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I just now figured out why I prefer not to read from the viewpoint of my favorite character, but rather from the viewpoint of the ship partner I read about. It's simple, really. I just want my favorite characters to be worshiped the way they deserve, and the best way to do that is by reading the viewpoint of their shipping partner. I do prefer to read my favorite character's viewpoint, though, when I'm in the mood to read about them suffering. Or it's none shippy.
#many ships and character come to mind#zhongchi#birdflash#klance#merthur#joongdok#gratsu#aruju#there are actually more but these are all that come to mind due to me brainrotting about these the most#and more don't come to mind right now#sue me it's 2 am#i'm allowed to be tired#i also just now realized that i put almost all my favorite characters into the role of the bottom#whether it's dom bottom or not#i don't really care about who is topping who but i do have slight preference#i don't even know ehy when i often times only skim the smuty part due to it making me uncomfortable#just the penetrative part thouhh#i don't know why this part gives me the ick in particular#rant post#venting#oh i also really like#lukanette#daminette#callisto x penelope#and a bunch more
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i often see posts about soft and intimate aftercare towards subs, but ive always wanted to care for a dom after sex đ„č wanna pull them closer to me, cup the side of their face and kiss their nose while reassuring them that i loved everything they did. wanna gently wipe away any tears that might form when they look at the marks they littered on my skin, all while making sure to tell them i think they look beautiful on me. wanna help them if dom drop ever happens, saying gentle affectionate praises to them and whispering sweet nothings if they wish for me to. wanna reassure them that i dont see them as a sexual object, that id still love them if they werent in the mood for sex, that theres so much more to love about them that isnt just them being my dom. wanna snuggle up with them under the covers once theyre feeling better and just fall asleep in each others arms, all while theres a little smile on my face knowing my dom trusts me to take care of them đ„čđ
(he/him, op is a gay man.)
#casey â
mumbling#i love all of my dom followers and my dom mutuals so much đ„č#whether youre a soft or hard dom or somewhere in between ill still shower you in so much love đ#you all deserve it more than anything đđđ#gay nsft#gay ns/fw#ftm nsft#ftm ns/fw#mlm nsft#mlm ns/fw#queer nsft#queer ns/fw#trans nsft#trans ns/fw#mlm ftm#ftm mlm#gay ftm#ftm sub#ftm bottom#trans sub#trans bottom
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isagi is super shy at the start of ur relationship and super shameless a few years in
#aristotle.txt#all positions and whether hes subbing or domming hes just blatantly shameless#bottom isagi specially though he will actually beg for it. so cute?#i will eat him
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I think itâs notable that after episode one, we only see loustat sharing louisâ coffin. even before lestatâs is destroyed, lestat sneaks into louisâ coffin, even though itâs smaller, even though thereâs no reason why louis couldnât crawl in with him. their most intimate moments always take place in louisâ domain.
I think sex is one of the only parts of their relationship that louis feels he has control over. lestat always wants it, so louis always has leverage. he can withhold it as punishment or indulge as a reward. louisâ self denial hurts him too, but heâs used to it. unlike his hedonist husband, heâs mastered the art of repression.
louis and lestat are caught in a classic domestic drama, and lestat controls access to the world outside. heâs got the money and the mistresses and the ability to move through the world unencumbered by racism. louis only controls access to himself. withholding that access is the only way he knows how to assert his power.
thatâs why the sex scene in ep7 demonstrates how completely lost louis is in his relationship with lestat. heâs given up that last thread of control. heâs unable to deny lestat, even though it makes him uncomfortable to have claudia in his head during this intimate moment.
it all comes back to who really has the power â the one who desires or the object of desire. lestatâs desires drive their life, but ultimately, louis determines whether those desires are fulfilled. itâs the only leverage he feels he has.
#and this has nothing to do with who tops or who bottoms btw#this dynamic is at play whether you see louis as a pillow princess or a dom#(personally I believe he can be both)#louis de pointe du lac#lestat de lioncourt#loustat#iwtv
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Robin's the kinda guy (gn) to need reassurance after sex if they're the dominant one or the top.
#dol#degrees of lewdity#dol robin#robin the orphan#sub!Robin/Robin on the bottom: peppy and happy throughout sex regardless of whether they're bratting it up or just being good#dom!Robin/Robin on the top: cries afterwards while the two of you are cuddling#smth smth fear and anxiety around accidentally becoming the things they hate most about the town & needing reassurance#is this canon? not really no - but in my heart i know it's true
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so my new gender presentation is Joey and Amber
new mannerisms based on Joey
i think Joey a lot but Amber i guess if i need to be femme
but he's a prison-experience guy, a line cook, and a jersey guy, and it's not cool for a young person to copy that -- those associations don't actually help! but it's so fucking fun to swear and do the italian hand gestures and shorten words
he's nothing to me without being in love though, he's nothing without being soft for some younger adult
maybe i'll figure out why i like all these older guys
i guess~ ^-^
#i caught myself doing the italian hand gestures this morning#sometimes when your hormones fuck up it turns out your coping mechanism is a situationship to hold on to#honestly my favourite kind of relationships#i've been so đ about them for the last 4 days#am i seriously gonna find a dilf?? maybe. it only makes sense since i'm younger afab. but i'm gnc#maybe i won't find love unless i'm a 40 year old man who's got some power and authority and is like an outcast in some way#what's hard is not the 'man' part lmao it's probably building something so that i've actually got something going at 40#just kidding i believe in myself enough to know that i'll be alright -- don't know about *power* but i can bring competence#like not hitman agent 47 competent but alright#(clannibal diana47 whouffaldi jamber there's a thing i clearly have a thing)#now it just stands to question whether joey is a top or a bottom. SO FAR the older men have been service tops OR bottoms. no true doms#as in absolutely no old man's heart (so far from the first 3) is into actually dominating in bed#and joey's like not... 'cause he's only shouty because he's at work and he's running the ship you know? and it's a way to vent!
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im fucking begging y'all to learn the difference between top/vers/bottom and dom/switch/sub. please. puts my paw on you. promise you will.
#if you don't know: top/vers/bottom generally refer to whether or not u like being the one being filled or not#dom/switch/sub refers to how you want your sex partners to treat you. you can be a top sub or a dom bottom or a vers switch#or any other combination. but whether or not ur âon topâ does not invalidate dom/switch/sub preferences.#you can be underneath someone and still utterly control them and vice versa
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AND THEN THERE WERE THREEâŠ
NOTES â just saw challengers today and absolutely needed to write smth for these two! only used a gif of art because theres none of the two of them and almost none for patrick </3, iâm a little rusty with smut so bare with me
WARNINGS â 18+ content mdni, slight challengers 2024 spoilers, fem!reader, kinda dom!art, pure smut/little plot, art/patrick interactions, talk of previous art/patrick sexual encounters, spit play, oral (m receiving), tit sucking, dirty talk, mentions of anal, little bit of aftercare, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything!
REQUEST â Pls write a smut fic with reader and Art fucking in the hotel room (with Patrick watching) and reader asking if Patrick can join them and ofc Art canât say no because he finds the idea of this super hot. Maybe reader makes Art and Patrick make out like in the movie đ
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None of you were too sure how exactly this had started. You, Art, and Patrick had stumbled back into their hotel room after leaving the beach, each of you finding your own place to sit after Patrick opened up a beer, took a swig, and passed the can to you. Youâd taken a seat closer to Art, having naturally gravitated towards him more so than Patrick. And quickly, you and Art were making out, leaving Patrick to watch.Â
You blamed the beer. And the fact that you found both Art and Patrick incredibly hot. One minute youâre at a party, dedicated to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, and the next youâre sitting on the beach being invited back to the guysâ hotel room, and the next after that, Art is stripping you of your clothes while Patrick takes a seat leaned up against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.Â
âCan I-â He begins, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, desperation clear in his eyes. At your nod, Art quickly yanks your shirt over your head and immediately pulls your body flush against his. Heâs planting soft, wet kisses up and down your neck as his fingers work the back of your bra. His eyes widen the moment it drops to the ground.Â
Giving you a moment's glance he quickly sucks one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Feeling as though heâs neglected the other one, he pinches and tugs on the opposite nipple, smiling around the one in his mouth at the moans you let out.Â
âYeah, baby? You like this? Me with your tits in my mouth and my best friend jerking off while watching us?â
For a moment, youâd forgotten about Patrick. Your eyes shoot open, landing on him instantly. The sight of him, slouched against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his cock, with his eyes fixated on both you and Art. He looked so hot, you werenât sure how youâd forgotten that he was even there.Â
âMhm, âs hot.â you admitted, turning Arts face back to you, tugging his bottom lip back into your mouth. The blond pushes you back onto the beds that were pushed together - Patrickâs idea if anyone were to ask - and begins kissing up your stomach only stopping long enough to kiss each of your nipples. He grabs your face, pushing his fingers into your cheeks, making you open your mouth, before letting a large glob of spit fall from his mouth into yours.Â
âSwallow.â He smiles when you do so without complaint, even going as far as to look as if you wanted him to do it again.Â
Patrick moans at that, louder than before. Sure he and Art had messed around before, when they were both single and bored and needed a good fuck, that wasnât new, but hearing that commanding tone in the blonds voice sent a shiver down his spine.Â
âGod, that was hot.â Patrick sighs, laughing when Art gives him the finger.Â
âFuck off, Patrick.â Both of them know he doesnât mean it, if he wasnât wanted there, you or Art wouldâve said something, but you didnât. whether Art knew it or not, both you and he wanted him to stay, and keep watching.
At some point during that interaction, you werenât sure when exactly, Art had shed his pants and underwear. He was dragging the tip up and down your slit, up and down, stopping every few seconds to slap your clit with it. When your eyes finally landed on his length, it made your jaw drop. He was big, bigger than youâd seen before, he was long and girthy with veins running along the bottom of it.Â
He slowly slides into you, admiring the look of pure bliss on your face. Heâd never seen anyone look so angelic. The closest comparison he could make was how Patrick looked when heâd first given him a blow job. He wouldnât call the look on Patrick's face angelic perse, but it was hot, really hot. The reminder of that, and the way youâve begun clenching around him, spurs him into you. His hips snapping into yours, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. It was unlike anything either of you had felt before.Â
I want him to join.
You werenât sure that the words had actually left your mouth until the blond on top of you stopped his thrusts, looking into your eyes for a moment.Â
âThat what you want, baby?â He murmurs, kissing sloppily up and down your neck, shivers running through your entire body at his touch. His fingers falling to your clit, flicking at it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you forget that heâd even asked a question.Â
Almost.Â
âPlease,â Even in your fucked out state, you couldnât help but want more.Â
âCome on, Zweig. You heard her.â Patrick grins, hopping to his feet, although slightly hesitant. He wasnât sure where to go, or what to do. But his nerves dissolved the moment Art turned around, and gave him that look, one that he knew meant that everything would be okay. It meant that he just needed to get over himself and have a good time, everything would work out. After that heâs on the move towards you, giving Art a harsh slap to the ass as he goes past him, laughing when Art swats back at him.Â
Patrick all but flies onto the bed, having kicked his underwear off the moment he stood up, and his shirt is long gone, a mix of yours, his, and Arts clothes are scattered around the hotel room, sure to have lost at least one thing. But none of you had it in you to care, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth opens before heâs even fully on the bed, but he gets the message, quickly positioning his tip in front of your mouth, thrusting a few times before losing control and fucking your throat.Â
The three of you move in tandem for minutes, or maybe it was hours, Art would thrust into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers, while Patrick would be pulling himself out of your mouth at the same time. It felt as though this was a regular occurrence, as though it were normal. And god did you hope it would become a normal thing. The three of you, together, making each other feel good.Â
Tapping Patricks thigh lightly, you hum happily when he pulls out of your mouth, giggling at how quickly he begins to check and make sure youâre okay.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong? Are you okay? I didnât hurt you, did I?â The words come out of his mouth at lightning speed and itâs difficult for you to understand, but Art had and his thrusts slowed to a stop, hands leaving your body, giving you a questioning look as if repeating everything his friend had just said.Â
âIâm fine baby,â And then you say something neither of them could quite hear.Â
âGotta speak up for us, sweetheart. Canât do what you want us to do otherwise.â That comes from Patrick, Art nodding along with him.Â
âWant you two to kiss.â The words fly out of your lips and youâre suddenly shy, pressing your face into Patricks thigh, nipping at it softly.Â
Both men smirk at you before making eye contact with each other, giving a subtle nod.Â
âWell câmon man, you know how I like it.â
The combination of Arts words, his sudden thrusts and Patrick taking it upon himself to flick at your clit, push you over the edge. The power of your orgasm makes your legs shake, your mind empty of anything this isnât you, Patrick, or Art.Â
Theyâre still kissing, itâs all teeth and tongue and spit. Itâs messy, and it only stops long enough for Arts mouth to fall open, moans spilling out as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of his come flooding your insides, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock as he fucks you through both of your orgasms.Â
At this point, Patrick has taken a step back, and is watching again. Heâs stroking himself with one hand, squeezing just right and out of nowhere, Art reaches out, cupping the dark haired man's balls, tugging and rubbing on them just the way Patrick likes. The added pleasure sends him crashing over the edge, he barely has the time to move and aim his cum to where you and Art are connected, spilling himself all over your cunt and Arts cock.Â
Art pulls out and the three of you fall into a pile of heavy breathing, sweat, spit, and cum on the beds pushed into the middle of the room. Once you all catch your breath, Patrick is the first to speak.Â
âWow.â It was simple, but it made you all burst out laughing.Â
âWow, indeed.â you murmur, pressing a kiss to his pec, turning to do the same to Art.Â
âThat was fucking hot.â Arts words make you all giggle yet again.Â
âOkay,â Patrick leans you into Art and pushes himself off of the bed, ââm gonna get you two cleaned up, be right back.â He reassures you, hearing you whine at losing his presence. He comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and a small cup of water in his other. He hands the water to Art motioning for him to take a drink and then give you some as well, while he bends at the waist, resting his knees on the floor and taking the cloth to your core, cleaning you as gently as he could before moving onto Art. Tossing the cloth to the corner of the room he pulls both you and Art into his embrace, enjoying the quiet for a moment before you break the silence.Â
âRound two? Whoever makes me cum harder gets to fuck me here first.â You smile slyly, placing your hand on your ass, giggling when Patrick snatches you from Arts hold, muttering something about how he âgot you first last time and that itâs his turn now.â
#â caiteeâđ đđđđđ â Ë⧠ê#challengers#art donaldson#patrick zweig#challengers x reader#challengers imagine#challengers smut#challengers x you#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson imagine#art donaldson smut#patrick zweig x reader#patrick zweig imagine#patrick zweig smut#mike faist x reader#mike faist smut#josh oâconnor x reader#josh oâconnor smut#dividers by cafekitsune
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STRAWBERRY LOLLY
PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k
WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
NOTES hi first post kinda nervy
PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.
It has only been a few months since heâs known of you. And itâs not enough time to build the courage to approach you.
What can he say?
You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.
He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if youâll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.
He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.
That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.
You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his postureâ his doodling on the notebook gone astray.
Youâre sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. Itâs definitely not because theyâre so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.
He doesnât know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room donât automatically moan at the sight of you.
And whether itâs the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, youâre far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And itâs most definitely because youâre in this class too.
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.
God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. Youâre innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows heâs far away, yet believes his eyesight couldnât be any clearer.
His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.
But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.
Itâs so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isnât him.
Youâre definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.
But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.
And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what heâs feeling at the moment.
Surely not, because you act as if youâve known him your whole life.
âHey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?â you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And itâs proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.
âShoot,â he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.
âI need a tutor,â you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.
âIâm on the verge of failing, and I know youâre about to check off a hundred percent in the class.â
âYeah o-of course. I have to make sure my scheduleâs open first.â
âGreat! My place or your place?â you bat your lashes innocently.
Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, heâll cum in his pants right then and there. Thereâs not much more he can take. âAnywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.â
Youâre giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. âOr we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.â
Youâve got him staring like a deer in headlights, âYou do?â
âDo you?â you inquire while also wondering when heâll drop the shy act.
An opportunity like this most likely wonât ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. âWhy are you asking questions you already know the answer to?â
âMaybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,â you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.
Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasnât going to cower backwards.
His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders howâd you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged âtil his heartâs content.
But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. âLet me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.â
Youâre turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.
âTomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,â heâs breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.
And you giggle at his eagerness. âCanât wait.â
And thatâs how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.
To be honest, he doesnât care he gave in so fast.
Heâs so easy. So easy for you.
And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.
You couldnât lie though, Sunghoonâs awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasnât hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.
And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.
What was even more surprising was the night that followed.
âFuckâmnph!â your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.
âThis is for underestimating me,â he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.
âI w-w,â you barely get out.
âYou what?â his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.
âI-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,â Sunghoonâs fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. Youâd never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.
âGo ahead,â he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.
âWha-â you canât even finish the word before heâs roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.
âHoon! Fuck,â youâre under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.
âI should take a picture of you like this,â he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.
He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. âWith drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.â
Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. âSo full,â you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.
âRemember,â Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.
âRemember who makes you feel this way,â he whispers.
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SWEAR ITâS JUST RIGHT FOR YOU. | NANAMI. K
àȘâ⎠synopsis: when you and nanami are equally as obsessed with each other, it creates this perfect balance. you cook for him, and he treats your pussy like itâs a blessing.
àȘââŽword count: 3,3k
àȘâ⎠c.w: pure filth with a bit of fluff, soft dom! nanami, he turns a bit rough towards the end, rough facefucking, cunnilingus + fingering, dirty talk + praise, riding, multiple orgasms + squirting.
When Nanami praises you, itâs soft, gentle and endearing. His rough palm gently collides with the soft skin of your jaw and his thumb traces your cheek. He is reminding you of how much you mean to him, how he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe and protected. You are his fairy, his delicate girl whom he could never imagine even raising his voice at. When he scolds you, his voice is stern and filled with worry despite the displeased tone, his hand grabs at your shoulder not to hurt you, and you want to caress your thumb over his forehead and get him to stop furrowing his eyebrows so deeply.
âYouâll get wrinkles, Ken.â Your voice pulls him out of his displeased state for a moment, and Kento hears birds chirping outside of the window and the sunbeam caresses your skinâIt hits your beautiful eyes and he takes in every detail; your eyebrows, the slight discoloration the bottom of your jaw, the mole that seems to bring out the beauty in you even more, your eyelashes that arenât curled but naturally have a pretty shape to them and he heaves out a sigh. He is consumed by love wherever you are near.
Heaven knows how much the man craved domesticity. He found comfort in itâa routine, a promise that when he comes home, he gets to take off his brown shoes at the front door, put his keys in the small bowl that has a mirror hanging right above it. He would then look at his reflection in the mirror and look away immediately when he notices the sweat stains as he removes his jacket. He hears your footsteps as you rush out of the kitchen with a pretty apron around your waist. You made bread, and Nanami isnât sure whether to be infatuated by the smell of it, or the smell of your hair that hits his nostrils as you wrap your arms around his waist.
He wouldnât care that your hair is slightly damp, but he would breathe out how the tank top you were wearing was going to get you sick if you donât watch out. And Kento cares a lot about your comfort, he respects you a lot, so when you hug his sweaty self, his hands would gently try to remove your arms from around him and protest that he was dirty.
âItâs all hard work, Ken. I like it.â To which he wouldnât say much but give in and let you hold him. He understands that to an extent, having a natural smell like this was attractive, heâs always told you that he likes it when you come home complaining about sweating too much and all he says is that it makes you even more attractive. Your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking up in small antennas, your nose scrunching up at how disgusting it feels to have your shirt cling onto your skinâ
âCan I join you in the shower?â Which always catches you off guard, but you accept of course and Nanami sets his book down, he removes his glass and folds them neatly on top of the book before following right behind you in the bathroom. You giggle nervously when you see him close the door and lock it before leaning against it, and you let out a small and timid âwhat?â when he keeps eyeing with the same intense eyes.
âYou are beautiful.â He never denies that he is looking at youâadmiring you, but instead reminds you every time that nothing in the world can change his mind about his infatuation with you.
And somewhere in between that comforting thought of coming home to you, a show playing on TV in the living room, bread baking in the oven and the smell of a clean homeâNanami dreams of fucking you stupid on the couch. He wouldnât remove your apron, he wouldnât let you wash your hands off of the flourâhe would simply drop his pants, push your shorts down and spread your legs only to find out that you werenât wearing any panties.
He feels sick to his stomach at thought, sighs and rubs his forehead at the fact that he was imagining such dirty things to do with you. If it were a normal fantasy like coming home and fucking you on the bed, he wouldnât feel that bad. But that was the thing about fantasies, they existed in our head without our control, and it was up to us to act out on them or not. Kento cherished you too much to scare you off with his oh-so-called sick and twisted fantasy of his.
He comes home after a long day at work, and itâs a few minutes past seven. The house isnât quiet, there is a show playing in the background and that was the first thing that had Kento stop dead in his tracks. He chooses to brush it off and simply rids himself of his jacket and shoes, sets his keys on the bowl before the smell of bread hits his nostrils and his lips part in confusion.
Was he dreaming? Did he somehow astral project into another dimension where his fantasy was a reality? It only confuses him further when you come out of the kitchen wearing an apronâin this reality though, youâve chosen to wear one of his shirts instead, and Nanami doesnât know if itâs better or worse. He tries to hide it, the way he can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you approach him with his shirt, fuzzy socks and hands that had traces of flour on them.
âYouâre home.â Is how you greet him, your cheek resting on his chest and melting against his body as you breathe in his scent, a constant reminder that you get to be greeted with this sight five times a week around the same time. You boyfriendâs hand travels up to the back of your head and his fingers comb through your hair as he hums a tired response.
âDid you miss me?â Obviously, is what you want to say. But instead, when you look up at him and notice his hooded eyes, you feel his other rest on the small of your back and your heart leaps in your chest. All of a sudden, you feel hot and you feel something poking at you and youâre just surprised.
It was normal for your boyfriend to have needs, you were used to the sexual frustration that comes with having such a stressful jobâbut normally, Kento would avoid initiating anything with you until heâs showered and made sure he was clean. For him to insinuate that he wanted you, and so loudly with those eyesâyou could feel your panties getting ruined.
âPretty girl,â he calls out for you again when he notices your silence and the hand resting on your waist holds your chin whilst the other firmly grabs your hair. âDid you miss me?â He asks again, stern and you nod. You missed him too much, you realize. Because the lack of conversation beside greeting him and telling him heâs homeâall of it was intensifying the sexual tension. It was almost like your body was warning you that Kento wasnât going to go easy on you this time and you felt jittery.
âI missed you, Kento. Did you miss me?â You say as your hands grab onto his blouse in fists. You bring him closer to you, and gasp when you feel his hand travel down to hold your neck. He isnât trying to cut your air, but when you make eye contact with him and see that his face has darkened, you let out a small noise.
âLet me show you instead.â
On the couch, Nanami wastes no time to attach his lips to yours and kiss you breathless. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate, always making sure to tease the corner of your lips before biting nibbling here and thereâand fuck, did he lose his mind every time you tried to suck on his tongue. He would just push you on your back and cage you between his strong arms.
Nanami feels like he is constantly losing his breath whenever you are near, but when you grab onto his forearms and moan, he goes feral. Suddenly, he is reminded of how much weaker you are compared to himâfrail, delicate, soft and sensitive to his touch. He is lucky, he is blessed and he makes sure to spoil you and that pretty pussy.
His kisses trail all the way down from your neck to your collarbones, his takes a whiff of your perfume and hums.
âYou smell so sweet,â he mumbles against your skin. Instead of removing your apron and shirt, he pushes them up to reveal the cute panties that you were wearing and his finger traces the wet patch thatâs already formed.
âKento,â you call out to your boyfriend breathless, desperateâas though you were on a deserted island and he was the water to quench your thirst. Your legs spread on instinct for the man to settle between them and you feel his hot breath right against your panties.
âBut you smell even better here⊠Right here,â he says and he pushes your panties to the side to reveal the wet mess hiding behind the fabric. You prop yourself up a bit higher to be able to look at Nanami while he eats you out, and you blush when you notice that heâs already staring at you.
âUp.â He pats your ass and you lift up your hips to allow him to remove your panties for you, but instead of throwing them on the floor, you see him take a whiff of the fabric and sigh and your blush darkens.
âCan I keep these, my love?â He asks sweetly, voice so deep you felt like your pussy was embarrassing you with how wet it was and you mindlessly nod. âIs that so?â He knew you wouldnât say no, but he still wanted to thank you for trusting him with his perverted intentions.
âYouâre too good for me.â Is the last thing that you hear from him before he dives between your legs and fuckâhe is too good. You know Nanami is good, you donât doubt that he can make you cum as many times as he wants before reaching his own high, but something about him eating your pussy like a treat, enjoying every drop and sucking on your clit with the intention of making you lose your mindâthat was too much.
You feel his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks before smothering his face in your pussy. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue licks at your folds and you think that for a moment, maybe he is enjoying this more than you do. His hands grip your thighs to keep them in place, and when he notices that your legs are starting to shake and your hips are bucking up, he takes one look at you and his dick almost bursts.
Flushed chest, swollen lips and a fucked out face. If Nanami wasnât already in love with your beauty, then he feels himself falling deeper for you. You fall apart on his tongue a couple of seconds later, he enjoys the way you gasp, moan and cry as he keeps his lips attached to your clit and you try to push his head away.
âToo much,â you gasp. âKento!â you cry out when you feel his two fingers nudge at your folds and by this point, you are breathing too hard. You feel his thick finger prod at that one spongy spot almost immediately and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He presses a hand to your stomach and praises are spilling from his lips like a chant, watching as your soul almost escaped your body with every thrust of his thick fingers perfectly against your spot.
âThatâs right baby, youâre doing so good,â âthis pussy takes me so well,â âyou make me so proud, look at this pussyâfucking filthy,â
The mixture of praise and him losing his composure and cursing has you reaching your orgasm again faster than expected. But this time, you make a bit of a mess and you try to apologize for ruining the couch and his clothes but he is quick to shut you up with his lips.
âYouâve just squirted on me, and you want to apologize?â he mumbles against your cheek, fingers still buried inside you and you whine.
âI made a mess,â you try to reason with your beast of a boyfriend but he quickly retreats his fingers back and delivers a harsh smack to your pussy.
âItâs never been a problem when itâs our bed, has it?â
âKento,â you call out softly when your boyfriend starts to kiss at your neck again. âKento, fuck my mouth.â Nanamiâs brain short circuits at this and the shock is evident on his features. He doesnât have time to stop you or protest because you are quick to get off the couch and on your knees for him.
âYouâve been so good to me, keeping me satisfied and happyâI bet you want to fuck my mouth sometimes, donât you?â Your hands are quickly unbuckling his belt. You donât remove his pants completely, only enough to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you watch as he throws his head back on the couch with each slow stroke.
âYou donât know what you are asking for,â is what he says as he tries to get you to back out of this, but you are determined to let him ruin your life. Him, the only man on this planet whom you would blindly trust with your life.
âI know what I am asking for.â
âI could hurt you,â
âI will tap your thigh if you do,â and then thereâs a few moments of silence where Kento just stares deeply into your eyes. When you see him lean down towards you, your breath catches in your throat and your lips part in shock when his hand goes to the back of your head and the other one grips your jaw open.
âOpen up.â And when you do, he rests the fat tip of his cock on your tongue. The pre-cum is a bit salty but you donât say anything as you let Kento handle your mouth to his liking. He tells you to open up a bit more and breathe before he starts to thrust his dick in and out of your mouth at a slow pace.
Youâre taking it well at first, but when you notice your boyfriendâs thighs shaking, indicating that he is holding back on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you push his dick down your throat, nose nuzzling against his pubes and he curses out loud.
âFuck--!â You repeat the same motion over and over again, and by the third time, your boyfriend finally breaks and starts fucking your mouth like a starved man. Your knees burn, and so do your lungsâthe couch is moving every time Kento brings your head back on his cock and youâve braced yourself on his thighs for support.
âSorryâfuck, Iâm sorry baby,â he says between gritted teeth. However, when his eyes catch that youâre rubbing your swollen clit to the same rhythm of your head on his cock, something in him snaps.
He pushes you off of his cock, and any complaint you head is drowned out when he stands up and his cock stands proud. You look up at him from your spot on the floor and brace yourself on his thighs again when you feel him grab your face and push his cock inside your mouth.
âFilthy fucking girl,â he breathes out. âCanât even let me be sweet to youâshit,â based on how difficult it is to even talk properly, you guess that he is close and so you sneak a hand between his legs and starts fondling with his ballsâyou squeeze them, and thatâs when Nanami finally breaks and cums down your throat with a broken moan.
Even while trying to catch his breath, Nanamiâs hands caress your face and neck as he takes a seat and pulls you closer to him. He then helps you get back up on your feet and pulls you on his lap to kiss you. He can taste himself on your tongue even after youâve swallowed everything.
âWas I good?â You ask when he pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek and down your neck once again, a pattern that heâs learned always turns you into putty.
âPerfect, my love. You are perfect for me.â
You are surprised at how fast he gets hard again, but you supposed itâs also because you were literally grinding your bare pussy against his dick. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you try to slip his dick past your folds, but you let out a surprised noise when he easily lifts you up and aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy.
âNoticed that you like my arms a lot,â he says and you are obliged to stare at his forearms and good lordâthe way they flex as they hold you above his cock, Nanami lets out an amused chuckle when he sees a string of arousal drip directly on top of his cock. âYou do like them, huh?â
âBaby,â you whimper and Kento cannot find it in him to tease you any longer. He gently drops you down on his cock and he immediately gets to work. His hand rests on the small of your back and pushes you towards him to press your chest flush against his, his hands then grip your ass cheeks and he starts to slam you up and down on his cock with so much ease.
You sound like a mess. The combination of your boyfriendâs strong arms and the tip of his thick cock abusing your spot turns you into a blabbering mess on top of him.
âSo good, so goodâfuck, oh fuck,â sounded like music to his ears. Your whines your moans, your fucked out look and your eyes begging him to ruin youâNanami was addicted to every part of you.
And it only takes a few more messy and sloppy thrusts from him and you cum around him with a loud cry.
âThere you go,â he says breathlessly, feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him. âMake a mess on me, baby,â
You shake like a leaf on top of him, hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life and lips pressed against his neck.
âThink you can take a bit more for me? Iâm really close, darling,â
âHurry up,â you say desperately and as promised, Kento thrusts a few more times before he is cumming inside you with a loud groan. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent that has now been mixed with his own and a hint of sweat. He relaxes in your hold, hand tracing the small of your back as a way to get you to come down from your orgasm and perhaps even apologize for being a bit rough with you earlier.
All of his worries are brushed off when you pull away from him to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose then down to lips.
âI love you, Ken. I love you too much,â you announce, a hint of sleepiness to your voice and a smile finds its way to his face.
âI love you too, darling. I love you too much.â
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fuck the neighbors
pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader
summary: curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back- at least, that's what they say.
warnings: swearing, blood, asshole!wonwoo, mingyu is canonically a whore, light blasphemy, smut (18+ ; mdni)
smut warnings: hard dom!wonwoo, allusions to voyeurism, degradation, oral (f receiving), blood play?!?!? (just a little bit!!!), wap!reader, massive cock!wonwoo, choking, protected sex
word count: 3.3k
reader notes: reader is significantly shorter than ww + described to have long-ish hair
Youâve never felt as small as you do right now. Wonwoo looms over you, smirking. He isnât even that much taller than you, you just seem to shrink into yourself when youâre around him, which seems to be happening more and more often lately.Â
âFound you,â he whispers.Â
âI... wasnât hiding,â you say, your voice coming out in a squeak.Â
âYou know it isnât nice to lie,â he chides, taking a step closer to you. You take a step backward in kind, only to be met with the cool concrete wall against your back. âIt also isnât nice to eavesdrop.â
âI didnât- I wasnât trying to,â you insist.Â
Wonwoo tsks. âI donât believe you. What did I just say about lying?â
âWell, it isnât nice to be super loud all the time either!â you scoff. âYou have neighbors, you know.â
The overhead light flickers. You and Wonwoo both stare at it, the inconsistent hum of electricity filling the silence before the light eventually decides to stay lit. You breathe a sigh of relief. You really needed to stop overlooking sketchy apartments for the sake of the rent, especially if you were going to have to deal with people like... him.Â
Wonwoo cocks his head to the side. âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhat do you mean what am I talking about? Listen, I donât care who you fuck but if you could be just a little quieter-â
Wonwoo cuts you off with a laugh. âThatâs what this is about? Thatâs why you were snooping outside my apartment? What, were you hoping to catch a glimpse of her leaving or something?â
So you had been right... youâre not sure whether or not youâre happy about that. What you are sure of, though, is that youâre offended that youâre being accused of snooping. You open your mouth to defend yourself but stop short.Â
âYouâre bleeding,â is what you say instead.Â
Wonwoo touches his lip, thumb brushing across the cut he must not have noticed until you mentioned it. He looks down at his fingers briefly then back up at you.Â
âCome with me.â
âWha- huh?â
âYou want to know whatâs so loud, right? So come on.â
You follow him blindly back down the hall to his apartment, the one right next to yours. Youâre doing everything a final girl in a horror movie shouldnât do, but youâre dying to know whatâs been keeping you up at night.Â
Wonwoo unlocks the door and stands aside to let you in first. With a gulp, you cross the threshold and slip off your shoes. He does the same.Â
The apartment is quiet, for once. It looks a lot like yours but mirrored. The kitchen is off to the right instead of the left. The half bathroom is on the wall opposite to yours, likely connected via plumbing.
The place is a lot cleaner than you expected too. Itâs sparse, typical for a single guy, but still relatively well decorated.Â
Wonwoo heads straight to the kitchen and turns on the sink. He wets a paper towel and dabs at his bottom lip, wincing as he cleans the wound.
âWhy am I here?â you ask when he doesnât offer an explanation.Â
He doesnât answer right away. Granted, the man was still bleeding but heâd dragged you here for a reason and now you were just standing in his kitchen.Â
Eventually, he disposes of the paper towel, washes his hands, and walks across the living room without saying a word. You know he expects you to follow him but you almost donât want to. You do follow him, you want to leave as fast as possible, but you consider it.Â
He opens the door to what you know is a bedroom and points inside. You stare at him blankly.Â
âWhat am I looking at?âÂ
âThis isnât my room,â he says.Â
âWhat?â
âItâs my roommateâs.â
âYou have a roommate?â
âI do. I have a roommate. Heâs the one you share a wall with. Heâs the one banging a different girl every night. Your issues are with him, not me.â
Now that you were thinking about it, you have seen a slightly taller, beefier man around the building. That must be who Wonwooâs roommate is. He definitely had the face to pull all the girls Wonwoo was referring to. Not that Wonwoo didnât-
âSo take it up with him.â
You shake your head and purse your lips. âNo, that doesnât explain everything. Iâve heard your voice too. Unless youâre the one heâs banging...â you trail off, letting the implication hang in the air.Â
âHeâs not my type,â Wonwoo says flatly.Â
âOkay, then what is it?â
âCâmere,â he says, moving along the wall to what you use as a breakfast nook in your apartment.Â
In his, the space is empty save for a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.Â
âYou box?â
âItâs a hobby.â
âIs that why you were bleeding?â
âYeah, I just got back from the gym.â
âAnd thatâs what Iâve been hearing?â
âThatâs what youâve been hearing.â
You nod but donât say anything else, half waiting for an apology that he doesnât offer. He just leans against the wall with his arms crossed.
âWell, do you think you could practice your hobby before midnight? Or at least try to keep it down when you do?â you huff in annoyance.
He sighs like what youâre asking is the biggest inconvenience heâs ever been posed with but concedes.
 âI guess.â
âThank you.â
âYouâll have to talk to Mingyu about his... hobby, though. Or get noise canceling headphones. Thatâs what I did.â
âOh, okay.â
Silence stretches between you again, heightening the tension in the room. You donât know what to do. Were you supposed to show yourself out now that you had your answers? Wonwoo isnât giving you any indication that he wants you to leave but he isn't giving any indication that he wants you to stay either.Â
You donât have the time or energy to deal with this. You canât read the manâs mind. No matter how hard he stares at you from across a room. With a definitive breath, you turn on your heel to head for the door just to be stopped by Wonwooâs voice echoing behind you.Â
âAre you disappointed?âÂ
You stop but donât turn around. âWhat?â
âAre you disappointed that it isnât me youâve been hearing?â he clarifies.Â
Heat rises to your cheeks. âWh-what do you mean? Why would I be?â
You feel him approach from behind, his shadow closing in on you before he does.Â
âBecause it isnât my voice youâve been touching yourself to.â
âWhat?!â You do turn around this time, whipping around so fast your ponytail almost whacks Wonwoo in the face.Â
âYou donât think I havenât noticed the way you look at me when I pass you in the hallway?â
You scoff, breathing a subtle sigh of relief. All he had to go off of was a look but if he had heard you through the wall, if he had that irrefutable evidence, it would definitely be over for you. âIf thatâs what you think lust looks like, I feel bad for all the girls you have slept with.â
âResentment and lust have a very long history together,â he whispers.Â
âYou think pretty highly of yourself, donât you?â
âBut Iâm right, arenât I?â
You feign ignorance. âAbout what?â
âAbout you.â He measures you up with his gaze, something triumphant flashing behind his eyes. âTell me Iâm wrong,â he presses. âTell me youâve never gotten off to the thought of me and Iâll drop it.â
You weigh your options. You could lie. You could save yourself the embarrassment and lie right to his face, although given your track record thus far heâd see right through it. Or, you could tell him the truth. You could admit to wishing you were the one in what you thought had been his bed all this time.Â
You settle on silence and let him draw his own conclusion. A smirk tugs at one side of Wonwooâs mouth. So he did think highly of himself.Â
âI fucking knew it,â he murmurs.Â
Before you can deny it, he straightens back up and starts walking toward the back of the apartment.Â
âIâm going to take a shower,â he announces.Â
You donât move from where youâre standing, unsure of what he wants you to do. Was he hinting at you to leave? Was it an invitation?Â
Wonwoo looks back over his shoulder at you. âAre you coming?âÂ
âHopefully,â you mutter.
âHm?â
âYeah, Iâm coming.â
-
The water is already running by the time you slip into the bathroom after Wonwoo. You watch quietly as he undresses, letting the door click shut gently behind you. It occurs to you that you should be taking your clothes off too but you canât look away.Â
Wonwooâs kind enough to snap you out of it. âI didnât ask you in here just to watch me.â
âYou didnât ask me in here at all,â you point out, âyou just expected me to follow you.â
âAnd you did.â
Damn, he had you there.Â
With a noise of indignation, you pop the button on your jeans and start to wiggle out of them, unable to bring yourself to look at him again now that youâre also exposed. You can feel his eyes on you, though. It has the same effect his presence always has on you, and you attempt to cover yourself with your hands.
âShy?â he muses. âCute.â
âShut up,â you sputter.
You donât think youâve felt this self conscious since college and then he laughs at your response which does nothing to help.
âI canât call you cute?â
âNot if youâre patronizing me.â
âHow do you want me to say it, then?â he asks, sinking down to his knees on the floor in front of you. You stare at him in disbelief. âYou want me to say it like this? Want me to tell you how cute, how pretty, I think you are, from down here? How pretty I think this pussy is?â Wonwoo leans forward as he talks, further and further until his hair is tickling your tummy and his lips are moving against your skin. âSpread your legs for me, baby,â he murmurs.Â
You do, taking hold of the countertop so that you wonât fall as Wonwoo slots himself between your thighs. You take a deep breath to brace yourself for the feeling of his mouth but absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the way he presses a gentle kiss to your pussy before diving in. The softness of the action compared to everything that led up to this moment, compared to the way he was now drowning himself in you, is enough to make your knees threaten to give. Your grip on the counter tightens and you bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. You donât want to give him the satisfaction, though youâre sure he already knows heâs got you right where he wants you. Â
Wonwoo hitches one of your knees over his shoulder so that he can get even deeper inside of you with his tongue. He drinks you in, breathes you in, douses himself in you like heâs trying to baptize himself in order to atone for his sins. Â
If this was his apology for all the noise, heâs forgiven ten times over.Â
You can feel callouses on the palms of his hands as he traces them up your legs and over your ass, pulling you even further into him. The force of his grip causes you to stumble but he catches you before you can fall and helps you to regain your balance.Â
âIâve got you,â he assures you, backing you up into the sink. âHere, hop up on the counter.â
âWhat about the shower?â you ask, suddenly remembering that the water had been running this whole time.Â
âOh shit-â
Wonwoo turns around and reaches to turn it off, drying both his hand and his face with a towel that had been hanging on the wall.Â
âNow, hop up on the counter.âÂ
âAre you sure?â you ask, glancing at all of the skin and hair care products scattered across it.Â
Wonwoo pushes them out of the way then nods.Â
âIâm sure. Mingyu wonât care, trust me. Heâd be a hypocrite to.âÂ
You sigh but hoist yourself onto the counter anyway, too horny to worry about it any longer. Wonwoo steps in between your legs and lets you wrap them around his waist. He leans down, you think heâs going to kiss you, but he goes for your neck and kisses you there instead.Â
âWhy are you pouting?â he asks, voice muffled and vibrating against your throat.Â
âWant you to fuck me,â you lie.Â
Itâs not a complete lie, you do want him to fuck you, but it certainly isnât the full truth either. Youâre afraid that if youâre honest with Wonwoo about wanting him to kiss you itâll turn him off. Heâs not about to make love to you, that much is clear, so was kissing off the table? Was that too intimate for a hookup like this? Would he think you wanted something more if you asked?
âI was getting to that,â he insists lowly. âSo impatient.â
âYouâre the one who ate me out as soon as you got me alone. You havenât even kissed me yet.âÂ
There. Maybe if you challenged him heâd give you what you wanted.Â
âOh, you want me to kiss you, huh?â
He wraps a hand around your neck and pulls you in, finally pressing his lips to yours. Men were so easy.Â
He tastes like you imbued with unfamiliarity. Blood, you realize when you pull back and see the cut on his lip had reopened. It isnât much, just enough to make him look vaguely vampiric. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip and push it into his mouth for him to suck on.Â
He does, but he has the audacity to pretend not to like it. Â
âYouâre sick,â Wonwoo scoffs.Â
âAnd youâre still hard.â
âTwo things can be true at the same time.â
He kisses you again before you can get another word in, dropping his free hand between your legs to ensure you're truly unable to talk back.Â
He uses his fingers to tease you for a moment or two and then he teases you with the head of his cock, pressing it right up against you and making you whimper into his mouth.Â
âTell me, what have you been thinking about all these months,â he murmurs, âwhen youâre in your bed all alone listening through the wall?â
âI- itâs embarrassing...â you protest.Â
Wonwoo draws back, tonguing his cheek as he gazes down at you. âTell me or weâre done here.âÂ
Youâre not sure whether or not heâll make good on his threat but you donât want to call his bluff and risk blowing your chance to actually live out the fantasies you were too embarrassed to share.Â
âI thought about... this,â you say hesitantly.Â
âThis? You thought about me fucking you here?â
âNo...â
âYouâre going to have to be more specific then, angel.â
âIt was, um, in your bed.â
âYou mean Mingyuâs bed.â
âI didnât know that at the time,â you whine.
He smiles. âI know. You know, if you had just paid a little closer attention you would have realized he sounds nothing like me.â
âI was a little distracted at the time,â you whisper.
âYeah? Distracted pretending it was you in those girlsâ positions?â
You nod reluctantly.Â
âPoor baby,â he pouts, âmustâve been so jealous but so wet you just had to touch yourself, huh?â
You hate that heâs right. You hate that the condescension turns you on even more.Â
While heâs talking, Wonwoo snakes an arm behind you and grabs a condom from a jar on the counter. Did he and Mingyu just keep them out for guests like they were cotton swabs or something? Did they get laid that often?Â
He tears the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls the condom on as you watch and unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him.Â
âReady?â he asks, holding your face with both hands.Â
Itâs probably the first earnest interaction youâve had with him. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation and even when he finds none, he waits for you to answer.
âGo ahead.â
You keep your eyes trained on his face as he guides himself inside of you, watching the way his eyelashes flutter and his breath hitches when he feels the heat of you around him. He pushes himself in slowly but the stretch still knocks the wind out of you, leaving you gasping for air.  Â
âBreathe, baby, breathe. Youâre okay.â
You can hardly hear him over the roaring in your ears but you do your best to listen, chest heaving as you desperately try to anchor yourself to him.Â
Wonwoo doesnât move until you urge him to by wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his hips with your thighs. It isnât easy at first, despite how wet you are for him. Heâs that huge.Â
You almost wish he wasnât just because you donât think itâs fair for any manâs ego to be warranted, especially one as big as his. Though you suppose itâs fitting.Â
 After a few rough strokes, he starts to play with your clit again to get you to relax a little. It works, your eyes roll and your head falls back against the mirror as the tension eases from your muscles.Â
âDoes it feel as good as you thought it would?â he presses.Â
âB-better,â you admit.
âThatâs because it wasnât me you were hearing.â
You groan, annoyed that he still hasnât let it go. You doubt he ever will.Â
âItâs okay. Iâve thought about this too,â he confesses.
âYou have?â
âHave you seen yourself?â he scoffs, âDonât sound so surprised. Iâd s-see you in the hallways, see the way youâd glare at me- fuck... who knew all this time you were right next door fantasizing about me while I fantasized about you. We couldâve been doing this so much sooner.â
You want to tell him that you have all the time in the world to make up for it now but you canât find the words. Theyâve dissolved on your tongue and left you with only his name to repeat over and over like youâre in a trance.
âLouder,â he pleads as fucks you even faster.
âBut our neighbors-â
âFuck them,â he spits. âThey already hate us because of Mingyu, let them know my name too.â
Apparently you arenât the only jealous one between the two of you. You want to laugh but you physically canât, too caught up in the incandescent feeling in your stomach that threatens to engulf you entirely.Â
âFuck, are you about to cum?â Wonwoo gasps, lips parting in concentration.Â
You nod. âJust a little more,â you beg, âyeah, exactly like that... oh fuck-â Â
âIâve got you,â he assures you. âLet go, Iâm right there with you.â
Itâs surprisingly sweet of him and you think he might realize it too because he grabs your jaw and pulls you in to kiss you as you fall apart together so that he canât say anything else.Â
Once you come down, heâs the first to start putting you both back together.Â
âWanna actually take a shower now?â he asks, holding out a hand to help you down from the counter.Â
Your knees wobble on your landing but Wonwooâs quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders wounded-soldier style and sit you on the closed lid of the toilet. Â
âTake your time,â he tells you, kneeling on the tile in front of you.Â
âThank you.â
âDo you want to stay the night? I mean you can hardly walk. Thereâs no way youâll make it all the way home.â
You raise an eyebrow at him. âAll the way next door?âÂ
âExactly! Itâs better not to risk it, right?â
You chuckle. âI guess.â
Wonwoo grins. âDonât worry, Iâll take you home myself in the morning. Iâm a gentleman, after all. And then we can piss off your neighbors.â
lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!
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Sergeantâs Got You
18+ Minors DNI
Youâre stressed, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Note: I was asked for something like this, so itâs heavy on the love for his dog tags
Pairing: beefy Bucky (but heâs got that fatws attitude) x reader
Warnings: Dom Bucky, basically smutty right from the get go, filthy buck, he has his metal arm (Iâm a slut for it), you like Buckyâs dog tags, like really like them, Petnames: sweetness, sweetheart, sweet thing, sweetie, good girl, baby, a LOT of dirty talk, sergeant kink, sir kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected p in v sex, heâs rough, degradation, feral Bucky, squirting, creampie, aftercare.
Word Count: 3.2k *insert cat HUH sound*
You were stressed beyond belief. Your mission ended up having a few more loose ends than anyone was anticipating leaving you to pick up the pieces. Now you were finally back in New York and ready to punch the next person who pats your back sympathetically with a âyou triedâ look on their face.
Just as you were contemplating boxing the cupboard in the kitchen than wouldnât stay open two strong arms pulled you back and into a hard body.
âYou alright sweetness?â Bucky spoke into the locks of hair at the back of your ear. His cologne had you relaxing already, the fingers on his right hand hitched up your shirt to rub soothing circles over your hip bone. What really got you was the subtle grind of his hips against your ass; he was a filthy shit, you loved it when he knew what you wanted.
You flipped your body around in his arms, your fingers running up from his abs to his soft chest until they wrapped around his neck. He smirked, he knew exactly what you wanted him to do but he was a tease, you had to tell him or he wouldnât. Itâs just the way the world worked for you sweetheart.
You surged forward, desperate for a taste of the cherry lips you missed so much. You hated to admit just how much the man in front of you affected you, how often on your mission your hand snaked down your body and in-between your legs at the photos Sam sent of your lost puppy husband, his wide back and tiny waist wrapped in that blue Henley that had the arms pulled up to his forearm revealing the long veins and thick structure underneath. You needed him, now.
He pulled back just as your lips brushed his, a dark smirk and a filthy blue colour surfacing in his orbs. Fucking tease.
âYou know you gotta use your words sweetheartâ One of his big hands, his metal one, landed on the back of your skull, the metal thumb dancing over your bottom lip before you sucked it into your wet mouth. He growled at the innocent look you gave him as your tongue flicked over the tip before poking out and running up the underside of the shiny plates.
He pushed down, holding your tongue in place as it travelled, drool dripping from the muscle but he didnât care, the sight of the rivulets of saliva sliding down the silver had him harder than a rock. One of the most technologically advanced pieces of handiwork and you were sucking on it like a little slut, pathetic.
He had you in his room before you could even blink, the rough slamming of the door vibrating the wall he pushed you up against.
âYouâre a little slut ainât you? Sucking on my thumb like my cock, getting your drool everywhere, youâre so lucky I donât make you clean it upâ he spoke as he hastily pulled your shirt and his off, his dog tags jangling softly as they fell back into place between his huge chest. You moved like a magpie, gripping at the shiny metal tags, giving them a squeeze, his name imprinting for a second of the fat of your palm before letting them slip between your fingers.
He watched you, ever fascinated at just how worked up you got about him, but it was your love for his dog tags that had him curious. You always, without fail slipped a finger around them, whether it was when you pulled him close for a kiss or if your slept on his chest, one of your fingers slipped itself through the chain and held them close to your hand.
He wasnât stupid though, he could practically smell when you soaked yourself, always conveniently after his swinging tags made contact with your chin or ran up the column in your spine, the way that little pussy tightened around him when the old metal swept over your lips, tapping your teeth as you moaned out in pleasure. It made him embarrassingly weak too.
âYou want me to fuck you cute girl?â He groaned into the crook of your neck, his plush lips suckling obscene dark marks downward till he reached the crevice of your breasts, your legs wrapped around him tighter as his hand grazed over your sensitive sides to the meat of your tit, gripping it softly and flicking a warm thumb over your nipple. You jerked into him at the shock of pleasure, your hand carding through his waves of hair and pulling him close as worked on the underside of your other boob.
âWords Sweetheart, I need wordsâ He knew it wouldnât be long till you hit that sub space, the same thing always happened when you were stressed, you needed your big Sergeant to take the wheel, use you a little bit.
âPleaseâ fuck the whimper in your voice had him grinding up into you, the scratchy fabric of his jeans meeting the barely their material of the shorts you wore under your gear.
âPlease what sweet thing?â he moved to watch the deep colour of your eyes swim with lust, eradicating any stress they once held, he was doing his job.
âPlease use me Sirâ you whined, fingers wrapping around the chain of his dog tags again to pull him close, finally getting that kiss you so desperately needed. His left hand cupped your cheek, rubbing a thumb over the high point softly, a sharp contrast to the bruising kiss you had going on. Teeth clashed with teeth, soft whimpers falling from your lips as he pushed closer, flicking his tongue viciously with your much weaker one, running against the top of it and sucking once it gave up itâs fight. He pulled you in again, tender with his lips this time, enclosing your swollen ones with his, his tongue running over your upper lip soothingly.
âFuck! Youâre making me go crazyâ he chuckled as he moved off the wall, backing himself up to the bed till his calves hit the frame. He sat down with both of you, your body straddling him, his right hand pushing you back and forth softly on his bulge. The lust in his eyes mixed with a softness as he looked up at you, his metal hand still on your face although now his shiny forefinger and thumb hooked onto your chin, pulling you forward for a kiss, and another, and another. You whined, you didnât want kisses and grinding, you wanted him to blow your back out, use your pretty face, anything but this.
Seeming to sense your thoughts he stopped your movements, the right hand coming up to join his left on either side of your face.
âWhat do you want sweetheart? You want your soldier to ruin you? I can feel how hot you are on my dick⊠you want it bad donât you?â You moaned at his words, dripping filthily from his tongue, he sure had a way to fuck you up without even pulling out his cock.
âYes, yes please. Use meâ he smirked, satisfied at your whimpered begging. With a click of his tongue and a flick of his eyes he had you manoeuvring onto your knees in front of him.
He was a sight, he looked carved from marble, each bend of his body, every nook and muscle and vein delicately etched into rock solid stone to be preserved for a lifetime. His bulge strained painfully against his jeans, angrily awaiting your slender fingers offering it reprise from its tight cell. You were glad to give it just that.
Clumsily, you fiddled with the thick belt around his waist, smiling in satisfaction when the rhythmic clanks finally hit your ears. You flicked the button open and were about to pull the zip of his fly when his hand stopped you.
âWith your mouth sweetnessâ his lip caught between his teeth, a soft blush decorated his face and chest as he watched you. Your tongue ran up the metal, the slight tang hitting your tastebuds, you flicked the little tab until sat snug between your teeth and pulled it down slowly, each tooth of the zip clicking as it finally opened.
Once you were done, Bucky pushed the thick material down his legs with a relieved sigh, letting it pool at his ankles before flicking them off with your help. His hard-on raged against the soft grey briefs, a pool of darkness lay at the head, precum soaking through.
His hands met yours, pulling them up his thighs and hooking them around the waistband of his briefs. He smiles down at you, eyes crinkling and neck craned as he watched you both inch down his underwear until it caught on his tip, he hissed as the scratchy fabric pulled over his silky head before it slapped deliciously onto his public bone and stomach.
âGodâ he chuckled breathlessly at the feeling of finally being free âlook at you drooling all over yourself for me, you want a taste sweet thing?â His metal fingers had wrapped themselves around the fat base of his length, pushing it forward till the spongy tip hooked onto your upper lip, his salty precum smearing over it like a x-rated lip balm.
You pecked the tip of his dick, the tip of your tongue barely poking him as you did. You moved down, lips brushing against every angry vein on his cock until you met the metal of his hand in which you slowly licked a thick strip back up until you swirled your wet muscle against his head relentlessly.
âFuck sweetheart, good girlâ he groaned, head lulling back as his hips jittered off the bed softly, pushing his head into your awaiting mouth. You sucked him in greedily, selfishly inhaling his thick musky scent that had your pussy drooling against your lace panties, threatening to spill into your shortsâ you didnât doubt that if he had you naked, your essence would drip all over the wood of the floorâ heâd have a field day making you clean it up.
âGod youâre so good, haâ making your soldier feel so good, you like your sergeant all needy? Ready to pull you up off that floor and sink my cock into youâ You moaned against his length, gagging softly when he jerked up into the back of your throat.
âShit, Nuh uh get up here, I wanna cum in that pretty pussy, move come onâ He pulled you up and off his length like you weighed nothing at all, his fingers ripping the shorts from your body and only stopping when he caught a glimpse of youâre soaked panties.
âFuck girl, whoâs got you like this hmm?â His thick thumb brushed small circles over your neglected clit. You moaned loudly, jerking off the bed with a shudder at the feeling, more of your slick pooling into your already soaked gusset.
âMmm I can fucking smell you, smell so good baby⊠bet I could fuck you without prep, you want that?â He spoke, his voice deep, laced with primal lustâ nothing like the composed grumpy old man everyone else sawâ no, he was raw, unhinged, pupils blown wide with sexual desire. You wanted nothing more than his cock in you.
âPlease Buck, just your cock I donât care just pleaseâ you cried when he pushed particularly hard on your aching nub, your knuckles turning white as you fisted then covers beneath you; your legs shook as they threatened to close on his thick forearm, you were close already but you didnât want to cum without him filling you out.
He gleamed at your form, fucked out, soaked and crying alreadyâ heâd barely fucking touched youâ he couldnât wait to see your face as he fucked you raw.
He ripped your panties with renewed vigour, the ruined material pulled away from your sensitive heat to hang around the your ankle that now sat over Buckyâs muscular shoulder. Your thigh quaked softly at the stretch but his cold digits ran softly against the tight muscle, soothing it for the time being.
His fat head tapped against your clit, each wet slap causing your body to twitch off the bed at the electric jolts of pleasure it sent up your spine. You could feel Buckyâs fingers circling your entrance, two of his thick fingers squishing into your tight hole as he prepped you lightly. When they left, a long line of arousal followed, connecting him to you, he growled at the sight before licking the wetness from his rough palm and middle finger.
âMmm so sweet, if I wasnât so fucking horny Iâd make you cum all over my face⊠make you soak my mouth, shitâ he was talking more to himself than you but you clenched around nothing at the thought, the thought of him eating you out for hours was not impossible, heâd done it before.
His thick tip drooling against your entrance pulled you from your trance, he pushed softly, hooking his head along the tight rim of your pussy as he stared up at you.
âyou ready sweet thing?â He leaned over, right hand resting against the side of your head, his thumb flicking stray tears from your cheeks. You nodded softly, eyes unmoving from him, watching as his lips twitched in pleasure as his head popped into you, each inch dragging in slowly, aided by your soaked folds.
You moaned pathetically, his head running over your g-spot had you clenching around him, your orgasm hitting you quickly, your hands tightening painfully against the sheets as white hot pleasure soaked through your nerves. Everything was tingling, flashes of colour dancing over your closed eyelids.
Bucky wasnât much better as he watched you, having to will his own orgasm down at the sight of you losing yourself over him already. You were a fucking sight to him, your tits bouncing with each sharp breath you took, mouth hung open allowing each whimper or silent scream to escape unabashedly.
âOhh good girl, thatâs it mmmm shit youâre fucking clenching me tight babyâ Bucky mumbled, words falling from his lips in verbal mush, his own mind barely keeping up. When you finally came down from your high you open your eyes to look up at him, a shy little smile playing on your lips at the way he bore down at you.
âIâm so-â you began but he pushed forward, sucking up your moan at the feeling of him hitting your cervix into his mouth.
âDonât you dare be fucking sorry for that sweetheart, you hear? Fucking almost made me cum like a fucking teenager again, naughty girl ainât you? I fucking love youâ His hot breath panted against your lips as he growled at you, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel ashamed about the pleasure you were feeling. You blushed deeply, it was quite funny just how much his love for you made you blush, even when he was currently pushing against the deepest parts of you.
âCan I move baby?â He asked against your lips, smiling satisfyingly as you nodded before planting a wet kiss on your lips and pushing himself up.
He started slow, letting each vein pull against every nerve in your heat, his teeth clenching at just how tight youâd squeeze every time his head brushed against your sweet bundle of pleasure. His smooth pace never lasted long though, his hips jerked violently against you once he deemed you ready enough, your body slipping up across the sheets at each slam of his hips against your thighs.
He was leaning over you now, your leg pushed up between both your bodies, his dog tags clanging above your face at each jerk of his body. You reached a hand up, encircling the darkened metal, pulling on it as your body twitched with hints of a second orgasm.
âShit! You like when my fucking tags hang over your face, fucking little slut arenât you? You like being fucked like this? your sergeant fucking all that stress away? Mmm god, maybe Iâll put them around your neck next time hmm? Have you wear them when youâre riding me, let them fucking swing between those titsâ god youâd love thatâ Bucky rambled, on and on, thrusts becoming sloppy as you clenched around him for the umpteenth time, only this time your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, you could feel yourself soaking Buckyâs dick and thighsâ probably soaking the already destroyed sheets below you.
With one final thrust Buckyâs moan caught in this throat as he pushed himself the deepest he could go, hot cum soaking your cervix and pushing out against his length to run along your folds, mixing with your juices. His legs give out forcing himself against you even more, pulling a pained whine from you at the feeling. As your orgasms settled, your breathing slightly less laboured although still heavy, you pulled him close by his tags, kissing his blissed out face right on the lips.
âYou were so good for me sweet thing, so fucking goodâ he praised, his metal hand running through your tangled hair, soothing your heated scalp.
He leaned back up with a groan, massaging your aching leg as he pulled it from his shoulder before slipping out of your pussy. You both moaned at the loss, your heat clenching against nothing as his cum slipped from your body in waves. He couldnât tear his eyes from your heat, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he watched intently. You giggled shyly at his intense expression, your aching legs closing softly in embarrassment much to Buckyâs dismay.
âCome on, letâs get you cleaned upâ he smiled, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to the bathroom. You snuck a glimpse of the sheets as he carried you, the whole area soaked in a mixture of you both.
âOh my godâ you whispered in disbelief against his head.
âWhat?â He replied as he set you down and began running a bath.
âThe sheets are ruined, I canât believe I did thatâ you eyed his naked frame from behind, his wide back flushed red but still absolutely stunning, each muscle rippling as he moved methodically, his small waist directing you to his thick globes. It was then Bucky turned to look at you, catching you ogling at his ass, he laughed when you turned quickly.
âIt makes me proud when I look at those sheets, I mean who else can make you squirt like that? Fucking no oneâ he growled the last part against your lips giving you a quick smooch before turning the water off and lifting you both into the hot bubbled water.
His hands massaged your shoulders, working out the knots from your activities as well as any left over stress from your mission, not that there was any after he fucked it out of you.
You two sat in silence, save for the occasional sigh you let out when he hit the right spot, both savouring each otherâs presence, reminiscing on the way you exhausted each other. You laugh when you remember his words.
âWhat? whatâs got you all giggly?â he asked, nipping the skin on the nape of your neck.
âNothing⊠just⊠were you being serious?â
âAbout what sweetheart?â He eyes you curiously.
âAbout letting me wear your dog tagsâ you suppress a smirk as you feel him twitch against your back, obviously your words sparking something in him.
âWeâll discuss it laterâ he rasped causing you to laugh out loud.
Your week had been stressful, with never ending problems and constant nagging from the higher ups to do the job but when you were in Buckyâs embrace, when you had those dog tags between your fingers or dangling over your face, everything melted away into nothingness, leaving you and Bucky alone.
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So I lied mwahahahaha, I was going to post it yesterday but I love alcohol so I was drunk but here we are.
Iâm a little nervous to post this one idk why.
I hope you enjoyed x
(I do not own any of the photos, credits to original owners)
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Bat-Boys in Bed
I couldnât find a good gif, sue me
Dick Graysonâs mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think heâd be into praising you instead.â Youâre so pretty, all fucked-out and dumbâŠjust for meâ as he pounds into you, panting in between words.
Heâd also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.
I think Dick has an insane staminaâround after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,â this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.â And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.
Dick isnât above moaning, but heâs not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if heâs getting a blow job or if youâre on top and teasing him, but I donât see him moaning as much or more than you.
Jason Todd isnât much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. Heâd be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if weâre talking older, mature Jason whoâs passed his âfresh from the pit madness.â
I do believe Jason has a choking kink and Iâll die on this hill. And it doesnât have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.
He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after youâve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.
Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If youâre feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldnât argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.
Heâd beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release heâd been craving.
I donât know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.
Bruce is harder to read because thereâs decades of lore, canon, and stuff thatâs not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favoriteâhowever, here goes.
Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, youâd end up in a dom/sub dynamic. Heâd be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.
I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldnât be rich (sorry lol); youâd maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and thatâs if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe youâd be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isnât one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didnât have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasnât Mother Teresa).
This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. Heâs older and wiser; heâs not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.
Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. Heâs too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest youâll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.â faster, pretty boy.â You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.
You wouldnât be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest youâd get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.
Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didnât undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.
Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesnât want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your kneesâto no avail.
Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then heâd kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.
I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And thatâs not to claim that those activities didnât get you both off, but Damianâs true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.
Thatâs why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew heâd break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.
Donât kill me, but Damian isnât into cunnilingus. He also wouldnât bottom, not like youâd want him to. If, and thatâs a huge âifâ ( itâs months into the relationship too), he does bottom, itâs not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,â go slower, grind harder, beloved.â And heâd grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!
Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know heâs proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; thatâs what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.
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riding bound abby's strap
summary: abby has teased you all day, so you decide to get back at her by taking away her most treasured sense: touch.
content: dom abby turned sub abby, strap on sex, like very very brief mommy kink? (it was literally one time), dry humping, bondage (pretty vanilla tho, just hands tied by a belt), kinda strip teasing
notes: this is so yummy omg. i've also had this idea for prob a solid two months but iâm just now writing it đ€
(wc 1.3k)
abby lived to tease you. whether it was fleeting touches or whispering nasty things in your ear in public, she loved to see how you lost all composure from seemingly innocent actions.Â
today, though, it was too much. she decided to wear her strap the entire day while you two were out shopping, constantly standing behind you and pulling your hips into her own so you'd feel her packing. she also refused to kiss you all day, promising she'd make up for it once you two got home. she'd pissed you off and you needed to get back at her somehow. Â
with your pent-up frustration, you found yourself straddling abby's lap while she sat at the dinner table, work papers splayed across the stained hardwood. your hips mindlessly ground into the impossible-to-ignore bulge beneath her jeans, moaning while she sucked marks around the pulse of your neck.Â
snaking your hands down her torso to unbuckle her pants, butterflies warm your lower stomach at a brewing thought. swinging your leg back over hers, you settle on your knees in between her meaty thighs and pull her belt from her waist and place it on the floor near you. you grab the hem of her shirt and rip it over her head, throwing it to the other side of the room and leaving her in her bra.Â
abby leans back in the chair and smiles at you on your knees before her. "getting straight to the point, are we?" she smirks.Â
your hands keep moving to undress her, pushing her jeans over her butt and moving her boxers down just enough for her faux clear cock to spring out, your mouth nearly watering at the sight. pressing your lips to the tip, you spit down the length and wrap your hand around it to lube the silicone up.Â
you then smirk up at her, half mischief and half seduction as you rise from your knees and trail your hand up her chest. walking around the chair to be behind her, you drop a kiss on the crown of her head, her leather belt hidden in your hand behind your back.Â
her head turns back to look at you, and you grab her chin and smash your lips against hers to distract her as you grab her wrists and pull them together, quickly wrapping her belt around them and fastening the buckle, tightly.Â
she pulls back from the kiss and flicks her eyes between yours, arousal painted brightly across her features.Â
"did you just..." she chuckles in disbelief, her eyes squinting. "did you just tie me up?"Â
"someone thought it was funny to tease me all day, touching me in places you know will rile me up. well, you've touched me enough for today, so this'll have to do." you pat her cheek twice, your words dripping in mock sympathy.Â
she incredulously shakes her head and smiles, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue. "you know what? you can have your fun," she concludes, sure that she'd be able to wiggle her way out of the restraints before you came so she could properly fuck you the way she wanted to.Â
"perfect," you breathe out, kissing her cheek before walking back around to stand in front of her. you make a show out of undressing yourself, taking your sweet time with caressing your curves and soaking in how her pupils dilate at the sight.
after pushing your black leggings over the curve of your ass and pulling them from your ankles, you pull the loose-fitted t-shirt over your head, looking at the simple seal on the breast once you drop it to the floor.Â
all that's left is your underwear and your bra. you kick the polka-dot panties down, but decide to leave your bra on. it was simple: black with small, pink hearts covering the cups. abby seemed to like it, too. her eyes were locked on your bra-clad boobs, only moving to switch from one to the other.Â
you take the two steps to stand in between her legs, placing your hands on her shoulders to stabilize yourself as you look down at her dick. your eyes catch her pubic hair below the strap, and you think about going down on her with her tied up but she cuts your thoughts off with an impatient groan.Â
"come on, baby, you wanted to tie me up so bad. play your little game and ride me already," she orders, her eyes drinking you up.
her words and poorly masked desperation leave a warm feeling swirling in your stomach, so you swing your legs over hers to straddle her and grab the base of her cock to line it up.Â
your jaw drops open as you slowly sink down onto her length, long and breathy gasps making your chest rise and fall as you adjust to the thickness. you hear abby mutter "jesus christ" under her breath, and if your head wasn't thrown back, you'd see her strong arms twitching against the belt tying them together. Â
her hips jerk up into yours and push the rest of the length into you, making you hiss at the intrusion. "god," you whisper, and lift yourself back up before slamming your body back down.Â
"i- fuck!" abby yelps, not used to being unaware of the next move.Â
you fall into a steady rhythm, your thighs lifting and dropping you onto her dick. the way you were movingâthe sounds you were makingâwould quickly push abby over the edge, but she was done letting you take control. she needed to touch you, needed to see the way your pussy swallowed her in with every thrust.Â
her hands begin to try and undo whatever maneuver you'd done to restrain them, but nothing budged. you notice her abs starting to tighten, a telltale sign that she was getting closer, and begin rocking your hips against hers and rubbing the base of the strap against her clit.Â
she starts getting frustrated at how you have full control over her, but deep in a place she'd never admit, it spurs her on more. Â
"wait, baby, wait wait. i can't- fuck. i want my hands. i need to touch you. i need my hands now," she pleads, her eyes starting to water at the oncoming orgasm.Â
you ignore her and start praising her, knowing it'll make her thighs shake.Â
"ohh, fuck," you say, your voice 90% air. "it feels... feels so good. you feel so good. always are so good to me, baby."Â
right on cue, her thighs start shaking beneath you, tears falling from her glossy eyes. Â
"oh, i can't- i can't, baby. iâm gonna cum," she whines, her groans replaced by needy whimpers.Â
"come on, mama, let it out," you groan, giving her permission. "want you to feel good. let it out."Â
she lets out a string of rushed thank yous before her stomach muscles completely tighten as she cums, unable to control the loud whines that leave her mouth as she does. you follow closely behind, allowing the sensation of her cock pushing against your cervix to wash over you.Â
after what feels like an entire minute, the two of you come down from your highs, a light sheen of sweat highlighting your skin. abby has her head lolled back and is trying to catch her breath, her limbs like jelly after how intensely she came. you suck kisses on her exposed neck while she calms down.Â
"holy shit," she gasps.Â
"who would've thought abby anderson could get so whiny?" you tease.Â
"i just wanted my hands back! god, you're evil."Â
"i love you, too," you grin.Â
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drooling honey â sam winchester êŠê· kinktober day one ; finger sucking
cw : gn!afab!reader, smut, dom-ish!sam, pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), little bit of teasing, making out, finger sucking obviously, swearing, clit play, 1.1K words. MDNI !!! 18+ ONLY.
samâs hands all over you is something youâll never say no to. one envelopes the nape of your neck as he kisses you hard, and the other curls around your waist, squeezing and soothing as his tongue invades the warmth of your mouth. you hum into the kiss, pleased with having his tongue there.
you wrap your lips around it, giving it a small suck and making sam moan and squeeze your waist harder before you push your lips back against his. youâre feeling mouthy tonight, and not in the talkative way.
that cheeky action spurs sam further. he kisses you rougher and pulls you closer with the big hand on the back of your neck. you feel his teeth grazing your bottom lip, nipping at your soft skin. his tongue flicks out of your mouth to soothe over the spot, and his lips find yours again like they always, always do. god, sam kisses likes heâs trying to eat you whole.
âmissed you, baby,â he whispers gruffly against the side of your mouth, lips brushing lightly over your skin. and he can never get enough, so his tongue slips from your lips to your jaw, then to the sweet spot at your pulse point. he loves the reaction that gets out of you every time. you practically keen into him, chest pressing against his and mouth falling open as you simultaneously mourn the loss of something to fill it with and moan at the pleasure of his lips latched to the skin of your neck. he sucks with a fervor, an intent to mark, and then splays his tongue out flat, tasting your skin and sweat. and of course, he canât help but lightly rake his teeth over the spot too, making you grunt softly and tangle a hand in his hair.
the little tug you give at the nape of his neck draws out a pretty moan, and he moves further down your neck, nipping and licking and sucking his way to your collarbone. samâs hand at the back of your neck shifts, cupping your cheek with barely contained intensity. when he places his hand there, youâll often grab it and grip it for dear life or bring it to rest on your neck or chest.
what he doesnât expect to feel is your teeth on the tip of his thumb. youâre not biting, but youâre staking a claim. and as he looks up from his spot at your collarbone, you dip your head closer, and take his thumb all the way into your mouth, eyes closing in bliss.
âgod,â he chokes out, soft breath tickling your bare skin. his eyes almost roll back in his head when he feels you swirl your tongue around his thumb, just like you would with the tip of his cock. but this is different. the warm wet of your mouth around his thumb is new. itâs dirty and endearing all at once. and because he doesnât pull away or protest, you suck on it with a fervor that makes sam wonder how long youâve been wanting to do this. heâs fucking obsessed.
your head is still tilted awkwardly, so with his thumb still in your mouth and the rest of his hand splayed over your cheek and jaw, he pushes your whole face down back into the pillow. heâs not rough, but heâs not so gentle either.
âyou look so pretty like this, honey,â he coos, and he immediately knows heâll never be able to get enough of this. âmy babyâs been wanting to suck on my fingers, huh?â he asks, voice gruff and sort of teasing, but entirely pleased and in love.
âmhmm,â you hum around his thick thumb, nodding once and giving him the sort of look that you know makes him go crazy. the pads of his fingers dig lightly into the side of your neck and his jaw clenches as he debates whether to fuck you now or just watch you get all worked up as he makes you suck on his fingers. youâre already squirming underneath him, and he can hear the little huffs of breath that you push out from your nose. it's easy for him to tell that this turns you on like almost nothing else.
your whine when he pulls his thumb from your mouth is truly pathetic. he had planned to be nice and give you something better; his long pointer and middle fingers. his thumb is nice, but not nearly as filling.
but your whine means that youâre getting greedy, so instead of sweetly slipping his fingers past your lips and teeth, sam shoves them in. they hit the back of your throat with ease, and you gag a little, unprepared. then, of course, you moan lowly at the roughness of it all.
âquit whining,â sam scolds, âiâm tryna be nice to you, baby.â his two fingers are long and heavy on your tongue, perfect to suckle on and moan and drool around.
ââm sorry,â you mumble, voice throaty and words a little distorted because of his fingers. he can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth, threatening to soon spill over and dribble down your chin unless he moves his fingers away from your throat and lets you swallow. of course, he wants to see you all dirty and pathetic for him, absolutely relishing in the feeling of your drool slipping between his fingers and down his palm and your chin. he almost wants to bend down and lick the drool from your face.
âyouâre so good, drooling for me, honey,â he croons, enraptured by the view in front of him. heâs been so focused on you sucking on his fingers that heâs almost forgotten about all else for a moment. his other hand has been squeezing and massaging and pawing at your waist as he watches you, but the knowledge that his fingers in your mouth have you so squirmy gives him a better idea.
âi bet youâre so wet for me,â he murmurs, fingertips dipping past the waistline of your sweatpants and underwear to prod at your entrance. you shiver and softly whine at the feeling, more drool slipping past your lips. âjesus, sweetheart, youâre soaked,â he groans. âyou fucking love my fingers in your mouth, donât you? bet you get wet just thinking about them there, huh?â
heâs completely right. just the thought of this makes you desperate for him. and the actual thing? it's sending you reeling, it's quieting your head and like this you think you'd let him do anything to you. the tip of your tongue gently pushes against the sensitive patch of skin right between his fingers and sam holds back a groan. his other hand gathers some of your slick, agonizingly slow and soft when he presses the pads of his fingers to your clit. you gasp before clamping your lips back around his fingers and sucking harder, drinking up the pleasure of it all.
âgod, youâre gonna kill me, sweetheart,â he pants, immediately pressing harder against your pretty nub to make you moan and drool and arch your back for him. âiâm gonna fuck you, baby,â he tells you. âand youâre gonna suck on my fingers the whole time and itâs gonna make you cum so hard, isnât it?â
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Have you already answered how you think hyung line sounds in bed? If not, who moans, whines, grunts, etc? You can also add jungwon to this if you want!
â jay:
directed moans for the most part but there may be an occasional whimper. It's not really a needy whimper but more of a "it feels so good I can't control the sounds I make" type of whimper. I like to think he's very in control of his thoughts for the most part [not always], to the point he moans intentionally to praise you for how good you feel. But when he's focused on the feeling and not on you specifically, Jay grunts, holds his breath, lets out long and exhausted sounding sighs when he feels good. And honestly they'd sound so good that I think they'd leave a pit in your stomach that urges you to pull more out of him. He's sensual whether he's subbing, domming, bottoming, or topping. Always with the need to take care of someone else...to the point he probably doesn't give his own horny sounds much attention. But mannnnnnn, jay would absolutely be panting and whining if you praise him for how good he feels and sounds. idk, i like to think you'd both get off on the sounds, and make more of them just to gain praise. like you'd lose your fucking minds together.
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jake:
whining, panting, drooling, choking, stuttering. i do see jake as a dom for the most part for very particular reasons but i don't think he is able to control himself when it comes to getting his dick wet. he can be pathetic, of course, but he will always sound pathetic whether he's acting the part or not. you will always be covered in his saliva and cum because of how he is, and how badly he wants to get off on/in/to you. jake loses his goddamn mind every time, no matter how quick or small an intimate situation may be. fr, he looks just as fucked out being edged for 6 hours as he would just getting a quick hand job under a dinner table at a restaurant. rest assured though, you know he wants you not only with the way he fucking begs even if he's choking you, but with the way he moves his body just as desperately. In other words, jake is desperate for power but has no idea what to do with it, so he cries.
â sunghoon:
mostly holding his breath, letting out deep, guttural groans and choked out sounds that can only be heard when he's right against your ear. always whispers and gentle touches despite the way his hips fuck painfully. Sunghoon is definitely the type to keep himself under control and intentionally try to have you babbling and mumbling incoherently in his ear. he does not want to drown out your pleasure with his own. still, he'd know how much you love his sounds, so when he notices you relaxing too much, or enjoying yourself too much, he will be sure to tense your body right back up so he can feel that pussy squeeze him so tight just because he breathed a little too deeply in your ear. he's very sensual, makes every fuck feel like he's making love where sounds and words are barely comprehended because you're so in the moment with him. half of the time you don't even notice his moans because his eyes are so dark yet shining while he looks at you mid-fuck. additionally, he buries himself deep, it's hard to imagine you think at all when he's fucking you.
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heeseung:
all the sounds, all the dirty talk, everything. I'd like to say though, that if heeseung whimpers, it's solely to get your attention and not at all because he's pleading for you to clench that pussy around him. every sound is a tease, and he'd definitely hold it against you. why? can't let pretty girl know how good he's feeling, right? after all, if you feel like you need to work harder to make him release sounds, you'll only end up fucking harder, harder, harder, until your legs are shaking and he can take full control and replace all those fake ass sounds with the real ones. deep guttural words of how lost you are on him, little praises disguised as dirty words and mockings of your behavior. his sounds are to make you chase and nothing more, up until he fills you up and you're nearly crying and begging for praise. he'd give in only to genuine moans when you're so far gone you barely can hear him.
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