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technicallyvivi · 2 days

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NSFW WARNING!

mafia mingi

sometimes mingi came home all bloody, streaks of blood in his messy platinum hair and an exhausted look on his face. today was one of those days. "i missed you." he said from the doorway of you room taking you by surprise, you jumped up and chuckled. "hey." your smile disappearing when you take a closer look at see all the blood smeared across his body. "rough day?" you ask and he sighs in return walking over to you. "wash me." a soft smile spreads across your face blush creeping up your cheeks. you love it when mingi asks you to pamper him, he's not an easy person to take care of since he's always wanting to be independent and do things for himself. "sure." you both walk to the bathroom together him sitting on the toilet seat and you standing in between his thighs. he pulls you closer by your hips, slipping his hands under your shirt to touch your warm skin and slowly rub your sides. taking off his shirt is easier today, usually, he'd want a slow and sensual make out session first. but he's decided he's to tired to do anything without at least washing up first. especially since he knows how much you hate being touched by blood that isn't yours or his. you both stare at each other for a while, just letting him savor this moment with you before he goes off early in the morning. "lick it." he says. "huh?" confusion fills you, what the hell was he talking about? "the blood." you shake your head. "it's not yours." a small giggle escapes his lips. "it is. want you to lick me clean." looking down at his spasming abs you agree, get on your knees and stick your tongue out lapping up all the blood between his abs and turning your lips a deep red color. messy blood all around them. he takes your hair and pulls it slightly so you look up into his eyes. "good?" sticking your tongue out you bring it up to lick your lips to swallow it all and nod. "let's try something new tonight bunny." there's that nickname that gets you wet immediately. his bunny. he knows you won't be able to say no to whatever it is he wants to try. you take his spot on the toilet seat while you wait for him to come back, it takes him some time and in between that you hear clanking and crashing, almost making you run to check up on him. but soon enough he's back, and with his gun on his side. "what's that for?" you ask almost in a whisper. "do you trust me y/n?" his tired deep voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. you're not sure what the right answer is here, you know mingi would never hurt you though. "yes.." he smiles getting on his knees lifting up your skirt and taking off your panties until they reached your ankles soaking your thighs in your own arousal. and he laughed, he fucking laughed. "look at you, you're dripping baby." you rub your thighs together to feel some friction and pleasure yourself but mingi forces them back open. "shh, you'll get what you want in a second. be patient for me, yes?" you just nod in response. you didn't think he'd be upset at that too. "words, baby." he says rubbing your inner thigh. "ill be patient." you say back. he smiles and looks up at you not breaking eye contact when he starts pulling out his gun you look down at it, but you feel his big hands on your chin moving your face to turn and look at him. "look at me." he says voice deeper than before which at the time seemed almost impossible. so you take a deep breath and tangle your fingers through his hair, he takes that as an invitation to move his hand further up and start to prep you, playing with your folds and teasing your hole ever so slightly until he slides his fingers in fully. so you don't make too much noise he covers your mouth. the walls are thin and your bodyguard, san, sleeps in the room next door. but he can still see the effect he has on you. "m-mingi" you gulp. "please." this time he doesnt smile, doesn't even answer your pleads, instead the takes his gun and cocks it, pressing it to the side of your head. your eyes widen and you grab his wrist. "mingi?" you say in the sweetest voice, which almost makes him fold, but he doesn't.

"make a noise and you're dead." he smiles, psychotically and whats even more psycho, is it gets you wetter, which is saying a lot. the fear in your eyes turns him on, he pulls his fingers out of your throbbing hole slowly, and stands up. still pointing the gun to your head he looks down, "unbuckle me." you nod immediately fumbling to take off his belt and take his pants off, they pool at his ankles so he can step out of them easily. next are his boxers you do this slower just to tease him. something which mingi doesnt like "hurry up." he groans grabbing your hair tightly. you hurry yourself up and pull them all the way down, his angry cock springs up hitting his belly, coating it with precum. "stand up." you do, he takes your seat and pats his lap. "youre gonna ride daddy, no noise." its almost a demand. you nod and hover over his dick letting him line it up, he pushes the tip in carefully, your pussy sucking it in tightly. "f-fuckkk." he groans and a whimper escapes your throat reminding him to press the gun harder onto the side of your head. "i said shut the fuck up." you lean down sinking onto his dick and biting his bare shoulder to suppress your moans. he grabbed your hips and started moving you up and down slowly, everytime you clenched around his shaft he would groan in your ear. it didnt take him long to pick up his pace skin slapping filled the room and your mouths grip on his shoulder got loose, you felt like you were about to cum with the way he kept thrusting into you harder and deeper. "that's my little slut taking me so well." he reminded himself to keep the gun steady, "you gonna cum?" you nodded against his shoulder and accidentally moaned too loud when his tip pressed right on your g spot. he laughed and crawled his hand up your chest and to your neck moving your limp and bouncing body to look him in the eyes. "shut the fuck up dumb whore." he pressed the gun to your temple. "i know daddy's stretching you out so good right now but you- shit- have to be quiet." he sped up his pace choking you with one hand which also kept you in place and holding the gun with his other. you closed your eyes as tightly as you could and clenched down on his cock. "you can cum puppy." he grunted in your ear, puppy, he called you puppy. just with that you looked down and bit on his hand so you didn't moan to loud, tensing up you came all over his dick. shortly after with just a couple thrusts his cum filled you up like a balloon, like a cum dump, his slut. you trembled in his arms for a while and he set the gun down, panting against your sweaty neck. you just sat there for a little he held you close and pressed against you, he also leaned back against the toilet seat so you could lay your head more comfortably. "im sorry puppy, I didn’t do too much did i?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you, a mix of both your cum and his oozing outside of your puffy pussy. You shake your head, “no not at all, but uh-.” you look up at him, still trembling "no, it wasn't actually loaded. you know i could never hurt you." you laugh, and you hear him quietly join you. he sits you on the seat and turns on the water in the bath. “lets clean up, then we can go cuddle, sounds good?" he quietly asks you, scratching one of his injuries from earlier that night grabbing your hand to give it a kiss as well. you giggle, “sounds good. dont irritate the scratches baby.” he nods smiling, slowly rubbing your knuckles in his hands. “sorry.” he turns the water off once its filled and carries you in.

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halavibe · 2 days

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jung wooyoung at coachella 240412

cr: mydestinyjwy

#ateez #atiny #chellateez #coachella #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #mine #hes so stinking cute shut UP #he looked sooo happy this whole time

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teez-the-time · 3 days

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Strawberry and Wine: PREVIEW

Pairing: Consort! Seonghwa x Emperor! Fem! Reader

Genre: fantasy, romance, smut

Synopsis: as an Emperor, you liked to indulge in the pleasantries of life. The shiniest jewels, the best wines, the tastiest delicacies. But in the years of your reign, you had never found something as exquisite as the lips of Park Seonghwa.

Warnings: masturbation (f and m receiving), oral sex (f), breast play, piv sex, riding, dry humping, grinding, a lil food play, alcohol consumption (no drunk characters), pretty vanilla actually, body wordship, my characters are whipped as usual, pls tell me if I miss something

Wc: 7k-8k

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Release date: April 21, 2024

A/N. Let's pretend like I didn't disappear for three entire months after promising to have some stories coming soon. College kicked my ass, but at least I have two free weeks before going back to that hellhole. Either way, if you want to be added to the taglist, comment here or DM me!!

The wing reserved for the royal consorts was exquisite and lavish. Several rooms expanded around, forming a circle with a marble fountain in the middle depicting two lovers embracing each other with the utmost intensity. A dome was constructed on top of it, so the lovers were perpetually bathed in sunshine or moonlight. The floors were carpeted with the finest rugs imported from exotic lands in faraway continents. No speck of dust could be found on any corner, and all vases were always kept full with your favourite flowers. All the artwork was seasonally changed and handpicked by the emperors themselves according to their consorts' tastes. After all, it was the emperors' duty to pamper them and keep them content.

Having prided enough in your work at the consort wing, you began walking through the left part of the circle. Despite being able to hold many guests, most of the chambers were empty. In your short reign as emperor, you had only taken four consorts, without planning to add more in the foreseeable future. As a female emperor, it wasn’t a good look for your legacy to be remembered for promiscuity rather than your political achievements. Also, you were quite content with whom you had chosen to be your lovers.

Normally, the consort wing was brewing with life, always full of servants and guards waiting on your partners. While it could be refreshing to breathe that atmosphere, it was undeniable that the emperor’s visit was a cause of drama in the palace. Everyone was always eager to learn who were you coming to see, what you talked about and what to expect, and no doubt the speculation resulted in scheming that you weren’t ready to discover just yet. That’s why you tried to keep your appearances late and spaced in between, just to keep gossip at bay.

And, maybe, add some excitement too.

Seonghwa’s room was the farthest away, much to your dislike. Nevertheless, the wait made your little escapade even more thrilling. You reached the door, softly knocking on the sturdy wood. A few seconds passed and no one answered it. You knocked again, and still no answer. By now, one of Seonghwa’s servants would have opened it to let you go in, but tonight didn’t seem to be the case. Starting to get worried, you grabbed the knob and tried to push it open by yourself. Surprisingly, it offered no resistance and you found yourself inside Seonghwa’s chambers. You were preparing to scold him for his imprudence of leaving a door unlocked at night when the most pleasant of smells inundated your nostrils.

At first, it was just the sweet aroma of vanilla and jasmine, but the more you breathed in, the richer the smell got. Soon enough, your mind was floating along with the scent, making you relax into the atmosphere. It reminded you of something hidden in the depths of the soul. Desire. It wasn’t strong nor overpowering, but it lingered there, just barely out of reach .

When you shook out the initial stupor of the aroma, you scanned the room looking for your companion for the night. Normally, he would be waiting for you in one of the exquisite sofas and chairs of the sitting area before the door, but tonight he wasn’t there either.

Apparently, the young lord had made sure that your night was full of oddities.

#teez the time #ateez #ateez fanfic #atiny #seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa fluff

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hongjoongdaily · 3 days

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happy tuesday ♡

#ateez #hongjoong #atiny #cr. logo #kim hongjoong #ateez hongjoong

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falcie5 · 2 days

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#atz hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez #screencaps #atiny #ateez atiny #ateez toktoq #ateez live #ateez in Japan #ateez world tour #ateez towards the light #hongjoong boyfriend material #ateez boyfriend material #boyfriend material

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shineliight · 20 hours

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IU - Dear Name ღ Cover by San & Jongho

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jaytopia · 3 days

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ambettafish · 1 month

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🧡

#ateez #ateez atiny #atiny #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung

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spteez · 3 months

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producer hongjoong recording MATZ >__<

#gifs #gif #ateez #ateez gifs #kpop #kpop bg #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #AVHHH HE SO CUTE #i love producer hongjoong #ill find hwa clips too maybe #hongjoong gifs #heh #atiny #uhhh #i love these lots i tried to do blue hair joongie but the quality was bad #my rendering couldn’t even hrlp #spteez

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technicallyvivi · 11 hours

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NSFW WARNING!

yeosang being your little kitty

you had finally gotten home after a busy day at work, you had assumed yeosang was sleeping so you took the chance to walk over to the kitchen and make yourself some ramen before going to bed. you sit on the counter and lean your head back to rest on the shelves, propping your head back up when you hear small shuffling footsteps moving towards you in the hallway. you smile and hop off the counter "baby?" you turn the stove off seeing your food is ready and start putting it into a bowl, yeosangs face peaks out looking into kitchen, you turn and look at him; his cheeks are a rosy pink, eyes half closed and hair all messy. he's wearing an oversized shirt, boxers underneath that you can only see once he stretches and the cutest pink fluffy socks. "hi.." he yawns stretching his arms out and walking to hug you. you set your bowl of ramen down and take him into your arms, resting your head on his and finally taking in his scent and warmth after a long day. you both let go and sit down, "you want some ramen?" you ask him pulling his chair closer and running your fingers through his hair. he shakes his head leaning it on your chest and smiling to himself. "you look pretty in those socks." you say, watching how his ears turn the same shade of pink as his cheeks. "really?" he asks. "mhm, not that you ever dont." his small giggle makes you laugh too. all of the sudden he stands up and speed walks into your shared room, you yell, "where are you going?!" giggles can be heard from across the house and he walks back to you with a pair of kitty ears put on. you smile. "come sit on my lap yeo." he nods and moves to do what you asked. your fingers caress his hair softly as you start leaving kisses on his cheeks trailing your aim down his jaw, and getting sloppier by the minute. "y-y/n.." he whimpers in your ear trying to grind himself on you, you grab his hips to stop him. "patience baby." you smile planting soft kisses down his neck. he stands up and takes his shirt off, which you do too, leaving him in his boxers and pretty socks and you in your work skirt. "okay i want boxers off, leave the socks on. i wanna see you all fucked out in them and those kitty ears." he nods and follows your orders sitting on the chair and fumbling to take his boxers off, you laugh at how clumsy he is, so needy and desperate to receive any form of pleasure. his veiny member rests on his belly upright, slightly curved to the left. he's not too big but lord he knows how to use it, he acts so innocent and cute but whenever he tops you. it's definitely an experience. you get on your knees in front of him slurping the last of your ramen as quickly as you can. "i'm gonna make up for the time missed while i work, yeah?" he nods petting your hair. yeosang isn't very talkative whenever he subs, that doesnt mean he isnt noisy though. you lean down and stroke him a couple times hanging onto his shaft while you give his tip kitten licks, and he starts. "m-miss, hurry please." he pleads for you all whiny using the nickname he knows you like. you take his length is bit by bit and slowly build up a pace going up and down, he intertwines his fingers through your hair and throws his head back. "fuck." you come off with a pop, "good kittys dont curse." you say bluntly going back down on him. you bob your head up and down just letting your ears be filled by his sweet sounds. "ah- ah! miss, please." you lick a strip up his shaft to his tip licking around it and teasing him. "fuck my face, kitty." he nods almost immediately pushing your head down, you choke on your own spit gagging and drooling all over his cock. you take this chance to start rutting against his fluffy socks to try and stimulate yourself in anyway you can, you imagine pegging him with those cute socks on, him holding his kitty ears in place when you fuck him so heard with that with every thrust he shifts forward. he thrusts his hips up tip hitting the back of your throat moans echoing throughout the whole apartment, eyes closed and head thrown back. "i- god- i cant.. miss!" he whines thrusting upwards again.

you continue to rub yourself harder and faster against his foot, you moan around his dick pushing him over the edge almost in an instant. his cum spurts down your throat and fills your mouth, your release coming right after soaking his socks in your cum. you feel his cock softening in your mouth and you come off. you look at him and stick your tongue out showing its all swallowed. "you did good pretty kitty." you smile, standing up and sitting on his lap as he pants. "you look adorable all fucked out like this." you kiss his cheeks and rub his sides gently, careful to not scare him whilst he calms down. you sit there for a while hugging him and resting your head on his shoulder as he draws shapes on your back. "i love you." he says, almost in a whisper. "you must be tired" you answer and he simply nods. "i am. but you woke me up coming home and i really wanted to show you my socks, and these." he points at his kitty ear headband making you laugh. "you should wear them for me more often, i'd like that." he giggles taking you off his lap. "let's get cleaned up and sleep sound good?" you nod kissing his forehead. "you might have to throw away that sock too." you wink. "i guess ill have to get more pairs." he laughs, and you nod, happy to be getting to see more of those, and in different colors. "i still cant get over how cute you looked." you smile walking towards your shared room in fresh pjs after cleaning up. "i tried my best." he smiled back. and his best was always enough.

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ba0shanblack · 18 days

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Joong said Hwa is: “Quieter than anyone else, but when he spreads his wings he is more gorgeous than anyone, like a peacock”

Hwa said “maybe these are the words I needed to hear the most” and that it hit more coming from Hongjoong ❤️‍🩹❤️

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essenteez · 4 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☾ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☾ pairing : san x f!reader

☾ genre : smut, one-shot

☾ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☾ words : 4k

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby…” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin…ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo…”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so… “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me… cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't…I can't…”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm…” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need…more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby…” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

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