#slapping him against the wall like a wet towel

[puppyeared]

First artfight attack for @poicyss!!! Its a companion to this amazing piece from last year!’

#hopefully this uploads at better quality bc I had to compress it when I uploaded to artfight WHFHD #im gonna see if I can get some attacks in today now that im back from my trip #as always I can never stick to one consistent way of drawing Anton so the little hair dingle I draw him with is all over the place 🗿 #slapping him against the wall like a wet towel #my art #myart #my oc #friend oc #Anton #Augusta #starshadow #artfight #artfight 2023 #artfight attack #af attack #eyestrain #eye strain #bright Colors #tw bright Colors #tw eyestrain #oc #sillies family

[skzdarlings]

02. sharing a bed series ; skz ; lee know

masterlist.

sharing a bed series part 2/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN.

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pairing: lee know/reader content info: sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. reader&minho had an argument. reader gets pussy eaten. minho likes to tease.

inspired by the cinematic masterpiece known to the world as lee know log 9, aka that vlog where minho went camping and i never recovered.

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There is a perpetual hum around the campsite, heaters and lamps and cookers buzzing through the night, plus the rain has started coming down harder.  Its restless patter over the tarp of the luxury tent is more a nuisance than relaxing. 

The noise is not why you are still awake.   Your insomnia is the cause of good old-fashioned guilt. 

You and Minho lost your reservation thanks to some traffic delays and the campsite only had single-bed tents available by the time you arrived.  You have been sharing a bed all weekend, but right now you are alone.  Minho stormed out an hour ago, claiming he needed a walk to clear his head after your argument.

The argument you started. 

All weekend, you’ve been testing Minho’s seemingly infallible patience.  Minho might joke around sharply, but he’s a secret softy and it’s hard to get him genuinely angry.  You could feel yourself being a ridiculous ass but, like everything else of late, it felt out of control.  You were like a third party watching your own stupid argument, unable to stop yourself and unable to help him.  He was the mature one, leaving to find some space.

Even if it was after calling you ridiculous and uptight.      

You didn’t cry.  You didn’t let yourself cry.  Maybe you can’t control anything else, but you can control that. 

Now, you just lay in bed and listen to the rain.  You can’t sleep anyway, so you leave the lights on for Minho.   The rain is coming down pretty hard.  You hope he gets back soon.   Much as you don’t want to face him, you are worried about him. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, the tent opens and Minho stomps inside.  He is wearing a backwards hat and a hoodie, neither of which did much to protect him from the downpour.  You look over your shoulder at him, watching him shake himself out.   The wet hat comes off and hits the ground with a slap, the hoodie following.  It leaves him shivering in a t-shirt and shorts, his jaw clenched. 

He turns abruptly, looking right at you.  There is so much intensity in his gaze as he stares at you, slicking his wet hair back.   An unbidden spark of heat bursts inside you.   I want him to look at me like that when he fucks me, you think.  The thought makes you whip away to stare at the white tent wall.  Your heart pounds.   That pounding intensifies when Minho struts up to bed, crossing the space in a few quick strides.  You don’t dare turn around, clutching the blankets and staring at the wall.

He turns off the lights.  Then you hear him leave, disappearing into the small bathroom joined to your tent. 

You exhale.  It takes a while to come down from the burst of adrenaline, but it has mostly dwindled by the time Minho returns.  You hear him moving about in the dark.  You lay straight as a board, your back to him. 

You stare through the dark at nothing.  You know you should apologize for earlier but you can’t bring yourself to speak.   You just breathe. 

Minho climbs into the bed.  It dips under his weight and you feel a flood of warmth from his company.  He has toweled himself dry and changed into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt.  He smells fresh and clean, and just a little woodsy. The bed is not very big so he bumps you as he lays down.  It makes your heart race again, which just makes you cringe. 

The rain has slowed.  It still patters against the roof of the tent, but gently.  

The quiet makes the silence between you even more tense.  It feels heavier than the blankets, dense and suffocating.   You swallow. 

The argument was your fault.  Everything that went wrong this weekend was your fault.  You’ve been on edge and quick to overreaction, uncharacteristic to your usual composure.  You could tell it was worrying Minho but he has never been the type to pry.  No, he waits until he is asked, which would be great if you knew how to ask.  Hug me, hold me, help me.   You don’t know how to ask for the things you want.   So you just continued to spiral, taking it out on him.  

It should be you turning around, you facing him, you apologizing, but it’s Minho who rolls over.  You freeze when he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight from behind.   He doesn’t quite kiss your shoulder, but he presses his face there for a second.  Wisps of his dyed blonde hair tickle your face.  You can imagine his eyes closing when he sighs. 

“I’m sorry,” he says.  “I shouldn’t have said that shit.  I don’t even know why we were fighting.  Just call it my fault, okay?  I shouldn’t have taken a city girl camping.”   

He is trying to joke with you.  His friendliness is what gets you.  Even after everything, he is still so good to you.   

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle the sound when you start crying.  It’s a useless effort because your shoulders shake and Minho can feel it.  Resigned to your pitiful state, you let your gasps shudder out of you. 

“Hey, hey,” he says, rolling you onto your back.  He wipes his thumbs over your wet cheeks, staring down at you with his brow furrowed in confusion.  “I was just kidding.  I’m sorry.  Take a free slap.”  He grabs your hand and lightly taps his own cheek with it. 

It does make you laugh, but it’s a watery sound, rippling through your tears. 

“Minho,” you say miserably, “I lost my job.” 

Understanding fills his expression.  You can’t bear to look at him, so you roll towards him to hide your face in his chest.   He lets you, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your back as you make a blubbery mess on his shirt.   You tell him the whole story, about the promotion you lost to someone else, about the sudden downsizing and subsequent firing.   You are someone who functions with meticulous planning so your life being upended sent you hurtling into an unfamiliar state of panic.  

“That’s why I went out alone the other night,” you say.  Your tears have slowed to hiccups by now.  “I know it was stupid and it made you mad.  I just felt like I was gonna explode.” 

Hopping bars and picking up random men is very out of wont for you.   That’s why you did it.  Minho was less than pleased when he found out you went wandering around downtown at night, inebriated and alone.   His scolding was reasonable but you were beyond reason.

He goes stiff when you mention it now, though he doesn’t stop rubbing your back. 

“I wasn’t mad,” he says after a minute.  “I was just worried.  And…”

You peek up at him.  He sighs and groans and yells all at once, an amazing feat of sound, throwing his head back so it thumps hard against the headboard. 

“I was jealous,” he says bitterly. 

“Jealous,” you say.  “Of me?”  

“Yes.”  He gives you a very sarcastic look.   “I wished it was me in that little black dress going out and—no.  Obviously not of you.  Why do you always torture me like this?   Go cry on the floor.”  He jostles you but jokingly, still holding you against him. 

You laugh a little, resting your head on his shoulder.  Your head feels fuzzy and you don’t think it’s from crying.  Minho just admitted he was jealous of you going out with some other guy.   It feels like your heart is doing circus tricks. 

“There was nothing to be jealous of anyway,” you say softly.  “We didn’t do anything.  He insisted he was, um, really good with, uh, his mouth, you know, but then, like, the more he insisted, um, you know me, I started thinking too hard and, um, he couldn’t make me, well…”

“Keep stammering.  It makes me feel less embarrassed about myself.”   

“Minho.”  You slap his chest.  His laugh is more of a maniacal cackle, his demeanour having shifted back to glee at your admission.   You lift your head to look at him, biting your lip, noticing how his eyes go to your mouth.  “He wound up leaving before it could go farther,” you say, your words startling him into meeting your gaze.  You know it’s a petty blow, but you can’t help but admit, “He said I was too uptight and left.”

Minho’s whole face scrunches up like he just got punched in the gut.   

“No,” he says.  “No.   You’re just saying that to bully me.  I didn’t call you the same thing as that idiot.”   

“It’s okay,” you say. 

“No.” He groans again, closing his eyes and kicking his feet.  “Ahhhhhhh.  I should be shot!”  

You are laughing properly now, clinging to him as he squirms in horror.          

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”

“Oh really?”  He cocks an eyebrow at you, his mouth a grim line. 

“Well.”  You burst into laughter all over again.  “Maybe just a little!” 

He laughs hard at that, shaking his head, but still retaliates by tickling you.  Your laughter turns hysterical, peels of giggles as he pokes every ticklish inch of skin. 

“Minhoooo,” you whine to no avail.  He just grins and continues his attack. 

Your wriggling pushes the blankets off the bed.  You try and whack him with a pillow so that hits the floor too.  Soon it is just you and Minho and some dishevelled bedsheets, you on your back with him leaning over you.   You are both out of breath, both smiling.  His hands are by your head, cradling you under him, while yours are on his chest as if preparing to push. 

The room feels quiet, the silence again tense.  But this tension is not rife with the same uncertainty as before.   It is not guilt or shame, but a longing that comes from the whispered confession that he was jealous of the last man in your bed, the simple reality that he is sharing your bed right now.     

You do not push him away.  You hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull.  His elbows bend as he swoops down, meeting your raised head.  He kisses you, deep and hot and slow, gently pressing your head back into the plush bed.  Your squirming is very different now, legs opening to make room for him to settle between them.  He feels so good on top of you, the feeling of his strong thighs between your legs, of his chest under your hands, wisps of hair brushing your face as he kisses and kisses and kisses you. 

The kiss ends when you are simply too breathless to continue.  He rests his forehead against yours, breathing hard. 

“Wow,” you say softly.  You look at him.  His dark eyes are often severe in a playful way and right now they are intense, seductive, and it isn’t a joke.   You touch his bottom lip, holding his gaze while he kisses the tips of your fingers.   “Just so you know, that kiss was way better than everything that happened the other night.”

He grins at that. 

“Oh,” he says.  “Really?” 

“Yeah.”  You watch him kiss your fingers again, then your palm.  He looks at you as he dips a little lower, kissing the inside of your wrist.  You are hypnotized by the heat of his dark stare, so you speak without thinking much.  “Everything you do turns me on, though,” you say.  “Even earlier, when you were crushing that garlic with the knife—”

His seduction breaks with a little laugh and he raises both eyebrows. 

“Garlic?” he asks.  “The garlic got you hot?”

“Don’t make fun of me,” you say, pouting.  “You already made me cry once tonight…”

“Oh, is that what happened?” he says.  “Sure, okay, let’s play.  I made you cry.   I should make it up to you?”

“Mhm…”

“Well then.”  He leans in close to kiss you but he lingers for a torturously long time, just hovering above your lips.   Then he abruptly pulls away.  He kneels upright and sits back on his heels.   

Confused, you push yourself up on your elbows.   He is looking around the room and tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“What is it?” you ask.   

“Hmm?”  He looks at you, tilting his head as if you are the confusing one.  “What?  I’m just looking for some garlic, since you’re into that for some reason.  Give me a minute to remember where I put it.”  

“Ahhh, I hate you!”  You flop back down, covering your face with your hands. 

Minho, diabolical creature that he is, throws back his head and laughs.  He tries to pry your hands off your face but you stubbornly hold on.  He sighs with theatrical exasperation and gives up.  

You hear the rustle of fabric.  Curious, you peek between your fingers.  Minho is staring down at you with a single eyebrow cocked, a smug little smirk tugging at his lips.  That smirk grows as he reaches back, flexing his arms before grabbing the back of his t-shirt and pulling.  Your hands fall away from your face completely, your eyes drinking in the gradual reveal of skin as he pulls his shirt off.   It lands somewhere on the floor, forgotten. 

“Okay,” he says, nodding curtly.  “Your turn.”  He makes a come-hither motion with two fingers.  “Come on.  Hurry up.” 

Your brain has short-circuited.  It takes a second to make sense of his request and another minute to actually do it.  You sit up long enough to peel your shirt off, then flop back down where you continue to stare at him.   You are checking each other out, looking up and down.   Your eyes goes over his bare chest and down, your mouth falling open. 

You breath catches when he cups his hardening dick through his sweatpants, rubbing the heel of his hand there. 

You meet his gaze, already breathing harder.

“What else then?” he says, still stroking himself through his clothes as he looks at you. 

“Uh, ah, erm, hm—”

“You said everything I do turns you on.”  He falls forward and catches himself on both hands, so suddenly you gasp.   Once again his arms cage you in, his face close to yours.  His hips come down heavy between your legs, his dick hard where it presses intimately against you.  “So,” he says.  “What else then?” 

“Oh.”  You are staring at his mouth, gaze heavy-lidded when he rocks against you.  “Um.  Well.  Sometimes when you’re driving in reverse and you put your hand on my headrest, it kinda—” 

Once again, his seduction attempt is thwarted when he can’t help but laugh.  He drops his head, laughing harder when you lightly smack him.    

“Stop asking if you’re just gonna laugh!” you say, even while laughing too. 

“Okay,” he says.  “Garlic and driving in reverse.  I’m learning so much.” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” 

“That would be very rude,” he says.  “Especially since I’m about to go down on you.” 

“You—wha—ohhh—”

You grab his head instinctively, fingers sinking into the natural dark roots of his dyed hair, just as he dips down to press kisses on your chest.  You arch under him as his mouth finds every sensitive spot, licking sweetly and biting meanly, as to be expected from Minho.  By the time he reaches the waistband of your shorts, you are panting and wriggling and clawing at him desperately.   

You don’t even have time to overthink.  The world and all its troubles fall away for the time being.  

You will figure things out.  You always do.  Right now, you let yourself lose control.   You usually hate the feeling, but in this moment you don’t mind at all, because Minho has you.   You trust him completely.  Surrender is easy.   

The rest of your clothes join the messy heap on the floor.  He runs his hand smoothly along the inside of your thigh before guiding it over his shoulder.   He kisses there, then kisses you excruciatingly chastely between your legs.  When you try and move, he keeps you steady, the sturdy hands that captivated you now holding you firmly in place. 

When he finally stops torturing you, he gives you everything at once: a long, hot lick right up your centre.  Again, your fingers find his hair.  He doesn’t complain or lose focus even though you are scratching at him a bit ferociously.  Ever a skilled worker, he stays on task.  It is so deft and swift and thorough; you get so wet and slippery that you can feel it running it down your skin.  

When you get close, your hips lift but he brings you back.  He looks up between your thighs as he brings you over the edge.  Your legs shake and your eyes close and you bite your hand just a little, trying not to be too noisy in the middle of the night at a campsite. 

He climbs back up when finished, looking like a very smug feline as he wipes his face on the back of his hand.   

“On a scale of garlic to driving in reverse—” he starts. 

You playfully cuff the side of his head. 

“That good?” he continues to tease. 

You roll your eyes but smile.   You think it is a seductive smile, but you do feel a little wrecked.   Still, you stay on task too, sliding your hand down his chest, down, down, down and—

“Oh,” you say.  You look down at the same time as him.  A noticeable wet stain is on the front of his sweatpants.  “You already—”

He flops down beside you and sighs.

“Sorry,” he says.  “You weren’t the only one amazed with my sexy performance.” 

“That’s okay,” you say with a laugh.  You roll over to rest your head on his chest.  His arm comes down around you, hand running down your naked back.  You giggle when he cups and squeezes your ass.  You dance your fingers down his pants to the wet spot where he came.  “I think it’s kinda hot, actually.” 

Minho came from eating you out.  Of course you think it’s hot. 

And of course he has to be Minho about it. 

“Okay,” he says.  “Garlic. Driving in reverse.  Premature ejaculation.  Uptight was definitely the wrong word.  I honestly don’t know if I can keep up with a freak like you—”

“Ugh!”  You roll away and turn your back to him, mostly to hide the fact you are laughing at his stupid joke. 

He follows you, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you from behind.  This time he kisses your shoulder properly, once, twice, three times.  All the way up your neck to your ear and just behind it. 

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you whisper. 

“I like you too,” he whispers back, kissing your shoulder again. 

You smile and close your eyes, listening to the rain and letting yourself snuggle safely in his arms. 

#skz smut #stray kids smut #lee know smut #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut #skz x reader

[graphicpepsi]

euphoria (nsfw, mdni)

OR: what happens when you and König move in together

Sex. lots of it.

Waking up to his hard dick poking your ass from under the sheets. Waking up to him grinding against the mattress, muttering sweet nothings into his pillow. It's sweet.

You're no exception; König can't count the number of times he's woken up to the feeling of your wet folds grinding against his leg, your eyes shut in an innocent sleep; soft little moans escaping from your lips as you desperately hump at his side.

Neither one of you can help it- his scent drives you fucking crazy, does something to you. And if he groans in his sleep? You're done. Wet and bothered for the next few hours until you either fall asleep or wake him up. (He hasn't let you take care of yourself since moving in)

During the day, his hands are always on you. You could be innocently cooking breakfast one moment, and the next be bent over the counter with no panties and his tongue in your pussy. (Why would you cook breakfast when he could just eat you?)

As much as he loves giving you head, König loves to receive it just as much, and now that you live together you can suck his dick practically whenever. If he's writing up reports at his desk, you're underneath it with his cock stuffed deep in your throat. Sometimes you'll even do it while he's on the phone- licking hot stripes up his veiny dick, watching him try to keep his composure.

It's not like either one of you are clingy, either- you're just making up missed time. Who knows how long it'll be before he's back on deployment? At least, that's what you tell yourself when his mouth is buried in your pussy for the fourth time that day. Not like he's complaining or anything, he basically begs you to let him eat you out.

He loves fucking you against the shower wall, too. Loves watching you struggle to balance taking all of him, loves it when he has to hold you so you don't fall. Adores the way your little moans and whines are drowned out under the sound of the water. Loves the sound your wet skin makes when he slaps it under the water, fucking you till it turns cold and you're both shivering against each other.

When you're on your period, he's the sweetest man ever; always bringing you chocolates, ginger ale, warm pads- you name it. He won't think twice before pouring $50 into your comfort.

The first day you're off it? He acts like a man fucking starved.

"Missed this fucking pussy, all mine."

"Good girl, fuck, such a pretty pussy."

and if you were ever up for it, you know this man has towels ready for some period sex.

"I don't care, mein schatz, I kill people for a living-"

"Little blood won't scare me, doe."

He likes fucking you everywhere. In the shower, over the arm of the couch, on the kitchen floor- anywhere he feels like, basically. He once made you grab the railing of your patio for dear life as he fucked you from behind, the cold autumn air making your nipples pierce through your shirt. (The neighbours won't see anything, right?)

And god, if this man doesn't stop putting your stuff on the top shelves because he thinks it's cute watching you reach for them- you might just kill him.

"Need help, mein engel?"

His voice purrs in your ear, hands gripping your waist and holding you down, preventing you from jumping up anymore.

"I don't remember leaving these on the top shelf, Köni," You sigh, leaning into him as a strong arm casually grabs the chips you were reaching for.

"Hm. Weird." He mumbles, pressing open-mouthed kisses on your neck, comforting the bruises he'd left there just last night.

His scent is everywhere- not that you're complaining. He smells like oak, and pine, and the best cologne you've ever smelt but never seen. Definitely helps when he's not home and the only thing you have is a vibrator and his pillowcase.

But besides all the desperate sex, there's also the pleasant domesticity of living with König. Like when he cooks you food, or when you bake him dessert. When he hands you a towel through the bathroom door after you forgot one. You bringing him hot coffee in the early hours of the AM when he's struggling with work.

Him carrying you to bed after you fell asleep watching Netflix on the couch. You sewing up his mask whenever it gets torn or ripped from battle.

You sitting on the bathroom counter, watching him shave intently because you think he looks hot doing it. Him helping you shave, which always, always ends in sex.

Leaving little notes for him about how handsome he is on the bathroom mirror because you know he's struggled with self-image before. Him leaving hickeys on every stretch mark or insecurity of yours he can find. You're just perfect to him.

Worshipping every scar on that man's body; kissing the ones on his jaw and licking the ones on his chest.

God, you're so head over heels for this man.

A/N: when is it my turn to live with zaddy könig😔😔 i want him primally. like actually i wanna **** him till i literally **** *** and *** from taking his ***** **** & my last sight is his massive ****** ******* me ****.

#konig smut #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig #könig cod #konig mw2 #konig x you #cod smut #konig call of duty #konig fanfiction #konig fluff #konig imagine #konig headcanons

[demiesworld]

"I AIN'T WITH THE MESSY SHITS, BUT I NEED SOME SLOPPY TOP"

☆ pairings: toji fushiguro x black!chubby!femreader

☆ synopsis: basically toji eating the pussy real sloppy. yes i got the title from glorilla's "lick or sum" and???

☆ contents: nsfw, oral (f. receiving), pussyeater!toji, pleasuredom!toji, daddy kink, dirty talking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, use of toys (clit vibrator; toys are our friends), pussy slapping, slight dacryphilia (if you squint), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and she is black. she is described as being chubby but her weight is not numerically indicated. reader's pronouns are she/her. i wrote this for my big girls bc we need the content (yes im a fluffy mami in rl). i put my pussy into this and im not sorry for the mess i made.

Before you met Toji, you had never met a man that would willingly, and most of the time without asking, eat your pussy out before. Your previous exes didn't eat your pussy out when you asked, or they didn't satisfy you enough to lead you into a mind-boggling orgasm. They left you feeling dry, unhappy, and unsatisfied. It was a blessing and a curse for you to end up with a man like Toji. Someone who didn't take "no" for an answer, someone who will deal with your bratty attitude and fix that shit with his dick in your pussy, and who ate your pussy simply for his own pleasure.

"OHH FUUUCK!"

You were on the bed, laying on your back with your legs pressed against your chest. Toji was laying on his stomach and his face was in between your thighs, his mouth slurping on your clit while his fingers were driving into your cunt. The slickness of your juices were wetting up his fingers and making a mess on the bedsheets. He didn't bother to put a towel underneath you because in his words, "The way you squirt, that shit will just go through the towel anyways," so he didn't do it.

Toji had been eating at your pussy for who knows how long. He had already made you succumb to three orgasms by using only his fingers. This man was putting your body through the wringer. His tongue never faltered in flicking at your hardened clit. Those long, thick fingers of his were fucking into your pussy and making the most obscene, wet noises in the room. Accompanied by those squelches were your shrill, whiny, high-pitched moans. Your back arching up from the bed and toes curling when Toji would suck and nibble at your sensitive nub.

"Tojitojitojitoji!" You babbled on his name, and jerked your hips down towards his fingers. A trail of saliva was coming out of the corner of your mouth as you squirmed about trying to bring yourself to another climax. "Fuck, fuck, I'm g'na cum again! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

Your walls tightened around his fingers and another stream of your juices came squirting out right onto his face. Your man smirked while he pulled his mouth away from your clit and pulled his three fingers in your pussy out. Toji lapped up the wetness you had just made before pulling his mouth away and kissing fervently at your puffy folds.

You jolt from his lips, hips twitching, legs trembling and let out a whine, "Tooojiii, d-daddy, n-no more, I-I can't!" You had tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Fat, warm tears that fell down your cheeks as you laid there on the bed. "I can't take iiit!! Too much, too much!"

He reaches out a hand to your cheek and wipes away a tear. "Ssh, ssh, baby girl you can take it. You always take it don't you? Hm?" His gruff voice was soft when he was speaking to you. When you were like this, a dumbed down mess from back-to-back stimulation, he knew he had to console you gently. You look at him, nose scrunched up and plump lips pouting. "You can take it baby girl. I know you can,"

Toji sits up from his position and kneels on the bed crawling above you. You were starting to think that your man was going to fuck you, but what he did next surprised yet scared you. He reached underneath the pillow you had your head on and grabbed the hot pink toy wand you had. Your eyes went wide as you stared at the toy then look back at your man. "D-Daddy p-please!! Please daddy!"

Your mind already knew that once Toji brought out the toy wand it was game over for you. He knew how to angle the vibrator just right for you to squirt all over him. Your hands flew to around his broad shoulders and shaky thick thighs wrapped around his small waist in an attempt to keep him from going back down on you.

"P-please daddy, y-you don't have to do that," you begged of him, and squeezed your legs tighter. You bring him down for a kiss to your lips, not knowing that Toji had already turned the vibrator on with a press of the button and was guiding it towards your clit. In between the messy kisses you were stammering, "S-See daddy? C-Can you juss- TOJIIIII FUCK OH MY GOD!" You were interrupted by him pressing the vibrator to your clit.

Toji circles the toy around your sensitive nub and his tongue licks at your cheek. He tastes the dried tears from earlier on your soft brown skin. He glances down at where the toy is rubbing at your clit then looks at the fucked out expression on your face. He smirks cockily at you. "I want you to give me a couple more before the end of the night baby girl." His scarred lip presses a firm kiss to your round cheek. "Then I'll stop."

You shake your head and claw your manicured nails into his shoulders. "Mm! Mm! Mm! C-cumming! Cumming!" You warn him, feeling your stomach tighten, your eyes rolling back when you cum again on the bedsheets. There's practically a puddle of just your bodily fluids soaking the blankets. The room stinks of the scent of musk and sweat, but it doesn't deter either of you from stopping.

"Yeeeeah that's it. That's how daddy fucking likes it." He growls, and places the wand to the side. His hand grabs your chin, turning your face to him and he kisses you roughly. You try your best to respond to the kiss, but your body is tired and your mind has turned into mush after climaxing for the sixth (?) time. Toji doesn't care as he sucks on your limp tongue after gnawing at your bottom lip with his canines.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

Soft, weak moans left from you when Toji was slapping his hand on your pussy. His fingers stroked your folds gently followed by another slap. You unwrap your legs from around him and let your arms flop to your sides. Your body no longer touching him as you become pliable for him.

"That's my fucking girl, my good fucking girl." He hooks his thumb on the corner of your mouth and stretches your cheek. "Open your mouth up for daddy." You part your lips and stick out your tongue, Toji laughs at this before he spits onto your tongue. With narrowed eyes he watches you swallow it then he returns to going back in between your thighs.

His lips kiss on your inner thighs, teeth bite down on your brown skin and leaving bite marks there. Murmurs of, "so fucking good for me", "going to make this pretty pussy cream some more", could be heard from the man between your thighs. Toji kissed and licked on your thighs some more until he got to your pussy. He reached over and grabbed the toy wand, turning it back on then holds it against your puffy clit. Your man had it pressed right against the nerve of your clit while his tongue was delving into your entrance.

You squirm shakingly on the bed, but you once again chase that one high that Toji is trying to give you. In contrast to your body wanting more your words say something different. You whine, "No more daddyyyy!!"

Toji ignores your cries while he uses a hand to keep your plush thigh spread open. He stops eating you out to say, "One more then I'll stop baby girl," He lifts the wand away from your clit to suckle on it. "Come on, baby, come on." He mumbles onto your nub.

He encourages you to cum for him one last time, and by the grace of whoever you did. Your wrecked out body, unable to release any more of your juices due to the constant stimulation, just writhed and clenched as you came for him. A lewd "pop" emitted from Toji when he plucks your clit out of his mouth. He kneels on the bed before you, rubbing his hands on your fleshy thighs and stroking the bruised skin that he caused.

"You did so good baby girl, so fucking good, I'm so proud of you baby." He leans down to peck your lips. When you start to whine and whimper from coming down he whispers, "It's okay baby, I'm here baby, look at daddy," He cups your face in his hands, directing your attention to his green eyes. "Look at me. I'm going to run you a bath okay baby?" You nodded your head and he continued, "You want me to carry you or can you walk?"

Again you shake your head and whine, Toji took this as a "no I can't walk" and he went on to pick you up from the bed with ease. He carried you with his hands underneath your thighs into the bathroom, gently sitting you down on the toilet seat before he went to the bathtub and ran the water. Your man returned back to you, since you were already naked he wrapped your hair up in a shower cap and used a damp towel to clean up any messes on your body.

"Mm, T-Toji... I... good?" You quietly ask him.

His eyes look up to your tired expression, and he smiles approvingly at you. "Yes baby girl you did good for me. You always do."

★ letter from demie: FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK. it don't make no sense why this can't happen to mee!!!! fuck i hate this!!! anyways!!! tell me what you think of this smut! i think i just let the faucet run on this one!!

#toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #daddy toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #toji x chubby reader #toji fushiguro x chubby reader

[hottestvirgin]

hi can you do rough sex with jake at the back stage after concert? and you try your best to stay quiet so that no one will know what’s going on with you two as he fucks you from behind 🤭

ohgkhmhg i got so horny writing this

warnings. idol!jake, sub!reader, smut, sexual intercourse, swearing, backshawts, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, dumbification

you were jake’s lucky charm. someone he looked forward to seeing everyday. you were just his stylist. but after a while, the sexual tension grew. and you found yourself getting fucked by the idol after every concert.

jake dashes backstage, sweat dripping down his forehead and he looks breathtaking, as always. you’re quick to accompany him, using a cold towel to dab away the sweat.

the idol stares at you, never breaking away from your avoided gaze and he grazes your arm. you give him a slight nudge.

“stop. they might be recording.” you whisper, clearing your throat and turning your head to snake sure no one saw him. you knew how knetz were.

“i need to see you.” he simply says.

there was a secluded area backstage that only you and jake knew about.

so you meet him in the spot and he’s quick to bend you over, rutting his throbbing bulge against your clothed ass with a low, quiet groan.

“gon’ let me fuck this pussy here, hm?” he asks, yanking your pants down and exposing your damp panties.

“y-yes.. but be quick..” you bite back your bottom lip to quiet your desperate whines.

lifting his shirt and pulling his own pants down along his boxers, his hard cock slaps against his stomach and he pulls the center of your panties to the side, pushing his tip into your dripping entrance.

“fuck, i missed you.” jake murmurs while sliding inside you. your knees buckle at the stretch.

“f..fuck!” you squeal, and jake quickly covers your mouth with his veiny hand.

each thrust forges wet, sloppy sounds that could’ve easily gotten you two caught. but you can’t help it. you’re just so horny and wet for your man.

jake’s free hand squeezes your ass and he groans when you clench around him.

“shiiit, feels so good.” jake lifts and holds your leg, then pounds into you relentlessly. you don’t know what to do with yourself or how to stay quiet when he’s absolutely destroying your swollen cunt.

“there, there, puh-lease..” when he angles his hips to fill you completely you feel your lips trembling to let out a loud, throaty scream.

“cmere, baby.” jake coos and lifts your upper body by your neck and pulls your back towards his chest. you swore you were seeing stars.

his cock fills you completely, pressing firmly against every inch of your throbbing walls. he holds still for a moment to savor the filling of being inside you.

“j-jake,” you wince, jolting when he tightens the hand on your throat.

jake’s freehand roams across your body, exploring every inch of your skin. he’s so intoxicated with how you feel, how you smell. you’re perfect.

“you like that, ma?” he questions, bending you back over and he spreads your cheeks apart to watch how your hole struggles to take him completely.

his cock slides thick and heavy in and out of your dripping cunt. he hoists your leg up again. now you were really seeing fucking stars.

“yes, ydsyesurs, jake i’m.. so close, love ylur cock do mych.” you slur.

“takin’ me so good. bout’ to cum? go ahead, babygirl. cream my cock like a good girl.” he whispers in your ear.

and then you’re clenching tightly around him, body trembling as you cum hard. his hand immediately works to cover your mouth.

the head of his cock kisses your cervix and he releases inside your womb, painting your fluttering walls with his cum.

“fuuuk..” his body jerks as he rides out his own orgasm, moving his hand away from your mouth and pulling out of you.

you fall to your knees with a groan, the hot feeling of his cum dripping out of your abused cunt sends shivers down your spine.

“cmon, pretty. let’s get cleaned up.” jake grabs your arm. but what you both didn’t know was that heeseung had been there and watching the whole time, mouth agape.

#jake x reader #jake smut #sim jake smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #kpop smut #smut #hottestvirginanswers

[cherryredstars]

Hey!!! Firstly I want to say that I LOVE everything you do about Miguel 🛐🩷 Secondly, I apologize if I'm confused, English is not my first language, Portuguese is (yes, I'm from Brazil haha). If it's not a bother, you could do something like: Miguel comes home after work (he can be as Spider-Man or whatever he prefers) and finds his wife (aka me) coming out of the shower. She's ready for dinner, so he gives her a kiss and says he's going to take a shower too, so they can have dinner together. He goes into the bathroom and leaves the door open, starts taking off his clothes knowing that she is watching. So he gets in the shower and makes a point of taking his time, smoothing his beautiful body with the soap (while we drool). Well, we just couldn't take it and joined in (Oops, looks like we're in for another shower. This is definitely the best one).

I apologize again if it was confusing and it's okay if I can't do it. Thank you!!!🩷🩷🩷🩷

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Shower Sex, Handjob

Summary: Some simple shower shenanigans. 

Word Count: 540 (Not Edited)

He can feel the humidity the second he walks in through the door. 

The bathroom door was wide open, letting the steam from your shower tumble out. The light is still on, and he peaks in. You’re humming as you do your skincare routine, hair and body wrapped in a towel. You startle when you see him, turning to him with a glare as you scold him. He can’t help himself from smiling, wrapping his arms around your waist. The smell of your body wash and shampoo is strong, and he could drown in it. He presses light kisses to your shoulder, water still beading on your skin. You lean back into him, pull the rest of your peeling mask off.

As you start talking about dinner, he pulls away. Your hands float over the plethora of products in front of you, picking up a serum as Miguel strips. You can see him from the corner of your eye, fully naked before he gets into the shower. The glass is still foggy, but it starts to disappear as the water runs. You can feel your mouth watering as he gets under the stream of water, hands pushing his damp hair back. You can feel your thighs clench, and your eyes trail down his body. It doesn’t take long for you to slip back in, pressing against him from behind. 

You know he’s smiling, a low hum coming from him. Your hands come around his hips, rubbing at his lower stomach. They trail down, following the path of the water. You can feel his body stiffen as your hand comes to the base of his cock, the other slipping to his balls. He lets out a groan, head tilting down to watch as you slowly begin to pump and massage. Water runs down the side of his face, running down to his chin and falling in an unbreaking line. It moves as his jaw does, his mouth dropping open in a series of moans. His body shivers as you move your hand faster, your lips pressing kisses to his back. 

Your hand moves further up, palm rubbing into his tip. A wet slap fills the small shower, his hand coming to rest on the shower wall. He lets out a shaky moan as you continue your work, his body continuing to tense against yours. You smile against his back, Miguel body arching as he rests his head besides his hand on the wall. He lets out small curses, his abs rolling from the tension. His hips buck into your hand as you leave his tip to continue doing simple pumps. 

A vibrating moan escapes him as he finishes, white cum temporarily splattering against the wall. The water quickly washes it away, and Miguel’s chest heaves as he comes down from his orgasm. He closes his eyes as you giggle behind him, letting his softening cock go. You let the water envelope your hand, cleaning it off before you step out. You wipe yourself down with your discard towel, covering yourself back up once again. You suddenly perk up for a second, turning and knocking on the shower door. 

“Don’t take too long Miguel, dinner will be done in an hour.”

#cherry's requests🍒 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel ohara #miguel spiderman #miguel atsv #miguel x you #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel ohara x reader smut #miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 #atsv

[lukecastellanlov3r]

thinking about y/n accidentally flashing Luke while changing, and him being super flustered and horny for the rest of the day, than later, y/n catches him in the bathroom moaning her name while… you know 👀

OMGG, YESS. I LITERALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS HAPPENING

Luke Castellan x Reader

Smut warning

All the counsellors had a day off from camp activities today, meaning everyone was down by the docks.

You headed down there with Luke. He had just assumed that you weren't going to swim in the lake since you had your normal shorts and camp shirt on. He didn't know that you had your bikini underneath.

"You swimming, Luke?" You asked as you guys reached the docks

"Not today, no," he shrugged, laying out his towel on the sand and sitting on it. You sighed. He never came into the water anyway. You just shrugged it off and started to pull off your camps shirt, then your shorts. You bend over to put your clothes in your bag, not realising that your bikini bottoms were riding up slightly.

Luke's eyes widened as you bent over, getting a full view of your ass. He groaned quietly, his hand already adjusting his shorts as he felt a tent forming in them.

~★~

Luke had left the docks soon after you got into the lake, which was odd. Not to mention, he was acting a bit weird around you. Fine, a lot weird. But he was weird in general, so you barely batted an eye to it.

You got out of the lake and grabbed your bag, heading towards the counsellors' shower rooms. Slowly, you push open the door and are instantly greeted with groaning. The voice sounded very familiar. And the person was.... moaning your name?

Then it hit you.

Luke.

You dropped your bag onto the floor out of pure shock. It makes a thud loud enough that his moans stop.

It takes you a while, but you work up the courage to speak after a few seconds of gruelling silence.

"Luke.....?"

"Y/n?" He calls back, his voice hoarse and shaky.

You take a few shaky and slow steps towards the shower cubicle that you heard his voice coming from and knocked softly.

"Can you.... let me in?"

There's another beat of silence before the door clicks open, and the next thing you know, you're being pulled in, and the water from the shower soaks your hair. He pins you to the wall abruptly and makes out with you like there's no tomorrow. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and explores. His hands begin to wander, and they start pushing your bikini down. They hit the shower floor with a wet slap.

You gasp quietly, pulling away from his lips as you feel his long and nimble fingers trace all the way down to your folds.

"You want this, Y/n, right?" He whispers in your ear, nipping at your ear lobe.

You let out a small mewl, and that gives him enough of an answer. He turns you around and undoes your bikini top. He drops it to the side and presses your front against the shower wall. He trails gentle and slow kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. His hands trace down your curve, and he groans into the nape of your neck.

He guides your hands up and presses them on the wall as he bends you over. Without warning, he slips two of his fingers inside of you and starts pumping in and out of you. His fingers curled inside of your gummy walls.

"F-Fuck, Luke..... just do it already," you moaned, cleching around his fingers. He'd barely even done anything, but he already had you begging for more.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm~ just do it. Please," you mumbled

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you instantly feel empty. Not for long, though. His tip presses against your entrance before he starts to ease his length into you.

He barely got halfway before you had tears brimming your eyes, and you were moaning his name loudly.

Out of nowhere, he slams his hips into you, pushing himself completely inside you.

"You're fine, baby. Im not gonna hurt you," he murmured as i pumped in and out of you quickly.

He clamped his hand over your mouth as you started to get too loud. You were close, and so was he. You could barely keep yourself standing, and you could feel his dick twitching inside of you.

"L-Luke, 'm close," you muttered between sharp breaths and moans.

"Whenever you're ready, baby." He whispered, groaning while he bucked his hips into you faster and faster.

You both rode out your high together, loud moans ringing out through the shower. Your legs shook, and shivered as he slowly pulled out of you and his cum spilled out of you, dripping down your inner thighs

"Gods..... y/n, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that to you," he whispered.

~★~

Hey guys, sorry if this is bad, but it's my first ever fic. I'd love any tips or points. Thank you, anon, for the request.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan fic #luke castellan smut #luke castellan imagine #luke x reader #lukecastellanlov3r

[mypoisonedvine]

Neil Lewis is definitely that weird guy in high school that thinks he has a chance with the cheerleader captain. Request is noncon with Neil maybe following her into the locker rooms after practice and while she’s showering-yeah. She stayed behind to shower while everyone else went home.

OMG INCEL NICE GUY NEILLLLL OMFGGGG

warnings: NONCON SMUT (18+ only!! dark!!), misogyny kink, stalking/voyeurism, 'nice guy' rhetoric, degradation, jealousy, slapping, hair pulling, forced creampie

"I just wanted one chance," he reminded you as you tried to cover yourself with your hands.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" you yelped, quickly turning off the water and trying to reach for your towel-- but he stepped in the way, smiling at you.

"It's just a door, anyone can walk through it," he explained with a condescending chuckle, before furrowing his brow at how you tried to shield your naked body from his gaze. "No real point in doing that, is there? I've already seen everything."

"How long were you watching me shower?" you wondered with a disgusted frown.

"A while, but that's not what I meant-- it's not the first time I've seen you naked, I mean," he clarified. When your eyes widened, he answered your next question pre-emptively. "Stacy Gawthrop's party? The guest bedroom? I saw you and your idiot boyfriend getting it on, got a little show... you guys really should lock the door before doing stuff like that."

"You weren't even invited to that party," you remembered with a scoff.

"That's what you're concerned about? I told you I watched you get railed and you're worried that I wasn't invited?" he laughed coldly. "God, you're so shallow. I can't believe I actually like a girl like you."

"Can you please just leave me alone?" you whimpered, heart racing faster as he stepped closer to you again, cornering you against the tile wall; there was a devious sparkle in his eye, something sharp about his smile as he looked down at you.

"The point is, I watched him fuck you," he went on regardless, "and I knew I could make you scream louder than he could. And now I'm here to prove it."

He shoved you back as you winced, pressing himself against you, soaking his gym clothes with the water on your skin. "Get off me!" you yelped as he tried to force a kiss-- but when you turned your face away, he smacked you hard, which only hurt more with the water on you still.

As you tried to grab your face to soothe the sting, he snatched you by the wrist tightly with one hand-- the other he brought to your chest, groping you as he hummed proudly. "You really shouldn't show these off so much," he scolded. "Guys can't help but think of... well, of doing this."

He knelt down enough to catch one in his mouth, sucking almost too hard on your nipple until you whined. "N-Neil, stop!" you gasped, sobbing a bit when his teeth grazed your delicate skin.

"Sure, baby-- tell yourself you don't want this," he purred, before tilting his head the other way and lapping happily at the other. "I know you fucking wanted me-- you just can't admit it, 'cause a girl like you with a guy like me is 'social suicide' or whatever."

"I told you to j-just leave me alone!" you panted, trying to struggle again only for him to come face to face with you-- his expression tinted with the rage you remembered from the last time you rejected him. He refused to believe that you genuinely found him creepy and irritating, and apparently maintained his delusion that you were just afraid of what would happen if your boyfriend-- or anyone else, for that matter-- found out. Even though that wasn't the primary reason, you had to admit you were very anxious about somebody walking in and seeing this.

"If you don't want me," he challenged darkly as one of his hands slipped down to cup your mound rather aggressively, "then how come you're wet?"

He dragged his fingers through your folds, far too much pressure on such a sensitive place, and your knees quivered. "S-stop, Neil, I'm serious..."

"Shut up, whore," he growled, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall again as you cried. "Just do what you do best and spread your legs, hm?"

You obviously didn't, but he kicked them apart anyway, shoving his shorts down and making you whimper as he rubbed his cock against your ass. And while you were a bit wet, for reasons you couldn't explain, you certainly weren't wet enough... not for how thick he was. But he shoved himself in anyways-- one quick, hard thrust that made you cry out from the sting of the stretch.

"Ah, fuck, that's good-- it's so good," he moaned, dropping his head on your still-damp shoulder and starting to thrust into you quickly. He had no patience at all, jackhammering into you and holding tight to your hips as he groaned deeply. "Guess that stupid boyfriend didn't stretch you out much, huh? You're still so fucking tight, baby..."

You tried to hide your face under your arm, anything to get away from him, but he grabbed your hair by your scalp and yanked it down, exposing your face and making you cry louder. "Neil, please!" you begged through your tears.

"Oh, don't talk like that," he warned, "I don't wanna finish too fast. But fuck, you look so cute trying not to show how good it feels..."

Good isn't really how you would've described it... it wasn't just painful, but it hurt-- he was too big, you weren't used to it yet, and he just seemed to go faster and faster with each passing moment. But there was a sick pleasure to it all, something about the way he reached so deep inside you... he was at least right about one thing: your boyfriend had never made you feel like this before. You weren't sure if you'd ever be able to face him after this, for more than a few reasons.

"Baby," he praised, biting down on his own lip to muffle a moan, "quit squeezing me like that, you're gonna make me come."

"D-don't," you tried to plead, as if it wasn't inevitable. Just the way he kept going, grabbing a tighter hold of your hips, moaning lowly against your ear... it was not only inevitable but imminent.

"I'm close," he warned under his breath, "fuck, look what you do to me--"

"Not inside, Neil, please," you choked, but he ignored it, moving faster and moaning louder until it all slowed down to a stop, his cock flexing with every stripe of come that painted your insides. You hung your head defeatedly, feeling sick to your stomach as the reality of what just happened began to sink in.

"Shit," he hissed, "I didn't think I'd come that fast..."

"Fuck, Neil, I-- I could get--" you started, too scared to even say it.

"Aw, don't worry baby," he cooed, kissing your cheek sweetly just before another tear fell across it, "I'll be able to go again in a second."

#dark!neil lewis x reader #neil lewis dark fic #cillian murphy dark fic #dark!cillian murphy x reader #neil lewis smut

[star-suh]

The Jock and The Horny.

Choi Jongho x Male Reader.

cw: college au, top jongho, katoptronophilia, size kink, uniform kink, sweat kink, blowjob, cum eating, facial, hickeys, shower sex, exhibitionism, cruising(?), established relationship, pwp, reader is a bit taller than jongho.

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jongho is one of the top football players of the university and his boyfriend y/n was always supporting him, screaming when he scores a goal. the thing is that everytime y/n sees jongho in his uniform the little pervert gets aroused, he loves how his boyfriend's bulge swings as if he was freeballing. 

the football game had already ended and all the players were in the locker room changing and bathing, the smell of sweat and musk filling the place. 

“hey jongho? you are not going to shower, you stinky ass?” one of the players mocked, drawing some laughs from the rest of the players. “of course i'm gonna shower but after everyone else is gone, i don't want to make you all feel bad when you see me naked” he blurted out. the whole room was busy laughing at the joke that no one noticed a figure entering the room and hiding itself.

“ok see you in the next game mr. big dick” they all waved goodbye while jongho was sitting half naked, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“you can come out now. everyone's gone” he spoke. “fuck you smell so good” was the only thing y/n said before jumping on his boyfriend and eating his mouth with a desperate kiss.

y/n's hands were exploring every part of jongho's body feeling all the sweat of his body “you looked so fucking hot while you were playing” said the horny guy while jongho's mouth was leaving dark spots on his neck.

a big tent can be seen under the towel covering jongho's bottom half “someone's eager” he whispered, sending shivers down y/n's neck.

the shower was on, the water falling and splashing everywhere when it falls on the bodies of the pair of lovers. jongho is slamming himself inside y/n's tight hole while he is standing, hands against the walls. “you fuck me so good jongho” blurted out the bottom. “and you take me so well too” complimented the top.

y/n was getting railed dumb by jongho, the tip of his cock reaching that sensitive spot every time it enters. “so deep~” slurred y/n, his insides squeezing jongho's cock. “i like how you choke my dick” the smaller grabbed the taller's chin, turning his head so they could make out. a mix of water and saliva dripping down their intertwined tongues. 

later y/n knelt down and started sucking jongho's cock, moving his tongue up and down, licking every vein and then his balls, putting each one of them in his mouth. all that while jongho was moaning and saying things like how good of a cocksucker y/n is.

“that's right my boy leave it nice and wet” spoke jongho while slapping gently y/n's cheek and then making him suck his thumb. jongho turned off the shower, then he made y/n stand up and open his ass, letting jongho see his delicious hole "i can't believe that all this is mine. just for me" and with two strong spanks, jongho put all his cock in at once, getting a big moan from the bottom.

jongho lifted y/n with his strong arms folding him in a cannonball position and railed him like there was no tomorrow. “fucking shit jongho.. i.. i think you might break me if you keep fucking me like this” he pleaded.

“perfect” it's the only thing coming out of the top's mouth accelerating his pace. jongho walked while still fucking the taller until reaching where there was a mirror, grabbing y/n by his chin and forcing him to look into the mirror. 

his cheeks, ears and the back of his neck were tinted pink, it was embarrassing for him to see how that thick piece of his boyfriend entered and left his greedy hole.

jongho pulls out and went to bring a bench, positioning it in front of the mirror and commanded his boyfriend to ride him, all while jongho looked at the mirror. the mere idea of looking at his boyfriend taking him makes him so horny. 

“it feels bigger” moaned y/n feeling the cock throbbing inside him. “it's because you're so hot” murmured his boyfriend.

after some spankings and the constant riding y/n was getting ready to cum “i'm gonna cum” he blurted out. “try to shoot it directly in my mouth. come on score a goal” he teases rubbing y/n's balls with one hand while playing with his right nipple with the other. “fuck” cried the bottom trying to aim straight at his boyfriend's open mouth to fill it with his thick warm semen.

after riding his high y/n stared at jongho while he licked clean the rest of the semen that landed on his chest and chin “yummy” he said smacking his lips and licking them.

y/n knelt down again while his lover was stroking his cock very hard and fast “get ready to receive my seed on your pretty face”, moan after moan jongho finally came painting the face behind him in white, the gooey cum covering y/n's lashes and dripping down his cheeks “a masterpiece” laughed the top rubbing the tip of his cock on y/n's lips as a sign for him to open up and lick him clean.

“now let's shower for real” y/n grabbed jongho and went straight to the showers again, both started kissing again not realizing that all this time there was someone hiding in the showers with a rock hard thing between his legs.

#choi jongho x male reader #jongho x male reader #jongho smut #choi jongho x male reader smut #ateez x male reader #ateez x male reader smut #ateez smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut

[daceydeath]

Claims

Pairing: Changbin x Reader Word Count: 0.7K Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, swearing, explicit content

This is a very late requested/inspired one for @thotracha inspired by this

Changbin can get a little jealous over things you don't even notice.

You thought visiting him would be exactly that, just a visit. You would sit in their designated room surrounded by the other guys laughing, probably eating and surrounded by various staff. But this time it was distinctly different this time the air felt electric and his dark eyes pierced you the moment you entered the room.

"Hi baby" you smiled, head quirking slightly to silently ask him what was up.

"Bunny, you made it" he announced playfully the tone not at all matching his face. You weaved your way between the makeup artists and stylists to him only for him to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around you, his hands rougher with you than usual. Burring his head into your neck trying to maintain his usual behaviors he decided to let you in on his mood.

"Fuck, I need you bunny" he almost growled lowly against your skin "When were alone I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk". A shiver of anticipation crawled up your spine making you lick your lips.

You chatted and laughed as you waited for the point in time when you were finally alone with Changbin, his words having already lit a fire in you that you couldn't ignore fighting in your spot on his lap he occasionally changed your position to help hide the semi that you could feel pressed against your arse.

As soon as the staff were breaking for dinner Chan, conveniently, corralled the guys into also leaving, giving Changbin his time alone with you. Within moments he was practically ripping the fabric of your shirt to get it off your body, fueled by whatever insatiable lust he had been trying to hide from the others, making you yelp at the force he was using.

"Binnie you're going to tear them" you protested quietly his lips trying to silence your own as he tore your underwear almost in half in his haste.

"I'll buy you more bunny" he grunted, placing you on your knees on the couch and swiping the head of his thick cock through your wetness, coating himself enough to start pressing himself inside you. You keened at the sensation wiggling slightly to pull away from him not prepped enough to take his length yet

"nuh huh bunny you can take it" he moaned continuing to bottom out inside your velvet walls.

"Fuck Changbin ah ah... I can't....ah too much" you gasped, his thrusts were hard enough to knock the air from your lungs, his thick cock making you feel like you were being split in two but no longer trying to move away from him.

"Shit... so fucking tight bunny" he grunted "So good to me bunny, so fucking good letting me fuck you like this".

"Changbin" you whined, one of his hands moving to start circling your clit groaning as he felt a wave of your juices soak his cock dripping from you onto his thighs.

"Fuck bunny your going to kill me" he groaned the sound of slick skin slapping against skin the only noise in the room other then your whines and his harsh breathing.

"Bin, I can't" you sobbed the pleasure overwhelming you as he just continued to punch into your velvet walls.

"You can bunny and you will" he ground out his fingers pinching you clit sharply making your walls begin to flutter around him "Fuck there you go bunny".

Ah...Ngh...Fuck you almost screamed as you came undone around him making him growl and reach his own peak you walls milking him dry. He slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel from his bag to clean you up enough to get you dressed again as you flopped bonelessly on the chair trying to regain your breath.

"What has gotten into you today" you finally croaked your voice hoarse.

"Too many idols looking at you" he smirked "Had to show them you're mine bunny".

"What?" you almost laughed "No one looks at me baby, only you". He smiled softly and kissed your temple.

A/N: Thank you for reading, all your comments, reblogs and likes are incredible. I have a special 2k follower story coming but I haven't finished it yet xx

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[luc1-anna]

"Promise not to put my face in it?" You asked as you plumped up the pillows making sure they were just right for you. "Promise" a cheeky smile coming onto his face as he got the camera app on his phone. Both naked as he stood up and you sat on the bed, slick folds causing the towel underneath you to become wet, just the sight of his cock standing straight up was doing so much for you.

"Go on then" giving him consent to record you, only if your voice and face wasn't in it, incase the unthinkable happened, plus you two were only friends with benefits, having no proper ties other than college classmates and hookup buddies.

Positioning the camera as it leaned against your metal water bottle, only showing the middle of your room, grabbing your legs and dragging you so that you rested on the pillows, legs propped up, dripping hole on full display for him. The only thing that showed in the camera was your legs and his hands as they held them down by your feet.

"You ready?" He asked, pouring the last contents of the lube onto his 3 fingers. Nodding in response. "I need words darling" gosh, anything he said could cause you to cum, Especially the way he called you darling.

"Yes then" responding as you shuffled around, trying to brace yourself for the 3 fingers he was about to fuck you with, but you wished that it was his dick he would fuck you with. A smile coming onto his face as he stretched out the lube on his fingers before slowly climbing onto the bed, your eyes kept on focusing on the way his dick moved. "Ready?" "Yeah.." bracing yourself as his fingers got closer to your aching hole. Glancing at the camera to start recording.

His fingers teasing the entrance of your slicked pussy, biting your lip as you felt his slowly enter you, it was easy access for you as you were soaking wet along with the help of the lube. "Shit.." laboured breathing started as you felt him, walls trying to close as he pushed further inside.

A smirk coming on his face. "You like that?" He teased you, nodding in response, gripping the pillows you rested on. Quicking his pace as he held your knee the steady himself, pumping in and out of your slick hole, your juices coating his hands with each thrust. He wished you would squirt right now, that was probably one of his main goals in life.

Completely forgetting that he was recording despite it only being a few minutes, letting out a lewd moan, resting your head back onto the headboard.

After a few more minutes, he retook his fingers from your dripping hole, the way your juices clung to his fingers, leaving a little trail along the bed, sticking them in his mouth to get the best taste of you. Smiling as he saw you trying to catch your breath, his tongue swirling around his fingers, showing you what he could do to that perfect pussy of yours.

Dragging your ankles as he made you lay down on the bed, bringing you close to his body as he sat on his knees. "You sure you're ready?" Grabbing the phone and pushing your lower half up onto his thighs, slapping his already soaked hand on your cunt, resulting in a moan from you, holding your hand over your mouth. Grabbing his cock and rubbing his swollen tip along your folds, he didn't even waste time as he pushed it in, gummy walls gripping his tip as he pushed it further in, his thickness catching every crevice and detail inside.

Throwing his phone beside your head as he grabbed your hips, he waited weeks for this feeling to come back, no hand or sex toy could solve his desire for you. Tracing every curve of your hips as he gripped them harder, he didn't dare to start off slow when it came to you.

Moaning out his name as you felt him glide inside of you. "You look so pretty babe" he called you all sorts of petnames despite not being in a serious relationship, though you did contemplate if he did like you properly with the way he acted around you. "Shu-" another sequence of moans escaping. "Shut up" you didn't dare try to kick or hit him as you knew he'd enjoy it.

"Yeah yeah" smirking at you as he saw you retaliating to his comment. Balls hitting your skin, the way the room filled with the sound of it, along with your moans. You'd surely be bruised after an evening like this. Fingers gracing your skin as they made their way down to your clit, gently teasing it with a few rubs. Fortunately he would try and stuff his fingers in there too, since his cock was already stretching you out to the max. Lips leeching off his cock, forcing him to stay inside.

Fingers swirling around your lower lips, the way they purposely stayed along your clit, making sure to dig in. Moaning each time he did that, you just wanted to squirm away but his hand still on your hip stopped you. "P-Please" you cried out, the way his fingers touched your most sensitive spot and to add to the pleasure he had his full cock inside of you, stretching you out with each thrust, at this rate he was practically up in your cervix. Leaning over and grabbing a pillow, you'd wake up the whole floor if you kept it up at this rate. Holding a pillow against your mouth, wishing you could scream out his name and let the whole apartment know how good he made you feel.

Seeing the pillow cover your face, only made him wanted to fuck you harder, receding how dick from your hole, leaving trails of his precum as he got off the bed. Much to your dismay as you asked, "Why'd you stop?" You wanted him inside you for a lifetime, even if you didn't move, just cockwarming him was enough for you. No response. But the feeling of your ankles being dragged to the end of the bed gave you some hope.

He was so strong that it was scary that he could just flip you over onto your stomach, his hands repositioning your lower body, ass up, face down. Pushing your torso further down till it was touching the mattress. Picking the phone up as he lined himself back up, the surreal feeling of his tip touching your lips once again as he tried it find your hole brought you back to reality, stuffing the pillow in your face, as you felt his tip entering, followed by the rest of his thickness. You could feel him getting further down, the way he could probably reach your g spot in this position.

His calloused hand gripping your ass, making sure that he was steady before moving. Positioning the camera so that it could get the best angle of you. "Tell me if it's too much" nodding in response as you felt him, he didn't start off slow like you would've hoped, getting straight to the main point as he pounded into you, the bed already creeking under the pressure.

The way he grabbed your waist, to hold you still incase it was too much for you. "Shit" harsh breaths already starting up again. He had completely forgotten about the camera as he threw it right near your head, trying to record some of your muffled moans. Both hands groping your hips as he pushed further into you. The feeling of his balls swiftly emptying into your womb, he didn't even mean to but he was so worked up that he forgot the feeling of it.

Moans filling up the room as, You could feel the warm liquid pour into you. "Sorry?" He wasn't even sure if he should be apologising because of the way you reacted.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Sweat

Kinktober Day Three Prompt: In Front of a Mirror

A Travis Kelce x Reader Fic

Warnings: Smut, Language

You slowed your running pace as you hopped onto the sides of the treadmill, ending your workout to stop the turning belt. You grabbed your towel, wiping the sweat from your brow before you took a sip from your water bottle, quenching your thirst after running a couple of miles.

Travis was on the far end of your home gym, curling a couple of barbells, the sound of his grunts as he heaved the weights, echoing the room. The two of you made a habit of getting a workout in first thing in the morning before the day got hectic, and usually it was a relaxing activity today, but the sight of sweat dripping off of Travis' flexing muscles had you thinking explicit thoughts before you'd even had breakfast.

"I'm almost done here, babe." Travis called out to you, jogging you out of your horny haze, practically drooling at the sight of his thigh muscles bulging beneath his workout shorts. "Mhm", was all you could manage to respond, your throat quickly drying up. You took another sip of your water, groaning as you realized your bottle was empty.

You pulled out your yoga mat to do a couple of cool down stretches, setting yourself up in front of the wall to wall mirror. As you bent forward to touch your toes, you unmistakably heard a sharp breath leave Travis' chest. "Something wrong?", you teased, knowing the material of your shorts was thin and he could see your barely-there thong through the fabric.

"Nope", he adjusted himself, blowing air through his nostrils as he tried to concentrate on his workout. He fell toward the ground, getting a couple push-ups in before you were up to your antics again. You sat in a v-formation, bending forward to touch the floor where he had a perfect view of your cleavage spilling out the top of your sports bra. Travis pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth to quiet himself as he felt his erection start to grow in his boxer shorts. He turned away to grab a towel to wipe the back of his neck and collect himself.

"Its just", you sauntered to where he was standing, "I just can't seem to get this knot out of my back. Can you help me baby?" You gave him a pitiful look, quickly weakening his resolve.

"Where is it?" He questioned, his hands finding your hips as you bent over the bench that was facing the mirror. You pressed your ass against his pelvis, feeling his erect cock beneath his shorts. "Baby, be serious." He warned, forcing you to steady in his grip.

"I am, Travis. My back really does hurt." You edged him on, further arching your back towards him. His hands moved from your hips to palm your ass. "I don't know why you tease like this", he gritted out between his clenched teeth. You felt the cool air hit your skin as he pulled your shorts down, pushing your thong to the side. "Fuck Travis!" you jumped as his hand connected with your bare ass, the slap stinging your skin. The sensation sent a tingle down your legs as he struck you again, a squeal leaving your lips. You adjusted your grip on the bench, your fingernails digging into the plastic padding.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me baby", Travis gritted out as he teased your wet folds, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers before he sprung his cock free from his shorts, stroking the head of his length. He pushed your legs further open with his foot, grabbing at your thighs as he slowly pushed himself inside.

You stood on your tip toes as you adjusted to his length, moans leaving your mouth as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You were feeling every inch of him as he continued his pace, the sweat on your hands making you slip and slide all over the bench, but you didn't dare ask him to stop, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

"Don't stop, baby, don't stop." You were pitiful, begging, as your breasts bounced with each movement, your sports bra barely able to keep them contained. He was rough and messy with his thrusts, adrenaline and testosterone driving his movements.

Travis had a perfect view of the way your body contorted with pleasure as he drove into you, but he wanted more. He wanted to see the effect he had on you in your face. The way your eyes rolled back in your head as you came over his cock, waves of pleasure hitting you one after another.

"Baby, look up." His words fell on deaf ears as you struggled to focus on anything but how full you felt as he drilled into you. "I said, look up." He grabbed at your ponytail, gripping your hair in his fist so you were forced to look up at yourself in the mirror. You looked a hot mess, your mascara streaking down your face as tears brimmed in your lashes, hair plastered to your forehead with sweat, and yet, the sight of you being ravished by your husband was only heightening your pleasure, turning you on as you watched your mouth hang open, your eyes darkening with lust as you your orgasm came crashing over you.

"Fuck, Travis, I'm cuming." With your warning, Travis pulled you up, pressing your back against his chest as he continued to drive up into you, never letting up his pace as you came around his cock, your release dripping out of you as he continued. His hands traveled to your chest, pulling up your sports bra to expose your breasts as your hand found the back of his head, pulling him down to latch his mouth on your neck.

You walls fluttered around his cock as you hit your peak, but he didn't stop, hoping you had enough energy in you to give him another. "Travis, please, fuck", your fingernails scratched at the back of his neck. "I need one more from you baby, just one more." You were a babbling mess as he pounded into you, close to his own orgasm. Within a few seconds you were clenching around him again, fatigue causing your legs to shake, and Travis wasn't far behind you, his strokes faltering as he released ropes of cum into you.

"Such a good girl", Travis remarked, panting, his breath hot against your ear as he pulled out, still holding you tightly against his body, one arm covering your chest. You felt his cum dripping down your thighs, confirmation in the mirror that he had filled your pussy up.

"How does that back feel now, baby girl?" He asked in jest, gently patting your sensitive core with his large hand. You shivered, giggling as your eyelids hung heavily from exhaustion.

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[konigsblog]

warnings: dub-con, punishments, smut (mdni), dark content and spanking. f!reader kidnapper!141... 🔮

kidnapper!141 kidnapping their rookie. you're locked away in price's basement, and the others come over often to keep you company. taking turns bathing you, feeding you, fucking you and punishing you when you act out of order.

they just want your obedience, can't you give them that? be a sweetheart and tell them how much you love them, how you'll listen to every order given and try your hardest.

they hate when you lash out at them, especially when they're bathing you. foamy bubbles thrown at gaz because he talked about you being constantly chained up. you retorted back, of course. snarling at them before restrained by simon who was standing in the corner and talking with kyle.

soap hates seeing you cry, he really does. that pretty face ruined with tears... god, he wants you to be giggling at his jokes. you're so sweet, he knows you are, yet you're so easily upset. occasionally, he'll sing to you as you sleep, and he's usually the one reporting to price that you need to be punished.

of course, he hates seeing you in pain. but, it'll make you a better person. simon and price punish you, they either slam into your raw hole after giving you an aphrodisiac, taking turns till you're limp in their arms. or manhandling and slapping you about for being disobedient. you want them to fuck off? you're going in the cage for that.

spanking is on the table for sure. they need to get their harsh punishments through to you.

price enjoys when you're vulnerable because he can use it against you. “see? you're not made for the military, doll.” he hates how angry you get and usually has to gag you so you don't say things you'll regret. seeing you cry and struggle before submitting to the punishment is proof that you weren't cut out for the SAS.

gaz usually feeds you breakfast, and soap feeds you lunch, dinner comes around and simon's bringing a spoon to your mouth. although price isn't often bathing/feeding you, he's there for when you need a cuddle or need to rant. “c'mon, take your anger out on me.” he isn't afraid to to get you talking because he knows you won't say anything horrible, due to punishments, and because he's wore you down, you've become weaker.

on your worst days, punishments last the entire day. warm, bubble baths turn to cold water thrown onto you, growling out a threat before covering you in a towel. less food and no talking. whenever your good though, you get rewarded. you can suck their dick sloppily or have them eat you out, simon sucking at your clit while you moan and squirm. chuckling and holding your hips down against the ground as he drags his tongue along your slit.

sucking gaz off nicely. his thighs caging your head against the wall, his palm against the crown of your skull. lets you suck him off nice and slow, drool dripping from your mouth and coating his shaft.

price enjoys eating your ass or fucking you ruthlessly. broad hips smacking against your own, legs thrown over his shoulders and your eyes glistening as he thrusts inside. doesn't mind anything, but adores when you beg for him to fuck you.

soap loves shower sex and 69. thrusting his dick into your wet mouth, eating you out like a starved man and lapping at your needy clit till you're cumming all over his face.

requests open. (based off an unanswered request)

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[x-ethan-lxndry-l0v3r-x]

fem!sub!reader x dom!non-ghostface!ethan where ethan fucks reader on the kitchen counter

and ethan praising her like “taking it so well” or “such a good little girl for me”

"𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡?”-E.L

Pairing: Soft!Dom!Non-ghostface!Ethan Landry x Sub!fem!reader.

NOT PROOFREAD

Includes: NON-PROTECTIVE SEX I gave a height which is 5’1 and because I said so and Ethan is 6’2 and I’ve seen the photo of Jack and Jenna standing together and boy is he tall 😨😨 I can feel the pain, Smut, sub!reader, dom!ethan, I could never actually see Ethan as a dom because he’s actually so babygirl but whatever the heart wants the heart wants, name calling- such as, good girl angel, praising, I’m not a big fan of degradation so that won’t be here, reader wears a skirt for a specific purpose of this story, reader is also very much of a crybaby in a sense not trying to offend anyone but that’s the only word I can describe her as, that’s pretty much it. THIS IS SHORT, LIKE MY WILL TO LIVE 🤗

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“Ethan, I can’t do it, it’s t’much!” She cried out, tears pricking at her eyes, as her nails gently dug into the skin of his broad shoulders as the skin of her ass made contact with the cool marble of the kitchen countertop her skirt pooling at her hips, it didn’t take much for him to make her orgasm, he was quite big compared to her, so he could hit that g-spot deep inside her pretty easily.

He quietly grunted at the feeling of her nails digging into his skin, “Come on, you can take it, you’re a good girl aren’t you, my good girl?” He spoke before pushing that extra inch deeper inside, she almost sobbed at the feeling, he was way too big for her, she looked down at her stomach, a unnatural large bulge poking up through the inside of her tummy, he had her impaled on his cock, a string of whimpers and sobs fell from her mouth, it sounded like music to Ethan’s ears, he was stretching her out so much to the point it hurt, “Ethan- ‘can’t do it, please!” She sobbed, “It’ll feel better soon, jus’ gotta be a good girl for me and take it a little longer.” His thrusts had gotten faster slightly, the sound of her quiet sobs and skin slapping against one another echoing the room, he was close to finishing, as his cock was being milked by her tight warm wet gummy-like walls, “Making me feel so good angel, jus’ gotta hold on for a little longer.” His thrusts got even faster, and he softly grunted, “If you keep squeezing me this tight baby, I just might not be able to pull out, or is that want you want?” This caused her eyes to widen, “N-no! Don’t cum inside, you’re not wearing a condom!” She pleaded him, “Don’t know sweetheart, if you keep up with squeezing me this tight who knows what’ll happen?” He smirked, before thrusting into her even more, “Ethan, please not inside!” She cried, he pressed his lips against hers without a stutter in his movements, before pulling away, “Since you asked so nicely I will fulfil your request.” He planted another kiss on her lips, before pulling his cock out from her, and beginning to pump it in his hand at a fast past the sound of wet slick dripping from his cock onto the cool tiled floor, and with a few more pumps he had cum, the sound of his cum spurting out onto the marble counter and tiled flooring made a splashing sound, she looked at him, poor girl was actually so fucked out, I mean he made her orgasm, what? 4 times? 5? Her legs felt weak and frail, like if she tried to walk she would immediately fall to the ground. Ethan used some paper towels and cleaned up his spilled seed, and went to go into his bedroom, “Why aren’t you coming with me?” He asked curiously his eyebrow raised, “….My legs.” She replied quietly, “What about your legs?” He asked teasingly, she gave him the look of, ‘you know exactly what I’m talking about’, “Oh.” He smirked, “Did I fuck you too good, angel that your little legs are sore?” Her eyes were still glossed over with tears, “Ethan..” She gave him a look as if he had teased her too much to the point she was going to cry. He went over to her and picked her up bridal style, “There you go, angel.” He gave her a kiss on the head. He was still hard, and she only noticed this when he laid her down on his bed, she looked at him with teary eyes, “I’ll be gentle this time.” He reassured her.

Oh that man has a lying problem.

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[oceansprompts]

text message prompts

[text] You okay?

[text] GO TO BED!

[text] hey you better be alive in there

[text] SOS save me please holy shit

[text] call me this date is going so bad

[text] I have way too much shit to do.

[text] Honestly I'm really worried about you.

[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[text] Please let me come over and pet your (pet).

[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me.

[text] It's not going to work out.

[text] This is a terrible idea.

[text] people have fetishes

[text] They really do crucify anyone these days huh

[text] I don't know why but that really means me want to stab you

[text] That movie was awful.

[text] For the love of god please help me

[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.

[text] I'm blocking you.

[text] YOU ONE BRAINCELLED BITCH

[text] I regret swiping right.

[text] Everyone lies on their dating profiles.

[text] That absolutely can't be an actual picture of you.

[text] This forced open my third eye and I saw the devil

[text] I'm like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

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[text] That's just all fucking sorts of fucked up

[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain

[text] In the department of old man fucking, we've got you beat.

[text] have you gotten any work done?

[text] I am beyond shame, try again

[text] You left your left your underwear at my place.

[text] Don't you dare put this on Facebook.

[text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted

[text] I want to wring you like a wet towel and slap you against a wall

[text] The mind is weak but the body is funky

[text] I'm a zombie the law can't stop me.

[text] Jealous of my massive honkers

[text] We left you to die to play minecraft

[text] She would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.

[text] I just took a screenshot of that and posted it to Reddit

[text] You said you'd be right back and it's been months.

[text] Can't we talk about this face to face?

[text] Yeah, you'll come learn I just have a thing for milk

[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014?

[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.

[text] Why would you send me an eggplant emoji?

[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?!

[text] Who would dare to lie on the internet?

[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet

[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person

[text] And because I'm god and I've decided that; no, in fact, I'm not done.

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[text] I know you love bloopy reggae jams, now is not the time.

[text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again.

[text] God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

[text]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.

[text]: Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy apples? I paid 10 dollars for 6.

[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..

[text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s.

[text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.

[text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.

[text]: Hey I posted that vid of you drunk, singing Ariana Grande, wearing all black and people said not to do it again. Sorry.

[text]: Do you think the price is ever right? Like, I feel like it’s not.

[text]: I booped your nose. Boop the last five people you texted or–nothing happens really.

[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob.

[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?

[text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high.

[text]: sometimes all i think about is–sour patch kids. bet you thought it was you.

[text]: I love you—not as much as I love my dog. But still a lot!

[text]: I found a cat on the way home and now it’s mine. But it hates my guts so this should be fun.

[text]: I have questions about the marvel cinematic universe…how long do you have?

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[allzelemonz]

Developing Powers: Clark Kent X Male Reader

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbation Summary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Clark’s pillow hits your head and you fall backwards onto his bed with a grunt. Before you can react, he’s on top of you with his hands pressing you down on your chest as he laughs in victory.

“Not fair, Kent.” You huff, struggling to reach for your pillow.

He grins, grabbing your wrist. “You started it.”

A knock prompts you both to look past the foot of Clark’s bed to the door. Pa Kent stands in the doorway, laughing lightly. “You boys are supposed to be in bed, lots of work in the morning.” He looks down at you. “And I won’t have your father thinking I ruined your work ethic, young man.”

Clark moves off of you. “Just messing around, Pa.”

“I know.” He smiles. “But I let him sleep over so you two could get to work early.”

“We’ll go to bed, sir.” You say, sitting up. “Sorry if we were being loud.”

“Just get your showers and get in bed, boys.” He turns to you. “We milk our cattle early, up by four.”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

Pa Kent gives one last fatherly point before he closes the door and his footsteps creak over the floor towards his and Ma Kent’s room.

Clark tosses you a towel, hitting you square in the head as he giggles. “You can go first.”

You stand, giving his shoulder a light shove as you grab your backpack and disappear into the hall. Clark giggles to himself, just happy Pa agreed to let you stay the night to help with farmwork over the weekend. He flips through his homework packet, trying to find the energy to actually read the questions. He doesn’t. It’s Friday, his best friend is staying over, math homework can wait. He tosses the packet onto his desk, writing a note to do it on Sunday. With any luck, his developing super-speed applies to his math processing too.

When Clark looks up, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He can see you. His x-ray vision has slipped before and he’s been practicing his control on it, but it’s never caused him to glance up and see his best friend naked. Not just naked either, naked with water dripping over your skin and absolutely no limbs obstructing his view of your hanging dick.

Clark’s face turns bright red and he slaps his hands over his eyes. His skin has turned hot and his heart is beating a mile a minute. Sure, he’s been in a locker room with you and you’ve used urinals around each other but he’s never got such a full frontal in his life, there’s always been a wall or arm or folding pants in the way. Clark takes deep breaths, trying not to think, but when he looks back in the direction his eyes peer through without control. His breath hitches, he nearly chokes, watching your hands run over your dick. It's just scrubbing, just washing, but Clark’s mind wanders to images of you alone in your bedroom and he has to bury his face into the pillows of his bed to get his head back.

He’s sweating, face hidden in his pillow as he tries to breathe. He shouldn’t think about his best friend like that, he shouldn’t even be able to see you through the stupid walls. When Clark catches his breath and shifts to sit up, he freezes. The cotton of his boxers rubbing with the rough denim of his jeans, all making sparks of sensitivity shoot down to his toes by shifting against his now hard dick. Clark wants to scream. He just got hard at the mere thought and sight of his best friend touching himself.

The water shuts off and Clark scrambles to grab his stuff, holding it in front of himself as you walk out. His heart skips as you do, your hair still a bit wet and the pajamas clinging to your body from only just being put on.

You stop, looking at him strangely. “Uh, you okay?”

Clark nods, trying to hide his flushed face. “Mhm, yeah, just really need the shower.”

He rushes past you, disappearing into the hall. He closes the bathroom door behind him, breathing heavily as he tries to clear his head again. When the thoughts remain, Clark turns the water on cold and closes his eyes. The water washes over him, helping his erection die down in the icey temperature.

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