#you’re so lovely and so soft and sweet and pure :((

[4berries]

warnings: mdni. nsfw!! 1.3k words of pure smut. soft dom! suguru, backseat car sex, fingering ( fem!reader receiving ), uhhhh praise kink, kinda bratty reader, sassy suguru lol, light manhandling, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, love ), slight public sex (?). ENJOY!! :))

sometimes you wonder how you get into certain situations with suguru so suddenly, because how the fuck did you get here??

“f-fuck- hold on,” the last word immediately gets cut off into a soft whine just as his grip tightens around your throat — you just couldn’t keep your sickly sweet noises to an absolute minimum, despite both of you knowing it’s common decency to not act a sinful deed out in public, at such a late time.

you couldn’t even see your surroundings to make sure you’re still the only ones out right now, eyes clenching tight and your mind as foggy as the windows of his benz from the strenuous session that is currently happening in his back seat. it’s hard to focus on the bubbling fear that settles in your stimulated nerves from the possibility of getting caught in the parking lot, when his fingers are doing nothing but fucking it out from you.

“please,” it sounds strained already and you wonder if that was even your voice, hoarse and cracking at the end of every breathless whine the more he fucks into the drooling heat between your thighs. “fuck, fuck, hold on-“

“baby, relax..” his voice was mellow, almost way too calm for your own liking— it’s almost agitating how well composed he sounded, how soft and gentle his tone was when you’re the one falling apart from the constant ecstasy. his chest rumbles against your arched back with a small chuckle and you’re practically trying to pull away from the puff of breath that wafts right against your ear.

but you can’t, shivers gliding down your flexed spine as your nails helplessly claw at his skin.

you’ve already tried squirming away before— only to have him spread your thighs once again with his own, keeping them in place as he continues to sink his lithe fingers knuckles deep into your squelching mess.

and once suguru deemed that still wasn’t enough from seeing how your body leaned forward in attempt to crawl over the middle compartment towards the front seat, he decided to put you in the position you’re in right now.

always so defiant, you would recall him say with a fond smile on his face.

fuck him and his strength, it only makes you whine in defeat and pure desire.

“take deep breaths?” he supplies with a gentle murmur and it’s all you can hear ringing in your mind.

“i… i would … i- if you just stop squeezing me,“ you’re immediately emphasizing by digging your nails harder into the flexing muscles of his bicep and forearm, which was currently blocking the airway of your throat. admittedly, being squished in a headlock shouldn’t be as effective as it is, but all you felt was lightheaded fluff filling your mind as your hazy eyes flutter open to see nothing but the roof of his car passed your own disheveled bangs.

“if i let you go, would you promise me you won’t run away again?”

it’s not a given, clearly, and he knows that enough to even ask the question in the first place, but with the building coil in your stomach only growing more the longer his fingers drag within your clenching walls, you felt the need of escaping slowly dying and your entire body succumbing to the pleasure instead.

you nod curtly, as much as you can within his hold and he hums in return.

“words, sweetheart.”

“y-yes,” you gasp out, just as he nudges knuckles deep into your pussy. you could’ve sworn you’ve seen stars in the sky instead of the roof of his car right in that moment. “yeah, i promise, baby.”

his body felt warm the further yours slumps against his to allow your head to rest onto his shoulder behind you. it’s a moment of compromise: you’re melting, he loosens. you’re breathing, he continues.

“there we go,” you could say you hate the way you immediately preen at his subtle praise but why should you defy it when your body already tells him otherwise? “deep breathes, you know that gives you a better release.”

your grip loosens on his arm just as his did around your neck, allowing you to slump into a puddle of pleasure in his embrace.

and yet, his fingers never stopped, inching you closer to that sweet break.

“ohhh, your fingers,” the words tumble from passed your spit slick lips in an concoction of incoherent whines, the filter in your mouth completely dissipating once you’re reaching that ecstatic high. “fuuck me- i love your hands… ” you sigh, turning slightly to gentle nuzzle against his collarbone, almost as if you want to hide your noises but both of you know that’s never the case.

he knows how much you seek the closeness and warm of his body and he lets you as he focuses on bringing you to your release. he knows you’re freely letting your noises grow higher, prattling mindlessly just as he twists his wrists in the right angle. he knows you completely forgot about your fear of getting caught or the agitation you felt from your shirt riding up your torso, the emotion of pleasure overriding your senses in the middle of this empty parking lot. he knows you’re beyond the point of return and he’ll gently guide you through it all.

you can practically hear the grin in his voice, “what, they feel better than yours, huh?”

“fuck yeah,” you instantly moan in return, thighs already trembling as they slip further apart than before. “i’m… fucking your fingers forever for now on- would you let me?”

“of course, sweetheart..”

“i can’t believe you convinced me to do this, you’re sick-“

“and yet you’re here, soaking my entire hand?”

“ohhh- mhmmm, ‘cause i love your hands-“ you immediately cave in because it’s the truth.

he knows you’re getting closer; your constant yapping, the slight jerks of your hips meeting his palm and the small pants you puff between your words said enough for him. it’s a habit and he’ll let you indulge for now, despite you being a bit bratty since earlier. “yeah? gonna come?”

you’re whining endlessly, drawn out and slightly higher as you shift your attention back down, eyes refocusing to the sight below; the point of contact. the coil tightens and your jaw drops lower as he slightly increases the pace of his thrusts.

he can feel your impending release, sticky walls clenching around his fingers sporadically.

your eyes are stuck on the glistening sheen on his fingers everytime they pull away from your cunt, slick strings connecting your skin together.

“i think so ..” you mumble softly as your eyes rolling behind your fluttering eyelids, head lolling against his sternum from the lack of strength as you whine once again. “fuck, it feels weird..”

oh, how he wishes he could see the agonizing bliss that paints your expression, those sharp facial features contorted into a pleasured scrunch. he keeps his chin over the side of your head, keeping his eyes on his hand instead because now you’re panting with higher whines and clenching his skin even tighter than before.

if you were so conscious about keeping quiet before, you’re definitely getting heard from outside now but it’s evident that neither of you care anymore. you’re showing all the clear signs of what’s to come and he’s not missing the chance, eyes wildly open to catch the view.

“i got you, relax. just fuck on my fingers.” if you weren’t so caught up on the strange pressure that intensifies in your navel, you would’ve caught the slight, urgency in his desperate tone.

“dunno, it’s—“

“come on, baby, soak me like you said you would.”

a/n: wrote this in the car while waiting for my wing stop order to be done 🙂‍↕️

[dismalflo]

hello!! love ur writing it’s very sweet <3

i wanted to request a regulus black x reader, where he’s nervous about asking the r on a date. because maybe he’s kind of new to the group and they don’t know each other very well or just because r is good friends with sirius or whatever you feel like

thanku <3

thank you for requesting lovely! <3

Regulus Black x Reader who is asked on a date post party ✩ 846 words

cw: fluff

After the stress of moving all your belongings to a new flat, trying to find the cheapest and cutest furniture possible, you were ready to relax. Instead of that, you have all your friends crammed into your small flat for a housewarming party.

James and Sirius had outright demanded that “you have to host, you can't deprive us of this!”, obviously you relented. 

The amount of drinks and sweets sitting in the kitchen was a ridiculous amount for your little group but you've made your way through it.

Now it’s 2am, you feel happier than you have in a long time to have been surrounded by lovely people all evening. Your flats a mess, but that's tomorrow's issue, although you do notice that someone has started to gather the rubbish into bin bags. 

As your friends start to filter out with big hugs and pats on the back in parting, you notice one man lingering. Regulus Black. A relatively new addition to your group but a lovely one. He's stoic and quiet, yes, but also he's maybe the most caring and observant man you've ever met. He's always asking questions about things you mention in passing, always listening completely like you're the most interesting thing ever. 

Looking at him standing in your kitchen bin bag in hand, you see that he's the one that's been tidying up through the night and your heart fills a little at his sweetness.

“Oh Reg, you don’t have to do that. It’s late.” you smile at him.

“I thought I’d make it easier for you in the morning”, he flushes, a pink hue filling his cheeks “and I– I wanted to ask you something” 

As he fidgets with the bag, you soften and nod encouraging him to keep speaking, not used to seeing Regulus so flustered.

He takes a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the floor for a moment before looking up at you again, his expression serious but earnest. "I—well, I’ve been meaning to ask you... if you’d like to—" He pauses, clearing his throat and his fingers nervously twisting the edge of the bin bag. "Would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a proper date? Not as part of some group thing, just... us?"

The words hang in the air between you two, and for a moment, you’re not sure if you heard him correctly.  Regulus Black, the quiet, reserved and prettiest man you've laid eyes on, was asking you out.

You blink, your heart racing in your chest, and it feels like the entire room goes still as you process his question.

"I—" you begin, and his eyes dart away, clearly mistaking your pause for rejection. He starts to straighten up, as if about to leave, but you quickly step toward him, gently placing a hand on his arm. The soft touch makes him freeze.

"Yes. I’d like that. I’d really like that." you say with a warm smile. 

His eyes snap back to yours, a mix of disbelief and relief flashing across his face. Then, slowly, a shy but genuine smile curves at the corners of his lips.

"Really?" His voice is quiet, almost disbelieving.

You nod, your heart swelling at how sweetly taken aback he seems. "Of course. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I—" You hesitate for a moment, “I like to think that I would have built up the courage to ask you out if you didn't.”

The smile that spreads across his face is so brilliant, so warm, it makes your chest tighten. Regulus, the man who usually carried himself with such an air of mystery and composure, was now standing in front of you with a look of pure joy on his face.

He glances at the bin bag in his hand again, as if only now realising he’s still holding it. His mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, clearly not as concerned with the tidying anymore. "this can wait?."

You laugh softly, not minding the mess. “I think you’ve done more than enough, yeah?”

He nods, the tension in his shoulders easing, and he steps closer. For a second, neither of you move, and it feels like the air between you has shifted – charged. Then, he gently touches your arm, leaning in just a little, and you realize he's hesitating, waiting for your lead.

Without hesitation, you lean forward, just enough to close the space, and your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. It’s not a rush, but a sweet, slow thing, like a promise being made.

When you pull away, you’re both smiling, and Regulus’ eyes are full of something warm, something that you hadn’t recognized before.

"Goodnight, then, I– I’ll call you tomorrow." he says, his voice thick with emotion.

"Goodnight, Reg," you reply, your heart full as he turns to leave. 

Walking down the stairs outside your flat, Regulus’ phone pings.

Did you do it then? Did she say yes?

Yes I did, and yes she did. Thank you, now piss off about it Sirius.

FUCKING FINALLY.

[mayriak]

heyyy i was wondering if you Could do Sae byeok x fem best friend reader Where reader is getting ready to go out and Sae byeok is waiting for her to be done with her makeup. When she puts on lipstick she walks over to Sae byeok and starts to kiss her neck and face to get rid of the extra lipstick that Could ruin her makeup. But to your suprise Sae byeok lets you without complaining and seems unfazed about it. You leave a lot of kiss Marks on her neck and face but did not tell her to take it off. You went out and met with your friends and Sae byeoks friends and end up getting teased because of the kiss Marks with comments like “you two had some fun before coming” or “i swear to god are you two dating or best friends”

Thank you and have a lovely Day or night!!!

Hi!! Yes of course I can do that, again sorry for the late answer, I’ve been doing another fanfic/request<3

So sorry if it’s bad, I need to get adjusted to do more than 3k words fanfic!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🤍་༘࿐ Kang Sae-Byeok

Warnings : None, just pure fluff!

Words : 1.1k. Shorter, just a small drabble about it :)

A/N : I had a lot of fun making this, thank you for your request!

. . .

You pressed your lips together, applying the red lipstick as you sat in front of the mirror. After finishing your makeup, you studied your reflection, checking for any imperfections before heading out. You wanted everything to be just right—after all, you were going out with Sae-Byeok. Sae-Byeok was also preparing in the bathroom, the sound of the running sink and the clatter of her brush against the porcelain filling the air.

Rising from your seat, you adjusted your long black dress, which featured a stylish slit on the side. Your hair was elegantly styled in heated curls, and your makeup was tastefully simple, with bold red lipstick that perfectly complemented your smoky black eyeshadow.

A few moments later, Sae-Byeok emerged from the bathroom, looking perfectly prepared. She was wearing the suit you had bought for her once, and she truly looked fantastic.

You brushed a strand of hair away from your face, which had become stuck to your lips. The open window only made it worse, rustling more hair against your mouth. Perhaps you had applied too much lipstick. You knew that using a wipe to remove it would mean having to reapply, and you weren't eager for that hassle.

A sudden idea struck you. You recalled that your lipstick wasn’t truly waterproof, and the last time you had worn it, a kiss mark had left its impression on Sae-Byeok's cheek. A playful smirk danced across your lips as you approached her with an air of innocence.

As you neared, you noticed her ears perk up at the sound of your footsteps. She didn’t bother to turn around; she could already see you in the reflection of the mirror behind her. “What are you planning to do?”

You smiled at her reflection in the mirror, silent. Although you were slightly shorter, it was easy to reach her face. With your hands resting on her waist, your lips brushed softly against her neck, leaving a trail of sweet kisses and red marks in their wake.

She didn’t respond with words, but the smirk that spread across her lips spoke volumes as she tilted her head to the side, inviting you for more. Your lips gently traced her skin, leaving a rosy imprint along both sides of her neck. Tilting your head, you began to shower her cheeks with tender kisses. A soft chuckle escaped Sae-Byeok's throat as she surrendered to the moment, allowing you to continue undisturbed.

“I think it’s done now.” You released your hold on her waist and turned back to the mirror, glancing at your lipstick. As you carefully wiped away the smudges around your lips, a smile spread across your face. When you looked back at Sae-Byeok, you couldn’t help but admire the masterpiece you had created.

She started to reach for some cotton and makeup remover, but you gently took hold of her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “You’re keeping that. Look, you look great with it! Don’t ruin this piece of art!” You joked.

She let out a soft chuckle as she set the cotton back on the table. Turning to face her, she placed her hands on her hips. “I’ll have to leave the house like this?” She asked, and you simply nodded in response. She let out a soft sigh, unable to stay angry for long. There was something endearing about it—a subtle reminder that you belonged to her.

You took a seat to slip on your heels, while Sae-Byeok donned matching shoes that complemented her suit. Noticing your struggle, she knelt down, gently grasping your ankle to assist you in tying your heels. With a grateful smile, you nodded your appreciation.

As she rose to her feet, you followed, and together you both made your way towards the door, the sound of your heels echoing on the floor as well as the echo of Sae-Byeok’s footsteps. She opened the door, allowing you to step outside before her, then locked it securely behind you. Together, you both left the apartment, the traces of your kisses still lingering delicately on her skin.

. . .

Both of you sat on a bench, the pulsating beats from the nearby bar resonating through the street. You were waiting for Sae-Byeok's friends, whom she had invited for a night out. Naturally, you agreed to join her; after all, you had never met her friends before, and it seemed like a great opportunity to expand your friends circle.

Suddenly, hands gripped your shoulders, and a scream escaped your lips. You whipped your head around to see who it was, only to find Sae-Byeok laughing at you. The shock on your face must have been quite amusing to her.

“Hey, guys!” With a light chuckle, she rose to wrap her arms around them, though they exchanged puzzled glances. One of them reached out, gently brushing her cheek and drawing attention to the kiss marks left behind. “Who did that?”

You lifted your head and smiled. Sae-Byeok appeared unfazed, simply pointing in your direction. Her friend chuckled and made a teasing suggestion that left you feeling a bit embarrassed, “Did you find yourself a girlfriend?” She teased.

Hearing that made it feel as though you were choking on air. Sae-Byeok? Your girlfriend? It felt like a dream that was just out of reach. Hearing that made it feel as though you were choking on air. Sae-Byeok? Your girlfriend? It felt like a dream that was just out of reach. “No, no! She’s just my friend..” The friend appeared unconvinced and continued with her playful teasing.

“Doesn’t look like it.. Did you have fun?” She chuckled softly, but both you and Sae-Byeok felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, and you quickly shook your head in disbelief. A relationship with her was likely just a figment of your imagination—something that could never truly happen!

She chuckled at your embarrassment but quickly restrained herself out of consideration for you. Walking over to the bar, she held the door open, inviting you to step inside. You waited patiently for the others to join you.

As a group, you picked a table situated away from the bustling crowd, ensuring it was just the five of you, free to enjoy your time together. Yet, just when it seemed the moment couldn't get any better, Sae-Byeok's friend playfully chimed in again, eager to clarify their relationship. “Are you two dating or best friends?”

You let out a soft sigh, cradling your drink in your hand. It wasn’t that you were annoyed; it was simply that you found yourself puzzled by it all. The situation felt complicated. The way you interacted, the glances you exchanged, the moments you shared. . . everything seemed to carry a weight that you couldn't quite grasp.

At last, Sae-Byeok spoke up, and her response caught you off guard, sending a flush to your cheeks—hopefully hidden in the shadows of your dimly lit corner. “Maybe more.”

Wait.. What?!

[thebibutterflyao3]

"Ordinary"

@pandalilymicrofics - 748 words

part seven - part eight - part nine

“Maman? Who are you talking—Oh! Uncles!” Luna swiped Pandora’s mobile and plopped onto a stool at the counter. Immediately, the conversation took a sharp turn.

Regulus’s face lit up at the sight of his goddaughter. “Ma chérie! L'école va bien? Tu as besoin de quelque chose? Tu as des amis?” (My darling! School is good? You need anything? You have friends?) 

“Of course she has friends!” Sirius chastised. “Luna is nature’s child. Who wouldn’t love our moon baby?”

Luna grinned wider than ever. “I do have friends, four of them!”

“You see?” Sirius said, sounding self-satisfied. “She is fine. Stop mothering her.”

“Hush.” Regulus’s voice shifted to a gentle tone as he turned back to Luna. “What can I send you, my sweet? A pretty dress? Oh, I know! you don’t have a tiara!”

Sirius scoffed, “Non! Ce n'est pas une petite fille! (No! She's not a little girl!) She’s a teenager now. You want records and a record player, don’t you? I can send you some of my favourites, ma grenouille.” (my frog)

“Records? You’re a fossil. I have her and Pandora on my Spotify plan,” Regulus said.

Pandora was shaking with silent laughter as the brothers began arguing over the gifts they would send for her birthday. Luna happily watched them bicker with pure, unfiltered adoration splashed over her soft features. They were obnoxiously wealthy and had to be forcefully limited to only sending gifts for holidays. Which meant every ordinary holiday was treated like Christmas and Luna received a pile of gifts. Thankfully, they had excellent taste in clothes and generally bought things that they knew Luna would like. Please do send a tiara. I may have to steal it.

“Hmm, new paint brushes would be nice,” Luna said finally. “I’m working on a mural. Do you want to see?”

“And paint!” Sirius enthused. “Yes! Show us!”

Regulus clicked his tongue in agreement. “Perhaps a smock as well? You're freckled with orange, darling.”

They disappeared up the stairs, chattering like mice plotting to steal cheese from the pantry. Except, she supposed, it was more like mice who intended to fill the pantry with cheese. Pandora huffed at her failed metaphor and focused on the cheese at hand, or rather, on the sandwiches she was making. Croque monsier was one of Luna’s favourites, and her own comfort food.

When the sandwiches were ready, she threw together a small salad for each of them and set the table. Pandora knew that Luna would wander down when she smelled it, so she didn’t bother to interrupt…until she heard the TikTok song that her daughter was singing. Shite. Don’t spin! Don’t spin! 

She rushed up the stairs to find Luna spinning wildly as she sang,

I am an alien. My rocket ship is human bone and skin. I’m something smaller, staring out the skull with a panel of wire and buttons. I don’t understand, spamming every one of them. So does being human mean pretending to know what’s going on. Hello? What’s going on? Ohhhh Ahhhhh Hello? Fine! (“What’s Going On?” by madilynmei on TikTok)

Regulus made a strange noise as Pandora pulled the phone from Luna’s hand, then he started breathing heavily. “I-I’m feeling a bit off. Pardon me, my sweet.” 

He disappeared from the screen and Sirius took over, grinning broadly. “I love that song, Luna! Give me back to her. Let’s hear it again. How’s it start? I am an alien…”

“Fine, but no more spinning when Uncle Regulus is on the screen, alright? It makes him ill, remember?” Pandora said, reluctantly handing the phone over. 

“Sorry, Uncle!” Pandora then launched into the song again, jumping up on her bed to bounce instead. 

Pandora sighed, holding back a laugh when Sirius joined in enthusiastically. He was always the one who encouraged her daughter’s chaotic side, while Regulus tended to prefer her whimsical side. Between the two of them and Evan, Luna had a rapt audience for any and everything that popped into her mind. 

Watching her daughter thrive on her uncles’ attention warmed her from the inside out. The two of them may live alone, but they were surrounded by so many loving people that it never felt that way. Their family had always felt so full, so supportive and loving. In moments like this, Pandora couldn’t help but feel grateful for every one of them who filled the gap that losing Xeno left behind. 

I don’t know what I would do without them. Probably drink. 

[strawbrryvyy]

Forever - S.E

pairing : Song Eunseok x fem!reader synopsis : Eunseok wants to spend forever with his beloved.

a/n:hiiiii loveliesss!!! I hope you like this and fear not anton smau will get its second chapter soon and for everyone who wanted to be in the taglist you will be!!

“Eunseok.”

It was like honey—not for his mouth, but for his ears. The sweet sound of his beloved’s voice echoed in his mind as he turned to face her. Her smile didn’t just brighten his day; it had the power to illuminate the lives of a billion people. Her aura was radiant, pure—she was perfect.

Perfect, not in an unattainable way, but in the way that mattered most. She wasn’t just someone to pass the time with—she was his forever. If he could, he would gather every clock in the world and freeze them, trapping himself in the moments he spent with her. The moments where he memorized every curve, every mole, every bump on her skin.

…The way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on the fabric of her dress—Eunseok had memorized it all. Every little detail was etched into his mind like poetry written by the universe itself.

“You’re staring again,” she teased, tilting her head slightly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Eunseok didn’t even attempt to deny it. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, stepping closer, his hand instinctively reaching for hers. His fingers curled around hers with practiced ease, as if they were sculpted to fit together.

She sighed, but it wasn’t one of annoyance—it was a sigh of contentment, of familiarity, of love. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep me,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “Forever.”

Her eyes softened, the teasing edge fading into something more tender, more vulnerable. “Forever?”

“Forever,” he affirmed, and as if to seal his words, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

Because time could move, the seasons could change, the world could shift—but his love for her? That was the one thing that would remain untouched, unwavering, and infinite.

She let out a soft chuckle, resting her forehead against his chest. “Forever sounds nice.”

Eunseok smiled, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close as if he could somehow merge their souls into one. “It does, doesn’t it?” he murmured.

The late afternoon sun cast golden hues around them, filtering through the leaves of the towering trees that stood as silent witnesses to their love. The breeze was gentle, rustling the hem of her dress, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and the promise of eternity.

She looked up at him again, her gaze searching, deep, as if she were trying to carve this moment into her memory just as he had done countless times before. “You make me feel safe,” she admitted softly. “Like nothing in the world could ever touch me as long as I’m with you.”

Eunseok felt something tighten in his chest, an ache so sweet it almost hurt. “That’s because nothing ever will,” he promised, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Not as long as I’m breathing.”

She smiled again, and for the millionth time, he felt himself falling—falling into the depths of her existence, her laughter, her love.

And if falling meant being with her, he’d never want to land.

[baekhyunsbestie]

Hello, first of all, your profile gives a very sweet and peaceful, soft feeling! 🥺🩷

I want to read a pregnancy/dad story about Baekhyun if possible. They already have a 4-year-old daughter and now they have a little boy. Maybe it's about how he takes care of his wife while also taking care of both an older child and a newborn baby... Also, dealing with his daughter who is happy to have a new sibling but feels jealous and becomes moody and angry. 🧸

Thank you and stay happy and safe! 🩷

awww hi bby! ty ty tyyyy for being so sweet n sending in a req <333 here's a lil drabble 4u!! :') really loved writing this omg i feel so soft 😭🥹🙂‍↕️💘💖💓💞💗💖

it's 3:27 a.m., and baekhyun is running on three hours of sleep and pure instinct. he’s got a bottle in one hand, rocking the newborn bassinet with his foot, while his other hand rubs gentle circles into your back. you’re curled up on your side of the bed, head barely staying up as exhaustion weighs heavy on your body.

“baby, get some rest,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep himself, but still so gentle. you shake your head, murmuring something about the baby needing another feed soon. baekhyun sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i got it. just close your eyes for a bit.”

you do, but it’s clear your mind won’t let you fully rest. the baby starts fussing again, and baekhyun swiftly moves, lifting the tiny bundle into his arms with practiced ease. “shh, buddy, i got you. don’t wake your mom, yeah?” he coos, rocking your newborn son against his chest, his fingers brushing over the fine tufts of dark hair.

from the hallway, there’s a soft shuffling sound, followed by a small voice.

“daddy?”

baekhyun turns his head to see your four-year-old daughter, her hair a mess of sleepy waves, her stuffed bunny clutched tightly in her arms. her lower lip juts out just slightly, and he knows that look. he knows it too well.

setting the baby down in the bassinet, he crouches to her level. “what’s wrong, bunny?”

“you don’t love me anymore, huh?” she sniffles, eyes filled with betrayal.

ah.

baekhyun's heart squeezes. he’s been so caught up in balancing everything—taking care of you, making sure the newborn is fed and changed, keeping the house from falling apart—that he hadn’t realized just how much his little girl was feeling left behind.

he holds out his arms. “c’mere, bun.”

she hesitates for only a second before stepping into his embrace, her little arms wrapping around his neck. baekhyun hoists her up, holding her close like he used to before the baby arrived.

“you know i love you just as much, right?” he murmurs into her hair.

her arms tighten around him, small fingers clenching onto his shirt. “but you’re always with him.”

he sighs, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “i know, sweetheart. but that doesn’t mean i love you any less. you’re still my baby too.”

she pulls back just slightly, eyes big and glassy. “promise?”

“promise,” he says without hesitation. then, after a beat, he grins. “tell you what—how about tomorrow, you and me have a daddy-daughter day? just us. we’ll get ice cream, go to the park, maybe sneak in a movie while your mom and baby brother nap.”

her face lights up, the jealousy momentarily forgotten. “really?”

“of course, my love.”

her arms wrap around his neck again, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

baekhyun stays like that for a while, holding his first baby while his second sleeps soundly in the bassinet. eventually, she dozes off in his arms, small breaths evening out.

when he turns, he sees you watching him, eyes warm with love despite the exhaustion.

“you’re the best dad,” you whisper.

he chuckles softly, shifting to press a kiss to your lips. “nah. just doing my best.”

you smile, resting your forehead against his.

and in that moment, with one child in his arms and another sleeping peacefully nearby, baekhyun knows—he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

[whitehartlane]

as a fan of another pl team i think your problem is that your captain is son. he's too emotional and soft and instead of demanding better of your players he goes around comforting them and protecting them from the refs. idk i feel like he's probably let the band get to his head a bit and now he's pushing people like PEH (who have proper authority) away from the refs, it's a bit weird. strange appointment. he's trying too hard

know him do you?

[1004tyun-archive]

crystal 🥺🥺🩷 i know you’re already awake but it’s mostly because of your period pains and i hate that you’re in mommy :(( i don’t like it i wanna make it all go away…

today i was thinking i need to get rid of some habits… guess what im already thinking about ice cream ;_; the wifey salad will NOT help… neither will the nectarines… i’ll have to repeat to myself that i’ll get ice cream tomorrow… IM SO SAD MOMMY 😭😭😭🩷 but i was really freaked out by my breakout… i’m aging i can’t eat whatever i want whenever i want anymore 😔 also one thing so many nectarines were actually not good i was so sad i had to throw away three :(

moodboard of bedrooms because you said you wanted me to visit your bedroom!! 🥺🥺🩷 i wanna meet snorlax whom i’m always so jealous of 🥹😭 and that poster >:( i’m gonna teach taegyu a lesson dhsjdjd 😭

my love 🥺🥺🩷 i was thinking about living together in one of the fairy castles that you reblogged yesterday 🥺🥺🩷 i want that so bad… i also wanna get to the nearby river so we can play and shower together (idk how hygienic that is… but ✨aesthetic✨) 🥺🥹🩷 i love you so much my little mommy 🥺🥺 i hope you know i’m here for you always and i wish i could make you feel better during your period 😖 my sweetie pie~ i love you so much and i miss you even now 🥺🥺 i scrolled up to look at your cute picture hehe you’re so adorable, my adorable mommy 🥺😚🩷💎

baby~ 🥺🥺🩵 you’re so sweet my cramps are feeling okay today actually! maybe they heard your intimidation and decided to back off 😳

aw it’s okay baby 😭😭😭 you really did try not to have any today and your effort was still worth it! if you have some tomorrow i’m sure it’ll be okay 🥺 i understand being freaked out by your breakout but i promise you’ll be okay 🥺🥺🩵 sorry about your nectarines btw i hate having to toss bad fruit bc you can’t help but think if you were a day or two earlier those could’ve been eaten :(( and i hate that we’re not in those same young bodies that could eat whatever and be completely fine though meanwhile nowadays if i have dairy two days in a row my body starts destroying itself from the inside out like wtf 😭😭😭

oooh the bedrooms you chose are so cute!!! 🥺🥺🥺🩵 and little tyunning in the middle 🥺 hehe i’m sure snorlax would be honored to meet you i’ve told him so much about you 🥹 djshsjs me and the poster are still beefing maybe if you teach taegyu a lesson for trying to assassinate me they won’t do it again since they clearly won’t listen to me -_-

that would be such a dream come true my love i want it so badly too~ 🥺🥺🩵🩵 bathing in river water may not be hygienic but it’s so romantic and that’s all that matters 🥹🥹✨✨ my little baby 🥺🥺🥺 i love you so much you’re so kind and caring and beautiful my cherry bonbon 🥺🩵 i know we’re literally talking right now but i miss you :(( the picture you sent yesterday is so cute i’m gonna go scroll up to look at it right now you just look so precious and peaceful 🥺🥺🥺 my sweet lovable cherry bear, my darling baby~ 🥺🩵🩵

[manmuncher777]

Imagine Virgin!Choso who is just unaware how good his dick is.

He’s inexperienced obviously, and is getting lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you squeal out, each swear punctuated by the swift thrust of choso’s hips. You couldn’t stop the moans even if you tried. He was fucking you with such hunger it was a surprise you could still speak. His pace was incredible, so brutal yet he hardly seemed tired. His hips never faltering as he fucked himself deeper and deeper Choso lost it from the second he sunk inside you, watching in awe as your pussy greedily sucked in every single inch he gave. His jaw dropping open as he bottomed out. Listening to the sweet melody of your mewls from beneath him. As soon as he moved, there was nothing that would have been able to stop him, his hips snapping into you so fast, over and over again. His eyes eagerly trained on watching himself enter you. So focused that you were sure he had no idea that he was already about to make you cum a mere few minutes in. All he was processing was the noises of your slick cunt with each move he made His thick cock stretching you to so perfectly you couldn’t stop the rambling moans. With your legs chucked over his shoulders, it just meant he could reach even deeper inside you. “Fuck Cho~ so fucking good” that caused his eyes to snap up to you. First trailing over your tits that were bouncing with every thrust, and then landing on your fucked out face, screwed up in pleasure. He pretty red tip was bullying that soft spot inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper that you were sure you could feel him in your lungs. His eager strokes never ceasing. “Fuckin’ love your cock baby” praise was the only thing you could give the man as he fucked you into the mattress. That look on his face, a look or hunger, of need. It was like he was running on pure adrenaline, that would be the only thing to explain his feral pace. His almost crazed behaviour, the way he never once stuttered in his movements, those moans he let out. It was unlike anything you had ever seen, but you certainly weren’t complaining. There was no way he could be a virgin “R-Really?” His deep voice questioned, coming out as a strain. You would have answered him if something hadn’t cut you off “Holy Fuck- m’cumming!” You cried out, soaking his lower abdomen as you did. Your body squirmed as the pleasure wracked over you, his merciless thrusts still not stopping even as you began to squeal and whine with overstimulation Yes you really did love his cock

[classyrbf]

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[hellokittyish]

★ thinking about nanami who is the type of husband to buy you two wedding rings — one for your finger and one to hang on the end of a necklace purely so that he can watch it bounce between the valley of your breasts whenever he fucks you in missionary.

there’s just something so deeply satisfying about seeing you flushed and panting underneath him, stripped completely bare except for the jewellery he gave you at the altar adorning your soft, beautiful body.

and it never fails to make him go absolutely feral when he sees you reach up with a trembling hand to hold onto the ring around your neck while he fucks you, stopping the necklace from flying all over the place as a result of the sheer force behind each of his thrusts.

so in the blink of an eye he has both your wrists pinned to the mattress above your head with the grip of just one of his big hands, sweaty forehead meeting yours as he grunts out a raspy “don’t hide it, sweetheart. i always want to be able to see that pretty ring while i’m making love to you.”

and when he cums, he doesn’t do it inside you — because as much as he’d like to fill you up and watch his sticky mess trickle out of your puffy pussy like he usually would, he just can’t resist the urge to pull out at the very last moment and finish all over your chest instead, despite your adorable little whines of protest.

because the sight of the large diamond wedding ring hanging from your neck being splattered with his goopy white seed makes for a downright sinful portrait showcasing just how much you belong to him, and he loves it more than he would ever care to admit out loud.

so while you’re busy drifting off into a sated slumber, nanami quietly captures a photo of the lewd visual before him, saving it to the only folder he has, which is aptly named ‘my sweet wife’.

truly a romantic, in every sense of the word.

[sleepy-kitten-of-mine]

[gojosprettyprincess]

TOJI FUCKING YOU WITH HIS GUN ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Tw - gun play, dubcon. Don’t take this seriously, I was like half asleep while writing it :( Not proofread.

“You’re so disgusting baby, can’t believe you’re getting off from this” Toji scoffs in a condescending tone. He callously digs the nuzzle of his gun further into your bare cunt with brutal force that made your legs tremble.

The foreign sensation had your toes instinctively curling in the air because of the startling touch of the cool metal pressing into your delicate core.

“N-no, g-get it out!” You pleaded fearfully, your voice quivering as you desperately tried to wiggle yourself off his lap. His strong grip on your thighs only tightened, preventing your escape. You could feel the warm pool of slick gradually welling up around his gun as it slowly sank deeper into your drooling cunt.

“No? Then why’s this pussy so wet, you’re soaking up my gun like a pathetic little slut, baby” he chuckled wickedly at the irony as he peered down to where you’re seated on his lap, your back is flushed against his taut abs— feeling the warmth of his body enveloping yours.

He unawarely licks his scarred lips at the pretty mess encircling between your plush thighs. An evident wet patch is forming around his gun and he can’t help but coo at how messy you are, despite how dangerous it is.

Or maybe that’s why you’re so messy to begin with.

“You know I can pull the fucking trigger right now and you’ll die but I bet that didn’t cross your mind, did it?”. He taunts mockingly, starting a slow pace in your cunny and watching how the inviting little hole happily swallows the gun deeper in. “As long as you have something stuffed in this greedy pussy, that’s all you care about, huh?”.

You immediately released a delicious moan when the gun’s trigger brushes against your throbbing clit, rubbing against it and creating a new wave of pleasure. You felt a rush of embarrassment as your body betrayed your own resistance.

Toji’s eyes lit up with pure satisfaction, taking pleasure in your helplessness.

“Fuck— you’re so sick Toji!” You exclaimed before thrashing your head back against his hard chest, a shuddering sigh escaping your lips as your eyes clenched shut tightly. Your heart thundering in your chest as the cool metal invaded your most intimate part.

“Awe but you love it, don’t you baby. s’why your little cunt is drooling everywhere”. His breath is hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine because of how it gave you goosebumps.

You wanted to deny it, to fight against the forbidden pleasure he was forcing upon you but the way your eager core was clenching with need around the unfamiliar object wasn’t making it even slightly possible.

He pressed his gun further, inch by inch until you were fully impaled by the steel. The metal widened the entrance of your cunny, forcibly stretching it open as he fucks in and out. The sight of his muscular forearm tensing and bulging with his motions didn’t help your cunt from soaking the object one bit.

He deftly maneuvers the arm that had been holding your thighs, positioning it underneath to allow him to bring his hand up to delicately tease your hard nipples, gently rolling it between his rough fingertips. You arched against his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Need you to cum f’me baby, cum on daddy’s gun yeah? You can do it”.

His words are like fuel to the fire, igniting a need deep within you. You can feel the tension coiling tighter, the gun’s trigger teasing your sensitive bud with every thrust and working against your favor.

“N-no…I..fuck!” You struggled to form coherent words as Toji’s skilled movements pushed you closer to the edge. You can feel the way his clothed erection is throbbing underneath your ass, poking against you like it’s trying to bore a hole into your body.

“Come on baby, y’can do it, cream on it f’me” his voice is commanding, leaving no room for refusal. The gun was repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, prodding and poking against it for your arousal. It made your resistance crumble, your body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Mmph! Toji— stop–fuckk!” You cried out, your nails digging into his hefty forearm as you rode the wave of ecstasy. Your juices was steeping out and soaking both him and the weapon. The sticky cream decorating his gun and leaking onto his lap. He licks a long stripe of your face with a proud grin as he keeps plunging it in and out of you.

“Fuck yes, that’s a good girl, baby. Look at that fucking mess, shit” he groans as his hardened cock twitches with desperate need to be buried inside of you.

He quickly pulled the gun out of your soppy pussy and brought it up to your face for you to witness. Your essence was leaking everywhere as he showed you the mess. “See that? You’re nothing but a fucking whore that wants always something buried up your cunt. But s’okay baby, that’s why I love you”. He hummed contentedly with a warm kiss on your temple.

“Clean it” that was all you heard before he stuffed the gun into your mouth, making you gag around it as you tasted the sweet remnants of your own essence. The taste melts on your tastebuds, making you whimper. You swirled your tongue around the metal, sucking off your cum.

“That's it, baby,” he growled in a hoarse tone, thick with desire, urging you to continue. “Keep sucking it, get it all wet, and soak f’me so I can bury it in your other hole next”.

[screampied]

First time f!reader face sitting on kento

sitting on nanami’s face for the first time ★

warnings. fem! reader, face sitting + riding, hair pulling, praise, talking you through it, pussy drunk nanami, mdni.

“but—” each of your shy protests only makes nanami’s smile widen as he’s gleefully entrapped between your thighs. you’re hovering, just a few more inches and you’d take your seat right on his face. a thumb of his caress the demure curvature of your hips whilst you’re stammering up what to say next. “but what if you can’t breathe? i- i don’t wanna crush you, ‘ken.”

he brings a damp kiss near the outline of your panties that were lazily tugged towards the side. “honey,” and his entire voice was smooth, lingering with pure silk. mousy, mahogany eyes of his meets yours and he’s so delicate with his fingers. he then drags it to make it roam near your exposed folds, bringing a chaste kiss towards your entrance. “i promise, that’s not gonna happen. ‘m gonna be able to breathe.”

you swallow thickly, feeling a surging pulse within you from how kind he delivered his words—you furrow a brow, pouty expression and all before adding another concern onto your worries, “but-”

“but, i love you,” he chimes in with a soft smile, a thumb running down your sopping slit to make your legs judder. another kiss gets planted against your cunt before he’s just pawing at your thighs to take its inevitable seat on his face. “and i want you,” he continues, watching as you were biting back your own sweet, melodic whimpers. “so allow me,” he purrs, brushing his wedding ring against your swollen folds before giving it a teasing lick. “sit on my face, sweetheart. i got you, ‘n don’t worry about making a mess. i’ll take care of that later, okay?”

a whine spews from your wet parted lips before you finally fall into his lewd embrace— nanami watches with lit eyes as you’re gradually lowering yourself onto his mouth.

“atta girl, my sweet baby,” he coos, and another raw gasp sneaks it way past your lips. once you’re sat all the way down, a few warm breaths from his nose aerates against your sensitive skin. with long fluttering lashes, nanami’s tongue starts to greet your pussy was a striping slurp.

you’re already moaning, trying not to crush him with your drifting weight too hard but that was the very least of his worries. you taste sweet, syrupy slick coats the stubble that’s growing against his chiseled jaw before he lays his tongue flat.

“k-kento,” you’d whine, a fervor making the entire lower parts of your thighs ache already,

with swaying hips, you dig frigid fingers through his hair. whilst your digits comb right through his well kept strands, your maw starts to pry open.

its dangling, cute little pants run out of your lips as you hear the sloppy squelches he’s making against your cunt. his favorite meal, nanami cranes his head a bit to the left,

then, right,

then left.

he repeats this same exactly technique—laid out tip of his tongue prodding against your most tender spots.

nanami was a respectful pussy eater, respectful with a tiny sprinkle of sloppy. momentarily, your lustrous slick starts to coat a sheet right across his mouth. his jaw feels a few tingles every few seconds and a grunt escapes out of him. it was throaty, something as simple as nanami’s groans against your thighs never failed to make you throb again.

pretty browned eyes of his were half lidded—on the verge of closing to sink into pure bliss.

the soft plush of your thighs wraps around him and he’s never felt any more happier. “such a sweet girl,” he murmurs in a raspy tone, bringing a thumb back towards the middle part of your clit. he swipes against the pulsating nub to watch you spasm all on his face. the grip your legs had around his face drove him crazy,

you drove him crazy.

nanami was quite precise—he makes sure to not miss a single spot. with his tongue swirling in and out of your puffy folds, you feel his sucking on your clit accelerate.

a coquettish smile ceases against both sides of his lips before gifting the outer part with yet another kiss. nanami was a simple man—he’d have you suffocate him with his thighs any day.

a trailing string of spit glistens on his lips as he pulls back to breathe—caramel eyes, perfectly dilated in all gives you a hungry stare. “kentoo,” was all you could mutter out, the jerking of your hips approaching quicker.

he finds it cute on how you just couldn’t hold still, just squirming within his firm grasp. you knew with a tongue like his, you weren’t gonna last. it wasn’t rocket science, with the way you steadily oscillate your hips back and forth against his mouth—it snatches another booming groan from him. nanami feels the tent in his pants arise before a right hand of his squeezes your ass. “you’re so good, s-so nasty kento,” you huff, hands still in his hair. tips of your fingers tangle within the musses of his blond, parted hair. as he’s briefly moving his head side to side, enlarged umber pupils locks with yours. “gonna c-cumm.”

“but sweetheart,” he smooches a single kiss towards the inside of your entrance. it’s slick could have been used as exemplary lip gloss against his lips. his tongue effortlessly laps beneath your swollen folds, blowing near the very front of it to watch you squirm. a thumb of his trawls down the puckering opening before air seeps into his thin nostrils. “can’t help but be a little nasty for my wife,” and he’s smothering your entire arousal with many kisses— you feel the pang of a throb kindly erupt within you before your thighs shatter into a million pieces. “especially when she’s this wet for me…goddd just listen to it, listen to her.”

you’re whimpering, jerking against his face and the same sheepish smile that yanks against both sides of his lips remains imprints itself there. his features, the more you stare, the more you wanna ruin his face with your syrupy slick even more. nanami lolls out his clean pink tongue, spiraling the tip against your labia before you hear the sloshes your own cunt produces.

it’s fucking sloppy.. indeed it was, your stomach was in knots and that’s when he brings a hand to give it a light spank.

“oh my,” he seductively purrs, your immediate reaction was to mewl out his name and you only contribute further to the rising boner aching in his pants, stashed away devastatingly in his buckled up work jeans. you’re pulsing right in front of his eyes— pretty pretty pussy, he could stare at it all day. his tongue knows the entire layout, laying flat against your jittery folds before you finally came.

nanami’s brows furrow, a playful smile compressing on his lips as you’re losing yourself. a hand of his rubs in a circular rotation against your sweet. he relishes in your pleasure, unstable hips of yours practically gives out to where he’s holding you upright with a strong hand.

the small jaded like material of his wedding ring brushes against your skin before you whine. with your throat becoming insignificantly dry. your hips stutter and you’re met with the most kindest eyes.

“oh, you’re so gorgeous when you’re a mess for me, my love,” and he’s gentle now. the squashy tips of his fingers tenderly caress against your pussy, gifting it a final kiss as he watches you heave for more full breaths. “ah, such a good girl,” he hums before sliding his tongue across his lips, savoring your slick. “but tell me, i must know. how was it, baby? is this—is this something you’d want me to do more of? allow you to sit on my face?”

he sits up, you’re still straddling his face before replying in a shrilling, “y-yes, please,” and he’s caught by surprise once you give his smooth strands a thirsty tug. with a bottom lip poking out, you whine. “again, ‘ken. can you do it again, please?”

“anything for my wife,” he presses a wet kiss against the crevices of your thigh. you moan, sliding yourself back against his mouth and he shoots you a look of pure softhearted slyness.

“although,” he whispers, stopping himself from digging in. your pouty expression grows, wanting him to just dig in. nanami’s voice pitches a deep huskily low, still soft and sweet before he gives your pussy a gentle passionate kiss just like he does just for you on a daily. after all— in nanami’s mind, your other lips deserved attention too.

with a mere whisper, feverish breath fanning against your sopping opening, he flashes you a devious grin. “how about this time, let’s see if i can make my messy wife squirt.”

[syluslovies]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ What are the boys’s favorite positions? ੈ✩‧₊˚

We all know, no matter the position, they love fucking you full and thorough, any way you’ll let them have you. But everyone has their favorites.

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿ ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

For Rafayel, it’s cowgirl. He gets to look you in the eyes and witness the way your pretty little face scrunches in pure euphoria- he gets to wipe at the drool that drips down your chin due to your cock-drunk expression. All of this whilst he has the ability to feel your tight little pussy massage his dick like it was born to do so, letting you take control of the speed of your bounces. It’s a win-win-win, really.

Now, call Zayne old-fashioned, but he loves missionary with you. He gets to stare at your visage, a sight he’d never thought he’d see again, in complete awe and love. He can memorize every freckle and mark adorning your face whilst pleasuring you in new ways- over and over again. Best of all- he gets to make out with your soft lips whilst stuffing you full, fucking both your mouth with his tongue and your cunt with his cock. He’s able to keep you truly satiated like this.

Xavier loves doggystyle. With the extreme amounts of golden retriever energy he exudes, it was basically destined. He’s like a puppy in every way, and that doesn’t change in the bedroom. With doggy, he can lean over you, warming and shielding you with his bigger body whilst jerking his strong hips against your ass, fucking slutty little “uhs” out of you. He can whine and beg in your ear for that sweet creamy cunt like it’s a treat (it absolutely is a treat for him).

Sylus isn’t content unless you’re in his arms, which is why standing carry has to be his favorite. When his whole world (you) is in his arms, he’s content. when his whole world is in his arms and cumming on his cock, he’s elated. Simple, really. He’s naturally protective and possessive of you (to an excessive level) and this position elevates these instincts tenfold. It’s animalistic, the way he bounces your small body on his cock as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight, growling sweet nothings. “I’ve got you princess, gonna bounce you just like this ‘til you gush all over… I’ve got you…”

[natti-ice]

for the universal blurb can you do breeding kink please? thank you!! <3

18+ mdni

cw: breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, cum eating

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡

“please baby?” His voice was pure sex and you knew you couldn’t resist him, you loved him and the idea of letting him do this to you made your heart pound. The sweet pout on his face when he begged you to let him cum inside you was almost enough to make you say yes- almost. You watched him reach for the condom that you had placed onto his throbbing length, just itching to take it off.

“On one condition,” you started then paused to make the anticipation around you two thicker, you could practically see the desperation seeping out of his pores. A sinister grin spreads across your face as you say, “you have to lick it out when you’re done” his eyes widened in surprise but his grin matched yours quickly. “Deal.”

He immediately pulls the condom off of his cock and lines himself up with your dripping entrance, teasing it with the tip and lets out a needy groan. He slowly pushes past your entrance, working himself in and out inch by agonizing inch, your back arched off the soft sheets as he bottoms out inside of you. When he feels you’ve acclimated to his size he begins to thrust faster, both of your pleasured sounds fill up the spacious bedroom- anyone walking by would be envious of what’s taking place behind your bedroom door.

After your second orgasm you could tell he was getting close, his cock twitched against your walls and his thrusts became sloppy, “c-can’t wait to breed this little pussy” he grunts as his head falls back, his hips twitch as he releases inside of you. He pants hard as he slowly pulls out of you, the feeling of emptiness makes you whimper but when you feel his cum slowly drip down to your ass another wave of excitement hits you. You look up at the hot disheveled man who just gave you one of his best fucks to date, you giggle softly as you say “your turn now.”

Without hesitation he drops his head down to your pussy and gives it a slow long lick, you moan as you look down at him and see the white coating his tongue. His eyes meet yours as he swallows his own load, you’ve never seen something so hot before, you could probably cum off the sight alone. He doesn’t back down, he goes back for more and brings you to your third orgasm of the night.