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arminsumi · 11 months

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HIII , Can you do the #10 of nsfw with Armin? Btw I love how you write, you are really good and please don't stop😭😭

aw angel thank u!! 😙

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ NEEDY BOY MDNI

░ 🐬 Armin

Armin wants you all the time, everywhere, no matter what.

⚠️Cws; a big dose of SMUT bc i had too much to say 😩

Notes; AFAB!gn!reader, college au

⚠️💦Smut cws; sexting, public fucking, slight exhibitionism, 🐱playing/eating (from behind, standing), blowjob, tummy cumshot

░ 🍒 Sometimes during a class, you'll receive a steamy text from your boy. He might get impatient and send risky pics of his sweaty abs, or the outline of his cock, to get you riled up. "I'm in class." You text back, but he responds with "but i'm rlly hard :(". Needy boy doesn't let up until you help him get his relief. He happily lays on his back, stroking it to your texts, and cums all over those cute abs. "ok now class is over and i learned nothing 🙄" you text, and he responds excitedly with: "yay, can you come over? pls? 🥺i'm hard again"

░ 🍒 If you're out shopping with him, he'll pull you into a fitting room and as soon as the door shuts he has his eager hands on your body. "Just need to feel you, baby, I'll be quick... nahhh, it's fine, we won't get caught. Keep quiet for me, m'kay?" but of course, he says that and puts you in a position that he knows makes you more verbal.

░ 🍒 When your friends are over for a movie night, he'll sneak his dainty hands under the blanket you're sharing with him on the couch. He's a menace; he smirks when you squirm your hips under the influence of his rubbing fingertips. He doesn't stop there, he dives under your panties and plays with your clit, making a wet mess out of you right there on the couch while everyone's attention is glued to the movie.

░ 🍒 While cooking dinner, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. It's so cute and innocent, and you snuggle into his embrace. But of course, his hands glide down your waist in no time and squeeze at his favorite spots. This boy goes crazy for eating you out from behind. He gets on his knees and presses his face into your heat, soft hair tickling your skin and getting ruffled. You bet he's nasty, too, he spits and licks and makes such a mess out of your pussy that when he pulls away, he's got a streak of your juices across his cheek and lips. When you come down from a shaking orgasm, he stands and continues on like he didn't just go down on you in the kitchen. "C'mon, come to the bedroom lemme clean you up, pretty baby. Nooo! I'll just help clean you up, that's all, I swear!"

░ 🍒 Sometimes Armin pulls you into an empty classroom for a quickie against the wall 🤷‍♀️he. is. a. MENACE. I tell you. Don't worry about being too loud, he makes sure to keep a firm palm over your mouth. Oh, and he makes sure that you're looking into his eyes while he drives in and out of you, of course. His feverish pace makes you gush, which sounds loud and sinful in Levi's classroom. (Poor guy walks in and furrows his brows, sniffing suspiciously, while you and Armin are sat innocently at your desks)

░ 🍒 Um, you BET he begs for you to blow him off at parties. He gives you a pleading face, leans and whispers in your ear something that makes your eyes light up. Next thing your friends see is you and Armin escaping to the quiet upstairs. Now, if there's one thing that makes Armin verbal, it's having your lips wrapped around his dick. He absolutely loses it and calls out your name. "Shit, Y/n, love that fucking mouth. 'S perfect for sucking..." The sight of your head bobbing up and down on his length puts him into a hungered state. Expect to be absent from the party for at least two hours 🤷‍♀️

░ 🍒 Poor boy is so hungry for your pussy in the middle of the night, especially at four in the morning. He'll nag you until you wake up, and you immediately feel his boner poking your ass. "Needa fuck you, pretty please?" he asks so sweetly that you can't refuse. Of course, the only thing that's sweet about him while fucking is his pretty face. His dirty talk is nasty, that boy will throw around some wild shit while he's up in your guts. "Goddamn, feel that? Feel how that little pussy clings to my cock, baby? Mhm, 'bet you're gonna cum again. Nuh-uh, don't you fucking lie to me; I can feel you tightening. 'S gonna make me fucking – oh, fuck, m'cumming, come with me."

░ 🍒 Armin's libido is unbeatable. He's built up his stamina since dating you 💪But of course he can't last long if he's gone a few days without touching you, poor boy will bust so fast you that you have to tease him about it. "Missed me much?" you giggle when he shoots a fat load all over your tummy. "G-gimme a break, I haven't felt you in ages." he excuses. "Armin, it's been two days."

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peachsayshi · 2 years

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🦇{S E V E N S I N S}🦇

{kinktober with peach 🍑}

╰⊰✿´ 🍒 {gluttony} - the sin of overindulgence & overconsumption

2: OVERSTIMULATION - (Sukuna x Female Reader)

TAGS: {minors & ageless blogs do not interact} - mention: (rough sex/sadism - it’s consensual), sex without protection, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, slightly pining Sukuna, fluff, mild angst

WC: 1,727

A/N: I’ve added this little prompt to my Dad Sukuna Drabbles but it is a stand alone story. This was just a hc that I had about the pair based on their relationship and thought it would be perfect for this kinktober prompt requested by @sparklingtragedy 🧡 I hope you enjoy it & I tried to write out Sukuna as close as possible to his character. Comments & reblogs are appreciated!

Ever since the jujutsu sorcerer’s began encroaching closer to Sukuna’s territory, the King of Curses found himself away from his palace. His absence didn’t go unnoticed but his behavior put everyone on edge. He’s grown to become increasingly agitated and would lose his temper over the smallest things. Most of the people serving him chose to avoid crossing paths with him, and for the most part it worked out well in their favor.

Your only encounter with him happened late last night. You caught him just as he was about to enter his room before freezing in shock when you noticed that his white robe was drenched in blood. You couldn’t hide your fear, and when your gaze met his crimson irises you were connected with a cold stare that sent shivers down your spine.

He stood there, a silent monster, waiting for you to give an explanation as to why you were wandering close to his halls at such a late hour. Despite your heart climbing its way up your throat, you only managed to stutter out a half formed apology before scurrying back to your own room.

A part of you believed that you might have overstepped your boundaries regarding your master, which is why you were incredibly apprehensive when he requested you to his room tonight.

As you were preparing for your visit you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation between the other concubines - which did nothing but feed into your nerves.

“She’s still fresh in his eyes. He’s just savoring her until it makes him sick...” one of them spoke loud enough for you to hear her cruel words.

“He’ll wear her out eventually and find another, and another…as long as she spreads her legs for him, he’ll let her live.”

“I guess we are lucky that he didn’t ask for us. He’s been in a foul mood all week…”

The group snickered to themselves, doing little to hide their secrets before one of them finally stated, “We all know that that he’s merciless when angry. She could do with a few marks on that unfortunate face...”

You’ve heard their stories in passing about how Sukuna loves getting rough. He enjoyed binding his partners and leaving them vulnerable to his control. You’ve seen the bruises on the other women’s skin, the faded marks of fingers around their neck and the prints on their rear which they proudly showed off to each other. You shivered hearing the ways that he fucked them like an “untamed beast” and they competed with one another on who could better handle him at his most sadistic state.

The reason behind their services towards your master wasn’t genuine. Earning Sukuna’s favor guaranteed that they would receive the best treatment from the King of Curses, which many of them sought after.

You knew it was an opportunity worth fighting for, but the more you’ve grown closer to the King the less your motivation to appease him seemed to matter...and of course your little crush would have led you to make the silly decision of showing up at his room unannounced.

You should have known better than to let it sway your judgment.

While the concubines’ stories seeped through the deep cracks of your mind, at the present moment you couldn’t find an ounce of truth behind their remarks.

You’ve come to realize that Sukuna treated you quite differently from the rest.

His lips trailed up the side of your neck and he smiled against your skin as he took a moment to breathe in the scented oil that you had tactfully placed just behind your ear.

He understood the concept of unmeasurable beauty through you, and appreciated that you always put in the effort to present yourself wonderfully for him just so he could ruin you at his own accord.

He didn’t realize how much you have become the center of his desire until you were absent from his bed, and he suddenly found himself starving for your touch.

He wrapped his arm protectively around your waist, and your back curved closer against his chest in this intimate position. He sighed with relief when he finally entered you, but you were oblivious to how badly he had been craving the heat of your body.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes when he slowly dragged the length of his cock away from your wet folds then proceeded to softly rut back inside. He’s been slow with you all night, satisfying himself at his own pace to make up for the time he’s missed, but there were no breaks in between the moments of pleasure that he was delivering.

“Please…” you gasped out of desperation, hoping that he would ease his movements and allow you to rest from the stimulation. You were already shaking from the third orgasm that he had just drawn, making use of his fingers and tongue until you made a mess of his sheets.

The vibration of a devilish chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he dropped his head down to kiss your shoulder.

“Indulge me,” he murmured, “I want to have my way with you tonight…”

The snap of his hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and you sang a vowel right on queue as a fallen tear trickled down your cheek. He held you even closer to his body, trapping you underneath his weight before sinking his teeth at the point where your neck and shoulder met.

He lightly nipped at your skin before leaving another kiss in place.

His legs caged your clenching thighs as he fucked you with a little more eagerness. The stretch felt exceptionally good, and your lower belly fluttered when he angled himself in just the right position to hit the very spot that had your brain turning fuzzy.

“You can take it, right?” he coos wickedly, holding himself in place just to feel your walls pulse around him.

On the brink of your climax, there was nothing else you wanted more but that sweet release. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded a quiet “yes”.

You could feel him pull away from you, your hands finding comfort by clutching onto the bed sheets as you stabilized yourself on all fours. The arch of your spine was a sight to behold, and you felt two strong hands grip your hips tightly when Sukuna proceeded to thrust.

He furrowed the front of his brows, noticing the pull tugging across the muscles along his chest from how good it felt being inside you and groaned with consolation over the fact that he was finally satiating his appetite.

You couldn’t hold off for him as long as he would have liked. You knew that it took plenty of effort to make him cum - but your body was already so responsive to his touch, it had you dripping all over his shaft. What sent you over the edge is when his hand slipped down between your legs to pinch your swollen clit and he started massaging the throbbing bud.

You found yourself collapsing on your forearms, your cheek pressing into the mattress as your whole body contracted and then relaxed, while the sounds of your pleasure echoed around the quiet room when cried out to him.

Sukuna felt you squeeze around him while he fucked you through your fourth orgasm before arching his brow at you with amusement once you found your stillness.

“Already?” he cheekily asked.

You rolled onto your back when you felt him pull out, your thighs a sticky mess as you placed one hand on your chest to feel your pounding heart against your own palm. You gulped in between pants, steadying your breath as you looked up at him from underneath your lashes.

An easy smile tugged on the corner of his lips, lighting up his unnaturally handsome expression and he huffed taking in the sight of you. The sweat glistened off your body, the peak of your taut buds heaving as your chest rose and fell with each passing second and your hair was completely disheveled while your eyes darkened with pure passion. He could see the glittering slick coating your inner tighs, and he licked his lips hungrily ready to have another taste.

He crawled his way on top of you, enveloping you with his broad shoulders before reaching one hand to cup your heated cheek.

“You look pretty like this,” he whispered quietly, the end of his sharp nail dragging along the line of your pouty bottom lip and he smiled before leaning into another kiss. “But you look even better with me inside you…”

He spread your leg for him, adjusting his position to align the weight of his erection against your slit.

“Wait, wait…” you implored, groaning at the sensation of his touch. “n-need a minute…”

“A minute?” Sukuna replied with a kiss to your forehead, feigning his shock before questioning you.

“Don’t you think we’ve enough time apart?

“Too much,” you reiterated, “it’s too much…”

“Not even just one more?” he teased by rubbing his length between your lips and then prodding his pulsating tip against your entrance. “I’m sure you can give me one more, hmm?”

His words came out like velvet and sent goosebumps across your body. You found yourself reaching for his neck, pressing your forehead to his and circling your lips as he pushed himself deep inside you.

“Oh my god...” you mewled.

““It’s like you were made just for me...” Sukuna replied in praises, “So soft, and so fucking perfect…”

You were trembling now from the fullness of him buried at the hilt. Despite your body growing limp there was an unquestionable ache for your master that countered your resistance. His lips sucked down the column of your neck, and your lids fell shut as you curled your fingers between the strands of his hair to keep him close.

“I didn’t like the way you looked at me yesterday,” he confessed, his playful voice shifting to something more serious. “There’s no reason for you to be afraid. After all, you are my favorite…”

You drank up his statement like you’ve been quenching an unknown thirst. You wished he would repeat it one more time just so you could hear it from his lips again, and confirm your speculations that his behavior towards you was, in fact, different.

You wouldn’t even know how effortlessly you allowed that title to consume you until it devoured your heart in one whole bite.

His name reached the tip of your tongue, but the courage to let it escape your lips was replaced with another sensual whine as Sukuna started to grind his hips back and forth.

“Eyes open, sweet. You’ve got a long night ahead of you and I’ve been thinking about this pussy all week…”

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luminoustarlight · 5 months

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I feel like clay would be extremely good at sex. Imagine you’re going at it and you’re still a bit hesitant cause it’s post Op and he’s like yeah I had a heart problem and got surgery from it. SO??? I’m still getting that pussy no matter what.

Ps. Can I be the moonie 🌙 anon ??

CLAY BERESFORD KNOWS WHAT HES DOING AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE!!!!!!!

oh i would be soooo hesitant like no matter what. “baby, you just had heart surgery you’re not supposed to do anything strenuous.”

so clay is just like “okay??? so??? i’m just eating my girl out, nothing strenuous about this.”

and he’ll just spend hours going down on you, maybe he’ll lay on his back and you sit on his face that way he really doesn’t have to do anything at all

🍒 sin saturday

#YES OFC U CAN BE MY MOONIE ANON #sin saturday on luminoustarlight #🌙 anon #mae’s mail 💌

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moremysteriesthantragedies · 1 year

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Infernal Serenade

Rating: R | Genre: Horror, Romance, Mystery | POV: 1st person

Story written with: M, D, Q, Wi, W, E.

Dear lord, I am a lowly sinner. I have cast out your gift and put other things before you. Grant my soul safe passage through this trail, so that I may live another day to serve in your grace.

Book One Synopsis

Quentin Callista, on the outside, appears to be just another hard-working young man. Except, his job is something he refuses to speak of. Yet, as mysterious as he is, Quentin finds himself enthralled by the mysterious and elusive nature of Chiffon street's own Bradi Cohen. On the outside, he just looks to be a spoiled college student, and someone Quentin finds fairly entertaining to talk to, and yet, there's something more. As he slowly delves more into this mystery, despite his better judgment, he finds himself swept into the underbelly of this very world. Unless, he was already there, to begin with. And all the while, the demons watch and laugh...

Taglists

Wip Update Tag list: @writingingraves, @talesofsorrowandofruin

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Trigger Warnings

Book One: Forced incest, childhood sexual abuse, sexual abuse/assault, childhood abuse, physical abuse, whipping/punishments, some physical torture, psychological torture, kidnapping, murder, cults/sex cult, blood and gore, parent death, internalized guilt, drugging, experimentation, drug and alcohol abuse, discussions of mental health, explicit scenes/sexuality, accidental voyeurism, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, homophobia, discussion of sin, dramatic mood shifts, religious imagery.

Book Two: Childhood sexual abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse/assault, abusive relationship, parent death, internalized guilt, talk of fertility and breeding, threatened sex, psychological torture, implied child murder, discussions of mental health, depression, separation anxiety, explicit scenes, internalized homophobia, internalized transphobia, homophobia, transphobia, religious trauma, blood and gore, cults, dramatic mood shifts, discussion of sin, religious imagery.

Book Three: TBD

Book Four: TBD

Themes: Finding love in the most unexpected places, freedom vs fate, the ties that connect us, it gets worse before it gets better, struggling with mental health, we can sometimes let the past dictate us, the seven deadly sins, the religions were wrong, humans vs the supernatural, uncanny creatures.

Tropes: Acquaintances to friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, slow burn, morally grey characters, found family, charming assholes, opposites attract, whump, hurt/comfort, even evil has standards, soft demons/monsters.

Characters

Quentin Callista

#lemons🍋

Affiliation: Lust - N/A Theme Song: Devil in Paradise by Cruel Youth

Age: 23-26 Star Sign: Aquarius ♒ Personality Type: INFP Pronouns: He/she/it Orientation: Homosexual demisexual homoromantic Height: 6'1"

The Jogger of Chiffon street. Known for being a bit strange, though perfectly polite regardless. He has a mysterious job that has him working odd hours and keeps him away from home most days. In general, he rarely talks about himself and has a hard-to-read demeanor.

"In a way, there are more mysteries than tragedies."

Bradi Cohen

#sweetpeaches🍑

Affiliation: Lust Theme Song: Primadona by MARINA

Age: 22-25 Star Sign: Cancer ♋ Personality Type: ESFP Pronouns: He/they Orientation: Bisexual biromantic demiromantic Height: 5'7"

The Devil of Chiffon Street. Known for being bratty and terse, supposedly guarding the bend of his neighborhood fiercely. In truth, he is honest and sassy, though nice/protective in his own way. There have been strange occurrences concerning him, and most keep their distance.

"I love and hate everyone equally. Do you understand?"

Desiderius (The Demon of Lust and Perversion)

#cherrywine🍒

Affiliation: Lust Theme Song: Ambrosia Wine by Madds Buckley Let It In by Hosh Woodward

Age: ??? Star Sign: Gemini ♊ Personality Type: ESFP Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Omnisexual demiromantic Height: 7'7"/6'6"

The demon of lust and perversion. By human standards, he is seen as a bit of an ass, though quite funny and charming in this. Well, that is until his observant nature causes him to make some scarily accurate observations. To demons, he's just a drama queen.

"Desire is ugly by nature...it's selfish, it drives humans crazy until they can finally fulfill it."

Juno Seren

#demonhunter🌷

Affiliation: N/A Theme Song: Here To Stay by Lenka

Age: 25-29 Star Sign: Gemini ♊ Personality Type: ENFP Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Lesbian homoromantic Height: 5'8"

One of the owners of the Camelia Bar. Known for being upbeat, positive, caring, and spiritual. Though, behind these cheerful facades may just be something else hidden deep inside. More observant and acknowledgeable than she looks, she does her best to keep the demons at bay.

"You deserve to love and be loved, properly this time."

Castell Serene

#castella✨

Affiliation: Gluttony Theme Song: Chasing The Sun by Sara Bareillies

Age: 24-28 Star Sign: Scorpio ♏ Personality Type: ESFJ Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Bisexual homoromantic Height: 5'9"

Juno's wife. Playful and mischievous, though having calmed down in her older age, Castell just wants everyone in her life to be safe and happy. She has a good sense of humor and a calming energy about her, despite her inner discontent.

"We get scared, we become defensive...it happens."

William Lewis

#lia🎀

Affiliation: Pride Theme Song: GMF by John Grant (Yes I am serious)

Age: 20-24 Star Sign: Pisces ♓ Personality Type: ISTJ Pronouns: He/him Orientation: Bisexual biromantic Height: 5'9"

One of the neighbors of Chiffon Street, along with being Bradi's classmate. Upon an initial meeting, he comes off as a well-mannered college student. Later down the line, however, most find him a little too nosy, bossy, and repressed for their liking.

"Just because I'm choosing my studies doesn't mean I can't be a romantic."

Picrew

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A Red Christmas

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pirateprincessblog · 2 years

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Gaze 》 P. Seonghwa

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Park Seonghwa x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: public sex, swearing

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2124

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Seonghwa swears he is a patient person and has no need for controlling. At least not until it comes to her.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I write these in third person pov, with no names because I don't like Y/n. No names are mentioned at all, the reader is "the girl" or "the boy", and other characters have names. I write in third pov because it allows me to write about thoughts from all characters. That's all! Thank you for supporting my work and happy sinning! 🍒

❈───•✦•♤•✦•───❈

"I swear you look like a fucking predator with that look on your face."

Seonghwa scoffed at the younger man, not tearing his gaze away from the young female standing near a tall table. He could tell she was tired and her feet were killing her. The sparkly heels she was wearing looked so perfect on her. The burning liquid going down the man's throat was only making his thoughts run more wild and free. Even his right hand and loyal partner, Kim Hongjoong, was getting annoyed. This has been going on the whole week now; Seonghwa acting like he doesn't care but somehow ending up in the places where she was and keeping his distance. He wasn't supposed to kill her, but the way she resembled her father made his blood boil. He wanted her to suffer. But more than that, he wanted to make her squirm under his touch as he shows her what a good lover is.

"You never wait this long to fuck. What's going on?"

"What's going on is her father is tied up in our club at Vegas while she's here innocently drinking that cranberry juice pretending she's tipsy. She has his eyes. Those disgusting evil eyes."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat, his eyes monitoring Seonghwa's body language. He was getting very uncomfortable on the couch. It was odd how the girl didn't notice the eyes on her yet.

"You've got to be fucking with me."

The younger man didn't even register his words properly. The older one had already gotten up, tossing his blazer over his shoulder while holding it with two fingers. He made his way towards the young girl, putting his hand on her waist and pushing her into his body as the young man in front of them watched with a raised eyebrow.

Hongjoong knew that as much as Seonghwa hated her for resembling her father so much, he also had a big thing for innocent and lost looking girls in crowded places like these. Especially if they wore outfits that weren't even for a club, it just showed how they don't do it often and are fresh. Seonghwa doesn't do it often, but when he does, he does it so good that it leaves women begging for more and complaining that so many hours is actually not much. He is used to it. In fact, it only boosts his ego.

"Don't you have studying to do at this hour, little boy?" He scoffed at the young man in front of them.

Jung Wooyoung laughed at his leader's words. He was used to being degraded by his boss when in company, and Wooyoung low-key liked it. He would never admit it out loud.

"And don't you have people to kill, Mr Park?"

Seonghwa could feel the girl getting tense under his touch. The warmth of her skin had disappeared in a second, a look of confusion evident on her face. The conversation didn't continue. Instead, the young man slightly bowed to the older one with a smirk, then left.

"I must admit that the dress looks perfect on you. Almost feeling bad for the fate that awaits it."

The girl gulped. She finally recognised the features of the handsome man in front of her. Just like her mother had described him, with eyes that put hearts on fire, perfectly symmetrical face and such confident posture. He was undeniably breathtaking. The temperature inside the club was rising, resulting in tiny beads of sweat to form on his forehead and his chest slowly rising and falling as he had a tough time breathing.

After a few moments of silence, she parted her lips to speak. Instead, she got nervous with the man's eyes on her. The glass of juice was in her hand, ready to slide down her throat deliciously. But Seonghwa had a different idea. He put the glass back, then leaned in and cupped her face. She didn't have time to react. She only held onto his arms so that she wouldn't fall down. Warm liquid was poured from his mouth into hers, giving her throat a strange feeling she didn't like. She didn't dare to protest.

The man pulled away, making sure she swallowed. She was perfect, already listening to him like a good girl. He loves good girls.

"Let's get you a real drink, love."

She couldn't believe how easily she believed and followed him. For an overthinker, her mind was quite blank in this situation. Park Seonghwa pulled the girl towards the corner of the room, just at the end of the bar. She was pressed against the wall, his body blocking the view of the crowd behind them.

"Before that, tell me if you enjoyed Wooyoung's sweet talk?"

The girl was scared. The way he looked down at her made her feel so small and worthless. She wasn't sure what would happen next, but judging by the way his lips curved up in a smirk because of her silence, it won't end good.

"Let me try a different approach and see if you'll still like Wooyoung."

"Who says I like him?" She finally spoke.

Seonghwa had to bite back an unnecessary praise. Her voice had to be the most satisfying one he had ever heard. Her eyes innocently looked up at him, wondering why his teeth tugged at his bottom lip so harshly.

"Wooyoung has his ways of making people fall for him. But so do I."

Her view was fully blocked once he put his hands on the wall right next to her head. His cologne was sharp and overwhelming. She didn't like that either. Wooyoung's was sweet and gentle. She swears she could just fall into his arms and stay there.

"Tell me, does Wooyoung make you shiver with a simple touch?"

Seonghwa dragged the tip of his finger down her neck, stopping at the collarbone and gently brushing the fabric of her dress. As if touching her wasn't enough, the man lowered his head until it was in the space between her neck and head. Until then, the girl was more focused on the pain in her feet because of her heels than him. But the moment a pair of warm lips and hot tongue started to leave a trail down her neck, she forgot about everything. She gasped, her fingers found their way into his hair while her other hand held onto his shoulder. His lips knew just where to go and what to do. He had her sighing and gulping with just a few kisses on her exposed skin. He didn't even do the real thing yet.

"Oh, love. You have nobody to take care of your slutty little needs? I could make you orgasm with neck kisses only." He laughed in her face.

Her cheeks heated up. No, she didn't have anyone. Mainly because she didn't like bringing men home out of respect towards her father. Doing it anywhere else was a major no. Nowhere was safe. But maybe she could make an exception tonight. Just for tonight...

Park Seonghwa then placed his hand on the back of her thigh, gently lifting her leg up so that he could get closer to her. She could feel a hard and warm area pressed against her inner thigh, very close to the space between her legs. She was almost burning down there, her clit aching for the touch of the handsome stranger in front of her.

"Stay quiet for me."

She didn't have time to ask why. Instead, she did exactly the opposite of what she was told: she moaned and threw her head against the wall, her eyes rolling back from the sudden sensation. Seonghwa was pushing into her clothed clit, slowly but harshly moving his hips against her. She wasn't sure when or how, but she found herself moving together with him. His lips were back on her neck, hot tongue and lips taking care of just the right spot below her jawline. Her fingers desperately gripped his shoulders, then slid down his chest and stomach and stopped on his erection. She unzipped his pants with ease, taking it out in a second and giving it a few strokes. The tip in her hand was already dripping, and it was just the thing she needed.

Seonghwa allowed her to do what she wanted. It was amusing to see her struggle with her panties. She tried to move them aside, but lost her patience when they kept falling back in place.

"Allow me, doll."

And with a single hand movement, the ripped fabric was removed from her body and stuffed inside Seonghwa's pocket. Her clit was now exposed to the cool air and Park Seonghwa. Her hand reached down to give herself some attention, but it got slapped away. The man cupped her jaw, turning her head towards the dancing crowd.

"Find Wooyoung." He ordered.

It didn't take long. Jung Wooyoung was seated next to Kim Hongjoong, both of them chatting and enjoying their drinks. Wooyoung felt a gaze on him, so he looked around the room until he found the pair of eyes in the crowd. She stared at him as her jaw was slowly dropping. Inch by inch, Seonghwa pushed inside of her. Right there, among all those people.

"Fuck–" She moaned, rolling her hips against his to get more.

"Is Wooyoung enjoying the show, princess?"

"I— I don't think he is."

The man turned her face towards him. She wished to kiss that smirk off his face.

"Are you enjoying being watched?"

"Yes." She admitted.

The short answer made Seonghwa lose his mind. She loved being watched. Who would've guessed? He pounded into her mercilessly, not caring if the bartenders are looking. His only goal was to keep Wooyoung busy staring at them. He wanted to let him know that when he wants something, he gets it.

Seonghwa pulled the fabric of the dress down and exposed one of her breasts, then immediately attached his lips to the sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around it, his lips gently tugged it and his fingers worked their wonders on her clit.

"Oh, please." She begged, the sensation from all three places being too much to handle. She was so close, yet so far. Wooyoung's eyes never left hers. It made her blood rush and her heat beat fast.

He licked his lips, then brought his fingers to his mouth. He slowly inserted two of them inside his mouth, then took them out and smirked. The sudden interest she was getting from two ridiculously handsome men was a bit confusing, but she didn't complain. She didn't want the feeling to stop. But she was getting closer and closer, and Seonghwa showed no intention of slowing down. He grabbed her hair, pulling pulled her head back so that he could have easier access to her neck and chest. He left wet stripes all over her skin, lost in the feeling of her warm and tight hole.

"Are you close, my pretty little slut?"

The addition of my before the nickname made something inside of her burst. She saw white before her eyes, her orgasm washing over her body like a fresh ocean wave. Her chest was rising and falling, still exposed to Seonghwa. He kept pounding into her, his moves getting sloppy due to his own orgasm.

Warm liquid filled her as his cock throbbed inside. He slowly moved a few more times, then carefully pulled out. The white streak was visible down her leg, but she was too tired to care. As much as she just wanted to lay on her comfy bed, she wanted more of him.

"It seems like your little wooer is having a difficult time over there."

They both looked over at Wooyoung who was biting his lip. He didn't seem mad or jealous. He seemed entertained. He got a free show from his hot boss and a hot girl. How could he possibly complain?

"As much as I have a thing for watching too, I can't let him have you, pretty girl. You're only mine to watch now."

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Hi there, I hope you’re well! 💙

I have a request for the vacation ask, if that’s cool

Could I have something with the beach house/relaxing and a little sinful/ with Levi/ prompts 37 (fluff) and 33 (smut)? I hope that makes sense? Sorry if I haven’t done it right!

Thank you!

prompt 37: “morning, princess.”

prompt 73: “sit on my face princess.”

prompt summer list celebration🍒

content warning: face-sitting..soft levi :’)

author note: hey anon!! sorry this took so long to get out!! also bare with me bc this is the first time since i’ve written smut since march..oops?

It was just you and him finally getting away from reality. It was weird not hearing the constant chaos in the old hours of the morning. It was moments like this where all you wanted to do is lie in bed with the love of your life and just let it be you and him.

Levi had surprised you with a beach vacation, which was something you don’t get to experience a lot. Hearing the peaceful waves, along with no disturbance felt inhuman. Every single day that you were there, Levi had treated you like a princess. He would pleasure you before he would pleasure himself, which really wasn’t anything new.

The effects of having amazlingly hot sex was setting in, you were sore; very sore to be exact. The love marks that were different shades of seductive-purple were gaining attention. But, you could care less because you loved every moment of it. The way his tongue wrapped around your nipple was unforgettable, and the feeling of him eating out your sweet cunt, gave your stomach butterflies every time you thought about it.

You couldn’t get over his dominance and how he would treat your bratty attitude. Your favorite punishment is when you tell him the classic; Make me. He would practically fuck you into tomorrow. Besides all the sex, your favorite part was the aftercare. He would whisper how much he loved you, along with some sweet praises.

But, today was different. It was morning, and you could tell because of the birds sweetly chirping. You had your head on his chest, lightly tracing over his abs, hearing not only his heart beating in rhythm, but hearing his cute, small snores. He doesn’t believe that he snores, you’ve even showed him proof at one point with a recording and he would joke saying, That’s not me. Or, That’s you snoring, you brat. He knows he snores but he loves hearing your laugh, he replays it constantly in his head.

“Morning, princess.” You heard his low, husky morning voice greet you. You lifted your head, giving him a soft peck on the lips, “Good morning, my love,” You giggle while looking into his dull-grey eyes, feeling his hand slowly traveling up and down your naked spine. There was a moment of bliss, maybe even seductiveness.

You slowly started to straddle his lap, wanting to feel his cock in your cunt again. You missed the feeling of being filled, and he missed how tight you were around him. You’ve been fucking him for years, and he still can’t get used to how tight you would be each time.

His lips connected with yours, feeling his bulge growing while grinding on it slowly, “Sit on my face princess.” His comment caught you off guard, “You want me to do what?” He chuckled, moving his towards your cheek, his thumb then gently gliding against your lips, “I want you to sit on my face.” You giggled, “What if I kill you or something?” He sighed with a smirk, “Then I’ll die a happy man.” You rolled your eyes, feeling his fingers inch closer to your cunt. You agreed, watching him lay down in a more comfortable position. You proceeded to straddle his face, an immediate burst of excitement filled your veins, "Have I ever told you how in love with you I am?" He said as you felt his fingers spread your folds, “Oh fuck, yes, oh fuck.” You heard his dominant chuckle.

“So fucking sexy.” He muttered before you felt his tongue connect with your clit, “L-Levi,” You moaned out softly, as you slowly began to grind your cunt against his tongue. He hit all the right places, “Fuck yes,” You moaned out in shock feeling his fingers hit your g-spot gracefully. You leaned forward, placing the palms of your hands on his lower stomach, giving him a new angle to pleasure you.

Your moans were like music to his ears, he could practically come just from the thought of him making you moan out. Your vocabulary became limited due to the mix of his tongue and fingers working their magic. Your orgasm was approaching, the familiar feeling of your stomach. “I’m, I’m co-coming!” A scream rips out of your throat, your back arching, feeling your thighs begin to shake. Levi doesn’t stop, his hands move to the curve of your ass, slowly making your grind on his tongue again.

Random spasms were hitting your body every time he would hit the spot. He loved watching and feeling your squirm. Soft moans along with a string of explicits spewed out of your mouth like honey. And before you knew it, you came again. You could feel Levi soaking up every last drop of your cum.

You achingly fell next to him, watching his thumb move against his cum glistening lips. He then licked his thumb, “Why are you staring at me like that?” He asked, ending in laughter, “Nothing! You just look really hot,” He smirked, pulling you in for a kiss, “Oh, really?” You nodded, biting your lip, “Mhm, so-so sexy.” There was a moment of bliss, it was just you and him against all odds, “I love you y/n.” He said softly, placing another soft peck on your lips, “And I love you more, Levi.”

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