#ohh my god oh my god can i get tease with just the tip like this please please

[loserboysandlithium]

18+ hoes

I love nervous Eddie. You’re on top of him fooling around, bodies grinding together as his tongue dances with yours. An unexpected rendezvous with your weed dealer.

Little whimpers escape his pretty lips as you press your body against his even tighter. You can feel his cock hard beneath you making you smile before pulling away from his kiss. His cheeks are flushed a bright red, his mouth parted slightly as he struggles to catch his breath.

The fact that he’s an entire mess from a make out session and some dry humping makes you even more turned on. Every part of you aching to pull every desperate noise you can from him. You lock eyes with him as you begin inching backwards on the bed, your lips now moving down across his tatted chest.

His big brown eyes widen as you reach the top of his green plaid boxers peeking out beneath his dark jeans. “May I?” you smirk up at him running your finger along the elastic, trying to keep your composure as you see the full outline of his thick cock begging to be freed.

“Y-yes. Fuck yes. Please.��� Eddie breathes, leaning up to rest on his elbows, gaining a better view as you slowly work to get his jeans off.

His cock springs free, slapping hard against his toned stomach. Fuck, he’s big. You smile up at him watching him intently as you wrap your fingers around his dick, pulling it closer to your lips.

His dark eyes flick between your face and your hand as you begin slowly stroking him. Every little noise slipping past his lips is like music to your ears. You hold out your palm, spitting onto it before taking him back in your hand.

The saliva creates a filthy noise as you jerk his cock faster and faster, twisting your hand as you work him effortlessly. “Ohh fuck.” Eddie murmurs, his eyelids fluttering, already losing control before your mouth has even touched him.

You knew he wouldn’t last long. You could tell by the way his stomach was tightening with every movement. His chest rising and falling quicker each time.

You take your tongue, delicately licking his tip, the taste of him making your pussy throb. A pathetic noise comes from Eddie as you wrap your lips around the head of his thick cock, sucking softly.

“I’m- fucking hell..” Eddie trails off, his head falling back against his pillow. You loved how needy he was. How desperate he looked. You felt like you could hear inside his brain. ‘Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum yet.’ It only made you want to make him cum faster.

You swirl your tongue around his cock as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. “Oh my god. F-fuck. More. Please fuck.” Eddie begs you, his tone a mixture of desperation and pure lust.

You grip his thighs, your nails digging into his soft skin as you take him all the way into your throat. Gagging and choking as your eyes fill with tears, giving him everything you have with no hesitation.

“Jesus fuck. Feels so fucking good. M’ not gonna last. Not gonna-” his mumbling is replaced with a strangled moan just as his hands meet the top of your head holding you in place as you feel his dick twitching.

You peek up at him watching his plump lips fall open with a gasp as his cum coats the back of your throat. His back arches slightly off the bed as you swallow every bit of his seed. When you’re sure he’s done, you suck all the way back to the tip, taking your time, purposefully making him whimper as you tease his sensitive head.

You can’t help but wonder how pathetic he’d be if you actually fucked him. And you couldn’t wait to find out.

*I haven’t written anything in months so I’m sorry if this sucks but ily and I’m trying to get my brain working 😘

[hoshifighting]

Okay, bear with me cause this might be a strange one, but, how do you think seventeen would react if their s/o wanted to like ‘play’ with their dick.. but like not in the way of ‘here’s a handjob’ but sorta ‘so what happens if I rub your balls like this ?’ Like they just want to poke and prod and maybe lick it

More from like a ‘I don’t have a dick and I wanna know what happens’ kind of perspective. I guess? Sexual scientist s/o vs seventeen lol

sexual scientist s/o x seventeen

warnings: smut, cock/balls play(?)

seungcheol’d try to act all strong and everything, like it’s no big deal, but the second your fingers graze his balls? yeah, he’s groaning like a whoooore. “b-baby, what are you doing?” he’d ask, voice shaking, but honestly, he’s not telling you to stop—he’s curious to see what you’ll do next.

jeonghan smug idiot omg hes a menace stoooooop. he’s laughing at first, all “you really wanna know what happens?” then you start rubbing, and his eyes go wide, mouth falling open as his cock twitches. “oh fuck, okay, maybe— maybe you’re—oh!”

joshua would be a blushing mess. he’s trying to act polite about it, like, “uh, baby, what are you—ohh…,” but the second your hand gets anywhere near his tip (or perineum cof cof), he’s gasping, hips jerking up into your touch. “oh, wow, okay, that feels… good? actually, too good, if you keep going—” he’d definitely let you experiment more, though, no questions asked.

junhui’s all for it. he’s watching you, a little too excited. when you start touching him, he’s moaning loud, throwing his head back. “fuck, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

hoshi would be confused but... why not? “uh, is this like… a game or something?” he’d ask, until you start rubbing, and then he’s losing it. his breath hitches, and he’s trying not to make a sound, but it’s not working. “holy shit—okay, NO DONT SQUEEZE IT.”

wonwoo’d be a little shy about it at first, wondering what you’re up to, but he’s not stopping you. “what are you trying to figure out?” he’d ask, half-laughing, until you hit the right spot, and then he’s gasping, eyes fluttering shut. “shit… yeah, keep doing that.”

woozi’d act like he’s too cool for it, smirking down at you, saying something like, “you’ trying to conduct an experiment? there's nothing special about it” but the second your fingers slide down, his breath catches, and he’s shifting his hips, trying to play it cool. “ah, ah, fuck, okay, yeah, I get it now.”

minghao’s laughing softly at first, kinda enjoying watching you be all curious about his body or male body. “you wanna know what happens if you touch there?” he’d tease, but then you do it, and he’s biting his lip, trying so hard not to moan. “oh… okay, okay is enough.”

mingyu, poor baby would be so confused at first, blinking down at you like, “baby, is not even a pretty thing like, balls? really?.” the second you touch him, his body reacts on instinct, hips bucking up into your hand, and he’s gasping, eyes wide. “oh my god, you better be quick…”

seokmin would be giggling at first, thinking you’re messing with him. “are you serious right now?” he’d ask, when you start rubbing, his laugh dies, and he’s groaning, voice all shaky. “babe… do that again.”

seungkwan’s so embarrassed, blushing bright red, trying to make a joke out of it. “oh, you’re really gonna…?” and when u touch him, he fucking whimpers eyes fluttering shut as he grabs at the sheets. “yeah yeah, you can do it again…”

vernon = blank stare. he’s so confused at first, like, “why would do something like that? oh, a research?” but once your hand moves lower, he’s gone. his voice catches in his throat, and he’s gripping your wrist. “wait—what the fuck, that feels… so good.”

chan “you’re really gonna try that?” he’s all talk until you actually do it, and then his mouth falls open, a shaky moan slipping out. “oh shit, that’s—its sensitive! what the fuck did you do? b-but don't stop…” he’s 100% into letting you experiment all you want.

[makeyoumine69]

is this where i ask you things? if not imma be embarrassed.

but anyway! ik it’s such an overused plot but im obsessed w it so can i request blowing PB under his desk? 🤗

and then someone comes in like one of his coworkers and the whole time we’re under his desk (first time requesting anything btw 🙌)

Insatiable

PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader

CW: Smut, oral sex, deepthroat, anal fingering, cum eating, handjobs, dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, needy Patrick, overstimulation, teasing.

WORDS: ~1.2k

LINKS: [Masterlist], [AO3], [Wattpad].

A/N: Hiii! Thank you for sending me this request, I hope you enjoy it!💞

Insatiable.

This man was insatiable when it came to anything related to you because he was obsessed and it hurt him so much—his ego was bruised every time he had to call you and ask you to come to his office because he was about to cry from how much he needed you.

Right now, right here.

Under his desk, on your knees, your hands wrapped around his wide-open legs as your wet tongue flicked mercilessly around his red, leaking tip, causing him to desperately buck his hips toward your face, but you kept him at a distance, not wanting him to cum so soon.

No, you were just getting started.

"Oh, fuck," Patrick literally squirmed in his leather seat, his cheeks flushed, his perfectly styled hair now such a mess. "Faster, g-go…faster-ah-," his voice wavered as you gave his balls a tantalizing squeeze and licked his thick pre-cum from your own hand. "God…you're such a tease…kitten."

"Well, you've waited a long time for this," you replied mockingly, lapping at his tensed sac, only to hear him moan from the searing lust at his very core. "What's the point of rushing things… hmm?"

Grinning like a vixen, you stroked him deliberately, feeling his hot flesh throbbing in your hand, Bateman was so desperate for more and that only made things more appealing as you wanted to watch him fall apart, your eager mouth taking his dick deeper with a wet slurping sound.

A throaty moan fell from his half-open mouth—Patrick grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you closer, piercing your mouth like a fucking sword, your nose brushing against his pubic hair and you almost gagged, but he pretended not to notice.

"Holy s-shit," he spread his legs wider, fingers tangled deep in your messy hair. "You… you're so fucking good for me," the man closed his eyes and sprawled back in his seat, one hand gripping the armrest until his knuckles turned white. "So…fucking…good…"

Subtly, you seized the moment to trace your forefinger a little lower down his balls to tease his tight, puckered hole, causing his already rapid breathing to quicken. "Mmm…" you murmured around his drooling cock, feeling your throat burn from the impact he had done a moment ago, but the sight behind your eyes made you forget any pain, any discomfort. All you could think about was him and his laboring body about to explode in a vivid orgasm. "You like it so much when I touch you like this?" You asked, batting your eyelashes so innocently as if you were not playing with his asshole and making his legs shake visibly. "I want you to cum for me, baby," you teased him, lavishing little pecks on his perfect abs as both your hands worked to bring him to his climax. "Will you do it for me?"

Slowly, almost agonizingly, you resumed sucking on his hot, swollen head, noticing small pulsations coursing through his cock and you couldn't stop yourself from drawing a wet line along one of the veins throbbing back at your contact.

"I'm so close," Bateman managed to mutter. "So f-f-fucking-close," he looked down at you, his eyes hazy and slightly unfocused as he teetered on the brink of combustion. "Ohh-Christ…your mouth…mmm-my dick looks so good in…your mouth…"

A strong, almost violent shiver ran through his massive form as he arched his back, head tilted back, his overstimulated dick began to pulsate in your mouth, and then you stopped breathing for a moment, drinking in his warm, dense spurts of cum. For a second, you thought he'd never stop pumping your throat, but when the last muffled wail erupted from his heavily rising chest, you knew he was finally spent. Totally spent and satisfied. At least you hoped so.

"Good boy." You smirked and cleaned his seed from your fingers, your lips, your chin. Then you patted his legs, still wide open and shaking a little. "Next time I offer to help you with your morning wood, don't be stubborn so I don't have to come here and…"

A barely audible click of the door caught you both off guard and before you could react, Jean stepped into the office, her blonde hair shining in the daylight.

"Patrick," she said in a soft timbre, her embarrassment obvious and strong. "Your mother called and… I told her you were busy, but… she insisted that you call her back."

All the time Jean was talking, Patrick was forcing your head down, holding you there to keep you under the desk. At one point you even wanted to struggle back because your neck hurt from being restrained in such a position, but then you decided that it would be much worse to be exposed, so you had to endure anyway.

"Thank you, Jean," Bateman paused, licking his dry lips and brushing the sweat from his forehead. "I'll definitely give her a call," a nervous, almost maniacal smile spread across his face, his jaw aching from the tension. "You can go…for now."

With a shy nod, Jean turned around and her hand almost opened the door again, but then she stopped. "Are you… okay, Patrick?"

Her question hung in the air, you had to close your mouth to prevent any sounds from coming out as complete silence fell over the room. Anxiety struck you at the most inconvenient moment, you raised your concerned gaze to Patrick, but all he did was pull your head even lower, causing you to pinch the inside of his thigh quite painfully. But he withstood it, his face devoid of any emotion.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," he babbled, his free hand trying to adjust his pants as discreetly as possible. "Today is pretty hot."

God, you almost wheezed.

"Shall I open the window?" Jean asked, graciously willing to help.

"No!" His voice suddenly cracked. "Don't worry…I can do it."

Confused, the woman surveyed the office one last time before she left, and God only knew what thoughts were running through her head. As the door closed with a soft clatter, Bateman let go of you and you instantly slapped his leg.

"Idiot!" you almost hit the desk with the top of your head, but you didn't care because you were on your way to get up. "I should never have come here, I-"

With a practiced move, Patrick grabbed you and pulled you against him, almost making you mount him, but you were stuck somewhere in the middle between him and the desk, his mouth cutting you off in the most lewd way possible as he kissed you hard, desperately, tasting himself on your lips.

Insatiable.

Because of you.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[jesuistrestriste]

whispering in art’s ear, playing with his sensitive nipples, putting ur fingers in his mouth as u give him a reach-around while he’s sat on ur lap… ugh, the dream.

art’s bare back rests against your clothed chest, warm and slightly shaky, as your firm words keep his legs obediently spread apart.

“thaaat’s it, hon,” you purr into his ear, nodding, as your fingertips on both hands work to rub little teasing circles over his nipples, “good boy… it feels good, yeah?”

he squirms.

“mm—“ he whines out softly, and his head tips back against your shoulder, but he nods a little to appease you anyway.

his hands move to grip your ankles—the ones keeping his limbs caged in with yours—and he squeezes gently as he lets out a sharp moan and shudders forward. you watch his spine curl over.

“oh!” you smirk, leaning forward a bit to look down between his legs where his darkened boxers barely contain his arousal, “so cute.. you’re wet just like a girl, baby—“

art keens, his abdomen tensing and shaking as a heavy blurt of precome spills into the confines of the material, and he shakes his head.

“can i come?” he whispers breathlessly and desperately.

“nuh uh. not yet. i haven’t even started playing with you properly, you know that. what ever happened to slowing down and just enjoying the ride?” you tease, your hands slowly gliding down his abdomen.

he shakes his head.

“i gotta come, it hurts—“ he whimpers.

you sigh tiredly, but there’s no real anger or annoyance to it.

you just need him to learn when to shut his mouth. and if he won’t do it, you’ll do it for him.

���i’m getting sick all of this whining, art. now be good and open up,” you hum.

he obeys, no surprise there, and you reach your right hand up and gingerly slide your middle and ring finger over the soft, wet warmth of his tongue. he immediately moans and closes his eyes, his mouth working to envelop your digits as he suckles and drools around them helplessly like a starved puppy.

your left hand goes down into the front of his boxers and you wrap it around him as you feel him suck your fingers to the back of his throat.

“MM—! Mmmph—!” he whines loudly and pathetically, his hips arching up into your touch.

he licks and gasps and murmurs around your touch in his mouth like he’s worried you’ll pull away at any second, and your other hand starts to fist his cockhead wetly as his cries get louder, and louder, and louder, and louder—

“AHHMMPH—“ the blonde shakes in his seat between your legs, sticky saliva finally dripping down over his toned stomach as his jaw drops into a sinful ‘o’ and his blunt nails dig into your skin. you pull back your fingers from his mouth, and thick transparent strings of spit follow suit.

art doesn’t waste a second. he can’t.

“ohhh, can i come now..?” he breathes out urgently, like he’s one wrong move away from blowing his load before he can get your say-so, “can i please? oh god, please, i need to come, i wanna come for you—“

it’s hard not to give in when he looks like such a pathetic mess.

“fine,” you say gently, leaning in to kiss the side of his neck, “but i better hear how grateful you are. i wanna hear you say it when you feel it coming out, ‘kay?��

art braces himself, the suffocating flood of pleasure causing his limbs to lock up as he nods the best he can.

“ohh, my god, oh my god, oh my god, yes yes yes, i will, i will i— im— im about to—“

the first squirt of his orgasm catches him completely off-guard, and then he’s tumbling over the steep edge with a sharp sob; tears are spilling before he can blink them away, and the copious wetness suddenly seeping through his underwear and over your moving grasp can no longer be ignored.

“OHH! yes-ss-! i’m coming, i’m coming, i’m fucking cuhhminggh—!” he shudders out lowly and cries, “d-ohh, please, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you—!”

his body trembles against yours as he lets out a stupidly large amount of fluid, but you pump him through every wave till he’s slurring his words and telling you that he “can’t take it anymore” (he could, he can, he’s just a bit of a baby sometimes).

after he’s all spent and done, he tilts his head back and to the side so that he can kiss you, and he’s surprised when the warmth of your hand can no longer be felt against his tingling flesh. and then your tongue in his mouth is being replaced by your fingers that are absolutely covered in his spend.

on another day, maybe he’d feel a little odd about it, but you’ve lulled him into such a fucked-out headspace that he can’t help but start licking and sucking himself off of you.

after all, it’s just another way to show his appreciation for all that you do for him. all that you allow him to feel via your loving hands, and your loving mouth, and your loving hole(s).

“thank you,” he mumbles, his mouth thick and full of his own spit and come and your soft digits, but you understand him perfectly.

how could you not?

[worldlxvlys]

Hi! Idk if you take requests but the only thing g I can literally think about is a reader with and oral fixation who literally just wants to suck Matt off 24/7,or like reaching for his fingers while yall are doing it 😩😭. Sorry if this was weird but it’s definitely an idea 😭. Have a lovely day/night 🤍

sweats

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smuttt, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, cursing, lots of dirty talk

when i arrived at the triplet’s house, matt was the only person i saw.

he was sitting on the couch, man-spreading with his arm across the back of it.

my eyes immediately went to his crotch, noticing that his sweats accentuated the outline of his bulge.

he knew exactly what he was doing.

he smirked up at me as i approached him.

“your brothers home?” i asked as i leaned over him, resting my hands on his thighs.

“nope”

“good. wouldn’t want them to hear the way you whimper my name, would we?” i asked as i sank down onto my knees between his legs.

his chest heaved in anticipation and he stared down at me with wide eyes, “here? what if they come back?”

my hands crept up his thighs, finding their way to the waistband.

“you wanna post slutty pictures like that? i’ll make you cum out here like one” i spoke before tugging his sweats down.

he lifted his hips up quickly, helping me to take them off.

“someone’s eager, huh?” i asked.

he playfully rolled his eyes, “shut up”

i grabbed his clothed dick, making him groan in surprise, “excuse me?”

i squeezed him lightly, making his hips buck up into my hand, “sorry, sorry” he spoke quickly.

i gave him a lick through his boxers, making him whine out.

as he started to get worked up from the teasing, i pulled his boxers down, watching his dick lightly slap his stomach.

i wrapped my hand around his shaft, and my mouth hovered above him.

“been thinkin’ about this pretty cock all day” i spoke, looking up at him through my lashes.

“oh my god” he moaned out at the feeling of my lips brushing against his tip.

i spit onto him, letting my saliva drip down his length.

“wanna feel you in the back of my throat baby” i spoke before i licked his tip lightly.

“fuck” he whispered.

i let my tongue dip into his slit for a second, and he lost it.

“oh my god, oh my- fuck! please, please, need your mouth” he yelled as his fingers gripped the couch under him.

he squirmed and shifted around continuously.

“yeah? fuck my mouth, baby” i spoke before wrapping my mouth around him.

“ohh shit, feels so good” he spoke as he pushed his hips into my mouth, making me take him deeper.

my nose hit his pelvic bone as i felt him deep in my throat.

i took one of his hands in mine, guiding it to my throat.

“oh my god, is that-?” he started, eyes widening when he felt the bulge he created in my throat.

“mmmhmmm” i moaned against him, making him groan out.

his dick fit in my throat perfectly, as though it was made to be there.

i drooled around him slightly as i focused on his base, continuing to deep-throat him.

“you’re so fucking good, always take me so deep” he moaned.

my mouth created wet, dirty slurping noises around him.

i brought one of my hands up to play with his balls, making him cry out.

“i’m cumming! fuck, fuck!” he spoke as he shot his load down my throat.

i took him out of my mouth, replacing it with my hand.

his eyes rolled into the back of his head as i stroked him, my spit helping my hand to glide up and down his length quickly.

“oh my g-god” he whined.

“i want you to remember this moment whenever you put on those sweatpants” i spoke as his legs twitched around me.

“you fit in my hand so perfectly, baby” i told him. he moaned in response.

“are you ok, my love? i can stop if you want”

“no! please, fuck. d-don’t stop!” he yelled.

“i’m so wet right now” i moaned out, twisting my hand around him.

“you make such pretty faces when you cum, baby. could probably get off on that alone” i spoke.

“wanna make you cum too, ma” he whined as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“that’s sweet, baby. but let’s focus on you, okay?” his cock twitched in my hand, as he was close to finishing.

“come on, matt. cum all over my face”

his eyes widened at that, jaw hanging open as his body began to shake.

i held my tongue out as his seed shot out of his tip, landing on my tongue, face, and neck.

“o-ohhhh, shit!” he whimpered as i licked his dick clean and swallowed.

even once my mouth was completely off of him, he shuddered and twitched.

“you did so good for me” i spoke as i cupped his jaw with my hand.

i placed a light peck to his lips and rubbed his arm soothingly.

“ those sweatpants are now my favorite” he spoke, “i will be wearing those every day”

“if you can handle it, then be my guest baby”

🌸🌸🌸🌸

i love you <33

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[nova2kss]

Bestie/Dominican!connie X blackfem!reader with glasses

Glasses kink, connie nutted all over ya glasses, switch reader and connie..?!, a bit of spit kink if you squint, oral, m receiving , pet names(mami, baby) , sum spanish, not proof read, support black writers 🫶🏼

Connie had his fingers in your mouth in the back seat of his car.

Your bestie just had to rush you out of jeans party when he seen that outfit you were wearing

He was watching you the whole night, he saw the way your hips swayed while you danced upon your friends just wishing it was him.

And who were you to not grant your besties wish?

Especially when you felt him staring at you the whole night. You Sat on top of him while waiting for him to dick you down as he finger fucked your throat, he was getting turned watching and hearing you gag around his fingers.

you felt his bulge throbbing as he thrusted his fingers into your mouth.

your glasses were slightly tilted off of your face when connie slid his fingers out of your mouth and down to your neck squeezing it bringing you in for for a sloppy kiss.

his eyes were half-lidded as he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

"abre la boca" you complied easily opening your mouth for him, his saliva dropped onto you’re tongue making you instantly swallow it as you palmed his boner.

“God I’m gonna fuck you up princesa”

You giggled as you unbuckled his pants ready to try and take him.

Connie was easily a good 7-8 inches so taking him was always a challenge.

One that you were up for nun the less.

You started by placing open mouthed kisses all around his tip, his breath hitched at your teasing.

His pre cum was leaking out as you started kissing down his shaft. You brung your head up licking up his pre cum cause him to whimper out.

“Did you like that pa?” You looked up at him through foggy lenses. “…fuckkk yesss ma”

“Yea?”

He let out a low moan as you spit on his tip before jerking it down his shaft.

Connie was growing agitated at the constant teasing and he simply just couldn’t take it anymore.

He put his hands on the sides of before roughly fucking up into your throat; making you gag.

He continued to fuck your mouth, you met his thrust half way watching his face contort to pure pleasure.

His spews of praise was enough get you wet

“Ss-AHhh…dios mío baby”

“lo e-estás haciendo muy b-bien”

“So g-goooood baby fuck!”

His constant praises, faces , and sounds had you ready to cum for him already.

He thrust came to a halt

“Fuck fuck fuck..” his voice came out Whiney with a small laugh

He lifted your head up watching the trail of spit leave from his base, your glasses were damn near off of your face and the heavy breaths you let out…it was all making Connie much more feral.

“Can you still take it Con? Is it to much for you? You asked in a sultry voice.

He laughed a little, slightly out of breath

“Mmp-h I can take it ma”

He dug his hands into the seat beside him as you lowered your mouth to his shaft again.

“Puedo hazme venir por ti”

You gripped the base of his shaft while licking up to the tip before circling around it with you’re tongue

“Ohh fuck mami”

His hands gripping the seat, his eyes looking down at you, and his face is fucked out.

You started to kiss and suckle his reddened tip watching him shiver

watching him come undone was a sight for sore eyes.

His hips were thrusting uncontrollably as he desperately wanted to cum all over you.

“I’m gonna c-cum… fuckkk mami I’m gonna cummm” it was more of a warning, he was twitching from the constant pleasure coming from his sensitive crotch

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? Can you please come for me?”

Your voice was all he needed to hear.

His eyes now resided in the back of his head with his mouth wide open

His leg was constantly jerking form the stimulation and his hands couldn’t find a final destination as you stroked him waiting for his nut.

“Oh my god ma…fuck imcummingimcummingimcunming……FUCKKKK”

He shouted as he let out thick white ropes across your face, mouth, and glasses.

“Oh my god…s-shitttt”

He looked at you while you were licking your lips laughing

“Did it feel good baby?”

You couldn’t even see his fucked out face from your glasses being covered in his essence.

You took them off licking his cum right off them while maintaining eye contact with him

He didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to his deep breaths, agape mouth, and his dick that re-hardened had said enough.

He laughed looking around clearly thinking about something

“Get up here you slut”

a/n It’s mid ik shut up😒 I had something better written but TUMBLR DELETED IT so I gave tf up anyways my man🫶🏼🙃

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Ok! so I have been kinda teasing ya’ll, but now I have decided to post this train wreck. I was listening to that Ariana Grande song while writing this and liked the name. Anyways, SMUT! Content warning for degradation and unprotected sex/

You were just sitting in your room, having a peaceful night. When you heard the window open, a  classic sign of your boyfriend Billy coming to visit. Before you could greet him his lips were on yours, you could tell he was riled up by something. “Well hello to you too Bills.” you laughed out, panting from being out of breath. Billy just growled in your ear, “You really think you can wear that slutty little top and not get what’s coming for you?” Just then you felt Billy grind his erection into your sex, making you moan out pitifully. “Billy, you were there when I bought it, and you never said anything so I thought nothing of it.” you tried to reason with him, but there was no point. He looked like a wild animal that caught his prey and it made you shiver with anticipation. Billy just laughed and yanked off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your underwear. “Shit, no bra? You fucking slut, you were just waiting for me to pound your cunt.” You felt your face get red and your pussy even wetter than you thought was possible. You saw Billy grin wildly, “God Y/N, you like being my little slut?” Billy rubbed his fingers against your panties, the only thing between his fingers and your wet and waiting entrance. “Your so fucking wet, I bet you want me so bad.” Billy chuckled, “Want this cock slut?” you just moaned in response. Billy grabbed your throat. “I asked you a question, speak when you are spoken to whore!” Billy yelled, thank god your parents weren't home. “Y-yes sir, I want your cock so bad. Please use my pussy.” you gasped out. Billy got off the bed and stripped himself of his clothing, when he was done he got back on the bed, in caging you in his arms. He lined himself up with your entrance and looked at you as to ask for consent. When you nodded he pushed himself in and started pounding fast and rough. “O-ohh Billy mmmh” you moaned as the tip of his cock pounded against your g spot.  “Oh fuck yeah! Love pounding this tight cunt, god your made for me to fuck.” Billy groaned. You felt him pull out and flip you into doggystyle, Billy slapped your ass as he slipped his cock back into you. You felt your legs get weaker as Billy kept pounding into your g spot, and then the coil in your stomach started to tighten. “Oh god i’m gonna cum!” you moan, Billy moaned in response as you felt his thrusts get sloppy. “Fuck me too, cum with me whore.” you felt yourself gush all over his cock just as he painted the deepest parts of your cunt white. Billy pulled out and laid down beside you. “I hope you know that i’m not done yet. So I hope you can go all night.” Billy whispered in your ear with a wolfish grin.

[szagaloree]

His wife…

Chapter 8

Contains: angst/smut

I grunted in pain as Allen helped me walk, “what the hell happened?” Mansk asks, “a thanator attack son of a bitch came out of nowhere,” Allen says they helped me to the medical room, and Quaritch came running in “oh my god, what happened?” He asks worriedly, “a thanator attack, it apparently crept up on us and came out of nowhere,” Allen said, “one of the nurses checked it out “yea it got you bad, you’re gonna need stitches,” I groan “oh please not the stitches,” I whine, “can I please get drunk for this god,” i wince, “ohh you’re big girl, you can take it-ow!” He winced when I pluck his ear, “shut up,” I roll my eyes. After my stitches Quaritch wrapped my arm around his neck and lifts me up carefully, “I can walk,” I said “that’s a damn lie, stop being so hard headed,” he said “you should be the last person calling somebody hard headed,” I spoke bluntly.

He chuckles “alright kid, head to bed, imma bring mama to bed, she needs to,” he said “don’t make me punch you,” I threaten “punch me and I’ll drop you,” he side eyes i scoff. Once we reached his room yet again he stripped me of my pants and top, “that thanator must’ve been plotting for you,” he jokes “Mm” he cackles, he looks at my bandaged wound “that’s gonna leave a big scar,” he said, “no shit” I huff, his hand rubs on my other thigh making my heart nearly stop. I swat his hand he slaps my thigh “aye” I glare at him “don’t seat my hand away, you know like it,” his thumb was so close to my heat I was getting heat flashes, he pulls me down gently careful of my injured led and got between them “I bet you’re soaking down there I can smell you,” he taunted.

“Miles-uhnnn” i whimpered, he pulls my panties the side flicking his tongue over my folds, “oh you’re stupid wet sweetness, all for me hm? I know you want me to just devour your and make your legs weak like I always do,” he smirks menacingly god do I miss this Quaritch, “beg” he said, I whine he slaps my other thigh making me jolt “beg or I won’t touch ya,” he said deeply, “please…just come on man,” I complain “oh I don’t think that’s begging baby,” he leans down close, I whine “miles please, please I-" my eye roll tot he back of my bad feeling so high off of the pleasure of his fingers circling my clit “sensitive hm? Already hit that spot within a second,”I moan “miles! Please okay please fuck!” I hissed.

He goes back and once he wraps his strong arms around my thigh spreading them wide as they can go I knew it was over. I moan loudly feeling the pleasure get higher “g-god miles-ughhh” he grunts purposely making vibrations “ughh fuck!” I yelled, he pulls away licking his lips “why you stop baby?” I ask whining “we’re just getting start sweetheart,” he smirks as he takes his t-shirt off and unbuckle his cargo pants I can already see the hard bulge in his pants, my eyes were wide in shock and he did wa smirk like a goofball “bigger then before, think you can handle it princess?” I tilted my head “I-uhhh, I really wonder awkward it was for them to give-" my mouth dropped when his pants went down, “yeaaa I don’t think I can handle that,” I nervously giggle, “oh you’re a big girl, you’re gonna take it,” he pulls me closer to him, I was never this nervous feels like I’m loosing my virginity all over again.

“Ow!” I wonder from the pain in my leg, here just lift this leg,” he lifts my other leg up over his shoulder but he soon up got up and turned me to have my lower body hanging off of the edge, he grabs my waist hold my waist up, “better?” I nodded, “let’s see how long you will last when i fuck the life out of you,” he said, he rubs the tip against my clit making my knees twitch, my hips thrusted forward pleading. “Miles stop teasing motherfucker!” I snapped his grip tightened “watch your mouth sweetheart, you already barely can walk don’t make me fuck till you can’t at all,” I glare at him and he took it as a challenge he slipped the tip in I gasp “god baby you’re so tight and so fucking wet!” He grunts, he took a minute to let me readjust till he was fucking me like a mad man, “ahhhh! Shit!” I moan loudly, “that’s it baby, let everybody in this damn base know who fucking you good,” he smirks he picks me up and crawls onto the bed before grinding into as deep as he can go, my eyes twitched “uhh-uhnnn” i chocked on my words on how this orgasm started radiating through my body, his loud grunts turned me on even more “you’re doing such a good job sweetness, taking daddy so good,” he praised in my ear.

“Fuck” I moan….

But who would’ve known that changed my entire feelings for him…..

~A/N~

Eywa’s gift from hell is coming don’t worry!🫧

[remyfire]

ohh my god 66 for beejhawk would be so good, if the spirit grabs you

Kink Writing Prompts 66.) Caught masturbating (THE MOOD DID INDEED STRIKE ME. I hope this is as fun for you as it was for me~)

In a MASH unit, there are risks one is forced to take every day of their life, and everyone is familiar with them. There might be a sniper. At any moment, they might have to bug out. The food in the mess tent could kill them without any warning.

The biggest risk happens every time someone goes to grab a shower.

There are small, frail pockets of time that people get to themselves here, and there's a basic understanding that if you head into the shower when there's an unoccupied stall, you're accepting the danger of finding someone with their hand working feverishly just out of view. Everyone does it. You've just gotta be perfunctory about it and be ready to be teased for the rest of the day if you're not as quick at pulling away as you should be.

Hawk, fortunately, has gotten very good at being speedy.

It doesn't hurt, having a guy like BJ attached to his hip for a good twelve or eighteen hours out of the day. He's got plenty of material to pull from. And as nice as it would be to take his time with a nice, long jerk-off session—maybe fingering himself, milking his prostate just to see how far he can take his release—he'll have to save that for the next time he scores some R&R.

Every inch of Beej is so good looking, it's almost intimidating, but there's always an aspect that'll catch Hawk depending on the day. Sometimes it's his legs, so long and strong and begging to be bitten. Maybe it's his hands with such beautiful, elegant fingers that he wants to suck on for hours. 

Today, with water still hot on his skin, Hawk tips his head forward with a shiver as he works his cock, and he thinks very specifically about BJ's torso.

He's so keyed up that he can barely let himself settle on one part of it for long. He wants to nuzzle his thick pelt of hair, to bite his trapezius, to press his hand into his stomach and watch how the skin pillows gently around his touch. He wonders what it looks like when there's long, red fingernail stripes painting Beej's back when he's fucking someone so well that they can't do anything but cling and ride the wave.

A quiet whimper breaks from Hawk as he digs his fingers into the stall's edge, so close to his release. In his mind's eye he pictures Beej smirking up at him as he pulls his shirt all the way up to his collarbone, murmurs for Hawk to cover him in his—

The door creaks and Hawkeye's eyes fly open as he rips his hand away, slams it into the stall so hard that it makes an audible impact.

"Whoa!" A deep laugh. "Did I scare you?"

Hawk twists his back to BJ with a forced chuckle of his own. "Jesus, Beej, warn a guy, will ya?"

"Ah, sorry, I'll knock the next time I'm heading into the public shower," BJ murmurs, amused.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's one thing to be interrupted while you're jerking off, and it's another thing entirely for it to be the subject of your fantasy just strolling in right when you're approaching the point of no return. Hawkeye glances down. His cock is aching, flushed and angry with him for straddling his peak, forcing himself to walk back.

Behind him, he hears BJ slipping out of his robe, the stall door opening, the clink of his shower kit. "Everything all right, Hawk?"

"Peachy." He's already washed himself, but he feels for the bar of soap and starts lathering his body again.

A pause. Only when BJ turns his own shower on does he speak. "Soooo what're you looking at?"

Hawk stares a hole through the canvas wall, his mind taking a moment to catch up. "Oh, I was thinking we should consider wallpaper."

"Wallpaper?"

"Yeah. Something red. Maybe floral. Why not?" Oh, he dearly hopes the water turns cold soon. The fear's not doing enough.

"Well, isn't it a little gauche to paper a bathroom? Not to mention the humidity."

Hawkeye sets the soap aside and clears his throat. "All right, all right, if you'd rather do paint—"

"Hawk." BJ's tone is warm.

"Yeah, yeah?"

"You can just finish it off, you know."

He comes very close to choking on his own spit as he peeks over his shoulder. "Do what now?"

BJ smirks, eyes shut as he scrubs his face. "C'mon. You think this is the first time I walked in on that? I was a jock. I lived in a frat house. Literally nothing I haven't seen before."

I wanna say this is a completely different situation. Unbidden, his eyes skim down BJ's whole figure before Hawk forces himself to look at his face, nothing else. "You don't think that'd be a little...weird, huh?"

BJ shrugs. He scrubs his hair next, suds starting to cut marks down his cheeks. "It's sex. It's relief. What's more normal than that?"

There is a terrifying door that BJ's opening up for Hawkeye right now, and he really has no idea what he's doing. There are two beasts at war in his body—the one snarling for any opportunity to give into the hunger he feels when Beej is nearby, the aching one in his skull that's whispering about what a shit idea that is. It'll make everything hurt worse in the end. There's not a piece of him who could pretend he'd be happy with just that, no other part of BJ.

But he starts to relax a little more in the stall, letting the chain go finally to preserve a bit of warm water for whoever might traipse in here next. "Oh, and I'm sure you'd say the same thing to somebody like...like Frank or Charles or Colonel Potter."

Beej furrows his brow. He ducks under the spray and rinses himself clean. "Ah...no. Probably not. Just you."

Heat surges straight back into his gut. "Just me."

"Mm. But let's be honest, Hawk." When he opens his eyes, he stares straight into Hawkeye's. "If you walked in on me jerking off, you'd tell me to finish too."

Hawkeye takes a very long, very slow, very deep breath purely because if he doesn't, he's gonna faint right fucking here. They don't look away. They don't even blink. There's a million different ways he could take those words, and as the humid steam continues to swirl around them, he uses it as a cloud to speak one uncertain reply. "Okay. So you do it too, then."

BJ actually laughs, one of those big ones that makes the sun come out. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. If it's so...normal and all."

Hawk expects BJ to balk, to make a joke of it and grab his towel and start finishing up. But he still doesn't turn away. He shakes his head with a little sigh and leans into the stall wall too, aligned with Hawk, separated only a couple of feet apart by one thin door that hides nothing from the imagination. "All right. Sure. Why not?"

There's no way this is happening. Objectively this is the most ridiculous thing Hawk's gotten himself into, and that's saying quite a lot. The world he exists in can't possess a reality where he could goad BJ Hunnicutt, happily married heterosexual man, into jerking off with him.

But as Beej drops his hand to his cock, Hawk chances a glance, and the other man's already half hard as it is.

Maybe it's just a further evolution of the competitiveness that colors their every interaction. Maybe it's just another sign of how being in a tiny compound outside of Uijeongbu has morphed reality into something so far beyond what they're used to that even this isn't that big of a deal. Maybe it's just a big joke to him.

None of those incredibly reasonable thoughts make sense of why BJ is leaning back on one elbow as he hums and slowly tugs at his cock, but...

Hawkeye's the worst of men tonight, he thinks. He's had integrity in the past. He's leaned into it time and time again. But right now, the only part of it that he can really grab hold of is just to look away—not to violate whatever thin boundary might still exist by using BJ's living, breathing, married body as fantasy fodder.

He's not sure why he bothers, really. The second he closes his eyes, it's all he can see anyway.

Hawk returns to himself, long strokes that start to settle the millions of conflicting emotions in his body. The pleasure running through him is electric, like grabbing a live wire, and he chokes back a quiet moan until it's nothing more than the edge of a whine.

But he guesses BJ still hears it because the sound he makes in reply can't be described as anything but a growl.

Fuck. Just one more look. That's it, and he's done.

The moment he turns his head, BJ's already watching him.

It's probably...just...another part of their competitive nature, that they don't look away, that they're... Yeah, no, makes perfect sense, for the exact same reason as why BJ's lips quirk as his lashes fall low, as he turns to squeeze himself into the wall next to the shower head instead so they're facing each other, and...

Hawk shrinks back against his own stall, licking his lips, his eyes flicking down once, twice, before he becomes aware of how Beej is watching his hand in turn. There's no way, there's no way—

One more rough moan held back behind Beej's closed lips and Hawkeye throws his head back with a shuddering gasp, coming in fire-hot spurts that he just barely manages to catch in his palm.

"Fuck," BJ spits, just sharp enough that it draws Hawk's startled attention, almost takes the edge off his own orgasm. But the moment he gets to watch how Beej tips his head back and lets go, Hawk's wobbly knees threaten to drop him to the ground. Beej lets out a single groan as he comes, and Hawkeye loses himself in the details—how his cock twitches with each second of release, how his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, how...how his cum coats his stomach, his chest, dripping down with the water, how he...

Fuck. Fuck. He's so fucking gorgeous. It's not fair.

BJ rolls his neck with a widening smirk, fingers coming to rest lightly on his stomach. He moves back into the path of the shower spray and scrubs his belly clean with slow, deliberate moves. As though he's aware of exactly what he's doing to Hawk, he tightens his stomach, each part of his rectus abdominis flexing.

A new hunger twists itself into knots within him. He wishes he'd been bold enough to... His mouth waters, jaw aching from how tightly he's clenching it.

Only when Beej grabs his towel does Hawk remember he hasn't moved a fucking inch since he finished. He lunges for his own chain and scrubs his slick hand off, but the movement in the corner of his eye makes him flinch.

It's BJ, dried off completely, reaching across the wall. He hesitates. As the air trembles around them, Hawk holds his breath as the fuzziness in his skull bleeds into uncertainty.

BJ tilts his head. Reaches a little further. His fingers are gentle as they wrap around the back of Hawkeye's neck and draw him in, step by step, until he can leave the softest peck on Hawk's lips.

Time stands completely fucking still. Hawk leans after him once BJ starts to back up, which only makes Beej grin harder. "We should go grab dinner," Beej murmurs.

Hawk blinks wildly. "BJ?"

"C'mon." He looks Hawk up and down. He snags his robe and laughs. "You made me build up quite an appetite."

It's...it's okay? Nothing's... The smile's infectious, creeping across Hawkeye's face as well as he grabs his own towel. "Beej."

"Last one there's a rotten powdered egg."

"Oh, no, no, you son of a bitch, don't you go anywhere," Hawkeye calls after him as he scrambles for his robe. "I'm not done with you yet!"

BJ looks over his shoulder, bright as the sun. "You'll have to catch me first," he teases, then strolls away.

[primofate]

Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,” 

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open. 

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you. 

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,” 

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you. 

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!” 

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...” 

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice. 

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual. 

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours. 

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down. 

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent. 

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,” 

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion. 

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,” 

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!” 

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,” 

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him. 

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore. 

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat. 

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him. 

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!” 

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!” 

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,” 

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan. 

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,” 

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!” 

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Kevin + 5, 118, & 129 pls

Ps. so glad someone is wanting to add to the kevin content, can barely find any😣

(wah sorry for the delay, thank you for waiting huhu I always make sure I'm at my most creative when I write. Hope you still enjoy it!)

You & I

Member & Prompts: Kevin Moon (TBZ) + 5. "“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”, 118. "“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”, & 129. "“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), oral (f receiving), face riding/sitting, squirting, "secret" relationship, pet name used (baby)

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“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” you whined.

“Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?” You rolled your eyes, “Fine.”

You swore you’ve never seen Kevin’s eyes sparkle the way they did at that moment. He loved every single inch of you, and he just couldn’t get enough.

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Every Thursday night. That’s the arrangement you guys agreed to.

It was the only time where both of you were free from schedules and no distractions from anyone or anything. It was the only time where both of you would get to be alone and have a go at one another however you pleased.

To be honest, the both of you wished that you didn’t have to hide your relationship… you just weren’t ready for all the teasing and “I told you so’s”.

But somehow, you shared this strange excitement about being each other’s secret. To be the only one’s who know each other’s most intimate thoughts and desires. Will you guys ever bring your relationship out of the shadows? Who knows… but for now, you both were okay with whatever this was.

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” he mumbles against your lips.

“Then why don’t you?”

His head suddenly whips out to face you, a wide grin creeping up his face. “Say no more…”

His kisses started traveling down slowly from your neck. His hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, gently kissing you like you were a delicate doll.

You suddenly mewl at his touch, feeling his tongue lap and suck the skin of your inner thigh while his hand caresses the other.

”Oh my god, Kevin…”

“Wait, I have a better idea.”

He gets up from his position and adjust himself to lie his head back on the edge of the couch’s seat while the rest of his body remains seated on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You look at him in confusion.

“I want you to stand over my face and take a seat, baby” he smiles back.

“A-are you sure? We’ve never done this before…” you ask nervously. It's not the first time Kevin's eaten you out. In fact, it’s happened more than you could count. But to sit on his face? You never expected him to be okay with it.

“Relax, you’ll be fine. Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”

“O-okay…”

You start to adjust yourself to stand above Kevin’s face. The look he’s got is as if you left an animal starving for weeks. You’ve never seen expression before but it made your core pulsate so hard.

You bend your knees a bit to lower yourself, your glistening core centimeters away from Kevin’s mouth.

“Fuck baby, I can stare at your beautiful pussy all day.”

Driven by pure lust, his arms suddenly wrap around your thighs and lock you down as he starts gliding his tongue against your folds.

“O-ohh my- shit. Kevin-” You moan.

The way he eats you out in this position felt so different in a good way. You couldn’t resist grinding your hips onto his face, feeling the tip of his nose nudge your throbbing clit.

With all these “new” sensations rushing in, you felt the knots inside you coiling up, signaling the approach of your high.

“K-kevin I’m gonna-”

“Go on baby, give it to me. I wanna taste all of you.” He groans, intentionally increasing the speed of his tongue flicking your sensitive bud.

You high came crashing down like a tidal wave, making see nothing but white. You’ve never face ridden anyone before and now it’s all you’re ever gonna think about, especially with Kevin.

You try to catch your breath, your hands holding onto the couch to keep you balanced. You look down to see Kevin, eyes all hazy as if he’d had too much to drink (which he did…)

“Are you okay there?” You ask him as you hear him gulp down whatever was in his mouth.

“Damn. If this is how I get you to squirt in my mouth, I’ll never waste a drop….”

[uncpanda]

The Ties that Bind: Wedding Planning

AN1: I can’t believe I got this out. It’s been a rough few weeks y’all. This is a little one shot that shows wedding planning! It takes place in season 6 after the proposal. 

AN2 : Huge SHOUT OUT to the following people who helped brainstorm and edit this chapter @hotforhotchner11 @originalsoulduck @hotchinkevlar

Warnings: None that I can think of other than JOEL.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

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It’s odd. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s just odd. He has never, not once in his entire life, had the entire team over to the apartment. JJ came over pretty regularly because of Henry and Will. Garcia would occasionally come over to pick you and Jess up. Spencer was a fairly permanent fixture thanks to you, and Dave and Morgan occasionally came over for a game. But they had never all come over at once. They usually did that at Dave’s place because it was bigger. 

They’d been ten minutes away from landing when Garcia had sent out the text instructing everyone to come over to his place. And now . . . here he was. 

He can feel them at his back as he opens the door. They all crowd around him to peer in. It’s only years of training that keeps his jaw from going slack. 

His living room is covered in color swatches, his table is covered in various types of plate settings, and there’s a board covered in flower options. At the center of the madness is Jack and Henry. They’re standing on the coffee table in different suits while JJ and Jess study them. 

Will stomps out a second later in a tan suit with a bow tie that Aaron wants to burn on sight. You like to tease him about being a fashionista and in this moment it’s true. “JJ. There is no way in hell I am wearing this! Not a chance!” 

JJ’s lips tip up, “Why not? It screams southern.  Hotch was born and raised in the south. So were you. And Jack and Henry are being raised here. It’s perfect.” 

Aaron knows JJ well enough to know when she’s not serious, and though she’s hiding it pretty well, she’s fairly close to laughter. Will lets out a groan, “You really think she’d like this?” 

That’s when Aaron realizes you’re not there. He moves further into the apartment and the team follows, silent. Garcia comes out of the back room a moment later with printouts of what Aaron is pretty sure is a list of songs. 

“Ohh good! You’re back! We have piles of suits in Hotch’s room. Each one is labeled with your names, you guys need to start trying them on. Hotch, your lovely future bride insisted that you get final decision on the suits. Her exact words were, when I tried to insist on the tan suit, that if she got to pick out her own clothes for the wedding so did you. The men’s people’s clothing is also your choice.” 

Will, rather loudly declares, “Oh thank God.” 

Aaron sets down his brief case and go bag, “Where is my fiancé? I thought she’d be at the helm of this.” 

Jack pipes in, “Mom is still at work! There were late busses, she picked me up and I got to stay with her in the auditorium until Uncle Will and Aunt JJ came to get me!” Jack hasn’t spent much time at the school with you, but he loves it there. You’ve always told Aaron that it’s the thought of being a big kid that intrigues him. 

Will slides him a look, “It’s been that way all week. She said the flu has been making the rounds through the bus drivers and the teachers. She’s been covering classes during her planning and then been attempting to get work done after Jack is in bed.” 

Aaron nods; he hadn’t been able to talk to you much on this case. It had been hectic. There had been a few texts, but nothing worrying. “Well then, as the groom, I say we put this on hold, order some pizza, and wait for the bride to get home.” 

Penny visibly pouts, “Can I at least show you some of my ideas? I haven’t been able to show her anything yet.” 

Before he can say anything Dave is interrupting, “There is no way they’re having carnations in the bouquets! They’re tacky!” 

Penny’s eyes narrow, and she heads over to defend her choices. Dave shoots him a wink. He looks back at Spencer who is studying the tan suit Will is wearing. Spencer looks up, and before he can even say anything Aaron shuts it down, “No.” 

“But I like it.” 

“No.” 

“I’m not even on your side in this! I’m the Man of Honor!” 

“And we both know there’s no way in hell your sister is agreeing to a tan suit with a bow tie. She wants traditional. Remember?” 

Spencer visibly pouts, and Aaron steers Henry and Jack into Jack’s room to change back into play clothes. He takes a quick minute to call you.

You pick up on the fifth ring, and he can hear the exhaustion in your voice, “Hey.” 

“Hey yourself. Any news on a bus?” 

You snort, “They keep telling us a bus is coming, but they’ve been saying that for over an hour.” 

He glances at his watch. Your school let out for the day two hours ago. He winces when he hears a kids scream. It doesn’t seem to phase you. “Is everything okay?” 

“Nope. These kids have been waiting to go home for two hours. They’re hungry and tired, and ready to be home. They’re frustrated. I feel the same way. I’ll call you when I’m finally able to get out of here. I love you.” 

“Ooooohhhhh.” The exclamation comes from your side, and he smiles. You don’t say anything. 

“Love you too.” 

He hangs up, as Morgan sticks his head into the room, “So . . . Penny and Dave want to start the guest list. There’s two white boards involved, and three colors of markers, and I’ve been asked to get you. Apparently, there are a lot of people from work who have heard you’re getting married and want to come. You get to make final cut decisions.” 

Aaron can’t help himself, “You think I can escape through the window?” 

Morgan shakes his head, “She’d just find you again. She can tap into the cameras.”  Aaron sighs and goes out to face his doom. 

You’re exhausted. Bone tired. And you’d totally be willing to call out tomorrow if you didn’t know for a fact that half the teachers in your grade are out sick. All you want to do is go home, change into something comfy, kiss Aaron, hug Jack, eat pizza, and have a glass of wine. You already know that isn’t going to happen. 

You can hear the commotion from the other side of the door, and despite being tired it makes you smile. You open it to find chaos. 

There are three white boards set up in the living room, the team is scattered all over the couches and the floor, and Aaron and Penny and Dave are facing off at the whiteboards. You sigh in relief when you realize he has Jess as backup. She’s not afraid to bite or pull hair when she needs to.

You quickly realize it’s a guest list. You toe your shoes off, place your backpack and purse where they go, and walk further into the apartment. You bend over near Spencer; he smiles and kisses your cheek. “We’re working on the guest list. Garcia and Dave say that needs to be done first so we can pick out an appropriate venue and know when and what is available.

“I got Mrs. Jacobs on the list, her husband is still iffy.” 

You glance at the whiteboard, “The director of the FBI?” 

Spencer nods, “He’s been wanting Hotch to move up the ladder for years. They play golf every few months.” You study the list and recognize quite a few politicians, lawyers, and other people. 

“I’ve known Aaron for years, how did I not know he was this well connected?” 

Spencer shrugs, “No clue.” 

“Also how much money does Garcia think we have?” 

He shrugs again, “I don’t think she cares since Dave is paying.” 

You frown, “Dave is most certainly NOT paying!” 

That gets people’s attention, and Dave glares, “I most certainly am!” 

Your eyes narrow, “You don’t want to fight me, Dave.” 

He crosses his arms, “I chase serial killers for a living, you don’t scare me.” 

At the same time Aaron and Spencer say, “She should.” 

You move around the couch, “Dave, for the past week I’ve been working non-stop. The school is down half of it’s staff. I’ve been covering math classes, PE and everything in-between. I’ve been pulling bus duty too, which means dealing with grumpy teenagers, who have every reason to be grumpy! At this point I’m HOPING the flu takes me out of commission because it might mean more than a few hours rest!” 

Dave takes a step back. You point at the board, “That is ridiculous. The only people who should be on that board are people we genuinely like and care about. If they don’t meet that criteria then erase them.” 

Morgan jumps across the room and erases Strauss’ name from the board. He gets a few looks but shrugs, “No one wanted her there, and you know it.” 

You roll your eyes and turn to Penny, “When I said I wanted a traditional wedding, I meant the ceremony and reception. I did not mean something befitting Princess Diana and Prince Charles.” 

Penny slumps and you walk it back, “We don’t need big and over the top. Aaron and I have talked about it." He moves to wrap an arm around you and you swat his hand away, “Wait until I’ve showered, I still have school germs on me.” He lets out a small huff of a laugh, and lets you continue, “We want traditional with our own personalities thrown in. We want to have fun, too.” 

Penny nods, “Okay. I will make everything else disappear and we can take this step by step. Tonight we get the guest list done and start thinking about venues.” 

You smile, “Of course.” 

“Good. Now . . . go wash the school germs off, and I’ll have everything gone by the time you get back out.” 

You don’t have to be told twice. You sprint to the bathroom, and shuck your clothes as you go. The hot water feels amazing. You spend more time in there than you need, and then head back into the bedroom. Aaron is waiting there. 

“Can I hug you now?” 

You smile and open your arms. He sweeps you into a hug and then a kiss. He kisses you several more times, and then whispers, “I laid out your yoga pants and my GW tee-shirt that you like.” 

You kiss him again just for that, “I knew I was marrying you for a reason. Other than the whole loving you thing.” 

He smiles. You change quickly and follow him back out to the den. Jack and Henry, who had been playing in Jack’s room, are back out and your boy climbs into your lap for a snuggle. You spend the rest of the night debating the guest list. 

Strauss gets added back on, and so do several of the politicians and other DC bigwigs. Strauss only makes it back on the list thanks to Dave, who finally admits he’s dating her. Anderson also makes the list. Kevin, Garcia’s ex, is thoughtfully tossed off. Mrs. Jacob's husband also makes the list, and you add in your friends from work. It’s still a fairly large list and Dave once again begs to pay. 

“I’ve paid for three weddings that ended in divorce. Just once, I’d like to pay for a marriage that’s going to last.”

You compromise when Aaron shrugs. You decide to let Dave pay for the reception while you and Aaron pay for the ceremony. You feel that’s more than fair and it makes Dave happy. You eventually get your glass of wine and a piece of pizza. And with the numbers finalized everyone heads home. Everything is great, until you wake up sick to your stomach in the middle of the night. Apparently, you had finally gotten the flu. 

[neeksnorton]

I'm Ready, Mommy // Abner Krill x Reader

hi there! sorry for the delay on this story. some things came up. enjoy!!

NSFW TAGS : Femdom, multiple orgasms, pegging, mommy kink, teasing, oral sex (m receiving)

WORD COUNT : 2.4K

You walk in through the front door, exhausted from work. You kick your shoes off your feet and leave them in front of the door. You should probably put them on the mat where you and Abbie leave your shoes, but you decided against it. You were too tired; you can move the shoes later.

You toss your bag lazily on the couch, and take your blazer off. The white button up you have on is really pissing you off. You undo a couple of buttons, just to let yourself breathe a little. Sitting on the couch, you shut your eyes.

Fuck. This job was killing you. Ever since you got out of Belle Reve with Abner after the Corto Maltese situation, you got a full-time job at a tech company. It wasn’t physically demanding, but you had to use all of your brainpower at all hours of the day. And sometimes it was just a lot for you. You try your best to let your thoughts pass you like a cloud.

“Hmm, I wonder if he’s home,” you think to yourself. You couldn’t remember if today was his day off, or if it was tomorrow. He probably told you this morning, but you couldn’t remember.

Abner worked at a library part time, stacking books on the shelves. He loved it, he could escape into his own little world while doing so. Not to mention it was nice and quiet, Abner was never one for loud crowds or noises.

You hear a shuffle behind you. You peek through your eyes a little, but don’t react. He’s trying to scare you. You try to hold back a laugh. He always tries to do this with you. He’ll scare you and it ends in a play fight.

Fingers barely graze your shoulders, and you jump up and yell in Abbie’s face.

“RAHHHHH!” You scream. Abner nearly jumps out of his skin, letting out a very girly shriek.

You keel over with laughter. “Oh, fuck you.” he says while laughing. You got him so good. Normally it goes the other way.

Once you two calm down a little, he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you lightly. “How was work today?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. “It was just a lot.” you fiddle with the neckline on his t-shirt. “I just need to relieve some stress.”

“Well,” he whispers, craning down to kiss your neck lightly. “How can I help?”

This is not what you envisioned. You had the idea that you were gonna pull out your yoga mat and stretch a little. Or throw on the TV and watch Real Housewives reruns. But Abbie acting like this just made your pussy ache.

“Um…ahh-” You try to get a sentence out but it just doesn’t form. He starts kissing your collarbone, leaving a small trail of hickeys. All you wanted to do was force him onto the couch and have him under your complete control. You NEEDED this. You cradle his face in your hands and pull it back up to yours.

“Just do as I say, how does that sound?” you whisper in his ear. You feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Good.” he whimpers against your skin.

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You swipe your finger across his bottom lip, and he parts them. He was so ready for you already. He must have been eagerly waiting for you to get home. You kiss him gingerly, and slide your tongue into his mouth. You map out every inch of his mouth, even though you already knew it so well.

You move your hand off of his face and slide it under his t-shirt. Your fingers trace his happy trail, and you feel goosebumps rise up on his soft tummy. He lets a small whimper out into your mouth, and you feel your core tighten. As you move your hand up his torso, you feel the small amount of hair on his chest.

“Unhh- please…” Abbie moans. He grips your waist and digs his nails in.

You grab his hands and pull them off of you for just a moment. You lead him to the couch, and sit him down. You quickly scan his body, and your mouth almost waters. He's wearing a grey t-shirt with black jeans that show off his skinny legs and growing bulge. While sitting, his shirt is slightly lifted to show his happy trail. He’s wearing black nail polish, and his jet-black hair is slightly tousled. The sight of him like this nearly makes you cum on the spot. You wanted to take complete control of him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You stand over him on the couch. He’s breathing heavily, happily awaiting whatever you have in store for him.

You kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, his jawline, and work your way down. He swallows hard. Your lips leave dark hickeys from his jaw down to his chest. He tries to grab the bottom of his shirt to take it off, but you swiftly grab his hands and pin them to his sides.

“No, I’m doing it.” You say sternly to him. He nods slowly.

You let his hands go for the moment, and you get to work at taking off his shirt. You pull up from the bottom and Abner lifts himself off the couch just enough to let you pull the shirt up and over his head. You kiss his chest, peppered with freckles. Then his tummy, past his navel, and right at the base of his pants. You stroke your finger across his bulge.

“Awww, you’re already so hard for me, baby.” You smile.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N, please-” He whimpers for you.

“Trust me I’m not teasing.”

You grab the sides of his pants, and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down to his ankles. He kicks off his shoes, and then his pants. Your hands roam around his hips, fiddling with the waistband of his underwear. You slide them off as well, and kiss every inch of exposed skin. His hip bones, the spots around the base of his cock. You move down and take his balls in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking.

“Ohh- oh my god… oh my god please…” Abner’s lip quivered as he moaned, aching for the feeling of your warm wet mouth on his dick. And you give him EXACTLY what he wants.

You run the tip of your tongue up his shaft, and take the whole of his head in your mouth. He throws his head back and lets out a groan. You look up at him and let go of his dick, making a suction sound with your mouth.

“Unhh, do you like that baby?” You say in your most suggestive voice possible. You bite your lip and smile.

“Yes, oh my god yes. Mommy please keep going-” Your pussy clenches. You LOVED when he called you Mommy. He didn’t care about anything else but you at this moment.

“God, I love how you look when you beg, my pretty baby.”

Your lips return to his cock, and you run your tongue across his slit. He shudders. You continue to suck his dick, using your hand along with your mouth. He’s too big to take completely. You can tell he’s trying not to buck his hips into your mouth, to get all of him into you.

“Oh gosh- Mommy… Unhh- I’m so close-” You feel his cock pulse in your hand. As much as you enjoy swallowing his hot cum, you’d rather see him beg and squirm.

You stop abruptly. He snaps his eyes open and, with his mouth agape, gives you those huge puppy dog eyes you just adore.

“No- no no no, Mommy please-” He blabbers to you. You get off your knees and meet your face with his.

“Awww, does my poor baby wanna cum? Awww, that’s so cute.” You rub his cheek with your palm.

He writhes underneath you, his cock is aching for any sort of friction.

“I’ll be right back. You sit here and look pretty for me when I get back, okay?”

He nods, lip quivering. You run upstairs quickly, and open your top dresser drawer. You grab the strap-on tucked underneath your underwear. You and Abbie frequently took turns on who dommed and who subbed, so this wasn’t new behavior for the two of you. You put it on as quickly as you can, and come back downstairs.

You come back and walk behind the couch, touching his bare shoulders. He jumps a little, and looks up and sees you. His eyes light up and he smiles. As you walk around the couch and face him, your hand grazes his knee. Then up his thigh, over his hips, up his waist, then chest. You turn him onto the couch so that he’s laying down.

“Yes, Mommy, please- I’m so ready for you. Mommy-”

“Are you?” You cut him off. He whimpers and nods.

“Yes I swear- I swear I’m ready Mommy, I promise.”

“Good. Because we aren't stopping until I say so.”

You climb onto the couch and shimmy yourself in between Abbie’s legs. His legs wrap around your waist tenderly. Your jaw clenches. Every time you feel his skin on yours, it sends shockwaves to your clit. You hold out your hand to Abner’s face.

“Spit.” You command him. He spits onto your mouth and you rub it on the strap-on. You find his entrance and slowly rub the tip on it before pushing yourself fully in.

“Ohhh..Oh my god-” He moans pornographically as you fully sink into him. You moan breathily, it feels so good.

You start slow, but find a solid rhythm. Every time you pound into him, he groans with pleasure every time you hit his G-spot. All sensations are focused on your clit. It almost feels as if the strap-on is an extension of you, you can feel every single movement. You take his hands and pull his arms above his head, holding his hands above him so that he can’t move.

“M-Mommy please- I want more… please keep going- please don’t stop- Ahh…”

“God, you’re so pretty when you beg, do you want me to keep going? Tell me you want it, you fucking baby.”

“God yes, please- pretty please, Mommy…”

You pull out, let go of his hands, and roughly grab his hips. He winces at the loss of you being inside him. You flip him over onto his stomach (as best you can, he's still taller and heavier than you) and have him tuck his knees under him. You take his arms from underneath him and pin them behind his back with your hand, the other hand planted firmly on his hip.

With no mercy, you slam into him, watching as he takes every inch of your strap. He is completely submissive, blabbering at you to keep going. You loved when he called you Mommy. Because that meant he was yours.

You let go of his hip and reach under him to grab his dick. While giving him hard thrusts, you slowly jerk him off. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for him, he almost rolled his eyes back.

“He must be close,” you think to yourself. You were reaching your peak, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Do you wanna cum for me, Abbie? Unh, I bet you do, ahh-” You say in between moans.

“Yes Mommy, please let me cum, plea- ahh- oh fuck…” You move your hand faster, jerking him off, mostly at the head of his cock.

“Oh god, Mommy- I can’t h-”

You feel your muscles tighten as you and Abbie cum at the same time. You see his muscles contracting, and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He shakes as he gets his cum on his tummy and chest. You keep jerking him off, not stopping your relentless pace.

“Mmmh- ahh, please stop Mommy, please-” he whimpers.

“Don’t you remember what I said? We aren’t done until I say we’re done. I’m sorry baby, but we have to keep going.”

“Mommy no- ahh- it’s too much…”

You begin to thrust into him again, maintaining a slow pace. Your free hand grabs at his midnight black hair, pulling his head back to face you.

“Cmon baby, I know you like it. You wouldn’t lie to your own Mommy, would you baby?”

“No Mommy, I won’t lie- ahhh… mnhh-”

You see his muscles contract once more. He’s on the verge of cumming again.

The sight of him like this is too much to handle. His hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat His back, peppered with freckles. His big strong arms pinned to his back. He’s so submissive for you. In this state, he would do anything for you. You were all he cared about. You bite your lip and groan in ecstasy.

In a split second, you switch from a slow pace to a ruthless pace, giving him no time to adjust. He nearly screams as the strap-on hit’s his G-spot perfectly. You moan breathily as you reach your second climax.

“Ah! Oh my god, Mommy, I’m gonna cum- I-”

He cums once more, as do you. You attempt to use your hand to catch any before more cum gets on him. He’s breathing extremely heavily, his back expanding and contracting with each breath. You pull out of him, and he rolls over onto his back.

As much as you want to lay down beside him, you have to clean up the mess he made. You scoot yourself backwards and lean down. You run your tongue across his tummy, licking up the cum he left there. Under his navel, on his upper stomach. You get as much as you can find and you feel goosebumps rise on his skin. Once you get all you can, you bring your face to his.

“I’m so fucking tired.” You whisper while laughing.

“That was fucking incredible, Jesus Christ.” he says back to you. He cradles your face in his big, strong hands and kisses you passionately.

“Only next time, I be in control.” God fucking damnit. You couldn’t say no to him.

You smile at him. “Fine. But you can’t deny that I don’t do my job well.” He can’t help but crack a smile, too.

“Yes, you do,” He says reluctantly but jokingly. You know he would never purposefully put you down for making him feel good. You lean into him and snuggle into his neck.

“Okay, grab the TV remote, I'm fucking exhausted. We gotta put something on.” You say.

“Fine by me.”

[mrs-gucci]

The Forbidden Fruit {medieval priest!Kylo Ren x Reader}

anonymous:

Priest!Kylo + tavern + visiting his known mistress

author’s notes: hello, hello! ooo, priest!Kylo is a dirty man and I am very much here for it ;) thanks for the request! (post-writing note: this got waay longer than I originally intended lol)

warnings: a touch of fluff. smut. general filth. the incorrect use of the Adam and Eve bible story. oral sex (f receiving). a bit of religion-infused coercion. innocence kink if you really squint. hints of praise kink. virginity loss. 

tw’s: extramarital affair/sex (as was common in medieval times). (!!) dubcon (!!) **please let me know if I missed any warnings and/or tw’s!!**

word count: 1.8k

kylo’s taglist peeps! @goddessofsprings​ @icarusinthesea​ my general taglist peeps! @safarigirlsp​ @babbushka​ ​@mrs-zimmerman​ @dirtytissuebox​ @thepalaceofmelanie

[NOT my edit. full credit goes to sacklers_sack on Twitter]

Father Kylo walks into the Adam and Eve Tavern and steps up to the bar, ordering a mug of frothy golden brew. He takes a sip as he walks over to his usual corner table, fingers fiddling with the ring around his thick finger. 

Even though his wife already knows of his affair, he still feels a small twinge of guilt whenever he lies to her about his whereabouts. It’s a very slight feeling of remorse, though, considering the fact that she’s one of Satan’s disciples.

You walk in only minutes later, flipping the hood of your cloak off the top of your head. He looks over at smiles at the sight of you, admiring your pure and raw beauty. He’s almost sure you’re some sort of angel in disguise, too beautiful and pure to be anything less. Gods, he wants nothing more than to wreck you, split you in half with his cock.

“Hello, angel.” He purrs as you walk over and sit down at the table with him, eyes lingering on your bosom, which is accentuated greatly in this particular gown. “I am glad to see your beautiful face this eve.”

Your lips curl up into a small smirk. “No need for such flattery, Father. We both know why you summoned me here.”

“I’ve always loved how you get right down to business.” Kylo chuckles devilishly. “There are a series of rooms upstairs, the very reason I chose this particular establishment to conduct our...meeting. Step into the last one down the hall and strip bare, lay down on the bed. I will join you in a moment.”

Nodding, you stand and make your way up to the room, swaying your hips a bit extra for the Father. He smirks when he notices this, taking another sip of his beer as he feels his length twitch to life ‘neath his robes.

He waits a few minutes, finishing the mug of beer and leaving behind a tip for the barkeep before walking up to the room he’s reserved for the night. When he walks in, the sight of your nude body illuminated by the warm orange glow of the crackling fire greets him. Gods, is there a better sight to behold than this one?

Your chest rises and falls gently, rhythmically, breasts rising and falling along with your steady breathing. He’s hypnotized, momentarily, drinking in the angelic beauty that lays across the bedsheets.

His robes are swiftly removed and draped over one of the chairs, leaving him in only his undergarments. He points to your legs with his pointer and middle fingers, silently indicating that he’d like you to spread them. You do.

“Tell me, angel. Have you heard the Biblical tale of Adam and Eve?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip when he takes a step forward towards the bed. “No, Father, I have not.”

He smirks, standing with his hands clasped behind his back. Remnants of his hot breath tease your bare skin, causing you to shudder.

“Adam and Eve were the first human beings created by God, and they inhabited in the Garden of Eden. They were given allowed to use or consume any of the other plants in the Garden, but they were told not to eat any of the forbidden fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.”

You gasp when his hands suddenly seize your ankles and pull you to the end of the bed.

“But,” The Father sinks to his knees, never breaking eye contact. “They failed to resist the temptation. The fruit...”

He pushes your legs as far apart as they can go, then lightly traces your glistening slit with his fingertips. Your breath hitches in your throat at his featherlight touch on your center.

Your eyes widen when his nose nudges your outer lips and he takes a long, slow inhale of your natural scent. He shudders, groaning under his breath before his tongue suddenly licks an agonizingly slow stripe up your cunt.

“The forbidden fruit was just too sweet.” Kylo says, licking his lips with a small smirk at the corners of his mouth. “It was so tender, so juicy; it just felt too right to be wrong, too delicious to be sin.”

You can’t stop the desperate whimper that escapes between your parted lips, insides clenching desperately against themselves. He notices the way your hole puckers, and his smirk grows a bit wider.

His mouth opens, then, and he encapsulates your entire core in a sloppy kiss. Your back arches and you gasp loudly, head pressing back against the pillows. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch your skin in the most delightfully pleasurable way, only adding to the sensations he’s creating with his mouth.

“F-Father--ohh!” Your feet plant and your hips lift up off the bed. “Oh gods, mmmm!”

He begins moving with more aggression, passionately slurping up each and every drop of the sweet nectar that leaks from your cunt. His assault doesn’t let up, not until his efforts bring you to the ultimate high.

“Father! F-Father, oh Christ!” You shriek softly, legs quaking as you hit your peak with an Earth-shattering intensity.

Kylo pulls away shortly after you’ve ridden out your high and he’s consumed every single drop of your sinful sweetness, upper lip and beard glistening with your release. He practically rips his undergarments off and wraps a large, veiny hand around the base.

“Lay up at the head of the bed, now. I shall claim your innocence tonight, angel.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up, chewing on your now-tender bottom lip. “I d-don’t know...”

The Father shakes his head, quickly pinning you to the bed, caging you with his large body. You watch his silver Holy Cross necklace shimmer in the dim light, reminding you that he is a man of God and that he would never ask anything of you that he didn’t think you were ready for.

“Do not fear it, my child; why would His Holiness grant us the bodies we posses, ones that can bring such pleasures, if we aren’t intended to use them? Trust me, angel, all will be alright.”

You’re not much of a religious woman, but he makes a reasonable argument...

“O-Okay.”

He smiles, reaching down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “I will go slowly for you. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will get better.”

You nod. “I trust you, Father.”

His tip swipes all through your slick before settling at your entrance, ready to push in. He holds your cheeks, looking deep into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my angel?”

As soon as you nod, his pelvis pushes forward and his length pushes through your unstretched walls. You cry out, tears instantly burning your eyes as they instantly begin to collect in the corners.

Once he’s fully seated inside you, he remains still, jaw clenched so tight you’re worried he’ll crack his teeth should he clench any tighter. It’s taking every single ounce of his willpower not to fuck you raw, but he knows what he must take care of you this eve. There will be plenty of time for all of that in the future.

“You’re doing sssso well, angel. Taking me so well.”

His words of encouragement, his mutters of of praise reassure you that this was a good choice. You’ve never felt so stuffed in your entire life, not even after holiday feasts and the more your insides stretch in accommodation, the better it begins to feel.

You nod up at him, the first tear escaping your overflowing eyes.

“I’m a-alright now, Father.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, still cradling your face as he draws back, then pushes forward once more. The noises that escape your lips are positively sinful and they only encourage him on, hips steadily gaining speed and force with each passing moment.

Soon, your body and breasts and excess flesh bounce in time with his hips’ sharp, forceful thrusts. By now, the pain has completely subsided and made way for the pleasure to build in your loins.

“S-So sssweet,” He grunts quietly in your ear. “So j-juicy and tender...and you’re a-all mine...”

Your small whimpers and gasps turn to scandalous moans and cries of desperation. You hold onto his arms tightly, fingernails digging deep into his alabaster skin, surely leaving marks.

“Please, Father, please...”

Kylo can feel his control, his restraint beginning to slip as he nears climax. He’s unable to hold it off, unwilling to deny himself this heavenly pleasure whilst his cock is stained with fresh virgin’s blood.

The thought of that alone thrusts him right up to the edge, looking over the cliff to the peak of bliss.

“Y/N, my a-angel, I...I will not be able to endure much l-longer.”

You nod, grabbing hold of his hair firmly. “It is alright, F-Father. Use m-me, use my body to bring yourself p-pleasure.”

Those words send him careening into climax and he quickly pulls away just as the first rope of his foggy liquor emerges. His hips still give half-hearted mock thrusts as he spills his creamy seed all over your puffy, used cunt.

He crawls off of you once he’s finished, beginning to redress immediately. You sit up, shakily and already you can feel the pain in your loins beginning to build from the Father’s hardened intrusion.

Your eyes catch sight of some red dripped down onto the bedsheet and your cheeks warm, acute worry flaring up inside of you. Is that supposed to happen?

Almost as if he read your worried mind, Father Kylo steps up to you and holds your chin up so that you can look into his eyes.

“Bleeding is typical for virgins, nothing is the matter, I promise.”

You nod, sighing softly in relief. “Thank you, Father.”

He smiles, bending down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. “It is I who should be thanking you, my child. Thank you for giving your innocence to me, for trusting me. You did so well for me tonight, angel.”

Your cheeks warm in flattery, smile splitting your face. But, your expression falls into a frown when you see him drape the cloak over his shoulders.

“Must you leave so soon, Father?”

Father Kylo nods as he pulls on his shoes. “I must get back to the convent, angel; I apologize for having to rush off so quickly. But, I promise I will make it up to you next time, yes?”

You nod, offering a small, disappointment-tinged smile. “Yes, of course, Father. I understand.”

He reaches ‘neath his robes and pulls out the small, silver Holy Cross necklace, draping it around your neck.

“Something to remind you of me, ‘till we next meet.” Kylo says, kissing your temple. “Farewell, my beloved angel.”

Your lips tug up into a genuine smile, fingers toying with the silver charm as he approaches the door and slips out.

“Farewell, Father.”

[lavishedinjimin]

Yoongi with a breeding kink and/or a pregnancy kink!!!! Him fucking the cum back into you making sure you dont spill a drop. Cumming inside you 3 times a day minimum. He loves watching you leak out and fingers the drops back into your pussy,,,,,

this is...yum

~

It was all that Yoongi can think of whenever the two of you fuck. The scenario of both of you cumming at the same time, spurting his hot cum inside of you, coating your walls with his hot semen. That was one of his biggest fantasies.

A fantasy which, thanks to a little bit of his persuasion, became a reality.

His eyes ogles the way your walls clench and unclench whenever he pulls his cock all the way out after every deep thrust, cunt gaping as it cries for more. His dick shines from your wetness, and it was one of the hottest sights ever.

Yoongi continues to fuck you from behind, grunting underneath his breath as his cock penetrates you deeply.

“Babe – ohh shit – f-faster,” you pant, “fuck me faster.”

Yoongi bites his lip from the way you said those words. He follows your request and pounds your heat harder and faster. Sweat was accumulating on his forehead and chest area as his big hands grab onto your waist, gripping so tightly that you were sure would leave bruises.

Your cunt abruptly tightens around his girth when he gives your ass a harsh, tinging spank, causing him to groan. “Fucking hell, do that one more time,” Yoongi sighs, “Clench your pussy.”

Biting your lip to prevent yourself from giggling, you do as he says and clenched your cunt tighter for him. This caused him to go ever rougher on you, his balls slamming against your clit which added more pleasure for you – edging you closer to your climax.

“Princess,” he moans, feeling his back tingling whenever your walls would tighten up, “you ‘gonna make me cum.”

His deep voice somehow helped in building you up to your orgasm. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore so you let your upper body flop onto the bed, arching your back in a hot manner.

Yoongi laughs menacingly and spanks your ass again, “M’gonna cum soon…fuck, I’m gonna cum inside this hot pussy, darling. Yeah?” You moan from the pain and pleasure of him tugging on your hair, and forcing you to lean back up. Your back was pressed against him while his hand flies to wrap around your throat, choking you.

He puts his mouth closer to your ear to whisper, “Like that? Want me to fill your tummy up to the brim with my cum? Huh?” he nibbles on your earlobe, licking and sucking all over the areas around your ear. You nod your head with a whimper, already sending him an answer. “Mm, I see. Naughty little slut you are for me. You just couldn’t get over the idea of me putting our baby inside you, right? Blow my load so fucking deep as your pussy milks my cock until the very last drop. Carry our child like how you’re meant to… oh fucking god you make me so fucking horny, Y/n.”

His words sent you into a frenzy and that was all it took for you to cum around his dick. Your body shakes, losing the strength to keep yourself up, but his hand stay put. He wraps his arm around your torso to keep you from falling down. His dark growls and breathless grunts made you cum so hard, eyes closing as you dwell into the euphoric feeling.  

“God, this pussy,” he tilts his head as he feels you squeeze him harder, your cunt pulsating, “this pussy belongs to me.”  

His thrusts turn sloppy and a bit jagged and it was a sign that he was close. You feel his cum spill into you while he holds your body perfectly still, burying his cock as deep as he possibly can. He mutters a bunch of curse words and heavy breaths, nuzzling his forehead against your shoulder.

“Yoongi,” you squeal, wiggling your ass to tease him. He chuckles and lets you fall back down on the mattress.

He pulls his cock out – only to watch how his cum spills out of your sopping entrance. His eyes glimmers, watching it drip down to your clit, but was quick to push his semen back in with the tip of his dick.

“A-Ahh, shit,” you shudder when he plunges his cock right back in.

“What? We can’t waste anything, baby.”

[kpop-hive]

Sucking Off NCT 127 During a Vlive

(a/n): I didn’t expect this to be this long 🙃

Enjoy Guys!!

Taeyong: You couldn’t help it, he just looked too good. You were so needy you did what you had to do, to get his attention, so while Taeyong was on live you did the unthinkable, you got under the table, and unzipped his pants, his worried face was very prominent along with his bulge you kept rubbing for the past five minutes. “Oh, no there’s nothing wrong, I’m just tired.” He tried to distract his fans from figuring out what was happening. As soon as he does that you take him into your mouth, sucking on his length expertly, he can’t fathom how good he feels, he tries to hide his sounds, so he just bites his lip really hard, but that doesn’t work, especially when you go down his length with your mouth. “Ahh.” Taeyong moans. “I just got a cramp you guys, I’m trying to rest my foot.” He suggests that he watches some videos of NCT, but nothing can distract how your mouth feels to him. You pull him out of your mouth just to suck on his tip, and he’s livid. “Mmmmm.” “This video is r-really interesting guys.” Close to the verge of cumming, he lets out a heavy breath, and he lets himself go as soon as you massage his balls. “Oh God!” Taeyong moans. Shocked he tries to cover it up. “That’s a horrible look on me isn’t it?” You get him through his orgasm to the point where he is heavy breathing. “Well guys, I love you all so much, but I have to go, I have to go eat dinner, but I’ll be back.” He ends the live right there. “I hope when you say “dinner,” you mean me right?” You ask. He smirks, “You’re the only edible thing here so...” You were in for a good time.

Taeil: “Taeil, please Can we do something?” I’m bored. “In a minute babe, I’m about to go live.” “Fine.” You walked off and chilled on the other side of the room, checking your phone while you listen to Taeil go live. Minutes go by, and you wonder when it’s gonna end, he’s been on live for over forty minutes. You were ready to leave, but then you thought of an idea when Taeil said this. “Yeah, it is hot, in Korea right now, but I’m not taking my shirt off.” Taeil responded to the fan. You motioned to Taeil, and his eyes glanced at you for a second, watching you fan yourself with your hand, he thought that it was hot so he turned the fan on real quick, but that’s not what you wanted. To get his attention back, you removed your shirt, and that grabbed Taeil’s attention real quick. “Oh, nothing you guys, I am looking at the tv, one of my favorite movies just came on.” He lies. His attention is set on both the fans’ comments and you right now. You take it up a step by removing your bra, and when you do that, his attention completely shifts to you, watching your bare chest heave little by little and seeing your nipples harden to the open air. “You guys, the bad guy just stole the good guy’s sister.” He lies again. You love how he makes up a fake movie so his fans don’t know what he is really looking at. As soon as he goes back to the comments you get up and walk towards him, his eyes shift right back at what you’re about to do. As he lays in his bed, phone in his hand with the Vlive on, he can’t believe that you’re doing this, pulling down his pants and underwear to watch his bulge stand at attention from the previous events that happened earlier. You lick your palm before rubbing his length, before licking a bold stripe up the side of it. “Oh!” Taeil lets out sounding similar to a breathy moan. “Guys, the bad guy is threatening to kill the sister!” You finally take him into your mouth, and he’s looks like he’s struggling to keep quiet. You take him deeper in your mouth, and Taeil rests his hand on your head, keeping his phone still close to his face, camera only on him. You keep going until he grunts loudly, and his member twitches in your mouth. “Guys, they just defeated the bad guy, yes, yes, yes!” He exclaims as he releases into your mouth. Hand gripping your head tighter, as he rides out his orgasm. A small whimper leaves his mouth, and he quickly ends the live. “Bye guys! See you all soon!” You sit back up on the bed, and he looks at you. “I didn’t know that was what you wanted to do earlier.”

Johnny: “No you guys, no one is in the room with me.” That was a lie, you were in the room with Johnny while he was on live. You kept teasing him with hand gestures signaling that you wanted to suck him off. He looked really good today, and you wanted him to know that he looked good, but sadly, you couldn’t do anything until the live was over, or so you thought. You walked over to him, and got under the table while he was distracted. “Yeah, of course you guys, the next Johnny’s Communication Center will happen n-next m-month.” Johnny stuttered a bit, he didn’t think you were doing it, but you did. You began palming him through his shorts that he was wearing while he was talking. He did a quick glance looking down a bit at you to give you a glare, but you just looked up at him with pleading eyes. He continued his live without too many fans noticing the sudden change in his demeanor. After palming him for a little bit, you pull down his shorts. “Of course he’s not wearing underwear.” You thought. You didn’t want to tease him too long so you began to suck him off without hesitation. “Mmm, mhm. I agree you g-guys.” Johnny tries to play it off. You take his length deeper into your mouth, and he grips your head under the table. He doesn’t want to force you down on his length because he worried you may let out a few sounds, so he just keeps his hand steady. “Mmm, that sounds so nice you guys, I may have to do that mmm.” He lets out. “Oh! Where’s (y/n)? S-she’s taking a nap. She w-was super tired y-you guys. Yeah no she’s n-not s-sick, she f-feels g-good, really g-good, ah!” He stutters and yells when his cock began to twitch in your mouth when used both of your hands to massage his shaft while sucking on the tip. This action through him over the edge releasing in your mouth making him stutter way too much on live, his legs shaking as well under the table. “Y-yeah, I will definitely join live again n-next w-week, s-so until t-then, I’ll s-see all of you g-guys soon, o-o-okay? Bye!” As you removed yourself from the table, and tried to walk away, Johnny pulls you on his lap, “We’re not done here Princess.” Johnny says before instantly making out with you, this will be a long night.

Yuta: “How could he be sitting there acting like, nothing was happening, he just has that sly smile on his face, and is playing it cool.” Those were the thoughts that crossed your mind while you were on your knees giving a blowjob while he was live. Keep in mind this wasn’t just your idea, Yuta wanted to try it out by betting that you couldn’t get a reaction out of him as long as you sucked him off on live, and so far he was winning. He acts so calm about your mouth being half way down his length like it was nothing. He acts like he’s done this before. “Yeah guys, it’s so nice to be back on live again.” Yuta knows that you’re doing well, but he doesn’t want to lose the bet, he promises he’s gonna reward you after whether or not you win at all, because that’s just him. “(y/n)? Yeah her birthday is in a few days isn’t it? I have to get her a gift. No, I don’t know what to get her, do you guys have any ideas?” While he was distracted, you try to suck him off harder, going deeper until you hit the base of his cock, deepthroating him and making a mess before his eyes. His eyes closed just slightly, and you finally felt him twitch in your mouth, you knew he was close, so you used one of your hands to massage his balls, sending him over the edge, and releasing into your mouth, and that’s when you heard this. “Mmm, god yes! She loves things like that, I have to buy her one of those, t-that’s it r-right there!” You made him moan out, you won. Proud of what you did, you sat back up, and walked out so Yuta could finish on live. When he finished you heard the door open as he jumped on the bed, holding your arms above your head. “You won, choose your prize angel.” “You, do anything to me please.” “It’s funny how I lost, but I still somehow receive a prize.” He says before going in to kiss you.

Doyoung: This pure soul doesn’t know what to do. He just assumes that he can control his moans, but your mouth just feels to good to him. His eyes are wide trying to hide the fact that you are behind the camera with your mouth on him. “Y-you guys want me to s-sing? O-okay.” Doyoung says, breath a little shaky. He began to sing a song that was stuck on his mind for while now, and you have to admit that it is pretty funny witnessing Doyoung attempt to sing with a shaky breath just because you had this much of an effect on him. You suck on his length harder, and he stops mid song to pause from the pleasure he was receiving. “Ohh, w-what was the n-next line? I c-can’t remember g-guys.” He tries to continue, but he can’t he is so close to finish it, because he is so close to releasing. Not long after you feel Doyoung twitch, and he’s sent over the edge, while his seed goes down your throat, “Ahh, Yeah, that’s it! I remember the lyric now!” He tries to sing, but it’s no use, he can’t sing while he’s in the middle of an orgasm. So while attempting to sing, he “accidentally” cuts the live. “Ahh, that feels too good, (y/n)” Doyoung finally lets out riding out his orgasm. Once finished, you take him out of your mouth, and stand up finally. He looks at you, wanting to continue where you and him left off, but you say this instead, “I would start live again, we’ll continue this later, you don’t want your fans to know something is up.” He nods, begins a new live, “Yeah Sorry guys, my phone just died, but now we can pick up where we left off.”

Jaehyun: His live was very entertaining, but sadly, it wasn’t entertaining you. Jaehyun made really funny jokes, and he was having fun sharing what he recently bought from shopping last week. The only reason you were pissed was because before the live you were about to get your guts rearranged by Jaehyun, it started out with a heavy make out session, heading towards the bed when his alarm went off signaling him to start the live. So now you’re just sitting there across the room arms crossed ready for the live to end. “How could he look so good?” You thought. You realized that you couldn’t take it anymore. You walked towards him, and crouched down, his eyes focused on you. You unbutton and unzipped his pants and pulled his length out rubbing it up and down to get it hard. He tries to diffuse the situation by hinting at a few words throughout his story. “So yeah, a guy was shoplifting, and when the officer saw him, he yelled STOP! And the guy took off running.” You could tell that stop was directed towards you by his tone, but you continued anyway. You put your mouth to his tip earning a reaction from him, and throwing out random stories to show his emotions. “Uhh, mmm, but y-yeah the guy w-was running, and he chased him, and Johnny and I were w-watching it all, and we were like fuck! It was so good!” You took all of him in your mouth, and that caused Jaehyun to look down at you, mouth agape, and all you could do was look up at how good he looked. “But yeah, I also got a shirt, that says “That Feels Nice!” after the shoplifting incident, i-it w-was o-on s-sale.” He started to twitch in your mouth, and he came, playing off his moans like he was searching for something. “Uhh, mmm, I-I am l-looking for this other s-shirt fuck, mmm.” Once you finished, you retracted your mouth from his length “Ah, I found it.” You went back to your spot watching him continue with the live waiting until he finished. Acting like nothing happened.

Jungwoo: Right before the live, Jungwoo was a little needy. You promised Jungwoo a blowjob, but because of the live it couldn’t be fulfilled. He was upset because he had to wait to satisfy his needs, so instead of canceling the live, or waiting to get his dick sucked, he used his fingers to signal you towards him, confused you walked over curious as to what he wanted you to do, he used his fingers to point down under the table towards his dick, and then you finally understood. Smirking, you got down on your knees, and crawled up to his lap, palming him through his pants, hardening him up, you unbuttoned them, and removed his underwear for his member to spring out. He talks to his fans like nothing’s wrong. “Yeah, I wanna meet all of you guys too.” You take his member into your mouth, but he plays it off really well. “Oh god! Guys it’s supposed to rain today, mmm.” You bobbed your head up and down picking up the pace trying to get more reactions out of him, when it doesn’t work, you tease him by removing your mouth trying to leave, but that does not work when he grabs the back of your head, and pushes you back down on his length causing you to gag a little. “I know I heard something too, it’s probably nothing.” He says distracting the fans from your gagging sounds. You continue to move your mouth against him, and he’s super close, you can see his leg shake while you continue to work your mouth on him. You move your mouth up to the tip and swirl your tongue across it sending him over the edge. “Damn, it’s starting to rain fuck!” Jungwoo says eyes rolling to the back of his head like he’s annoyed when he’s actually just getting good head. You got him through his orgasm as he came in your mouth, and finally finished. You removed yourself from the table, and going back to the room to get your phone, texting him “Your promise has been fufilled baby ❤️”

Mark: He was so confused, he didn’t know what to do let alone be on live while all of this happened. He didn’t know you were this needy to the point of sucking him off on live. He doesn’t even know how to act while his cock is halfway down your throat. “Oh fuck!” You look up at him, and expect an excuse to give to the fans. “Y-yeah g-guys I just caught a really bad cramp, shit.” He looks down at you while you look up at him with pleading eyes. “Ahh,” Mark whimpers. “It’s fine guys it just hurts Ahh, mmm, r-really b-bad.” You pick up the pace, and because of this, fans began to notice a change in his voice, “There’s nothing wrong with my voice guys, mmm, it’s all- it’s all g-good, ah!” Mark began to twitch in your mouth, and you knew he was going to cum, you took him out of your mouth, and just massaged his length with your hand until he came all over it, “Oh god! The cramp is back fuck! Ah, it-it hurts so much much ugh, I hate it, shit!” After he is done releasing over your hand you see how hard he is breathing. Everyone is asking Mark if he is okay. “Yeah guys the cramp is gone now I had to relax the muscle in the foot. Speaking of which, I’m gonna get off of live to try and find something to help with cramps, I’ll see you all soon!” He ends the live. “Way to be subtle baby.” You point out. “My dick was in your mouth, why would I be subtle about that. I hope no one didn’t think too much of it.” He responds. Later that night, you check out your phone. To find “Mark’s live” trending on Twitter, your eyes widen at the sight, and of course none other than a screen recording of the live with the caption “He was really enthusiastic about getting a cramp huh? 👀👀” After you read that, like clockwork Mark yells out your name to talk to you.

Haechan: “Yeah guys, I like a lot of their music.” Haechan tells people on live. You could hear everything he said due to the sudden predicament you were in. You were under the covers of his bed sucking him off while he goes live at the moment, his fans not even realizing it. This was all his idea, he wanted to see how well you could suck him off without it being too obvious. To him, you were doing really well, taking all of him, and making sure he felt every part of your mouth and throat making sure he didn’t make it too obvious, but that went out the door when you took him in your mouth a little deeper down to the base of his member. “U-um yeah, I like that song especially by t-them, they make incredible music, but that song to me is the best.” He continues to answer some of his fans’ questions as he tries to keep quiet from all of the obvious stuff happening, he tries to distract himself by doing whatever to not make a sound, but that didn’t last long, when he finally released in your mouth chasing his high that he yearned for the entire live. “I’m cumming!” Haechan yelled out. When he realized what he said, he comes up with a story. “Oh that was Mark, we’re about to go play basketball soon, so I have to end this live guys, but stay safe.” Once the live ended, you came back up from the covers, and toyed with your boyfriend a little. “Ahh, I’m cumming!” You mock him. “Yah, I’d like to see you do a live while I eat you out one day!” Haechan starts to smirk and thinks to himself that it doesn’t sound like a bad idea actually.