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hisbucky · 2 months ago
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*in an abandoned warehouse* Tommy: Hello? Is this the right place? Eddie, walks out from the shadows: It sure is. Welcome, Tommy. Please, take a seat. Tommy, stares: Right. Of course, totally nothing weird about that entrance. Eddie: In time you will learn to do the same. Bobby, appearing with a whiteboard: Boys, that's enough chit chatting. We need to start the meeting before Buck notices we're gone. Maddie, carrying supplies: Last month was relatively calm, so we're expecting a shitstorm to happen around sometime this week. Athena, poofing into existence: According to our data, the next shenanigan with the most likelihood of Buck finding himself embroiled in is going to be an accidental kidnapping. Bobby, grunts: Shouldn't be too bad. We've already got that protocol down pat. Tommy: ...Where can I help? Eddie, proudly: I always knew you were going to fit right in. The Evan Buckley Protection Squad is a good fit for you.
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lymtw · 5 months ago
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Toji can never shut up about you when his friends get him drunk. It's the one topic that never fails to be discussed when his friends manage to drag him away from your warm security for a night. Once the amount of alcohol he drank starts to hit and his overly chatty side is lured out, he spends the entire time talking about you, and the others just kind of listen to his ramblings and remain utterly shocked by how smitten he is. He talks so much about you, like he's trying to make up for the time he isn't spending with you.
It's always, "Shh... listen, shut the fuck up. Listen, listen, she smells so fucking good. Like she's fresh out the shower all the time" and "God... she purrs like a little kitten when I take her to bed" and "She's out of my league, but i'm not gonna fuck up the chance she gave me".
If it weren't for Shiu taking his phone, he would constantly be trying to reach you. Sometimes you're the one who calls when it gets late, just to see how things are going, and Shiu's always the one who picks up before he hands you over to Toji.
"Hey, Shiu! How is everything?"
"It's going pretty well, aside from Toji being a drunk mess." He scouts the area in search of your boyfriend and spots him next to another friend. Toji's all starry-eyed as he talks the poor man's ear off about you. "Wanna talk to him? He's been talking about you nonstop and it's starting to make the other guys jealous."
You giggle. "Sure. Let me talk to my idiot."
You can hear the commotion as well as the faint sound of Shiu alerting Toji of you being on the other end of the line.
"Heyyy, baby. You miss me? You need me?" You can hear the smile on his face. He's pacing back and forth as he waits for your voice to come back on the line.
The sound of Toji's voice makes your heart beat a little faster. It sounds like he made good use of his night out.
"You know I do, baby. Be safe, alright? Have Shiu send you home in a cab when you're ready to go and text me when you get home."
"I love you, ma. I fucking love you. I don't wanna be here anymore." He sighs, heavily. "Can I just go home, already? I've been trapped here for like five days now."
"I love you, Toji, and it hasn't been five days. More like five hours, but yeah, you can head home if you're done. Put Shiu back on the phone."
"No." He simply says, as he continues to pace around the crowded bar. "I miss you so much. I don't wanna see anyone else, anymore."
"Okay, baby. Tell Shiu you're ready to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"I love you," he says once more before putting the phone down, leaving you to do the hanging up.
"Shiu, i'm leaving. I'm ready to go, man. She said okay and I... Well, I wanna go see her."
"You're not going over there like this," Shiu responds. "She's not gonna be able to handle you alone, right now. I'll call you a cab and you're going straight home."
He was so wrong about that last part. Toji got in the cab, and Shiu told the driver his address. He wouldn't ever find out about how Toji ended up redirecting the cab to your place.
"Psst, hey. I'll give you another ten bucks if you turn around and go to this address."
Without hesitation, the man accepted the money and dropped Toji off at your apartment. He slowly made his way to your front door, ringing the doorbell and knocking right after to make sure you hear him.
You put down the dish rag you were using to dry dishes and headed to the door. You looked through the peephole and as soon as you see Toji standing on your doorstep, you gasp. Your brows furrow in confusion as you continue to stare at him for couple more seconds, just to make sure it's actually him and not some random, sketchy man.
"Babyyy... Open. Your boyfriend is here." He knocks again, his fist like a mallet on your door.
"Toji, shh. Stop," you say, voice low. You quickly pull him into your apartment, dismissing his laugh as you shut and lock the door when you both make it in.
"Oh, baby." He smiles as you approach him again. "Baby, baby." He pulls you into an overly tight embrace and sways you side to side, effortlessly. You smell a mixture of alcohol and cologne on his shirt. "My pretty girl. Fuck, I missed you and your body." He buries his face into the crook of your neck and allows his hands to settle on your lower back. You hear him take a whiff of your scent before carrying on with his rambling. "I didn't even wanna be there..." he mumbles. "...but they stole me away and I-" He hums in confusion when he realizes you aren't reciprocating the hug and pulls your arms around him before putting his hands on your lower back again. "I'm just gonna say no next time. Those drinks were disgusting."
Normally, you reciprocating his affection wouldn't be an issue, but you're still stuck on how he's there, standing a couple feet from your kitchen and not at his place. You can hear his quiet, labored breaths beside your ear. His looming frame and the tightness of his arms around you bring a lot more reality to the situation.
"Let's get you ready for bed, okay?" You say to the giant who threatens to tip you over. You gently tug at his arms for him to release you and create some distance.
You take his hand and guide him to the bathroom first, where both of you do your nightly routines of brushing your teeth and washing your faces. He made a mess with the water when it came to washing the cleanser off his face, but you paid no mind to it as you grabbed a towel and dried it up.
You walked out of the bathroom and Toji was hot on your trail, toothbrush still in his mouth as he followed you into the kitchen. "I'm just grabbing some water. It'll just take a quick second." You smile as he continues to sluggishly brush his teeth. He pauses to respond.
"Why do you wanna leave me so bad? You didn't tell me you were leaving the bathroom. You were just gonna go and leave me alone in there?" he says, slightly muffled by the toothpaste that fills his mouth.
You laugh when some of the foam falls to the floor.
"Okay, okay. Let's go back to the bathroom together, then."
"You can't leave me on the couch," he says, out of nowhere, more suds falling onto the floor. You push him a little so that by the time he reaches the bathroom, at least some toothpaste remains in his mouth.
He dips his head and spits out the foam into the sink, rinsing his mouth after. You have to go back and tidy things up, like the cloud he didn't make sure was washed away before stepping away from the sink, and the bubbly spume that spilled out of his mouth in the kitchen and the hallway.
He's following you again, like a lost puppy because you didn't comment on what he said about not wanting to stay on the couch. He's quiet because you're quiet. You're not saying anything because you're focused on wiping up the cleaning spray and toothpaste mixture on the floor with a paper towel, and he's leaning against the wall, silently watching, feeling like you're mad at him.
You stand up straight and make your way to the trashcan before washing your hands. "Let's go, Toji," you say. He's looking at you like a scolded dog, reaching his hand out for you to hold. In his mind, if you take it, you can't be too mad at him. His chest feels so much lighter when your soft palm meets his. The heaviness is replaced with a racing heart as you take him to the room with you. You're not leading him to the couch like he thought you were going to.
"You're letting me sleep next to you?" He asks, watching as you put up a couple more pillows for him to use.
"Since when do you sleep on the couch? You know I need you here with me whenever you sleep over." You turn around and pinch his cheek, stepping behind him to creak the door shut.
"Yeah? You like when I stay in your bed?" His voice goes low with the question. His hands go to your waist and he's walking you backwards towards your bed. "Well I like staying in your bed too, mama." He lays you down, your head cradled by his hand before he slides it out of the way for your pillow to take its place. He grins as he takes up all the space between your legs, his hands taking their position on your waist again. He takes your lips in his, the minty flavor of his mouth seeping into your taste buds. It's a short lived moment, because the second his hands try to tug your shorts down, you put a stop to everything, your own hands pulling your shorts back up.
"Mm..." you hum, releasing his lips with a quiet smack. "N-No, Toji. Not like this."
"No?" He repeats, a small crease of confusion between his brows as he pulls his hands away from your hips. "Okay," he complies, quickly diverting the situation by resting his whole body down on you. His chin rests on your chest and he just looks up at you with the most loving expression. You have to try not to laugh when you notice he isn't blinking.
You gently scratch the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. "What?" You ask, a soft smile following the question.
"I don't know," he says, sighing with that same adoring gaze still fixated on you. "I can't explain the way I see you." Not having the sufficiently accurate words to describe how you are depicted in his eyes is a strange, void-like feeling for someone who could talk about you for days on end.
You just hum at the declaration. His mind isn't exactly operating at one hundred percent, so you won't judge him for his inability to think of ways to describe you.
He lowers his gaze and buries his face in your warm chest. You can feel him kissing you through the thin material of your tank top. "Love you," he mumbles. "You mad at me?" He asks, not pausing his kisses as he waits for your answer.
"No, baby. There's nothing to be mad about." You smooth down his hair when you're done playing with it and rest your hands on his shoulders.
"Just wanted to see you." His warm breath filters through your shirt. "Shiu told me no, but I didn't care. I just had to see you, and now... i'm here." He inhales and lets out the breath slowly. "And I don't wanna go home." As if he's scared he'll be denied of you again, his arms go under your back, and he effectively molds his body into yours.
"You could've let me know over the phone rather than giving me a heart attack. You know you're always welcome here, my love." You rub soothing circles into his back with one hand, and the other goes to the back of his head again.
"Surprise," he says, lacking so much enthusiasm that it even makes him chuckle. He pushes his face further into your chest and lets out a sigh that reveals his tiredness. "Mm... you're gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that."
You laugh, slowing your movements until your hands are just flat in their positions.
"No, ma," he groans, frustrated by the lack of your soothing touch on him. "Do it again, please. Feels good." He turns his head so that the side of his face rests on your chest.
It's impossible to deny him, especially when he asked so nicely. You like being able to help him relax this way. Never mind the lack of feeling in your legs from his weight and the minimal movement you've been allowed. You just can't seem to find it in yourself to whine about your position when the sound of him rhythmically breathing through his nose takes over the silence of the room. You tilt your head slightly to get a look at his face and as you suspected, he's out. His eyes are shut and he's motionless, save for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders and back as he breathes.
A kiss to the top of his head was your show of making peace with having him as your weighted blanket and human teddy bear for the night.
Shiu said you wouldn't be able to handle a drunk Toji all alone, yet there you have him, piled on and drooling on you like he's getting the best sleep.
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marilynslove · 4 months ago
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you and jj cockwarming for the first time <3
"mmf, and we just .. don't move?" he mumbled, an underlying tone of desperation laced in his words as you straddled him; the feeling of your walls enveloping him making him chew on the inside of his cheek. you nod slowly, head resting in the crook of his neck as you let out a quiet, shaky breath. he almost lets out a whine at your response, the feeling of your walls tight around him making him clench his fists - his arms slithering around your waist. "m'gonna be honest princess, i don't know how long i can last ju-" he quickly shuts himself up as feels you clench around him, his head leaning against the headboard as he let out a strangled moan. without a second thought his hips buck up into you, the combining of your moans filling the quiet of the room.
he placed his hand on your hips, his grip tight as he pulled you closer - trying to get deeper inside your cunt as he slowly started rutting into you.
"baby-"
"shh, princess. just-, just lemme have this?"
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pathologicalreid · 5 months ago
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not that kind of movie | S.R.
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movie night takes an interesting turn - for the better, definitely
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: the movie in question is metropolis, fingering, soft dom!spencer, i really don't know that there's anything else, kissing, they probably fucked after this, very slightly proofread, if this is incoherent let's just pretend it is. word count: 1.45k a/n: just a fun little fic i typed out tonight. also chip taylor gif spotted. i'm so tired i have nothing else to say for myself.
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If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you were struggling to keep your eyes open during the movie.
As a result of a very intense rock, paper, scissors game, Spencer had been the one to choose the movie that you watched tonight. The movie he had chosen just so happened to be in a foreign language – German – that your boyfriend was attempting to learn. Your lack of German comprehension combined with the black-and-white film put you in a rough spot, you were in serious danger of falling asleep on the couch.
Spencer wouldn’t hold it against you if you did happen to drift off, but it felt rude. He never fell asleep during any of your film selections, and just because you didn’t understand the content didn’t mean you couldn’t respect the cinematography of the old-timey dystopian. “Are you falling asleep?” He whispered, adjusting the blanket that had been tossed over the two of you so that you were fully covered.
Shaking your head stubbornly, “No, ‘m watching the movie,” you insisted, prying your eyes open to focus on the screen in front of you and trying to figure out who was Freder and who was Joh.
“Good, keep watching,” Spencer said softly before pulling at your legs, leaving them draped across his lap as his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your pajama shorts. He looked over at you and in the dark of the living room, you were grateful he couldn’t see the flush of your cheeks. “Watch the movie,” he murmured, moving to trail his fingers up your thigh.
Your breathing hitched as his hand stopped, and as he started to massage the inner part of your thigh, you let your head fall to the side. “You’re distracting me,” you protested, smiling despite yourself while his fingers moved closer and closer to your core.
He hummed in response, “I thought this could help you stay awake,” he offered knowingly.
“Can’t hurt to try,” you concurred happily, extremely content with the turn of events that your movie night had taken – even if Metropolis wasn’t that kind of movie. You sighed as Spencer’s fingers deftly nudged your shorts to the side, using his hand to rub you over the flimsy fabric of your underwear.
In your periphery, you watched Spencer turn his attention back to the movie, his lips moving as his brain translated the words as they came from the speakers.
Taking a deep breath, you looked back at the television, your brain was fuzzier than ever, but at least now you were enjoying yourself, “Spence,” you whimpered, wanting more of him.
To your chagrin, his movements slowed, “Shh, watch the movie,” he told you, “You have to pay attention, or I’ll stop.”
You groaned before turning your head, watching the fuzzy black and white screen as robots started to take over and you realized you had no idea what the plot of this film was, “Please don’t stop,” you breathed, gasping when his fingers pushed your panties off to the side. You considered offering to take your shorts and underwear off, but you were too afraid of him stopping to even bring it up.
The volume of the movie was barely loud enough to cover up the soft, breathy noises that came from you as Spencer trailed his index finger up your slit before settling his hand on you, the elastic of your panties keeping his hand close as he pressed his thumb to your clit. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he started to move his thumb in slow, tantalizing circles, a small chuckle coming from him as your hips bucked up involuntarily, “Poor baby,” he said, causing you to roll your eyes.
“Feels good,” you mumbled, trying to keep from closing your eyes and just focusing on the pleasure you were receiving. “More,” you beckoned, taking a chance and flickering your eyes over to where he was sitting. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was simply enraptured with the film instead of having some sort of anti-staring contest while playing with you on the couch.
Not making any move to change what he was doing, Spencer seemingly ignored you, “You’ll get there, angel. I’ll let you come in a bit.”
With the promise of an orgasm in your near future, you decided you could toughen out the remainder of the film. This would be true if he would do anything but drag his thumb in annoyingly slow circles around your clit.
Resigning yourself to another thirty minutes of torture, you focused back on the screen, where you had definitely missed an important plot point. You had no idea when they ended up underground, “Ah!” You said, clamping your hand over your mouth as Spencer had decided to slip his index finger inside of your cunt, “Fuck, Spence,” you said, voice muffled by your own palm.
“Uncover your mouth,” Spencer told you, too far away to move your hand on his own, “I like to listen to you.”
His words sent your stomach into a flurry of somersaults, only spurred on by the calculated movements of his finger as it slipped deeper into you, knuckle by knuckle, until your warm walls wholly enclosed his finger. “Jesus,” you breathed, moaning as his hand moved, slipping his digit in and out of you with ease.
A strained breath from your boyfriend told you that he was having a hard time holding himself back, but at some point, he had dedicated himself to dragging this out. “You’re doing so well, just keep watching,” he appeased, “the movie’s almost over.”
You weren’t entirely sure you believed him until he sunk his finger back into you, using his fingertip to swirl around your inner walls, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Mm,” you whined, “that’s nice.”
“Yeah?” He asked knowingly, “You like letting me touch you on the couch? All splayed out and pretty for me?”
Not that you’d ever admit this to him, but you sometimes thought he could make you come just from his words alone. Of course, that information would not be used to your benefit, “Yes,” you answered, ignoring the way your cheeks flushed, “Yeah, baby.”
Spencer hummed and your breath caught in your throat as a second finger slipped inside of you, joining the other one in its crusade to bring you to an orgasm, “That was a good answer.” His words did nothing to slow your racing heart, any thought of the movie was a distant memory as all it did was provide a slight glow around the living room.
Afraid of finishing before the conclusion, you reached down and grabbed Spencer’s wrist as his fingers continued their taunting rhythm, but it felt so good, and he was taking such good care of you, that you couldn’t stop his ministrations.  
“Are you alright?” Spencer asked making note of the way your hand gripped his wrist, continuing his movements when you assured him you were okay, “Oh,” he murmured, voice dripping in mock pity, “Do you wanna come?”
You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, writhing on the couch as you mumbled an affirmation and gasping when his thumb returned to its home on your clit, resuming the slow circles from before and slowly driving you toward insanity as your orgasm built in your lower belly, “Spence, ‘m gonna…” your voice trailed off as he continued to touch you, the volume of the film rising with your moans.
Not allowing his movements to falter, Spencer focused more of his energy on you, “You can come, baby. It’s alright,” he said, watching you fall apart on his fingers as he rambled on, “There you go, honey.” His fingers slowed to a stop as you caught your breath, just for it to hitch again as his fingers withdrew from your wet heat.
As the world came back into tune, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position and looked at the now black screen. Humming, you shifted over to Spencer, settling yourself in his lap, one knee on each side of him, you tilted your head to the side and smiled at him.
“Did you like the movie?” He whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before moving back.
You nodded, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth, trailing a line of kisses along his jaw line, “One of my favorites,” you murmured against the soft skin of his neck.
Spencer laughed softly at your answer, “Yeah? What was your favorite part?”
Grinning in the dark, you moved your lips up to his ear, “The end.”
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caraphernellie · 7 months ago
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can you write something about reader and ellie being in a new relationship! they’ve only had sex a few times and in this particular instance, ellie finds out reader has a praise kink. soft dom!ellie pls<3333
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"shh shh shh."
soft coos echo in the room, ellie trailing tender kisses up your stomach. the love is so fresh that the two of you can't help but be a little shy still, though, you more than ellie. the girl was glad to get her hands on you the very first time you'd let her. 
weeks later and she's just as enthusiastic, though reminding herself to steer things slower and gentler. you're still learning so much about each other, like what sets or ruins a mood, what's strange but stimulating, and especially for ellie – she's paying close attention to learning just how much you can take.
slicked fingers prod at your lips and without a second thought you part them. the fingers flatten on your tongue, and ellie's lips curl upwards when you accept it with a pleased hum.
"you can taste yourself, can't you?" she whispers, nipping at the skin of your jawline. the room's almost dead silent, aside from honeyed words and the lewd sounds of you sucking her fingers. "doesn't it taste good, babe? uh-huh… i know."
eager with her hands, ellie's had no issue with the physical aspect of sex. but this is the first time she's been so verbal in the moment, and she's already picking up on the difference it's making. what an effect it's having. and all it does is go straight to her head. a steep boost to that ego of hers, which to be fair, could use one.
ellie slides her fingers out of your lips and chuckles to herself, smearing spit over them, thinking about how pliable and docile you are three orgasms deep into her bed.
"just gotta have a taste," she murmurs, so close to your ear that you can feel her breath fan against you. it's so warm, as is the rest of the room, the scent of sex ruminating in the air. she dips down, resting back between your legs.
she's so focused until your hand paws at her head, taking grip of her hair, and you mumble the tiniest, "too sensitive, don't think it's a good idea, so–"
"oh, no baby, you can take it," ellie encourages, a less cocky and more reassuring smile left on her face now. "you're so good at taking what i give you, i think you can handle this. just one more for me, yeah?"
holy shit. the reassurance has such an effect– you feel it hard as you attempt to let go and let ellie continue. she pays no mind at first, hands languidly pushing apart your thighs, handfuls squishing at your skin. and yet your mind is still lost over her words. she's been borderline worshipping you all night and yet you're beginning to realise that what is setting tonight apart from all the others is her being so verbose. the praising of your body and your submission – the voice in which she says it and you can tell she means it.
first, she tucks that one temperamental strand of hair back behind her ear, and then she licks a tentative stripe down your soaked pussy. 
before your shaking hand takes leisure in ellie's hair – which she knows would end in fruitless tugging – she catches your hand in hers. "that's it, pretty girl. mmh, i know it's so intense, but you're gonna lay here and take it all, ain't that right?"
you nod so fervently, squeezing ellie's hand. she's definitely been beginning to notice this sudden affinity for her praises. it's amusing, yet at the same time, so rousing. 
a soft kiss against your clit has you bucking your hips closer, yet your hips want to wriggle away. you can't tell what you even want. but that's okay, isn't it? ellie's already decided for you.
thumbing at your clit now, ellie gives you a wide grin, watching you struggle and writhe. "oh, is that too much?" she watches you shake your head, admiring the look of sweet determination on your face. "no? good girl."
she all but dives into your cunt, lapping and sucking your cum like she's starving. she won't stop until you've covered her face in it. she's making careful, very intentional use of words now– rasping them against your hot skin so that you truly, physically feel her praise. feeling your hand squeeze hers so tight eggs her on, her eyes boring into your own. ellie watches you try at anything to ease the overstimulation, your free hand grasping and squeezing your tit. she listens to your mewls and moans over the sounds of her slurping your pussy.
"that's it, baby," ellie coos, "i know, i know. you're being so fuckin' good for me."
"ellie," you sigh, she can see it clearly, how fast your breathing picks up and how your legs threaten closure around her head. "ellie, oh, oh my god."
"you taste too sweet, baby," ellie muses, watching it all go right to your head. the way your eyelids droop, you're close. 
this has been her greatest bedroom discovery yet. with you teetering on the edge of orgasm, she makes her next words count, her voice reverberating against you. "be a good girl now, cum for me."
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gilbertscurls · 16 days ago
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Hiiiii, could you please write a smut about either Chris or Matt over stimulating the reader and then the reader has to use their safe word and then either Chris or Matt gives the reader lots of aftercare?????
hope you like it <3
Good for You ➵ Chris Sturniolo
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warnings: short smut, overstimulation, oral sex (f!receiving), safe word (i made it pepsi bc i had no ideas lmao), crying
It was late, and the quiet of Chris’s room was interrupted only by the sound of soft breaths and murmured words. You lay on the bed, your head thrown back as Chris settled in between your thighs, seemingly insatiable. One orgasm, two, three…
Chris was attentive, his touches always searching for your comfort. But as the night went on, he kept pushing just a little more each time, his gaze locked on yours, watching the way you responded. There was a hunger in his eyes, tempered only by the care in his touch, each gentle whisper of reassurance keeping you grounded.
"Oh god, Chris…" you gasped out, your body trembling beneath him as yet another climax washed over you. You felt so sensitive now, every nerve ending alight with pleasure that bordered on pain. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging in as you tried to anchor yourself against the overwhelming sensations.
But even through the haze of ecstasy, you could sense Chris's intensity, the way his focus never wavered from your face. It made you feel seen, truly understood in a way you rarely experienced. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as a wave of emotion crashed over you.
"Please," you whispered, not quite sure what you were asking for. More of the same intense pleasure? A moment's respite from the relentless tide of feelings? Or maybe just… connection. "I don't know how much more…"
"Shh, it's okay, I've got you." Chris breathed softly, pressing a tender kiss to your inner thigh before trailing up towards where you needed him most again. He licked slowly along your slit, savoring your taste and the way you shuddered in response.
Chris's mouth sealed around your clit, sucking gently as he continued to lap at your folds. His fingers probed deeper, curling inside you to stroke that sensitive spot within. The sounds of your pleasure were music to his ears, spurring him on. He knew he should probably slow down, give you a break, but he couldn't help himself. Seeing you like this, lost in bliss, was intoxicating. And he craved more — more of your moans, more of your trembles, more of your trust. So he kept going, determined to push you to new heights, to make you forget everything except the exquisite sensation of him worshipping your body.
"That's it baby, let go," Chris coaxed breathily between long licks. "I want to hear you fall apart for me." He punctuated his words with a firm suck on your clit, making your hips buck involuntarily. "Come on, baby, give me one more." His voice was low and rough with desire, urging you onwards. He slid two fingers deep inside you, pumping steadily as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Cum for me," he commanded, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. "Let yourself go."
But then, as he continued, you felt a shift—a hint of something overwhelming that built up inside of you, like waves crashing harder and harder. At first, you brushed it off, trying to meet his pace, but the intensity grew faster than you’d expected, making it difficult to keep up.
And suddenly, it was too much. A tightness built in your chest, and without realizing, you felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
With a shaky breath, you whispered, “Pepsi.”
Chris immediately froze. The safe word you’d both chosen felt like a lifeline, and his face softened as he pulled back instantly, his gaze full of concern and care. “Hey, hey…” His voice dropped to a low, soothing tone as he met your eyes.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… a little much,” you murmured, feeling a few tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a mix of release and relief.
“Don’t apologize. I’m here,” he said, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. Chris reached out to softly take your hand, grounding you, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your knuckles. “Let’s take a breath together, alright?”
You nodded, matching his slow, deep breaths, feeling yourself steady under his calm presence. He leaned in to press a comforting kiss to your forehead, not moving any closer, giving you space to feel and be. Slowly, the room seemed to settle, and the intensity of the moment faded into the familiar warmth of being with him.
Once you both sat up, he guided you to the bed, pulling the covers around you like a soft cocoon. He grabbed his sweatshirt from the nearby chair, slipping it over your shoulders. “Here, I know you love this one.” His small smile reassured you, his touch never hurried, always gentle.
He settled in beside you, wrapping an arm around you, and you leaned into him, feeling the heat of his chest against your cheek. “Better?” he asked softly, fingers brushing through your hair in slow, comforting strokes.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice a bit rough. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he murmured, his voice a soft anchor. “I’ve got you. You don’t need to be anyone or anything right now. Just relax.” He held you close, every gesture gentle and reassuring. A few stray tears escaped, but he just tucked you closer, his hand a steady presence on your back.
Time seemed to slow as you rested against him, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. You felt his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your shoulder and down your arm, a touch that was comforting and steady. He was humming softly now, a tune you recognized from one of your late-night playlists, and the sound wrapped around you like a blanket.
After a while, Chris leaned back slightly to meet your eyes. “Want some water or anything?” he asked.
You nodded, and he slipped out of bed, only to return a moment later with a glass. “Here, take your time.” He stayed close as you drank, watching you with that familiar, caring gaze, never pressuring, only making sure you felt safe and comfortable.
Once you settled back into bed, he tucked the blankets around you both, making sure you were warm. “How are you feeling now?” he asked, brushing a thumb across your cheek, a quiet smile in his eyes.
“Good,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “Really good.” His presence felt like everything you needed to feel secure again, and you felt a surge of gratitude for how gently he’d held you through it all.
He gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering, “I’m here. Always.”
And with that, he wrapped his arms around you again, settling in beside you, letting the peace and closeness wash over you both. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of his arms around you, holding you close through the night.
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lxnarphase · 1 month ago
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OKAY…here’s a 2AM thought…….jjk men and you in a sundress 😙👓🤏 oohhhh they’d go absolutely FERAL LUNAR !!! RAAAHHHHHH and if they were chubby reader…oh my god…they’re all PERVS actually . um..special mention: choso, nanami..u cant change my mind. They’d absolutely want to fuck/eat you out in it. The way it stops just a liiiittlleee below your ass..mhm..maybe they wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you in it, I fear. maybe you don’t even reach the door before they stop you..
- 🧸 (hope uve been good ! it’s been a while ^^)
✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: hi teddy i have missed you oh-so much my beloved !! i wasn't sure if we are talking like actual sundresses or the bodycon 'sundresses' but i worked with it :3cc don't mind me throwing in satoru i couldn't help it
✮₊‧⁺...content: fem!reader, pussy eating, semi-public sex, pervy men, clothed sex, dirty talk, it gets a bit silly during satoru's piece but he's a freak what do you expect
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✧ k. choso ↴
choso jumped on you the second you came out of the bathroom in the dress, the thin straps showing your shoulders, and your legs were so pretty and shiny from that sparkly lotion you used; what else was he supposed to do? let you walk outside and have other men and women look at you?! absolutely not! so instead, he had you on your back, his hands holding yours as he desperately fucked into you, doing his best to glare down at you as if this whole situation was your fault. "you...you're too beautiful for y-your own good," he groans, the wet slap of his hips against yours filling the room. "too fucking beautiful, just wanna...wanna fuck you like this every time before we go out, make you all soft and warm inside just for me." his eyes are locked on your face, taking in every part of your expression—the embarrassment on your face, the slight parting of your plush lips, the flutter of your eyelashes. it's almost too much for him. you keen his name when a subtle shift has him pressing deeper inside, unable to keep your hips from rolling with his thrusts. "c-choso, d-don't talk like that, it's embarrassing," you whine as you squeeze his hands when you feel his tip brush against something that makes you melt. choso's eyes get sharper as he hones in on that reaction, doing his best to thrust right against that spot again and again and again. "nononono, please? tell me you like it, t-tell me you love hearing how much you turn me on, how perfect y-your cunt feel wrapped around me. please, baby, for me, need to know so badly," he whines back to you, leaning down to nip, lick, and suck on your bottom lip, desperate to hear you repeat those words back to him. so much for making it to brunch on time.
✧ n. kento ↴
you wouldn't expect kento to get so wound up from such a simple dress. nor did you expect him to tug you away to the bathroom in the middle of the luncheon he brought you to. yet, here you are, one hand over your mouth while the other holds up the soft, flowy fabric of your yellow sundress while kento sloppily kissed, sucked, and slurped on your pussy. it shouldn't be so hot, but when he looks up at you, his brows furrowed as he devours you... "fuck, kento, w-what the hell," you whine, hips grinding into his mouth. "shh, hun, don't get too loud," he hushes as if he's not overwhelmed by the taste of you or by the sounds of your soft muffled noises filling the room. he couldn't help himself from getting hot and bothered, not after seeing his gorgeous girl walking around in this stunning dress. was it the dress? or was the fact it was on you? he can't think straight enough to give himself an answer, his tongue delving deeper as he sucks and kisses your soft folds like a man starved. "you're so pretty," he sighs against you, sounding so in love. nanami's merciless as he works you over with his hot mouth, his tongue delving into your slick folds, circling your clit with precision. your hips buck against his face, mouth opening just as you're about to tell him you're getting close, to give you more, that you wanted to cum...and then someone knocks on the door, making him pause. "yoo-hoo, nanaminnn, where'd you go? we're lookin' for you and your girlfriend, it's dessert time!" gojo. of course. "kento, please let me kill him, i'm begging you." "and let you have all the fun? not a chance."
✧ g. satoru ↴
oh, satoru doesn't even let you get out the door when you try to tell him that thing is a sundress. it was too tight, too short to be a sundress! his head whipped between you and the picture of the pretty, flowy dress on his phone. yeah, no, no one else was going to see you in that dress that was hugging your hips so perfectly, or the way he could see how your tummy pressed against the front... so, it shouldn't be a surprise when he all but bunches it up on your waist and smushes his face into your clothed cunt and sniffs. "satoru, you pervert!" you try to scold him, face on fire as your hands tug at his hair to get him away from being so bold. but he just whines, nipping your inner thighs. "don't push me away, let me kiss her!" just the smell of you had him groaning, cock hard in his sweatpants. and you planned to go outside without him in this tiny thing, leaving him all horny and needy?! no way in hell was he letting that happen. soon, your panties are wet and soaked from his messy mouth pressing against them because the impatient man couldn't be bothered to tug them to the side. the lewd, wet sounds of his mouth working against you fill the room, mixing with your embarrassed sighs and gasps. "s-satoru, just take my panties off, t-this, mmh, is gross," you weakly pout before squealing when he sucked right on your clit. he was such an asshole... "she's so cute, such a cute pussy. you were gonna go out in this tiny thing without lettin' me give both my girls kisses? such a meanie," he whines, swirling his tongue around your clit through the fabric, his hands pulling your hips closer to his face. "what if your dress slipped up and people saw this cunt, hm? 'm never lettin' you go outside again, you can wear all your cute outfits and just sit on my face 'til i die." "y-you're so nasty, satoru..."
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nakylvr · 3 months ago
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— AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES!
zhou xinyu (triples) x fem!reader
warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, idol!xinyu, idol!reader, xinyu & reader are roommates, they almost get caught, wlw, lowkey perv!xinyu, dom!xinyu, sub!reader, fingering (r receiving)
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being roommates with xinyu was fun. you two spent most of your off days together whether it meant going out or staying in the room with takeout and watching movies all day. that being said, you did notice some things during your time of being her roommate.
you didn't think much of it in the beginning. the stares that never left you even in a group of people. the touches that lasted a little longer than a normal bandmate or even friend would last. the thing was, you enjoyed it. maybe that's what got you in this current situation, sitting in between xinyu's legs on your bed with your panties pushed to the side as her fingers work their way inside of you. because god were you enjoying it now.
"shh, stay quiet for me. we don't want the others to hear, do we?" xinyu murmurs into your ear as her fingers slowly pump into you.
you shake your head, biting your lip to try and not make any noise but can't help and let out a few whimpers each time her fingers push back into you. "f-fuck," you whine quietly, your hips bucking against her hand as more whimpers leave your mouth.
"i know, feels good doesn't it?" xinyu whispers to you, leaving little kisses along your neck as her other hand roams up your chest under your shirt and gently squeezes your breast in her hand, groaning into your neck at the feeling of you tightening around her fingers. "you're so pretty like this, princess. doing so good for me, fuck i've been waiting for this, to make you cum on my fingers, to touch you like this, to kiss you," she lightly rambles as she continues to leave kisses on your neck.
hearing her words only make you wetter than you already were, and you let out a loud moan when she started fondling your tit in her hand, not being able to keep yourself quiet anymore. "feels so good, s-so good. please don't stop, please," you manage to get out through whimpers and moans that are getting louder as xinyu's fingers start moving faster.
"shh," xinyu moves her hand from your tit to your face, moving your head to look back at her as she kisses you. she curls her fingers inside you and you moan into the kiss to which she quickly slides her tongue in your mouth. your hand grasps the back of her neck to pull her closer to you as you grind into her hand, moaning every time she curls her fingers. you're too caught up in the pleasure you were feeling to hear footsteps from outside the room, and the sound of knocking on the door caused you to freeze.
"hey! we're ordering food for dinner, do you guys want anything specific?" nakyoung's voice is heard on the other side of the door.
xinyu pulls out of the kiss, but her fingers don't stop, leaving you letting out a quiet moan which she immediately covers your mouth with her hand to keep you quiet. "no, we're good!" she says loud enough for nakyoung to hear, smiling at you as she curls her fingers again right against your g-spot. your eyes roll back at the feeling as you moan loudly into her hand, your other hand grabbing her wrist of the hand that was pumping into you as you start grinding your hips with more need and desire.
"okay!" footsteps are heard walking away from the room and xinyu is looking at you with a devilish smile on her face at the desperation in your actions. "please," your voice comes out muffled through her hand, but you both know if she removes it then you'll end up giving yourself away of the whole thing currently happening.
"please what, baby?" xinyu asks in a teasing tone, her fingers slowing down to tease.
"please let me cum," you say past her hand. "please, xinyu, please," you should be embarrassed by asking this, but there's no embarrassment in your body right now. you're desperate for some kind of release.
"hm, i dunno," xinyu pretends to think about it. "will you let me do this more than just this once?" she says, her eyes staring deeply into yours.
you nod your head quickly as you try to get some more friction with the slow pace of her fingers by grinding your hips. "yes! yes, please! i want you. please make me cum!"
"fuck," xinyu breaths out at your words before thrusting her fingers into you at a quick pace. the sight of you desperately grinding your hips into her hand mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy has her going insane as she removes her hand from your mouth. "you gonna cum for me, princess?"
"yes! yes, yes! please!" you reply as soon as her hand is away from your mouth. you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening, threatening to snap as xinyu curls her fingers and hits your special spot again, making your eyes roll back again.
"cum for me," xinyu whispers before kissing you.
you moan into the kiss as she pushes her fingers in one more time and it causes you to snap, your legs shaking as you cum all over her fingers. you're holding onto her wrist with a tight grip that loosens the second you feel the euphoric wave crashing down on you, and your hips slow to a stop. xinyu pulls out of the kiss and slowly removes her fingers from you, putting them up to her mouth and licking them clean which makes you press your legs together at the sight.
"you taste good, too," xinyu murmurs. "you'll let me taste you more next time, right?"
your face heats up at the words but you nod your head. "yes," you answer. the look xinyu gives you after you answer is enough for you to start getting wet again and you know you got yourself into something you couldn't turn back on. not that you wanted to, though.
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Hii, i would like to request a stray kids aftercare types or smth like that 🥲🥲 (srry im really bland i struggle with words 😭😭)
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Fem! Reader|Cry Baby! Couple|Smut Fluff|Body Worship|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Condesending Tone|Dom Drop|Marking and Hickeys|Degrading Praise Kink|Act Of Service|Confessions|L-Bomb|Foodie Moments|Pussy Worship
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Bang Chan
"You feeling alright, pretty?" he asked, holding you tight. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, "Ahm. More than alright," you said, kissing his cheek. Chan chuckled, easing your legs off his shoulder, "I know, baby. I know you're sore," he cooed, rubbing your calves when you hissed. "Don't talk to me like that, Chris," you whined, mind barely off the clouds. Chan smiled, "Okay, okay," he said, massaging your legs. You groaned into the pillow, melting at the firm pressure. Chan hummed, "How about a warm bath, yeah? I'll let you drop in a bath bomb," he said, wiping down your inner thighs. You lifted your head, "Thought you didn't like the glitter ones," you said, looking at him. He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'd do anything to make you feel loved little one," he reassured, kissing your forehead.
Lee Minho
Minho gulped, catching his breath, "Good kitten. Fuck, you did so good for me," he mumbled, nosing your hair. You shuddered, rubbing his back, "Did good?" you whispered, avoiding eye contact. He held your jaw, "Yes kitty. You did amazing," Minho praised, stroking your cheek in his palm. You sighed, nuzzling into it. Minho chuckled, "That's my good kitty. So precious and perfect," he whispered, holding you close to his chest. "You've never been this vocal before," you said, kissing his collarbones. Minho smirked, "Well, I can't go and cut fruits all of a sudden can I?" he teased, knowing he already did. You held his face, licking his lips, "I already saw the bunnies (bunny apples)," you said, kissing him deeply. Minho chuckled into the kiss, easing his tongue against yours.
Seo Changbin
"Deep breaths, bun. Take deep breaths," Changbin coaxed, easing out his girthy cock from your cunt. You shuddered from the sensation, "Bin," you whined, stretching out your arms. Changbin cooed, pulling you onto his lap, "Binnie's got you, hm? My baby bunny," he chuckled, pampering kisses on your face. You squirmed at the kisses, "No," you whined with a smile etched on your lips. Changbin smirked, pressing his kiss against yours, "No? Bunny is denying Binnie?" he gasped, pecking your lips a few more times. You giggled, laying your head comfortably on his chest. Changbin hummed, rocking your aching body, "What do you feel like eating, bun?" he asked, feeling his tummy grumble. You smiled, scrolling through his phone, "Can we order this?" you asked, showing him the dish. Changbin chuckled, "Go ahead," he said, hooking his chin over your head.
Hwang Hyunjin
Hyunjin kissed down your arm, "Shh. Relax, love," he hummed, nosing your skin. You shivered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, "Hyune," you moaned. Hyunjin chuckled, shifting to kiss down your sternum, "Melt into it, lovely. I have you, hm?" he smirked, kissing your chest. You whined, bucking your hips as he blew on your sensitive nipples. "My lovely muse," he sighed, kissing your tummy, paying attention to the pouch where your womb would be. "Hyunjin," you gasped, brushing his hair. Hyunjin nuzzled inner thighs, "Can't believe you took me so well, love. Your pretty pussy was just meant for my cock," he praised, wiping your swollen cunt with careful and precise hands. You sank into the warmth, letting him take care of you fully.
Han Jisung
"Aww, my precious crybaby. Did it feel too good again, sweetheart?" Jisung asked, wiping the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You hiccuped, burying your face into his palms. Jisung chuckled, tucking your body against his, "I know, sweetie. My cock made you feel all vulnerable, hm?" he asked, hearing your soft babbles in return. "Yes, yes. My cock pleased you very well, I know," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You jutted your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and your nose was red from sniffling. Jisung cooed, tucking your hair behind your ears, "Gorgeous. So stunning," he whispered, leaning forward to sync your lips. You melted into the kiss, hands brushing his waist. Jisung pulled away, "Time to bathe, sweetheart. Maybe afterwards we could binge a show or two," he chuckled, lifting you.
Lee Felix
Felix sniffled, emotions running high after an intense session. You held his face, "Lix, are you alright?" you asked, brushing away the tears threatening to drop. Felix shook his head, "You know I didn't mean those words right? You know it was just a scene, right sunbeam?" he asked, lips wobbling with each word. You pulled him close, "Of course, I know that sunshine. You treat me with the utmost respect daily," you reassured, rubbing his back. Tears soaked your bare skin, "I got scared. Scared of unintentionally hurting you, sunbeam. I would never forgive myself for that," Felix whimpered, holding you firm against him. Tears pooled in your eyes, "Don't cry, sunshine. You know if you cry, I'll cry," you sniffled, rocking each other's sensitive bodies until you both relaxed.
Kim Seungmin
Seungmin tossed his head back, chest rising and falling, "Fuck," he sighed, groping your plump ass. You whined, "Min," you said, shifting forward. Seungmin hissed as the chill air grazed his slicked cock, "Come on, pup. Let's wash up," he chuckled, lifting you. "We look like a mess," you grumbled, looking at the blooming bruises and hickeys coating your skin. Seungmin winced, turning around only to see nail marks down his back, "We did quite a number, didn't we?" he smirked, turning on the shower. You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to switch positions midway," you teased, melting under the water. Seungmin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "If I remember correctly, who was the one that kept begging to feel me deeper, hm?" he whispered, nipping your earlobe. You leaned back into him, "Hah, hah. Fine," you whined, lathering his body with soap.
Yang Jeongin
"Angel. My angel. All mine," Jeongin rambled, nuzzling your chest. You gulped, catching your breath, "Yours, all yours," you slurred, patting his head. Jeongin chuckled, rubbing your sides, "Was I too rough at any point?" he asked, tracing circles on your tummy. You shook your head, "Nope. Loved it all," you said, rubbing his ears. Jeongin sighed, pulling you by the waist, "Sit up, angel," he said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped it down, not realising you were that thirsty. He smiled, "Give me a minute," Jeongin said, bringing in cup noodles. "By the time we're done washing up the noodles would be ready," he said, pouring hot water into them. You giggled, taking his hand after he finished preparing, "I love you," you said, kissing his cheek. Jeongin twirled your waist, hips pressed against each other, "I love you more," he said, kissing your lips.
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minminbunny · 3 months ago
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ABO AU - Alpha! Lee Minho/Omega Gender Neutral! Reader
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"Hyung, did you see the new omega next door?" Felix asked, wrapping his arms around Minho's waist. Minho flipped the pancake and plated it up, "I didn't have the time, you know the routine," he said, ruffling his hair. Felix pursed his lips, "Morning time is for breakfast and cats. I know it well," he grumbled, letting go of Minho to grab the syrup. Minho chuckled, "Don't pour too much, I already added sugar to the batter," he said, switching off the stove. Felix chuckled lowly, holding up the syrup bottle when the doorbell rang. Minho furrowed his eye brows, "Routine disruptor," he murmured, going towards the door.
You rang the bell once more when he swung open the door, "Oh! Hi, hey. I made thin mints. It's not the best but I just wanted to hand you some," you said, handing him a gift box. Minho stared at you then the gift box then back at you, "Thank you," he said, slightly bowing as he took. You beamed, "Any time," you said, walking back to your place. Minho closed the door in front of him and stared at the knob, "Lix, they're gorgeous," he whispered, taking a deep inhale of your lingering scent. Felix smirked, "Does hyung have a crush?" he teased, expecting Minho to brush him off. Minho turned around, his face flushed, "I think I do," he said, his voice breathy. Felix felt his jaw drop, "Really?" he exclaimed, looking at him. Minho sighed, burrowing his face against the gift box, "Fuck," he growled, gripping it close.
You knocked on their door the next day, holding a tupperware in your arms. Minho opened the door and stared at you again, "You're back," he said, looking at the tupperware. You handed it out to him, "I made extra lunch, it's nothing too fancy," you said, beaming when he took it. "Wait here," Minho said, leaving the front door open. You did as told and rocked on your heels. Minho cleared his throat, "Here. My brother made some brownies," he smiled, passing them to you. "Thanks, I'll enjoy them," you smiled back, walking home.
Day after day, the both of you exchanged desserts and foods alike. It didn't take long for Minho to invite you inside, "I'm making omurice, today," he said, cracking the eggs. You purred softly at his warmth bergamot like scent, "Looking forward to it," you said, stretching over the counter. Minho chuckled, "You're becoming one with the kitties," he teased, flipping the egg. You patted your lap, letting Dori lay across, "Aren't you glad, Alpha?" you teased, scratching under his ear. Minho scoffed and poked your forehead, "Little Omega's like you shouldn't be provoking me," he said, plating up lunch. You stuck your tongue out, "Make me," you said, thinking he'd play along. Minho clenched his jaw and stared at you with an icy glare, "Let's go then, pup. I'll show put you back in place," he smirked, towering over your body. You nervously giggled and hugged his waist, "I'll behave I promise," you pleaded, looking up at him. Minho chuckled and brushed back your hair, "I'll let it slide for now. But when you decide to act up like this again. Alpha's not going to care even if you're carrying my pup, Omega. Don't heed my warning, hm?" he teased, tugging your hair firmly.
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"Baby, I'm doing this for your own good, hm?" he chuckled, lightly bruising your waist with his grip. You sobbed into the pillow, your legs hooked over his shoulder as he bucked his hips deeper and deeper up your womb. "Alpha, hic, too big!" you cried, clawing his chest. He hissed and kissed your calves, "Shh, shh. Good omega. I know Alpha's cock is fat and heavy bubs but you can take it," he smirked, rolling his hips. Your eyes rolls back as his leaky throbbing cockhead pressed against your swollen bundle of nerves. He cooed, thrusting at a relentless pace, "That's it omega. You're mine. That pup in your fucking womb is mine," he growled, forcing you into a mating press. "Hah, ah! Yours, we're yours," you sniffled, tears running down your cheeks. He felt his the base of his cock swell at your tears, "Don't cry, omega," he whispered, thrusting his growing knot in and out of your fluttering hole. You mewled at the stretch, pleasure burning in your veins. "Fuck. You're perfect. My perfect little mate," he praised, picking up the pace.
You hiccuped, making grabby hands at him, "Hhgh, no more. Hic. No more!" you sniffled, thrashing under his firm grip. He pampered kisses on your face, "Alpha's knows you can take his knot. Your little hole is meant for me. Only me," he hummed, thrusting his hips with one deep buck. You arched your back, whimpering as his heavy load pumped into you. He hissed, kissing down to your swollen belly, "Mate, my mate," he rasped, growling lowly. You stroked his hair, your hole filling up by the second, "So full," you slurred, feeling your pup press against your bladder on one end and his hot searing load fill up the other. He rubbed your urethra, "Scent me, omega. Don't you want to piss on your Alpha," he teased, rubbing figure eights on your hole. You clenched hard around his hard, trying not to give into his possessive primal desires but when the first trickle leaked past your slit, you couldn't hold back. He growled as warm piss squirted against his v-line and torso, "Good omega. So fucking obedient," he hummed, making sure your bladder emptied till the last drop. You sniffled, throwing a small pillow at him, "I hate you," you sulked, embarrassed and aroused. He chuckled, kissing your palm, "Alpha loves you too," he said, his voice husky with affection.
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tarjapearce · 1 year ago
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now im curious... the making of gabriella o'hara. on the night of the wedding or a complete surprise pregnancy?
Ah, our sweet Solecito ❤️
Let's see 🤭 mild nsfw undercut
"Miguel"
"Hm?" His lips kissed up and down your neck, the prong of his canines grazing your tender flesh, earning a shuddering whimper from you.
"It's not a safe day"
He gave a low grunt as his hands grope and squeezed your breast.
He shrugged nonchalantly "There's condoms for a reason"
"Nuh uh."
"Por favor? Si?" (Please? Yeah?)
"No."
"You just love me to beg, don't you?"
"Yes, but, truly! Is not a safe day, mi amor."
"You can't expect me to be still and not want you when you call me like that and you're ovulating"
"How do you even know I'm ovulating?"
"You forget I'm a scientist, cariño." His fingers tweaked with your nipples before pulling at them softly, earning another gasp from you.
"I keep track on you."
"You're just extra horny today"
"Again, you can't expect me to just look when I've got such a treat before me."
"Miguel-" the groan you were about to give died in your throat as he took your chin and pulled it upwards to kiss you deeply. His trapped manhood pressing on the curve of your ass, an indicator of his raging need.
"I swear..." You squealed as he hoisted you in his arms and rushed to the bed. Your clothes were discarded in a haste, just like his.
"Wait-" He didn't let you finish and he was already kissing and exploring your body with his warm hands.
"Mig-" His tongue invaded your mouth, silencing, a tan thumb flickering over your clit in lazy circles. Body jolting as a shiver ran down your spine.
Trying to reason with him when he was in needy mode was not only futile, but your little pleas enticed him to grope and squeeze you tighter. You had to push his face away to breathe. His hands were already kneading the supple of your glutes.
You tried to appeal to his rational side "Miguel, listen-" But were quickly interrupted by his nimble fingers prodding and stimulating your inner folds.
A whimper and another gasp as two fingers were inside slowly. His mouth latched on your left breast, suckling and toying with it.
"W-We need to be careful-"
"Shh. Whatever happens..." His fingers prodded deeper and rougher into you, "Happens."
Your hands clenched at the sheets, hips bucking and squeezing against his fingers.
Not that you didn't want to have kids, the idea seemed a bit too soon, despite two years of dating preceding you both, kids wasn't something you hadn't even thought about not discussed.
The plans of moving in together were the only thing that were certain.
But none of that mattered as his tongue traced down your abdomen. You were so in trouble.
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His hands held you tighter while his hips slapped against yours with such force you'd though he'd split you in two. From the many times you'd get down and dirty, you'd learn that his thrust grew rougher and meaner when he was about to cum.
His mouth was too ocuppied biting and marking your neck, to pay attention as what was going on between your legs.
"Miguel!" You choked a sobbing moan as your insides clenched around him, chest heaving in erratic and shallow pants, senses soaring in bliss, but Miguel stilled.
"W-What?" You spoke in between breaths
He gulped a little and a faltering smile crept up his lips.
"Miguel..." Your eyes widened as he trusted deep before spilling himself inside you. A chill rawn down your spine as the hot and familiar sensation pulsed within you.
Oh no
As he pulled out you could see the condom, broken and etched to his girth. A devious smirk stretched on his face.
"Shit..."
"Not fuckin funny!"
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The two of you looked at the pregnancy test, your hands trembled as the two parallel lines revealed themselves to you.
Miguel's breath hitched and you pouted.
"Told you it wasn't a safe day!" You smacked him softly with a pillow and he cradled you in his arms with a little yet triumphant smile.
"Guess we're stuck together then?"
His voice soft as he took your hand.
"I wasn't leaving you anyways. I'm just... scared."
"Naturally. I am scared too."
"Are you?"
He nodded and rested his hand on your thigh.
"But if you don't want to-"
"Is not that. Just... Im scared."
"You'll be a good mom"
"You think?"
"Yeah. Now kiss me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"You got me pregnant!"
"Might do it again" You smacked him again with the pillow, cheeks flared
"Cállate!"
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possiblyreallyme · 1 month ago
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Kinktober day 12: blowjob with Gaara
warning: soft gaara, ooc? (but not really, because most fics have him being all mean n shit but if he loved you, it's practically canon that he'd be sweet), blowjobs, not proofread.
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Gaara whined loudly— a sound he never thought could be brought from him, squirming in his seat to ease the throbbing ache in his cock.
"Angel," He pleaded, reaching a hand to tangle in your hair and tug lightly at your scalp, hoping the weak hint would be enough to convince you to help him with his pain. He used to hate the idea of being so vulnerable, but he'd grown to enjoy the feeling of the intimacy it brought to be pathetic around you, knowing you wouldn't hate him for showing the heart you had worked tirelessly in trying to soften.
Only when your lips pressed against his tip did he relax, letting his eyes fall shut as a shiver racked up his spine. "Ohhh, good job, honey," He praised, salivating at the way you looked with your lips wrapped around his red tip, fighting against the urge to buck his hips.
He didn't want to hurt you or pull your hair, not at all— He'd lived his whole life as a monster, and now he could be a lover instead. He'd have to be crazy to try and fuck it up now.
He sighed and whined, caressing the top of your head as you took him further, spreading his knees apart so you'd have more room. He almost felt bad when tears pricked your eyes, shushing you as his brows furrowed in concern, wiping your lash line sweetly.
"It's alright, my love, just breath," His voice was always breathy, but it sounded so much softer than that when it was just the two of you, loving and quiet and not even loud enough to break the white noise of Sunakagure. He knew he wasn't thick, but damn it he was long, and it always took some time before you took him all the way.
"Shh, you're alright, honey, just- Argh-!" He hadn't expected it when you buried your nose in his fiery red happy trail, letting a gasp tear from his chest as he cradled your head to hold you still, sputtering in his chair in a flustered huff. "D-Don't do that!"
Sweat beaded at his temple, normally pale cheeks sporting a color that rivaled his hair as you hollowed your cheeks, pulling a moan from his quivering lips as you sucked him softly.
"Fu-uckk, angel, I dunno if I'll last," He whimpers, hoping and praying that he'd last a little longer than he had last time, shuddering when he remembered the way he came the second your teeth touched his base. "I-I wanna last, please, don't make me cum yet."
If anyone heard him say something like that, he'd have them hung.
But right now, he knew no one was around to bother you. He knew no one but you would see him like this, and that thought brought him a peace he didn't know how to describe. Maybe it was a fear of intimacy or humiliation or whatever, but mewling your name as his seed shot down the back of your throat melted him into a puddle, knowing that he could embarrass himself or seem as vulnerable as he wanted, and you'd still love him.
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moonastroellie · 6 months ago
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I need sub Ellie pls??!!?!!
Literally have the perfect idea for this one!
Warning: 18+, smut, agrophilla (kinda?), weed usage, loser ellie, blood mentioned, public sex (in a tent?), TRANSGENDER ELLIE, I hate this but it's fine.
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"dude" Dina says turning to face you as you hold the joint in your hand—you never really smoked weed but you were with Jesse, Dina and Ellie so you decided what the hell? May as well enjoy myself. What you didn't expect is to be fully zoned out, blank mind thinking about nothing.
"hmm?" You finally wake up from your trance and look at Dina dumbfounded. "May I please have the joint?"
"oh, yeah of course sorry!" You handed her the joint before looking at Ellie, you couldn't help but smile at her, the poor girl was barely high and watched you laughing at absolutely nothing, probably a simple question would make you laugh.
Before you know it everyone is high, you watched Jesse successfully cut his hand open on a branch when he tried to climb up a tree (he's fine don't worry!), Dina bandaging up Jesse's hand and giggling with Jesse... But Ellie... Ellie and you cuddling, her back pressed against the log you sat at and you between her legs, eyes closing as her long fingers mess with your hair...
"you're so pretty" Ellie mumbles out, you hum in acknowledgement, looking up at her and she smiles.
"we're going to bed, you two don't stay up too late" Jesse looks at Ellie and then at you, he winks and Ellie flips him off making Dina laugh.
Eventually an hour had passed and you were ready for bed, Ellie helped you up and offered you a glass of water to which you politely declined and mentioned you had your own water bottle.
You couldn't sleep, and you were so fucking horny, you always wondered what Ellie did when she was high—of course, besides playing video games like the little stoner loser she is.
"Els?" You ask quietly and she replies back with a simple hum. "Can I sleep with you?" She agrees and lets you into her bed, your groggy and slightly tired state leaves you feeling weird around Ellie, but it was a good feeling... You always liked Ellie, you were sure she knew that.. Jesse and Dina definitely did but you never told her in case it ruined years of friendship.
"you comfy?" Ellie mumbles as she hugs you from behind, "hmm" you reply softly.
Ellie plays with your hair softly, so gently- as if you were made of glass, you could break at any moment.
You turn over to face her and smile softly, Ellie could see you even though it was pitch black in the tent—softly holding your cheeks, she smiles back at you and pulls a strain of your hair behind your ear and quietly questions you, "y'know how pretty you are?"
"what?" You whisper to her, she smiles "can I kiss you?"
"yes, please"
Ellie holds onto your waist gently, pushing you on top of her- Ellie's groans as she kisses your lips softly, you grind your hips down into her and a whimper leaves her throat.
"can't be- fuck me, loud" you nod to her, holding her jaw softly so you can kiss up her neck, she felt so soft and delicate- her whines so adorable.
You grind your hips gently down, feeling her now impossibly hard dick—she whimpered a little too loudly, you cover her mouth "shh, Els" she chuckles softly, and nods "please fuck me" she begs, you raise an eyebrow at her and agree.
You remove your pants and chuck them to god knows where, Ellie brings her hand to your panties and pulls them aside- the poor girl was practically drooling at the sight of your wet pussy.
"can I?" She asks, you nod and bring her hand to your pulsating clit.
You throw your head back as soon as she touches your clit, she smiles and you buck your hips into her hand.
She moves her fingers into your wet pussy, moving her fingers inside your gummy walls hitting spots you could never get yourself- "Ellie" you choke out, "yeah?" She groans as she arches her fingers to hit your g-spot over and over again.
"need you inside of me" she nods, planting herself up on her arms and pulling off her t-shirt, you were drooling at the sight of her abs- she pulls down her trackpants and boxers down to her thighs, her hard dick against her stomach, you pull your panties to the side and wrap your small fingers around her dick that was literally throbbing against your touch.
You straddle her hips and guide her dick to your wet hole, she groans loudly as you plant yourself on her dick.
The stretch was so addictive, it felt so good and you needed all of her- you felt greedy, but you needed all of her.
Ellie wraps her arms around you to bring you closer to her body, groaning as you rock your hips back forth along her length.
You whimper softly as she brings her mouth to your neck, softly sucking marks on your neck, marking you as her own.
"so fucking pretty" she mumbles against your neck, this makes you clamp down onto her, she groans loudly, and she drops her hands to your waist and grips on tightly, her eyes gently rolling to the back of her head out of pleasure "don't, d-dont fuck" you laugh out a "what?"
"I'll cum" you continue to rock your hips back forth, at this point you couldn't stop moaning—ellies lips crash against yours to shut you up, you start whining into her mouth, she knows what the sound means.
"i know, I know just-" she whimpered out, she's close too, she brings her hand to your clit, you practically fall against her at this feeling- it's becoming too much, you need to cum. You moan way too loudly "babe, you need to- Jesse and Dina" you nod whimpering "Ellie I'm so fucking close"
"I know lemme" she begins to thrust up into your clamping pussy, her fingers speeding up on your clit.
Before you know it, pants and whimpers fill the tent- your walls clenched down onto her as you came hard around her.
Ellie's dick twitches, and she thrusts back up into you one more time before groaning loudly, her toes curl hard and her abs contract as she cums- her eyes rolling to the back of her head, you lay down on Ellie as you regain your breath.
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A/n: I have writer's block, so this is fucking terrible
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ynbabe · 1 year ago
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IVY TRIO X MALE! READER- INCORRECT QUOTES
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Newt: Can I be frank with you guys? Minho: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Thomas: Can I still be Thomas? Y/n: Shh, let Frank speak.
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Newt: Do you love Minho? Thomas: Yeah, I do. Newt: y/n! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! y/n: We all love Minho.You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Thomas: I thought that was implied. y/n: ... Newt: ... Thomas, looking straight at y/n: Congrats newt, you just won 100 bucks.
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Newt, mother TM: *Screams* Y/n, Father TM: * Screams louder to assert dominance* Thomas, new to the glade: Should we do something?! Minho, observing his weekly soap opera: No, I want to see who wins this.
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Newt: Where's Thomas? Y/n: Don't worry, I'll find him. Y/n, shouting: Minho sucks! Thomas, distantly: Minho is the best person ever! Fuck you! Y/n: Found him.
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Newt, giving Thomas a tour of the glade: What do you want then? Thomas, looking at Minho sleeping in Y/n's lap: Er… something runner-related. Newt, trying not to laugh: What department is this? Thomas, blushing: Sorry? Newt: Well, if it's work-related you'd obviously know what department this is. What department is this? Thomas: * looks at Minho and Y/n* Some sort of homosexual department?
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Newt: Y/n, I'm sad. Y/n: *Holds out arms for a hug* It's going to be okay. Thomas: Minho, I'm sad. Minho, nodding: mood.
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Minho: What's it like being tall? Y/n: Is it nice? Thomas: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Newt: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.
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Newt: On the count of three, what's your favourite cake? One, two, three- Newt and Y/n, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Thomas: Our turn, Minho! One, two, three- vanilla! Minho, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.
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Newt:, concerned bf You guys worried about Y/n? Thomas, the child TM: Totally! Minho, mean-ass mfer who's secretly crying: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?" Newt: And what'd you say? Minho: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno." Thomas: Newt: He's lucky to have you as a friend.
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wifeyoozi · 2 months ago
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kinktober week 1.1 - overstimulation
next stop till nirvana - l.jh (overstim, subhoon, obedeince, cumplay)
The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint sweetness of lingering afterglow. The low light cast soft shadows over Jihoon’s form, his body sprawled across the bed, trembling slightly under your touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes hazy with exhaustion and desire. The fluffy pink handcuffs, securely binding his wrists to the headboard, contrasted adorably against the sharp lines of his muscles, his fair skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His loose white tee had ridden up, bunched messily beneath his arms, revealing the toned chest and abs that you had been worshipping for what felt like hours.
"Are you okay, baby?" you whispered softly, dragging your freshly manicured nails lightly across his chest, watching his muscles twitch beneath your touch. His body had been reduced to a trembling, overstimulated mess, but Jihoon still nodded weakly, eyes fluttering shut as he bit back a moan.
"I'm okay," he panted, voice ragged. His cock, slick with his own cum, twitched in response as you reached down to stroke him again, slow and deliberate. His hips jerked forward instinctively, though his body recoiled from the overwhelming sensitivity. "T-too much," he gasped, though he didn’t pull away, staying obedient beneath you like the good boy he always was.
"Shh," you soothed, placing a soft kiss on the reddened skin of his chest before sucking on one of his already sensitive nipples. He let out a choked sob, body convulsing beneath you, and you could feel his cock pulsing weakly in your hand. "I know, baby. I know it's a lot, but you can give me one more, right?" You spoke softly, lips brushing against his nipple with each word, your hand slowing its strokes as his body shook violently.
"I-I don't know," Jihoon whimpered, his voice breaking as tears began to gather in the corners of his eyes. He'd already cum so many times tonight, his body completely wrung out, overstimulated to the point of breaking. His thighs trembled as you pressed your palm flat against his abs, grounding him, reminding him of your control.
"You can do it for me," you encouraged, straddling one of his muscular thighs and grinding your soaked pussy against him, the slickness of your arousal mixing with the cum still leaking from his tip. "Just one more, baby. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?"
Jihoon nodded weakly, eyes half-lidded as he whimpered under your praise. "Y-Yes, I can do it. I'll give you another," he whispered, even as his body convulsed in overstimulation. He had no idea how he was going to cum again, but he’d do anything for you, anything to hear you praise him like that again.
"Good boy," you praised, the words like honey dripping from your lips as you kissed his stomach, your tongue trailing along the dips of his abs, savoring every shudder and twitch of his body. "That's what I like to hear. Hold on for me just a little longer, okay? I want us to cum together."
He let out a soft sob as your hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking him slowly, your thumb teasing the sensitive tip. His chest heaved, and his entire body jerked beneath you. He was so overstimulated, every touch felt like fire on his skin, but he craved it—needed it.
Your own arousal was dripping down your thighs as you moved faster against him, grinding your pussy against his thigh with desperation, each motion sending sparks of pleasure through your core. You were close too, your climax teetering just out of reach as you worked him with practiced strokes, his cock twitching helplessly in your hand.
"Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good," you gasped, your voice breathless as you quickened your pace, chasing your own high. "Hold it, Jihoon. Hold it for me. I want you to cum with me."
He was crying now, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tried desperately to follow your command. His hips bucked weakly beneath you, the overstimulation becoming unbearable, but he held on, clinging to your words, to the promise of release.
"I c-can’t," Jihoon sobbed, his voice cracking with exhaustion. "I can't anymore. I—I literally can't cum again."
"Yes, you can," you whispered soothingly, your lips brushing against his ear as you leaned down, pressing your body against his. "Just a little more, baby. I know you can do it."
Jihoon’s body convulsed beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his climax began to build again, despite the overwhelming sensitivity. He was so close, teetering on the edge of bliss and agony, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure.
"Now," you moaned, your body finally tipping over the edge as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching tightly as you ground down against his thigh. "Cum with me, baby."
Jihoon let out a choked cry, his entire body shaking violently as his cock twitched in your hand, spurting out the last remnants of his cum. It was weak, barely more than a dribble, but it was enough. He collapsed against the bed, his chest heaving as tears of exhaustion and pleasure streaked down his face.
"I can't—I can't anymore," he whimpered, his body trembling uncontrollably as he continued to sob, his voice cracking. "I can't… there's no more left. My balls are empty, baby."
You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss his tear-streaked cheeks, your hand gently brushing his sweat-soaked hair out of his face. "You did so good, baby," you whispered, pressing soft kisses against his lips. "You were such a good boy for me. I’m so proud of you."
Jihoon sniffled, his body still shaking from the overstimulation, but he managed a weak smile as you kissed him, the praise soothing the aching exhaustion in his limbs. "T-thank you," he mumbled, his voice hoarse as he nuzzled into your touch.
"You deserve some rest now," you whispered, unhooking the handcuffs from the headboard and rubbing his sore wrists gently. He winced slightly but didn’t pull away, his eyes already fluttering shut as the exhaustion overtook him.
"Tomorrow morning," you teased, brushing your lips against his ear. "We'll continue this in the morning."
Jihoon groaned softly, his voice barely a whisper. "Please… no more… not tomorrow." Even as he protested, though, he was already looking forward to tomorrow now, and you knew it too.
You giggled, kissing him softly again before pulling a blanket over his naked, trembling form. "Sleep now, baby. We’ll see how you feel in the morning."
With a soft sigh, Jihoon relaxed completely, his body sinking into the bed as sleep overtook him. You watched him for a moment, admiring the way his chest rose and fell steadily, the way his lips parted slightly as he slept. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile as you settled in beside him, your arm wrapping around him comfortingly.
You’d push his limits again tomorrow, but for now, you’d let him rest. He’d earned it.
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heejake-hoon · 5 months ago
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Desperate and needy JakeWon x reader(+18) Warning: a lot of teasing,slight slight bondage (if u squint), dom!reader,oral(m), cum eating(f)
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JUNGWON:
"Please, Y/N," Jungwon whimpers, straining against the silken ties binding his wrists to the headboard. "Please, I need- I need you to-"
"Shh, baby," you soothe, trailing a teasing finger down his chest, his stomach, skimming maddeningly close to where he's aching for you. "I'll touch you when I'm good and ready. You just lie there and look pretty for me, okay?"
Jungwon makes a frustrated noise, hips canting up in search of friction. You smile wickedly, keeping your touch light and fleeting, tracing idle patterns on his overheated skin.
"Y/N," he tries again, voice breaking on a desperate keen. "Please, I can't- I need more, need you, fuck-"
"Oh, I know exactly what you need," you purr, finally wrapping your fingers around his straining cock and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. Jungwon bucks into your touch with a choked moan, head tipping back against the pillows. "Need me to take care of this pretty cock, don't you baby? Need me to make you feel good?"
"Yes," Jungwon sobs, trembling as you start to pump him faster, thumbing over his weeping slit on every upstroke. "Yes, fuck- just like that, please don't stop-"
You hum, leaning down to swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking him into your mouth without warning. Jungwon cries out sharply, back arching off the bed as his cock hits the back of your throat.
"Shit, Y/N, omg, your mouth," he babbles, abs flexing as he fights the urge to fuck up into the tight, wet heat of you. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Love how you- ah, fuck, right there-"
You pull off with a filthy pop, grinning up at him wickedly. "You gonna come for me, Jungwonie?" you ask sweetly, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending orgasm. "Gonna make a mess all over yourself like a good boy?"
Jungwon whines high in his throat, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Please," he begs, hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as he chases his release. "Please, I need it, I'll be so good for you, Y/N. I'll do anything, just let me come, please-"
"Anything, huh?" you muse, stroking him slowly from root to tip. "Well, in that case...  beg for it, baby. Want to hear how desperate you are, how badly you need to come for me. Go on, Jungwon. Be a good boy and beg."
Jungwon doesn't hesitate, too far gone to care about his pride. "Please, Y/N," he whimpers, straining against his bonds, eyes glassy and drool coming out of his mouth "Please let me come, I need it so bad. Been hard for you all day, been thinking about your pretty mouth, your perfect cunt. Fuck, I just- I need you, need to feel you, please-"
"Shh, I've got you," you soothe satisfied, silencing him with your fingers as he starts to suck on them for you. You reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you take him back into your mouth. You bob your head quickly, cheeks hollowing as you suck hard, tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft.
Jungwon keens, a constant stream of garbled pleas and praises falling from his lips coming muffled as you work him over, pulling away the fingers that were on his mouth to tease his nipples instead, making him truly lose it. "Fuck, 'm so close," he slurs, hips stuttering uncontrollably. "Y/N, 'm gonna- fuckkkk, gonna fucking come-"
You double your efforts, taking him as deep as you can and swallowing around him rhythmically. Jungwon sobs brokenly, back bowing as his orgasm crashes over him, spilling hot and hard down your throat.
You swallow it all greedily, milking him through the aftershocks until he's shaking beneath you. Carefully, you release him, giving his softening cock a few gentle licks while keeping eye contact before crawling up his body and licking into his mouth.
Jungwon whimpers into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue as you lick past his teeth possessively. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you pull back, gazing up at you with glassy, awestruck eyes. "That was... perfect."
You grin, reaching up to undo his restraints and rubbing his reddened wrists soothingly. "Mm, I know. But you were such a good boy for me, Jungwonie. Begged so pretty and took everything I gave you..."
He shivers at the praise, leaning into your touch like a flower seeking the sun. "Anything for you," Jungwon murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. "Want to be good for you, always."
JAKE:
You push Jake down onto the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head. He stares up at you with dark, hungry eyes, lips parted on a soft exhale as you grind down against his already hardening length.
"Keep these here," you murmur, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Don't move them, okay? Or I'll stop."
Jake swallows hard, nodding jerkily. "Yes, ma'am," he rasps, fingers flexing against the sheets.
You grin, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "Good boy," you praise, relishing the way his breath hitches at the words. "Just lie back and let me take care of you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so good..."
Slowly, teasingly, you start to kiss your way down his body, tongue tracing over the defined ridges of his abs. Jake trembles beneath you, muscles jumping under his skin as you map out every dip and plane with your tongue.
When you reach his waistband, you pause, glancing up at him through your lashes. Jake is watching you with rapt attention, chest heaving and cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you can see how hard he is trying to contain himself and that made you smile in satisfaction.
Holding his gaze, you slowly undo his fly, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock. It springs up against his stomach, flushed and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight.
"Fuck, look at you," you breathe, wrapping a hand around his thick length and giving it a slow, teasing stroke. "So hard for me already, baby. So desperate for my touch..."
"Y/N," Jake whines, hips bucking up into your fist. "Please, f-fuckkkk pleas-"
"Shh, baby. Patience" you soothe, thumb swiping through the bead of precum at his slit and making him gasp. "Gonna give it to you, Jakey. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, you won't even know your own name by the time I'm done with you"
And with that, you lean down and take him into your mouth, enveloping him in tight, wet heat. Jake makes an erotic and pornographic sound, halfway between a moan and a whimper, hands scrabbling at the sheets as he fights the urge to bury his fingers in your hair and thrust up into your willing throat.
You bob your head slowly, taking him deeper with every pass until your nose is brushing his pelvis, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat. Jake is panting now, abs flexing as he tries to keep still, tries to be good for you.
"Fuckkkk, Y/N, your mouth," he babbles, voice wrecked. "Feels so fucking good, baby. Please Omg-"
You hum around him, the vibrations making his hips stutter. Pulling off, you swirl your tongue around his sensitive crown before dipping into his slit, lapping up the steady stream of precum leaking from his tip.
"Taste so good, Jakey," you murmur, lips brushing his slick flesh with every word. "Love how desperate you get for me, love feeling you throb on my tongue. You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me swallow it all down like a good boy?"
"Yes," Jake sobs, head thrashing against the pillow as you take him back into your mouth and suck hard. "Fuck, Y/N, 'm so close, I can't- shit, gonna come, gonna fucking come down your throat-"
You pick up your pace, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks, working your tongue along his shaft as you bob your head faster. Jake's thighs start to tremble, telltale sign that he's right on the edge, and you reach down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your palm before squeezing.
That's all it takes. With a desperate, broken moan of your name, Jake comes, spilling over your tongue. You swallow it all greedly, milking him through it until he was wrecked under you.
You crawl up his body after releasing him, peppering his sweaty face with soft kisses until you reach his mouth, capturing his lips in a deep, filthy kiss.
Jake groans at the taste of himself on your tongue, hands finally leaving the sheets to grip your hips, pulling you down against where he's already starting to stir again. "Fuck, baby," he pants when you break apart for air. "You're..... incredible. I think you broke me."
You giggle, nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "Mm, well, I did promise to make you forget your own name, didn't I? Guess I succeeded."
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