#we both wear pants also . also skirts. what are you fucking talking about

[wizardnuke]

"are you a top or bottom" well first im gonna ask what definition that you're using for that cause there's the actual meaning of positioning and then there's the really intrusive implication that there's an inherent power dynamic in all gay sex related to who is giving and who is receiving. and then i'm not gonna answer either way cause thats not anyones business. what the fuck man

[shidoutsukiomi]

I find it a bit strange how it's okay and normal to say trans men have 'afab privilege' but if you say trans women have 'amab privilege', that's bad and wrong and incorrect and also maybe you should kill yourself. strange stuff

somehow trans men were 'socialised female' and therefore can 'get away with being women' but trans women were not 'socialised male' and can't 'get away with being men' cos there's something inherently feminine, inherently queer about them.

though, i spent my whole life being called gay, getting asked if i was a butch lesbian, getting asked if i was a tranny, cos i wore pants [girls!] instead of skirts, cos i wore shirts [girls!] instead of blouses, cos i wouldn't wear dresses and would prefer [girls!] formal wear that weren't dresses, cos i liked bionicle instead of dolls, cos i played video games, cos i swore, cos i liked heavier music, cos my favourite colour wasn't pink, cos i wore caps. i would not say i fit into girlhood at all, actually.

but this masculinity was inherent to me, it still is, i couldn't and can not change it (despite trying, very hard, to my detriment) so i ALWAYS stuck out as being 'too masculine' for other girls. and then i come into queer spaces and i'm 'too masculine' for other queer people - but that's besides the point, currently.

so, currently, when i see people say 'trans women aren't "socialised male," that's not real, they always stick out as "other"' and then turn around and say 'trans men have afab privilege, they can be women to get away with things, they fit into girlhood so well' I can't help but become incredibly fucking frustrated. this is not true and actually it's something we have in common! neither of us were socialised 'correctly' cos we're both trans and raised amongst peers who were not trans!

everything from masculine girls to trans men do not fit into 'girlhood' cos masculinity is not what girlhood is meant to be. this shouldn't be hard to grasp. this is why the 'socialised' concept is bullshit cos it's founded on whatever was forced upon you as a kid and if you don't fit that standard you will not be socialised that way due to, in large part, being fucking ostracised from everyone else. and that doesn't mean there won't be things to unlearn, i know very many trans men who were very feminine for a long time and the opposite for trans women, but someone who clearly cannot fit what's being pushed onto them is going to come off as 'strange' and 'uncanny' to the people who can fit into what's pushed onto them.

but the way people talk about this really highlights to me that yous don't want to consider us trans in the first place - transness is for trans women and not for trans men, socialisation concepts are fake when it comes to trans women but real when it comes to trans men cos they're not really trans, 'amab privilege' would get you branded a TERF or radfem saying it to a trans woman but it's fine to say trans men, trans men have 'afab privilege' cos we're not trans, we're just women. you know until we get a little too rowdy and then we're not trans, we're just men.

maybe i'm just jaded and bitter. idk

[luvyeni]

FUCK MY WIFE ,, 방찬

pairings ‎⸝⸝⸝ bangchan x fem!reader wc. 3.9k+

genre. neighbor!au, smut

𓄷 includes ... cheating, unprotected sex, oral ( both receiving ), daddy kink

「 authors note 𖹭 」 you don't technically need to read the lee know fic , but it doesn't reference parts from the story so.

❪ masterlist! ❫

chan watched you go inside minhos house; he also saw minho following behind you, like he was on a mission. “hey baby.” he felt the lips of his wife's on his cheek. “hey.” he said looking around for your mother and minhos wife. “Who are you looking for?.” his wife asked, he shook his head. “no one.” he saw them both talking to each other; both of them so unaware of what their daughter and husband were up to. “just looking for the host or hostess.”

“ah she's over there talking to their neighbor that lives across the street from them.” she pointed. “i'm not sure where her husband is though— hey!” she waved as the two ladies approached them. “Mr. and Mrs. Bhang , how are you enjoying the barbecue?” the lady of the house asked him, chan tipped his drink with a smile. “You guys know how to throw a party , and the desserts are amazing.” he complimented. “well that's courtesy of Ms. y/ln here , she owns the bakery as you know.”

“Well you are an amazing baker.” the lady gushed, “thank you.” she said, his wife spoke up. “Hey, where is your husband?” He watched her look around much like he did before , but he knew where he was — and to say he was jealous was an understatement. “Probably inside feeding the cats.” she shrugged it off. “That man and those cats , sometimes I swear he loves them more than me.” she laughed.

“ah! there he is.” She said, the man standing around, his face red but chan didn't comment on it. “I told you those damn cats, I knew it.” she said. “yn seems to be missing as well , that girl probably snook off and went home.” your mother said, chan couldn't believe how oblivious the two were, it was almost comical how right on the nose they were but also so wrong.

both the ladies walking away; leaving him with his wife. “should we get going soon?” he asked, she nodded. “yeah, let me say a few goodbyes to the girls then we can head home.” he nodded , and she was off , he turned back to Minho who was adjusting himself, finally making eye contact; chan just gave him a nod like he knew— lucky fucking bastard.

Chan remembers the first time you came home from college for winter break; it was your freshman year, you were twenty-one years old; coming home from a grueling day at work to see you sitting on his couch; it was a cold day out but you were still wearing the tiniest skirt only with fleece tights, with the tightest long sleeve shirt that made your tits pop.

he couldn't remember why you were there and honestly he didn't care, you were sitting there waiting for his wife; so cute , so carefree— so fuckable. The obvious fuck me eyes you were giving him made his 30+ heart beat; and his cock stirring in his pants. that was the first night he ever fucked his wife.

no it wasn't the first time he ever fucked his wife in general; but it was the first night in a very long time; probably since before they got married all those years ago that he fucked his wife with so much lust and hungry, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her— but his mind wasn't on his wife; no, he was thinking about you being under him, and him filling your tiny little cunt with his cock.

his wife was none the wiser either; thinking he just finally had a spur of the moment, and she wasn't complaining it was the best sex they had in a while, she was happy— blissfully unaware that her husband was thinking about the young girl down the street while he filled her with his load.

After that he thought it would go back to normal; and it did, you went back to college for the rest of the semester, and his sex life with his wife returned back to normal; slow and mundane , much like before— then you returned back for the summer, it just got worse from there.

Not only did you somehow get hotter over the last few months; now due to the heat you were wearing less and less clothing; miniskirts and shorts so short you didn't even need to bend over for people to see your lacy panties, your tiny crop tops; shiny titties bouncing up and down as you made your way down the hot streets.

Then it was the sunbathing; fuck the sunbathing. he didn't know if you did it for attention or what; and he didn't care he prayed every time he walked his dog that you were out there in the tiniest bikini soaking up the sun; and everytime you were, you'd sit up, lowering your sunglasses, parting your lips as you waved at him, wishing him a good day; he watched you purposely push your titties together— because you knew he was looking at them. that was the second time he fucked his wife, much like he did that winter.

That entire summer; it was like a routine, he'd walk the dog and you were out there in your bikinis; you'd have a small conversation where you'd subtly push your tits together; or your eyes would lower to his cock that knowing you; could see twitching in his shorts, biting your lip before he'd walk away— and then he'd go home and fuck his wife, he fucked his wife so that he wouldn't fuck you.

His wife must've been in heaven the entire summer; but she was surely let down once again when you went back to college for your second year— and their sex life returned back to normal.

“You know Mrs. Lee?” his wife said from their bathroom; bringing him back to reality. they had finally made their way back to their home. “she thinks that girl across the street from them, yn i think that's her name.” she walked into the room “she thinks she's trying to make a move on her husband.”

‘She's not wrong’ chan thought, but he didn't say it out loud. “How so.” he said, not bothering to look up from his phone. “just the little thing she does, the looks she gives him; and how she talks to him, she even said she started the sunbathing again.” he finally looked at his wife. “Sunbathing?” he said; of course he knew what she was talking about. “Yeah , half naked in her front yard, the other wives said it too.” fuck he couldn't wait to walk the dogs again. “that girl, her poor mother is none the wiser either, her daughter parading herself around seducing women's husbands.”

she climbed into bed , moving his phone out his, climbing into his lap. “not my husband though.” she kissed his lips. “My husband isn't desperate enough to fall for a young girl that's looking for attention?.” he groaned as he felt his wife grinding against him. “Mhm of course not.” he didn't move , letting her do what she wanted. “Good, now fuck me.” she moaned out

He flipped her over, slotting himself in-between her legs; his cock hard, from his wife yes; but also from the thought of you into those tiny bikinis, especially that red one; fuck that red one that barely covered your titties, the bottom not even covering your ass. “chan baby fuck me.”

And that he did, but much like all the times before; his mind was on you, how tight your pussy would be, your titties covered in his cum, how loud he would make you scream his name; you you you , that's all was on his mind as he plowed into his wife. “fuck chan, I'm gonna cum.” his wife screamed. “fuck cum.” he pulled out of his cum jerking his cock off, thinking it was you as he came all over her , covering her in his cum. “fuck.”

He quickly finished his wife off , rolling on to his back. “fuck it's been a while since you fucked me like that.” she kissed his cheek. “you even came so much.” She stood up. “Next time do it inside me, it's so messy like this.” he nodded breathlessly as he watched his naked wife walk back into the bathroom. Chan closed his eyes, the vivid image of you still there making his cock hard again. “shit.” he cursed.

Pulling his shorts up; ignoring his hard cock. “you're still hard.” his wife made her return , laying in bed. “What's got you so wound up today?” she asked. “stress probably don't worry it will go down.” she nodded, turning on her side. “Well get some rest.” he hummed. “okay.” he waited until his wife fell into a deep sleep before making his way into the bathroom to jerk off to the thought of you.

The next day; he came home from work and his wife was holding the leash in her hand. “walk the dog.” So before he could even put his things down , he was heading out the door with berry.

After doing his daily walk with the dog , he started on his way home; telling berry about his day. “oh hi Mr. Bahng.” you were coming from across the street; the lee house. “hi yn , going to see Mrs. Lee?” he watched as your eyes widened for a split second , before going back to normal. “yeah, my mother let her borrow a dish and she needed it back.” you lied right through your teeth , and he knew it , but could he really judge you if he wanted to do the same thing. “yeah, where is it?”

“Oh she wasn't home, I asked Mr. Lee but he had no idea what I was talking about.” you said so smoothly; like this was nothing to you. “Guess mommy will have to wait to make those brownies.” you smiled so sweetly, he wondered if you tasted as sweetly as you smiled. “You'll have to bring me some,” he said. “your mother's brownies.”

“Of course.” you toyed with the necklace that sat nice on your titties, he noticed the hickey on top of your left breast , wanting to groan so bad; they probably fit perfectly in his hand. “Mr. Bahng?” you asked. “you okay, you're a little red?” he laughed nervously. “Of course, it's just a little hot out today.” he fanned himself , you pouted. “isn't it?” your whiny voice , he felt his cock move. “I heard it's gonna be like this all week.” you sighed, before perking back up. “but it's perfect for sunbathing.”

You smirked watching his eyes widened a bit. “sunbathing?” he asked. “Yes , it's the perfect weather for it , I might do it tomorrow.” of course you were gonna do it tomorrow; because you knew he'd be by with his dog. “Yeah?” he said, you nodded. “yup!” you bent down slowly, giving him a good peek of your tits. “Hello berry.” you patted the dog's head. “She's so cute.” you looked up at him, giving him the image of what you would look like kneeling in front of him , right before you took him into your mouth. “yeah she is.”

the way he was looking at you made your panties wet; you were ready to go again, even though you had just come back from getting the best fuck of your life from Minho— who's to say you can't get the second best on the same day. “well I should go.” he said , simply because he was losing his mind. “My wife is probably waiting for me.” you nodded. “yeah my mom should be on her way home now, i have to start preparing for dinner.” You gave the dog one last pet before standing up. “Goodnight Mr. Bahng.”

He watched you walk away, your ass peeking from your tiny skirt as you made your way into the house. “Mr. Bhang.” He heard a voice from across the street where Minho stood with a smirk. “Mr. Lee.” He gave a head tilt. “Off to see the wife.” he air quoted the word see. “you know it.” he winked before making his way home— his wife might catch on if he comes home after a walk ready to fuck like a dog in heat.

The next day he once again found himself walking the dog; for a split second, he wondered if his wife knew what she was doing sending him on these walks; but that thought quickly went, of course he would think that his wife was a cuck for the young girl down the block. “Hello Mr. Bahng.”

There you were, laying on a towel in the grass; red bikini, fuck he was really about to cum in his pants. “Hello again.” he gave a little smile. “I see you were true to your word.” you smiled , nodding. “It was so nice out today, I couldn't resist.” you sighed , your tits barely covered. “Oh yeah , my mother got the dish.” you said. “huh?” He questioned. “for the brownies , it turns out it wasn't Mrs. Lee but the couple next to them, the kim's.” he nodded. “Their son Seungmin brought it today.”

“that's good , so your mom will be able to make the brownies then.” you nodded , sitting up , now giving him a full view of your tits as you sat back on your hands. “yup , she's making them now.” You said. “I can bring you some tomorrow if you'd like.” You tilted your head to the side. “I'm sure your wife would enjoy them.”

“Oh yeah for sure,” he said. “I would like that very much.” you hummed. “okay!” You smiled. “See you then.” you waved , before turning back on your stomach , the view of your ass; the bottom's barely doing anything. “fuck.” he cursed as the dog began to pull at the leash. “come on berry.” he gave your ass one last peek before continuing down the block.

“Fuck baby if you keep fucking me like this I don't think I'll be able to keep up.” he rolled off of his naked wife. “Where are you getting this energy from all of a sudden?” He smiled , pulling his shorts back up. “Just love for my wife.” and the lust for you; the need to fuck you. “mhm i like it.” she smiled.

“i'm going to visit my mother tomorrow.” his wife spoke up. “yeah, when?” he said. “I'll leave tomorrow and I'll return within two days.” she said. “I’ve prepared the food for those two days, just heat it up and eat.” he thanked her. “Oh and the lady down the street has some treats she said she'll bring them as well, you better save me some.” He completely forgot about that; you did say you'd be by— he thought his wife would be here; to stop him from taking you right there in the living room. “She'll be here in the afternoon.” He nodded , tomorrow may just be the day he gives in. “okay.”

He waited for you the entire day; he knew you were coming and he was ready, he made a decision the night before; if giving the opportunity he was gonna fuck you; he knew it was wrong, his wife did satisfy him , but it was clear his thoughts of you were infiltrating his mind; and it wasn't getting any easier. maybe this would be the first and last time , maybe he just needed to get it out of his system — he tried to justify himself, just as he heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door; and there you stood, your daily outfit that consisted of a skirt too short and a shirt too tight— this most definitely wasn't gonna be the last time. “I bought the brownies.” you smiled.

“So you slept with the neighbor across the street?” jisung asked, you nodded. “it was good too.” he scrunched his nose up. “didn't ask , but now you're going after the guy down the street?” he asked. “Who's also married?” you shrugged. “Babe, your mother still has to live on that block.” he said. “Yeah , I've had your mother's cooking and it's phenomenal.” Felix started. “but I don't think even the most chocolatiest of brownies can be made to fix this fuck up if people find out.”

“trust me they won't.” You said. “Once again I feel like I'm inclined to stop you as your best friend, but as someone who loves drama , I kinda wanna see where this goes with these two guys just for the plot.” you laughed watching Felix scolded his boyfriend. “Be careful yn.” He said , his hands yanking at jisungs hair. “and don't get pregnant.”

After hanging up with them you made your way downstairs where your mother had the brownies already packaged up for you to take; this allows you to go back to retrieve the pan once he's finished; if you're successful with your plans today, hopefully this will be soon. “Perfect.”

You made your way down the street; standing in front of the house , walking up the walkway, anticipating bubbling up in your stomach as you knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer; putting your best smile on as he opened the door. “I brought the brownies.” he smiled; fuck he looked good, a plain white tank top and black shorts, so simple, but so fucking attractive. “Come in.”

You walked past him; his eyes following you as you walked into his house; closing the door before looking out making sure no one saw; that was the last thing he needed. “You can sit them on the counter in the kitchen.” He followed behind you , watching your ass move, you sat the treats down , turning around where he was standing in front of you. “Mr. Bahng?”

you were taken aback but not surprised when he pushed you against the counter, grabbing both sides of your face; kissing harshly, his hand coming down to your ass squeezing. “oh fuck.” you moaned as he roughly grabbed your tits, grinding his hard cock against you. “fu-fuck you see what do to me?” you reached down grabbing his cock in his shorts. “I did this?” you bit your lip. “you want to fuck me that bad?”

he groaned as you palmed him through his shorts. “fu-uck been thinking about this for a year.” he groaned. “making you take my fat cock down your throat.” he groaned. “yeah? wanna cum all over my face?” you brought your lips to his ear. “cover me in your cum -fuck- i wanna taste you so bad.” you said biting down. “fill my mouth with your cum.”

“Fuck.” he pulled away from your, the look on your face made him move quickly , pushing his pants down to his ankle right there in the kitchen. “on your knees princess.” you sunk down to your knees. “gonna -fuck- gonna suck my fat cock?” he groaned , stroking his cock right in front of your face, your mouth watered. “yes.” he smiled , grabbing the back of your head. “open up princess.”

he filled your mouth up, throwing his head back, holding on the counter as you took him into your mouth. “that's it, suck daddy's cock.” you moaned around his length, your panties sticking to your cunt as you bobbed your head up and down his length. “feels so fucking good.” he moaned. “gonna cum all over your face.”

it was the best experience he'd experienced in a while; his wife wasn't the biggest fan of giving head; so he almost never got it and when he did, it was half-assed. “sh-shit.” the way your throat tightened around his pulsing length , the gagging noises coming from your mouth , eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. “fuck I'm gonna cum.”

He thrusted into your mouth a few more times , before pulling out. “open your mouth princess.” he stroked his cock , hips twitching as the cum shot from his tip landing all over your face. “oh fuck!”

you smiled , holding your mouth open as his cum hit the back of your throat. “taste good, baby? you like my cum that much.” you nodded , he lifted you up onto the counter. “wanna taste this pussy so bad.” he lifted your skirt. “wet fucking cunt.” he groaned. “yeah , you think about my pussy when fucking your wife?” he grunted , biting your thigh. “fuck!” you yelped , moaning as he licked your cunt. “sweet fucking pussy.”

your hands tangled up in his hair as he tongue fucked you on the counter where he most likely shared food with his wife. “Oh fuck daddy that feels good.” you fucked yourself on his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit deliciously, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “fuck I'm gonna cum , i'm gonna fucking cum.” you squealed. “fuck!” you came all over his face , hips jutting against his face riding out your high.

he pulled away, giving your clit little kisses before pulling away. “You liked that princess?” you smiled , nodding. “so much.” He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his abs. “fuck.” you moaned, running your hands down his stomach, stomach churning in need for him again. “pl-please fuck me daddy.”

“fuck, you want daddy's cock?” he grabbed the base of his cock on your folds. “ye-yeah , fuck me please.” you moaned. “pl-please fuck me.” he slid into your slippery cunt. “oh fuck your pussy is sucking me in.” you moaned. “you-you're so big.”

he huffed with a smile, “yeah? my cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he moaned. “fuck , slutty pussy.” he grabbed your hips. “just let anyone fuck you.” he began to plow into your cunt. “me , Minho -fuck- just love fucking men that aren't yours.” you moaned out. “fuck yes!” you screamed. “I love it.”

“I know you do, slut.” he slapped your tits, pinching your nipples. “gonna cum inside this pussy.” you gasped as he thrusted up into you, hitting your g-spot making your mouth hang open as he hit it over and over. “oh fuck you look so fucked out , gonna cum for daddy?” he rubbed your clit. “hmm?” you nodded. “fuck yes, i'm gonna cum.”

“fucking cum for daddy.” he slapped your pussy , moving his fingers back and forth as your juices gushed out of you, coating his abs in your cum. “fuck i'm cumming.” he groaned. “daddy's gonna fill you up.” he grunted. “fuck!” he cursed, stilling his hips as he came, filling your warm hole with his sperm. “shit.” he slowly pulled out, watching the cum leak from your hole. “Keep it inside princess.” he pushed it back inside you. “good girl.”

“Do they taste good?” you straddled his waist, feeding him a piece of brownie , the both of you now in his bed; you were wearing one of his shirts. “mhm.” he moaned at the taste. “So good princess.” you smiled , wiping the chocolate from his plump lips, licking it off your thumb. “When will your wife be back?” You asked , he rubbed your waist. “tomorrow evening.” you hummed. “perfect.” you bent down, kissing his neck. “fuck princess don't leave any marks.”

“I know.” you whispered against his skin. “you can fuck me over and over.” leaving more kisses along his neck. “until your wife gets back.” he hummed. “fuck yeah.” he moaned as you grinded your hips down.

yeah he knew he could no longer fuck his wife to get you out of his mind.

©️LUVYENI

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi bunny, could I get a vanilla cheesecake with some tea please. Also make it a Norris fic

the bakery menu

thank you for the lovely order! there are still loads of tasty treats still on the menu, so please feel free to submit your own!

vanilla cheesecake ("where are your manners?") + tea (semi-public/public sex) served by lando norris (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, semi-public sex, slight dom/sub, clothed sex, quiet sex, quick sex, praise kink,

it all started at a bar in bristol. you were in lando's old stomping ground. you were a little drunk talking amongst some of lando's old childhood friends.

you were pressed up against your boyfriend and felt the comforting weight on your shoulders from his arm across them. he was a comforting presence next to you. but you had to depart from his side as your glass was empty.

"i'm gonna get another one." you said as you tapped the rim of the beer glass before you got up. you were thankful that you weren't wearing heels or you'd probably cause an incident. you could feel lando's heavy gaze on you as you strode up to the bar and put both arms on top of the wood, "another brewdog, ipa."

you felt a hand on your lower back, you were about to give whoever was touching you a swift punch when you looked over and saw it was your boyfriend.

"where are your manners?" he asked with his lips close to your ear, "i thought i told you to be a good girl." he chuckled a little, "and here you are being so rude to that bartender. that's not the girl i know." he kept his hand on your lower back, a domineering touch to center you. when the bartender came back with the beer, lando's voice was in your ear once more, "say thank you, love."

you looked at the bartender as you picked up the pint glass and said, "thank you so much!" and flashed him a bright smile as if your cheeks and neck weren't burning from your boyfriend's rules.

you were devoted to one another, but there was an additional layer to your relationship. where on the surface you looked like a total it-couple, in the quiet whispers lando was a total dom. and you were his loyal submissive.

you got back to the table and put your drink down before you scurried off to the washroom. a few moments passed before lando said he was going to get a drink. through the densely packed bar, he moved his way through to the back where the washrooms were.

he could feel the heat in his body pool in his gut, his cock strained against his jeans as he knocked on the door of the single stall bathroom.

he looked over his shoulder briefly, no one noticed anything. but then the door opened and you grabbed lando by the front of the shirt to pull him inside. he instantly had his hands on your behind as he pulled you closer to him.

you reached around him to lock the door and you ended up on the sink counter with your skirt pushed up. you felt the heat burn your cheeks and down the back of your neck.

it felt risky and exciting.

"you're such a good girl, even though you've had enough beers." he laughed as he stood in front of you, his hand down his pants as he tried to pull his cock out of his jeans.

"i am a good girl!" you kicked you legs out playfully and devolved into giggles.

he reached over and covered your mouth with his hand, "i know the bar is loud, but there's no need to be even louder. we need to be quiet, love or we're going to make headlines."

the thought of what the press would come up with made your cheeks burn as he hiked up your dress even more. his hands that roamed your thighs made you feel light all over.

"pretty doll." he said, "you look so good at my side. but you have to remember your manners, love." he said with love dipped in his voice. he was a more of a gentle dom.he got your panties down to one ankle and looked at your sweet cunt, "you like this don't you? knowing that anyone could come in and just see me fucking the shit out of you."

you wanted to wrap your arms around your boyfriend, but instead you had to cover your mouth so you weren't so painfully loud. you couldn't help it, you got used to the privacy of lando's home where no one could hear your erotic moans.

but in the semi-public it was a lot harder to keep yourself quiet, especially now that lando was playing with your bare clit. the wetness dampened his thumb and pointer finger. you looked so good, he knew that you could be such a good girl for him.

"now, what do we say when we want something? where are your manners, love?" he asked with a sly smirk.

you swallowed and pulled your hands away from your mouth. it took you a few moments to compose yourself to reply, "please, sir. please, fuck me." you knew this was the worst place to fuck. it was damp and dirty, but the curl in your gut of lust drove you to need to be touched.

"you look good like this, all flustered for me. you look so pretty, the prettiest thing in this entire bar." he could smell the beer on your breath but then again you could probably smell the same on him.

this was probably the worst place to have sex, but there was something about bitter beer that made you two want to jump each other's bones. it wasn't as bad as champagne which had lando's cock buried into you by the time you finished your first glass.

you tried not to think about how dirty the counter was and spread your legs a little further, the dress pushed up enough to show off your pretty pussy to him.

you covered your mouth once more to block out most of the noise. your eyes almost rolled back into your head when lando wasted little time to pushing his cock inside of you.

"sir." you said through your fingers.

he kissed your forehead as he took you by the hips and started to rock into you. normally lando liked to romance you into bed, but right now it had to be brutal and quick.

regardless your wet cunt felt nice around his painfully erect cock. it all felt dirty and hot, the dress stuck to your skin as you started to sweat. you panted through your hands as you tried to keep quiet. lando on the other hand was struggling as well to keep quiet. but there was something about his beautiful girl's pussy that drove him mad.

maybe next time they want to do something semi-public they'll do it on the boat where he could fuck you in peace on the deck and no one could saw a word. shitty little bars in bristol were not the perfect place for a girl like you to be fucked in.

maybe a driver's room or a hotel with nice sheets. he'd maybe even finger you at the event at the end of the season. but right now you looked like a little whore sat on top of the counter with lando thrusting his cock into you.

you wanted to clutch onto him, instead your sweaty back touched the mirror behind you. you leaned back a little and gave him extra room to shove his entire cock into you. you moaned a little bit despite your best efforts. the pleasure felt like it was melting your brain with the aid of all that beer.

"see, i know you can be a good girl. because you're mine and i only have the best. fuck, you're so pretty right now, all fucked out. i know you're going to be sitting back with my friends with my cum stuck to your thigh." he wanted to kiss you so badly, he wanted to feel as close to you as he could.

he wanted all of you, every last inch to every last cell. you were his girl, his beloved. he maintained eye contact as he thrusted into you. he felt the heat in his body, sweat went down his neck.

you whimpered through your hands and panted heavily, you looked hot in every sense of the word. orgasm was close and you tried to meet lando's thrust. you couldn't hold it in much longer and grabbed your lover by the shoulders and pulled him in for a hot kiss so you could hold him while being quiet.

you groaned into the kiss as he continued to rut against you. your core felt soaked and it was evident by how wet lando's cock was. you relaxed against the wall and still reached out to hold his shoulders.

"that's my girl." he said, "what do we say when you get to cum?"

"thank you, sir."

he kissed your sweaty forehead and gave a few more jerky thrusts before he finished inside of you. he slowed down his movements and had to brace his hands on either side of you on the counter so he could steady himself from the strong orgasm.

"oh fuck." he mumbled to himself between heavy pants. he was thankful that the rest of the bar was as loud as it was. he kissed you passionately on the lips before he helped you back into your panties and straightened out the skirt of your dress.

you pulled him in for one last kiss before you got off the counter with shaky legs. but lando kept you close, the leftover pleasure and the presence of alcohol made you a little dizzy.

he kept you close to him, the smell of his body spray left you yearning for more. he noticed this and said, "someone has been such a good girl for me. why don't we pay everyone's bill and get home? i don't think we're quite done."

you couldn't help yourself, you nodded eagerly. you were always willing to be on your best behaviour for your lando <3

[enhard]

kang taehyun — “dress code”

: you went out with your friends to shop for clothes but it seems like your boyfriend can’t keep his hands to himself.

pairing: bf!k.th x fem!reader

cw: SMUT, public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibition kink on his part, rough sex also , teasing, degrading kink, slut-shaming, calling you a whore all that. a bit of mirror fucking.

not proofread, enjoy!

MY FIRST TXT MEMBER FIC !!

you smile at yourself in the mirror while doing your makeup, to see how it turned out so far when you suddenly get a call from your best friend inviting you to the mall. she told you that you can bring your boyfriend too, since a few more friends and soobin, her boyfriend will be there too.

you hang up after a while of talking, but that’s when taehyun comes through the door to greet you and give you a kiss. he’s all sweaty in his tank top from the gym with his muscles flexed and chest popping out. you’re holding some heavy thoughts but.. you decide to just finish getting ready.

the words “i wish i was there with him” pop up in your mind as you hear the water streaming from the shower head. when he’s done showering, you tell him about the meet up and he agrees to go with you. —

you get to the mall, already seeing your friends waving excitedly at both of you. “heyy guys! im so happy we get to go out again.” you reply, the other girls nodding. they immediately grab you by the arms, pulling you around the mall. soobin and taehyun look at each other dumbfounded, quickly running in your girls’ direction to not get lost.

you buy a few things from different shops- well, taehyun insists on paying for you. honestly, you can’t stop thinking about him, how hot he looked when he came back from the gym. you make up a plan in your mind to tease him like bending down in front of him to pick up something you dropped (on purpose), caressing his arm up to his collarbone when you’re sitting down next to him, touching his neck each time you get the chance and so on.

he didn’t really react to it except for giving you a little laugh so you stopped eventually.

then, you entered a clothing store searching for a nice skirt. you find a potentially good one, your friends also find some clothes to try on so you go in the dressing room together. they all go to different cabins, while you make taehyun guard yours.

the dressing room is pretty small but bigger than your usual ones, has a sliding door, a big mirror and a small bench to sit on.

you take off the pants you’re wearing to try the skirt on, looking at yourself in the mirror.. just to find taehyun leaving the door half open just to look at you. “baby.. close it back up what are you doing?” “what? can’t i look at my pretty girl?” you sigh.. dragging him in too. this was his perfect plan.

“well… you can.. but then just stay in here. i don’t want anyone looking at me except you.”

taehyun smiles, slowly approaching you, making you step back until your back hits the mirror. “love, the skirt looks amazing on you but i’d rather have it off you.” you make a face in disbelief, eyeing him up and down. “what’s it to you? feeling needy already?” taehyun places one hand next to your head, almost caging you between him and the mirror. “yeah, let me fuck you right here.” his words catch you off guard, quickly putting your hand on his mouth. “are you crazy? we can’t do this here. everyone will hear us.” you whisper.

he grabs your hand that covers his mouth by the wrist, flicking it away. “then you shouldn’t have teased me all this time love. let people hear how much of a slut you are, how much you scream when it’s just the two of us.”

his demanding voice is doing something to you now. you didn’t think the teasing that happened would come back and bite you but here you are. you want him more than ever but.. there’s your friends around.. staff.. everyone.

you leave out one last sigh, looking deep into his eyes. “okay, but be quick.” those are the only words he needed, he immediately moves his hands down your body, to that skirt you were about to purchase. he takes it off you while moving his other hand to rub you through your already wet panties.

“fuck darling, you were teasing me for this reason, weren’t you?” he whispers. you look at him with doe eyes, slowly nodding. he smiles at you, rubbing you even faster. you dig your nails into his bicep, enjoying how his fingers feel on you.

he pulls your panties to the side, not caring to even take them off so he can insert his fingers inside you. quiet whimpers leave your mouth as you try to be quiet, taehyun enjoying this too much.

as much as you want him to destroy you with his fingers, you’re also aware of your surroundings. and you know it wont take long until one of your friends will check on you. so you grab his hand, pulling his hand away. “baby there’s no time for foreplay.. c’mon, fuck me already.” taehyun loves how you care so much about someone not catching you, knowing he’d pound into you even with everyone watching if he had to.

he unzips his pants, takes out his hard cock to pump it a bit. you two don’t have enough time to undress each other but how you wish you could be able to see those abs..

taehyun picks you up and lifts you with your back still hugging the mirror, holding you by the underside of your thighs. he uses his hand to pull the fabric of your panties aside again, brushing the tip of his cock against it instead. “now be quiet for me princess.” you nod, gulping at his words.

he quickly inserts his whole length inside you, giving you two seconds to adjust. he picks up a slow pace, trying to be quick while also helping you adjust. you almost squeal but you just bury your face in the crook of his neck. he makes you lift your head up again, wanting to make this harder for you.

after a bit he starts going rough. he’s pretty fast but he’s absolutely dragging his cock in and out of you not caring much about how much noise he’s making. the walls are slightly banging with each thrust of his and you begin panicking. you hold onto his shoulders tightly to try and make him slow down, but it’s like communicating to a wall.

he. does. not. stop.

it’s so hard keeping quiet now, your whole body is shaking and you’re sure atleast someone heard the obnoxious banging. “worried baby? worried that someone’s gonna catch you get fucked dumb? hm? you should’ve thought about that first you slut.” he says, grunting every few words. his words mix up in your stomach, forming so many knots about to pop. you lift his shirt up to his chest, getting a nice view of his glistening abs, a sight you could never get enough of.

you begin murmuring and cooing, not being able to talk anymore. all you can say is his name now. “t..taehyunn..plea..fuckkk tae..hyun..” he picks up his pace hearing you moan out his name quietly. “that’s right love, let me fuck you so you can only remember my name. you’re such a whore. you’re letting me fuck you so good you can’t talk anymore..” he keeps degrading you over and over while keeping his pace steady. its getting way too much for you and you’re just about to cum.

“cumming for me already? squirt on me like the slut you are. moan out my name so they know who owns you.” he says out of breath. he’s grasping your thighs even harder, chasing his own high too.

all you can do is whimper and open your mouth, nothing leaving your lips anymore. you try so hard being quiet, you would die out of embarrassment if anyone caught you right now.

since taehyun is thrusting so well, you quickly untie that knot you had in your stomach, squirting all over his cock and floor. you hug him tightly as you cum, trying not to moan out his name, just like he wished.

“pretty slut, you made a mess. look at you. let me pump my cum into you. let me fill you up so good, just how you deserve it.” you frantically nod at him, closing your eyes shut almost not being able to take it anymore.

he goes at his desired pace, fucking you into that mirror again. he grabs onto your ass, basically bouncing you on his cock. if the banging wasnt enough, now it was hard covering up the sound of your thighs clapping against each other. only the voices of the people around could save you now.

you feel him twitching inside you, getting ready to cum. he thrusts into you a few more times before letting his cum shoot inside you. he bites your neck as he’s cumming, teasing you even more than needed.

he finally pulls out, both of you quietly panting your lungs away.. he gives you a kiss then immediately starts cleaning up. luckily you had some tissues in your bag so he’s able to clean everything off him and the floor, then letting his cum drip out of you onto another tissue. he cleans you both well, fixing your hair trying to be all innocent.

you grab your things and he gives you a kiss on your forehead before getting out the dressing room, seeing the others all looking towards your direction. from their faces you could tell that they knew exactly what you two were up to.

you were about to cry right there but taehyun seemed a little too proud of himself.

your friends brush it off, mainly because of taehyun’s huge ego.. and you agree to never talk about this again.

you can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it though. the thrill of getting caught made you want to do this again, and his excitement spoke for it alone.

afterall, you were his slut.

[mitchellnman]

I wrote this for you based on the Michael and Martin thing you posted in the tags. It's yours to repost or do whatever you want, you can change it a bit too if you want. Post it in the tags so more people can read it (of course if you want) I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

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Initially Y/n feels a little sorry for Michael when the private lessons start. He's all awkward and embarrassed barely looking her in the eyes when he speaks.

But then she starts to find it interesting, mainly because he clearly has no experience with women. Little by little, she starts to clench her thighs whenever she hears him explain the material to her, and she can no longer even concentrate on what she should be doing.

Y/n then decides to talk about it with her boyfriend, Martin. He just laughs as the two fuck the night away. And when they are exhausted under the sheets he tells her that if she wants to ruin the little virgin nerd he won't be the one to stand in her way.

From the moment Martin gives Y/n carte blanche, she begins to provoke Michael more and more, wearing short skirts and revealing necklines. Feeling her own pussy getting wet whenever she notices the lustful looks he gives her.

He never does anything about it, and Martin just laughs and fucks her when she tells him about what happened that day, unable to understand how the poor guy has the ability to not jump on such a beautiful girl offering herself to him on a silver platter. He would have already spread her legs and eaten that pussy until she cried, which was exactly what he was doing now since that idiot had no ability.

Weeks passed and Michael took no action. Martin lost his patience. He went to the nerd's dorm.

-I don't know what part of the fact that my girlfriend wants you to fuck her you didn't understand. - He said as soon as Michael opened the door and entered the dorm without being invited.

Michael's eyes widened in shock as he walked in behind him as the door slammed shut behind them both.

-W-What do you mean by that? - Michael stammered in bewilderment.

-She wants you to fuck that pussy. - Martin rolled his eyes as he looked at Michael's wall. - Got it? Fuck her until she screams.

-Dude, I'm not going to fuck your girlfriend. - Michael said, blushing, looking at the floor, trying to hide the erection that was forming in his pants just at the thought of fucking Y/n.

-Damn, you're hard just from hearing me talk about her, aren't you? - Martin bit his lips in a mischievous smile making Michael blush even more.

-N-No. - Michael's eyes widened. - I swear I've never looked at your girlfriend like that.

-I know you looked man. - Martin laughed looking at the ceiling. - And it's okay.. no problem at all, I don't mind sharing that hot pussy.

-You shouldn't talk about her like that. - Michael blushed, starting to get irritated by the crazy and disrespectful stranger in his room.

-She doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it. - Martin rolled his eyes. - We both share it, and she also doesn't mind if I eat another girl every now and then.

Suddenly a light knock sounded on the door followed by Y/n's sweet voice calling Michael's name, making his eyes widen and Martin smile widely.

-It's her! - Martin ran towards the closet leaving Michael stunned. - Don't tell her I'm here, or that I came here... just... just eat her pussy already!

Michael stood there without moving for a few moments before he walked mechanically to the door and opened it, his face red and still slightly shocked.

-Is everything okay Michael? - Y/n sounded worried and he just nodded positively letting her in while his eyes fixed on her thighs exposed by the very short skirt.

Michael could barely teach Y/n that session, his gaze wandering from Y/n's tits to Y/n's thighs and then to the closed closet door. He could barely hide his own erection anymore and when Y/n looked him in the eye and asked with those beautiful red lipstick lips if everything was okay, he practically begged.

-Can I fuck you? - The smile that appeared on Y/n's face made his cock tingle.

-Of course you can. - She nodded, already taking off her thin blouse and leaving her breasts bare before his hungry eyes.

-Have you ever seen tits before Michael? - She asked very sweetly and he denied it with his eyes glazed over at her.

Y/n then took off her skirt and panties, slowly opening her legs for his animalistic gaze.

-And a wet pussy just for you? - She sighed, running her fingers through the slit and pulling the moisture to her clitoris. - Have you seen it before?

Michael just shook his head once more, completely enchanted by the sight before him, momentarily even forgetting about Y/n's freak boyfriend hiding in the closet.

-You can touch me Michael. - She moaned, looking at him as she slowly masturbated for him. -I want you to touch me.

And Michael did what he had been wanting to do for a long time. He lay between her legs and sucked a pussy for the first time in his life. It was incredible. Her taste was divine and he wanted to suck her until he died while she pulled him by the hair and moaned his name, begging for more.

He was clumsy and had no technique, but Y/n was loving it anyway since his desire to suck her off overcame everything else.

-Oh Michael, more, more. - She pulled him closer and closer. - Fuck me. Put your cock inside me.

Michael almost came in his pants after that, it took all his strength of mind not to let it happen.

And afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it a second time, he quickly undressed and without thinking about anything else he penetrated her, moaning with contentment as he felt her pussy pressing against him.

Y/n moaned and whimpered as she scratched his bare back. And unable to contain herself any longer with her wet and tight heat around him, Michael came inside Y/n, almost crying with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation never felt before, not being able to be compared to cumming in one's own hand not even in a million years.

And when he fell next to Y/n's trembling body, the closet door opened and Martin came out, his eyes dark with desire as he massaged his own cock. Michael felt his whole body burn with shame as he pulled the bed sheet to cover some of his nakedness. Y/n barely seemed to care, still lying on the carpet, panting.

-What are you doing here baby? - He asked still panting.

-I came to make sure you got what you deserve, but now I need a round too. - He said lying on top of her still dressed only with his pants open and fucking his own cock into Y/n's sensitive pussy that was still leaking with Michael's cum.

-So fucking wet and hot. - He growled, fucking her roughly. - What a delicious pussy you have, my love.

And seeing Martin fuck her in that shameless way before his eyes while Y/n moaned and asked for more, Michael felt himself harden once more and squeezed his own cock under the blanket.

-Let me return the favor. - When Y/n realized she just smiled mischievously and pulling the scarf brought her mouth to his dick. And Michael thought he would die right there.

As Martin fucked her Y/n moaned against Michael's cock, and with the waves of pleasure growing bigger he came a second time in Y/n's mouth who swallowed it all with a smile, then arched her back and rolled her eyes as she came on Martin's cock, who biting her neck tightly came in Y/n's pussy.

The three of them lay panting on the carpet, and Martin turned to Michael with a lazy smile on his face.

-I told you to fuck her, idiot.

Good morning to me, hot damn! 10/10, no notes anon. Thank you for the gift, and for allowing me to share it! I'm glad my late night tired ramblings inspire some folks /gen

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

*steps on stage nervously*

Uhh.. umm. Uhhhhh

Spidey Academy AU!!

Like Xavier's School for Gifted Children, Miguel - a Spider-person fond of kids, opened a Spidey-Science Academy, for the Spidey-people of the universe

It's not like a high school. There's five years and the years are not really sorted by age - but by experience.

So Hobie would be a year 3 - a middleclass-man

Pavitr is a year 1 - a freshman

And the classes, are all based on honing your Spider-powers and senses.

There's assignments, things you have to take home and do.

They're give you a fake evil Doc Ock chip and have you decode it and make it good again (like Peter in No Way Home).

Or they ask you to stop a petty robbery without using your webs. You have to bring in the Daily Bugles article on you the next day and they grade you on that.

(Hey say what you want but Jonah reports the facts he just talks a lot of shit)

Any class a Spider-person needs, they have.

You name it-

Home Ec? No. Sewing and Suit Repair Class

Gym? No. Swinging & Strength Endurance

Science? ALL ADVANCED. Freshmen's take Advanced Spider-biology and have to learn ALL the different Spider-variations and illnesses Spider-people can get. Multiversal Physics.

All of the honor classes are FULL.

There's also other helpful ones like Firefighting Training and Sign Language (both mandatory), hence how Insomniac!Miles is completely fluent in ASL.

Oh - also. Because Miguel is such a tight-ass -

UNIFORMS. Sweater vests over pants or shorts. (No skirts cause they still be upsidedown and shit)

You have to bring your mask everyday. It's like your ID card

y'all ever had that? Like y'all needed an ID to get into school and if you didn't have it they charged you? Like money? My school did that we also had metal detectors like the airport I'm so deadass this was just a normal public school - I'm getting distracted, anyway-

Of COURSE Ms.Jessica Drew is Assistant Principal. OF COURSE she also teaches Advanced Combat and Strategies class.

And YES she's a hard-ass grader. Has never given a 100% in her life. On some 'This was the best thing I've read in my entire teaching career but you forgot to indent on paragraph 5 so 99%'

She doesn't give a fuck about your GPA!!!

Unlike Mr.Peter B. Parker.

He makes people call him 'Professor PB'. He wants to be the cool teacher.

His classroom is SO FUN during lunch time. Probably runs the anime and manga club. He's that really nerdy teacher that you don't expect to be like "I know what anime is! I grew up on Dragon Ball 😁

His class are always fun but SO chaotic. Still wears sweatpants sometimes. He's the Science teacher.

And every year they take class photos and there's a Spidey homecoming where everyone parties on the walls in cute outfits.

CAN YOU SEE IT?

Swinging Team instead of Track and Field???

CAN YOU IMAGINE IT?

MIGUEL AS PRINCIPAL???

LYLA BEING THE LOUD SPEAKER ANNOUNCER?

[brilium]

❥ K I N K T O B E R 2 0 2 3

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❥ DAY 16. Public Sex! with Satoru Gojo

Summary. Satoru Gojo has an arranged marriage since before his birth, and today is the day to impress each other’s family before the wedding preparations start but you both don’t seem so excited for it so you find the way to go with it through the thin paper walls.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, oral (f. and m. receiving), face cumming, praising.

Word count. 1,436.

MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Both of your families were expecting for this moment, Satoru’s turning 28 would mean that your arranged marriage would finally start running on the preparations for it.

You’ve known all your life about this arranged marriage, even before you both were born it was decided, you’d have to marry the head of the family that has passed the technique of the Infinite for generations. And was he even born with the Six Eyes? Your family was crying of happiness from getting the damn lottery.

There were so many high expectations, right?

And you both weren’t the best well behaved since like… Forever.

While both of your parents were talking in the room beside yours, drinking tea and pretending to get along with each other as they try to ignore the table grinding and the sound of your lips pulling away to slam again against each other with sighs and groans in between.

In a traditional Japanese house with sliding doors made of thin paper, it’s harder to keep a secret than in any other place, but you both don’t care about the bare minimum shit as you make out on the tiny table.

“Gojo, the tea is spilling, Fuck— O–On the floor.” You whine, pulling his hair softly while his lips suck on your breast as his tongue swirls on your small bud getting hard with his stimulation.

“Yeah— Your tits are also dripping with my spit, and they look so fucking gorgeous, let it be.” He chuckles, squeezing the other breast with his hand as he keeps sucking on your chest.

You arch your back, giving him more access as his hands travel down to your waist to hold you as his hips move softly between your spreaded legs to stay closer. 

The stupid formal clothes that you had to wear for the meeting are now ruined; your white buttoned shirt is now on the floor covered with the tea that fell, and your pencil skirt, carefully tightened to your legs, was on your waist all wrinkled to give him access between your thighs.

One of the parents on the other side clears their throat, calling for your attention, but that just makes him smile wider as he pulls back from your chest with a loud click.

“What? We’re getting along pretty well. Don’t we?” He smiles before thrusting his crotch against your clothed cunt, making you whine as you throw your hands over your head to hold the table to be pushed with his hard thrusts.

You’re only feeling his hips hitting you with the layers of clothes stopping you, but still, it feels so fucking good with every thrust.

“Y–Yeah!” You answer with an unsteady voice thanks to his movements, tapping his arm softly to call for his attention and putting your finger between your lips to tell him to shut up.

“Oh! You want me to shut up?” He asks loudly and you swear at him in a whisper while gets on his knees in front of the wet spot on your underwear, he rubs his finger up and down in circles before grabbing the sides of the panties to slowly pull them down along your legs. 

Once he has taken it off completely, he looks at the blue lingerie with amusement before shoving them in the pocket of his pants.

“Gross.” You spit, breathing hard as his breath starts to hit against your folds.

“Oww, come on! Just say that they remind you of my eyes” He blinks with those long white eyelashes that make you roll your eyes. “Speaking of that, make sure to look at my eyes, okay?”

You huff, letting out a guttural moan when his lips slam again your folds to start sucking the first drops of your fluids starting to drip down. This time, at the other side they slam the cup harshly against the small plate and Staoru laughs against your sensitive part, sending electric waves on your body.

As he said, you try to hold his gaze as his mouth moves between your thighs like he’s being starved for a year. And those damn blue eyes are almost also eating your whole body while his mouth focuses on your wet folds, his hands grab your thighs to squeeze them and keep your legs spreaded as his jaw moves up and down.

“G–Gojo…” Your chest goes up and down heavily, feeling how his tongue swirls inside and travels up flatly on the entrance to reach your clit and give it quick licks. 

“Don’t say that” He speaks against your sensitive cunt, his husky voice resonates on every inch of your hot body. “Say my name, say the name of your fiance, c’mon. Show our parents how much trust we already have in each other.”

You deny with your head, grabbing his hair between your hands to keep him there even if he tries to pull away. His mouth feels so good, you don’t want to miss any second of this.

Satoru moans at the feeling  of your harsh hold on his hair, his cheeks blushing slightly as his mouth eats you with hunger. His hands hold tight on your thighs as his head finally sinks between them, sucking every drop and circling his tongue on your painful clit.

“Sa–Sato—” You cover your mouth with both hands as your moans start to become harder to hide, you let them out without care as your legs shake uncontrollably at his sides as your orgasm hits you. Your body trembles in rage thanks to his hold to keep you steady as his mouth tries to drink every drop.

You keep trembling on the table, feeling the remains of your orgasm while he pulls back, cleaning his shining mouth and jaw as you hear the sound of his belt falling to the floor. Satoru startled slightly when you got off from the table with stumbles, pushing him softly to sit on the floor as you kneel in front of his length exposed for you.

“Ohhh, we’re getting better now.” He chuckles, caressing the back of your head while you sigh, passing your lips slowly through his tip to take it slowly on your mouth. “Y–Yes, so much better.”

He groans, still playing with your hair as you swirl your tongue along his veins and tip, you pull back with a “Pop!”, spitting on it and passing the mix of drool and precum up and down with your hand giving him firm strokes. Satoru closed his eyes, throwing his head back as you took him again.

“S–So good to me, such a pretty fiance.” He smirks, hearing the murmurs behind the paper doors, he’s feeling his balls tensing with every time that you push a little too far and you gag around him.

The discussion of your parents on the other side turns him even more hornier as he grabs your head with both hands to push you against his base with every gag as your hands grab his thighs for support, touching slightly his balls and making him let out a broken moan.

Your throat hugs him so well, and his view goes white as he feels a familiar tickle on his stomach as you feel a salty taste on your mouth as your eyes start to tear up, and the wetness between your legs drips more than in your previous orgasm.

A voice screams on the other side, slamming the door to the side and getting the view of Satoru pulling your head away as he gives himself a few pumps until his cum jumps all over your face and mouth.

You turn slightly at the open door with Satoru, his cum is on all your face while he smirks pleased and hugs your neck to bring you against his chest and hide your face.

“We’re getting along, don’t we?” He says, trying to use a calm tone.

“B–But this—"

“Shut up,” Satoru uses a firm tone that even makes you jump in your place. “You want a peaceful marriage, don’t you? Then shut up and let me get along with my fiance.”

They mumble something before walking out with big stomps. As they get away, he grabs your face to look at you as you look at him with anger.

“I hate you.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” He winks at you as you feel him getting hard again under you and you whimper. He leans close to your ear and whispers with a low voice. “Who would say that a Zen’in would suck cock so well, let’s see if your pussy is as good as your mouth.”

[fairyofshampgyu]

i love himbo ! gyu so much tbh like it's brainrotting me ngl 💔

I ONLY JUST SAW THIS NOW FOR SOME REASON SORRY BUT OMFG YES HIMBO GYU 😩😩😩 I think about him all the time especially after your himbo gyu headcanons you really brainrotted me hard 😪 everything you said was so true bro ‼️No but that picture you used as your header always reminded me of frat boy himbo gyu as well like !!😩 so now i think we need to talk about himbo gyu more or I’ll explode.

Okay but also look at these pictures like he also looks like a frat boy himbo here hsfhfjdh

Anyway himbo ! gyu being so damn obvious with his crush on you whilst thinking he’s subtle but every time you’re in the room he’s staring at you like a hawk and not paying attention to a single thing his friends are saying, his friends asking him a question but he’s completely zoned out daydreaming of you lmao and yet he’s also so oblivious to your crush on him somehow when you’ve been straight out FLIRTING w him he just doesn’t seem to get it 😭

Gyu when you guys finally start dating being the clingiest bf ever he’s literally like a golden retriever or a lovesick puppy for you like he’s so down bad and once he’s finally forced you to cuddle him at the most unconventional times, he literally will not let you leave him for hours whining so loudly if you let go 🙄🙄

Complaining when you do work and never doing his own, luring you in by promising ‘study dates’ and that he will fr study this time but he won’t shut up talking about random shit and distracts you sm and asks for like 50 kisses 15 minutes into the session

ALSO HES SUCH A PERVVV and he’s such a thigh and ass man omg he will not leave them alone but bc he’s so dumb for them, you can use it to your advantage and tease him so bad 😌 like one time he’s just walking on campus and you run up to him and hug him and say hi then do a little twirl in a extremely short skirt or revealing outfit and bro has already malfunctioned and gotten hard 😪 begging you both to just skip class and go back to your dorm to which you dramatically gasp at like “you’re such a perv beomgyu omg.. !🫢😰🤨🤨 I’m just wearing a cute nice innocent outfit tf”

When that was literally your devious 😈 plan all along LMFAO TO TORTURE HIM AND GO CRAZY OVER YOU

He’s begging and pleading so bad but you force him to go to his class and he’s texting you in his class as soon as he’s in there saying he can’t focus bc all he can think of is you but he never focuses in class anyway 🙄

So you send him a few innocent pics in his lecture 🤭… maybe of your skirt ridden up a bit, plush thighs on full display and your panties

HE GOES INSANE, sending you keyboard smashes and saying he’s “fr DYING rnaBAJFKDJ<$*) STOP DONT DO THIS TO ME Y/N HSJFJ IM GOING TO DIE AND EXPLODE” he’s literally so painfully hard in his lecture lmfao but you tell him to pay attention

When his class finally ends he practically pounces on you dragging you to his dorm 😭 and now you’ll have to care of the mess you made of him, fucking your baby so dumb <3

Beomie’s got a big cock but dumb baby doesn’t know how to use it himself you have to help him :( so pretty but can’t use his pretty little head of his all the time

Call him a dumb puppy and he’ll literally whimper and cum in his pants right there he loves it sm, pull on your dumb puppy’s hair as well

Yes, he’s a bit ditzy but he’s def not dumb when it comes to eating you out though like you said, he could literally stay there forever and he’s so pussy drunk for u, pretty lips and tongue so good at fucking you and sucking your clit, big dumb pretty eyes looking up at you, he’s always begging you to sit on his face like he loves eating you out whilst you sit on his face and gripping on your plush thighs as he whimpers and whines underneath you it’s literally his favourite thing

Pretty but no brains or maybe he just puts the act on a lot more just bc he knows how much you like it and go crazy when he doesn’t know what to do and looks at you with his dumb puppy eyes, he’ll use it to his advantage as well to get what he wants, he’s still a major spoilt brat 😒

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Kinktober Day 8 / JFW Day 158 🔞

Prompt: Voyeurism

Tags: Masturbation, public sex, Chanlix don’t know Jake is watching

A/N: This is based off this entry. Also @simjs-alibi this is for you

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” Felix suggested, looping his arm through Chris’s and weaving their way through the crowd. Jake knew he shouldn’t follow them. They could spot him at any time. He tried to give them enough space that it wouldn’t look like he was following the couple even though he was very much following them. Felix wasn’t dressed like that just to take Chris somewhere to talk. Jake watched as Felix took Chris into one of the back lounge rooms. He carefully positioned himself in the shadow of the door so, in theory, they wouldn’t see him if they checked to see if someone was watching.

“So now that you’re officially single,” Felix slid into Chris’s lap, his long pale legs on either side of Chris’s thighs.

“Yeah?” Chris looked up at him.

“Maybe you can finally act on some of what you texted me. You know, all that ‘hypothetical’ stuff?” Felix leaned down making it harder for Jake to hear. He felt his cock stir to life. He heard something about Minho, Chris’s recent ex, and best friend.

“And yet you’re the one who texted me that, hypothetically, you’d fuck me against a wall just to see if you could hold me up until we both came,” Felix sat up so Jake could hear him. “Or did you mean the one where you said you’d buy me expensive lingerie just so you could fuck me while I’m wearing it? You know, since Minho isn’t into that.”

Chris Bang was one dirty minded fucker. Jake loved it. He carefully reached into his pants to start playing with the tip of his dick. Chris pulled Felix’s head down and said something which only made Felix turn to kiss his cheek.

“Right now?” Chris asked.

“Wasn’t fucking me at a party and seeing if anyone noticed on that list, too?” Felix leaned back and looked at him. “Wait you meant fucking Minho at a party, but you just happened to send that to me.”

There was a beat of silence. Jake watched as Chris obviously considered what Felix said. Jake’s hand went deeper into his pants.

“Shut up and get on my dick, you whore,” Chris said. Felix cackled with glee, his drink still in his hand.

“That’s more like it,” he said. He lifted his hips up just enough for Chris to put his hand between Felix’s legs.

“What the fuck?” Chris looked up at him.

“That would be a plug. I knew you were going to fuck me so I decided to come prepared,” he took a sip of his drink and lifted his hips up even more. Jake pushed his underwear and pants down to release his cock. If someone walked down the hall, they’d catch him with his dick in his hand watching another couple fuck. Of course, this was a Jackson Wang party. Jake had seen far worse things in his one semester as a freshman at Jackson’s parties.

“Fuck,” Chris crashed their lips together.

“I can’t sit on your dick if it’s still in your pants,” Felix pulled back. Chris fumbled to get his jeans open. Felix watched with thinly veiled amusement as Chris finally got his cock free.

“Lube?” Chris asked.

“What? You think I put that plug in dry?” Felix gave him a look.

“Oh,” Chris said.

“Yeah, oh,” Felix replied. He set his drink down on the arm of the couch and sat down hard on Chris’s dick. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You look…so hot…that skirt…those panties…fuck…” he panted.

Panties? Felix was wearing panties? Jake had to stop himself from nutting on the spot.

“I took notes on what you said you liked. I wasn’t about to walk in here in sweatpants when I found out you were freshly single,” Felix nipped at Chris’s jaw. At the moment, Jake was very happy he’d decided to wear sweatpants.

“You did this for me?” Chris stared.

“You really are dense,” Felix rolled his eyes. He began grinding his hips and Chris made a choking sound. “How awful was your sex life that a little squeeze gets you?”

“We haven’t…had sex much…lately,” Chris gasped.

“What a shame. You’ve got a spectacular cock,” Felix kissed him. Jake hadn’t seen Chris’s cock, but he knew Felix’s reputation and he was probably sitting on an excellent cock right now. Chris put his hands under Felix’s top then froze and looked up at Felix.

“Surprise,” Felix grinned.

“Have you always had these?” Chris asked.

“Long enough that if you decide to play with them it won’t hurt. At least, not in the bad way,” Felix replied. Jake was furiously pumping his cock by this point, but at the same time didn’t want to come until they did.

“Take your shirt off,” Chris said.

“Wouldn’t that spoil the fun of not getting caught?” Felix leaned over and took a sip of his drink.

“I said take your fucking shirt off,” Chris growled.

“Aren’t we bossy?” Felix replied. He pulled off his top and Chris immediately took one of his nipples into his mouth. Nipple piercings. That’s what stopped Chris in his tracks. That was even sexier than Jake expected.

“Fuck,” Felix dropped his head back and started riding Chris harder.

“Did you want to tempt me with these, too?” Chris asked.

“No, but it’s clearly working to my benefit,” Felix replied. Chris took the other ring in his mouth and tugged. Chris said something, but Jake couldn’t hear him.

“Only sluts have their nipples pierced?” Felix asked sweetly.

“Why else would you get them other than for someone else to play with?” Chris bucked his hips up into Felix’s. The smaller boy grunted.

“Maybe I liked how they looked,” he suggested.

“Bullshit,” Chris held Felix’s hips in place and began fucking up into him. Jake was convinced his cock was going to be completely raw by this point. A few moments later, Chris came loud and hard. Jake finally let himself go, releasing come all over his hand and pants. He bit down on his fist to stay quiet as he watched Felix come in Chris’s lap. Jake noticed a bathroom further down the hall and quickly ran in there before they got up. As he wiped himself down as best he could, it mused this was the hottest thing he’d ever done.

[luvlyycy]

twin😋 we need to see Ed's cultural shock when he goes clubbing in america, it's 2000s night at the club, with his chubby reader. She's shaking her hips and twerking in the crowd of people and Ed can't help but to stare. Imagine if Ed has a problem with the idiot standing next to her bc he grabs her hips. I wanna see some bump and grind in the club😋

Bonus points if reader is wearing low rise pants/skirt and a thong. extra bonus points if reader has hipdips. (i fucking love hipdips) you get a brownie point if the thong song starts playing😋😋🫶🏼

DID I GET ALL THE POINTS??? ALSO I LOVE U FOR THIS IDEA THANKKSKSSSS RRRRAAGGGGG (theres no explicit smut in this but its vv suggestive i also recommend listening to the songs featured in the fic when they play cus it works lmao) enjoyyyy <3

Ed stifles a tiny yelp, his arm around your waist as he watches many individuals grind against each other in what seems like dancing, multiple girls bumping into his broad chest.

"are they all like this?" he yells over the bumping music, still astonished by your clothes, you giggle into him and nod yes as his finger dips underneath the thong peaking through your skirt. Ed makes a shocked face before laughing due to nervousness, he looks up again at all the people noticing the 2000's theme.

he finally realizes why you had him dress this way— white tanktop with black wings drawn on the back, along with baggy jeans, simple black bracelets adorning his wrists, silver chain around his neck.

the song 'peaches and cream' slowly coming to an end, fading into the next track on the songlist.

"....this song right here, is lettin' all the ladies know what guys talk about." the singer begins in the song, and Ed watches your face light up, handing your drink to him.

"this is my fucking song, Ed !!" you excitedly cheer, running onto the dance floor— putting a considerable amount of stress into Ed's soul because he thought your skirt was gonna ride up too high over your ass.

he stares at your body as you lift your arms in the air, swaying your hips to the bump of the beat, girls beside you cheering you on. he's quite literally in a trance, watching the soft bounce of your belly and the dips on your hips practically making hearts in his eyes.

you're even singing along with the song, "lemme see that thooonnngg !!! —" you yell a little more than you sing, back arching so you shake your plump ass, multiple girls mimicking slapping it.

what is with america? are all girls like this? what kinda club is this? he frowns when he notices all the guys looking at you, your sparkly lip gloss glistening in all the bright lights. you turn to him and call him on the dance floor, but he psyches himself out as he looks where you are—

men and women grinding against each other as if they were horny teenagers, all dressed with the same theme as well. he softly shakes his head 'no', he wasn't much of a dancer anyway. you tilt your head in confusion but continue to dance your heart out.

suddenly, a random guy wraps his hands around your waist, sliding against your soft tummy, resting on your hips. you turn back, expecting to see your boyfriend— seeing a mediocre man compared to who you belonged to. he smiles politely as he begins to dance along with you, hips rolling into your behind to the song. Ed's face contorts with anger as he slams both of your drinks onto the counter, non-alcoholic unlike the stupid asshat in front of him.

Ed stomps over, upper lip twitching upward similar to Balrog when he gets angry. he places his hand flat on the guy's shoulder, causing him to jump— Ed leans closer, head tilting upwards as he looks down at the brown-haired idiot.

"fuck ya doin', hah? can't keep your greasy hands to yourself?" he's close enough to where he doesn't have to raise his voice too much so the guy can hear him. he listens to the guy stutter, hands immediately being thrown up in surrender, "i-i didn't see you, man. i swear!" Ed lets out a soft 'tch' before just simply pushing the dude back, causing him to stumble into his friends— eyes softening as he looks back at you.

you look up at him, smiling before giggling out, "what a weirdo, right?" you lean closer so he can hear you— "yeah, he's an asshole for sure." .

suddenly, the song switches— beat slow as it starts out, "....welcome to my sex room...." Ed laughs at the audacity of the lyrics before you begin to grind on him to the slow beat, his hands flying to your hips— carressing the way your skin dips.

you turn around and grind your ass on his crotch, back arching as you place your hands on your knees— ass swaying side to side. Ed licks his teeth as he grinds into you as well, hand running down your back as he leans backwards to get a better view of you— his other hand dipping underneath your showing thong.

man, you gotta take him to more clubs.

[katakosmos]

hello primcess talk to me about rosier twins/macaulay twins parallel. and also the incest. lots and lots of incest.

you sent me this ask so casually, i imploded and wrote an essay about it. love you 🤲

so, i would like to start with pandora, because for me she is the reincarnation of camilla. i must admit that pandora started to take shape in my head after reading the secret history, so they have many similarities. what immediately struck me about camilla was her mysteriousness; because we know nothing about her except for what richard tells us, and he focuses particularly on her physical appearance.

"Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club, must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth, and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvellous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem. In many ways she was as cool and competent as Henry; tough minded, and solitary in her habits, and in many ways as aloof."

one aspect that camilla definitely has in common with pandora is her being apparently sweet, angelic and delicate. even if camilla is more often described as almost masculine (because she's very similar to her brother) it's clear that both she and those around her are well aware of her femininity. she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem. her being a woman masks her true nature (which is what, in the end, makes her part of that group, a boy's club); but, while camilla's femininity is perceived as natural and spontaneous, the femininity that pandora transmits is enormously forced.

she uses her beauty and the desire she inspires in those around her with great subtlety and cruelty. not only does her femininity change the perception others have of her and hide her true identity: she wants to appear the opposite of what she actually is. she has very long hair, she only wears skirts and dresses (no one has ever seen her in pants, except evan), she also wears makeup, smiles often and acts all sweet. and yet, she has a strong personality and a very sharp mind, even if it isn't at all evident.

another difference is that camilla seems to simply exist in the group, and she has a secondary/background role (fuck you richard). instead it's impossible to ignore the presence of pandora in the group formed by her, regulus, barty and evan. she's the center of it, the most important element: the boys would give their life for her without thinking twice. she's pampered and protected by everyone, even if the only one who completely falls into her trap is barty (a perfect richard) who sees her only as a beautiful girl to have the worst fantasies about.

her central role depends heavily on evan. he's objectively the most mysterious and interesting person in the group (a sort of henry) and, even if he voluntarily prefers to close himself off and leave the role of protagonists to his friends, he builds the group dynamics.

i can't imagine evan completely as charles, but one thing they definitely have in common is violence and the desire for obsessive control and possession over their twin. charles's anger develops as a result of bunny's murder, throughout the book he's described as mostly calm. i've already talked about it, but for me evan has been a victim of a constant need for violence all his life, and he suffocates it until he simply explodes. however, if he finds himself in stressful situations like charles, he's also unmanageable. he controls his anger as he controls every aspect of his life, including his sister (and, being so close, pandora is often a victim of his mood swings).

(speaking of mood swings, i realize i often portray evan as a horrible person, but when he's not going crazy he's honestly kind and good, especially with pandora. he loves her with all his heart, and this deep feeling often causes uncontrollable emotions like desire and possession. but caring for pandora is the most natural thing for him. like charles: he hurts camilla several times, but when she gets hurt at the lake he's so scared that he can't even help her ← thanks beth for reminding me of this).

now, one thing that certainly shines through in the incestuous relationship of the macaulay twins is coercion. it seems to us, and it's probably the truth, that camilla is forced by charles to indulge his desires. instead, i believe there was a long period in the lives of the rosier twins where they both started an incestuous relationship voluntarily. evan and pandora grew up in an almost unapproachable environment and, during their teen years, they always detached themselves from everyone. they knew romantic love, but there was no one else they could pour it on other than their own twin.

i've talked about this a bit here, but i like to think that pandora and evan hated the idea of growing up and changing. and this was a start of their twincest, the inability to accept a more detached and healthy type of relationship.

charles doesn't seem to care about the unhealthy nature of his relationship with his sister, and it's something he shares with evan. while camilla realizes it right away, pandora takes a while but there's a moment when she too realizes she wants a different life. and both of them, even if they start to please their brothers under constraint, don't suffer so much because they're forced, but because they're ashamed of it. they are ashamed of being trapped in an incestuous relationship: they are not scared of their siblings' behavior, but they are madly afraid that the people around them might know what is really going on.

despite the love they feel for their twins, both camilla and pandora eventually decide to take their lives into their own hands and run away, without looking back. and they both manage to get what they want, even if it's fleeting, temporary.

in conclusion, this is so confusing (and it's more of a comparison than a parallel). i could say so much more if only i had a copy of this book, because fun fact: when i read the secret history, i bought it and annotated it as a birthday present for one of my friends, so i don't own a single copy of that book.

if anyone reading this has anything to say or add, please share it with me 😣😣

btw: you don't know what i would do to know the story from camilla's point of view...

[yanderu-deredere]

LMAO that anon is SO innocent bc my first thot when i heard about the train system is which yandere oc would definitely fuck their darling on the train

a/n: hey u kno sometimes it just be like that lmaooo! this is the anon post that they're talking abt

not a lot of them would ill be forreal with you for one reason or another (the biggest being only theyre allowed to see you like that) but have these two idiots who i think would be the most likely out of all my ocs

warnings: reader is gender neutral but leaning feminine becos they're wearing a skirt, but gender neutral pronouns! and no mentions of specific parts, public sex but like incognito LOL word count: 922

yeong-bae kigal ★ soren kumar

You frowned as you were pushed flush against Soren's chest with Yeong-bae pressed against your back. It wasn't uncomfortably hot or unbearable but the way your body kept bumping back and forth between them was a tad irritating.

You knew what it meant to date a couple of famous performers so you didn't complain when they had to 'go incognito' sometimes on dates. However, this was just pushing it.

They explained that they couldn't take any of the cars because they were too identifiable, that the fans and the paparazzi could easily find you just from the make and model alone.

So, that was why the three of you were stuck on a train car that was stuffed to the brim, everyone pushing and pressing against each other.

You could at least be thankful for the fact that both your partners were overprotective and that they preferred you blocked away from the crowd by their rather tall and lanky bodies. You were sandwiched in between them, as far away from any strangers as possible.

That eased a bit of your annoyance but not much.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt Yeong-bae's arms wrapping around you a bit more tightly. You also felt them nuzzle their face into the crook of your neck, their lips ghosting over your skin at first before pressing a bit more firmly.

Then, just as suddenly... Was that his teeth?

You made a questioning noise in your throat.

"Y-You… uh…" Yeong-bae muttered against your neck and you raised an eyebrow. However, when the train car rattled a bit and you pushed back into Yeong-bae, you understood completely.

You had been so focused on the crowd that you hadn't realised that you had pressed your ass against Yeong-bae's groin. You could feel their cock, hard and insistent, pressing against the crack of your ass, even through his pants and your underwear.

The noise in your throat immediately turned understanding. Both noises, of course, attracted the attention of your other partner. Soren turned away from the window behind you to you, his curious expression much more devious than yours.

"What's this?" Soren chuckled, his free hand cupping the back of Yeong-bae's neck, his fingers threading through their hair and gripping it tight "Something happened?"

Instead of answering, Yeong-bae just gripped onto you tighter, his hips stuttering as he tried his best not to grind against you. Because of the shaking train car, however, the only thing he succeeded in doing was rutting against your ass.

"Well, looks like you're giving our sweet partner a hard time, baby." Soren brushed his lips against your jawline, his velvety voice smooth in your ear "Why don't we help him out a bit, hmmm?"

Soren's other hand, which was settled on your hips, reached out behind you. You didn't hear anything but you felt the vibrations of Yeong-bae's zipper being pulled down.

Your eyes widened and you turned your head a little to stare at Soren, silently begging him not to make a scene in the middle of such a crowded train.

"Don't worry, nobody will notice." He chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours.

Yeong-bae apparently didn't have it in him to protest because all he did was sigh in relief against your neck, lips still tickling your skin.

You didn't know if the relief was because Soren would do something with their problem or because their cock had been released from where it was confined in their skinny jeans.

In any case, you could feel the heft of it in between your ass cheeks, even through your underwear. Understandable; you knew how big Yeong-bae was after all.

That thought didn't assure you though because the fear of getting caught was still burning in your veins.

Still, you tried your hardest to relax, knowing full well that there was nothing you could do once Soren made up his mind about something. The man was the most stubborn person you knew and, though Yeong-bae usually reeled him in, Yeong-bae's brain notoriously shut down pretty fast when they got horny.

All of that aside , you immediately tensed back up when you felt Soren's same hand move from Yeong-bae's cock to your underwear.

You huffed, squirming a little as if that would deter him, your hands on his upper arms gripping tighter and tighter. You muttered his name under your breath in warning but all you got in reply was a huffy laugh.

Before you could do anything else, you felt the tip of Yeong-bae's cock pressing against your entrance, the head parting your walls both painfully and deliciously.

"Fuck." Yeong-bae let a small punched-out moan, his voice sounding a bit too breathless for somebody who was just standing with his partner on the train.

You, on the other hand, hid your face into the crook of Soren's neck, whimpers leaving you a bit more freely than Yeong-bae's lips.

"Shhh, shhh, shhh." Soren pressed a kiss against your temple. "Nobody'll be able to see anything because of your skirt, baby, but they'll definitely think something's up if they hear you."

You nodded hastily, trying your best to hold back your noises. Part of you needed Yeong-bae to stay as still as possible. The other part of you wanted him to jack-hammer his cock into you until both of you came.

The latter was the smaller part, of course.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll just cockwarm Yeong-bae a little, hmm? Then we'll find the nearest love hotel, I promise."

You didn't know if you'd get that far.

[luvyeni]

hii i love your works!!! may i request brothers best friend trope with sunghoon?

CAN'T GET ENOUGH | PARK SUNGHOON

pairings. brothersbestfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader

wc. 1k+

warnings. unprotected sex , kitchen sex , dirty talk , name calling

i hope you like it <3

"i'm home!" you yelled out , closing the front door , sitting your things down , before making your way to the kitchen where you knew your brother would be. "as usual you're in the kitchen , eating everything you see." he scoffed , folding his arms. you noticed the other presence in the room , leaning against the counter.

he had been spending the past few days there and you were thanking whoever above that you wore a really cute outfit today. "hello sunghoon." you smiled sweetly , his eyes raked down your body , his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip. "hello y/n , you look nice today." you hummed , "i know."

"sunghoon bro , don't compliment her, it's gonna go straight to her big head." he reached out to ruffle your hair , but you quickly dodged it. "i'll kill you jake , i just got it done." he slapped his hand away. "you wore that to get your hair done?" you shook your head. "no i also went out on a date today, we went to get food."

sunghoon wanted to scoff so bad , he knew you were bluffing , you went to get food with your friends , he knows this because he helped you pick out this outfit before sneaking out of your bedroom that morning before your brother woke up. "was it fun?" sunghoon spoke up. "your date , did you have fun?" you could see his sly smirk.

"it was great , definitely will go out with him again." you looked him dead in the eyes. "i feel bad for him , he doesn't know that you don't actually look like that." jake snickered , you rolled your eyes. "fuck you." you went to swing at him , he quickly dodged it. "sunghoon keep a look out for the pizza , im gonna go shower , i still smell like the gym." your brother quickly ruffled your hair , running up the steps before you could hit him.

"i hate you!" you yelled , trying to flatten it. "i paid a lot of money for this haircut." you pouted , almost forgetting his presence , until he spoke up once again. "you're a shit liar." he chuckled , you turned on your heels. "he believed it didn't he?" you tilted your head to the side. "i guess." he made a come hither motion with his fingers.

you trotted over to him , he pulled your hips against his , holding your jaw forcing you to look him in his lustfilled eyes. "but i don't enjoy you trying to make me jealous." his voice deepened , his hand resting right above your bum. "we both know you didn't have a date today , do you not remember me helping you pick this outfit out this morning." he worked his way up your skirt. "i think it was right after i fucked you into your mattress."

your panties were definitely soaked by this point , and he knew that just by the way your thighs clenched together. "so needy already , did your date not fuck you?" you whined , he was fucking with you now. "sunghoon." he laughed. "what baby , im just wondering how did your date not fuck you , with this skirt you're wearing , i could just flip it up and fuck you." he flipped your bodies around , so now you were pressed against the counter , his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"i would know , i picked it out because that's all i could think about when i saw it." he whispered in your ear , biting your lobe. "su-sunghoon , please fuck me." you pushed against him. "be still." he held your waist , you could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling , your pussy producing more slick just from the sound of his pants falling to the ground.

he bent you over , slapping your ass. "fuck!" you yelped. "be quiet, unless you want your brother to hear me fuck your brains out." he let his cock spring out , pulling your panties down to your ankles. "youre pussy so wet , i barely did anything princess." he rubbed your folds with his fingers. "you're really such a slut for me aren't ya?" he lined his cock up with your cunt , pushing into your waiting hole , both of you moaning out.

"fuck , so wet." he grunted , slowly thrusting his hips. "slid right in." he grabbed both sides if your waist , pushing his cock in and out. "sh-shit , sunghoon." you moaned , gripping the counter. "so big." he smirked , smacking your ass. "you damn right , only my cock can satisfy you right?" you nodded.

"your pussy was made to take my cock only." he groaned , your pussy was gripping him like vice. "so fucking tight." he grabbed your hair , lifting you up , hitting a new angle. "fuck you're squeezing my dick baby , gonna cum hmm? " you nodded , unable to speak. "such a slut , letting your brothers bestfriend fuck you like a whore in your kitchen , anybody could see you , go a head , cum on my cock so i can cum in your pretty pussy like this morning."

he let you go , holding on to the counter as your body began to convulse , cumming hard around him. "o-oh fuck , fuck im gonna cum." his thrust began to get sloppy , his cum shooting into your womb. "fuuuuck." he threw his head back , sighing as he emptied himself inside you. "that's it take my cum like my good little slut."

he came down from his high , slowly pulling out your abused cunt , his cum leaking out , he quickly scooped it up , pushing it back into you. "keep it nice and warm for me." he kissed your cheek , pulling your panties back up helping you fix your skirt , before tucking himself away.

"awe your hair is so messed up." you pouted , slapping his hand away when he tried to fix it. "fuck you , i spent a lot of money on it." he laughed , kissing your forehead. "i'll pay for you to get it done again." you smiled , kissing him back.

"mph , no more kisses , im gonna end up fucking you again , and i think your brother is done his shower." you giggled , giving him one more kiss. "well we always have when he goes to sleep." you purred. "so insatiable , you still want me to fuck you , haven't i ruined you enough?" he pinched your ass.

"can't get enough of me can you?"

©️LUVYENI

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Heyyyyy! You can totally ignore this 🙏🏻 but as someone who’s now read most of what you wrote for Joel and enjoyed (!) it, I was wondering if you ever had to justify to yourself the topics you are writing about. I know it’s a fantasy that doesn’t reflect supporting those narratives irl. But do the topics affect you in any way while writing or do you not let it have any hold of you? I’m sorry this is so serious but you are the first fic writer dealing with this stuff that I actively read (after roughly 15 years of reading/writing fanfic) so I’m asking in good spirits and mean no harm or negativity. All the best and I wish you many more successful stories 🙏🏻🌻 ty for the great reads!!

Okay, I’m nervous to answer this one.  I hope the answer doesn't upset you because that's not at all my intent.  I'm only gonna answer a Q like this once, so fuck it we ball . Only read this if you're comfortable with all of my work.

A few weeks ago, I was talking to my personal trainer about this, and it just so happens that his husband is a sex therapist. Kink friendly, and I know they swing, so that put me at ease and I got in touch with him. Also drug friendly which is good because I had to get high before my first appointment bc I was nervous lol.   Random, but when I got there, I found out he also shares a waiting room with a massage parlor, so that's kinda cool too.  

First Appointment: Idk how many waivers I had to sign but I didn't read a word of them.  Let’s call him Dr. Rock  for short - When Dr. Rock came out to get me, I shouldn't have been surprised given his husband is a PT, but this guy was super imposing, like muscles making his arms stick out from his body.  At the first appointment, he wanted to know some of my specific characters and stories, which I didn't expect.  I was a little shy about that at first, but he kinda coaxed it out of me and listened really attentively.  He even took a few notes which made me nervous at first, but he didn't ask any judgmental questions.  I felt good when I left, but the next week I was still a little nervous to come back just in case he was waiting until the second session to spring any "concern" on me. 

Second Appointment: When I showed up for the second session, he didn't come get me from the waiting room. I was the last appointment of the day and he was running behind, catching up on paperwork, and the receptionist said I could go on back. I walked into his office and it reeked of weed. And he had already taken off his shirt and was wearing a tight undershirt. Okay, Dr. Rock is cool.  He invited me to sit at his desk that time instead of the sofa, and I worried it was a bad sign, but it turned out that’s just where the ashtray was.  Dr. Rock  lit up an actual joint, took a puff, then tried to hand it to me.  I declined, I guess I was just flustered.  Kinda smoothed my skirt then sat back down.  He put the joint down in the ashtray, I thought that’s that. 

Then he lunged across his desk, took my head in both his hands, and brought his mouth about an inch away from mine.  I opened my mouth, totally frozen, and he exhaled into it.  Yeah, Dr. Rock shotgunned me.  Then I looked down, and what was he wearing with that tight-ass shirt?  PJ pants.  Coincidence?  Wasn’t sure, until he said “yeah, there’s my bad girl.  You couldn’t sign those waivers fast enough, could ya?” He slid across his desk, Saved by the Bell style,  I stood up to not get knocked over.  He walked over and double-locked his office door.   I must've been beet red.  Like almost too mortified to be turned on, until he got right up against me and he was hard. I walked backwards to the couch and he pinned me on it.  

I was like, “Uh, is J (husband) cool with -” 

“Don’t you worry ‘bout him..” He started gnawing at my neck.  Shoved his hand between my legs.  And yes, yes I was.  He was like “Ohh yeah, you know you want it.  Let’s see how depraved you can be.”  He took off my panties, pulled down his waistband, railed me.  At first, I was kinda distracted thinking about if he was gonna ask me questions at the end and stuff, but he was actually really good and well equipped and I forgot all about it after a minute. He was like “Yeah, you want this cock, that’s why you came here in the first place. Hell, J prolly told ya how to get it.” I was speechless.  When he was close, he said “Lemme see those filthy fingers you’re always typin’ with.”  Then he came into both my hands.   

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Third Appointment:  Next time I came in, I was expecting to have a traditional appointment and have to talk about my feelings in the previous experience and stuff.  I was really nervous.  Once again, he didn’t come get me from the waiting room, and I was told to go back to his office.  But that time, he wasn’t at his desk or even in his office.  I sat on the couch - felt less like I was invading his Dr. space that way.  I was sitting there in his office, picking lint off my skirt, and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone his size lumber through the door.  

I did a double take - blue mechanic suit, popped collar. Triple take - Michael Myers mask, WHAT? My heart was beating out of my chest. I stood up as a reflex. He stood there wiggling his fingers at his sides almost imperceptibly. Then he pulled a knife out! He wrapped his hand around my throat, walked me into the wall, and just stood there.  He put the knife up to my throat and I kind of whimpered, and maybe he realized he went too far, because he threw the knife to the floor.  Then he just stood there holding me against the wall.  I was like, “Should I.. what do you want me to do?”  And he just tilted his head at me.  I looked down and sure enough there was a huge bulge in his jumpsuit.  So I went for it, I unzipped him.  He breathed heavily in the mask, then aggressively lifted up my dress and ripped open my stockings.  Then he railed me up against the wall. Didn't say a word the whole time.  Finished, left me there, didn't come back. 

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Fourth Appointment:  This was gonna be a little awkward because I had an appointment at the gym with J. right after my appointment with Dr. Rock.  I didn’t know how much Dr. Rock shared with J.  Dr. Rock was running behind again and I started getting nervous about making it to the gym in time to work out with J.  I texted J. to tell him I was running late, and he didn’t respond.  After waiting for like 30 minutes, I decided to leave because I didn’t want to miss my training session. 

I got to my car, started to unlock it, then heard, "Don't you fuckin' dare."  I turned around, and Dr. Rock was pointing a rifle at me?? My heart almost stopped. I think this was an actual rifle. I live in Texas so I wouldn't be surprised.   It was slung over his back with a strap and all.  I looked down and he was wearing boots and TACTICAL fucking JEGGINGS.  He put me over his shoulder  at first and started back toward the building and I was so nervous about the rifle swaying right next to my head. 

I said, "please, I can walk." 

"Alright, sweet pea but you better move those pretty legs." 

He put me down and manhandled me inside, NOT into his office, but into the massage parlor and threw me down on a DIRTY old massage table.  Here's the kicker - there were clients in this room.  A bunch of depraved men waiting for their happy ending.  He unbuckled his belt while making me pull down my pants and choose where I wanted him. Then he pounded me from behind and pulled me up against his chest.  He lifted my shirt and bra up so all the clients could see and degraded them while he fucked me. Like, "yeah this is what y'all came for innit? Buncha sickos.  Well she's not workin'.  Not this one. You won't fuckin see her again. Better jack it now while ya have the chance." He made the whole room of clients jerk off.    Then, when Dr. Rock  was about to come, he pulled out, pumped himself,  walked over to the nearest table, and came all over the client, who started sobbing.  Then Dr. Rock came back to my table and said "you did good, sweet pea" and left.  

When I got back to my car, I had a text from J. that said, “Get a good enough workout?”

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Sorry for answering your sincere ask this way, but thanks for the perfect opportunity to apply this concept. Hopefully an entertaining way of declining to get serious?

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18! OSOMATSU MATSUNO

Can’t stop thinking about him and so here’s a story based on a chat with 18! Osomatsu (character ai), the reader is curvy and fem.

Today is the day, the day you finally confess to your crush of three years. Osomatsu Matsuno, the school pervert, who’s also one of the notorious Matsuno sextuplets. It’s going to be hard, both the confession and the relationship but if you don’t now the chance will evade you and someone might beat you to the punch (they won’t but you don’t need to know that). The man in question is sitting under a tree, snoozing away after having finished his lunch. It’s time to buck up and make a move, good luck.

“Osomatsu?” Fingers fiddle with the stitching of your skirt as he opens one eye then immediately shoots up at the sight of a cute girl. “Heyyy baby~ how can I help you?” His face is as flirty as he can get it while still being gross but cute in a way. “I need to talk to you.” His mind is racing and his most of the thoughts going through his head are not a surprise for teenage boys. “Go ahead, beautiful, I’d listen to you all day.” Osomatsu attempts to wink but fails miserably, instead blinking awkwardly.

Holding your skirt gently you look down and bow lightly to show sincerity “I… I like you!” Something you didn’t expect happens, he stands, still and stiff, eyes wide and staring. He doesn’t say anything, instead trying to really comprehend what you just said. “So… you’d let me have-“ he stops himself for the first time in his life, not wanting to mess this up. “I like you too __” he pauses for a second. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”

At your nod he immediately hugs you tightly, not holding himself back from moving his hands downwards. When you gasp he whispers into your ear “If you like me that much then surely you want me right?~” pushing him away you explain that boundaries exist and he blinks twice. “That’s fine, I can wait baby. How about a date? Right now! let’s go do something, how about horse racing?” To your agreement, he grabs your hand and walks with you, his hand is a little sweaty but not too bad. “Are you cold? You can have my jacket!” Without waiting for an answer he removes it and puts it around your shoulders, it being a little small but he looks so happy.

On the way to your “date”, Osomatsu starts to get thirsty and stops by a vending machine. “Want anything babe?” When you say yes he will get two soda’s and hands one to you however things don’t go exactly to plan when you try to open the bottle and it sprays all over you, somehow missing Osomatsu completely. He bursts out laughing and tries his best to stop. “Damn honey, I’m so sorry. Here.” He takes some unused tissues from his backpack and wipes off your clothes as best he can, using the opportunity to wipe your breast and pants, he doesn’t even try to hide it but he doesn’t go too far with it.

“Let’s make a change in course, my brothers won’t be home so we can chill there, my mother will be out too.” Hesitantly you agree and he lights up, pulling you along. “This is going to be awesome!” He beams. When you his house he opens the door and takes off his clothes, grabbing his jacket off your back and running to the laundry before stopping and shouting back “Our room is upstairs on the left, my clothes are the ones at the very left of the closet, help yourself and change out of those wet clothes!” He throws the stuff in the laundry basket and waits outside the bathroom for you to finish getting changed.

When you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw drops. Your curves are extenuated by the tight hoodie and legs are shown because of the shorts you chose to wear. “Holy shiiiiiit, I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.” He kabedons you to the wall and kisses you hard then pulls away and puts his hands on your waist. “I am so fucking… I need… god you’re perfect.” The tent in his pants is very obvious and he’s finding it hard to hold back, however if you choose to he’ll absolutely take it further.