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tsukisrants · 7 months

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First Prize - Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.068

Warnings: Boxer!Jungkook, Possessive Behavior, Violence, Spankings, Manhandling, Dom/Sub undertones, Name-Calling, Hair-pulling, Fingering, Rough sex, Spit, Creampie.

Summary: "I need these eyes, little one. I need my number one fan, huh? Or I'll lose my mind, and we don't want that, do we?”

smut under the cut

A blow.

Another one.

The pungent smell of blood intoxicates him.

His mixed with that of his opponent.

Anger rises in his chest, overwhelming and distorting him.

Clouding his senses.

The gaze of the audience turned towards him. People look at him and devour him with their eyes.

Among them, yours.

You, who look at him with your childish eyes.

With that curiosity and desire.

Your eyes, his fuel.

Everything around him catches fire.

The flames blaze uncontrollably and his body is moved by an intoxicating adrenaline that creates addiction.

Despite the pain, the fatigue.

He wins.

The opponent falls to the ground.

He, on the other hand, stands triumphantly.

The shouts rise, the screams caress his ears, and he revels in every moment of glory.

He was born for this.

You, on the other hand, tremble.

You look at him with dreamy eyes, as you have been doing for a long time now.

Since you were dragged, against your will, to one of these fights.

You didn't want to come at all, but in the end, you gave in, and thank heaven every day that you did.

You saw him, and since then you have done nothing but come back.

Come back to him, for him.

Enchanted, bewitched.

At every encounter, you stand in the front row.

At every encounter, you have eyes only for him.

You scream his name, you smile.

You smile and everyone's eyes are on you.

But yours? Yours are only on him.

Your gaze belongs to him completely, like every single part of you.

And fuck, he likes it.

Jungkook lives for the desire he has for you and for the desire you have for him.

At every encounter, he checks if you’re there.

But as always, he does nothing.

He looks at you.

He observes you, and burns your skin with those dark pits.

Jungkook keeps playing this little game with you for a while.

Then, one evening, you don't show up.

You miss a fight.

You didn't want to, but exhaustion didn't allow you to move.

Too tired from work, you skipped a fight.

That night, they had to urgently take Jungkook's challenger to the hospital.

Furious, he ended the evening by downing a bottle of vodka, and then picking a fight with a group of idiots, emerging victorious.

Jungkook never loses.

At the next fight, you are there.

You are there, you have returned, and when you look at him, your curiosity turns into confusion, then fear.

In his eyes, the deepest darkness.

Jaw clenched, he delivers precise and devastating blows.

He wins, because he can't do otherwise.

He wins, and you timidly exult.

He steps down from the ring, drinks a drink.

He downs it in one gulp, and you remain enchanted watching his neck shine under the dim light of the gym, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

He redeems the winnings, and leans against the wall.

His friends congratulate him, now accustomed to his successes.

He crosses his arms, and then you notice.

Jungkook is looking at you.

Your hands tremble, and you look around, as if to make sure that he is really looking at you.

You want to run, to escape from him.

But your body seems unresponsive.

It is no longer yours, but his.

Dominated by his eyes.

With a nod of his head, he gestures for you to follow him.

Before you can realize it, you are following him.

A dark corner, and a hand that grabs you.

He pulls you.

You are in a room you have never seen before, you realize it is the room where he prepares before the fights, before dominating the whole world with the strength of his fists, of his body.

"You weren't there last friday," he says.

You gasp, trying to find the words to answer him, completely caught off guard.

"I-I... no, I wasn't there," you reply.

He approaches you, making you step back.

Your body collides with the wall, and he towers over you.

One of his hands next to your face, and you feel your breath catch.

With the other, he grabs your chin.

He forces you to look at him.

You part your lips, and you have to forcefully suppress the moan of astonishment that tries to escape from your throat.

"Don't do it again. Don't miss again, I need you there."

His confession leaves you stunned.

Your confusion clear and evident on your face.

"I need these eyes, little one. I need my number one fan, huh? Or I'll lose my mind, and we don't want that, do we?"

You shake your head. No, you don't want that.

God.

He needs you.

He just said it, and he did it with his eyes locked into yours. He meant it.

He means it.

"I will never miss a fight again, never," you promise him.

As you say it, you truly believe it. You would be ready to do anything for him, and it doesn't matter if you don't really know each other: you belong to him.

He smiles, and Jungkook's smile scares you.

It excites you.

It makes your panties wet.

You feel warmth spreading through your body, your skin filled with uncontrollable shivers.

"Good girl," he says.

His words burn: they set your mind to flames.

There’s nothing in the world you want more than to hear those two little words over and over again.

As he speaks, the hand that was holding your chin moves.

Jungkook rubs his thumb against your lips, his tattoos marked with scratches and splatters of blood make the image even more exciting than it already is.

Jungkook pushes his finger into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue.

The taste of his salty skin is enough to elicit a faint moan from you.

"These eyes, little one. They make me want to hurt you, do you understand? I want to destroy you," he growls, hungry.

He pushes his finger even deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

Jungkook fucks your mouth with his thumb, and you take everything he gives you.

You cough.

He moans at the sight, releasing your mouth.

A trail of saliva connects his thumb to your parted lips, and Jungkook's breath becomes more labored. Heavier.

"Do it. Hurt me. Do whatever you want to me," you beg him.

In an instant, he grabs you by the hair.

His hand tightens with force at the base of your neck.

The strength with which he pulls you excites you: you love the idea that he can do whatever he wants with you, that Jungkook is so much stronger than you that he can bend you and fuck you whenever and wherever he wants.

A cry of pain escapes you, and he laughs.

Jungkook laughs as he drags you by the hair across the room, until he positions you in front of a table.

Once there, he forces you to move as he pleases, shoving you around like a rag doll.

He pushes you down, bending you over the table.

You flinch, tears of pain streaming down your cheeks, meeting your lips, still wet with your saliva.

You feel the taste of your own tears, let it intoxicate you.

The cold surface of the table against your cheek keeps you anchored to reality, and when Jungkook pushes your face forcefully against it, you find yourself squeezing your thighs together.

You love to suffer for him.

You've dreamt of him at every encounter, and finally it's reality.

He’s finally giving you the pain that you craved for so long. Too long.

"From now on, you're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours."

Then, he spanks you.

Hard.

Jungkook's hand collides with your ass, again and again.

Over the skirt you're wearing.

The black one, the one you know is a provocation made for him.

Designed for him.

The one that hugs your body, short in just the right places.

Then, he pulls it up, making it tangle around your waist.

He grabs your panties, and then Jungkook tears them.

They're the pink ones, with the sweet pattern you love.

He loves them even more.

Jungkook gets off to the thought of corrupting you, ruining you for anyone else.

Scraps of fabric from your ripped panties fall to the ground, forgotten.

"If I see wearing a skirt like this again I’ll make sure you regret it, you hear me? You don’t wear shit like this, not without me, do you understand?", he asks.

In another circumstance, you would have probably screamed and resisted.

But now, for him, you would do anything.

Everything is so wrong that it feels so fucking right to you.

When you don't respond, he spanks you one more time.

"Do you understand?", he asks again, leaning forward to grab your face, pressed against the table, and forcing you to look at him.

Your gazes meet and you feel insignificant under the weight of Jungkook’s.

You love feeling this way.

You don't want to be anything other than a little toy for him to use and fuck.

"Y-yes! I understand!", you exclaim.

He smiles satisfied, before pushing two of his fingers deep inside your mouth.

In their rightful place.

With his other hand, he unbuttons his pants.

He pulls down the zipper, then pushes them down, letting them slide down his thighs.

You can't see the scene clearly, but you hear the metallic sound of the zipper being pulled down, the buckle of his belt briefly hitting the table.

He lowers his boxers, stained with his pleasure: a wet spot that marks the level of his desire for you.

He pulls out his cock, and you widen your eyes.

It's big.

Thick, long, and shining from how wet he is, drops of pre-cum sliding down his pulsing tip.

You want it in your hhmouth, in your pussy.

"Good girl, lick them for me, make them wet," he encourages you.

He fucks your mouth with his fingers, once again forcing you to choke on them, pushing them deep into your throat.

As he watches the scene, he touches himself.

His hand moves quickly against his cock, his hips pushing forward in a desperate attempt to receive more friction.

Jungkook grunts and hisses in pleasure, gritting his teeth and wetting his lips with his tongue.

Then, your mouth is left empty.

Jungkook brings those same fingers between your legs, rubbing them against your pussy, before plunging them into you without any regard.

"So tight, so warm for be, fuck...", he murmurs.

He's not talking to you, but to himself.

As if you are nothing more than a little fuck-toy. Nothing more than a flashlight.

Perhaps you really are nothing but that.

He moves his fingers quickly, thrusting them inside you.

The sound of your wetness, of your pleasure, echoes in the room.

It’s all so fucking messy.

You are wetter than you have ever been before, and it is solely and exclusively for him.

Hot droplets of your juices splash down his hand, down his wrist. The veins of his forearm popping out with the strength that he’s using to finger-fuck you.

You feel your wetness trickle down your legs in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers inside you.

As he touches you, he rubs his cock against your flushed and sensitive skin, against your ass.

He leaves behind a glistening trail of his pleasure, his pure desire for you. Your ass wet with his pre-cum.

When Jungkook deems that he has stretched you enough, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy.

You feel empty without a part of him inside of you, and it feels so wrong not to have him inside of your body.

"Open," he orders, tapping those fingers on your lips.

You open them, and he forces you to taste yourself, pushing those wet fingers against your parted lips and then against your tongue.

"You make me so horny, baby..."

When he's satisfied, he cleans his fingers on your face, on your cheeks.

He grabs you by the hips first, then his hands slide down your body: he spreads your legs, firmly grabs your ass, and keeps you open for him.

From above, he lets his saliva slide onto you, onto your throbbing pussy.

He spits on your pussy and the sound is enough to make you moan loudly, gasping his name.

Your fluids mix, becoming one.

He rubs the tip of his cock against you, pushing it inside your pussy.

Just the tip.

It's not enough, not even close to being enough for you.

"Beg me. Beg me to give you my cock, come on, you fucking slut," he groans.

You can clearly feel that Jungkook is teasing you.

The humiliation burns fiercely in your stomach, and only serves to make your pussy even wetter for him.

You are now lost in your own perversion, and decide to let go.

To embrace your deepest desires and needs.

"G-give it to me. Please, Jungkook, please... fuck me, fuck me..."

He does. Jungkook satisfies you, because he can't resist when you beg him so sweetly to fuck you.

"Fuck, baby," he pants.

He buries himself in you completely, and a moan similar to a scream escapes your lips.

Your folds open up to accommodate his length, the lips of your pussy hugging him tightly as your tight walls suck him in.

"You're such a dirty little whore. You like getting fucked like a bitch in heat? You were made to take my cock, made to get fucked like nothing more than a flashlight."

You tremble. You nod and moan.

Jungkook laughs as he fucks you. He laughs at the state you're in: desperate and lost in the pleasure that he is giving you. His cock thrusts inside you again and again, hitting all the right spots, driving you crazy.

"Yours. Only for you. Your whore, only yours, y-yours only, J-Jungkook please..."

Hearing you say it drives him crazy.

He grabs your wrists and, pulling at them, he holds them behind your back, bending your arms.

With one hand, Jungkook keeps you still, gripping your wrists so tightly that you're sure you'll wear his marks for days. While he fucks you he releases the adrenaline of the encounter, the anger of not having seen you last time, and the explosive desire he has had of you for weeks.

He spanks you.

Again, and again.

He does it until the mark of his hand is imprinted on your ass, a mark that will last on your skin for a long time.

You are his.

His and only his.

You belong to Jungkook.

With each spank, you thank him.

He grits his teeth, thrusting into you forcefully and violently. He pushes his cock into your wet pussy with precision and fervor.

The sound of his length slamming into you makes you tremble, it's a sound so obscene, so wet that it brings you close to the edge.

He understands, recognizing the signals of pleasure building relentlessly in your belly.

One of his hands slips between your legs, his rough fingers teasing your swollen and pulsating clit.

He moves his fingertips against you in fast circular motions, in rhythm with the impetuous thrusts of his cock.

You pulse around his length, the orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Come. Come on my cock, little one, go ahead," he growls, abusing your clit until all you can do is tremble, caught in spasms.

Jungkook's voice caresses your ears and gives you the final push you need to finally let go and surrender to pleasure.

"C-Cumming, K-kookie! F-for you, I'm cumming for you!"

You cum, just like that, trembling and covering his cock with your pleasure.

Drops of it splash down his cock, and your pussy pulses against him again and again, making him grunt and moan.

Even Jungkook trembles.

He leans forward, burying his face in the hollow of your neck and bites you.

He bites your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin, and Jungkook buries himself even deeper in your hole, now almost at his limit too.

You are exhausted, hypersensitive. Your clitoris begs for mercy, and he shows a little compassion by stopping teasing it.

He pants against your neck, his warm breath colliding with your skin, and your body feels like it's filled with pure electricity.

Then, he grabs a piece of skin between his lips and starts sucking.

Next to the bite, a purplish bruise now occupies your otherwise pristine neck.

Despite the tiredness, despite your body begging for mercy, you take his cock, again and again.

You let him use you to pleasure himself.

You let Jungkook use you to empty his balls, thrusting inside you as much and as hard as he wants.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck, kitten..."

You beg him to do it, to fill you up, to mark you indelibly.

You beg Jungkook to cum inside you, to give you every drop of his thick, warm cum.

"Take it. Fuck, baby, I'm cumming. Christ, can you feel it? Feel it, feel my cum inside you, take it all, every fucking drop."

As he says this, he releases your wrists, now adorned with the marks of his hands.

Deep bruises that will hardly fade.

He grabs you by the hair and turns your face to the side.

He kisses you, bites your lips.

Jungkook's saliva mixes with yours and drips onto your chins.

"All my cum in your pussy, little one. The best pussy I've ever fucked, all mine..."

With these words, he buries himself in you one last time, fulfilling his promises: he fills you. He claims you. He makes you his.

Hot spurts of his cum fill you, and part of you believes to feel every drop filling your pussy.

He thrusts into you and both moan in unison, seized by violent spasms of pleasure.

You both stay still for a while, locked together.

Your breaths mirror each other.

You both tremble and gasp.

Jungkook gently kisses your shoulder, right where he bit you minutes ago, leaving the mark of his teeth.

The gesture is gentle, contrasting with everything you just shared.

Yet, it feels so right.

"Mmh, baby. Here it is, the first prize," he whispers, softly rubbing his cheek against yours.

You smile, reveling in his tender caresses.

Despite his words, though, you feel that in reality, it is you who have won.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jk x reader #jk x y/n #bts #bts x reader #bts fic #oneshot #boxer jungkook #boxing au #jeon jungguk #bts smut #jungkook smut #jk smut

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lamourdelore · 5 months

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# LETTING IN WHITE HEAT ✶ abby anderson!

❝ vision go black, blood, letting in white heat.❞ ft. brakence

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, f!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, labeling this as dubcon bc abby is mean but she’s sweet after, mean!abby, top!abby, bottom!reader, sub!ellie, loser coded!ellie, voyerisum, kinda mean rough sex, jealous!abby, slight nipple play, strap use r!recieving, abby has one filthy mouth, mommy kink, aftercare, abby is kinda really mean

her jealousy is soft at first, small ticks easily missed if you weren’t looking. the way her blue eyes would become cold like the atlantic, void of any warmth anytime another girl hugged you for a little too long, lingering touch your smooth arms, or the one time at a frat part this ellie chick your hair wrapped around a slender finger. she wouldn’t really react, besides pulling you closer to her, resting her chin on your shoulder, abby’s long fingers intertwined with yours. she knew you were gorgeous, anyone with eyes could see it, people were going to hit on you and it maybe it was annoying at times when abby just wanted you to herself, but she ignored them and just focused on you. but tonight? god, she couldn’t control it. she was failed miserably to keep her cool. it was happening right in front of her, and you weren’t dismissing ellie’s advances like you normally would. no. not at all. you were encouraging her by batting your long, luscious eyelashes at her emerald eyes. leaning away from abby and into her, letting your fingertips grazing the tattoo on her forearm as you giggle, fucking giggling, at a lame joke ellie was telling you. abby would deck her if you wouldn’t get upset about it. you’d forgive her, eventually, but abby knew some groveling would have to happen on her end. no, she wouldn’t have it this way. still, the situation nagged her in way she despised. apparently abby wasn’t giving you enough attention you had to seek it elsewhere and god, abby was going to make you regret it. baby let’s go somewhere more quiet, yeah? your little friend can even come, quietly she whispered in your ear.

it’s how you ended up in this position, getting fucked within an inch of you life, on all fours and your delicate fingers gripping the railing of the frame at the edge, headboard crashing against the wall the abby’s thrusts. lamely, ellie was fully clothed sitting in a velvet green chair placed next to the mirror, not like she could move. abby made sure of it. her brown leather belt bound ellie’s wrist so they laid flat in her lap, lust building up in her eyes as she took in the scene before her. abby’s pierced nipples on display, burly arms flexing as they gripped onto your ass, slapping every few thrusts, letting her meaty hands smooth over the sensitive area. all ellie wanted was to be in the mix, but abby would not let her. every grunt from abby’s lips made ellie’s dripping pussy clench. it wasn’t fucking fair, her keeping you like this, all to herself. the recoil of your ass and abby’s moans mixed together was enough to make ellie cum just from rubbing her thighs against each other, but the blonde’s filthy mouth only made matters worse, pushing her to the edge quicker than she would have liked. really, even expected.

“what you think she could fuck better than me, baby? is that why you were flirting with her? huh? what? too drunk on my cock you can’t fucking talk?” abby laughed before picking up her pace, a light mumble of mommy slipped past your whimpering lips, but it was loud enough for them both to hear. “that’s right, baby. mommy always has to punish you when you’re being a spoiled brat. what? you think she can fuck you like this? she’s half my size. couldn’t even pick you up even if she tried.”

ellie felt humiliated but she couldn’t stop herself from the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach. “c’mon ellie, i know you’re close. show me what a fucking loser you are and come for me. right now, baby. yeah, just like that. ruin those pretty boxers for me.” it doesn’t take anything else ellie to squirm in the chair, spurts of white, hot cum flooding her boxers, pretty eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slumped in the chair.

abby could fully focus on you now, all the attention she could give fully on you.she slipped her the strap out of your swollen, puffy pussy and made you ride her. intentionally, she wanted to punish ellie. she wanted her to see the pussy she would never have, gush over abby’s cock. your beefy girlfriend watched as you bounced on her cock, the swell of your tits bouncing rapidly as you fully sat on the girth. abby could feel the base nudge against her clit each time, her breaths becoming more erratic, watching her stupidly pretty girl chanting out mommy mommy mommy as her hips jerked sinfully. abby decided to help you, even if you didn’t deserve it.

she met you halfway, bucking her hips, meeting you with her strong thrusts as she bent her head down to suck on the perky bud. “mommy, fuck, please can i come?” but it seemed abby still had a bit of cruelness left in her. she released your nipple with a soft pop! she shoved her middle finger and ring finger into your mouth, before instructing you “suck.” abby chose to ignore you, but you obeyed. continuing to ride her cock as she made you practically gag on her long digits. when she felt like you had enough, she circled them on your clit. “you tell me, baby? do you deserve to cum?”

abby smirked as your eyebrows furrowed, trying to concentrate enough so you wouldn’t come without her permission. she’d only punish it for you later when the two of you were back at home. “i think….” abby slapped your ass with her free hand, letting her blunt fingernails digging into the delicate flesh. “you’ve been a bad girl tonight. haven’t you? what have i told you before? c’mon, let me hear it.”

“mommy only lets good girls cum.” between every word, abby delivers cruel thrusts to your cunt, making your pussy clench around her cock.

then abby was whispering in your ear, “but since we have an audience, i’ll just punish you at home, yeah?” she pauses, before she applies more pressure on your clit. “now, ride my cock like you mean it, baby.”

once your pace quicken, abby could feel the pressure build up, could feel her clit pulsating. she was close, but she needed you to cum first. need more than the air she breathed. god, she knew you were close too. you were slamming on her cock, chasing the high you could only get from abby and she knew exactly what you were craving. she removed her grip on your ass guiding you and wrapped it around your throat, applying just the amount of pressure you craved.

“yeah, is this what you needed? just needed mommy to choke you? i know, babygirl. are you going to cum for me? yeah, you are aren’t you? cum all over my cock. fuuuckkkkk, yes. yes. good girl, such a good girl for me.” you practically screamed out her name as you squirt everywhere, abby finds her release with you. abby’s thighs, yours, the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweet slick. and all ellie could do was watch as you collapse into abby’s body. your entire body shivering as you seeked comfort in your lovers’ arms. she watched as abby soothingly rubbed your back from the tip of you spine to your lower back. whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but ellie couldn’t hear them, intentional by the blonde for her not to. abby nearly crumbled as she watched abby take care of you, cleaning you up and assisting you with putting on your clothes. you sat on the edge of the bed, completely in a daze, waiting for abby.

once abby was dressed, she walked over to ellie, towering over her, sitting or standing didn’t really matter. with a mean grip, abby held ellie’s chin, applying enough pressure to get her almost bruise. “next time you flirt with my girl, it’ll be you getting fucked an inch within your life and unlike my beautiful baby, i’ll leave you alone like the dirty slut you are, unable to fucking walk, talk, move. got it?” abby left with you in her arms, but to ellie it sounded more like music to her ears.

pathetically, ellie watched as the couple walk out of the room, abby whispering in your ear as abby kissed your temple, shutting the door behind them. and then it dawned on her. she was still fucking tied up. fucking anderson.

an: yeah.......so this is a thing. hope you enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it! god do i need a blonde girl to fucking rail me

#god im so horny!#ahh!#abby anderson x reader #ellie williams x reader #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut

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sweetiecutie · 8 months

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Part four: outdoor sex~ 🩷 Kinktober Masterlist 🩷

Pairing: John MacTavish x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, outdoor sex, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, I have no idea abt Scottish English sorry (I have no idea abt any English actually)

It was no secret that Johnny was a horny motherfucker. No matter the time, day, weather or any other conditions - he always wanted to fuck. Of course, if you said no he’d grumble and back off, but it was hard resisting his shitty pickup lines and enticing eyes, always managing to lit a small spark of want within the pit of your stomach which very soon turned into a wildfire.

So when Johnny wrapped his strong meaty arm around your waist while you were out for a walk in the forest - you didn’t think much of it. My, my, you should’ve known better.

Now your chest was pressed against patchy bark of tall pine tree, your leggings pulled down hastily to your mid-thigh as John’s throbbing leaking cock was sheathed deep inside your cunny, calloused fingers digging into exposed skin of your hips, leaving pale marks there.

- Fuuuuck, this pussy sucks me right back in, - Johnny moaned, throwing his head back at the intensity of the feeling.

You couldn’t help but jolt from every single noise - a crack of a branch, sound of cool wind rustling leaves somewhere above. The thought of getting caught like this was straight down embarrassing, but also - exciting. You couldn’t suppress a small mewl as Johnny’s nimble fingers came downward to flick the nub of your clit, making your legs go weak - if it wasn’t for Scot’s strong hold on you - you’d be tumbling down onto the damp earth.

- Fuck, Johnny, getting close, - you whined, eyebrows furrowing as your hips snapped back repeatedly, fucking yourself back onto your man’s length.

- Gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, yeah? Don’t want to make a mess of you, do we? - Johnny rumbled, obviously pussydrunk. It only brought you closer to your high - realization of how much control you had over this man, how wrapped around your finger he was.

With a string of muffled profanities mixed with groans and sighs Johnny came, emptying his fertile load deep inside of your needy pussy. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, your walls clenching around him instinctively upon feeling his cum spill within.

You felt John’s clammy from sweat forehead resting against the side of your neck, heaving chest pressed against your back, keeping you close. You whined impatiently, wriggling your ass against Soap’s hips, making him groan from overstimulating. The hand on your clit resumed its movements and not long after you were shuddering and moaning, tight cunt spasming around Johnny’s softening cock, bringing him deeper into his bliss.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Johnny’s airy chuckle which vibrated through his chest and onto your back. - God, lass, yer gonna be the death of me, - he said, pulling out and fixing your panties back up in place as quickly as possible so that his cum won’t spill out of your fluttering cunt.

- It was your idea, remember? - you said, pulling your legging up and turning around, watching Johnny tuck himself back into his boxers and sport shorts, grinning all the while.

- An amazing one, isn’t it? - you just rolled your eyes, straightening up and cringing at the pain in your lower back from uncomfortable position.

- Yeah, sure. But you owe me a massage now, - you complained, feeling your boyfriend’s cum spill out of your pussy, dampening your already ruined panties even further.

- Of course, love, - Soap replied with a wide grin, hugging you with one arm, his brain already working on a plan of fucking you under the guise of “deeper relaxation”

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honeyxmonkey · 1 year

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I was messing with her toe beans and she got mad and now she's hiding

#pitbull #boxer dog #pit/boxer mix #sophie my love #let me squish your toe beans!#>:[#dogs #honey's puppies

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sayhowdycountrycritters · 10 months

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Ajax displays “pink” in anticipation of the Barbie movie.

#ajax #doggie doodle #pink tongue #barbie #pit bull terrier/boxer mix

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stairain · 7 months

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Begging for a Breaking.

You've never been that of a beggar for Spencer, but you’re not about to back down now.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, Dom reader, handjob, touching through clothes, cumming in boxers, overstimulation, begging, crying, sobbing, ropes, all consensual.

WC: 1.0K

Cruelly tapping up the side of his soaking shaft, you smile up at Spencer even though you know he wouldn’t be able to return the favor. There’s a muggy layer of sweat that lays upon his skin, and an absolute flood of cum in his drenched boxers.

A small pool of spend had gathered in the fabric of his underwear and dwelled in the cavern of his spread and shaking thighs, creating a sticky mess of the past three orgasms you’ve coaxed out of the poor man in front of you.

If not for the messily tied rope that bound his ankles to the chair he sat upon, he would’ve thrashed out of his confines and ran for the hills, begging you not to touch him ever again. Spencer was simply lost in pleasure as your nimble fingers made their way across pulsing veins and thick semen.

When he finally opens his eyes to the unfortunate sight and feel of you rubbing him through his boxers once more, you tilt your head to the side and put on your best act to show him you were just as desperate as he was, but in an entirely different way.

"Just one more, please? Can't you do that for me baby?"

Your voice was low and wishful as the palm of your hand came in contact with the rubbed raw tip of his poor abused cock. Convulsing in his spot, Spencer practically jumps away at the feel and shakes his head frantically in a desperate attempt to get you to show him some sliver of mercy.

"You know I can't do that.."

He whines pitfully, moving his hips back as much as he can away from you, but to no avail. You continue to move the flat surface of your palm against the wet gooey feeling of his load, spreading it around and creating even more of a disgusting and filthy mess.

As he continued to cry out, you just ignored the pained noises that were forced from his raw throat. He wanted this as much as you did, if not more.

“Why not? I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me.. What happened to that?”

Guilt seeped into the man’s veins, pumping along the never ending supply of arousal that just couldn't leave him alone no matter how hard it hurt. Snapping his gaze down to you with his eyebrows drawn close, he shakes his head again and babbles out apologies and excuses, none of which you want to hear.

“I-I am a good boy.. I already finished three times, isn’t that enough?”

Pouting and clicking your tongue, your free hand grabs his dick at the rock hard base, a lewd squishing noise making itself known as you squeezed a little harder than you should’ve. Spencer whimpered in pain and his legs jolted together in an attempt to close.

“I want more, Spence. Cum for me, please?”

While one hand absolutely massacred his overly sensitive head, the other squeezed at the base and teased at his balls, making a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach come to life as his pitiful used body tried its hardest to produce something or anything that would make you proud.

Tears sprung to the brunet's eyes as he threw his head back in frustration. Your touch was too much but not nearly enough to get him to finish again, and it twisted his heart to even think about the possibility of you being disappointed in him.

“I-I can’t.. I can’t do it. Pl-Please.. I’m sorry.”

Spencer sobbed out, choking on his own words and tasting the salt of his tears as he felt himself going numb with pleasure and total overstimulation.

“No.. I believe you can do it, Spence. Come on, please? For me?”

He bleats pathetically at your begging, not used to you being the one pleading for him. It conjured up something confusing in his brain and more evidently his cock, and despite being seemingly drained for all he was worth, his jaw drops in a mix of an agonizing groan and a pained whimper.

“Fuck–no..no.”

Warmth spurted from under your palm and wetted the already doused undergarment, a cruel smile springing on your face at the absolute agony you’ve put him in. His chest heaves in labored breaths, almost as if he traded in every other function in his body just to be able to finish for you at this moment.

His cock twitched in your hold as you wouldn’t let up and continued to wring at his length, you wanted to make sure he was completely empty, milked for everything and nothing his pathetic little body would grant you.

Spencer’s groans seized when he realized your hands were still on him somehow, and he began shaking his head so quickly you’d be surprised all the blood hadn’t already left his brain. Hot tears streamed down his flushed face as he started to let out gut wrenching sobs,

“N-No, no.. No more please I-I can’t take it..”

And in an instant you released him from your hold and backed up away from the husk of a man that sat before you. Shaking, whimpering, crying, he had it all after having everything taken from him.

His cum dripped from the darkened fabric and joined the sticky webs that formed between his legs and pelvis, a sight to behold, to put it lightly. Your hands reach out gently to grab at the waistband of his underwear, and you stop yourself from laughing at the way his body flinches at the lightest touch.

Pulling down his boxers, you let his messy cock slap against his stomach, forcing an embarrassed whimper out of him. Tip a mean shade of red, veins pumping faster than his heart, and a still embarrassingly hard shaft that might as well had grown a second skin with how much of his release coated his length.

“Look at you.. You must want more, hm?”

Spencer’s eyes widened before you could even finish your sentence and cut you off with a firm refusal that no he did not want more.

Chuckling in a cruel and cold tone, you flick his cockhead and bite your tongue when the tiniest gush of cum shot out of him, much to your surprise.

Arching your eyebrow you look up at the man, whose face shows nothing but terror and desperation, and you find yourself relishing in the torment. In a sickly sweet voice, you beckon him.

“One more, baby. Please?”

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sluttywoozi · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 22: Somnophilia + Wooyoung

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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k | Pairing: jwy x f!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: non-consensual somnophilia (it’s been discussed but they didn’t decide to do it this night), themes of non consent, bratty sub!wooyoung, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, talk of punishment

Wooyoung knows he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t, okay? Sure, you’ve talked about this before, but you definitely didn’t discuss it being tonight.

But you’re right here. Right here in bed, back to his chest in your microscopic pajamas, sound asleep.

And where is he?

He’s here in bed, in his boxers, right next to you and wide awake and hard, so hard, he could cry. So hard, he could cut glass. So hard, he could slip a hand into your shorts, stretch you just enough, and sink inside.

Which is exactly what he does.

He pets at your entrance with his fingers, your pussy still wet from when he ate you out before bed, and slides first one then two fingers inside. He doesn’t linger, just holds you open for his cock and slowly pushes in.

The heat of your cunt is scalding, nearly as hot as the pits of hell that will surely swallow him up as soon as he’s done with you. Or the magma of your rage when you discover he’s used you like this, taken you without permission, without earning it first.

Either, both, are worth it to feel this, you. To feel your pussy wrapped around him, and your warmth radiating into him, and your heart beating against his. Yours is slow, sedate, calm compared to the way his is racing, pounding, galloping in his chest.

It always feels like this when you let him inside of you, but it’s more intense now that you didn’t quite let him. He doesn’t know if he should attempt to move at all, used to you telling him what to do in these situations, so he just stays still, lets his cock throb and leak within your plush walls.

You feel good enough that he might not need to move to get there, might be able to let the searing, soaking luxury of your pussy carry him over the edge, though he really shouldn’t cum inside you.

Wooyoung wants to, though. Like, he really wants to. You only let him when he’s been a good boy and he’s being the very opposite right now, but it feels like the perfect end to this bout of sinning.

He can clean you up after, suck the cum out of your cunt with his mouth and wipe you down with a washcloth, and you might not even know.

He thinks he doesn’t really care if you do, though.

Even the thought of the punishment he’d get for this has him feeling hot, has his dick twitching inside you, has him struggling not to pull back and shove his hips into yours.

That would definitely wake you up, and he’s getting so close, too close for this to end now. He can feel precum seeping out of his aching cock, feel it mixing with your building wetness, and he just knows he’s only seconds away from breaking.

You start to clench around him in your sleep and he decides far too late that he just can’t cum inside you. He starts to pull back, but suddenly your hand is on his hip, your nails digging in and holding him to you.

“Where’re you going?” You mumble, a grouchy tinge to your drowsy voice. “If you’re gonna break the rules, you could at least make me cum too.”

You let go of his hip and reach for his hand, dragging it between your legs and tapping his fingers to signal him. Wooyoung rushes to find your clit, his fingertips rubbing sloppy, slick circles into the swollen little nub as his dick jerks inside you.

“Gonna cum, baby? It’ll be your last for the next week after this. You were too desperate, too needy to wait for me, huh?” You murmur as he whines into your ear, your walls clenching and squeezing around him. “Couldn’t even wake me up, such a bad boy. My little brat.”

Fuck, Wooyoung loves when you talk to him like this. It always pushes him closer, makes him flush from head to toe, makes him feel hot and loved and embarrassed and wanted.

He loves to be your bad boy, your little brat, loves to act out just so you’ll put him in his place. Every punishment earned is more than worth it, and even acts as an incentive sometimes.

Now, it might be what sends him over the edge.

He knows you mean it, knows you won’t be letting him cum all week, and also knows you’ll be using him in the meantime, so he’ll have to endure the bliss of your pussy while holding back his own.

Just the thought of you taking your pleasure while giving him everything and nothing makes him groan, makes the heat in his belly spool into a burning coil of desire, and when you shiver and start to cum around him, he knows it’s the end.

His head spins, his vision blurs, and all he can do is hold onto you and let your pussy unravel him as he comes apart. He buries his face in your neck, whimpering and trembling as his cock jerks and jolts against your walls, flooding you with hot, sticky cum.

He lays there, pressed up against you and fighting to catch his breath, until you start to squirm against him. He knows you don’t like to go too long without cleaning up after sex so he pulls away, slowly withdrawing his sensitive, half hard cock from you and rolling off the bed to jog to the bathroom on shaky knees.

He dampens a washcloth and returns as quickly as he can, scrambling to take care of you now that he’s not blinded by need. You roll onto your back and he wipes you down gently, murmuring words of gratitude and apology and hoping the rules are the only thing he broke tonight.

You must be able to sense the turn his mood has taken, your face softening and your arms opening to him. He falls into you, burrowing in your arms and curling his legs up against you, his arm slung over your waist and his fingers clutching your sleep shirt.

“Did I hurt you? Are you mad at me?” He asks in a small voice, fearful of the answer.

“You didn’t hurt me, Woo, and I’m not mad. We talked about trying this, remember?”

“Yeah, but we didn’t decide on tonight.”

“Which is what the punishment is for, baby boy.”

He hides his relieved smile in your chest, nuzzling into your warmth before heaving a great sigh and letting his eyes fall shut. He mumbles an, “I love you,” and the last thing he hears as his brain powers down and his body goes limp is your sweet voice telling him you love him back.

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