#the butt plug anon

[wandasaura]

buTT pLUGs

um… may i offer you this; “Wanda’s fingers, still glistening with your arousal, had found a home beneath your skirt and against the base of the plug nestled deep within your ass.”

[secretintoxxx]

got some new toys today. 🫣

[nottsangel]

nah just imagine receiving a custom plug from theo and you wear it around without a care in the world but the others notice and now they too offer you custom plugs so you end up splitting the week so each one gets their own butt plug day

omg i love u. ur really speaking the thoughts im too shy to say. just wanna be their free use fuck doll idc !!!!! need them to make me theirs w cute butt plugs and name carvings in my skin and however else they want im really losing all my dignity here

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

How many Goetia does it take to change a light bulb? Three! One to change it, one to say they could've done it better, and one to stick it up their feathered ass for no apparent reason!

Andrealphus just stared at the grey face for a good, long moment.

"I am not entertaining this nonsense." Though if he had to pick three goetia, Vassago would change it, Andre himself would criticize, and Stolas would do the latter.

[bewitchedbewilderedbisexual]

But wait, was that a ring pop Eddie had? If so, baby boy had it on his thumb! Like Eddie honey, what are you doing?

Eddie “Queer Ass” Diaz is doing his best to show his husband he doesn’t need Walmart when he can have Chanel.

[ethrealprincess]

Girl I’ve been experimenting more with anal recently and fuck me im such a slut for it and it’s all your fault 🙈

-🫦

pls i haven’t even had the CHANCE cause i’m so fucking busy omg im sooooooo jealous </3

[thegnomelord]

WHY THE HELL IS THE SUN SELLING DRUGS????

and what type do they have..

-🐡

I... I don't think they're talking about drugs, re-read that again.

[tiny-pteranodon]

I've never heard of a flateuometer???

Hmmm what college do you go to? It's there in the best hospitals and colleges.

[wandasaura]

wandanat bringing duckling into a sexy shop while she’s in subspace to let her choose a new toy

and she's so flushed and whiny that she doesn't even end up picking anything, it was more just for the humiliation factor, however natasha definitely goes home with a few new toys she can't wait to break in... featuring a soft pink jeweled heart plug that just looks so perfect between ducky's lil asscheeks

[disastergoose]

Okay, 3 dimensional Jan -> raphaniel -> plug graph that has Young->Old on one axis, Stressed->Calm on another, and In Control->No Control on the other.

Jan and Raph are both old and stressed, but Jan is a hbic, and Raph is mcfreakin spiralling. Plug is old and has infinite power but is super chill. Limone is young-middle aged and incredibly stressed with very limited control over his life. Adaine is probably the youngest and most stressed with the least control over her life unless you count baby.

I have become obsessed with trying to find the middle of this graph. Which dimension 20 character is middle-aged, has an average amount of control over themselves and others, and is neither particularly stressed nor particularly calm? I would suggest sandra-lynn but she's more stressed than calm imo. Much to think about.

OKAY BUT I AGREE WITH A LOT OF THIS!! When I have more time I wanna come back to it and try to make the graph!!

[mingi-s-dimples]

Little Kitten - San

KINKTOBER DAY 13, REQ. BY anon

~"This could be combined with the previous idea, or a fic on its own, do whatever you feel like. San gifting the reader cat lingerie (idk what it's called, but essentially cat ears, a collar with a bell, paw mittens and a tail with a butt plug). He puts them on the reader and fucks her. Some kinks I'd like to see: PRAISE, San telling the reader to suck his fingers, teasing, marking, calling the reader princess, maybe reader's hands being restrained by handcuffs/ a tie/ rope or just San using his one of his hands. Just soft San."

pairing: san x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filthish

summary: Your boyfriend got you a super nice birthday gift... which you later try it on and get fucked senselessly.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: dom!san, pleasure dom!san, collar, cat ears, cat mittens, use of toys (buttplug), orgasms (both m & f), fingering, manhandling, unprotected (boo wrap up irl!), completely consensual, for sure forgot something, completely unedited.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for being so behind 😞😞😞 I'm gonna make up for them *I promise*. I love y'all and I kinda liked this fic? Anon I hope you're happy with my fic, I personally liked it ^^

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

It was the evening of your birthday, and the anticipation had been building all day. The thought of spending your special day with San filled you with excitement. You had spent the week planning the perfect night—just the two of you at your place, a cozy dinner, some video games, and then whatever the night would bring. San had always known how to make you feel special, and tonight, you couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for you.

The table was set with your favorite meal, and the living room was softly lit by the warm glow of candles, casting a romantic ambiance over the room. San arrived just as you were putting the final touches on everything, his smile as bright and charming as ever. He held a small gift bag in one hand, his other hand tucked behind his back, hiding something that piqued your curiosity.

“Happy birthday, baby,” San said as he stepped inside, pulling you into a warm embrace. His scent, a mix of his cologne and something distinctly him, wrapped around you, making you feel instantly at ease.

You smiled against his chest, savoring the closeness. “Thank you, San. I’m so glad you’re here.”

He pulled back just enough to look down at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Dinner was filled with laughter and conversation, the two of you falling into the comfortable rhythm you’d established over the course of your relationship. San was always full of energy, his playful nature lighting up every room he walked into, and tonight was no different. He cracked jokes, teased you about how seriously you took your cooking, and made you feel like the most important person in the world.

After dinner, you both moved to the living room, settling in front of the TV for a few rounds of your favorite video games. You and San had a playful rivalry when it came to gaming, and tonight was no exception. You laughed as he fumbled with the controls, and he smirked when he narrowly beat you in the last round.

“Maybe I’m letting you win because it’s my birthday,” you teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

He grinned, his dimpled smile making your heart skip a beat. “Maybe you’re just bad at the game.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. Being with San was effortless. Every moment felt natural, full of affection and joy. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, you found yourself glancing at the gift bag he had brought in earlier, wondering what surprises were hidden inside.

San caught you looking and chuckled softly. “Someone’s a little eager, huh?”

You bit your lip, trying to play it cool, but the curiosity was killing you. “Maybe just a little.”

He reached for the bag, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment. “Okay, since you’ve been patient… Happy birthday, again.”

He handed you the bag, and you carefully opened it, your heart pounding with excitement. Inside, nestled in a small velvet box, was a delicate white gold necklace. The pendant was simple yet elegant, a small, shimmering stone set in the center that caught the light beautifully.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at it, your fingers tracing the cool metal. “San, it’s gorgeous…”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said softly, his voice full of warmth. “Here, let me put it on for you.”

You turned around, pulling your hair to the side as San carefully fastened the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. When he was done, you turned back to face him, your fingers lightly touching the pendant.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

San leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Not as perfect as you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but lean in for a quick kiss, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering moment of affection. But San wasn’t done yet. He had something else planned.

“There’s one more gift,” he said, his voice lower now, a hint of mischief creeping into his tone.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Another one?”

He reached behind the couch, pulling out a second, slightly larger box. This one was wrapped in sleek black paper, a sharp contrast to the elegance of the necklace. He handed it to you, and your hands felt a little shaky as you unwrapped it, not sure what to expect.

As you opened the lid, your eyes widened. Inside was a set of black lingerie, delicate and revealing, along with something else—cat ears, a pair of paw mittens, a collar and a matching tail.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the sight of the playful, slightly daring outfit. You looked up at San, your eyes wide, unsure of what to say.

He was watching you with a knowing smile, his eyes full of affection but also a flicker of something more intense. “Do you like it?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.

You bit your lip, feeling a flush of heat creeping up your neck. The idea of wearing something so bold made your heart race, but the thought of doing it for him, of the way he might look at you, made you just as eager.

“I… I love it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

San’s smile widened, and he reached out, taking the ears from the box and holding them up. “You want to try it on?”

You nodded, unable to find the words, your body already humming with excitement. San stood, moving to stand behind you. He gently placed the cat ears on your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as he adjusted them. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and it made your pulse quicken.

Next came the paw mittens, soft and plush, fitting snugly over your hands as he slid them on. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring every second of dressing you. You couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you, the intimacy of the moment making your heart pound.

Finally, San picked up the lingerie set, the collar and the tail. He looked at you, his eyes dark with anticipation, and nodded toward the bedroom.

“Let me help you with the rest,” he said, his voice full of promise.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but nodded. You felt nervous, excited, and overwhelmed all at once, but there was no denying the anticipation bubbling up inside you. San always knew how to make you feel comfortable, no matter what, and you trusted him completely.

As you walked toward the bedroom, the soft glow of the candles from earlier flickered behind you, casting a warm light over the room. San followed closely, his hand resting gently on your lower back, guiding you forward.

The night was just beginning, and you had a feeling your birthday was about to get a lot more memorable.

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San started undressing you. He took his sweet time, firstly pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bra. Then he took that off too, softly but eagerly replacing it with the black, transparent lace bra that he got you. Your nipples hardened at his touch, visible through the cloth that was now barely covering anything. His hands then trailed on your body to your waist, the man in front of you going on one knee. Both his hands pulled off your panties, slowly but surely, as his lips flew to your inner thighs, leaving sloppy kisses behind. He sucked some light marks as close to your cunt. San then put on the panties he got you, matching with the bra, so.. still extremely revealing.

"Let's see, my love. Come here" he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, gently guiding you to stand between his legs. His eyes gleamed with desire as he pulled you closer, running his hands up your thighs. He grinned slightly as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin, teasing you.

"You're so beautiful," San whispered, his voice low and filled with admiration. He leaned in, pressing soft kisses along your stomach, moving slowly upwards, his lips warm and inviting. He took his time, savoring every inch of you, his touch becoming more deliberate.

One of his hands slid around to your back, pulling you even closer, while the other stayed at your waist, fingers tracing patterns on your skin. His touch was both calming and electrifying, a contrast that had you breathing harder, anticipation growing with every second.

"Do you feel it, love?" he murmured, his lips ghosting over your skin. "This...this is all for you."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and desire. His hands explored your body with a kind of reverence, as though each touch was meant to savor, not rush. His lips continued their slow ascent, brushing just under your breasts before trailing back down to your navel. The heat from his breath left a trail of goosebumps, heightening every sensation.

"Tell me what you want," San's voice was low and gravelly, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine, "it's your birthday, after all. I want to spoil you". His hands, now gripping your hips, pulled you closer until your legs brushed against his. He leaned back slightly, eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your answer. The weight of his gaze made it impossible to ignore how much he was holding back, his restraint barely veiling his own desire.

Your heart raced, his question lingering in the air, thick with promise. He shifted slightly on the bed, his fingers playing with the edge of your panties, teasingly pulling at the fabric but not fully removing them. It was clear he wanted to hear you say it, to claim this moment together.

"Y-you..I want you." you confidently but softly said, climbing onto his lap. He took you in his embrace, both of his hands flying to your ass, squeezing harshly.

A soft chuckle escaped San’s lips as he felt your body press against his. His grip on you tightened, his hands kneading your flesh with a mixture of urgency and care. His lips found your neck, planting slow, deliberate kisses that sent sparks through your body. He pulled you even closer, your core pressing against the growing hardness beneath him.

"That's all I needed to hear," he murmured against your skin before biting down softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. His hands slid up your back, pulling you flush against him as he let his tongue flick over the spot he just bit.

San’s mouth continued its descent, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. His hands moved back down, thumbs tracing along your waist as his lips found your collarbone. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin. "Let me show you how much I love spoiling you," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.

With that, he flipped you over onto your back, his body now hovering above yours. The look in his eyes was dark, intense, and filled with the promise of everything he intended to do. He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming over every curve of your body, claiming you fully with each touch, each kiss, as though savoring every moment of the gift that was this night.

San’s kisses grew more passionate, each one drawing you deeper into the moment. His lips traveled along your jawline, down to your chest, where he paused, taking in the sight of you beneath him. His hands trailed down your sides, their warmth leaving your skin tingling in their wake. Slowly, he began to move lower, his mouth following the path his hands had traced.

He pressed his lips against the swell of your breasts, kissing and sucking lightly before making his way to your stomach. Every touch, every caress was deliberate, teasing you with the slow build of anticipation. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the effect he was having on you.

"You deserve this," he murmured between kisses. "All of this."

His hands hooked around the waistband of your panties, and with a slow, tantalizing pull, he slid them off, his eyes never leaving yours. He hovered above you, fingers brushing gently against your inner thighs, his breath warm and steady as he let the anticipation hang in the air.

For a moment, the world seemed to still as San lowered himself, his lips returning to your body, exploring, tasting, leaving a trail of heat and want. His tongue flicked out, teasing you, as he made his way lower, determined to fulfill his promise of spoiling you completely.

"Were you thinking about this before, baby? You're so wet, sweetie.." his words faded as he dived in, his tongue starting to softly lick your folds. San’s large hands gripped at your thighs in a rough, needy manner. He had you splayed open before him as he feasted on your essence, pouring every ounce of himself into your pleasure. His tongue circled your clit just as his chin and lower lip passed between your folds and your back arched off the mattress. His goal was to make you feel good, spoil you for your birthday.

"You taste so good, my love.. I wanna have all of you, right now" his tongue finding it's way deep in your core, tasting the wetness of it.

"I-uhm"

"Yes baby.. say it. Use your words, I will grant anything for you tonight" San responded with a low whisper, stopping for a moment to look back at you. Your hands gripping the sheets, face flustered and fucked out, head dizzy and slightly teary eyes.

"I'm s-so close..." you whined out, squirming in front of him, in search of any type of additional friction. As he licked and sucked on your flesh a couple more times, your back arched against the mattress and you came beautifully, silky white liquid framing San's lower face. As he liked everything off, he got up for a short moment.

"Let me have my fun with you now, my princess.." his rough and big hands flipped you over. He raised your neck and face slightly and one of his hands slid around the collar, locking it on your throat. He slowly let your head down on the mattress and his right hand took the tail he got you, which was a butt plug and held it eagerly.

He got closer to you and with one knee he held your legs down, his hands spreading your ass, full on display for him. Your face flushed at the thought of being bare like that in front of him, but you soon were dostrscted by his fingers pumping in your cunt a couple of times before travelling to your other hole, prepping you with your own juices. He then took the butt plug and you softly moaned as he put it in, your walls clenching onto it. The same fingers he used on you found their way again in your cunt, then to your lips as he commanded, "Suck them". You did as told and sucked your own juices off his fingers, licking your lips. He smiled teasingly, pleased with your reaction.

"C'mon babe, I know you can take all of me.." he whispered as he undressed himself. His cokc sprung angrily out of his briefs and as soon as he eas fully bare behind you, his right hands trailed on your back and held your neck and face buried in the mattress, while with his left hand he guided himself to your hole. He started rapidly thrusting into you, the collar's bell frantically shaking and clinking. He leaned over your body, a hand holding onto your waist and one slipping over your hand, holding it thight. his necklace was dingling above the nape of your neck, touching your soft skin from time to time. His lips left a trail of kisses on your back and spine as he pounded into your relentlessly. You could feel that from time to time he'd suck your soft skin, leaving marks all over your body. On your shoulders, collarbones, back.. everywhere.

"You feel so good sweetie.. taking me so g-good" San groaned, all up in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You drive me insane, love. I'm so close..." he said barely above a whisper and started fucking you even more rapidly, thrusts getting sloppier with every other one, both of you panting. As he came and bottomed doen completely and stood like that, the bell on the colllar coulds till be heard.

"Mhm.. that's it, kitten. Take my load up your pussy. That's my good girl." San confidently said as he let you cockwarm him for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

"I love you, San.." you blurted out in a whisper, genuinely speaking.

"I love you too, my love... was everything okay with you?" he asked.

"Y-yew! It was *intense" but oh my god.." you giggled.

"Come here, sweetheart" he said and signed you to come in his embrace, "Happy birthday".

NETWORKS:

@blossomnet

@illusionnet

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

@mingleshine @musiclovingfairy @crazylittlebisexual @sanhwalvr @gong-fourz @arki-sha @artistic-rendition @hongjoongtime117 @cypher-03 @woolysium @peachy-bell26

[dvmbpvppyslvt]

NOTE GAME

Been seeing these all over Tumblr so I wanted to try :3

5 - edging myself for half an hour

10 - cockwarming my dildo while playing video games for an hour

20 - double penetrating myself for 1,5 hours

30 - masturbating at night outside on a park bench

40 - wearing a butt plug for a work day

50 - not allowing myself to cum for a week

60 - having a vibrator in and running while in car with my parents

70 - not coming for two months

80 - anal training every day for a month

90 - letting a butt plug in for a few days

100 - full speed vibrator and double penetration as well as dildo sucking without coming for 2 hours at least

110 - wearing a butt plug to work every day for 3 weeks

120 - I'll answer all anon questions with full honesty and detail truth as well as dms

130 - dry humping my pillow every day

140 - take ideas in consideration

150 - no coming for a year! Every day fucking myself

Try your best :) please ^~^

[pupyuj]

training hung g!p yujins ass to take your strap, making her wear butt plugs during her daily idol schedule, increasing in size by the day

ghosting a hand under her skirt/shorts to tease her by pressing on the plug every now and then

hope ur doing well

bisoux

EXACTLY ANON OUH i loved this ask 👹❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

she’s definitely freaky in the sheets but i think yujin would still be surprised when you propose the idea to her on a random sunday afternoon 😭😭 she’d stare at you, trying to see if you’re joking or not and once she realizes that you’re 101% serious yujinnie’s definitely gonna be into it 😝 see, you did like to boss her around in bed but she’s still the one fucking you, yk?? so something so new as you fucking her.. well… the thought of it makes yujin’s dick spring upright! 😛😛 she definitely hasn’t done anything like this with any of her previous partners before so she appreciates you for trying to pull her out of her comfort zone, and plus.. a good puppy needs to be rewarded at all times! 🥰

helping her put in her first one was a moment, okay!? however you managed to hold back just fucking her ass while she obediently bent over your desk with her ass on full display for you, you'll never know! it was a new kind of pleasure to hear her whimper while you slowly inserted her first butt plug in her ass and ofc you almost just wanted to skip a stupid corporate party just to fuck her and get fucked by her 😫 but you did go to that corporate party! yujin wouldn't stop squirming, the poor thing :(( she did tell you it was uncomfortable for the first few minutes but she was good enough to push through it.. sitting like a good girl beside you acting like her cock wasn't trying to fuckin burst out of her compression shorts bcs with the butt plug in her ass and looking at you with your silky, skin-tight dress... well yujin was just about going insane 😣

the bigger the butt plugs get the more she gets comfortable ofc.. but she also gets rlly desperate?? 😭😭 yujin doesn't know why you're taking so long to fuck her when she was pretty sure she can take whatever you can give her by now! she'd even go as far as to try and entice you enough before leaving for a schedule! pushing you up against a wall and kissing you right before you could grab the door and leave with her, guiding your hand down to her stiff cock and moaning so cutely when you squeeze gently 🥰🥰

"mommy, please.. you didn't touch me last night..." aww the sweet puppy trying so hard to get you to pity her with those big pretty eyes 🥺 and it does work bcs you're so weak for her.. but ofc you don't let her get everything that she wants 🤭🤭 you get on your knees, suck her off, tease her ass a little bit by tugging on that plug... but you know what she wants and she wants you to fuck her.. unfortunately you feel petty so the moment you make her cum and you completely pull away from her and poor baby would whine so much :((

her looking so completely devastated the entire day that you just had to give in and give her what she has been waiting for this entire time 🥺💞 propping her ass up with her head pushed down in the pillows, her loud moans muffled while you rammed your strap in her hole,, slowing down your pace and watching the plastic dick disappearing in and out of yujin's tight ass.. even better when you lean forward and grab her cock from behind, giving her a lot more pleasure than she expected that she really really had to try hard not to cum right there!

ykw yujin would rlly love it 🥺🥺 asking for more even when she's spent and her sheets were a mess with her cum all over it... having you stretch her hole all night would easily become one of her favorite things😋💖

[taurder]

Dom male reader x will graham with breeding and exhibitionism kink. 😻😻

Also can i be "🐗" anon??

top!dom!reader x bottom!will graham (hannibal nbc)

contains: breeding kink, exhibitionism kink, lots of swearing, anal (character receiving), implied fbi teacher reader and will.

note: my first request ever, thank you! and i hope i write something you'll enjoy. feel free to ask for more, cause now you're my first anon and I'm a fan of the emoji you picked.

he had been asked to help in another outgoing case, you could tell by the amout of his classes that you had to fill in for. another good indicator of this was his mood. he'll become snappier if approached, grumpy when a conversation with another colleague would become too casual for his liking. but mostly he'd get horny. down bad looking for you in between breaks and shoving you in any room available to climb you like a tree and get you inside him horny.

maybe it was his way of letting go of all this feelings and thoughts inside his head when he was at a murder scene. when your dick was deep inside of him you could tell his mind was empty, his presence entirely here, enjoying every physical pleasure that you could provide him with.

"could you maybe get in any time today?" always desperate, like he was in a rush. you ignored his mean tone, enjoying instead of the view that came from undoing every button of his shirt. his jeans were already out of the way on the floor, poor needy thing had pushed you into one small classroom designed for fewer agents, already biting and provoking, demanding for your touch as you closed the door.

the lock didn't worked on this one, and you voiced this concern knowing well how much he liked the idea of being caught. it was obvious from other encounters and his choice of places that a part of him was thrilled every time you mentioned the sound of someone coming near the door, of another class in the next auditorium and today was no different. even as you touched and gripped at his now exposed torso his eyes wandered to the door, pupils blown and you could picture the view you two made.

clothing in the floor, teacher and special agent will graham up in the desk with you between his legs. you jerked his cock a couple times, making him whimper and frown. "just fuck me already" another demand that you intended to ignore as well but then he reached with a hand to his ass, moaning with eyes closed as he pulled a small butt plug from his hole. the sound was wet and lewd and you unconsciously pressed your thumb there, confirming what the sound made you think. "i– i already prepared everything. shit, i'm so wet you could probably shove it just like that. c'mon"

he had filled himself with as much lube as he could, putting the plug to keep himself from dripping in the corridors, at the places he probably visited to investigate the newest serial killer pattern. all while being stuffed and ready to be fucked. you guess even if he's a demanding piece of shit you have to give credit to his pretty face and initiative, and so you push your whole thumb without a warning first.

"FUCK. no, no, want you– mghh.. your cock" he really craved it, he was almost at the point you loved the most, when he starts sounding really needy. you fuck him with your finger a little more, adoring his squirming frame and already sweaty face. "your cock, your cock" he won't say please, he has already told you this before, so the whiney almost crying like tone you get from him is close enough and you pull your thumb out, watching him already hooking his feet at your back while you guide your dick right in.

And just like he said it's really not much resistance, but enough so to make him wail and moan, louder than he should given the place you're both in, but he's too far gone. as he adjusts to the fullness he goes down to properly lay in the desk, one hand taking his own member, the other grabbing an edge to keep his body from jumping away from you when you start thrusting. "fucking finally. yeah, yeah, like that, yesyes mgghh" a sudden rush of air from the top small windows is enough to make the door move slightly, sounding as if someone was gently pushing it.

will's body jerks at this, and you can clearly see how he squeezes his dick to keep himself from coming, but the movement makes his walls hug tigh your into your length, inviting you to improve your rhythm. you hold his hips, hearing the desk legs squeak against the floor from the movement that proceeds. you thrust into graham hard and fast, seeing his sweat accumulate in his forehead and even the skin in his torso glistening. his mouth is open, murmuring swears as his eyes cross out up his empty head.

this is why he needs you, to reach this state. and as your climax feels near you're reminded of the second thing he needs you for. you hit his prostate, and it's the signal he takes as to guess you're near. "inssss-ide" he whispers, slurring, as he always does at this point. he repeats the word, fearing you could ever forget what he needs to properly cum with you. even as his mind is gone his words come back suddenly, needy. "say it, 'mm-close, so close. keep it in, inside"

you're near too, and as you abuse his prostate with erratic thrusts the words he wants to hear pour out. "you want my cum inside, yes? want to get knocked out, don't you?" he keens, brows together and his right hand working again in his dick. "you think i'm reaching your womb now? i'll fill it up so much you'll be carrying more than one baby" more moans, his body tensing up and toes curling. "here it goes" is your only warning before you give a last deep shove, and even if you're enjoying to finally let go you can tell he's more thrilled.

his body seizes and he throws his head up as your hot seed fills up his insides. even if your thrusting has stopped he's tightening his ass, his dick left forgotten in his abdomen as white ropes paint his sweaty skin. "that's it, milk my cock. don't let any drop go to waste". he shudders, clearly not expecting to hear your voice again but he complies, riding his climax while getting filled. when it's too much for either of you, you pull out slowly, using your fingers to stop your seed from escaping his used hole. he hands you the butt plug and once again he's stuffed.

he doesn't say thank you, he has told you that in the past too, but he does bite into your shoulder when you help him sit down in the desk, his breathing still agitated. you don't see eye to eye as you both fix your clothing or clean the space, but there's a mutual understanding that this will keep happening, and you can't wait for the next session.

[suskz]

Can you write Bang Chan manhandling Felix?

Yours | Chanlix

pairings: Chanlix, (also Jeonglix, mentioned Hyunin and poly!skz)

w/c: 3.3k

t/w: smut ; fluff at the end ; butt plug ; crying ; exhibitionism kink (no exhibitionism) ; kinda fwb i guess?? ; blowjob ; facefucking ; manhandling ; semi-public sex ; mirror sex ; daddy kink (quick, act surprised!) ; slight dacryphilia ; pet names (baby, puppy) ; degradation (and names) ; praise ; coming untouched ; coming inside.

a/n: anon, i don’t know who you are, but just know that I love you. I hope you enjoy!

18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Chan can imagine him: sprawled out on the bed, head thrown back, long hair messy against the pillow, eyes half-closed and tear-filled, cheeks and ears flushed, fists gripping the sheets desperately.

He can’t see him, though.

He can hear his sobs, his voice muffled —probably by Jeongin’s hand— his sounds no longer hoarse as they were at first but higher-pitched and whimpery.

He can hear the sound of their bodies slapping together and Felix’s pleas to slow down or go faster, harder. He’s always so indecisive, his baby.

His loud moans are always so difficult for him to hold back —and he’s always so cute trying; tiny hands rushing to cover his mouth, teeth biting his shirt, or his face buried into the pillow—, and everyone in the house can always hear them. Not that they have any complaints.

Like Chan, Minho, and Jisung at the moment, sitting on the couch; the only others in the apartment besides the other two.

They were supposed to be working on a song's lyrics, but it became quite difficult once Felix’s high cries started echoing.

Minho and Jisung made excuses to leave, coming up with something about needing to go shopping because some things are missing at home —nonsense, Seungmin went grocery shopping two days ago. Chan knows full well that they’re just turned on and need to help each other out.

He stays there, seated in front of the coffee table with all the sheets still scattered around, painfully hard in his pants the entire time, until the sounds come to an end, and then Chan has to go, too.

He’s so aroused from hearing all those pretty sounds from the blond and really needs to fuck him, making him go dumb until his brain can’t think about anything but the man on top of him and the only word falling from his lips is Chan’s name.

But he’s just been fucked, and Chan would feel so guilty for having his turn right after. The little one would be so tired.

But what’s to stop him the next day, seeing Jeongin so touchy with Felix?

Chan isn’t the jealous type, and he could never be jealous of Jeongin —besides, Felix isn’t just his, but everyone’s.

But something clicked in him seeing how Jeongin spent all practice sticking as close as possible to Felix: how he hugged him from behind in front of the mirror during the break, how his arm rested on Felix’s shoulders while Minho explained a dance move, or how the blond’s head leaned on the younger’s chest on the couch while the latter had an arm around his waist.

Chan isn’t the jealous type; it’s just that he feels the need to mark him as his, to show the others who he truly belongs to.

Nothing stops him from holding Felix back a little longer in the practice room while everyone else leaves.

Chan’s eyes fixate on the point where Jeongin’s lips meet Felix’s before they part, and Hyunjin seems to be observing the same thing —oh, Jeongin is fucked, literally.

Once everyone is out and the door closes, Felix turns to Chan, who is apparently sorting some papers, “What’s up?”

“I heard you and Jeongin yesterday, while Minho, Jisung, and I were trying to work on the song.” He says directly, and he can feel Felix’s eyes widen, even if he can’t see him.

“U-uh, I’m sorry,” the younger fidgets with his fingers. “I couldn’t keep my voice down.” He says in a lower tone, embarrassed and guilty for having disturbed them.

Chan turns in his direction, and when he sees the blond, his eyes seem to darken. He steps closer, “You know, we couldn’t get anything done yesterday, because of the noises.”

Felix is about to apologize again, but he’s interrupted, “You got me so hard I couldn’t concentrate anymore.”

These words go straight to the younger’s cock, which twitches with pride at knowing he had aroused Chan.

Chan stops in front of him and threads a hand through his hair, “You need someone to remind you how to behave.” He grabs the long blond strands and pulls his head back.

Felix lets out a moan at the sudden action.

“Slut.” Chan comments harshly, pulling the younger’s face closer to his by his hair.

He notices Felix’s eyes flick nervously to the door for a moment. Chan softens his voice just for a second, “None of the staff will come in for another 30 minutes,” he whispers. “Now get on your knees.” He releases his hair, and Felix drops to his knees.

As he realizes he’s semi-hard in his pants, he hears the metallic sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper being pulled down.

Chan lowers his pants just enough to pull out his cock, already starting to harden. He holds it in his hand and rubs the tip against Felix’s lips, who looks up at him and sticks out his tongue, just like he was taught.

Chan rests the tip on his tongue and moves his hips back and forth for a few seconds, rubbing himself against the wet muscle. Felix feels so helpless and unwanted, the need to be used growing inside him.

When he pulls back, Felix lets out a whine, “I want to suck your cock, please. Let me put it in my mouth, I’ll make you feel so good-” Felix knows how much Chan likes it when he begs, but he gasps in surprise when his cock slaps his cheek.

“I don’t want to hear any whining out of your mouth, understood?” Another slap, and this time his own cock responds, leaking a bead of precum in his boxers, which now feel so tight.

“Sorry.” Felix apologizes so sweetly that Chan’s eyes soften slightly.

“Spit.” Chan orders, and Felix obediently lets some saliva slip from his lips onto Chan’s cock, which he starts stroking slowly to harden.

Felix looks at him with eyes full of lust, making it impossible for the older man to resist pushing two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, going deep enough to reach the knuckles. And Felix doesn’t gag around them, just like a good boy.

Chan’s cock twitches in his hand, and his grip tightens, the sight drawing a moan from his lips.

Felix instinctively moves his head back and forth on the fingers, sucking and swirling his tongue around them, not caring about the saliva dripping down his chin. Because he loves it just like this —wet and messy. This goes on until the  man withdraws his fingers and brings the tip back to his lips, and Felix opens his mouth with his tongue out, eager to have it down his throat but remaining still and patient.

“Fuck my throat?” he asks in such an innocent tone that Chan wonders if it’s possible to sound like that in this situation.

“Oh, I will.” Chan assures before pushing past his lips.

A trembling breath leaves his lips at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth, and he groans as he manages to push it all the way down his throat without any gag reflex.

“Such a good boy, just like we taught you.” Chan praises, stroking his cheek, and Felix leans into his touch.

Felix’s hands are resting on his thighs, itching to touch the older man, but he keeps them in place as he knows he should while Chan begins moving without giving him much time to adjust.

His hips move back and forth slowly, and the wet squelching sounds that the action creates are the only noises filling the silence in the room. Chan moans, tangling his fingers in Felix’s hair and picking up the pace.

Saliva drips from Felix’s mouth down his chin, landing on his pants. Felix moans around his cock, squeezing his legs together as the vibrations from his voice draw a soft whimper from Chan. Felix’s eyes are teary, and he can feel snot ready to drip from his nose.

Felix lets his jaw go slack.

“G-good boy,” Chan finally looks at him. When Felix raises his eyes to meet his, the sight makes Chan groan and thrust harder. “You love having your mouth filled, don’t you, baby?” Chan coos the last words, “Look at you, crying on daddy’s cock. That’s what you get for not keeping quiet.” Felix digs his nails into his thighs through his pants. He knows he must look like a mess right now, but he only cares about pleasing the man in front of him, so much so that he forgets about his own aching erection, trapped in his boxers.

His hands move to the waistband of his pants, ready to pull them down and free his hard cock, but Chan notices and presses a foot over his hands before he can. Felix looks up at him with a pleading expression and whimpers. He feels Chan’s movements slow down.

“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?” His hips stop completely, his cock resting in the warm comfort of the younger one’s mouth.

Felix tries to say something, but his voice is muffled by the cock in his mouth. Chan pulls out to let him speak, trying —and failing— to hide a whimper that Felix hears clearly.

Felix tries to swallow his saliva a couple of times, failing. “I-I wasn’t t-trying to touch myself,” he insists, his voice coming out hoarse. Chan raises an eyebrow, his fingers still threaded through Felix’s blond locks. “I just wanted to p-pull my pants down ‘cause they’re uncomfortable.”

Under Chan’s gaze, Felix feels so small and guilty.

Chan sighs in feigned exasperation. “You can’t even finish one job without needing attention, can you? Such a greedy boy.”

Felix opens his mouth to object, but he doesn’t get the chance to speak as Chan interrupts, “Stand up and strip.”

Felix stands up, hesitates for a moment, but then lowers his pants and places them on a chair, remaining in his boxers and t-shirt.

Chan steps closer to him, lifts his shirt above his chest, and licks a line of skin from his nipple to the waistband of his boxers. Felix’s breathing grows heavier as he feels Chan slowly lick along his inner thigh, lifting the fabric of his boxers to get even closer to his groin, teasing him.

He leaves wet kisses and bites on his thigh, slowly moving behind him, where he lowers his underwear, revealing his ass and a little surprise that makes Chan’s breath hitch.

His mouth trails distractedly up the blond’s back as he straightens. His hands roam over Felix’s hips before moving to his naked ass, where he runs two fingers over the toy nestled between his cheeks.

“And what would this be, hm?” Chan takes it in his hand and begins to move it back and forth slowly, making Felix gasp.

“J-Jeongin made me put it in.”

Chan thrusts it in harder, making Felix moan and bite his lower lip.

“And you immediately obeyed that request. What a filthy boy you are. You love the idea of having your hole full in front of all of us without anyone knowing, don’t you? Acting all innocent around us while hiding such a dirty secret.”

Felix’s breath catches. His mind focuses on the movement of the plug going in and out of him and on Chan’s hand gripping his hip tightly. His eyes look ahead, but he doesn’t really pay attention to the mirror reflecting them.

The plug is suddenly pulled out, making him whine, but is immediately replaced by Chan’s hard cock.

Felix yelps in surprise, and Chan’s hand moves to cover his mouth. His eyes fill with tears again as he whimpers into the hand.

“We have to be quiet. We don’t want to be heard, do we?”

Felix nods obediently, but his untouched cock twitches at the thought that someone might have heard, and Chan notices. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, hm?” He starts moving his hips back and forth without giving Felix time to adjust —not that he particularly needs it. “You’d like it if someone walked in on us right now, wouldn’t you? You’d want them to see your fucked-up face from daddy’s cock, huh?”

Felix moans as Chan removes his hand, “Y-yes, daddy.”

“Look at yourself,” Chan says, lifting Felix’s face with a hand to make him look at his own reflection in the mirrored wall, “Look at the slut you’ve become for me. Following orders just like a little puppy, always ready to spread your legs at any moment.”

Both of Chan’s hands grip his hips, holding him steady, and Felix is forced to bend over with his hands on the mirror for balance.

“Letting yourself get fucked even in the practice room,” Chan groans, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” His voice comes out more affected than he’d prefer, hips faltering for a moment.

Felix’s hands and breath fog up the mirror, his face pressed against the surface as his legs tremble with each strong thrust.

He sobs as Chan hits his prostate and whimpers when Chan’s hand smacks his ass hard. His cock leaks precum onto the floor, and Chan needs every ounce of self-control to stop himself from dropping to his knees and licking up every single drop.

“C-Chris, go f-faster, please.” Felix feels like he might cry if Chan doesn’t pick up the pace, struggling to keep his voice down.

“Finally learning to keep your voice down, huh? Good boy.”

Felix’s stomach does a backflip at the praise after all the degradation —not that he minded it at all.

Felix’s legs feel like they might give out at any moment, and Chan notices. His eyes fill with adoration.

“Hold onto me.” Felix doesn’t understand at first, but when he does, he reaches back and grabs onto the older man’s muscular shoulders.

Chan’s hands slip behind Felix’s thighs, gripping them harshly and lifting his legs, bringing Felix’s knees to his chest. Felix moans in surprise and clings to him even tighter.

“Better.” Chan groans and starts moving again, the sweet sounds from Felix’s lips returning as his face twists in a giddy expression, biting his lower lip to stifle the sounds.

For his own amusement, Chan spreads his legs wider. “Look at yourself,” he demands. Felix opens his half-closed eyes to gaze at his reflection in the mirror, but he immediately regrets it as shame washes all over him.

His ears turn even redder, and he tries to ignore the way his stomach tightens deliciously at the sight.

His legs shake with each thrust, and his eyes well with tears, but he can’t tear them away from the pornographic reflection in front of him.

“C-Chan, it’s- it’s embarrassing…” Felix whines.

“But you love it.” Felix quickly shakes his head at the words, sobbing at a particularly hard thrust that hits his prostate. “And yet you keep watching yourself. Look at you, crying on my cock. You’re just so easy to handle.”

Felix doesn’t respond. His eyes are fixed on the way the older man’s fingers press into his thighs. He bites his lower lip, hoping they’ll leave little marks so he can remember this. Not that he’ll forget anyway.

Chan breathes against his shoulder, his soft moans reaching Felix’s ears. Now that Felix notices, Chan seems more affected than he did just before.

The older man has a focused expression, panting as his eyes are glued to the way his own cock thrusts in and out the younger’s stretched hole, the latter’s cock bouncing with each movement.

“Your tight little hole feels so good.” He starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on the other’s neck, “How does daddy’s dick feel? Huh?”

“G-good, feels so good.” Finally, tears start to roll down his cheeks, his mind clouded with pleasure and his body trembling.

“Aw, baby, let go,” Chan breathes, “C-cry for me.” Chan’s cock twitches inside Felix, dribbles of cum leaking from it’s red tip, and Felix sniffles.

“I-I’m close,” he cries, “P-please, I’m gonna cum.” His voice turns urgent and desperate.

Suddenly, Chan brings him back down to the floor, making Felix gasp. He would have fallen if Chan’s strong hands weren’t holding him.

“Oh my god.” Felix moans, his voice high-pitched and eyes rolling back.

Chan guides Felix’s hips, making him thrust back onto his cock, fast and hard, driving him closer to his high. But he won’t give it to him so easily.

Felix closes his eyes, his hands fogging up the mirror. He almost feels sorry for whoever will have to clean it later. “‘M so close, please.”

“Almost.”

Felix cries out, hands reaching for something to grip that isn’t there. He tries moving his hips on his own, trying to get some kind of control.

“Please, Channie, please! Let me cum, please.”

“Hold it.” Chan orders him, choking out a moan from Felix.

“I c-can’t, I need to cum so bad, please, I-I can’t hold it.” Felix pleads, desperate for release.

“Who do you belong to?” Chan asks suddenly. It’s not a question he feels the need to have the expected answer to, but it’s always fun to tease the younger one a little.

“You,” Felix’s voice is shaky as he tries his best to obey and hold it, “Y-you, all yours, b-belong to you!” He says maybe a bit too loudly, but who is he to care at this moment, when all he can think about is the orgasm that’s about to overtake him?

“Is that so?” The sound of skin slapping against skin is louder in the room now, and Chan’s voice tries to remain steady but fails, revealing just how affected he really is.

“Yes! Yes!” Felix cries, his high dangerously close and probably now out of his control.

“Good.” Felix takes this as permission, and immediately he’s shaking and squirming in Chan’s hands, who follows right after, buried deep inside him, as Felix’s cum spurts onto the floor and partly onto the mirror.

They are panting as they come down from their highs, trying to regulate their breaths.

“Still with me?” Chan checks, still holding him by the hips to prevent him from falling to the floor, leaning forward to see his face, which is turned down with his head resting against the surface of the mirror.

“Mhm.” Felix whimpers softly with a heavy breath.

Chan is grateful to always have baby wipes on hand in his bag —as he says, ‘you never know’, and this situation is a perfect example— because it takes him hardly any time to clean them both up, and he even wipes the floor while Felix sits on a chair, despite having insisted on cleaning up his mess himself.

“All done,” Chan says as he stands back up and goes to Felix to toss the dirty wipes in the bin beside him. “The staff will be here shortly, we need to go.”

Felix nods, but before getting up, he pouts his lips, seeking a kiss, which Chan gives him only after imprinting a picture of his cute face looking up at him with big eyes into his mind.

The older man smiles into the kiss, and when Felix feels it, he smiles back, and they both chuckle with their lips still connected.

The younger wraps his arms around Chan’s neck, not wanting to let go and wanting to stay like this even for hours, with his lips against Chan’s soft ones. But they can’t, not right now.

“We’ll cuddle when we get back to the dorms, okay?” Chan promises him.

“No, I want cuddles now.” Felix shows no intention of letting go; in fact, he clings to him even more, burying his face in Chan’s shoulder.

Chan sighs with an affectionate smile and wraps his arms around him in a tight but gentle hold. He lifts Felix up, and Felix wraps his legs around his waist.

Chan grabs his bag and walks toward the exit. “I guess we’ll have to go out like this.”

“At least the others will understand to whom I belong.” Felix teases him with a smirk.

Chan’s ears turn red, and he slaps his butt in admonishment, “Brat.”