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nysrage · 9 months

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Options, Aran Ojiro.

you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.

cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).

it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.

you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.

‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’

“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”

soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”

you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.

‘you look so good’

‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’

‘pretty ass’

‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’

you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.

your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”

you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.

an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..

“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”

“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.

“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”

“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”

“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.

“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”

“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”

“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.

your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”

“ain’t no reason to trip”

your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”

oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.

“nah, you ain’t mad..”

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ywuji · 2 months

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BABE! wake up!! new yuuji character description dropped! (link incl. spoilers for shibuya arc events)

yuuji lives to fulfill his roles, and this doesn’t change when he becomes your boyfriend. (f!reader & nsfw under the cut!!!)

he’s the sweetest, you think. always updating you on what he’s doing. even though he goes to the heavens and back on days that he’s busy, he’ll always make time to send even a little ‘i miss u ;(((((😭😭🙁❤️’

when he’s finally free, it goes without saying that he tells you about everything that kept him away, even the tiny little things. one week in particular, this included a daily update on a tiny rash on the underside of his buttcheek.

he’s also never shy with his praise and words of reassurance. also with soft, gentle touches, and actions that let you know he cares. he loves you and he makes sure you know it.

it’s not just you he lets know either, it’s his friends, his “brothers”, his teachers, and maybe even random strangers he happens to meet during the day. he takes all the opportunities he can to bring you up in conversation.

”oh that’s my girlfriend’s favourite flavour too...!!”

“oh yeahh...!!! my girlfriend told me about that the other day,”

“oh sorry, i’m busy. ‘m seeing my girl later tonight n i wanna look nice for her so i’m getting ready. tomorrow...? noo, sorry. she’s staying the night tonight so we can spend tomorrow together. …next week? ahh i’m sorry, i—”

even when he’s out with other people, he’s got you on his mind, taking random pics and selfies of things he’s doing, sending them to you accompanied by silly little captions. ‘kugisaki doing choso’s makeup! they miss u baby!!”

very specific hc but also whenever he does a live on whatever app, he’s always talking about you to the people watching too.

“guys i just miss her so much :(“

‘ji i’m watching ??’

“hi, babe. yeah i know, but i still miss you ;(“

he’s the cutest!

nsfw under the cut!

naturally, this also translates to the bedroom.

as your boyfriend, his sole goal during sex is to satisfy you, and god does he do that and more. your moans, your sounds, your body. he loves it all and has to show you.

yuuji’s into overstim—for you and consequently himself too. he genuinely cannot get enough of you. he needs to give you all his big, heavy balls can give. whenever you have sex, it’s always at least two orgasms for you, though it’s usually more than that—you both 'have the time', he tells you. his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and toys even, he’ll use anything and everything to make sure you’re cumming.

“y’look so good, baby, feel so warm… mhm, can feel you squeezin’ on my fingers… so cute.”

“a-ah…! my pretty girl.. my pretty fucking girl.. please cum, baby… just one more... please…”

“please, baby, i love you, please, please, can i cum inside, baby? inside..? please?”

his fav position is missionary. the mere idea of you laying there, all pretty n spread out for him will never fail to get him hard. he loves it’s so easy for him to lean over you and shove his mouth onto yours, as he mercilessly fucks his hips into you. he’s gentle but unrelenting with it—he doesn’t mean to be this intense, genuinely, it just happens that way. he just loves your so pussy much.

being able to see your face is probably his favourite part of the position though, watching your changing expression as he switches from a fast to slow pace and back to fast is something he wishes he could witness time and time again, so he makes it happen time and time again. (highest sex drive in the franchise if i may say)

he loves going face to face with you when you’re both about to cum. it’s hard for him to not fall onto your face when his orgasm hits, he can’t help it when your pussy feels ‘too good’ clenching so tight on him like that. he makes sure it doesn’t happen though, he would never want to hurt you.

when you manage to pry yourselves off of each other, he’s quick to tend to you. moments ago he was making you shake and cry from pleasure, and now he’s stroking your hair, massaging your chest, and talking about some random food craving he’s getting.

his aftercare is so lovely n he’s goofy with it too. so many side pokes, and dick, and butt, and pussy jokes, but you don’t mind. it’s him and you love him.

#ywuji #THIS TURNED OUT MORE RAMBLY THAN I THOUGHT NOOO #so sorry abt that #i think about jiji and my mind stops working #n i will write for other characters i promise..#itadori headcanons #yuji itadori x reader #itadori fluff #yuuji itadori smut #itadori smut #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk smut #anime smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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g-xix · 9 months

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Sidemen NSFW Alphabet | Harry Lewis

Little bit of Harry Lewis smut never did anyone any harm! Let my know whether you wanna see this for more Sidemen- who's next to write the NSFW alphabet for? Let me know, and in the meantime, enjoy this W2S pic:

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) Sweet boy once all of the sex is done. Gives soft, chaste little kisses against your back and neck and lets you have a moment to recover whilst he runs a bath. Carries you to the bath and sits down before helping you get in with him- your back against his chest, his humming sending vibrations into your body whilst you sit in the comfortable waters, closing your eyes whilst he massages your scalp with shampoo... Super soft aftercare.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) Made this headcannon before, but probably the tummy. You might be a bit insecure about it, thinking it doesn't look as toned as you want it to- but Harry couldn't care less, in fact, he loves it right where it is. He'd love resting his head on your tummy whilst your on the phone- just so that you can run your hands through his hair and make it all spiky and messed up whilst you talk, him just zoning out to the sound of your pretty voice and enjoying your presence... And sometimes just when spooning or cuddling, Harry reaches around to put his hand on your stomach- just liking the feeling of having something to hold. Always makes you laugh because it's kinda ticklish, but it never stops him from reaching around to touch his fave part of you- showering your stomach in affectionate kisses and rubs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Inside you. Probs started the relationship with condoms but both of you felt it was too restrictive, so you got onto the pill- which was when Harry started his anti-condom phase, absolutely drunk on the feeling of cumming inside you- absolutely insisting to doing it every time. Life's never been the same for him since that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Probably that he likes being dommed every so often. Sometimes he likes brat-taming, other times he just likes being able to be controlled- told to lie back, marked up with hickeys, get praised- sometimes even degraded. Oh god, this man would just love you being vocal in the bedroom. When he's on top and fucking you he's trying to make your neighbours remember his name. And when you're on top of him, hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing it just enough to have his head spinning, he'd want you to tell him how well he's doing, or say those degrading words that only added to the pleasure.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) Definitely knows what he's doing, like, he isn't inexperienced per say. Can do it and leave you satisfied, but that doesn't mean he isn't gonna try new things. Would wanna discover different things with you just to see whether either of you like them... And probably has a few weird experiences that he brings up every so often as if "Being put in a gimp mask" is an ordinary thing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Depends on his mood- missionary is his all time favourite, but if he's in the mood for it, then cowgirl can't top it. He likes being able to see you- your face and the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts or you ride, when your on top. As we've established, when he feels like being dommed- nothing beats his hands on your waist, supporting each of your bounces whilst he watches your tits jump with each thrust- your hand also strategically wrapped around his neck so that you can lean forwards and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. And when he's horny and has the higher drive than you, he'll pin your hands above your head and pound you in missionary, his other free hand able to roam up and down your body- squeezing your chest or giving extra stimulation to your clit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Generally, he's quite horny-brained and can only think of pleasuring the two of you. But sometimes, if you're riding and his mind wanders for a moment, he might just let out a "helicopter, helicopter... aaAA-" Which does indeed make you stop so that you can just burst out laughing at him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) There's hair down there. I think generally he's quite comfy with however it is, but occasionally he'll shave it down a bit so that it doesn't become a jungle down there. November's always rough, as he is an active participator in Movember. But as soon as December comes 'round, best believe that man gets SHEARED.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Really very loving. He's passionate and talks dirty when the two of you are clearly insanely horny- but often times he enjoys pressing soft kisses against your body and making eye contact to bask in that beautiful expression you always pull when you're pleasured. Very intimate post-nut as well- will help clean you, tell you that you were amazing, press loads of little chaste kisses to your body...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Can have a wank if you're away doing something, but prefers to just go to you when he's horny. Doesn't like the thought of doing something sexual without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Hickeying and marking one another up. He loves pulling his shirt off at the end of the day and admiring the possessive marks you'd left across his chest. And he knew the both of you loved seeing those bright red markings across your collarbones and chest whenever he took your top off- and if there weren't any- he'd make sure you left with some.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bed. It's comfy and he knows what he's doing there. Doesn't like doing it in other rooms because he it feels unnatural and isn't much of an exhibitionist- no, he's quite happy doing it in the bedroom where he's accustomed to whatever you want to do

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Seeing you doing anything that could be mildly sexual. Seeing you bend over to put the oven tray back in? He wants to fuck you bent over. Seeing you on the rodeo machine on a night out? Suddenly he wants you to ride him. Seeing you doing yoga in the bedroom? Suddenly he wants to rip those leggings open and fuck you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs) I think he's very experimentalist- down to try a lot of things- but probably not feet. He could laugh about "Gobbling a toe" with his mates, but in reality the thought of a foot anywhere near his face icks him out immensely. Prefers the both of you wearing socks whilst fucking, oftentimes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Something tells me he'd prefer giving. Getting head was all well and good- but the feeling of your thighs wrapped around his head with a bone-crushing pressure, hips bucking and grinding down- riding his tongue whilst he closes his eyes and laps up your pussy is something that is in his eyes- unparalleled.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast in the fact the both of you are chasing your highs. Sex is mainly for pleasure for the two of you, and so you'll both use each other to cum, before spending proper quality time together afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not a fan of them. Likes being relaxed with no time limit on sex with you- nothing's a bigger turn-off for this man than STRESS, and knowing that he has to leave in 5 minutes? The thought of having to fuck in the short space of five minutes is too much for this man.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Happy to experiment when you both have the energy and all the means to try something new... But doesn't like taking real risks. If it can wait, it can wait, and if one of you are likely to get hurt in the process or something, he'd rather not try it. Taking risks is fine with him, unless it involves the possibility something could go wrong and end up harming you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Probably just one round... Doesn't need to go another because he knows overstimulation isn't the biggest kink for the two of you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) I'm gonna say he doesn't have toys for himself or use them on you. He knows if he's horny he can just go to you, and the same applies to you

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Not much, I don't think he'd really tease at all- he'd be too horny and needy to play with you or tease you- instead just fucking you. However when you were in the mood, there was always something special about teasing Harry- giving little signs in public and brushing against him knowing how it made him felt- riling him up made sex even better, somehow, as he pounded you harder than normal, giving stars in your vision

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not stupidly loud- he lets out grunts and low groans whilst he's on top and leaves you to make all the loud noises. The first time you dommed him, he ended up letting out a little whine. That shocked the both of you, and you both sort of stared at each other for a moment in surprise- but you later admitted you kinda liked that, and so whenever you're domming, he now lets out high whines and sometimes even moans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) One time you decided to experiment with rope. Something about tying you up to the bedframe felt really just morally wrong to him, and he didn't feel comfortable fucking you whilst you were vulnerable like that... But when you gave a go at reversing the roles? When you tied his wrists together behind his back and rode him- leaving hickeys across his collarbones and neck whilst you bounced on his dick- he realised he really liked rope.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) Probs above average but nothing that'd be unmanageable or insanely big... Something around six inches, maybe a bit more- but thick, and always leaves you filled

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I think he has a v reasonable sex drive- isn't constantly thinking or needing it. When he does want it though, he's quite needy- constantly asking and pressing kisses to your neck to let you know he needs you

Z = ZZZ (Do they fall asleep straight after? are they tired or still have energy?) I don't think he'd fall straight asleep, but would definitely be tired or lethargic straight after... Lazily gets up to grab some water for you and runs a bath for the two of you to sit in and just relax... Not one to do anything very high energy post-sex

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nomercyanywhere · 7 months

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wholesome, cute, fluffy suguru thoughts

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- missionary with your legs cranked to the headboard while he fucks his cum deeper into you with each thrusts, filled you up so much that it starts leaking but he just doesn't care and continues fucking more in you

- fucks you so rough, you become so stupid and dumb

- he's big and tall, it turns you on, and he knows it, would obviously use it to his advantage

- fucking against a wall, while never breaking eye contact. he'll look at you till your own eyes have gone crossed

- spreads your folds while watching his cock go in and out of you, even attaching a vibe to you clit while doing so

- "i wanna feel your cock in my womb please, i want you to fuck my womb please sir! i wanna be your cum dump, your little cum disposal. your toy"

- cums in and on you

- you'd beg him to just let his dick rest on your tummy so you could feel how heavy he his

- cockworship.

- pussy clapping with his dick

- clit torture with his tongue

- a pic of your throat shaping around his cock as a wallpaper

- would share you with gojo

- he'll only stop eating you out once you say you can't cum anymore

- get pregnant. get pregnant. get pregnant. get pregnant. get pregnant. get pregnant. get preg-

- i was writing this while jacking off

- fucking till the sun shines

- pronebone till your legs give out and the pillow used to muffle your moans is soaking wet

- slow but deep thrusts

- makes sure that with every thrust he always goes balls deep in you

- wearin his shirt while he pounds into you, your nails clawing at his muscular back. and he just wraps both his sexy arms around you to keep you still while he fucks you

- sex in alleys, hehe

- he'll fuck your throat like a fleshlight

- messy skullfucking, some of his pubes get stuck to your face

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he's so hot, please impregnate me, ill be a good househusband i swear

#geto suguru #geto suguru smut #jjk smut #ftm reader #m! reader #male reader #nomercyanywhereliterature #jujutsu kaisen

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muchosbesitos · 8 months

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forbidden pt 2

pairing: brother’s best friend miguel x fem reader

warnings: mentions of a piss kink(as a joke i’m sry 🧍🏻), exhibition, fingering, 69, missionary, overall smut 🫡

author’s note: not much to say, hope you enjoy :)

Before you got a chance to try to explain yourself, Miguel interrupted you, putting his hands on your shoulders as he looked directly at you. "Look, for your sake and for your brother's sake, I didn't hear anything. Nothing happened, right?" He asked, watching for any reaction from you. "Right," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you had completely misread the kiss in the closet at the party. You walked over to the living room with Miguel, grabbing two water bottles and handing one to him. "So you don't need anything?" He asked, glancing over at you as you sipped on your water. "Just a hole to swallow me up," you mumbled, more so to yourself than him. He pursed his lips, choosing to stay quiet as you turned on the tv in front of you.

Soon enough, you'd fallen asleep to the show playing on the tv and Miguel couldn't help but smile a bit as he looked over at you. Your lips were slightly parted as you snored, your hair disheveled from the moving on the couch, but most importantly, he saw how relaxed you were, a sharp comparison from the outspoken girl he got to meet. He picked you up in his arms, taking you to your room. He was about to leave the room when he felt your hands on his arm, preventing him from leaving. Miguel decided to stay the night, laying down on the bed next to you as he stroked your hair. As he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what Eve felt with the apple, having the temptation dangling right in front of you without being able to divulge in it.

Miguel started to shift on the bed, trying to get comfortable but felt something digging in his back every time he moved. His shifting had woken you up and you turned around to see him holding your pink sparkly dildo in his hands, an amused smirk pulling at his lips. "You could've asked me if you wanted a proper size reference, preciosa," he said, looking over at you. "Cállate. It was on sale at Spencer’s," you replied groggily, grabbing the dildo from his hands as he burst out laughing. "Do the sparkles make it feel better?" He asked in between laughs, letting out a small groan as you punched his arm. "You can sleep on the floor si sigues burlandote," you replied, turning to your side as you put the dildo in your nightstand. "But yes, the sparkles make it feel better." (if you keep making fun)

You woke up the next morning with a hand splayed across your stomach, your back plush against a hard chest. You shifted a little on the bed to see Miguel cuddling up next to you, his soft snores filling up the room. You couldn't help but smile a bit, seeing Miguel so vulnerable and so comfortable with you. You tried to get up from the bed but Miguel held on to you like a stuffed animal, clutching you close to his chest. "Miguel, I have to pee," you huffed out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Just pee in my mouth," he mumbled, his face buried in your neck. "Would've never taken you for a piss kink guy," you mumbled, giving up on your efforts. "So what you're saying is that it's completely fine to fuck yourself silly with a sparkly dildo to my beach Instagram pic but a piss kink is where you draw the line?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he let go.

"I don't see how those two correlate. And how'd you even know it was that pic?" You called out from the bathroom once you went inside, closing the door with your foot. "You liked it at 12. Wasn't that hard to figure out," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. You came out out of the restroom a couple minutes later, going back to the bed. "Even if I did do such a thing, someone said it never happened," you responded with a small shrug, glancing over at him. His hair was sticking out in all directions as he got up from the bed, his shirt riding up as he stretched. "Touché."

You and Miguel went to the kitchen a little while after, starting to bake some pancakes when your brother came in through the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible. His eyes grew wide as he heard you and Miguel’s teasing laughs, walking over to the two of you. "Are you sure you slept with Katie last night? You look like you got attacked by leeches, man," Miguel remarked, watching the reddening hickeys on your brother's neck. Your brother rolled his eyes, walking over to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. "What're you doing here so early, O’Hara?" Your brother asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you mix the pancake batter. "Your sister was asleep when I got here so I figured staying the night wouldn't hurt," Miguel responded, handing you an egg. He took notice of the way your fingertips grazed against his, but remained neutral as to not give your brother any motive for suspicion.

Your brother left the kitchen a little after, claiming that he was tired and needed some sleep. You and Miguel sat at the dining table, eating the pancakes in a comfortable silence. You stopped eating when you noticed Miguel was staring at you, your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he could be thinking about. "Mira, it's not that I don't want to sleep with you. God knows I’d love to but you saw the look on your brother's face when he saw me cooking pancakes in the kitchen," he spoke up, wiping some syrup away from his chin with a napkin. You thought about what he said, taking a bite of your pancakes as you looked down at the floor. "Look, what happened last night was just a stupid mistake, okay? I completely misread what happened with the kiss and I'm sorry if it made you feel weird," you replied, wiping some syrup away from your own mouth. He wanted to tell you that he didn't find it weird at all, that the only thoughts from now on when his hand wraps around his cock will be just how pretty you sounded, but he chose to stay quiet.

You had managed to avoid Miguel for the next couple of weeks, since you'd passed your physics class and he made a point of not coming to the apartment when he knew you were at home. However, one of the events that neither of you could miss was the annual Christmas dinner that your brother put together, since that would arise his suspicion that something was going on. He'd even asked you the other day if something was going on with Miguel, to which you denied way too quickly but your brother responded with a small shrug, still under the idea that you and Miguel hated each other.

You couldn't handle facing Miguel at the party with some backup so you decided to ask one of your best friends for a favor. You knew that he had just gotten out of a messy breakup so he would be the perfect candidate for this plan you conjured up while in the bathroom. You picked up some of his favorite snacks, hoping that the bribery would work. "Can you be my fake boyfriend please?" You asked once he took the snacks from you, fluttering your lashes innocently as you sat down on the edge of his bed. He rolled his eyes, taking a bite out of the snack as he looked over at you. "Fine, so long as this isn't like some Wattpad scheme to get me to fall in love with you," he remarked, a small smirk on his lips as he extended his hand out. You shook his hand, letting out a small laugh at his condition. "I solemnly swear I won't fall in love with you."

Before the party had started, Miguel approached your brother and decided to ask him the question that had been lingering in his mind. "What would you think if I wanted to start dating your sister?" Miguel asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge as he looked at your brother for any reaction. "Well, I wouldn't be happy with it given your dating history but I wouldn't tell her against it. Shes smart enough to know what's good for her, and besides, the more you tell someone not to something the more they want to do it," he replied, surprising Miguel with his answer.

"That's weirdly insightful coming from you."

"First of all, that's very rude. And second of all, I am a licensed psychologist after all."

"Taking AP Psychology in high school doesn't make you a licensed psychologist, dude."

Despite all the remarks with your brother, he felt a weight be relieved from his chest when he got the approval that everything would be okay with the two of them. He was now going to pursue his feelings towards you, start showing you just how much he liked you throughout the years. However, that idea quickly flew out the window when he saw you walk into the apartment hand in hand with someone else. He felt the blood roaring in his ears as you started to introduce him as your boyfriend, his grip almost crushing the guy's hand when it was his turn to shake hands. His knuckles turned ghostly white from how hard he was gripping his hand, only letting go when he saw the look of concern in your eyes.

The dinner went by smoothly, the conversation flowed with easy as you managed to ignore the stares that Miguel was giving you throughout the night. You saw your date gently rubbing his knuckles from how hard Miguel had shook his hand, giving him a sympathetic smile. When the dinner had ended, your brother stood at the edge of the table, clinking his fork against his champagne glass. "So as I'm sure you all know, me and Katie have been dating for the last couple months and they've been amazing. so with that, I'd like to announce our wedding!" Your brother spoke out, your eyes drifting over to Katie to see some tears forming on the brim of her eyes from how excited she seemed to be. Even if the concept of marrying young confused you, you were glad that your brother found someone that made him truly happy.

The dinner had died down soon after and everyone had moved to the living room to share a glass of aguardiente that Miguel had brought over, reminiscing over past christmas reunions. Your eves eventually landed on Miguel, finding that he was already staring at you with an expression of longing. Like he wanted to say something but he couldn't. You brushed off those thoughts, deciding to take the rejection with some dignity, and went back to looking at your brother as he acted out the time you broke your nose at the ski lodge.

You had been trying to learn how to ski since you spent most of the time at the resort watching your brother and Miguel do it from the window. You wanted to ask your brother how to do it, but you remembered the hushed whispers he shared with Miguel in his room, about how he asked him to feel bad that you didn't have anyone else to talk to, and decided against it. However, you had completely miscalculated just how steep the slope was and while you were on the skis, you completely lost control. A giant rock in the middle of the mountain was all you saw before you went unconscious, one of the ridges hitting your nose directly.

When you arrived back at consciousness, you saw Miguel looming over you with a worried expression on his face. "Oh thank god you're not dead," he sighed out in relief, helping you get up from the snow. "Why would I be dead?" You asked, looking over at him in confusion as you leaned against him for support. "Well you were unconscious in the middle of the snow," he muttered, taking you to the nurse's room in the resort room. "Don't do that again, next time you wanna learn something, ask me," he spoke up when the nurse left the room to check up on another patient. You weren't sure why, but seeing him so worried about you made something fluttery take hold on your stomach, feeling something apart from disdain for him.

The memories from what happened were bittersweet, the way Miguel looked at you when your brother was describing the events making that fluttery feeling take place once more. Eventually, your brother and Katie headed back to her dorm to spend Christmas Eve at her place leaving just Miguel and your fake boyfriend in the room. Your ‘boyfriend’ leaned over, pressing a small kiss on your cheek, just enough to still sell the relationship, before saying goodbye to Miguel and leaving. You felt Miguel’s eyes boring into you as he left, the feeling making you a bit unsettled. He started to speak but you decided to interrupt him, the need to explain yourself starting to grow overwhelming.

"He's my fake boyfriend, we're not dating," you spoke up, rubbing the back of your neck as your eyes darted from side to side. "I guessed, he just ended things with Eddie Brock," Miguel replied with a small shrug, keeping his gaze on you. You looked back at him, your eyes widening a bit as you brushed a piece of hair away. "Thanks for not saying anything," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush red at the fact that Miguel had caught your lie so early on. You watched miguel roll his eyes and get up from the couch, taking a small box out of his pocket. He handed the box to you and started to head out the door before he turned around to look at you. "Your brother said he wouldn't have a problem if we started something, but have fun with your fake relationship. I'm sure that's very fulfilling. Merry Christmas," he spoke up, clearing his throat before he left.

A couple of weeks later before the actual wedding, you and your ‘boyfriend’ decided to end things before it got too serious. You knew that he deserved a chance to get out there and start dating once more, so you didn't want to hold him back. You walked into your brother's room with tears in your eyes and your mascara dripping down your cheek as you threw yourself on his bed. "What happened?" He asked you in a soft tone, rubbing your back. A part of you felt bad at how comforting he was being, but you knew that you had to sell the part. "My boyfriend and I ended things. He said he wanted to prioritize other things in his life," you spoke up after a couple minutes, completing it with a choked sob as you wiped away at your eyes. Your brother started to try to cheer you up, giving you free access to the remote and even buying some of your favorite ice cream.

Soon enough though, the wedding arrived and you found yourself sitting at the reception, simply watching other people talk and dance while you sipped on your champagne. Your eyes widened a bit as Miguel sat down next to you when the waiters started to take the food out and your brother started with his speech. You tried to focus on what your brother was saying but you felt Miguel’s gaze burning into you, your eyes flickering to see him. You instantly regretted it since you realized that Miguel was dressed in a black tux, the same as all the other groomsmen, but he filled it out so well. The suit looked like it was tailored just to fit his body and his normally disheveled hair was slicked back and away from his face. You turned away quickly, hoping he didn't catch you ogling over him and returned your attention back to your brother.

You felt Miguel’s fingers gently squeezing on your thigh, rubbing small circles as he started getting closer to your clothed pussy. His touch felt like it was waking a fire deep inside of you, the feeling of having him so close starting to mess with your brain chemistry. You looked up to see if he was as affected by this, but he remained focused with the conversation he was having with your brother. You spread your legs instinctively when you felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy, his fingers rubbing small circles through the fabric. "Already so wet and I didn't even do anything, hm?" He whispered in your ear when your brother started to speak to another one of the guests, your pussy clamping around nothing.

Miguel continued with his teasing for a bit, prodding and rubbing through the fabric but not quite touching you just yet. You felt yourself growing needier with every single of one of his caresses, the pressure he was giving you wasn't enough to satiate the need you felt. "Please, just do something," you begged, the tone in your voice surprising you from how needy it sounded. "Calladita," he whispered, moving your panties off to the side as he plunged one finger deep inside of you. You nodded, biting down on your lip to suppress any noises as he slowly started pumping it in and out of you. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched with the rhythm he was going at. You clenched around his fingers, watching the way his brows furrowed at the tightness. He plunged another finger inside, the thickness of the two already filling you up. He curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, your hips grinding to match his rhythm. You pressed your hand against your mouth, your releases coating his fingers completely.

Miguel pulled his hand down from the table, licking his fingers as he looked over at your brother with a cocky smile on his face. "Dinner was amazing, thank you," he told your brother before standing up to go mingle with some of the other guests. You and Miguel didn't talk much after that, sometimes you caught yourself staring at him for too long and sometimes he would stare at you but that's where it ended. You kept wishing that he'd come over to talk to you , but he never did, choosing instead to maintain his distance. You got tired from the party about an hour later, excusing yourself from your brother and the guests before heading to the hotel room your brother had rented out.

You were in the middle of scrolling through tv channels and sipping on the wine room service had brought when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widen a bit as you saw Miguel standing in front of you, his suit jacket gone along with his tie. He stepped closer and grabbed your chin, kissing you like he'd been meaning to do that all night. You let out a soft whimper as your hands wrap in his hair, pulling him closer to you. He pulled on your lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue and took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you with so much passion, so much need and desire, and you felt your knees weakening at the intensity.

Miguel grabbed a 'do not disturb' sign and put it on the door knob before shutting it. Your clothes were discarded along with his on the floor, your bodies colliding as you made your way to the bed. You ended on top of him with your pussy in his face and your face against his cock, the tip reddening and leaking out precum. You let out a soft moan when you felt Miguel plunge a finger deep inside of you, curling as he moved it in and out of you. Your lips wrap around his cock, wanting to give him an ounce of the pleasure he was providing you. Miguel let out soft groans as you sucked on his cock, the vibrations adding on to the sensations you were feeling. His mouth wrapped around your clit, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and making figure eights. Your cheeks hollowed as you took Miguel deeper in your mouth, his cock practically down your throat as you bobbed your head.

You took his balls in your hands, massaging them and tugging them to add to the pleasure he was already feeling. You felt the familiar coil building up inside of you, your juices practically soaking Miguel’s chin and nose as he buried his face into your clit. Miguel curled his fingers as he plunged one last time, your walls tightening around him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Miguel felt his balls growing heavier as your tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock, the sensation shooting straight through him. The way your mouth just engulfed his cock felt like pure heaven, and he wanted as much as you would give him. "I’m gonna cum, princesa," he moaned out, alerting you to pull away. You were unrelenting and felt his cum shoot straight in your mouth, swallowing it as you licked at the corner of your mouth.

"Such a shame we don't have the pink sparkly dildo here," he remarked, an amused smirk pulling at his lips as he looked over you. His cock was already starting to get hard again, prepared for the next round. "We'll save that for next time, hm?" You replied, letting out a small laugh at the way he was still thinking about that. Miguel got on his knees in the bed, slowly running his cock against your folds to pick up the slick you were releasing. He slowly pushed his cock inside, filling you up already with just the first couple inches. You felt some tears prickling at your eyes at just the sheer size of him and he wiped them away, looking down at you with a tender expression. "Shh, you're doing so well for me."

He bottomed out after you got adjusted to his cock, slowly removing it before plunging it inside of you once more. You felt the air leave your lungs as he started off slow, yet deep, feeling his cock all the way to your cervix. He wanted to be a gentleman, take this slow and let you enjoy this as much as possible, but when you gripped his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist, he lost all semblance of self control. His hips rutted against yours, his pace quick and unrelenting as your moans filled the room. Your nails were digging into his shoulders but he enjoyed the feeling, encouraged it even, as his hips moved faster against yours. The sound of his balls slapping against your thighs and the moans escaping from your lips filled up the room, and you were certain you would receive a noise complaint tomorrow.

Miguel started to rub on your clit, giving you gentle but firm pressure, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum. Your toes curled as you felt his cock hit your g-spot, the grip on his shoulders tightening as you moaned. "I'm gonna cum," You babbled as miguel continued to thrust inside of you, his thrusts almost punishing. You clamped tightly around him as you came, your releases coating his cock completely. Miguel picked you up, pinning you against the wall as he slowly pushed inside of you once more. "I'm gonna fuck you on every surface of this hotel room, okay?"

You simply nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything, as his hips slowly snapped against yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly and your hands around his neck as he started to speed up, his mouth attached to one of your breasts. "Tell me, did the dildo feel as good as this?" He asked, his lips now on your earlobe as he tugged slightly. "N-No! Only you make me feel like this!" You moaned out and Miguel felt his ego inflate at how dumb he had you on his cock. Your walls clamped around him tightly as his thrusts got deeper and faster, your nails raking down his back. He let out a moan as he started to feel his orgasm creeping up, but he didn't want to cum without you. His hand slowly snaked down to your clit, rubbing small precise circles on it as you babbled. You clenched around him tightly as you released, your juices hitting his abdomen and coating his cock completely. He saw the look on your face, one of complete bliss, and that pushed him over the edge, cumming deep inside of you.

"La fruta prohibida siempre es mas buena," he murmured to himself as he dragged a warm washcloth against your pussy, gently so as to not overstimulate you. (the forbidden fruit is always the best one)

@plumplumpurin @thel0velykey190

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lovely-lying-loveable-liar · 7 months

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Request: I can sooooooo see Hasan having a breeding kink. Like he’s so possessive and a show off, loved pointing out that Austin was wearing his jewelry at the Streamies, I can just imagine how proud and possessive he is knowing he got you pregnant.

Plus you’d look so gorgeous carrying his baby, he’s LOVING all the body changes you’re going through and would literally just worship you.

So something soft and smutty, even just foreplay and being intimate and close together.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

OBVIOUSLY!!! HAVE U SEEN HIM?!

Ugh…

TO BEGIN

He definitely makes u wear his rings during sex

And they’re too big for your fingers because he’s MASSIVE

But he’s like

“Keep them safe for me, yeah? They mean a lot to me.”

In the sweetest voice

So how could you not? Having to clench your fists so they don’t fall off…

ik we all probably think of Hasan being on the rougher side

Which is definitely true for when you guys are having your regular sex

But when he’s solely set on knocking you up he’s so gentle and romantic about it…

He tracks your cycle, obviously

Plans around the day you’re most fertile

He’s streaming as usual, before one day of each month, he’s just GONE.

No internet presence, no texts, no calls, nothing.

He disappears so completely even the FBI would struggle to get in contact with him.

Just so he can be completely focused on you!!! <3

Missionary all fucking day

Like…

Literally…

All fucking day

Fucking all day

Puts a pillow under your hips

Has a plug ready to go

Gets really sensual with it

Lights tons of candles

Pink lights

Will tie your hands together with ribbon above your head

FIXATED on BOOBA

He can’t not touch, tug, pull, suck, pinch, kiss…

Especially with the aim of the day

There’s just something about your boobs that make him FUCKING fall in love all over again <3

To the main course,

He works on a schedule

Wake up - 6:00am (early, but he has to)

Wake you up with breakfast in bed - 6:30am

Fuck - 7:00 to 8:00

Relax - 8:00 to 8:30

Fuck - 8:30 to 9:30

Relax, etc., etc.

Makes sure to fill you up at least twice every hour!

If you guys have to go out after fucking, he’ll be smiling like a fucking idiot knowing that his cum is nestled in you, doing its job.

And that nobody even knows! But they will know soon!!!

Gets even more sad than you when all the tests come back negative

Until

FINALLY

It happens!

And he’s over the moon about it!

He gets so fucking excited, immediately planning what the nursery will look like and buying you CUTE maternal clothes (none of those basic maternal clothes, no no no, you’re gonna be fashionable while pregnant, that’s for fucking sure!!!)

Completely stocks up on your favourite food!

One day, during your fourth month, you wake up to his head on your chest and his hand rubbing your tummy

You say “I’m not even showing yet, what you’re rubbing is my food baby.”

And he gets SO huffy with you

That’s HIS BABY right there ma’am!!!

Oh god…

Thinking of going to the fucking streamies with him like this…

In your sixth month, he’s already SO PROTECTIVE

Literally follows you around like a bodyguard, making sure people stay AT LEAST two feet away from you, no touching the belly without permission, throwing even his BEST FRIENDS stink eyes if they look at you for too long…

But also

You take a pic before going to the venue…

It’s a full length mirror pic…

Your dress is FUCKING AMAZING, with two slits in it…

But…

Kneeling at your feet is Hasan, in his suit, hugging your leg while you play with his hair and he looks up at you like you quite literally MADE the universe.

People go feral for that pic <3 <3 <3

Oh and you thought he loved your tits before?

Now they’ve grown and gotten heavy with milk?

LITERALLY DEVOTED TO BOOBA

He can NOT get enough!!!

Staring at them all the time

Sometimes will just get you to flash him so he can get that little boost of serotonin he needs <3

You get so round <3

And he’s like

So curvy, he wants to EAT YOU

If you keep the weight after giving birth

God

Fucking

Save

You

He’s SO fucking feral for it

Ugh

Anyways

I’ve got work to do

Buh BYE!!! <3

#hasanabi smut #hasanabi x reader #hasan piker smut #hasan piker x reader

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jaylaxies · 1 year

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okay so we all know jongseong is an expert when it comes to mirror selfies and as sumn who sucks at taking them... my mind came up with this very interesting and 😳😳 thought. jay as ur brother's friend or an acquaintance or anyone. in short u find him intimidating but so so hot and have very much feelings for him both romantic and sexual, always submissive and breedable in his presence bcs yes.

imagine him helping u out and giving u tips or guiding u on how to take a mirror pic, angling ur body and arm or wtv correctly and he's closer than required, hands lingering on ur body for longer than needed and on places that are not relevant and the touches are swift, subtle, barely there but they have u second guessing whether it's intentional or not.

and when u finally do take a somewhat decent mirror pic, his "good girl" has ur knees buckling mentally and he notices how ur body language shifts to his words and tone. that mf is absolutely smirking on the inside, leaning forward and resting his chin on ur shoulder, hand coming around to turn ur chin towards y'all's reflection "I want u to keep looking in the mirror. u can do that for me can't u?" helppp just take me right here right now idk

I'm not saying it leads to mirror sex while recording from ur phone but that's exactly what I'm saying oki byeeee

i’m also gonna say that he’d fuck you from behind and he won’t stop with just one round, he’d also love to see his cum dripping down your thighs, and for that, he’d cum inside your pretty pussy and fill you up until you can’t take it anymore.

that’s not all, it won’t stop after just one day, he’d make it a habit until you become friends with benefits and he specially replaces the ceiling wall with a mirror so you can see him when he fucks you missionary, his mouth on your tits and his cock balls deep inside your cunt.

#your mind i’m so in love #cherrie 🍒#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jay smut

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glitterjuju · 8 months

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Big Brat Energy

Summary: Sometimes it takes being a brat to teach Frank how you like being handled.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Degradation. Oral. Toxic relationships. Reader is mean. Weed smoking.

A/N: For all the brats who know that being a sub is a position of power.

As you reach across your bed to your nightstand, searching for your post-sex-spliff, a realization settles on your sweat damp skin.

You have to teach Frank Castle how you like being fucked.

The first time, right now, it's... pleasant. You don't want pleasant. If you wanted pleasant, you wouldn't have taken the time out of your busy schedule to seduce the fucking Punisher.

“Hi."

"Nice to meet ya.”

That’s what it’s like. Frank takes you out to eat despite you not wanting a “date” walks you back to your place and gives you some standard , mundane bullshit. Eats you out, doggy then missionary, kisses you all throughout, respectfully comes in his condom. To be fair, any normal woman would’ve been limp-legged from his performance, but you’re not the normal woman are you? It feels good, you come, multiple times as a matter-of-fact, but where’s the fire? The passion?

“I’m not your wife, Frank,” you spit. You hope it hurts him. He's built for it – his scar clad body all but proclaims that. Men after sex are vulnerable, nows the time to slip the knife between bone. “Don’t fuck me like her.”

Even he, a trained killer, can't hide the shock in those black eyes of his. It's shock and a glint of something else. You can't put a name on it and assume that it's anger. Good. He can take it out on you if he wants.

Only a small percentage of light from outside your window enters your room. It paints Frank hideously. Hard lines. Jagged nose. A small scrape cutting across his cheek. You can see the monster that terrorizes Hell’s Kitchen. You understand why so many are afraid of him.

He reaches for the lamp next to him. When his turns it on, the monster remains. “The fuck you just say to me?"

The joint magically appears after rummaging through your junky desk. Right there beneath all the ripped out magazine pics you hoard for inspiration. Indica after dick was a tried-and-true ritual regardless if the dick was bomb or not. Now all you needed was a light-

He smacks the preroll from your hand, you sigh. The spliff rolls somewhere in your junky room – forever lost amongst clothes and art supplies. You’d never see it again. Not unless you plan on cleaning which you didn't.

"Dude,” you say, “The fuck?”

“Why would you say that shit to me?”

“Because it's the truth. You're the punisher, I wanted to be punished,” you say. It's a flat tone. Deadpan. It's also a test, if Frank couldn't handle your nasty attitude, toxic and all, he didn't deserve you. And you would've been wrong about your prejudgement of him. Something tells you, he can handle you, he's just holding back. “Feels like I slept with Mr. Rogers and now I'm out of weed. I deserve a refund.”

You expect him to be angry over bringing up his dead wife and surprisingly, he's not. If his next barb back to your is any indicator, he's pissed about something else. His bare shoulders hunch and he’s quiet. Mute. Like he’s trying to put together a puzzle not knowing that you’d stolen some of its pieces.

“You weren’t talking all that shit when I was making you come.”

There it is. The criticism of his sex game irks him.

Aww, you hurt his precious male ego.

“So? That’s what a dick is supposed to do. You did your job. You want kudos because you did the goddamn bare minimum?”

“The bare minimum had you calling me daddy.”

“To be fair, I thought that moaning Mr. Roger would've been inappropriate,” you chuckle. “Dude, don't be so sensitive. Man the fuck up, marine.”

It's mean. Who cares. You're without weed now so he has to feel your wrath. It's not a surprise that Frank leaves after that. He grabs his clothes, puts them on in silence, and slams the door shut behind him.

Whatever.

You suck him off next to one of your graffiti paintings of him.

Did he really think he wouldn’t sleep with you again? Did he really believe he had that much restraint? You had him figured out before he could get the one-up on you.

He’s on punishment. After that last fuck session he’s not allowed to touch your pussy let alone fuck you. But goddammit if you weren’t going to swallow every inch of him.

Head bobbing along his dick, you take your hands and grab his own. You place them behind your head. It gives him the go ahead to control the pace. Let’s him fuck your mouth just how he wants.

“Goddamn,” he mutters, pushing your head further than he ever anticipates it going. If anyone catches you both on the rooftop of this random building, they were in for one helluva sight.

He looks down, watching as you go to town on him. It’s a work of art. A trained skill that he doesn’t want to know how you got so talented at. It’s wet. More spit than he’s used to. It coats him shaft to ass crack in smathers of sloppiness and drips into his pants that pool around his ankles.

“You got a mouth on you, girl, I’ll tell you that.“

Your throat convulses around him and you make a strangled noise. He immediately lets go of you, but that’s when he feels it. The slight pinch of your teeth along him. It’s not enough to hurt, but it’s enough to wake him the fuck up.

"Alright,” he says. “Alright. I hear ya.”

You choke on him and it’s an odd thing for him to get used to. But get used to it he will.

His head hits the back of the wall behind him when he sinks into the rhythm of your mouth. A rhythm that he commands you to follow. You know what’s to next. Can feel it as his hands tighten in your hair and his breathing deepens to hard grunts.

You moan around him, that sweet fucking mouth of yours vibrating against him tip to base and he loses it.

“Goddamn,” he grunts and you taste him in the back of your throat. He fills up your mouth pretty damn quick. You can’t contain all of it.

“Fucking fuck.”

He’s not a very poetic man.

You’re teary eyed and pouty lipped when you finish Tiny trickles of his come and your spit drip along your chin.

His eyes stare directly into yours. They’re lust filled. Hazy with it. Just a hunch, but you bet he probably can't see straight right now. You did your job and you did it well. Because of it, you own his ass. He didn’t even fucking know it yet.

You gather the remains of his juices on your fingers and make sure none of him is lost.

“Thank you, sir,” you’re panting. He’s fucked the wind out of your lungs and you’re proud of your work. As proud of it as you were the mural you painted that sits behind him like a halo. “May I get off my knees, please?”

Jesus Christ. He’s never been at the receiving end of this kind of shit. He and Maria had a good sex life, but it was not this. Never this.

“Sir?"

Your voice bring him back into his body.

"Yeah,” he says and you stand. You were kind enough to pull his pants up along the way. Beneath your dress, there’s harsh bruises on your knees from where cruel asphalt dug. Shit, he didn’t mean to hurt you. “You alrig-”

“Did I do a good job?” you ask. Your voice is gentle, but he knows. He’s not that daft. You don’t want kindness.

“Yeah, you did good. Real good.”

“I should’ve waited for you to tell me to swallow, but I couldn’t help myself.”

This was a test.

He wipes at the fucked-out tears on your cheeks. The next bit makes you smirk. “Don’t let it happen again.”

He kisses the top of your head and you guys get pastrami sandwiches after this. You talk about life as an art teacher. He tells you a few stories of his life in the Marines. You both realize how weird each other is.

He sleeps on just a mattress. No bedframe, nothing. Just a mattress soaked in y'alls combined sweat. It’s like fucking on concrete. It makes it nasty - makes it primal.

You’re face down, ass up, a tried and true position. But the way Frank is handling you has you biting sheets. You never bite sheets. What in the fuck.

He’s earned his way back into your pretty pussy after careful training.

You’re in his apartment this time. It used to be as cold as a prison cell. Now it’s a cold prison cell, but with little shit of yours in it. A sketchpad. You have a towel. He fucking has tampons beneath his sink. Even keeps your favorite frozen pizza in his freezer.

Neither of you mention what this thing has become. No waaaay.

It’s stupid for him to be involved with you: a stoner who idolizes him in graffiti across the city.

And you’re fucking a mass murderer.

It’s recipe for disaster. The bomb is going to detonate one of these days.

But he’s dicking you down so good now. You couldn’t let him go and let the next bitch prosper.

“Get it, girl,” he grunts, slapping your ass. He does it again without giving you time to settle into the sting. “Get it.”

“You liking the view?"

"Did I say you could talk?” Your bratiness is rewarded with another hand to your ass. It’s much harder than the other two. You cry out, but you don’t tell him to stop. If you did, this whole operation would be shut. the fuck. down. “Shut up and take it.”

You toss your ass back on him and he meets you with forceful thrusts. There’s nowhere to run, no softness in how he handles you.

You give in.

“There you go, atta girl. Come on it.” He pushes you down by your spine, furthering your arch. That’s when he starts to give it to you nice and slow. He presses deep into a part of you that makes your eyes roll. “You take every inch of me so well and it’s all for you. Now come on it.”

He’s a fast learner.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle #frank castle x you #the punisher #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader

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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 8 months

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MESSY AFFAIRS

SUMMARY: you look so pretty when your in your sleep and that gives jungkook a morning wood luckily you are there to help him with this problem ,but Jimin seems to be a bit jealous you started without him

PAIRINGS: reader and jikook are in open relationship.

SMUT WARNINGS : Jungkook loves morning sex , jikook likes giving Hickeys to reader , SQUIRTING, missionary , doggy style , unprotected sex .

WORD COUNT:1.5K

A/N: @gyukookswhore has turned 1 month old today yayy!!!!and the pic Jimin posted on Jungkook's bday i knew i had to write something about them . Also thanks to @jungk97kwife for making the beautiful banner . please don't forget to leave feedbacks it means so much to me , Like and reblog sweet pies 🥺❤️

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You were sleeping peacefully on the bed draped in your red silk sheets . Jungkook who had been now rustling in the sheets for past few minutes, waking up he saw sleeping peacefully while he admired you causing him to have his usual morning wood , you groaned waking up when he started kissing your neck softly kissing and licking the hickeys given by him and Jimin .

Yesterday night Jimin had been working on his new music album , he had came home late when he saw you both awake and you were getting moody seeing him looking so hot in normal sweatpants and T-shirt . You had sex with both of them , Cumming really soon because you have been ovulating.

Oh Jimin , he was an early riser he had went to the kitchen for making breakfast for the both. Of you . You moaned waking up to see jungkook smiling “ Good morning baby” he softly said still in his boxers and draped in the slim sheets “Good morning kook” you said while kissing his the kiss soon turned into a make out session.

While you slept in your black two piece lingerie they were soon thrown on the ground with jungkook going down on you “ Baby is still so wet from last night did you have fun yesterday? We both fucked you hard didn’t we ?” He asked while messily kissing your clit slowly going to lick your folds while you moaned his name “kook your so good with your tongue” you said grabbing his hair to keep him in the place he kept sucking you .

“Started without me ?” Jimin rasped , loose grey sweatpants hanging on his hips while holding coffee and waffles for the three of you . “ Join us Hyung she is pretty wet right now got her all messy for us” jungkook said casually right before going to suck on your clit

making you hiss in pleasure.

“ Be good for us yeah Jagi ?” Jungkook said while going back in his knees to give Jimin some space . Jungkook dragged you to middle of the bed so he can have some space near your face he slowly stroked himself with his Calvin Klein boxers still on while Jimin made some space between your thighs , teasing you just by licking your clit and ignoring your whines . “ Jimin need your fingers in me please Baby” you whined telling him you would cum soon .

While jungkook took his phone from his side of the nightstand just so he could record you and Jimin . “ Baby look here and tell Hyung he is doing good” he said while phone is still in his hands . “ I’m cumming jimin” you said warning him , “ let go baby did so good for me” you soon came just by jimin teasing your cunt with tongue.

“ My turn Hyung wanna be inside her right now” jungkook said while rubbing him self . “ go ahead kook she is all ours but make sure she doesn’t pass out wanna fuck her too” he said chuckling . “ Kook want you now” you said slowly rubbing your pussy . “ Gonna fuck you now babygirl” jungkook slowly eased himself inside you “ good baby?” He asked while you nodded , jungkook started fucking you faster your moans were now getting louder.

“ Suck me while kookie fucks you baby your mouth can take me right?”he asked while moving towards your mouth “ kook let’s switch can you fuck me from the back baby wanna suck his cock” you asked with tears filling in your eyes on how good jungkook was fucking you he nodded slapping your tits and telling you to turn over “ show that ass of yours baby” . You turned over and started sucking Jimins cock while kook fucked you from behind groaning on how tight and warm your pussy was .

You stroked Jimin telling him to go slowly “wanna cum on that pussy baby” Jimin moaned “ slow gonna make me cum fast” he rasped “ Jungkook you close ?” He asked moaning when you sucked his tip “yeah I think will be there in few pussy so good makes me cum fast” Jimin slowly moved back telling you to just enjoy.

While jungkook was gonna come he told you to turn around his hard cock now slipped out of you while you rubbed your clit the both of them were jerking of moans slipping from their mouths they both soon came cumming over your pussy and their breaths now were fastened while you squirted moaning both of their names .

Jungkook hovered above you kissing your cheeks “ A very very good morning baby .. .. let’s get you cleaned up” he said while Jimin helped you to get up from the bed and kissed your cheeks telling him you did great “ freshen up bun I’ll warm the food for us” he said already getting out of the bed .

You were brushing your teeth when jungkook ran a bath for you in the back “ are you okay Y/n do you feel a bit sore ? Want me to massage you when you get out of the shower ?” He asked sweetly . You hummed telling him he can light those vanilla and clove candles with soft music on the side . “ Yes baby would do anything for you “ he cheerfully said adding your favourite fruity shower gel in the bath .

You were soon out of the bath got ready to spend the day with them , chatting on how you want to watch animated movies with both of them and enjoy the sunset .

“ jungkook , Jimin how about we take bam to see sunset near the beach how does it sound ?” You asked taking a bite of waffles Jimin heated up for you . “ yeah sure baby let’s take him we also need to take him to the groomer” soon finishing your breakfasts you were spending time with both of them Jimin occasionally going out for his office calls while jungkook made sure to cuddle you from the side and laying his head on the shoulder .

“ Baby you wanted massage right let’s go ? Jimin hyung can join us later after finishes “ he said softly you nodded telling him to light sone candles while you can go tell him . “ Bam come let’s go to the room” . You came in the house back as Jimin was still in the backyard telling bam to come up with you .

You entered taking in the scented candles and perfumes smell with your body essential oil laying in a try besides your bed on the nightstand “ Come fast jagi” jungkook said sitting on the bed only in his grey sweatpants showing his Calvin Klein boxers and gently biting his lips .

Bam ran towards his dad licking his just like hasn’t seen him since ages even tho he was spending his whole day with him you giggled seeing them . Bam then rested on the bed you had brought for him across the bedroom and dozzing of from time to time . You came and rested on the bed removing your T-shirt and sleeping on your stomach . “ jagi I’m gonna unclasp your bra is it okay ?” Jungkook , the man he is …….he made sure you were comfortable and joking on how he had seen everything and has fucked you so many times .

“ I just wanna make sure your fine with it baby” he giggled and soon started massaging your shoulders and going towards your calf slowly and gently massaging them “ kook your so good” you moaned appreciating him . Jimin had soon joined you on the bed kissing your cheeks and telling you both about the mv theme .

Soon your massage session can to an end when you all three decided to go to the beach just near the house with bam , you dressed up casually wearing shorts and some loose white top which belonged to Jimin and tyed your hair in a messy bun .

You four sat on the beach admiring the beautiful sunset giggling and talking about how you three had meet each other for the first time . The night soon rolls up . Jungkook insisted on making a ramen bowl for all of you . Thanking him you kissed his cheeks telling him how grateful you are and how much you love him . Jimin had bam in his arms as he was just 3 months old saying he is my baby he might be tired from all the walking you both giggled telling it’s fine you can hold him too.

please like , comment, reblog sweeties <3

#bts #jungkook #bts fanfic bts smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jikook #jikook X yn #gyukookswhore is turning one month old !!!#open relationship #bts smut #bts fics #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts fluff

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covexation · 1 year

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shout out to my bff juli 4 giving me stuff to write <3

male reader (no parts mentioned but implied?)

nsfw hcs

warning: bdsm, switch mammon & reader, degrading, mammon using pet names, mentions of lucifer & brothers, spanking, umm idk what else

my cutie patootie

TOP MAMMON

- he’s SOOOO protective (obviously)

- talks a lot while you guys fuck

- most of the time it’s just him babbling on and on abt how you feel so fucking good or him asking you how you feel on his dick 🤭

- you better answer him or he’ll spank u

- OMG he will make you count all his grimm and if you mess up he spanks you and fuck you harder, telling you to start over again!!!

- he gets rlly pissed if his brothers are flirting with you

- ESPECIALLY LUCIFER

- likes missionary so he can see the cute faces you make while he fucks you dumb (aw so cute)

- luci flirts with you and say goodbye to your ability to walk bc mammon is not gonna let that slide <3

- pounds you for so many hours someone complimented u

(does that make sense?)

- say someone complimented u 4 times, then he fucks you for 4 hours straight!!

- loves to cum on you, in you, in your mouth, everywheres!!

- takes a pic of you covered in his cum (be careful he might put it as his wallpaper)

- “you’re so pretty baby,, fuck,, you’re all mine”

- off topic but omg him letting other people fuck you while he gambles and intense eye contact or smth like that *heart eyes*

BUT IF UR ON TOP LORD HAVE MERCY

- he whines.

- he gets all confident until he’s under u <33

- LOUD ASF

- hmmmm he’s not a big big fan of bdsm bc he’s constantly tied up by lucifer but he loves when you ride him until he breaks (he’ll deny it but it’s one of his favorite things)

- he stole some of your grimm so what do you do?

u tie him up and ride him until YOU get tired (let’s pretend u have unlimited stamina)

- begs you to stop but definitely wants more

- i’m not the best at writing top

WOOHOO OK IM DONE

i’m not the best at writing smut but it’s still fun

#obey me smut #mammon x male reader #mammon x reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #covexation

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thcfountain · 4 months

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Dating Nicholas includes:

fluff & minor smut warning. mdni

Becoming a foster parent to Lydia and Jerry.

"Nicholas, your son knocked a glass off the counter and broke it."

"Why is he only my son when he's naughty? He's your son too, y/n."

you definitely have hundreds of pics and vids saved of the cats. every time they do something cute when he isn't home, you capture the moment and text it to him.

"😭 my sweet children! Please give them kisses for me until I get home."

having to kick the cats out of the bedroom before having sex because Nicholas refuses to traumatize his kids like that.

speaking of sex, Nicholas wants it as much as he can get it with you. He loves your body, practically craves it when he's away. He's constantly telling you about steamy sex dreams he's had on tour or sending you vids of himself jerking off when he can find a bit of privacy.

Your phone chimes in the middle of the night and it's an equal guess if it will be Nicholas wishing you a good night, or something dirtier. The second you see the video attachment, you know it's the latter and after getting settled into a comfortable position, you hit play.

Sounds of Nicholas trying to muffle moans immediately fills your ears and your pussy clenches in response. The sight of tattooed knuckles as he slowly jerks himself off, entrances you.

"I miss your mouth," he moans softly and although he's focused the video solely on his dick and torso, you know his eyes have rolled closed as he imagines you there, helping him get off. "Fuck baby, want me to cum for you?"

Your hand slips between the waistband of your panties, fingers sliding over your slick lips and then flicking over your clit, body responding to Nick's even when he's a world away.

when he's home, the sex is passionate, it's heated. fucking in missionary, his hands holding down your wrists. Your head pushed into the mattress as he paints stripes across your back. Your fingers tangled in dark locks as he eats you.

you end up becoming the world's worst hair dresser. He feels like there's never enough time on tour to get split ends trimmed.

"Just trim the split ends," he begs, handing you a pair of scissors he found on the bus. He looks so confident in trusting you and sits down in a folding chair in the parking lot outside, the venue so you won't end up with hair on the bus floor.

"What if I fuck up and your fans put a hit on me?" You've never trimmed or cut hair before, you're terrified you'll somehow mess up.

"I trust you, baby. Just do it."

The end result is slightly uneven, but not so bad and he praises you for the good work. You shell out for proper hair cutting tools when you get home after that.

Nicholas also loves when you braid his hair. He loves having his hair played with and a braid keeps it out of his face.

getting tattooed only by people that Nicholas approves of. He's a professional and he'll be damned if his baby walks around with shoddy work or risks infection. If he can't do the tattoo for you, he has a list of approved artists that you're allowed to work with.

speaking of tattoos, one time when he's home, the two of you decide to tattoo his bitemark on your thigh. Once it's healed, he can't help but kiss on it every time he sees it. You're his and he knows it and loves it.

Noah becomes your annoying little brother. He tags along with you any time he can, asking you a thousand insane questions. When you and Nicholas are cuddling on a couch, he'll worm his way between you two or lay across your laps, demanding not to be left out. He's a sweet boy, minus the time he drew on you in sharpie while you were sleeping.

any time he's home for Christmas, you get professional photos taken for your Christmas cards. You, Nicholas, and the cats all in matching pjs or sweaters.

eating so much food when you visit his family because Nicholas' abuelita will hand you plate after plate of delicious Cuban food and Nick warns you that she won't take no for an answer.

She hands you a bowl of boniatilla and you know you're stuffed from the platefuls of other things she's given you but you also know this is about to be the most heavenly dessert you've ever had. Nicholas chuckles and gives you a thumbs up in encouragement.

Nicholas' mama adoring you. Giving you hugs every time she sees you and demanding that you make time at least once a week to sit and catch up. Sometimes catching up includes Danielle and her showing you every embarrassing photo of Nicholas that she can find or Christian butting in to tell a joke.

You and Christian shoot the shit together pretty often. You have inside jokes that leave Nicholas confused, even if he's happy that you both get along.

There are a lot of talks between you and Nicholas, all including the future and what you both want. He wants a big family, lots of little kids running amok in a big house. You tell him that that's definitely something for a little bit further into the future.

"You're not home enough to help me raise a dozen kids," you remind him. It's one of the downfalls of his job.

"My family would help, they love you and they would love our children." He sees the look on your face, knows that's not the same and gives you a little kiss. "Sometime within the next 5 years then," he promises.

Nicholas attracts cats. The cat distribution system is broken when it comes to him because everywhere you go, he ends up swarmed by strays. It's a fight not to agree to let him bring them all home.

Constantly buying banana bunches for when he's home because he goes through them so fast.

"How many bananas have you had today?"

He shrugs. "Five? Six?"

"You're going to overdose on potassium, Papi," you laugh.

He grins. "You're just jealous that you don't have my banana in your mouth."

#nicholas ruffilo #Nicholas ruffilo imagines

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tinyidle · 10 months

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Okay I need somebody to hop on this idea. 🙏 Hongjoong being in the studio late and you coming to visit him. The second I saw this photo I imagined his gf going to his studio and he kisses her like that. The kiss starts being cute and ends up in full on making out session, and they end up on the couch. From fluff to full on smut. I'm on my knees for this man. 🧎‍♀️ I would write something about this but it's been a long time and I'm scared. 😅 If somebody writes something please tag me. 🙏

if you haven't, read @mi-to-the-a's fic on this idea. this is my interpretation for the idea.

After Hours - KHJ

wc: 1.4k

WARNING: so much fluff, smut, kisses, heavy petting, kinda messy ngl, grinding, slight dumbification, fellatio, cowgirl (but barely because my man's was abt to bust), missionary (that's always fun), praise + encouraging words, slight begging, b!gd¡ck joong because we always love him, producer!joong, switch!dom!joong, girlfriend!reader, switch!sub!reader, fem reader

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you got a ping from your instagram. a notification from ateez_official; great. you look at the post pings, and-- lo and behold, it was your boyfriend in the studio. he told you earlier that he would be late once again there, so as per usual, you waited until 2 am for him to send you a text message of him coming to your house so you could spend the rest of the night with him. seeing these pics, however, you knew that tonight would be a longer night than usual. you decided to pack up as many small items you could before heading to your car and driving to the studio.

showing your designated ID to security and once again ID'ing yourself at the front desk, you quietly opened the door to a concentarated and half sleepy kim hongjoong. he looked very focused on getting a certain chord right, repeating a random rhyme scheme multiple times and recording his voice over it before deciding to put the vocal jumble into actual words for a potential demo.

he turned around a bit to get his nearly cold coffee on the nearby coffee table when he saw you, slightly startling him a bit before smiling up at you and motioning you to come near his swivel chair. "hey, baby," he greeted you, kissing your cheek when you sat on his lap. "what are you doing here, after hours?"

"well," you began to respond as you played with his already disheveled hair from the constant focus-targeted tugging," i saw that you posted what you were up to and decided to pay you an early visit before you came home." you gave him small yet passionate pecks of genuine affection that equated to 'i miss you so much that i refuse to fall asleep alone at 2 am'.

hongjoong's smile grew into a small smirk. he loved whenever you came late into the studio. of course, he never made you do it or coerce you, but being the wonderful girlfriend you are, you couldn't fathom purposefully knowing that your boyfriend has some stress that he needed to release. he knew that, and loved that caring nature about you; just as much as you did with him.

and tonight was no different. "thank you for always being a big part of why im always at peace," he gratefully said to you, kissing an exposed part of your neck after you two shared some kisses with each other. the same part he knows can turn you on in seconds, especially when it came to him. "can i give you what you give me every time i feel burdened?" throughtout his request hongjoong kept kissing all over your neck while running his hands over your clothed thigh as the other rested comfortably on his lap.

you were now breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers as hongjoong lightly bit the same part of your neck that triggers your intense want for him. you could feel how constricted his sweats were getting on his pelvic area right against your ass, and he could feel your skin heating up-- an all too-well sign of you being wet for him.

now with one of his hands now coming up to the sides of your neck while the other gets a good grip on your hip, hongjoong slowly grinds your comfy yet compressed bottoms onto each other. by now your panties and leggings have soaked through and can now be felt onto your boyfriend's obvious bulge. "well?" hongjoong asked, snapping you out of your trance as he too was breathing heavier than usual. "can i, love?"

nodding while doing your best to take off what you could without getting off your boyfriend's lap, you confirmed. "please show me how at ease i make you. please joongie."

with a simple groan, hongjoong took off his shirt to match with your now topless figure, and did his best to pull down his sweats along with your bottoms without pulling you off of him. when his erection was in full view, you sank down to your knees, leaving his once warm lap now into an annoying cool sensation.

as the man hissed and was about to ask you to get back on, his complaints were quickly replaced with a satisfied moan as you sank your mouth onto his length. "oh my go-" he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you worked him up to moistness. even thought you told him that he can treat you, you just couldn't help but want to treat him. he is such an amazing leader, producer, rapper, singer, songwriter, friend, boyfriend; you just couldn't want to spoil him before he spoils you.

just when you were about to attempt to deepthroat him, he stopped you. you pouted at him as he chuckled and wiped away some of the drool that trailed on your chin from how wet you made his length. "you know how much i like when you blow me," he thanked you, to which you smiled like you were being congratulated for passing an important exam. "but i want to treat you. so get up on me," he demanded, hand on his soaked shaft while you got up and hovered over him with your equally soaked center.

"ready?" hongjoong asked you as he held himself up for you. it was always so endearing to you that he always asked, even though he knew both of you wanted and were ready for this. a selfless man who needs to be spoiled, you think.

gathering your thoughts so that you don't keep the man waiting, you answer, "yes. fill me up, joongie." your boyfriend nodded as he helped ease you down on his length. it was always a challenge for him to fit you, but you always made it work through his reassuring words. once you sat completely on his lap again, you allowed yourself to throb, elliciting a moan from both of you.

"fuck, baby," hongjoong groaned, holding your hips as you grinded them along him. he was feeling a bit too sentimental today and does not want to finish too soon. he lifted himself up from the chair, carrying you with him as you squeal from the sudden movement, and rest you back on the rather huge couch behind the small coffee table. "i have to fuck you like this. i don't want to cum too early."

"okay, joong- uhh fu-" just when you were about to reassure him that you dont mind and that he could do whatever he wanted, he went on a moderate yet deep pace. it only took a couple strokes and you could feel everything: his cock deep within your walls, the small bump of his head nudging your pelvic floor to where you could see him in your stomach, and your cunt stretching wide open every time your boyfriend thrust forward. needless to say, you were dangerously close.

hongjoong could tell by the way you could barely speak and had your mouth open as small groans and whines left your needy mouth. leaning down to give it a kiss, he started to encourage you while his thumb went down to rub your aching clit, causing you to jolt. "come on, baby. focus on how good you feel and how bad you want to let go. do it for me, cum for me."

you found your voice again after the encouragers and moaned aloud, "oh fuck, joongie im cumming!" you held onto your boyfriend arms as tightly as your orgasm rolled over you like a mighty wave, almost blinding you of your sense of self while your back arched off the couch.

your boyfriend was there to ride you through it, all while casually chasing his own release. "shh shh, i got you," he guided your body down the waves of your high as he pressed himself to you, spilling inside of you without you feeling anything short of satisfaction.

once both of you calmed down your storm of emotions and pleasure, what was left behind was a comforting stillness.

you lay beside each other, your skin sticky with sweat, your breathing finally slowing to a steady rhythm. hongjoong's fingers found yours, intertwining them with his as he pressed a tender kiss to your now darkened lips.

"i love you," he whispered, his voice a gentle lullaby similar to that of his music.

"i love you too," you replied, your words a soft melody in the aftermath of passion.

imagine not being down bad for this man-

anyway, hope you liked it!

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut

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toomuchracket · 5 months

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thinking about spitting. Matty spitting on me. Matty spitting on my body and rubbing it in (maybe even down there idk). Matty spitting in my mouth and forcing me to swallow it. And of course telling me what a dirty little girl I am for liking it the whole time 😇

omg zoe literally yesterday ace (@ughgoaway) and i were talking about d word and the first time spitting is brought up and trialled!! thinking you and matty are in the middle of one of those make out sessions that's just so obviously foreplay, and when you break for air a string of spit connects you and your boyfriend and you smile and say "fucking love it when we get like this during kisses, all sloppy and messy and wet"; matty's pupils dilate even further and he's like "yeah? well, in that case... can we try something, darling?", and you agree. after another kiss, matty grabs your jaw (quite like in the new pics) and says "open your mouth, sweet girl", and when you oblige - excited butterflies in your stomach because you know where this is going - he spits directly into your mouth, groaning out a "good fucking girl" when you swallow on instinct. and that's really the catalyst for you - you give him carte blanche to spit on you when he's being mean or a bit more authoritative in bed, but also you'll frequently just open your mouth to let him do it while he's fucking you missionary. love the thing you said about him spitting and rubbing it in; he loves when you let the spit drip from your lips onto his dick before you wank him off, absolutely loves it, and he experiments (to great success) by doing the same to you and your clit to get you worked up and ready for him to rail you. but no matter where he's spitting on you or in what circumstances, your overjoyed reaction always makes him both smiley and horny lol - he's like "my dirty girl, letting me spit on her and liking it. perfect little slut, always so good and needy for me. let daddy reward you for being a good girl, now, yeah?" HOT <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #smutty asks #d word matty #moots <3 #zoe!!

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via-l0ve · 11 months

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Could I request general two-bit and dallas (seperate) smut headcannons if that's okay ^^

a/n: I LOVE HEADCANNONS!!! you ask and i shall deliver. 🫶🏻

warnings: honestly just pure smut. Random gen. headcannons of Two-Bit and Dallas in bed! smut is under the cut. you’ve been warned!

Two-Bit Mathews:

def has a thing for mutual masturbation

i feel like he says stuff like “my pretty little slut.” or “Taking me so well, baby girl/boy”

sometimes if he’s just so desperate for a fuck and he dosent have a lot of patience he’ll just slide your panties to the side and pound into you

drunk sex happens because my boy is SO touchy when he’s drunk :((

i feel like he’s lowkey into cockwarming

“jus’ slide it in baby.. oh fuck.. jus’ like that.”

moaning in ur mouth when you guys are making out 😩

did someone say hair pulling kink bc i heard it

if he’s giving you head and you pull his hair-

he’s making you cum like 4 times. sorry bb

will almost get you to cum and then stop and you gotta beg the man to keep goin

likes missionary and when you ride him

he likes doing it in cars 🤷‍♀️

i feel like he’d literally brag to Steve about it💀 but if that was something you were uncomfy with he would stop when he knew

i feel like he’s down to try just about anything tbh

he takes aftercare seriously and always wants you to get a drink of water

he seems like the type to doordash food afterwards or take you to a drive in and you guys just eat and chill

but he also loves to just cuddle and hold ya afterwards.

says “i love you” a LOT

I feel like he wants to know he’s doing good

DIRTY TALK.

“so good for me baby. taking my cock like this. fuck.. what a good girl/boy.”

“y’feel so good on my cock… i can never get enough of ya.”

Dallas Winston:

Spit kink !

spits on his fingers before driving them into you or will make you taste yourself on his fingers afterwards.

if you’re giving him head and you gag around his cock - his soul will ascend to the heavens

throat fucking you is like heaven to Dallas

LOVES teasing you in front of the guys without them knowing

you both cuddling under blankets and talking to the gang while he rubs your clit and fingers you

“you gotta keep quiet, doll. cant have them knowin’ what were doin’, huh?”

calls you a lot of nicknames

loves it when you moan his name

he loves cumming inside you or on your chest

whether you have big tits or a flatter chest, whether you’re male or female, dosent matter. Dallas will finish on your chest and he will take a mental photo of what that looks like to jack off to.

BEGS you to take pics in lingerie (or nude) so he can have ‘em to jerk off to if you’re not there.

bondage kink too

i think he’d like to restrict you to a bedpost and throat fuck you or have you suck his cock while he’s all tied up <3

he’d be willing to sub but he would rather be a dom

He would sub on some days though

if you’re into smoking weed i can imagine high sex happening

he’d never force you into stuff

Feelin like he’s got a little slapping kink

slaps your ass or your face (gently, and with consent!!) when you’re going rough

OVERSTIM.

he gets hard from js thinking about overstimulating you until you’re a crying mess, begging for a release.

“no, not yet baby. i know you can take one more. one more for me, yeah?”

multiple orgasms

he can be gentle if that’s what you want but i think he def likes to go rough a lot too.

he does aftercare, makes sure you’re hydrated and comfortable but saves most of the talking for the morning after.

i also feel like he’d take your panties off with his teeth 🤭

#dallas winston #dallas winston smut #two bit mathews #two-bit mathews smut #the outsiders imagines #smut #thank you sm for this request #love u mwah

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sgntr · 4 months

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Adventure 10 - Filling the void

300 follower special! Thank you for the 300 of you. Never thought people would be interested. hahaha

Michelle texted me to ask if I was interested to bang again. Of course I am and we met up the next day at her place.

I thought was gonna be her and her husband again. But I was wrong. Turns out its just her. Husband is on a business trip. So it was just me and her.

Here is a pic she sent me when she asked me to come over. Face cropped out for obvious reasons.

When I entered the house, she was in a dress without the jacket. For a women her age, I would not imagine her dressing like that. But I like what she was wearing. She pulled me led me a different room from the previous time we banged.

However, this time she did not ask me to shower first and instead bent over to reveal her already wet pussy asking me to fuck her there and then.

I undid my pants, we up and put my already hard dick at her pussy opening. My head was rubbing along the opening as I coated it with her wet juices. She was all ready to feel my dick in her.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head towards me.

"Not so fast. You have to earn it." I whispered in her ear.

"Yes da.." before she could finish, dragged her to the floor and walked her to one of the chairs in the room by pulling on her hairs. She crawled along the floor on all 4s. I sat on the chair and she got to work.

On her knees, she stuck her head down my shaft and tried to take in as much as possible with out gagging. The layer of saliva coating my dick got thicker and thicker. She went up and down for a good 5mins. Without warning, I would hold her head down when she wants to come up for air and gag her till she is on the brink of fainting. Her tapping my thighs and begging to be let go with hers rolled back made me even harder.

Once I felt it was wet enough, I got up and walked to the bed. As an obedient bitch, she crawled behind me. I gestured for her to get on the bed and she did as commanded. She got on the bed and stuck her ass up. Using her 2 hands, she spread her pussy open ready to welcome my dick.

I spanked her ass a few times and while she was moaning about the ass spanking, I thrusted my dick into her pussy and she screamed.

"Fk daddy just like that, uhghhh", I yanked on her hair to pull her head back.

"Yea? how much do you like it?"

"More than my husband's. I wish i could fuck you dick all day"

"Older women sure know how to talk"

Sure enough, as she was mentioning her husband, her husband called. Turns out its morning time wherever he was and they video called everyday when he wakes up. I was like just video call with me in it, Im sure he does not mind since he knows me. But she told me that he is only with her fucking others when he is around and gets super pissed when she does it without him.

Honestly I was ready to stop. But i continued so i can write this HAHA.

So she laid in missionary position so I could fuck her behind the phone as she picked up the call. Once she pick up the call, they started chatting about their day and what they were doing. I on the other hand was slowly sticking my dick back in her pussy.

I tried my best to fuck her with no movement but she had a hard time keeping her face straight. At some point, the husband seem to notice something was not right and asked her if she was okay. Michelle said she was actually in the mids of masturbating when he called and just wanted to do both at once.

To my surprise, the husband said "let's do it together then". Michelle was a pro and started giving jerk off instructions to her husband on the phone. I took this chance to fuck her hard as usual. She moaned louder and louder as I continued fucking her.

3 minutes in and her husband announced that he was about to cum. Coincidentally, I was also on the edge.

"I want every drip on me. Spray it on me. I want you seeds all over my body daddy"

At this point I am not sure who is she talking to. But to my surprise, she hung up on her husband and told me to cum in her mouth. I did just that and shot everything in her mouth. It was a rather big load as I had not been jerking off for awhile. Her mouth was filled with my juices and she swallowed every last drop of it, even sucking the last few droplets that were leaking out.

Moments after that, her husband called back. She picked up and gave the excuse that she accidentally clicked hang up. If it were not for the bad resolution on the video call, he might be able to see the small cum droplets on the side of her mouth hahaha.

I got dressed and left to catch my last bus home.

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If you like to hear more, do give this post a like and reblog. You can also follow me to keep updated. I will do my best to post but adventures take time hahaha

#sgntr #sgntr michelle

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okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :

Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor. “I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”

and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)

okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️

about love | knj (m)

>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader

>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack

>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.

>> word count 2.8k

>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium.

You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day.

There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them.

You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them.

Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that.

The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous.

On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark.

That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession.

Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses.

Fuck.

“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours.

“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium.

The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls.

Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish.

You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours.

Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times.

You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill.

“What?” You ask.

“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well.

What did he just say?!

“I—“

Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass.

“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish.

“Namjoon.”

“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name.

“Joonie.”

Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him.

“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off.

“I’m in love with you, clumsy.”

Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes.

“What.” He breathes out.

“Yeah.” You step closer.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before.

“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?!

“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off.

“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence.

“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.”

“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.

“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.”

Fuck. He has got to be kidding.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone.

“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault.

“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another.

“Oh?”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—

“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit.

There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—

“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts.

“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away.

You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend.

When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you.

It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again.

The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something.

Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm.

Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier.

The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so.

Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you.

After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio.

When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again.

“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous.

“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does.

“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous.

You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea.

He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it.

When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair.

Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead.

You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind.

It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that.

Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck.

For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him.

“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin.

“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard.

“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much.

“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience.

But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them.

In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch.

“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him.

“Yeah.”

The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans.

“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen.

It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.

The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body.

You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that.

But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream.

Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind.

You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly.

The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you.

You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit.

You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it.

Now the question is, who’s going to give in first?

Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer.

As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon.

You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you.

You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully.

“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this.

“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin.

You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease.

With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible.

After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move.

Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm.

Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him.

“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end.

With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan.

You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing.

“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is.

“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck.

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.

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