overstimulated, and he kisses your forehead gently.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

And he does.

Minutes later, he’s got you curled against him under the blankets, one hand stroking lazy circles into your back, the other laced with yours on his chest. Your thighs are sticky, your body sore, but you’ve never felt more loved.

Or more his.

Omgee my first fic!! I hope you like it!! I'm looking forward to starting to write here when I have time, I really don't know how to edit the profile well so it looks nice but I'll keep looking at it.

If you want you can leave requests, the groups I feel most familiar with are SZK, NCT, WayV and Ateez hehe. English is not my firts lenguage, i can understand it but sometimes when I write it there may be mistakes or some strange writing by the translator (as I am doing right now), I speak spanish, im from latinoamerica so if you want to say smth in spanish you are welcome ^^.

here is the translation:

nada básicamente este es mi primer fic jiji, espero que les guste, no soy muy buena escribiendo pero es algo que me gusta. Lo que decía antes es que no se muy bien como funciona tumblr ngl y no se muy bien como editar el perfil para que quede lindo, poner esos enlaces o como coño se hace una masterlist #help, pero bueno eso lo voy a ir viendo. Después dije que sí me quieren dejar un request lo pueden hacer tranquilamente, los grupos que seguro más escriba son skz, nct, wayv y ateez pero si me piden otro no hay drama soy multi stan y tmb de grupos femeninos lo que quieran.

El inglés no es mi primera lengua entonces seguro escriba mal en algunas partes o hayan oraciones que no tengan sentido pq usé el google translate ahre pero bueno.

Después voy a ver como pingo se edita el perfil kkk

[jealousmartini]

twin you haven't posted in twelve hours are you good

Hey girl! So I shifted.

Accidentally. But fully this time. Well, Fully-ish because I pussied out of fear. No, fully, actually. Wait wait let me explain.

So get this. I woke up.

But not with my eyes. Just mind, body, and soul slowly becoming aware of her surroundings through the heaviness of sleep if you get what i mean. And it was just too warm and familiar and soft. The bed I mean. Way too comfortable for me to want to open my eyes yet, so they stayed shut, blissfully unaware of the fact this bed is not mine. My senses were slowly yet surely locking in. But my brain was not even fully awake. So I was feeling and being without fully realising what was happening

And then I heard the faint click of what i figured was the front door unlocking. Then opening. Then shutting. Then, locking with a key. I assumed that must've been my brother because he usually escapes into the dead of night to go whatever 23 year old guys do at night. And I heard some thick chunky ass boots stumble to the floor and i wondered when he ever wore boots never mind this dense, his heavy padded footsteps gradually got closer slightly muted by the door being closed.. which was then opened (?). It was a small thing, but it didn't make sense why my brother would need to be in my room at all, nvm at this time of night. But anyway, some shuffling was done. I cocked my brow in suspension, eyes still shut btw, cus what did he just go through my stuff for. And as quickly as he was in, he was out of the room. I made a mental note to confront him in the morning about it.

And then I heard the shower start. From the wrong side of my house... Now I know the anatomy of my house pretty well, so I was confused why I could hear the shower from the west instead of the northeast of my room.

After the shower stopped, i heard the bathroom door open, close, and the same as mine. He took like 3 steps in, and this was when i heard him call my name. He whispered it like a question, i dont think he was sure if i was asleep or not. But it was weird because that's not my name. Well it is, but it's not my name from here. And it's definitely not a name my brother from here knew. And then I realised I knew that voice too, but it was different from what i was expecting. Pretty deeper and rougher than what im used to remembering, and it was definitely NOT my brother's.

And so now I'm frustrated. And kinda nervous. Im laid on my side, the same one as i was on when i first began to wake, but now im slightly tense with frowed brows and all. I'm dealing with so many questions at once like why is the house formatted weirdly? and who the fuck is in my room?? and why the fuck did the bed just dip from behind me???

I literally had a question mark in my head when the voice spoke again. But this time, he was closer. Much closer. I FELT his arm, his muscular arm at that, wrap around my waist and pull my back flush against his BARE NAKED CHEST, and I gasped. I fucking gasped. I swear my heart was about to beat out of my chest. My body jolted forward almost involuntarily at the sudden contact of skin, the feeling on his freshly shower-hot muscular bare chest was making me SWEAT and I heard him mumbled against the back of my neck "Shh don't wake up," and I was thinking "Oh i definitely know who this is" And girl I wasn't fucking planning on it anyway. But I ended up shifting back with my eyes squeezed SHUT like the pussy I am

Because I didn't even expect myself to shift that night. The night after my first day back at college from the Easter break. And now I'm supposed to come in like I wasn't just in another man's bed.

Now i dont have the guts to actually say who this was. Im practically shaking right now for fucks sake. But im sure everyone and their mother on this app who sees my blogs can make an educated guess and get it right first time. And after 8 years of knowing about mha and 6 years of trying to shift there, ladies and gentlemen I think I can officially say I have shifted to mha. It definitely wasn't my main mha dr, some would probably argue it was even better lmfao. I guess the secret to shifting really is just letting go.

[nottslove]

THE UPPER HAND AND THE LOWER HAND (part one)

author's note: this was far too long, so i had to split it into two.... part two will be out soon. i hope you guys enjoy. feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut under the cut. orgasm denial, edging, face slapping, tit slapping, pussy slapping, toxic!mattheo, brat taming, HEAVY degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, harsh grip, bruising, etc.

TESTING him had been a big mistake.

testing him by flirting with theo, his best friend, had been an even bigger mistake.

or had it...??

no. he had been ignoring you for days, after your third breakup that very month. somehow or the other, you decided you were too good for him, and said you were done with him treating you like shit, but mattheo, with his silver tongue and skilled fingers, managed to rope you into sleeping with him once more.

he had ignored you after that.

so no, flirting with theo as a way to get his attention wasn't a mistake.

seeing you giggling and twirling your hair in front of his best friend in the library, knowing very well he was watching, had been mattheo's biggest source of anger.

he had stood up loudly at the table, chair screeching as it skid backwards on its hind legs, commanding the attention of every, single object in the library.

towering over your seated figure, his eyes were dark, his grip tight and firm, almost painful against your wrist as he glared at you.

"get up," he ordered, voice a low, possessive growl, his other hand gripping your shoulder with strength hard enough to bruise.

"you're hurting me," you whined, trying to get out of his grasp— but it only spurred mattheo on more, and his grip tightened, instead of slackening.

"i don't fucking care," he snarled. "up. now! you don't want to find out what happens when you make me angry."

theo was watching all of this with amusement, tongue tracing his inner cheek in order to stop himself from laughing at your brazen attitude, and how mattheo was already just so riled up by seeing you laugh and giggle with his best friend.

he had only played along with your attempt to get mattheo jealous because he enjoyed seeing how angry and worked up his best friend got when someone flirted with his girl.

you slowly got up, whining and complaining the whole way about how his grip was too tight and that he was hurting you, but mattheo didn't relent.

and just when he pushed you inside his room, he let go, an angry growl leaving his throat as he slammed the door shut behind him and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you like you were poisoned.

"are you done behaving like a slut for nott?" his jaw was tight, fiery gaze set firmly on you, unwavering.

you felt almost bared by his intense stare, and the coil in your lower abdomen tightened as you looked at him.

he was mad. mad was an understatement. he was practically foaming at the mouth fucking livid.

this was what you had wanted, this was what he had provoked. his attention on you.

and oh, how wonderful it felt to infuriate him like this, to be the one to bring mattheo to this livid state.

any moment now, he would punish you, give you what you wanted.

you just had to provoke him a little more.

you moved closer to mattheo, taking tantalizingly slow steps towards him, dragging your tongue across your glossy lips.

he didn't budge. his dark, intense gaze remained fixated on you, carefully waiting, watching your every move.

your chest gently collided with his, and your breasts grazed against his hard pecs, causing him to emit a low rumble from his throat.

then, you went for the kill.

"don't tell me what to do— you're not my dad," you stated coolly, jabbing your index finger into his chest, making your nail pierce his skin through his shirt.

that was your mistake.

provoking him further, when he was already pissed beyond normal level.

he released a laugh so venomous and hollow that it reverberated through the room like the sinister toll of a midnight bell, each note dragging the air into a suffocating stillness. it was a laugh without joy, mocking and cutting, its sharp edges biting into your heart, laced with a promise to completely fuck up your life.

his lips curled slowly into a wicked grin, piercing eyes meeting yours and filling you with dread, wearing a grotesque mask of twisted amusement that seemed to savor the fear it instilled. the unsettling light in his eyes, cold and malevolent, betrayed that this was no act of humor, but a cruel triumph—an enjoyment born not from mirth but from malice.

the weight of his presence hung in the room like a dark shroud, suffocating the already fraught silence. it was the kind of expression that left you questioning if escape was ever an option—or if the real joke was on you all along.

and then his voice— cruel and slow, mocking, humiliating, laced with faux pity. "does my dumb little bitch think she's in control here?"

in an instant, mattheo's cold, ring-clad fingers plunged into your hair, their icy grip biting against the warmth of your skin at the nape of your neck. the motion was swift, merciless, and unrelenting, tearing through the fragile boundary between control and chaos. the sharp tug wrenched your head back with a force that stole the air from your lungs, leaving only a strangled gasp to escape.

your neck was laid bare, vulnerable under his command, as if the very act of exposure was a declaration of power. his gaze locked onto yours, an unyielding storm of intensity that held you captive, stripping away any semblance of resistance. the room seemed to shrink around you, the weight of his presence pressing down like an oppressive shadow, leaving you suspended in a moment that felt both infinite and inescapable.

mattheo's patience had already snapped the moment he saw you deliberately walk over to theo and flirt with him.

one moment, your gaze was locked in his, intense and unyielding, and the next, his grip tightened in your hair like a vice. with a commanding force, he began to drag you toward the bed, his cold determination overriding your every protest.

your heels dug into the floor in defiance, your body twisting as you tried to resist, but it was futile.

"let me go— you're hurting me— let me go—" you tried to fight him, shoving your elbow backwards in an effort to hurt him.

each attempt to free yourself seemed to be ignored, as though your struggle was no more than a whisper against a storm. the air around you crackled with an unbearable tension, every movement further heightening the sense of inevitability.

he'd had enough of your bratty games.

within seconds, there was a loud crack— and a sharp, stinging pain diffused across your cheek, silencing your whines and terminating your attempts to escape from his firm, unyielding, grip.

the vibration of his hand connecting with your cheek ebbed away, but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. the jolt of pain had rushed straight to your core, causing you to whimper and instinctively press your thighs together.

his hand moved deliberately, with an unsettling roughness that bordered on possessiveness, as his fingers yanked at the neckline of your blouse, and your bra, rending both garments with an urgency that betrayed the madness within.

your tits fell out of the large hole he had made in the fabric, peaks hardening in the sudden draught of cold air hit them.

your mouth opened, fury blazing in your chest as you prepared to lash out, to lay bare the extravagant cost of your ruined garments with the kind of indignation that would demand attention.

but before the first syllable could escape, he cut you off sharply, silencing you as though your voice had never mattered, throwing another smack right across your boob, and the words died on your tongue, leaving you suspended in a moment where his command smothered your defiance, and all that remained was the bitter taste of your thwarted protest and the feeling of being completely dominated by him.

tears began to manifest in your eyes, shimmering with the weight of emotions too heavy to contain. despite your clenched jaw and burning glare, the overwhelming tide of frustration and vulnerability made its presence known, revealing itself in the trembling intensity of your gaze.

the pain spread across your chest, leaving a hot, intense sensation that stretched from your aching nipples to your pussy, causing you to let out another small moan.

he didn't let the pain fade away this time. the moment the worst of it was over, his palm swung across your other tit this time, leaving your delicate skin burning with heat.

still, your glare was stubborn and unwavering, brimming with defiance and the unrelenting fight that refused to be extinguished. every inch of your expression challenged him, daring him to break the resolve shining brightly in your undefeated eyes.

"that's right slut," mattheo growled, his voice rumbling low and deep, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the air like distant thunder. it carried an edge of raw intensity, a primal warning that sent a shiver down your spine and left the room heavy with unspoken tension. "you're fucked now..."

his voice carried a weight that seemed to seep into the very air around you, thick with dread and an unspoken warning that tightened your chest. each word dripped with a dark intensity, a quiet but forceful command that left no room for doubt, only the chilling realization that this was a moment you couldn't ignore or escape.

and then his hands were on your ankles, and with a swift motion, he yanked the your skirt upward, the force of his action carrying an undeniable weight, demanding attention and leaving behind an unequivocal sense of chaos.

this was the moment you knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that you were utterly doomed. the realization crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving no room for denial or escape.

still, the thought simmered in your mind—a quiet rebellion that refused to be extinguished.

if you were going down, you'd make sure it wasn't easy for him. the resolve burned stubbornly within you, a fierce promise to challenge him at every turn, no matter the odds.

a slow, hidden smile crept across your face, unbidden but victorious. this was precisely the reaction you had sought, the culmination of your carefully laid provocations.

every word, every glance had been orchestrated with deliberate precision, leading him to act exactly as you had anticipated.

he hadn't yet realized it, but the game was yours—your manipulation had drawn him into giving you exactly what you wanted, and the satisfaction was undeniable.

you assumed you were so smart— what he thought was a punishment was actually a reward.

you counted down the seconds in your mind when he would notice the mess beneath your skirt, anticipating the moment with bated breath.

bending your legs upwards, using his grip on your ankles as leverage, a soft gasp tumbled out of your lips as the air hit your bare folds.

"no fucking panties, huh?" his voice erupted, raw and explosive, each word a thunderclap that shook the air between you. he was beyond fury; it had consumed him entirely, leaving nothing but a blazing fury that seared through every syllable.

his patience was obliterated, replaced by an overwhelming firestorm of outrage that threatened to unravel everything in its path. he was no longer just angry—he was a force of nature, unstoppable and ferocious, and the sheer intensity of it was enough to make the walls tremble.

and then his hand came down on your wet pussy, an electrifying, intense strike that scattered pain across every nerve. the inflicted skin burned, heat spreading to your entire body, causing you to mewl loudly.

"f-fuck— matty—" your voice escaped in a desperate whine, thin and trembling, as though it carried the weight of all your shattered composure. it was raw and fragile, filled with an unspoken plea that echoed in the charged silence surrounding you.

arousal coursed through you, your thighs trembling from the raw intensity of his touch on the most sensitive part of your body.

wetness leaked out of your hole in endless spurts, sliding down to your asshole in a shimmery trail and threatening to drip down into the sheets— you were so eager, so desperate to be filled. by anything.

and the fucking bastard knew it.

and he decided that today, he would give you a different punishment, because he was fully aware of the antics you pulled to get his attention.

the sound of your whiny, bratty little voice grated against him, fanning the flames of his already consuming rage. it was as if every syllable you uttered pushed him closer to the brink, his fury surging with an intensity that threatened to explode.

his expression darkened, the tension between you crackling like a storm about to break.

"didn't fucking give you permission to speak, slut!" he punctuated his words with another clash of his palm against your throbbing cunt, tears springing to your eyes as an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure jolted through you.

"p-please," you whimpered, your small voice raw and desperate, begging for something, anything to help you reach that staggering peak of ecstasy.

mattheo ignored you.

"you whored around with nott like this?" his question came out as a roar, filled with a blinding disbelief that bordered on fury. the sheer rage that radiated from him was palpable, searing through the air like a wildfire consuming everything in its path.

his voice shook with unbridled anger, the kind that teetered on the edge of chaos, threatening to erupt into an unstoppable storm at any moment. it wasn’t just rage—it was raw, unrestrained wrath, a force so overwhelming it seemed to drown out every other sound in the room. "with your whole fucking cunt on display?"

"you really are a desperate whore—" every sentence of his was punctuated with him delivering sharp, deliberate blow to your sopping, wet folds, causing the delicate flesh to swell and puff up slightly, flooding you with an intense heat that was progressing into a painful pleasure so intense that slight dots clouded your blackening vision. "you'd do anything to be stuffed, hm?"

you let out a silent cry, lips parting to protest against his words, shaking your head.

"only a slut gets this wet from this, a fucking punishment..." mattheo's cologne enveloped you entirely, an invisible force that seemed to press against you from every angle. the scent was potent, intoxicating, yet suffocating—overwhelming your senses until it was all you could think about, all you could breathe.

it consumed the air around you, pulling you deeper into the moment, its presence unmistakable and inescapable.

you couldn't say a word, desperate cries leaving your lips with every harsh connection of his palm against your skin.

and then finally, finally the consuming sensation of pleasurable torment came to an end, your pussy swollen from abuse and an anguished need for release.

you took those few seconds to catch your breath. your wetness had made a mess everywhere, a damp patch in the sheets beneath you was the evidence of that. your thighs felt wet and sticky, and you felt filthy.

and then, right before you felt like mattheo would finally, finally give you what you wanted and reward you with his fingers or his cock, he proved you wrong.

his fingers slid across your wet folds, collecting your essence before he brought them to his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking the filth off them, making a low, brief, humming sound.

you waited in the same position, legs spread, and bent over your head, your eyes focused on mattheo, waiting for him to reward you for taking his punishment so well, like you always did, silent whimpers leaving you at the overwhelming sensitivity of your exposed folds.

so lost in the taste of your juices on his fingers, mattheo finally caught sight of you, another deep, dark, throaty chuckle leaving his lips.

"aww, did my dumb fucking whore think she was gonna get her greedy little hole stuffed?" he drawled, his dark eyes staring at you with an intensity that made you feel filthy; humiliated. "well, think again, slut. today, this is your punishment. you're not getting my fingers, and you're not getting a cock."

and then, he yanked your skirt back down and threw a jersey at your chest, using a firm grip on your wrist to lift you to your feet and drag you outside.

you tried to wriggle away, but all the strength had left you. your pussy throbbed underneath the flimsy material of your skirt, and you wanted nothing more than to reach that release you so desperately yearned for.

walking was hard, especially with the way your slippery thighs kept rubbing against each other as you pressed them together whilst you walked, trying to stop your wetness from trickling down to your knees where anyone could see.

but what caused the complete feeling of dread to course through you were mattheo's next words.

"you're gonna stay by my side all fucking night, and behave like a good fucking whore. maybe then... i'll reward you."

you tried to stop the small sob that left you as he led you in the direction of the great hall, out of the dungeons.

that's when you knew that he wanted you by his side to keep a close eye on you all night— there was going to be no sort of release for you at all, until he deemed it suitable.

you sighed.

this was gonna be a long night.

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Good Graces Pt. 2 (Jack Hughes)

Summary: The aftermath between Jack and Y/N at the lakehouse unfolds...

Warning(s): Angst, yelling/cussing, light smut, cheating

Y/N takes a quick halt on the ice, trying to catch her breath. She bends over and rests her hands on her knees, looking up at the guys before her as they all still skate around the rink.

Before Y/N could process that she wound up in Jack's room the night before after their time on the boat, they were rudely awakened by Trevor whom wanted to get up for a seven in the morning skate at the rink.

Jack had fought with her, not wanting her to leave the bed as he kissed his way down her stomach and in between her legs, but was lightly pushed away by her. She would've happily obliged if it weren't for how prone Trevor can get about getting to the rink to skate in the morning.

She nearly shit herself thinking that Trevor most definitely caught her in Jack's bed, but after he acted like normal when she went down to grab something to eat she figured she was safe.

She was pulled away from her thoughts when a puck hit the boards hard next to her, causing her eyes to snap over to where it came from.

Jack smirked lightly as he slowly skated towards her, his eyes catching hers as she stood upright.

He stops in front of her, tapping her thigh lightly with his stick. "Haven't seen you this out of breath since middle school. What happened, pretty?" he jokes, earning an eye roll from her as well as a smack to the chest.

"Don't start. You guys do this on a daily basis for your job. I do this recreationally now." she says as she skates towards the bench to grab her water.

"You ever thought of going back and playing? Guarantee UMich would take you as a walk-on." he says as she squirts the water into her mouth.

She furrows her brows and shakes her head before swallowing. "No, I like what I'm doing now. I'm still part of the sport, just not the one playing." she explains, earning a hum from Jack.

"Can y'all hurry up? We've got like fifteen minutes left before the kiddos get here and we gotta head out." Cole shouts.

Y/N gives him a look. "Why does it matter? You said you've been here everyday anyways. Or did you actually have something else more important?" she retorts, causing Cole to rolling his eyes and stay silent.

Cole keeps shooting around with the other boys while Jack and Y/N stood at the bench boards.

Jack turns back from staring at the group, his eyes looking down at Y/N who's still glaring at Cole's direction. "Have you actually been able to call him out?" he asks, and she shakes her head.

"Tried to this morning when we got into the car. He just dismissed it after he tried asking where I was this morning." she explains, earning a scoff from the middle Hughes boy.

"He's such a pussy. He needs to fucking do something before I get involved." Jack says, puffing his chest out as he stares at Cole. Y/N puts a hand on his chest.

"Don't. That'll make things go worse than they already are bound to be." she explains, Jack furrowing his brows.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he shoots, making her regret how that came out.

"I didn't mean-"

"Nah nah I got it," he retorts. She tilts her head as he looks away from her and skates off.

Y/N lets out a puff, making her way back over to the group to finish their time in the rink.

Today should be fun.

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The crew made it back to the Hughes lakehouse, showered and dressed for yet another boat day, tunes blasting throughout the house as they all got stuff packed and prepped to take out on the boat.

Y/N's current state was contemplating on if she should even go out on the boat for the day. She knew there would be questions asked.

Especially if she took off her shirt.

She stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror, her chest and collarbones covered in purple marks from a certain brown-haired boy. No amount of waterproof makeup could cover it.

The girl sighs before tying her bikini top behind her back, throwing on a larger oversized t-shirt that looked like it belonged to one of the boys.

She decided to leave her hair down in hopes it would cover some of the partial marks you could see poking out from the top of the shirt, making her way out of the bathroom and downstairs.

Once she makes it to the kitchen, she sees they're all conversing as music played. Quinn's eyes found hers and he smiled warmly. "You gonna start us off again today?" he asks.

Her lips purse. "I'm gonna probably keep it on the download today. I'm a little sore from going as long as I did yesterday."

"I'm sure that's why you're sore." Jack mutters, heads turning towards him. He looks up and just shrugs. "Could've been from this morning too is all I'm saying."

Y/N gives him a knowing look when his eyes find hers, making his own eyes squint at her.

Quinn looks back at her and shrugs. "You alright?" he asks. She nods and gives him a reassuring smile.

The group grabs whatever they can in their arms, all making their ways toward the sliding patio door to make their ways down to the boat.

It was another hot and humid day, the sun out fully and no clouds to be seen. Y/N grabbed her sunglasses from the table before sliding on her shoes, almost jumping when she felt a hand on her arm.

She looked up to see Cole with a questionable look on his face. "What's been going on with you?" he asks, making her eyebrows crease.

"I could ask you the same. I barely see you," she shoots. Cole's eyes fall to his feet. "Just have been dealing with a few things back at home for next season is all."

Y/N scoffs as she swings her bag over he shoulder. "Yeah, alright. If that's your answer, then my answer is that I've been totally fine."

She walks away, ignoring his comment that sounded a lot like "You're unbelievable" from behind her.

Once they were all on the boat and situated, Trevor took initiative this time of driving the boat. Quinn was going to start the group off that day with the watersports. Y/N sat quietly at the back of the boat, Ethan and Luke both sat on either side of her.

She was talking with Ethan as they drove out to the middle of the lake, but she's pulled out of her conversation not too long after.

"Shit Y/N how'd you get away with leaving something like that on Cole?" Trevor says aloud, making her head turn over and look to where Cole was stood as he took his shirt off. Her eyes widened as a quiet gasp left her lips.

There was a deep and dark mauve colored hickey the side of his neck.

Known as his sweet spot.

Cole's eyes widen before he takes his phone out and peers into the camera to see what Trevor was talking about. Cole's eyes whip up towards her, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

He was caught and there was no chance of explaining around it.

Instead of outing him like she wanted to, embarrass him like how she felt in that moment, she chose to play a bit. "Guess he didn't even realize how sneaky I can be." she plays along, poking the inside of her mouth with her tongue.

Cole's brows furrow, knowing that her covering for him could've meant something much bigger than he thought.

Her eyes find Jack's, whom was sitting in the seats across from where Cole sat, his mouth open as he sat there clearly amused. He looks over at her, wanting to know what her plan was.

Y/N kept her eyes on Jack's, lifting her sunglasses onto her head before standing up.

"You know what," she says. "I think I'm gonna wake surf. Too good of a day to lay low. I'll live with being sore."

"That's our girl! Hey Quinn! Y/N's next!" Ethan hoots behind him.

Y/N looks at Jack while holding the hem of the t-shirt she wore. His mouth smirks slyly, poking his sunglasses down a bit mohave his eyes looking directly at her.

He knew where she was going with this.

Y/N lifted up her t-shirt to reveal her bikini below, supporting the familiar red color that matched the famous New Jersey hockey team as they all knew.

"Y/N what the fuck! Fucking shit Cole, you two are absolute animals! And I thought yours was bad!" Trevor hoots out.

"What're you talking-" Cole turns from his spot, his eyes landing on Y/N with the widest eyes ever as she thanked Ethan for her lifejacket. "Y/N what the fuck are those? Are you fucking joking???" Cole bursts, standing up from his spot.

Y/N buckles her lifejacket, and shrugs. "What do you mean? You don't remember? That's so unfortunate, I thought we had a great night, no?" she shoots back, watching his eyes try to tear away from the marks all over her chest.

Cole sputters out a bunch of nonsense and sits down. His eyes in complete disbelief.

Y/N looks over at Jack whom has slouched into his seat, mouth covering an amused smile while his other hand adjusted his lower half while he scanned her figure slowly.

She smiles when his eyes meet hers, the boy mouthing 'naughty' to her. She gives him a wink before turning around to step onto the edge of the boat.

Her hand gets grabbed, causing her to look down and see a proud smiling Ethan. "Atta girl." is all he said quietly, and that is when she knew he knew.

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It was close to the later part of the afternoon. The heat still blazing just as much as the sun shined.

They decided to take a bit of a break from the boat, pulling into the dock to go grab something to eat.

Once Y/N hopped off the dock and headed inside.

The cool feeling of the air conditioner hits her skin as she begins to make her way upstairs. Then she feels someone grab her arm. Her eyes are met with a very blazingly upset Cole.

"You're gonna tell me when you got those," he shoots. "And more importantly who."

She points at his. "You first, honey." she says sweetly and with fake innocence. Cole's eyes glare at her. "What game are you playing at?" he says, causing her to shrug.

"I don't like games, but I also don't like how you think you and your little secret are slick. I know where you've been. I want to hear you fucking admit it to me, Cole." she snaps, earning a scoff.

Cole's face pales, immediately looking all nervous. "Who told you?"

"Doesn't matter if I was told something or not. I know Cole I just wish you would've had the fucking balls or maturity to admit it!" Her voice raising slightly. "You treat me like utter horseshit, and I'm sick of it! Sick of you thinking it's okay to act like this while you're off doing who know what with her! Admit it!" she pushes.

"She makes me feel something, Y/N! You wouldn't understand!" he finally admits, making her heart stop for a split second. She scoffs.

She looks at him. "You're a fucking coward, Caufield." she mutters before brushing past him, and down the stairs. He follows behind her and into the kitchen where the boys all sat.

"Says the one who won't even tell me who fucking marked you up like a bitch! If anything, it's me who should be feeling betrayed because this could've been going on before I got with Milly!"

She whips around to look at him. "Are you fucking kidding me? You have no right to call me that when you're the one who has been caught in the act not once, not twice, but five times back in Montreal! That's really rich coming from you, Cole!" she spills, making the guys all stop what they were doing and look at them.

"You've cheated on her?" Quinn says aloud, Cole rolling his eyes.

"Don't pretend you guys didn't know." he says. "She was always gone, always working! I had to do something!" he says, making Quinn scoff.

"Then be a fucking man Cole and break up with me! Don't fucking keep me hanging on to something that wasn't mine ages ago!"

"You're one to fucking talk! You'd barely ever let me touch you when you were home. How was I supposed to know you weren't slinging yourself around like some cheap whore-"

"Call her a fucking whore again, Caufield I fucking dare you." Jack snaps, his voice echoing all throughout the house.

Cole's eyebrows furrow as he watches Jack put himself next to Y/N protectively. A moment later, Cole scoffs and rubs his forehead.

"I see," he says quietly, his eyes going back and forth between the pair. "Oh how could I have been so blind! It's you! You fucked Y/N." Jack doesn't falter in his spot, he stands his ground.

"I should've known the day you almost lost your shit when I said I bagged her," he says. "Those scratches on your back this morning. Those from her too? Don't think I didn't fucking notice."

"Yeah, I did. I gave her what she deserves. It was me making her moan. Me she was begging for. Me she disappeared with for the night," Jack finally snaps, walking closer to Cole. "You should've seen the way I made her fall apart. How she begged me to mark her as mine."

Cole was fuming as he rubs his lips with his fingers. He points at Jack before biting his bottom lip harshly. "You're a fucking piece of shit."

Jack smirks and scoffs back. "You're just mad because you and I both know that it was going to be she ended up with at the end of the day," he raises his hands and gestures to all the boys. "We all knew it."

Jack stalks up to Cole, looking down at the blonde due to their height difference. "You were just the decoy, man. From day one. She was mine."

Y/N didn't know whether she wanted to slap, punch, kiss or drop to her knees for Jack in that moment.

Cole shook his head and backs away from Jack. Jack looks him up and down quickly. "Pack your shit, and be out of here by the time we're back from lunch. Go stay with your puck bunny that you're so infatuated with." Jack says, walking away from Cole and up towards his room.

The room was so silent after that, you could hear a pin drop.

Cole looked back at Y/N one more time, shook his head and walked away.

She felt like shit. She never wanted to be the reason the boys split apart like this. A loud sigh leaves her lips that she didn't know she was holding, letting her head fall as she rubbed her face.

"I didn't mean for this to happen." she says to the boys behind her.

"Can I be honest?" Trevor says slowly and cautiously. "We all kind of were aware of it. We all wanted it to happen." he admits.

Y/N's head shoots up and turns back to look at them all. They each nodded sheepishly and hum in agreement.

"Why? Why would you-?"

"It's always been you and Jack. When Cole announced one day that he thought he would be able to bag you before Jack ever had the chance, we all knew it wouldn't last. Especially because Jack wouldn't let that happen, and Cole can't keep his hands to what's his." Quinn explains, making her brows furrow.

"So you all knew this would happen?"

"Yeah eventually."

Y/N scoffs and shakes her head. "You're all unbelievable. I don't even know what to think right now."

"We're guys, Y/N. You love us though. Right?" Luke says, trailing off slightly in a cautious manner.

Y/N crosses her arms over her chest. "I do love you all yes. But I need a minute."

"I'll text you when we are leaving for lunch." Quinn nods, and she looks at him with pursed lips before nodding once.

She turns on her heels and heads up the stairs, walking down the hall towards Jack's room. She knocks lightly, hearing a soft 'come in' as she opened his door.

The door shuts behind her as she crosses her arms, seeing him sitting at the edge of his bed with his elbows on his knees as he is bent over looking at the floor. His hands clasped together while his knee bounced.

"Jack-"

"Don't."

She frowns. "No I will." she argues, making his eyes snap up to hers with a warning look.

"You've had feelings for me? Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Jack stays silent.

"Jack Rowden."

"Fuck, fine. Yes I have, Always have."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I wasn't able to admit it to myself," he admits. "Not until Cole brought up wanting to go after you. That's when I figured it out."

"I wish I would've known sooner."

"Why, so you could give me shit?"

"No, so I could've turned down Cole."

He freezes. "What?"

Y/N sighs and lets her hands fall to her sides. "I chose Cole back then because you weren't showing any signs of wanting me. So I gave up and let Cole sway me instead."

Jack groans and palms his face before falling back onto his bed. "Fucks sake."

Y/N walks closer to him, standing now between his legs and looks down at him. "You also always bragged about the girls you got with, and then when you dated Sienna-" she trails off and shrugs.

Jack peeks out from his hands, letting them fall to his stomach.

"That's because I thought I should try moving on from you after you started seeing Cole."

"Well you aren't the brightest, we've gathered that."

"Watch it, pretty."

"Why? You won't do anything."

Jack sits up as he keeps his eyes on hers, instantly gripping her hips in a harsh motion and pulling her down onto his lap. She gasps at the feeling of him through the thinner bikini bottom fabric she wore, causing him to chuckle as he looked at her.

"Don't think I won't start something. Because I will, and I will make them wait till we're finished."

She rolls her eyes. "Whatever," she giggles, before looking back at him. Her face becoming serious. "I meant what I said Jack. Today and yesterday. I'm yours if you'll have me."

Jack's smile widens, squeezing her hips before he glides them around her body. "Gotta let me take you on an actual date first."

Y/N smiles and nods with a hum in agreement.

"For now I'd like a kiss please."

"Oh you're gonna get a little bit more than that. We've got time."