guys im stressed so here's yunho fucking away your stress!
a/n: oh wow i went off. LMFAO @agustdiv1ne
imagine being so stressed out during finals week that you were literally locked in your room for DAYS just writing essays and completing projects left and right. it wasn't until your bestfriend, yunho dragged you off your desk one friday night scolding you that you were working wayyy too hard on a friday night. he also tried to convince you to go out clubbing with him and mingi but you immediately declined, using the excuse that you weren't done your public policy speech which led to you just ranting about how fucking annoying guys were on dating apps and how they just do not fucking know how to keep a conversation going. quickly, your rants turn into sobs as the stress was finally hitting your breaking point and now you were fully ugly crying in yunho's chest on a friday night. once you've calmed down enough, yunho calmly asks if there was anything he could do for you.
he was fully expecting you to ask for some comfort food from the mom and pop shop down the street or for some soju but you just look up at him with glossy eyes and trembling lips. "can you please just fuck me. fuck away my stress. please."
"are you sure?"
"yes, yunho just- fuck- do whatever i don't care."
how could your bestfriend say no to you especially while you were in this state.
"i bet i could fuck you better than of those stupid guys."
not even five minutes in to yunho fingering you, you were already fucked out. whining and clawing at his upper arm for more. tears were pricking your eyes when you asked him to fuck you with his cock. you weren't stupid, you knew that yunho had a fat fucking cock just by looking at him. one day you promised yourself you would fuck around and find out just how big he was and boy, was that day today.
yunho on the other hand was purposefully taking his time with you because he didn't know what would happen if he fully just went for it and fucked your brains out. he wouldn't know how to hold himself back but with you begging and your eyes on the verge of tears he just couldn't resist.
god fucking hell, he was huge but he felt fucking amazing. the sheer length of him was more than you've ever had before and his dick could reach further than your tiny fingers ever could. and you, jesus fucking christ you felt better than what yunho ever imagined. you fit just right for him and my god your pussy clenched his dick in the most delicious way it was fucking insane. soon, yunho fell into a steady rhythm of fucking you and slowly he began to lose whatever restraint he had left before fucking deep in the sheets.
and he did.
"have any of those guys made you feel this good?"
you couldn't even respond, yunho was fucking you this good.
"i asked you a question, baby." he says giving you a particularly hard thrust in between each word.
"mmm-fuck-fuck- no they couldn't. only you're making me feel this good."
"that's what i fucking thought. fuck - you shoud've came to me earlier. i would've fucked your brains out sooner."
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mmmm ;) simon has got a special eye on single-mom!reader, doesn't he? (18+, lactation kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, dark content !!!!)
it's your first day back after maternity leave. you already look different, simon notices this immediately. the way you fill out your cargo pants--fuck, there's no way your arse has ever looked so fat. no way your thighs have ever been so plush--ngghhh...
fuck, you've never been prettier. motherhood suits you. your hair is longer. your eyes are a little brighter. and fuck, your tits look so heavy, can't keep his eyes off of them, can't fucking focus, fuck, fuck, fuck--
you look so cute patching him up. pouty bottom lip between your teeth as you string his lacerated skin back together with a practiced stitch, standing between his spread legs as he sits in a chair in your office. he nicked his shoulder real well in training today, and fuck, is he grateful for johnny's heavy hand because you're standing over him, and he has a front-row seat to the greatest view of his fucking life.
christ, they practically jiggle with every movement you make. you pop the cap off some disinfectant, and the little bounce of your chest makes him chub up immediately, and he doesn't trust the buckle of his belt anymore because you're so fucking hot. and god, it isn't fair, this isn't fair, you must be teasing him--because as he's staring shamelessly at your pretty, perky nipples, he notices the fabric of your shirt beginning to grow damp.
you notice his line of sight after you tie off his wound. you look down, gasping, your hands dropping your supplies to come up and cup your breasts and cover the wetness of your shirt.
"god--dammit," you breathe. you haven't gotten a chance to pump today, it's been so busy in the clinic, and god, they ache.
you're his sergeant. his pretty little soldier. he just wants to help you. he's just helping you, isn't he? that's what this is when he draws his big hands up, shifting your shirt until it nestles below your nursing bra. he's just helping you when he unlatches the strap with ease, drawing down the soft material and baring your tits for him, his eyes bulging when he sees how wet the skin is, how they glisten.
his mouth is so warm. it's the perfect relief after such a long day. his tongue is soft and careful, swirling in heated circles as he soothes the ache in the throbbing fat there. you're so wet--soaking your panties, you know you are, your hormones firing wildly as he pulls back, opening his mouth and catching just a dribble of the warm essence that leaks from one breast. finally, finally--fuck, he's so good at this, his mouth latching onto you again as he groans loudly. he's so sick, it's so fucking lewd, but god dammit, it's just what you need, you need this, you need this.
he likes you like this. he likes you fat around the hips and leaking from your tits and spilling sweetness into your panties. he needs to keep you this way. he needs to keep you pretty and aching and starving for the relief that he knows he can give you.
he doesn't care whose kid it is, he wants to keep you this way. he'd let johnny or gaz fuck you stupid after this if it meant plugging you up and making you full and beautiful and round again. he's never wanted kids anyway, he knows he probably shoots blanks, it's why you got pregnant so fast after he shut the door on your relationship and refused to open it again, isn't it?
nnghghhgh...
fuck, his pants are already shoved low, just enough that he can pull himself out. he's so heavy, balls so full and aching so badly, he's hardly slapping against his stomach. you slip your own trousers off, eager to get back into his lap, practiced pretty girl sinking down onto him and riding him for her life in the dark of her office.
he buries his face into your chest. they're bouncing every time you smack your hips back down against his, and he can't stop the noises he's making as he suckles your tits in his mouth and uses a firm grip on your ass to meet your thrusts with force. fuck, he'd forgotten what a nice cunt you had--he'd forgotten how nice and soft you are, how messy and wet you get, how whenever he fucks you, his entire pelvis is always soaked with the slick of you because you can never stop creaming on his cock.
"so big," you babble, just like you used to, and he grunts as he aims for that little spot inside of you that makes you cry. he wants to see those pretty tears falling down your face, but all it took this time was his tongue sucking on your achy nipples to make you pouty and sobbing.
fuck, you've always been good at taking him, you always were such a good girl, but now he's overwhelmed. your body is so different and yet the same, and he likes it so much more--fuck, there's so much to grab onto now, the smacking of your skin is loud, and you've always been such a wet girl, but now you're positively dripping. he grits his teeth as he looks down finally, watching the way you've wet his trousers, his boxers, your thighs, the goddamn chair. he can't wait to lay you down after this and put his head between your thighs, can't wait to get those tits back in his mouth and make you cry again and again and again and again--
yeah, yeah, yeah--fuck, fuck, fuck--
you collapse after he cums. whimpering, taking two of his fingers and fitting them into your mouth so you have something to suck on, something you always used to do for comfort. he hisses a little as he pulls out just a little, globs of cum dribbling onto the seat before he eases you back down again. you whine, clinging onto him, your eyes shutting as he shoves his cum practically into your stomach.
yeah, fuck--he's gonna make his little sergeants take you nice after this. he needs you to stay like this, needs to keep you fat and pretty and swollen. don't mind the chunky babies you'll have, he'll take care of you, sweetheart, he'll be the daddy that son of a bitch never gave you, yeah?
he grabs the phone nearest to him to check the time as you settle on wobbly legs into the seat next to him. it must be your phone, because there's a picture of a smiling baby as the background. his eyes flicker to yours, and when you catch his gaze, you swallow hard. there's a giant chubby baby you're holding in that picture.
with blond hair and dark eyes (;
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