#bottom is the pastel dom

[greenandsorrow]

"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; 18+, shameless smut, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, praise k!nk, size k!nk, virgin!ken, switch!reader, sub!ken, dom!ken, the plot doesn't connect with the movie, kinda slow burn, grammar mistakes

Part 1

"you're a doll, you are flawless"

~flawless, the neighborhood~

Y/n has finally graduated from high school. Not only that, but thanks to her hard work, she's been admitted to a prestigious university only two hours away from her parents' house.

Still, even though the distance between her childhood home and her new school is not that important, y/n is currently packing and will soon be moving into her new, small studio apartment.

It's late in the morning and she's going through her old toys, preserved in cardboard boxes at the back of her closet. Her y/h/c hair's on a bun and she's wearing sweatpants.

Earlier the same morning, with her mom's priceless help, she had managed to go through her desk, bookshelf and drawers, organising, packing or simply putting away all the stuff that has been collected in her bedroom the last eighteen years.

"A dozen Barbie dolls and only one Ken.", she thinks aloud as she's tackling the last box, filled with childhood memories.

Ken is staring at her from the bottom of the box and y/n almost feels guilty at how much she used to ignore him during her childhood play time.

In one impulsive motion she picks him up, while observing his perfect abs, blonde hair contradicting the tan colour of his skin and his cute set of beach wear (stripped shorts and open flannel in pink and blue pastels).

"Poor guy, I've been unfair to you, haven't I?", she chuckles mostly to herself.

~~

At around six in the afternoon y/n's done with packing. She's actually driving to her new place as we speak. What's more, she unconsciously threw Ken in her backpack and is now carrying him along with her. Not that he would complain if he knew.

Y/n's Ken doll has been a part of her toy collection since she was six (she stopped playing with dolls at nine). Unlike her beloved Barbie dolls, Ken's never been y/n's favourite. He's always been just.... there. He was simply included in a Barbie set that her parents gifted her with, at her sixth birthday.

Back at Barbieland, Ken has been facing the consequences of his owner's ignorance for as long as he can remember. While all of y/n's Barbies are confident and spending their days living happily ever after (the aftermath of y/n's love and attention), Ken has always been the black sheep. He isn't exactly bursting with confidence. Neither does he own a Dream house. He's also never invited to the parties the Barbies are often having and to say the least, Ken is lonely. He wishes he could say that he enjoys being by himself most of the time, but without even another Ken, his existence seems pointless.

Ken used to cherish the sporadic attention he would get during y/n's early years in life. An outfit change, a walk at the beach or a small talk with one of the Barbies, guided by his owner was all he needed to feel somehow included (or that's what he always tried to convince himself).

Ken, with his limited knowledge regarding the real world, had concluded that the lack of what little attention he was receiving, was due to the fact that the little girl whose possession he was in, had now turned into a young lady. And having the Barbies as an example of how a lady is, he wasn't surprised that the girl had no use for him whatsoever.

~~

Y/n wakes up in the morning, feeling groggy and disoriented. She wishes she could blame that on the environment change, but the truth is, last night she had a rather strange dream.

Y/n's pov:

She had reached her destination at about eight in the evening. After discussing some final details with her unexpectedly sweet landlady, she called her mom to inform her that she's alright and has settled in. Y/n had also managed to unpack most of her things, including her Ken doll that was laying on her desk when she changed into her matching pyjama set and got comfy in the warmth of her brand new, king sized bed.

After such a long day, y/n was equally drained both physically and mentally. The prospect of living alone, without the comfort of her parents' presence, was already enough to trouble her poor brain. On top of that, classes started tomorrow, leaving y/n no time to adjust to her new living conditions. And don't get me started on the actual unpacking and settling in process! All these heavy boxes, suitcases and IKEA furniture had gotten the best of y/n. Obviously, as soon as she found a comfortable position to sleep in, she immediately drifted off.

Y/n's sleep was disturbed by a shuffling sound, coming from the other side of the room. Normally, under any other circumstances, she would be terrified to spot the dark figure of a tall, strong looking man, staring at her in the middle of the night, after probably having broken into her apartment. However that was not the case. In her state of sleepiness and dizziness, her focus fading in and out of consciousness, her brain fuzzy and not entirely awake, y/n didn't feel any amount of fear but translated the image in front of her as part of a dream.

And what was this image in front of her, you may ask. Well, her previously unwanted Ken doll, was now at the feet of her bed, standing six foot tall, looking down at her with an adorably confused expression carved on his otherwise perfect features.

~~

Ken's pov:

Ken was incredibly lucky that y/n thought she was dreaming, because not only didn't she scream at him to get the hell out, but she actually smiled at him. A small, uncertain and sleepy smile, no less a genuine smile. Even in his own state of confusion, Ken felt his insides melt at the sight of this small woman in front of him, smiling at him, actually noticing him.

He advanced closer to the head of the bed, so that he could take a better look at the girl who was sitting there. Ken sat at the edge of the bed and immediately recognised the person in question. She was clearly y/n. The girl who used to play with him and the Barbies was looking at him with intense interest and a glint in her y/e/c eyes that he had never seen before.

He took in her features. Ken had somehow expected to come face to face with a child, but obviously y/n was no longer a little girl but a beautiful woman. Sure, living in Barbieland Ken had learnt that all women were beautiful, however his old "owner" wasn't pretty in the sense a Barbie was pretty. Studying her features, Ken noticed y/n's hair wasn't neatly done like the Barbies', her skin dimpled and crised when she smiled, her teeth weren't the perfect shade of white or identical to one another, the apples of her cheeks were pinkish with sleep and her eyes held a warmth and complexity that made his stomach flutter. Ken was entranced by the simple image of this young lady, without any makeup or pretty clothes. He even felt like he had some kind of power over her, since she was so much smaller than him. He caught himself thinking that he could fit her whole face in the palm of his hand. The sudden urge to be the one to protect her and have the exclusivity of seeing her so unkempt and "naked" washed over him.

"Oh my!! You're actually Ken!", it was y/n that broke the silence, with her thrilled remark about the person who seemed lost in thought in front of her.

Ken was abruptly brought back to reality. How could something like this even happen? It should be practically impossible. One moment he was taking a nap at the beach and the next thing he knew, he was sitting in a chair in a dark room he concluded belonged to y/n. He might not be the brightest guy (the Kens weren't supposed to be smarter than the Barbies anyway) but he realised something very wrong was happening. The dolls living in Barbieland weren't supposed to be able to come to the real world.

~~

"Y/n! Hey! I never thought I'd meet you in person."

She simply giggled at that. Her giggle was spontaneous and made Ken blush, since he was so unfamiliar with women reacting to him in such a way. Her expression was so girly, almost shy, making Ken bolder than he felt. He climbed all the way onto the bed so that they were basically sitting next to each other.

Y/n felt her face growing warmer and not because of the sleepiness. "That's a very realistic dream", she thought to herself. But exactly because she had convinced herself that Ken was part of her imagination she was also about to act bolder than her usual self.

She turned her body so that she was facing him and not just sitting next to him. Y/n then extended an arm in order to brush away some stray hairs that had fallen in his face. That simple motion was enough to make Ken's heart beat as loud as a hammer and he believed y/n could actually hear it from where she was sitting, so close to him. To his utter surprise, she didn't retrieve her hand after making sure his (ridiculously soft) hair was back in place.

Maybe y/n would be intimidated by Ken's perfect posture and dreamy eyes, by his chiseled jawline and veiny hands or by the fact that his pupils were dilated more than was necessary for the dark around them (there were fairy lights all around the room) if she were to meet him face to face in real life. But y/n was in a dream (or so she thought). Her dream, her rules and she showed no sign of intimidation.

With the hand that had just brushed Ken's hair, she proceeded to cup his face, while caressing his perfectly carved cheek bone with the pad of her thumb. Ken closed his eyes at the sensation, since no one had ever showed him tenderness like that. His reaction to her touch only encouraged y/n to continue exploring this life sized Ken doll.

With nimble fingers that made Ken's breath hitch multiple times, she started caressing him, beginning with his collarbones and slowly making a trail over his toned chest to his lower abs. His skin was soft and warm to the touch and y/n's mind was quick to put together multiple ungodly thoughts.

Ken's hands had reached and grabbed the bedsheets as soon as y/n's teasing ones had started going over his abs, torturously slow. Of course he didn't know why he felt the way he did, she was just touching him (as a doll he never had been subjected to anything remotely sexual before this very moment), but he could feel a weird anticipation gathering at the pit of his stomach (and lower). Oddly enough, he didn't move, he didn't even speak, scared that he would destroy this peculiar situation he'd found himself in. He told himself that "You're a doll and this human girl is simply... playing with you?". It didn't sound right but it certainly felt good.

When she reached at his lower abdomen, just below his belly button, y/n drew her hands back. He had felt so real to the touch she started to question her previous belief that she was merely dreaming.

Ken saw her expression change from lustful (he didn't know that's what it was called), to a placated one. She searched his face for an answer, without realising how her doe eyes had captured every bit of Ken's attention.

"Y/n", he whispered under a shaky inhale, leaning towards her like a moth hypnotized by the flame.

"I'm sorry Ken, I really am."

"About what?!", he asked, generally confused.

"When I was little I-"

"Can I kiss you, please?" he knew that much. He had never given a real kiss back in Barbieland but at least he was familiar with the concept.

Y/n was lost for words. A sudden realization that this felt too real to be any short of wet dream had dawned on her (if that was the case she would have woken up by now). When she didn't answer right away, Ken turned his hot gaze on her parted lips. They were swollen from sleep and rozy but not in the manufactured way the Barbies' lips look in the morning. He had to fight back the urge to attack her mouth with his own, since he was still waiting for her consent.

Y/n finally gave the smallest nod, indicating shyness and reluctance, though her gaze was once again intense, making Ken's breath get caught in his throat.

He leaned in, gently but no less eagerly and was pleasantly surprised (not for the last time) when y/n, leaning towards him as well, connected their lips in a soft, slow and lingering kiss.

Y/n's hot breath on his mouth made Ken gasp and draw himself even closer to *his* girl, while his right hand, moving on its own, reached for her already messy hair, tagging at it softly.

Y/n was equally surprised by the kiss. Ken's lips were unbelievably soft and his body emitted a warmth that sent shivers down her spine. She rubbed her thighs together (a motion in which Ken was oblivious to for the time being) as she reached for his neck, taking the lead. She drew him even closer to her, their chests colliding. Ken gasped -again- at the sensation of her round breasts pressing against his mascular body and he reacted by snaking both arms around her narrow waist.

When y/n took Ken's bottom lip between her teeth, tagging at it softly, he let out the smallest moan. In return he drew back, only to smash his lips on her own once more, with a passion and an urgency that made y/n weak in his strong arms. Her tongue asked for access he happily gave and he found himself backing his hips against her as their tongues swirled around one another for the first time.

When they parted, they were both breathless and panting heavily. Ken looked at y/n with an adoration that made her short circuit. He had never felt that important to anyone, but the tight grip she had on his biceps was proof that she wanted him. Really wanted him, needed him, even. Ken was important to her, at least at that moment.

This blissful state of his was short lived, due to y/n standing up and turning on the big light on the ceiling.

After taking a moment so that his vision could readjust to the light, Ken's eyes found y/n again. She was standing now and he took a mental note to never forget how tiny and young, how vulnerable she looked in her gray pyjama set with her tousled hair all over, like a miniature lioness. To be honest, Ken didn't have the right words to describe what he was seeing, but the warmth in his chest (and an unexplainable discomfort in his breeches) was enough for him.

"Oh shit-

Oh my gosh....I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

Y/n looked shocked and Ken grew hot with embarrassment because of it.

"I'm just as confused as you are, y/n", at least he was able to say something. Because now the light was on, he could see her feminine figure and wanted nothing more than to squish her round thighs and then-

"I mean... you're actually Ken...like... HOW?!"

"Please don't be angry at me, I can't explain how or why, but instead of waking up in Barbieland I woke up here", he said with an apologetic look on his face, while standing up like a child that just got scolded.

Y/n took a deep breath in, deciding he was too damn hot to actually be angry at him. It also wasn't his fault and at the end of the day she liked the idea of having a "boytoy" so eager and sweet. She really hadn't done Ken justice as a child but thought she could pay him back now.

You see, y/n's father is working for Mattel and she knows some things the average person doesn't. For one thing, she's aware that Barbieland exists and that on some very rare occasions the dolls come to the real world.

"It's alright Ken. I know it's not your fault"

Hearing her voice was not only soothing to him, but his name on her mouth made him lightheaded.

"but you have to get back. I don't know what it could mean to my world that you're here."

At the sound of that final statement, Ken visibly frowned and felt a weight settling in his chest. He had just come to this world and on top of that he and y/n had shared enough kisses to be considered boyfriend and girlfriend according to Barbieland standards.

He reminded himself, as always, he's just Ken. He's always second, even if for a moment he felt like a ten, lost in y/n's tender but also hot touch.

"I understand, y/n. I'll leave then and get back to Barbieland", not that he knew how.

She too felt she didn't want him to leave just yet, the tension was so thick she could almost see it all around them. Nevertheless, it was past midnight and she had three morning classes tomorrow, so she let Ken go without uttering another word.

To say the least, Ken was heartbroken. In one night he had experienced so many new sensations and emotions and he knew he wouldn't be able to get y/n out of his head no matter how hard he'd try. He ended up dozing off while sitting on her doorstep, looking at the stars and imagining y/n's small hands caressing him lower and lower until...

~~

notes~~

Hello beautiful people! I hope you enjoyed part 1 of my Ken smut fic :)

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[cheolism]

『 good influence 』

✧ kwon soonyoung x f!reader ✧ summary: slowly soonyoung begins to influence you into making some questionable decisions ✧ wc is approx 3.4k ✧ warnings: mdni. dom!hosh, top!hosh; sub!reader, bottom!reader. exhibitionism, perversion. dracyphilia. sex in public spaces. name calling (slut), praise (good girl). ✧ notes: this isn't a full-fledged fic as so much as a collection of bits. inspired by this ask. do not leave requests, as my requests are closed.

tag list: @coffeestay @tinkerbell460 @hyneyedfiz @wonuhour @sweet-like-caramel @immabecreepin

it starts with a too-small pastel pink skirt.

you're playing with the edges of it, turning in the mirror. it covers your front just fine, but when you turn to look at your ass you can see your striped underwear and how it clings to your ass cheeks.

you frown. you had liked the skirt a few years ago, had worn it religiously. it twirled prettily, sat high enough for you to be comfortable. but during the span of a winter you had forgotten about it, and it wasn't until you decided to go through your wardrobe before moving into your boyfriend's apartment that you had discovered it again.

soonyoung walks into the room, eyes on his phone. you turn one last time in the mirror, catching his attention. you watch, through the mirror, as he halts in his tracks. his dark eyes widen and his mouth drops a little, and soonyoung walks to you as if he had an invisible piece of rope tugging him along.

"it's too small," you explain, trying to tug the skirt down to cover your ass.

"yeah," he says, and then his hands are over yours. soonyoung pushes your hands aside and cups your ass, squeezing and kneading. he slips two of his fingers underneath your underwear, following the curve of your ass cheek to your cunt. "fuck, it's so perfect."

you're half-ashamed at how quickly you get wet. but your body responds to soonyoung's wandering hands nearly immediately, a tickling sensation traveling to your cunt and wetness leaking from it.

"fucking perfect," soonyoung hisses. and then he's pressing your face into the bed, your ass hanging over the edge. he doesn't pull your panties all the way down, just to your knees. he doesn't push aside your skirt; instead he fucks his fingers into your cunt with his other hand grabbing at the fabric of your panties and your flesh, nails scraping along your skin.

when he fucks into you -- his cock fat, stretching you farther than his fingers did -- he keeps the skirt down. he's frantic with it, his mouth a motor running a thousand miles a minute, spewing the dirtiest of things.

"fucking begging for it," he mumbles, pressing you down onto the bed while he slams his dick into you. you're whining into the blankets, voice pitching higher and higher until you're practically sobbing. but it's hard to hear your cries over the sound of his thighs slapping yours, his cock drilling into your cunt and making the wet noises of your pussy echo in your ears.

"fucking begging," he hisses, "standing in this fucking skirt. begging for my cock to ruin you, begging for my dick -- weren't you, baby? begging for me to fuck you raw."

you sobbed into the blanket, and soonyoung pulls out. he takes his cock into his hand and thrusts into it a handful of times before he's cumming over your skirt and ass. soonyoung pulls your panties up and covers your cunt once more, and at this point you're fucking sobbing, begging for relief.

"don't worry baby," he mumbles, "i'll give you want you want."

soonyoung brings his hand down on your covered cunt, striking it. you're sobbing, and he's spanking your raw pussy. after another slap he begins to rub at your poor clit through your underwear, the fabric a barrier between his hand and your clit.

when you cum you're screaming into the bed, tears and drool drenching both your face and the bed.

you think that's the end of it.

it's not the end of it.

nearly a week later soonyoung sheepishly approaches you. he's not looking at you and his ears are quickly taking on a pink hue. you wait, plopping a grape into your mouth, for him to speak. he doesn't.

"soonie?" you say, raising your brows at him. "what's up?"

he opens his mouth. shuts it. then he takes out his phone and quickly types before sliding it across the island counter and to you.

can i ask a favor

you nod. he takes back the phone, deletes, retypes. slides the phone back across the counter.

can u wear that skirt and climb the stairs from the 3rd floor to 4th and let me take pictures

you blink, furrowing your brows. you look back up at your boyfriend. his entire face is turning pink, and he's turned his shoulder to you. he refuses to look at you.

you check the time. it's evening, past the time when the apartment building buzzes with people returning from work and kids returning from school. the sun has begun to set, and it casts golden light into your apartment from where it faces the west.

the skirt hadn't been thrown away. the day after soonyoung fucked you against the edge of the bed you had finally managed to throw it into the wash as it was stained with his cum and your own juices and, even though you had the intention of donating it, you just couldn't donate it with your boyfriend's cum dried onto it.

then it had gotten mixed into the laundry again and you forgot about it.

"i don't know where it is," you say, grabbing another grape.

soonyoung turns his face from you completely. he reaches into his hoodie pocket and withdraws light pink fabric.

not just any light pink fabric, but the too-short skirt.

"didn't want you to donate it," he mumbles, twisting it in his hands.

you're horrified and embarrassed and horribly, ridiculously turned-on. "give it here," you say.

soonyoung moves to you. you grab the fabric from his hands, taking it in. it's wrinkled from where he's played with it.

"i'll need to iron it," you murmur, "for it to look nice in pictures."

soonyoung brightens, his shoulders dropping in relief. "really?"

grinning, you grab a grape. he opens his mouth obediently when you raise it to his lips, and then your fingers are skimming along his mouth as you press it in.

you want to change your panties to something more clean, but soonyoung stops you. "it'll be better if they're ones you've worn for a bit," he sheepishly says.

for a moment you're confused. but then you realize what he's insinuating and you feel heat rush to your face.

maybe, you think as you pull on the skirt, your boyfriend wasn't as innocent as you thought.

the two of you go to the stairwell. you wait for a moment, trying to listen and see if there's anyone coming up or going down. soonyoung fumbles with his phone, pulling up his camera.

"i'll go a few before you," you say. and then you begin up the set of stairs. he takes a few pictures of your bare thighs and how the fabric shows off the edges of your panties and the soft curve of your cheeks.

"what about a video?" soonyoung questions once you get to the top.

and so you go back down. you begin to retrace your steps, soonyoung taping the way your skirt bounces against your ass, when there's the sound of the stairwell door opening.

you turn to him, eyes wide with panic.

soonyoung climbs the stairs in swift steps, crowding you against the wall. he covers your side, one hand against the wall behind you and allowing him to partly cover your backside.

it's a young woman. she takes in how close soonyoung is to you, how you refuse to look at her. and then she averts her eyes and hurries down the stairs, ponytail bouncing as she practically sprints.

you burst into your apartment moments later, spinning on soonyoung as soon as the door is shut. "we're not doing that again."

"okay," he says.

but he's a liar.

he grows bolder in the days that past the incident. you've caught him with his dick in hand, the video of you climbing the stairwell replaying in a loop multiple times. you feel like a deer caught in the headlights each and every time soonyoung catches you, and soon enough the ache between your thighs is nearly constant from his harsh fucking.

someone at work comments on it, how you seem more relaxed than usual. you can't look at them and sputter about a new tea your boyfriend got you.

but as embarrassed as you are you don't bring it up to him. not when you begin shutting doors behind you in hopes of, whenever you open them again, he'll be on the other side with his fat dick in hand, eyes trained on his phone and your skirt-covered ass filling the screen.

but he becomes bolder, and this -- his perversion -- begins to leak into your life outside of your shared apartment.

it's a small thing at first.

"i can't believe minghao just left," mingyu huffs. there's not enough room in joshua's car for all of you.

you shrug, pulling your blanket close around your torso. it's not cold, not enough for a heavy jacket, but it's chilly enough to where the autumn air bites. "he did say he wasn't going to stay the whole game."

"he was my ride," mingyu pouts.

"then you should've been paying attention to his texts," joshua snaps, tired of mingyu's complaining. "unless someone wants to pay for a lyft someone is going to have to sit on a lap."

soonyoung is ridiculously happy to have an excuse for you to sit on his lap. you throw your blanket over your legs, feet knocking against his and chan's, who sat in the middle.

the car is barely moving before soonyoung's fingers are on your thighs.

the radio doesn't cover chan and mingyu's bickering, or hansol picking chan's side, but it does cover your soft gasp as soonyoung's fingers dip further, the tips of them brushing against the inner seam of your jeans.

"just making sure you're not going anywhere," he says, nose pressing against your neck. you nod, believing him for a minute.

and then his fingers, concealed by your thick blanket, dip to your cunt. it's covered by your panties and jeans but you can feel his fingers all the same. his fingers brush against your clit, but due to the fabric between his fingers and your clit all you can feel are tingles that have you yearning to buck up into his hands.

but you don't.

instead you step on his foot, heel pressing down on his toes. soonyoung hisses, softly, and then he's full heartedly fucking his fingers into your cunt.

there's layers between his fingers between your cunt but you can feel them, can feel the drag of them against your pussy and how he aims at your clit. it's not enough to bring an orgasm, not enough to do anything other than wind you up, but it makes you so stimulated that every point of contact between you and soonyoung seems magnified.

after, once you bid joshua and the rest of your friends goodnight and are in the elevator, you whirl on soonyoung. he's smirking, softly, satisfied.

"you're ridiculous," you hiss, eyes narrowed at him.

"you didn't stop me," he says, still grinning. "what a good girl you are. letting me use you like that."

and he's right.

it's midnight and you and soonyoung are halfway to your destination. you've pulled over, in desperate need of caffeine to stay awake. soonyoung says something about candy and you nod, stumbling towards the bathroom.

there's only one toilet in it and you wait for the woman before you to exit. you do your business and when you open the door soonyoung is there. you can barely form a word before he's crowding you back into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

"soonyoung? what are you doing --"

he's pressing you against the counter. soonyoung shoves down your sweats to your ankles and helps you jump onto the counter. "gotta wake you up, baby," he says, mouth pressing harsh, quick kisses to yours.

"gotta be a good girl and be quiet," he mumbles. soonyoung shoves his hand against your panties, fingers quickly finding your clit. he works furiously, fingers building an orgasm far more expertly than anyone else ever could. soonyoung's mouth muffles any noise from yours and his words are mumbled against your mouth.

but that doesn't stop him from talking.

"what a dirty girl," he says, "letting me fuck you in this bathroom. like a fucking slut -- is that what you are, baby? you my slut?"

you whine, his mouth moving to your jaw. he sucks a mark into your skin. "soonie --"

"say it," he commands, eyes sharp like a tiger's. "be a good girl and say it, baby."

you frown, eyes begging. but then you oblige, and he's dropping to his knees. soonyoung presses his tongue against the fabric of your panties and it's only a handful of seconds later before your cumming, biting down on your lip to stop yourself from moaning.

"sorry," soonyoung says as the two of you leave the bathroom. there's an older woman waiting. "my girl started her period and needed some help."

your eyes are tinged red from tears, and perhaps it's because of how pathetic you look the woman believes him. she gives you a look of sympathy and then moves into the bathroom.

"what a good girl," soonyoung murmurs as you leave the gas station. "such a good girl for me."

"i want you to do something for me," soonyoung says.

you look over at him from the driver's seat. it's so nice out that despite having to wait for your friends to show up you've rolled down the windows and turned off the car, content to wait with the sun and breeze.

soonyoung is looking at you directly. he's confident, eyes twinkling and a smile playing on his lips.

he reaches out, laying a hand on your bare thigh. he had gotten you a pretty sundress, he had said, just for this picnic with your friends.

soonyoung's hand smooths up your thigh. his fingers slide underneath your dress. "i want you to be good and take your panties off for me."

your eyes widen, and your hand slaps down on his. "soonyoung," you hiss. "we're in public. at a park!"

he smirks, leaning over the center console. "be a good girl," he chastises you. "come on, be a good girl for soonie."

you hesitate for a second more. you check outside of the car before you hook your fingers into your panties, pulling them down your legs.

"good girl," soonyoung coos at you. he grabs your panties and shoves them into his pocket.

you're so self conscious. you refuse to move from the picnic blanket, saying you don't feel well. soonyoung watches you with a grin, and, when no one is looking, takes your panties from his pocket and lifts it to his nose, smelling them. you're terrified. every breeze has you pressing your hands against the skirt of your dress, making sure it keeps down. you freeze whenever one of your friends gets too close, worried they'll somehow catch on.

you're scared, but your cunt is wet and throbbing with need.

once your friend date is over, soonyoung is pushing you into the backseat of the car. he fucks you quick, pushing the skirt of your dress up around your middle. each drag of his dick has you moaning, arching up into him.

"desperate little slut," he says, withdrawing from your pussy. he waits. "so worried about our friends seeing your little cunt and yet letting me fuck you in the car."

"please," you beg, and then he's fucking into you in one swift movement, drawing a loud moan that almost seemed like a scream from your lips.

the worst of it comes during a thunder storm.

jeonghan and you frowned over the weather app while seokmin and soonyoung continued to mess around, spewing nonsense about childhood cartoons and villains. it was raining badly, too badly for you to dare to try and make the drive back across the city to your apartment.

a bed is made for soonyoung on the living room carpet and you on the couch. it isn't until midnight that seokmin and jeonghan both retire to their rooms, seokmin impishly pressing a kiss to your temple before scattering.

you go about preparing for bed. you pull on one of seungcheol's shirts -- how it got there, you didn't know -- before stretching out on the couch, sinking into the sheet that covered the couch's leather and still smelled fresh.

soonyoung leans to give you a goodnight kiss. you hum, letting your eyes fall shut and meeting each press of his lips eagerly.

he pulls away for a moment, staring down at you. you don't quite have the time to question him before soonyoung is on the couch, pressing you against the seats.

soonyoung's mouth devours you. his tongue shoves into your mouth with every kiss, kissing you as messily as he knew how. your hands go to his shirt, tugging.

"gonna fuck you," he says, voice low. soonyoung pulls off of you just enough to reach for his shirt and throw it to the ground. "gonna fuck you on jeonghan's couch."

he throws your sweatpants to the floor, pressing his face to your panties. soonyoung breathes in against your underwear, inhaling the smell of your pussy and your day-old underwear. "smells so fucking good," he groans, and then he's licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

it's horrible, you know, that you muffle your moan with your hand and lift your hips up to his mouth instead of stopping him.

soonyoung sucks kisses over your clit and through your panties, arms hooking around your thighs. you can feel his biceps strain as you shift in his hold, soonyoung intent on keeping you still.

he drenches your panties with his tongue, laving against them as if there wasn't a fabric barrier between his mouth and cunt. you don't trust yourself to move your hand from your mouth, and your free hand goes to his dark hair and twists.

he slips one hand into your panties while he licks at you and after a moment of fierce rubbing against the sides of your clit you're orgasming, biting down on your wrist to stop yourself from moaning.

soonyoung moves you to the floor to fuck you. he raises your ass into the air and pushes your head into the pillow. his fingers press harsh marks into your hips as he drills his fat cock into you, forcing your walls to make way for his dick.

"good fucking girl," he hisses, dick striking against your gummy core, "fucking good slut, letting me fuck you. so fucking soaked for me, fucking -- you like this, baby? like me fucking you on our best friend's floor?"

you sob into the pillow, his dick dragging against your walls and hitting deep within you. you swear you can feel his dick in your throat, swear he's splitting you in half.

"what a slut," soonyoung says. "my little slut with a tight little cunt, fucking all wet 'n warm for me."

his nails press into your skin and he's cumming, his spunk filling your cunt. soonyoung is still cumming when the sound of a door opening fills your ears, and then he's forcing you flat against the floor and throwing the blanket over you two.

he's pressed against your back, dick buried deep within you still. you can feel his cum inside of you, can feel it on your cunt from where it had leaked during soonyoung's scramble. you can feel his balls against your ass, can feel his hot body against yours.

can feel the harsh thundering of your heart as your friend leaves the bathroom and moves to the living room, checking in on you two. he lingers for a moment, and you're so fucking aware of your breathing that you can barely hear when he moves back to his room.

soonyoung waits a few minutes. and then he's laughing softly into your ear. he slips his limp dick from your cunt only to replace it with his fingers. "not done with you," he says, pressing his smile against your clothed shoulder. "not done with you yet, baby."

it's so fucking messy down there. his cum leaks from your cunt with every thrust of his fingers, and you have to press your cries into the pillow.

in the morning you wake to soonyoung dressing you. he pulls your panties and sweatpants on, ignoring the mess that still stained your thighs. he pulls the sheets and blankets off of the couch and helps you onto it, tucking you back in with a blanket after checking to make sure there's no stains.

you hurt. hurt from laying on the floor, hurt from his rough fucking. your cunt aches and you can't help but take pleasure in every tingle of pain that shoots from it when you shift.

seokmin wakes and exits his room to soonyoung throwing the stained sheets and blankets into the washer. he's surprised, but he says something about how much of a good influence you've had on soonyoung.

he can't see the grin soonyoung throws you from over seokmin's shoulder.

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[borathae]

“You place your hand on the back of his head and push him down. Yoongi bends over, falling head first into the sheets. Like this, he is resting on the side of his head, breathing so heavily that he is almost wheezing. “I’m so gonna treat you right”, you say and lower yourself to press kisses to his lower back and tailbone. Alternatively: Yoongi long stopped pretending as if being tied up and pegged doesn’t completely ruin him. He loves it and you should fucking know.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Yoongi, soft Dom!Reader, masochist!Yoongi, body worship, Shibari with magical ropes, sex in front of a mirror, handjob, praise, she makes him praise himself :(, shy!Yoongs, loving dirty talk, he has a sensitive tummy & nipples, pegging in doggy & pronebone position, rimjob (m.receiving), anal fingering, use of a buttplug, use of lube, edging (m. receiving), multiple orgasms (m.receiving), male squirting, she has her fingers around his throat but doesn’t choke him, soft hair pulling, cock slapping, spanking, he is in a lovey dovey brat headspace, she wants him to feel pretty & loved!, he does!!!, cuddly aftercare, their bickering is toptier, this is kinky love making, they are so in love!!

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: I love them so much! I love them, I love them, I love them! 🥺

His head hits the pillow, his back arches as a soft moan slips past his pouty lips. 

Said lips get claimed by you in a needy kiss seconds later. Your weight places itself on his lap, your fingers take his wrists and pin them above his head. 

Yoongi feels how this turns off every single thought he ever had. He is obsessed with this state, basking in it with a fluttering tummy.

“Mine”, you rasp and tug on his lower lip. 

Yoongi chases you with a soft sigh, lifting his head when you break contact. He wants your kiss again. Those past twenty minutes of excessive making out weren’t enough. 

“Mhm? Are you mine?” you ask him, looking down at him with heavy, yet playful eyes. 

“Yeah, yours”, Yoongi says, nodding his head.

“Then say it.”

“I’m yours”, the words come easy to him. He is yours. All yours. Which is why he is nothing but excited for tonight. With any other person he’d already be gone, never to return. But with you, he can’t wait for the next step. 

It was his idea. Like always when he wants to bottom, it has to be his idea so he can be really into it. He feels comfortable that way. You love it when he is that way.  

Your eyes light up, a smile curls your lips. 

“Mine”, you giggle, scrunching your nose up, “you’re so cute.”

“I’m cute”, he whispers and wiggles. 

“Yeah you are. Oh Yoongs, can I look at you?”

He nods his head and sits up to pull the shirt over his head. He throws it the side and falls back into the pillows, placing his arms back above his head. Then he tilts his head, giving you a playful and terribly pretty look. 

You feel your heart flutter at the view. His long, black hair is spread on the pastel pink coloured pillow casing, his features are truly the prettiest, most delicate artworks and his bared torso takes your breath away. His arms are relaxed, resting in the submissive position gladly. His perky nipples are hard in the cold air and his fair skin glimmers in the shine of the candles. 

“Look at you”, you whisper, placing your hands on his wrists and dancing them down his body. His arms, shoulders, sides and pecs until you linger on his upper tummy, “my beautiful love.”

Yoongi feels goosebumps litter his skin. Your touch is heaven. Your gaze feels reassuring to him. He wasn’t always like this, but you have been loving him so honestly and dearly that he feels good about being naked in front of you these days. Good and maybe even beautiful. 

“I can’t ever get enough of you”, you say and as you lower your lips to taste his skin, you swirl your fingers over his tummy. 

Yoongi sighs your name, squirming unbearably. His eyes fall closed, his lips part. Your lips and tongue are on his nipples while your fingers touch his tummy. The combination makes him feel ecstatic and so lightheaded. Oh so terribly lightheaded.

A string of saliva breaks between his left nipple and your lips. The cold air of the room hits his wet skin and sends electricity through his veins. Yoongi mewls softly, intertwining his own fingers. He misses your warmth, but can’t complain because you are currently sucking on his right nipple instead.

You run your hand to his lower tummy, allowing your fingers to linger on the part most tender. Just one simple touch makes Yoongi flinch.

You lift your head.

“Too much?” you ask him, “I’ll slow down, yeah?” 

“Don’t”, he sounds out of breath, “more.”

“Yeah? More?” you ask and squeeze the tender area.

Yoongi squirms and giggles deeply. So you do it again. You squeeze him, forcing him to giggle and squirm. 

“Cute. So cute.”

“I don’t like that”, he complains between giggles.

“Yeah? Because you’re ticklish?” you tease, squeezing him.

Yoongi laughs and reaches for your wrists.

“Uh-uh”, you say, taking his wrists to pin them back above his head, “your arms stay up.” 

Yoongi gazes at you, squeezing his thighs together.

“No”, he whispers.

“No?” you repeat with a cocked up brow.

“No. You said you’ll do it."

“I did. Do you wanna start?”

He nods his head.

“Yeah? Then I’ll get the rope.”

“Okay.”

You get off his lap and snatch the rope you prepared. It is rosé in colour and made out of soft natural fibres. He tied you up with it in the past and you loved the feeling. You are excited at the aspect of Yoongi being able to feel it soon.

“Okay, sit u-”, he interrupts you by already sitting up on his own. 

He flutters his lashes at you. You send him a smile.

“Okay, put your ar-”, he once again interrupts you by putting his arms behind his back all on his own. 

He gives you a pouty face, tilting his head to the side. You giggle.

“You’re so cute. Can I finish my orders at least once?”

He shakes his head, “no.”

“No?”

“You’re too slow.”

“Wow”, you laugh, “it’s good to know that you didn’t completely lose your brattiness, I was already worried for you.”

“Hurry up. Please.”

“I am, I am”, you say as you crawl behind his back, “good god, you’re so impatient.”

“I’m excited.”

“I know. I’m excited too, love”, you say, “now where did you say I should start?”

“Put it from the front to the back over my shoulders.”

“Ah yeah, I remember”, you say and begin tying, “sorry, I still get a little confused sometimes.”

“It’s okay. You can ask me”, he assures you.

“Yeah, gosh so embarrassing”, you mumble. 

“It’s just me, love. Don’t feel that way, it’s okay.” 

“Okay okay, that makes me feel better”, you say and give his shoulder a little peck, “thank you for the reassurance.”

“Mhm ‘course”, he whispers, melting under your fingertips. He has his eyes closed, tingling like crazy at the sensations of the rope gliding over his skin. It feels so good. It really fucking does. His skin so sensitive when you touch him and the ropes are incredibly soft. Yoongi doesn’t want this to end, shivering like crazy whenever you guide the ropes across his bared torso.

You are silent for the next few moments as you concentrate on getting the knots right and Yoongi is lost in the sensations. It’s a very relaxing time, intimate and safe. And so incredibly nice. Yoongi’s body is made for Shibari. The rosé rope looks beautiful against his fair skin. 

“Oh no”, you gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice is hoarse from disuse. He clears his throat.

“I messed up. Is it over and then under?”

“Yeah.”

“Shoot, I went under and then over”, you mumble and loosen the knot, “I have to redo it.”

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

“It’s still a little confusing for me from time to time.”

“Don’t worry, you’re doing really well for a beginner. You learned a lot already.”

“It’s only because I had such a good teacher.”

Yoongi feels his cheeks heat up.

“Shut up”, he murmurs, listening to the fond giggle you let out.

You lose yourself in the tying again while Yoongi falls back into the tranquillity only you can bring. He feels so safe in your presence. So unashamedly himself. So vulnerable and small, but so safe that he goddamn loves that feeling. 

“Almost done. How is that feeling?” you ask him as you begin tying his wrists. 

“Like paradise”, he sighs without thinking.

“Yeah? Paradise?” you ask and giggle, leaning in to kiss his shoulder, “that sounds amazing.”

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, “more.”

You guide your kisses up to his neck, basking in the ecstatic sighs he releases in reaction. 

One kiss. Two kisses. Three. 

You lift your lips.

“More.”

“I’m almost done, soon”, you whisper against his neck and Yoongi shivers.

“More", he whispers and pouts.

“Soon. Only two more knots. Promise.”

He whines, but you ignore it for the sake of finishing the tie. You make sure that it sits right and that there is enough distance between the pressure points and the rope and then you are already finished.

“Done.”

Yoongi visibly leans closer to you in hopes of getting neck kisses. Cute.

You run your fingertips along the ropes, tracing his skin gently. His chest heaves up and down quickly, indicating just how excited he was about the current position. 

“So pretty”, you whisper, leaning down to kiss along his shoulder.

Yoongi shivers and exhales shakily, tilting his head to the side. Finally. 

“Are you comfy?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good, tell me if it gets too much.”

“Yeah.”

You guide your touch to the front, running your fingertips up and down his tummy. The shiver this forces to run through Yoongi is intense. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly. His tummy is sensitive. Always has been. 

“My handsome prince”, you whisper, “you’ve got the prettiest tummy.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes, but you make him tilt his head up again with a soft grip around his throat. 

“Look at yourself, my prince”, you whisper. 

There is a mirror on the other side of your room. Golden frame and reaching from the floor way above your head. You can see yourselves on bed this way. Yoongi is kneeling in front of you with his arms tied behind his back and ropes accentuating the paths of his torso. So fucking beautiful.

Yoongi shies away at the view, but you fix his gaze for him.

“Don’t look away”, you whisper.

Yoongi can barely hold eye contact, feeling breathless. He never looked at himself for such a long time. It’s scary, but doesn’t make him uncomfortable because it’s you he experiences it with.

“You are so beautiful, my love. I don’t want you to shy away”, you whisper, caressing his tummy.

“It’s hard”, he confesses.

“I know, but I’m here”, you assure him, “yeah?”

He nods his head, letting out a small “mh-hm.”

“Yeah I am. Right here”, you say, pulling him closer, “now look. Watch me touch the parts I love.”

Yoongi looks at your hands. You start at his hips and guide your touches up his torso, leaving out nothing as you feel him up. By the time you have reached his neck and explored every inch of him, Yoongi is so desperate that his hard cock is leaking through his briefs. And he feels handsome. Really goddamn handsome. The feeling is unfamiliar but really, really nice.

“Did you see what I love?” you whisper, hugging his waist with one arm. You guide your unoccupied hand to his hip, massaging it gently. 

“Yeah”, Yoongi chokes out, pressing himself into you. 

“Mhm, you did”, you say, “do you agree?”

“I think”, he whispers, basking in the warm smile you send him.

“I won’t ever grow tired of you, my love. You are the most handsome.”

He blushes, squirming slightly.

You leave one single kiss on his neck and then you whisper right against it. 

“Can I start with the spell now?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Here it comes. Relax, my love.”

His skin tingles on the spots where your magic soaks the ropes. It is a warm sensation and prickles. Almost as if actual electricity was coursing through him. 

“There we go. Done.”

The tingling stops. The ropes sit around his wrists and arms and feel the same they did before. 

“How’s that?”

Yoongi fights the ropes. He knows that just a little show of his true strength could rip them. He tenses his muscles and tugs. Nothing budges. He tries with more strength, but nothing changes. “Huh?” He tries. He really, really tries but the ropes don’t even move an inch. His stomach churns in utter excitement.

You giggle and hug him against you tightly. Your chin rests on his shoulder, your voice tickles his back. 

“Oh Yoongi, look at that. My magic worked, didn’t it?”

“Yeah”, Yoongi whispers, gawking at the floor with widened eyes. He can’t believe that this is happening. 

You snicker, closing in to him to kiss his cheek. 

“You’re my prisoner now. You can’t escape me”, you rasp and giggle, shaking him from side to side as you hug him tighter, “oh Yoongs, my love, you look so handsome like this.”

“Holy fuck”, he presses out under his breath.

You study his shocked expression.

“What’s wrong? Oh my love, don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you”, you say, cupping his cheek to turn his head to you, “should I undo it?”

He shakes his head.

“But?” 

“I want to worship you”, he presses out, “I want to fucking kiss the ground you walk on. You are the most perfect human being that ever existed, exists and will exist. Holy fuck, you’re a fucking goddess.”

You snicker, “sweet talker”, you tease and kiss his cheek, “I’m obsessed with you too, Yoongi Boongie.”

“Please”, he says, resting against you, “please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, my love”, you promise him, guiding your touch to his clothed cock. 

He inhales sharply, looking into the mirror. You are rubbing him over his briefs, paying special attention to his tip.

“So wet”, you taunt, flashing him a smirk, “you’re so wet for me.”

Yoongi chases you with a tilt of his hips, sending you a pleading look. You understand and you want the same.

“Can I take off your briefs?”

He nods his head. 

You tug them down carefully, but stop once you reach his knees. You let them sit around his thighs, running your hand up to his cock. Yoongi spills three pretty droplets of excitement on the sheets. It feels so good to be freed of his restraints and to know that you will touch him soon. 

“I want to do something with you”, you say.

“What?” he sighs.

“I want you to look at yourself and tell me three things you love about yourself”, you say and wrap your fingers around his cock. You keep your movements slow to make it easier for him. 

Yoongi chases you with a buck of his hips, pressing out a soft moan. The first touch will always scramble his brain. Your palm is so warm and soft. It feels incredible on his sensitive cock. Oh, if only you weren’t going so slow.

“Faster”, he sighs, chasing your hand. 

“I’ll speed up if you tell me something you love about yourself.”

Yoongi mewls and writhes.

“Go on, be my good boy.”

“My eyes”, he gets out, chasing you. 

“I agree. I love your eyes so, so much. You’ve got the prettiest eyes”, you say and concentrate your touches on his pink tip. 

Yoongi mewls, scrunching his nose up.

"Two more, go on.”

“My, my ah”, he moans and throbs in your fingers, “holy shit, that feels so good there.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you love about yourself and I’ll keep touching you there.”

“I love my…my, ah my hands.”

“Yes, oh Boongie, you’ve got the sexiest hands ever. Of course you love them”, you reward him with touches on the spot which felt so very good. He moans and tenses up, feeling charged in pleasure. 

“Oh god yeah, right there”, he says under his breath, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Right there, I know”, you whisper sweetly, “only one more. Tell me, love.”

Yoongi glances at his body. His cock is flushed, his body glows from pleasure. Your touch feels so much better when he sees it. 

“I love my dick.”

You squeeze around him, moaning softly.

“You do?”

“Yeah, is sensitive. That’s good.”

“Oh Yoongs, I love your dick too. You’ve got the prettiest dick. I love playing with it and tasting it and havin’ it inside”, you rasp, using the new droplets of slick he spills to massage his favourite spot.

“Don’t…stop…plea-ah”, Yoongi moans, closing his eyes. 

You speed up your movements, but stay on his favourite spot. Yoongi lets out a loud mewl, tilting his head back. 

“Pretty, so pretty”, you praise, looking at him with a racing heart. His throat is exposed in this position, his chest is heaving up and down and his tummy keeps tensing each time you run your thumb over his sensitive spot. 

“Don’t…stop”, he gets out, tensing his thighs to stop them from trembling. 

“I won’t, love. I won’t."

Yoongi squirms and tries to twist the ropes. He fails, which results in him squirming even harder and throbbing in your hand. 

“You’re so cute when you squirm”, you rasp, walking your fingers up to his chest just to flick his nipple. 

It pebbles instantly. Yoongi moans.

“Doesn’t that feel so good?” you rasp, flicking his other nipple as well and using your wrist to jerk him off. You are paying attention to his whole length, squeezing down on him each time you glide over his favourite spot.

“You’re making me cum”, he croaks, “it’s so nice, please let me cum.”

“Mhm, I don’t know”, you say, slowing down just enough to drag out the inevitable, “where would be the fun in that?”

“Please”, he sighs, chasing your hand, “I can go again. Just…I wanna cum.”

You slip your fingers from his nipples, strengthening his suffering. He whines, arching his back.

“Remember all the times you edged me?” you taunt.

“___ please”, he begs, wiggling his arms without getting them free.

You chuckle, guiding your touch to his base. You squeeze hard, forcing the warmth to die down slowly. 

“I’m begging you, please”, he pleads, peeling his eyes open just so he can look at you through the mirror. He is panting like crazy, barely holding his eyes open as they glisten at you through his messy bangs. 

“But Yoongi…edging you is so much fun”, you say, closing your hand around his throat. You roll your hips into his butt, holding his cock by its base, “how else should I peg you if you aren’t edged and needy for me, mhm?”

“Then hurry up, fuck”, he presses out and groans when you press down on his veins, “I wanna have dick, don’t act like that.”

“You are seriously such a brat, fuck”, you say, chuckling, “you’re gonna get hurt if you keep talking like this.”

“I can take it.”

“Yeah?”

You slap his cock so hard that it bounces up and down. Yoongi flinches, squeezing his thighs together and pressing out a loud grunt. He leaks onto the sheets, throbbing without being touched. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror. He is wheezing, looking at you through his messed up bangs. He smirks.

“Fucking do that again, I liked it”, he rasps. 

“Yeah I know you did, which is why I won’t do it again”, you say, slipping your hand from his cock completely.

“Please”, he looks desperate instantly.

“Cute”, you say, “take off your pants.”

“How?” he throws back, wiggling his tied up arms.

“Ah yeah”, you laugh, “get off bed, I’ll do it for you.”

“Fine”, he says and scrambles off bed. He stumbles and almost falls now that his briefs are minimising his movements and his arms are tied to the back.

“Careful. Oh dear, please don’t hurt yourself”, you say in a chuckle, holding him by his waist. 

With your support, Yoongi manages to crawl off the bed. You follow him, placing yourself in front of him to beam up at him.

“We didn’t think that through, did we?”

“No, almost face planted the floor”, Yoongi says and laughs. 

You join him, caressing his waist.

“Oh Yoongs, we’re idiots”, you cackle.

“Yeah we are”, he says, leaning closer so he can kiss your lips.

Your giggles stop, a soft sigh replaces them as he kisses you deeply. He breaks the kiss, but stays close to nudge your cheek with his nose.

“I like this”, he says.

“Like what?” you gaze into his pretty eyes.

“Laughing with you, it’s nice.”

You smile, reaching up to cup his cheeks, “it’s the best.”

You and he sway from side to side, gazing deep into each other’s eyes.

“Hey, love?”

“Yes, love?”

“My dick’s still out.”

“Yeah I know”, you say and giggle, “wait, I’ll take them off.”

“Yeah okay”, Yoongi says and gasps when you fall to your knees. You tug his briefs down. Yoongi steps out of them and gasps again when you lower yourself to his feet to kiss each instep of them.

You straighten up and smile. 

“My beloved”, you say, caressing his thighs. 

Yoongi lowers his head and blushes.

“Did you like that?” you ask him, standing back up.

“You shouldn’t do that for me”, he whispers.

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you warn him, caressing his waist, “I don’t want you to talk like this.”

“Sorry”, he whispers, glancing at you, “it was…not bad.”

You smile, “see? That was better, wasn’t it?”

“I guess.”

“Now hop, hop get back on bed. I’ll help you”, you say, holding his waist safely.

With your help, Yoongi manages to climb back on bed without any accidents. He gets back into the previous position, leaning into you when you claim the space behind him. 

“Now we’re here again”, you say, smiling at him through the mirror. 

“Yeah…” 

You place your hand on the back of his head and push him down. Yoongi bends over, falling head first into the sheets. Like this, he is resting on the side of his head, breathing so heavily that he is almost wheezing. 

You give him one tug on his hair, then run your fingertips down his back. You linger on his palms when you meet them, tracing his skin. He has clammy hands, grabbing for you in a desperate attempt to hold hands. 

You allow him, caressing his skin. 

“Relax for me, my love. You’re in safe hands.”

“I know”, Yoongi whispers, returning to his task of wheezing for air. 

“Good, that’s good. I’m so gonna treat you right”, you say and lower yourself to press kisses to his lower back and tailbone. 

Yoongi closes his eyes, feeling charged in pleasure. Your kisses are his fucking weakness. Feeling them dance down to his spot most sensitive feels especially ecstatic to him. He is so excited. 

You bite his buttock. 

“Ah”, he gasps, moving away, “hey. Don’t do that.”

You giggle, caressing the spot you bit, “but you’re yummy”, you say and bite his other side. 

“___”, Yoongi laughs and whines at the same time, “that hurts, don’t do that.”

You kiss the tender spot, “says the sluttiest masochist ever. You’re just shy ‘cause I’m biting your butt.”

“And you wouldn’t be? Don’t bite my ass”, he whines.

“Mhm true, I gotta eat it instead.”

Yoongi huffs out air, mumbling something you don’t understand. You know that it probably was a shy complaint. You chuckle and grab his bouncy flesh to part it for you.

A soft pink buttplug reveals itself to your eyes. Yoongi has been wearing it ever since you started this sexy evening. It sits between his round buttocks and looks so good in him. It has also been driving him nuts. Not only because of the constant stretch, but because it kept rubbing against his prostate when he moved. It was never enough to satisfy, always keeping him on edge.

“Don’t stare, just take it out and get your tongue on there”, he orders in a bratty voice. 

“You know what? I should take a video right now just so I can always stare at it, you are so fucking bratty, like damn.”

“You’re too slow, it’s not my fault.”

“Manners”, you warn and press against the plug. It shifts deep inside him, forcing him to curl his fingers and press out a curse, “I never fucking stress you when you’re slow, do I?”

“Yeah, you do”, he rasps, pushing into you.

“Lies. You’re a liar and we both know that”, you say, wrapping your fingers around the base of it to pull it out. You go just fast enough that he has no time to prepare which results in his hole to leak lube all over his balls. They glisten prettily because of it.

“Fuck”, he says, clenching around nothing.

“It’s what you get for being a brat”, you say and hold him apart so you can stare, “okay, but fuck. Look at you, you are so pretty.”

Yoongi shies away, “don’t stare, it’s weird”, he mumbles.

“Mhm no, you’re just shy”, you dismiss him, “you’ve got the prettiest hole. I’m so hungry for you”, you rasp and finally connect the flat of your tongue with his hole. 

“Ah”, Yoongi gasps, tensing up and tugging at the ropes, “holy fuck, you’re so warm.”

“Mmhh”, you purr, using the opportunity of his relaxed muscles to push your tongue inside. The position, the excessive stretching and Yoongi’s secret obsession with getting his ass ate allows your tongue to slip in easily. You wiggle inside until your nose is squished against him and he’s hugging your wet tongue. Then you begin to move your head, fucking your tongue in and out his pretty hole.

“Fuck, you’re so…” he doesn’t say anything after that, pushing back into you. He can feel every single cell in his brain turn off. Your tongue will always overwhelm him. It’s so warm and so wet and Yoongi swears there is magic at the tip of it, because whenever you use it to explore his body, he sacrifices a part of his soul to you. Willingly of course. Over and over again until one day you will own his soul entirely. Maybe you already do. Yoongi doesn’t quite know how to form proper thoughts anymore. All he knows is that you are making his thighs shake against his will and his cock leak without control.

“Fuck”, you break away with him in a growl and wheeze for air, “you’re addicting. Holy fuck, your ass’s so tight”, you rasp, licking his rim with the flat of your tongue, “you’re so sweet, fuck Yoongi. I’m going crazy.”

Yoongi mumbles something unintelligible and pushes back into you. 

“Use your big boy words, I can’t understand you when you mumble like this”, you say, flicking your tongue over his rim. It flutters and clenches in reaction, begging to be stuffed again.

“Is nothing”, he says loudly and clearly, “was dumb.”

“Yeah? Because for a second I thought that you wanted me to get the strap and fuck your ass, but I guess not.”

Yoongi stays silent. Huffs out air and wiggles his butt. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I said that.”

You laugh, patting his butt, “I’m already getting it.”

“Hurry up”, he says.

“Shut up”, you say and push the plug back inside.

“What the fuck, urgh”, he groans, arching his back, “warn me.”

“You can take it”, you dismiss him as you get off bed and begin putting on the strap. You decided to go without panties today and a colour which matches with his ropes. You strap in the dildo he picked out and snatch the lube bottle. 

“Are you done?” he asks when he feels the bed dent beside him.

“Mhm, yeah”, you say, placing yourself behind him, touching him slowly, “I love that view, sugarbutt.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“No? But you’re cute.”

He huffs out air, eliciting a chuckle from you. 

“Relax my prince, I’m taking the plug out and then I’ll start. Yeah?”

“Yeah, okay”, Yoongi says and arches his back.

The plug slips out easily and gets discarded on the towel you laid out. You open the lube bottle and squeeze a healthy amount of it on two of your fingers. You connect them with his hole and push inside to spread it evenly. 

He chases you instantly, wiggling his toes. It’s so adorable to watch. 

“That’s so good”, he sighs under his breath.

“I know, but it’s already done. You’re all wet for me”, you say, slipping your fingers out to lube up your strap instead. 

Yoongi is quiet in front of you, which is mostly to be blamed on the fact that he is fighting for his air right now. He doesn’t want to be pegged often, so he gets insanely excited whenever it is time again. He even forgets all about being bratty, because, quite frankly, all he is able to do is breathe goddamn it. 

You shimmy closer and touch his hip. You guide him back onto your strap, grinding it against his hole with a smooth roll of your hips.

“Ready?”

“Yeah”, he croaks, sticking his butt out just for you.

“Take a deep breath for me, love.”

Yoongi inhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation.

“There we go and out”, you say. 

Yoongi exhales, stumbling over his own breath as you use the moment of his relaxation to enter him. He messes up his breathing and tenses up, pressing out a little squeak instead. 

You pick up on it instantly, soothing him by rubbing circles into the pretty dimples on his lower back. 

“Keep breathing, my love.”

Yoongi pants and squeaks, writhing desperately. 

“Are you hurting? I’m pulling out if you are.”

“Don’t”, Yoongi gets out, “it’s good, but a lot. Always feels new, give me time.”

“Yeah? That’s why I need you to keep breathing for me, my love.”

“I’m trying, it’s really hard god damn it”, Yoongi throws back, making you laugh. 

“You’re cute”, you say, giving his butt a soft spank.

“Oh?” Yoongi shudders, “do that again.”

You land another spank, massaging the burning flesh afterwards. He visibly relaxes on your strap, chasing you with a tilt of his hips. 

“Does that help? Is that nice?” you ask him, giving him another spank.

“Yeah”, Yoongi moans, nodding his head vigorously. 

“That’s good to hear, you’re doing so well”, you coo and spank him. A little harsher than before and Yoongi loves it. He moans for you, tugging on the ropes which makes him moan again because of how utterly helpless they render him. 

You bottom out, giving him a second to conceptualise what is happening. His butt feels so nice against you. All plump and soft and warm. You rub your palms over it, drinking in the view of your bodies so close together. 

He huffs out air, wiggling into a position that allows him to peek at you. His hair is messy, hanging into his eyes.

“What?” you ask him. 

“Why did you stop?” he asks, huffing out air in a pout. 

“I just wanted to give you a chance to get used to me”, you say. 

“Yeah, then don’t stop”, he throws back. 

“Brat”, you say with a fond smile on your lips and spank him, grabbing his soft flesh afterwards to pull him back onto your strap. 

His eyes fall closed instantly, his lips part. 

“Here I was trying to be gentle with you and you go and give me heat for it”, you tease, rolling your hips into him. 

“Don’t…I…want it faster…fuck, keep going”, he gets out and opens his mouth widely so he can moan freely. 

“Mhhm, so good. You’re taking me so well”, you lull, leaning over until you can hook your fingers in his ropes. You tug on them, forcing his bubble butt to connect with your hips this way. 

With the new found leverage, you can go especially deep. Yoongi’s thighs tremble each time you do, his pretty cock leaks all over the sheets as well. It is a constant slow drip, which gets more each time you fill him out and gets a little less when you retreat. 

“___”, Yoongi lets out and says nothing more after that. Just sweet little moans and gasps for air. He sounds so perfect like this. 

So perfect in fact, that you are overtaken by your feelings for him. You lean down as best as you can, placing your lips on his back to kiss his heated skin. Your left arm wraps around his waist, your right hand dances to his cock. You press yourself closer until your breasts are squeezed against his back and tied up arms. Then you finally touch his cock, rubbing his nipple at the same time. 

“I can’t do that for long”, he chokes out, spilling tears on the sheets. 

“Does it hurt?” you ask to which he shakes his head vigorously, “so it’s nice?”

“Too nice”, he breathes out, “it’s so nice, I’ll c-cum.”

“You need that, don’t you?” you whisper sweetly, peppering kisses on his upper right arm. 

“So bad”, he sighs, pressing back into you, “please.”

“Okay then”, you say, gliding your fingers to his favourite spot, “I’ll allow you.” 

“Thank you”, he croaks, shuddering like crazy, “holy shit, thank you. That’s so…” he stops talking to moan instead. He feels in paradise. This is the kind of built up which is slow and gentle and the result of someone paying attention to his body. Every single second with you ever since you started this evening has lead up to this moment. And Yoongi can’t take any more. 

“So pretty”, you whisper and twist your hand, hitting his prostate at the same time. 

“___”, Yoongi sobs your name and lets the pressure in his tummy burst. He cums all over the sheets and your hand, convulsing like crazy because of how good it feels. 

“That’s it, cum for me. You’re fucking incredible”, you encourage him, touching his cock as softly as possible. You keep rocking into him, but keep the movements to a minimum. Just slow circles back and forth to make sure his prostate gets stimulated. 

And Yoongi whimpers. His thighs tremble. He hasn’t felt so much warmth in his lower body in ages. It’s so strong at first, but dies down slowly. Oh so slowly, because you make sure that he can live in this fucking perfect moment for as long as possible. 

His cock stops leaking, growing softer in your fingers.

“There we go”, you rasp, “that was fucking perfect”, you praise and straighten up, sliding your hands to his hips. You don’t mind that you soil his skin with his cum and neither does Yoongi. You broaden your stance and tug him onto your strap. 

“___”, Yoongi gasps, balling his hands to fists. 

“Too much? I want one more from you. Can you take it?” you speak sweetly. 

He nods his head vigorously, “just…deeper please.”

“Anything for you, my prince”, you say and press yourself closer. You angle your hips differently, making sure that as much of your strap as possible disappears inside his pretty hole, “like this, love?” 

“Yes”, he croaks and drops into the sheets as his weakened muscles give up on him.

“Oh?” you gasp. Your cock slips out of him, leaving behind a sticky mess of lube, “careful baby.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore”, he says, arching his butt into the air, “back, please.”

“Mhhm, gladly,” you say and after using the opportunity to spread more lube on your strap, slip back into him. He is tighter in the position, pressing out a loud sound of surprise. He drops his butt, now lying on the sheets with his cheek squished against the mattress and his cock squeezed between his body and sheets. 

“Holy fuck”, he presses out, scrunching his face up. Then he groans. It borders a very raspy and deep purr and vibrates in his back. He can’t help it. He feels every inch entering and stretching him and that shit feels so good that he has to make sounds. 

“Good?” you ask him with your hungry eyes glued to where you disappear. His hole looks so delicate and as if you could break it easily and yet it is taking you with such little struggle. 

“Good”, he purrs and groans again, parting his lips for it.

“You’re the best”, you praise and bottom out. You place your hands on his lower back for leverage and begin moving your hips instantly. 

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses out, wiggling his arms and failing, “fuck, ___ fucking- ah.”

“Do you like that?” you ask breathlessly. 

“Yeah, I do. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t. You have no fucking idea how good that feels for me”, you say and moan, putting your all into giving him the best fuck of his life. You deepen your thrusts, speeding them up just enough that the gentle sound of skin meeting skin fills the air and Yoongi retorts to moaning deeply as he drools all over the sheets like a mindless, sex-dumb idiot. 

He feels like one. There is not a single thought in this man’s brain right now. Except for your name, how good this feels and more renditions of your name. He is done for. Ruined. Gone. The ropes keep preventing him from wiggling away, from reaching behind himself and griping you and from twisting the sheets. The constricted movements just make the fuck all the more incredible.  

“I love this”, he moans proudly, “please ___ don’t slow down, please fuck me.”

“Fuck Yoongi”, you press out, furrowing your brows in pleasure, “keep talking like this and I will.”

“Fuck me”, he begs. His muscles are melting away. He can’t move an inch. He is so weak and helpless right now. Yoongi soaks up that feeling like an addict.

“So perfect. Holy fucking shit you’re the most perfect man”, you praise and tense up as pleasure courses through you. You deepen your thrusts because of it, letting out a deep growl as your fingers squeeze his waist. 

“Fuck me”, he groans, “fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me”, he repeats the words like it’s a mantra. And to him it is. Fuck me. Please goddamn fuck me and let me feel this longer. He hopes you understand. 

“Yoongi”, you press out and pant for air. You have to give it to him. You got to fuck him. This is all you want to do. To give him pleasure, “fuck, I’m so done for. You’re ruining me, my prince.”

“Oh god”, Yoongi groans and trembles, “there!”

“There?”

You fuck your cock into him like you did before, forcing a loud moan out of him. It sounds unlike him and leaves your body feeling weak. Yoongi nods his head vigorously and moans again. There was one other occasion where he was as loud as he is right now. When he was drunk and bounced on your strap. 

To think that you got him so good that he let go of his restraints to such extent, forces unbearable warmth through your body. Your hips stutter and mess up.

“Fuck, sorry”, you croak and collapse into him. You hug him against your chest, using the intimate position to moan into the sheets beside him. 

“Are you-”

“Yes”, you croak, “sorry, fuck you were so…Yoongi….” you can’t help it. Being with Yoongi and giving him pleasure will always make you orgasm. Especially when he is so unapologetically himself. He makes you crazy. He really fucking does. 

“Princess”, he chokes out, staring at you even if you are blurry from closeness, “so fucking hot. Fuck.”

“Yoongi”, you feel emotionally ruined after your high, pulling him snug against your chest and littering his face with kisses. You have to. You love him so much that it’s hard to breathe. Yoongi accepts the kisses with shy whimpers, spilling tears on the sheets because of how happy he feels. 

“I love you”, you choke out, chasing him with deep rolls of your hips, “I love you so fucking much, holy fuck Yoongi I wanna give you the fucking world.”

“___ it feels so good”, Yoongi whimpers, melting under you. Your weight feels so good on top of him, your hug is heaven and your cock is hitting his prostate over and over again. It also stretches his hole in a position it wasn’t used to yet, which adds another layer of breathtaking intensity to the fuck. Yoongi feels so full, so stuffed, so filled with you. 

“It feels like fucking heaven”, you moan and grab a bundle of his hair just to tilt his head and kiss him. His lips are wet, trembling in a grateful whimper as they try to find your rhythm. The kiss is messy and sloppy, but honest. So goddamn honest that you feel the effect in the deepest parts of your souls.

You are so close. Nothing could separate you and him. Your skins are melted together and your bodies are one. Yoongi peels his eyes open and breaks the kiss. He has to look at you. Your eyes meet his’ instantly. The love in them makes him dizzy. 

“I love you”, you whisper, playing with his hair. 

“I love you”, he chokes out, rolling his eyes back and closing them, “oh god.”

“Beautiful”, you whisper, cradling his cheek, “holy fuck, you’re beautiful. I fucking love you.”

“Keep talking”, he moans, meeting your movements with uncoordinated, desperate wiggles of his hips. 

“That’s it love, keep fucking back onto me. You’re such a pretty, beautiful good boy. You have no idea how obsessed I am with you. I’m fucking crazy for you”, you pant, drinking in his features with tears in your eyes. He looks so peaceful and at the same time ecstatic with pleasure. 

“More please”, he begs, moving his fingers just to feel something from you. It feels so good to touch you, even if it is barely a touch. Your skin is so soft. Your weight is so nice on him. Oh, how warm you are. 

“My beautiful prince”, you caress his cheek, “my beautiful, beautiful love. You are so special and wonderful and fucking lovely.”

“Oh god”, he groans and convulses, “oh god, you’re making me- I’m gonna cum”, he croaks and moans with trembling thighs.

“Don’t hold back, I’m right here”, you assure him and close in to kiss his face, “I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“___”, he whimpers and breaks, falling into his high with such intensity he finds it hard to function. You do that to him. Always and every time, you get him to feel so good that his orgasm takes his fucking breath away. Today is no different. To be so weak and helpless and to have you hit his prostate over and over again while you say such wonderful things to him feels like heaven. A heaven which finds its crescendo with fiery pleasure deep inside him and his cock leaking cum all over the sheets. 

Yoongi moans and he has no control over it. He shakes and he can’t stop it. He tries to kiss you only to moan against your lips and he isn’t embarrassed by it. By nothing. He isn’t embarrassed at all, because you told him such wonderful things that he feels invincible.

“That’s it my love, there we go. Cum for me, that’s it”, you talk him through it, moving your hips slowly to help him ride it out. You love making him feel that good. It’s so goddamn rewarding to you.

“There, there, there”, he squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as possible. 

“There we go, that’s it. My beautiful prince, oh my beautiful love. Look at you, I love you”, you encourage him, fucking him how he needs it. He is rutting into the sheets, meeting your movements. Oh how he wheezes and pants, it’s so adorable. 

“Oh go-”, he gets out and then reaches the highest form of pleasure as he squirts all over the sheets. 

“Perfect, you’re fucking perfect”, you moan, kissing his face throughout the ecstasy, “my Yoongi. Oh, my love.”

Yoongi comes down after seven harsh thrusts. He grows limp on the sheets with a whimper, his thighs still shake and he feels pulsating in his groin. It’s such a nice sensation because it reminds him of a heartbeat. He feels so alive because of you.  

“Good job”, you praise him, kissing his forehead over and over again, “I’m so proud of you, that was amazing.”

“No more”, he murmurs, “too tight.”

“Of course”, you stop your hips instantly, “I’ll just quickly pull out, is that okay?”

“Yeah, is okay.”

You straighten up and slip out of him. Lube spills out of him, mixing with the mess of pleasure he released all over the sheets. 

“So messy”, you tease, caressing his butt. His skin is still a little red from the impact you had when you fucked your hips into him, “I’ll get you a towel, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You undo the spell on his ropes once you retrieved the towel, helping him slip out of the ropes by undoing them. He wiggles his wrists first then uses his elbow to flip over.

“Urgh god”, he groans.

“What’s wrong now?”

“My ass landed in my cum. It’s fucking rancid”, he whines.

“You are so dumb”, you say and laugh loudly, “here, wait let me clean you.”

“No”, he says, “no, just hug me”, he whines and falls around your neck.

“Uh?” you get out, falling to your butt. He pushes you down into the sheets, claiming his rightful place atop of you, “careful”, you giggle, hugging him back.

“Don’t clean me, hug me.”

“Of course, my love. You are so cute”, you say, holding him tightly as he rests atop your body with his head resting in the sheets next to yours.

“I’m happy”, he says and giggles, swaying your bodies from side to side.

“I’m happy too, my love”, you say, caressing his back. He is so adorable when he gets clingy. Good sex always does that to him, “you are so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you”, he says and it makes you smile because he finally doesn’t deflect the compliment, instead he accepts it. 

“And you took me so well. It literally makes me so wet when you act so into it.”

“I don’t act, I am”, he says and rubs himself against you like a cuddly cat, ending it with a nudge of his nose against your cheek and a soft giggle. 

“You’re so cute.”

“Today was good. Yeah. I liked it.”

“I liked it too. Was I too rough?”

“No, you were good”, he assures you, giving you an adoring gaze. You crane your neck just so you can meet it.

“I was?” 

“Yeah. It didn’t hurt at all and felt good. Yeah. I loved it a lot.”

“That’s so good to hear. You were the best, my love”, you say, cupping his cheek.

Yoongi leans into the touch and closes his eyes halfway. He smiles without showing his teeth, placing his hand over yours.

“You’re hot”, he whispers.

“I am?”

He nods his head, “the magic was so sexy.”

You snicker, “right? You were adorable when you tried to fight the ropes.”

“I couldn’t move”, he smiles boyishly “yeah. That was good. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Yeah. Loved it”, he looks at your lips dreamily, “wanna do it again.”

“Me too. We’ll include it more often then, yeah?”

“Mh-hm yeah”, he closes his eyes, “thank you.”

You kiss his forehead, “you’re cute.”

Yoongi purrs happily and gives your body a soft squeeze.

“Wanna cook together?” he asks.

“What about cleaning up?”

“Yeah, after that.”

“Yes, that sounds nice. Do you feel ready for it?”

“Mhm yeah, I heal too fast”, he pouts, “I’m too energised.”

You laugh, “that’s good though. The sleepiness is gone.”

Yoongi complained about being too sleepy this morning.

“Yeah, true. Wanna have salmon today?”

“Sure, let’s have salmon”, you say with a smile, rolling him to his back and sitting down on his lap. You pin his hands above his head, “you’re eating my pussy as dessert. That’s an order.”

“Don’t say that. Why would I wanna fucking cook now? Fuck, just give me your pussy now”, he whines.

“Mhm, no”, you say, pecking his lips, “I’m not gonna put on panties, make with this information what you want”, you whisper and climb off of him to take off your strap. You slip on a silken rope. It stops a little under your butt. 

You turn when it is already hugging your waist. Yoongi is sitting on bed, staring at you with dark eyes.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him, swaying your shoulders playfully.

“One day you’re gonna play too fucking much and you’re gonna see me snap”, he murmurs, getting off bed. He slips on his rope, staring you down darkly.

You snicker, “mhm, that’s what I’m hoping for”, you say, turning to finally leave. 

“Princess com’ere”, Yoongi whines and follows you in a cute waddle, “don’t abandon me, I want you.”

He manages to catch up with you a mere ten steps away from bed, lifting you off the ground with his arms around your waist. You squeak, accepting your fate of being carried back to bed happily.

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[kaciidubs]

Kaciii I know someone sent sungie and jinnie in skirts buttt, what about poly! Skz with you seungie, sungie, lixie, and jinnie in skirts and tail plugs I would melttt.

Oh, I'm absolutely melting and foaming at this thought, Nonnie! ❣ Warnings; Sub Poly! Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, and Seungmin, Fem Dom! Reader, slight feminization, pet play, mommy kink, hint of a foot kink ❣ Additional tags; Usual pet names, Jisung is referred to as Sungie and Seungmin is referred to as Minnie for ease of reading, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Mommy, Miss/Ma'am Previous: Hyunjin and Jisung + Skirts

Play Time [Pretty Puppy, Pretty Kitties]

Having the free time to schedule a play date involving two of your boyfriends was a trial to say the least, but having the grace of gathering all four for one full night of play was a feat only the best could pull off.

Luckily for you, you were the best.

It always started out the same; laying out blankets, rearranging some furniture, and gathering all of the necessary toys for the night, before your pets came to run amok - under your rules, of course.

Hyunjin, your pretty kitty, elegant white tail plug and fuzzy ears to match, was sitting at your feet with sultry, yearning eyes.

"You look like you want something, Hyune," you hum softly, gently twisting a stand of his jet black hair around your finger, "mind telling me what it is?"

"You, Miss." His response came fast and easy, never the one for beating around the bush when it came to his desires.

"Me? My precious prince, you know play time is meant for everyone, right? Why don't you go play with them for a little bit?"

His simmering gaze turned into a soft pout as he looked longingly toward your other partners and you followed suit, easily realizing why he sought you out first.

Jisung, the calico kitten dressed in a baby doll tank top and pastel pink skirt, was eagerly watching the remaining two of your pets happily play fighting each other; Felix, your excitable orange tabby kitten, wrestling with Seungmin, the lone golden retriever puppy among your kitten group.

There was already a dynamic at play, and Hyunjin resigned himself to taking, potentially, the easy way out.

"Oh, my poor baby," cooing in played up pity, you nudged your sock covered foot against the obvious bulge of his purple skirt, "You just need someone to give you attention, is that it?" When his eyelids fluttered from the welcome stimulation, you smirked, "Alright, sweet prince, I've got you. Sungie, can you come here, kitten?"

At the sound of his name, Jisung crawled over to you before nudging your leg with his face, peering up at you with doe eyes.

"Yes, Jagi?"

"It seems like our precious Hyune feels a bit left out..." Leaning down, you danced your fingers down the line of his jaw before pulling his pink bottom lip down with your thumb, watching as it bounced back into place. "Can you play with him, for me? Give him the love he deserves?"

Nodding with no hesitation, the small bells on his cat ears jingled from the motion, "Y-Yes, I will!"

Just as you went to praise him for his obedience, a sharp cry reached your ears and you looked up to see Felix at the will of Seungmin yet again; the puppy pinning him down and nipping at his sensitive skin.

"Minnie! No biting!"

Felix let out a whined moan at a particularly sharp bite, turning his head to look at you with glistening eyes - though, the pleasure flushing his face was unmistakable. "Mommy!"

Scoffing out a laugh, Seungmin glanced at you with the fire of challenge burning behind his eyes - ever the daring puppy to test your patience. "But he likes it, look at him!"

Of course, you knew he liked it without needing further proof, yet your eyes trailed down their lithe bodies to see Felix's white skirt flipped up from the roughhousing and his dick solid and leaking against his thigh. You could also make out the sight of Seungmin's own length poking the fabric of his blue plaid skirt, equally as excited from the push and pull of their little dominance match that he never failed to win.

Coming back to your nerves, you pinned him with a warning glare, "Did I ask if he enjoyed it?"

Conceding with a smirk, he shook his head, the sliver tag of his collar catching the light with the movement, "No, Ma'am."

"Okay, then. Don't make me have to turn this into a punishment." turning your attention to your orange kitten, your gaze softened, "Lixie, honey? You okay?"

He nodded quickly, "'M okay, I- I just want more."

Humming in understanding, you looked back to the previous pair to see Hyunjin on his back, airy moans falling from his plump lips while Jisung's head was partially covered by his skirt - though, judging by the not-so-subtle sucking sounds, you could guess what exactly was happening.

"It's okay, baby, we're about to get into the real fun pretty soon."

[unedited]

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #kim seungmin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader

[bbyquokka]

panties

– in which changbin accidentally wears yns panties and doesn't hate it !!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | seo changbin x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐖 | panty wearing ; light sub themes ; dom-turned-sub changbin ; dirty thoughts ; masturbation (m) ; nipple play ; a toy mentioned (strap-on)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 2.2k ~ ( 2,226 )

𝐀/𝐍 | ik its been a while since i posted :( pls accept this fic as an apology, hehe. wrote this a while ago & haven't stopped thinking about it since! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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it wasn't supposed to be like this. heck, he didn't plan on it ending up like this.

to him, it was a simple, innocent action that he didn't think twice of purely because he was in a rush this morning. he woke up late, time being against him. he barely felt clean from his shower because he was in a rush.

he was going to be late for work and his boss hates it when people are late. yet, there he was, standing in front of the open underwear drawer as he searched for a pair of his boxer shorts.

sweat coating his brow. his mood dipping and slowly becoming annoyed with himself. his hands fumbled as they brush up upon many textures of fabric. when he failed to find a single pair of underwear, he rushed to the wash basket to see that it was still full to the brim with unwashed clothing and sitting at the very top, as if to torment him in some cruel way, were his last pair of underwear.

ah, that's right. he promised to do the laundry yesterday but it slipped his mind. maybe because he was so busy indulging in you last night and now he has to face the consequences of his greed.

“fucking shit. fuck fuck fuck!” he looked at his watch. the minutes ticking by fast. now was not the time to feel sorry for himself! 

changbin thought about going commando. no one would know, right? but the thought of spending a full day in jeans with no extra layer of protection for his groin made him feel oddly itchy and uncomfortable. he dropped his towel, put on a clean tee and grabbed the first underwear his hand came into contact with – which were yours.

he didn't think much of it. he didn't even notice to be honest. he did feel a little uncomfortable and tight but he thought nothing of it and continued on with his day; until he got home, stripped and saw pastel pink panties with a dainty bow and frilly waistband hanging on his frame; leading him into his current situation.

“oh fuck.” he mumbles to himself. “oh fuck fuck.” he stares at himself in the full length mirror that's leaning against the bedroom wall. he swallows thickly as his eyes flicker around the panties.

they are yours. they are your favourite pair of panties and he is wearing them! the amount of times he sees you prancing around in this specific pair is uncountable. he can't count on his fingers the amount of times he has got hard over them, yet here he is, naked with nothing but the tight fabric on him.

he panics at first. sheer embarrassment and humiliation washing over him. “i must have accidentally grabbed them this morning.” he whispers to himself. his ears perk up as he listens for you only to be met with a soft hum and pots and pans clanking around in the kitchen.

he bites his bottom lip and slowly walks closer to his reflection like he is in some sort of horror movie and his reflection could jump out at him at any moment.

the closer he gets, the more he holds his breath. once close enough does he really soak it all in.

the pastel pink contrasting well with his tanned and dewy skin. the material hugging his ass and penis, accentuating the outline of his curves. his cheeks flush red as he can make out his assets. the dainty bow and frills adding just that little bit extra.

now with a closer look at himself, he strangely doesn't hate it. he feels pretty, sexy, but pretty. he turns his back to the mirror, looking over his shoulder and eyes widening at how plump and plush his ass looks.

“oh fuck.” he repeats. “this is bad.” he presses his lips in a thin line, facing full front in the mirror again. he traces his index finger down his torso and chest, following it in the reflection of the mirror. he stops at the waistband and gingerly traces the outline slowly.

it feels rough. not as soft compared to the rest of the fabric. he flicks the little bow and watches it bounce slightly. even though it feels tight and a little suffocating, it feels oddly comfortable and lewd. 

he lets his finger brush over the frilly waistband and onto the soft fabric. it feels velvety and smooth. he reaches behind him, tracing the outline of his ass and giving it a small squeeze.

he moans. it's a small moan, a silent moan but it's a moan and it makes changbin feel shocked at himself. he chews the inside of his cheek as he squeezes his own ass again. testing the waters and seeing if he has the same reaction, to which he does.

“oh fuck.” the same two words seem to be the only words he is capable of speaking right now. he looks down at his groin and sees his semi suffocating and stretching the material of your panties. 

up until now, he hasn't noticed that the pit of his stomach feels warm and fluttery. his penis throbs which he very clearly sees and it makes him blush. his nipples perk up a little bit and he dares to touch himself.

“maybe just a small touch.” he mumbles. he slides his hand to his clothed semi where he traces the outline slowly. he chews his bottom lip gently and hums softly.

the material feels hot and is radiating heat from his penis. he swallows thickly as he cups his balls and squeezes them ever so gently. he squeezes and tenses his thighs before huffing.

“why does it feel so good?” he questions. he's not doing much, just teasing himself but it's the thought. 

he drops to his knees in front of the mirror and parts then slightly. his hand removes itself from his balls and cups his growing semi. he gives himself a few gentle squeezes, head kicking and rolling back as his eyelids flutter close.

he increases the strength of the squeezing before rubbing his palm along his penis. he feels himself grow fully hard and throb. he rubs his cock head slowly but a little roughly as his free hand comes up and plays with his pink and perky nipples.

it's wrong. it's so wrong of him to do this. he knows that. he's also aware that you could come through the bedroom door at any minute and see him in such a lewd position but he doesn't care.

maybe it's because of the surging lust in his veins that he wants you to see him like this. his cheeks all red, curls flopping over his hazy eyes and bottom lip swollen.

his fingers circle his nipples before he tugs on them gently. he feels a growing wet patch against his palm to which he ignores and rubs his palm faster against his head. 

“oh fuck.. yes, just like that.” he whispers to himself. he tries to keep the moaning to a minimum or at least be quiet but with each passing second, his body burns.

his penis fully erect and leaking. the material stretching and hugging him tightly to the point of suffocation. cock and balls throb, thighs tensing as his body jolts with each surge of pleasure that courses through him.

“m-mhm!!” he looks at himself once again in the mirror and whimpers. the man in front of him is unrecognizable to him. he's so used to seeing himself as a strong, dominate man so seeing himself act and behave how you act, as a sub, all whiny, teary and lewd flicks a switch inside him that he didn't think he had.

he doesn't understand anything any more. he doesn't understand why he is thinking and feeling a certain way. one thing he is sure of though, is that his body is burning hot and he is filled to the brim with lust that it hurts.

he's far too gone to stop or think about that right now. he doesn't hate it and wants more. palming and rubbing himself through panties can only provide so much for so long so he takes it a step further.

his hand dips under the waistband and disappears underneath the fabric. he's met with his hot and throbbing penis. he groans as he wraps his hand around the base and squeezes himself hard. he looks down and grunts at the sight of his red and pre-cum leaking cock head appearing from under the waistband and being pressed flat against his soft tummy.

he gathers some saliva in his mouth before letting it fall onto his tip. his hand glides up his hot shaft for his thumb to smear the saliva and pre-cum around his sensitive head. 

he pushes his curls away from his eyes as he slowly strokes himself. the bumps and ridges of his veiny cock bumping against the palm of his hand. his tip continues to leak and spill as he throbs over and over again. 

he bucks his hips and tenses his thighs as if he were fucking you doggy style. he closes his eyes and imagines one hand buried into your hair and the other on your hip as he's buried deep inside you. he imagines the warmth and your scent as well as the sounds you make for him. 

but then his imagination drifts and all of a sudden, he imagines himself in doggy and you fucking him from behind. he squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head as an attempt to ease it from his memory like an etch a sketch but to no avail; so he welcomes it instead.

he swallows as he imagines himself on all fours in front of the mirror. your hands on his skin, tracing down his spine and to his ass where you slap his cheeks gently. he can hear the slaps, feel the ripples of his ass cheeks. he can hear and see himself being fucked out, begging and lewd. his face being tear and drool stained as he begs you to:

“put it in! please don't tease me anymore.” he whispers to himself. he's shocked as the words just free flow past his lips but he continues on. he imagines your fingers circling his wet and puckered hole. he feels his own hole twitching at the thought to which he briefly thinks about doing it but decides to stick with imagination (only because he doesn't have the confidence)

his hand on his penis increases in speed. he becomes rougher with himself, tugging and squeezing his nipples hard. he squeezes his cock hard too, lips parting as he moans loudly. he doesn't care at this point. he doesn't care if you hear him or walk in on him. he's so consumed with himself anyways to think.

as he rubs himself, he continues to imagine. he can hear your sweet and gentle praises, calling him a princess and a good baby girl. he imagines your fingers in his ass and stroking his walls. he imagines himself tensing and throbbing around the digits, his penis also throbbing and begging to be touched as it leaks.

and then, he sees it. the strap-on that you've both been preparing him for. changbin's hips stutter and his movements on his penis are now sloppy, fast and desperate. the pit of his stomach is burning and feels so tight. he's hot and very close but he continues on with his imagination.

he imagines the tip of the strap-on poking and prodding his wet hole. he imagines making a note of how wet it feels due to the lube that is currently soaking the plastic. he imagines himself looking from over his shoulder at you and sobbing.

“please.” he begs to himself. “please put it in. need you so badly.” 

as he imagines the tip slowly entering his hole and stretching him, as if waking up from a wet dream, his eyes shoot open as his orgasm hits him in an overwhelming manner. 

“o-oh!! ohhh!” he moans. hot ropes of cum shoot out onto his torso. some of it landing on his thighs and staining the material of your panties. he strokes himself through his high, rubbing his tip in the process before painting heavily.

he pushes back his sweat coated curls and looks in the mirror. he flushes pink in embarrassment, post-nut clarity hitting him hard.

body stained with cum and sweat. cheeks rosy, eyes doe-like. his nipples perky and swollen but that's not what shocks him the most.

his own reflection staring at him as the tip of his penis is still visible and being pressed against his soft stomach thanks to the waistband. the once pink material and innocent look now stained with cum and tainting the innocence.

changbin panics and quickly rushes to the on-suite bathroom, where he takes the panties off (which are now stretched) and takes a quick shower to think about what to do about your underwear that he has just so lewdfully and willingly stained.

he comes to the conclusion to simply throw them away and buy you a new pair. 

surely you wouldn't notice that a pair of your favourite underwear has gone missing and been replaced with something completely different, right? 

#kwritersworldnet #wkcnet #straykidsland #seo changbin #changbin #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #seo changbin x you #seo changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x reader #skz x you #skz x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader

[reverie-series]

[ a little surprise ] csn × reader

choi san soft dom × sub reader, reader is a little bit kinky, unprotected sex ( no no and don't 'kay? ), vibrator inside pussy, san is very addicted to her vixen girl, okay?, mild degrading, praise too, reader is just always eager when it comes to sex and her boyfriend was just the same

san was just lying on the couch, waiting for you to come back because you were out. 20 minutes had passed and you're still not here, so san decided to sleep.

when you arrive, he wakes up and greets you with a hug. after placing the things you bought on the table, you sat on his lap, and san wrapped his arms around your waist.

he pecked your lips, and you giggled sweetly. "love, i have a surprise for you," you said.

and san was excited to know what the gift was. suddenly, you took off your shirt, revealing your pastel pink bra, and it really suits you well.

san almost drooled at the sight. "this looks so fucking good on you, baby," san said, smiling at you, and you grabbed something in your pocket—a mini remote.

san was now confused at what you're going to do. you pressed the button, and he felt the buzzing vibration on his lap.

you moaned brokenly, and that's when he realised you were wearing a vibrator.

san bit his bottom lip as he looked at your face contorted beautifully in pleasure. he travelled his hands around your upper body and massaged your left breast, making you whimper as your hips jolted when the vibrator probably hit your clitoral area.

you start to grind on his lap while the vibrator is still turned on. san just lets you grind on his lap, watching you get desperate as the time goes by. you pressed the button again, and the buzz intensified, making you moan loudly.

san was getting hard as well. "daddy, i need you," you said between your broken moans, whimpering after. san snapped and flipped you around; now he was on top of you.

you nodded aggressively, whimpering again as he put his hand on your clothed pussy, moving the vibrator in a circular motion.

san, pull your pants along with your underwear, revealing your wet pussy and causing the mini vibrator to fall. "you're such a slut, putting a vibrator. ey?" san said as he pushed two fingers inside your tight pussy, making you arch your back, gasping at the sudden stretch.

you move your hips while looking at him with teary eyes. "d-daddy, please, i want you," you said, whining.

he thrust his fingers hard and faster, purposefully amping at your spot to make you see stars. "d-daddy, ah, i'm going to—" you warned him as you felt your orgasm coming.

san stopped making you whine pitifully. he chuckled and took off his pants along with his underwear, revealing his hard dick.

san spread your legs and moved himself in between your legs; he took the vibrator and placed it inside your pussy, turning it on and making you moan.

san pushed himself inside you, moving his hips at a moderate pace. "a-ah fuck, this feels so good, daddy," you said in between your sweet moans, clenching around his dick and making him groan. he continues to thrust his hips, picking up the pace.

now thrusting hard and fast, "i"m close, daddy." you managed to speak as you grind back, meeting his thrust. san continues to do this, making you a mess.

he growls and cums inside you. panting hard after, san said, "well, that was a good surprise." chuckling as he press a kiss on your forehead.

well, this is a previous story of mine, and i just want to rewrite it and see if i've ever improved my writing skills these past months. i hope you enjoyed!

#ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez smuts #ateez san #san smut #choi san smut

[chellestrash]

Pretty and Sweet

Frank Castle x F!Reader

request: Omg I got Drabble in my mind Please write Frank Castle being obsessed with reader wearing Lacey pinky clothes because she looks cute in it and then he says things like“Such a pretty girl” “you look adorable in this I should get you clothes, would you like that sweetheart?”Or him being a soft dom and overstiming the reader in their lingerie“Just one more sweet girl”“your shaking honey” Just like praising her the whole time and being sweet but is being rough 🤭 Frank just gives that vibe he’d be so sweet

warnings: pet names, explicit language, smut, teasing, fingering (f!receiving), sub!reader, dom!frank

word count: 1k

a/n: i haven't done requests in sooooo long I'm not even sure if I know what to do anymore. I know this tool a lot longer than it probably should and I'm aware its not exactly what you asked for anon but i did my best i hope you get to enjoy it. If you end up reading it please let me know what you think!

“You gonna wear all that and then try to tell me you weren't trying to get my attention, sweetheart. Huh?”

Frank's voice rumbles through the air, filling the dark space of the bedroom the moment his body leans over yours. You smile a soft innocent smile, contrary to the current situation you found yourself in. 

“I just thought they were pretty.”

Dragging your finger over the straps of the pastel pink lingerie, you trace your eyes up and back to his face. The warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach gradually grows stronger as you let Frank's eyes skim over your body. His big hands were on either side of your head, his chest hung in the air over your own, one of his knees now wedged between your legs.

“Yeah?”

The firm frown on his face makes the muscles in your thighs twitch slightly and for a second you wonder if he noticed. He did. His eyebrows raise slightly and an unimpressed expression on his face when he glances down and back up into your eyes the second your body betrays you.

“Really?”

You fight with yourself, trying to play this off as nonchalantly as possible but you know, you know with Frank, with the way he knows his way around you, that's nearly impossible. 

“One question is all it takes to get to you, sweetheart?”

“Frank.”

You begin to explain yourself, the heat on your face prickling slightly when his eyes trace over your body one more time.

“Shh shh shh.”

That goddamn whisper. You swallow hard, feeling his thumb brush over the edge of your lower lip. The pounding in your chest picks up slightly.

“Just wanted me to see you in this, huh?”

You nod, a silent confirmation followed by Frank's quiet, low chuckle. 

“Right so, let's say I believe you, yeah?”

With your eyes fixed on his you listen, your chest rising and falling faster than before when his hand finally caresses your body. 

“Do you like it?”

You whisper, your hand now resting on his bigger one. His fingers brush over your sides, over the soft fabric of the lacy details. Frank scoffs, not at your question, only at the fact that you try to question the way he could feel about this. 

“Really gonna ask me that?”

Tracing over the straps, his eyes drop one more time. Following his gaze, his fingers trace over the many straps and buckles of your pastel pink lingerie set. You watch as he lets out a quiet grunt, followed by a hum when his eyes shut for a moment.

“Such a pretty girl, huh?”

Mumbling the praise he finds your eyes again, a split second before your body involuntarily reacts to his words.

“All that for me?”

Squirming under his body, you nod quickly. The need for his touch rises with every other minute he chooses to devote to letting the situation get the best of you. 

“Frankie, answer me.”

Feeling brave, you use the pet name to get his attention. His focus is now on your face once more, eyebrows raised, impressed with your choice of words.

“Oh, look at that, using your big girl words today?”

Moving his knee to the side, Frank pushes your legs apart slightly more. His hands are still on your side, rubbing over your exposed skin. The touch feels reassuring and so do his words. 

“Just want to know if you like the set. I picked it up in the store I thought it-”

“Sweetheart, the only place this thing would look better is right there on the floor.”

He nods his head to the side and you feel yourself getting warmer again. Rising your hips slightly, you gently grind against his leg once, then pause, waiting for his response. 

“You wanna ruin these? Hmm, you think it's worth it, sweetheart?”

Dragging his fingers down your stomach and then over the fabric, Frank begins to rub slow, gentle circles over your center through the pink fabric. Your lips part with a quiet gasp and your fingers wrap tightly around his free hand. The touch you’ve waited on for so long now, finally where you wanted it the most. Thankful for his decision,you breathe out relieved. Relaxing your body into Frank's palm, you confirm your desire for his attention. 

“That okay? Hmm? Can I touch you here, baby?”

The pressure intensifies slightly, your breath hitches, legs pressing together faster than you can even attempt to stop it.

“Mhm.”

You murmur, not wanting his question to remain hanging in the silence of the room.

“Think we're gonna have to get rid of those, huh, sweetheart?”

The question rings out in your head as you try your best to focus on Frank's words once more. Hooking his fingers over the waistband of the lower part of the pink underwear, he pulls the fabric down, his body moving as he leans closer to you. Rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, he presses a gentle kiss right under your belly button. His warm kisses follow the soft sensation of the fabric brushing over your skin while Frank exposes more and more of you with every kiss. 

Finally touching you without the barrier of the garment, Frank chuckles softly, satisfied but not surprised with how much the whole situation got to you.

“Attagirl, you like that, huh?”

Paired with his touch the question has your eyes rolling to the back of your skull and you dig your nails into his palm. 

“Fr-”

You start, but pause, biting your lip once he slips his finger inside you slowly.

“Shhh shhh shhh, that's it, sweet girl, that's it.”

Turning his head to the side, he plants the kiss on the inside of your thigh, the touch even softer than the kisses from moments ago. After pulling them out, he pushes his fingers inside again, then again and again. The repeated motion picks up pace as he begins to work his thumb over your clit.

“Oh f-mmmm.”

You hum, and he scoffs loudly, breaking the overly sweet character. He can't help but tease you and your hips buck up slightly.

“Shit, sweetheart, really? That much?”

“Frank-”

“You wanna say something? Hmm? Think you’ll have to speak up, baby.”

The pet name contrasts with the teasing character of the statement and your body reacts one more time. 

“Cause if you won't talk sweetheart. I think this will take a long, looong time.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #frank castle request #the punisher

[quick-catton]

i'm back from my walk. a fresh google doc has been opened. 3 wips have been shoved aside.

i have decided i need to write fem ollie on fem felix. it's the only way. two pretty boys in skirts and makeup and oliver absolutely obliterating felix. what else is a man to do under these circumstances

zero idea of plot, zero idea where this is going, just had a vision on my walk of oliver with cat–eye makeup and a dangerous look in his eyes dom–bottoming and riding the fuck out of giggly shy felix. the classic punk/goth x soft/pastel trope. does anyone see my vision

i am so used to masculine pet names/terms tho that i have no idea what i'm gonna do so if anyone has ideas/suggestions! pls! replies or asks whatever!! or anything you think could be hot to include or just general brainrot! i'm going a little insane over this idea

#using the tag #femcattonquick brainrot #for any posts pertaining to this bc i have a feeling i may spiral #regular girlboy ollie fic will still be happening too dw #cattonquick #quick-catton brainrot

[hwangcore]

dream lover — h.hj

warnings: SMUT, lots of kissing because i have a problem, vaginal fingering, an excessive amount of pet names bc i’m also a soft bitch, lowkey corruption of a plushie (i am so sorry), unprotected sex/coming inside (please do not do this at home), hints at dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk bc hyunjin is Filthy, uhhhh i think that’s it but lemme know if i missed something?

wc: 3.2k

note: so. this is what i have been working on for like a week now <3 originally it was supposed to be much, much longer but i simply could not bare to work on it anymore so . here she is. i’ve kinda worked on it sporadically so if there are parts that don’t flow or make sense no there aren’t <33 enjoy!

Even though you’d been with Hyunjin for almost six months now, you swore you could never get tired of kissing him. His lips were so perfectly plump and soft, and he knew exactly what to do with his mouth to have you weak in the knees.

Guess it’s a good thing I’m not standing, you thought distantly.

You weren’t exactly sure how long you and Hyunjin had been lounging around in your bed, him leaning back against the headboard and you in his lap, kissing each other like your lives depended on it. But as he pulled you closer to him without breaking the kiss, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, you almost couldn’t be bothered to care.

“Love your lips, angel,” he murmured between kisses. “would kiss them all day if you’d let me.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin moved to start kissing along your jaw and down your neck, giving the both of you a much needed breather. You buried your fingers in his dark hair, tugging on the strands gently whenever he came across a particularly sensitive spot. He’d been growing it for a while now, the ends almost reaching his shoulders, and you weren’t complaining in the slightest. “Mm, if we could I’d let you in a heartbeat.”

Hyunjin pulled away from your neck to look up at you with a pout. “Then what’s stopping us?”

You snorted, leaning down to peck his pouty bottom lip, which he used to turn into a kiss so thorough you almost forgot what you were going to say. “The fact that we should be using our time more productively, for one.”

“Kissing can be productive!” You raised a brow at him silently. “Doesn’t it burn like, two or three calories a minute or something?”

You patted his cheek. “Something like that.”

“So let’s start exercising!” Hyunjin dived back into your neck, placing feather light kisses all over it and making you giggle at the ticklish feeling.

“C’mon Jinnie,” You sounded breathless when he finally pulled away. “Let’s do something tonight, I’m tired of staying in all the time.”

While it may have been a slight exaggeration (you didn’t really stay in all the time), there was no doubt that you and your boyfriend were a more introverted couple. Most nights the two of you opted to stay in one of your apartments, usually yours (because Hyunjin seemed to like being surrounded by pink, and pastels, and everything you). And while you enjoyed being alone with your boyfriend for hours on end, along with lots of privacy since your roommate was hardly ever home, you were desperate to go out and actually do something.

“Hmm,” Hyunjin thought for a moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh! I think Jisung’s having a party tonight, we could go to that?”

You immediately stiffened up in his hold. “On second thought, let’s stay in after all. I think I have some popcorn if you wanted to-“

“Baby come onnnn,” Hyunjin whined. “Why don’t you wanna meet my friends? And don’t even try to deny it.” He pinched your hip softly when you opened your mouth, presumably to come up with a lame excuse. “You just said you wanted to go out. What’s wrong with going to Jisung’s party?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” You mumbled, looking down and playing with one of the strings of his hoodie. “I just- I don’t know. I’m not really a party person. And I do want to meet your friends, but just the thought of it makes me nervous. What if I say something dumb? Or do something wrong? Or what if they just don’t like me? And then they might want you to break up with me and-“

“Woah, woah, baby calm down.” Hyunjin interrupted you. “So what if you do something stupid when you meet them? We’re all human, and you’re allowed to make mistakes. And who on earth wouldn’t like you, of all people?” His arms tightened around you, pulling you up against his chest and allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and if, for some crazy reason, my friends don’t absolutely adore you, then…” he shrugged. “Sucks to be them, I guess. Not all of us can have the best girlfriend in the world.”

You smacked his arm with barely any force behind it. “Shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“Wow,” He gasped. “Here I am, trying to reassure my silly little girlfriend and what does she do? Slap me and call me embarrassing.”

You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. “You really think they’ll like me?”

“I know they will, baby. Ten bucks says you and Felix become best friends instantly.” Hyunjin pecked your forehead.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.” You pressed a kiss to his pulse. “I might still need some convincing to meet them.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin’s hand drifted up your back to tangle in your hair, and suddenly his grip was tight, pulling your head back so he could see your face. He kissed your lips softly. “Guess I’ll just have to make it worth it, won’t I?”

The slight stinging sensation on your scalp paired with his soft lips moving down to kiss along your neck and up to suck on your jaw made you whimper. “Please, Jinnie.”

He pulled away with a wet sound, no doubt leaving the beginnings of a sizable mark, right where everyone could see. “What should I do baby? Hm? What can I do to convince you?”

“Anything,” You tried grinding down against him, but his hands were suddenly on your hips, gripping them so tight you couldn’t move an inch.

“You sure about that honey? I can do anything?”

“Just-“ Not being able to move and get the friction you so desperately wanted was making you frustrated. “Stop teasing and f-fuck me already!”

“Fuck you?” Hyunjin raised a brow, unimpressed. “I don’t know…” He took one hand off your hip and grabbed your jaw, making your lips pucker out ever so slightly. “I don’t know if little girls who start demanding things deserve to get their cunts fucked.”

Normally you’d be all for letting him take complete control and throwing you around anyway he pleased, but for some reason at that moment it just didn’t feel right. You wanted him to fuck you, and maybe be a litte rough, yes. But not to the point where it made you feel like he’d forgotten he loved you.

“Jinnie,” your voice was high and breathless. “Please, not-not today.”

Hyunjin’s eyes softened, as did his grip on you. He moved his hand to caress your cheek. “You okay, pretty girl?”

You nodded as you shuffled closer to him. “Yeah. Just want you today, is all.” You mumbled, suddenly shy.

He knew exactly what you meant, because of course he did. “Just want me?” Hyunjin kissed from your cheekbone down to your lips. “My baby just wants me to take care of her? Fuck her so good she doesn’t worry about anything but my cock? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly and leaned in to connect your lips in a deep kiss once again, moaning softly as you felt his hand make its way under the shirt, that was actually one of his, that you were wearing. He cupped your breast and squeezed it gently, brushing his thumb across your nipple, and you couldn't stop yourself letting out a small squeak.

You could feel the corner of Hyunjin’s mouth lift in what you knew was a smirk, and you pulled back with a small frown.

“What?”

Hyunjin bit his slightly swollen bottom lip. “Nothing, nothing.” He started pulling up your shirt, letting out a soft groan when it was pushed over your chest, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

“Then why’re you laughing?” You whined as he began to leave soft pecks around your nipple.

“Because,” Hyunjin flicked his tongue against the nub, reveling in your sharp inhale at the action. “My darling is so,” a small kiss to your left breast. “fucking,” another to the right one. “cute.” and he lifted his head to press a final kiss on your lips, looking up at you with a grin. “My cute little baby, hm?”

“Yeah,” You breathed, burying your hands in his hair and tugging him closer to your chest. “Yours, just yours.”

“Mine.” He groaned, pulling your hips down to grind against his bulge and letting his head fall back at the sweet pressure. After a few minutes of mindless grinding, Hyunjin slid his hand around to give your ass an appreciative squeeze before patting it lightly. “Fuck, I-“ He swallowed, looking up at you with hazy eyes. “C’mon baby, up. Wanna get you ready for my cock.”

You and Hyunjin switched places, with you lying back against your pillows and him kneeling in front of your legs. His fingers trailed up, up, up, until they reached the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down to reveal your lacy blue panties.

He glanced up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Put these on just for me, huh?”

You looked away with a flush and began to mess with the hem of his shirt you were wearing. “Who else would I be wearing them for, Chaeryeong?”

As he took the shirt’s hem from your hands and pushed it up once again to rest over your chest, not even bothering to take it off all the way, Hyunjin made a face. “Don’t mention your roommate when we’re about to have sex.”

You swallowed the remark you were about to make, your mouth suddenly dry as he leaned down and began to leave wet kisses all along your inner thighs. He continued up to your hip bone, leaving a trail of small teeth marks where he couldn’t resist biting down on the flesh, as well as small patches of spit that were beginning to cool.

With one last kiss to the spot just above your pantyline, Hyunjin glanced up at you. “You doing okay baby? You’re awful quiet up there.”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘M good, promise.” If he decided to stop now, you were sure you would scream.

Seemingly able to sense your increasing lack of patience though, Hyunjin merely grinned at you before ducking back down and pulling your panties off, lightly kissing and sucking on the newly revealed skin.

Once they were fully discarded, he brushed his fingers along your folds, letting out a heavy breath once he felt just how wet you were. “Fuck, darling…”

“Baby, c’mon,” You whimpered. The feeling of him touching you so lightly was driving you crazy.

“Sorry, honey, sorry.” He wasn’t, and you both knew it. “Fingers or mouth, angel?”

“Just- Just fingers today, please.”

Hyunjin shuffled up the bed until you were face to face, with him pressed up tight against your side and propping himself up with one arm as he leaned down to connect your lips.

“Of course,” He murmured between kisses. “Anything for my polite girl.”

He continued to stroke your folds up and down, adding a bit more pressure each time, until he finally eased a finger inside. Even though it was slightly muffled by his lips, your moan at finally, finally, having something inside you still rang out loudly through the otherwise silent room.

Hyunjin pulled back with a nip to your bottom lip, his hand still moving and stretching you out. “Feels good, huh sweet girl?”

“Yeah, yes, yes. Please, please more.”

“So greedy and desperate.” Hyunjin sighed, but still added another finger as he reconnected your lips. Hyunjin curled his fingers upwards, thrusting them in and out and your hand flew up to grip Hyunjin’s arm, heat already curling deep within your gut from being pent up for so long.

“You close baby? Gonna cum all over my fingers so you’re nice and ready for my cock? Huh, baby?”

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, fuck Hyunjin.” His thumb had started to rub your clit, and your mind was focused on nothing but how his fingers were so long, and nimble, and how they felt so good stretching you out and rubbing against places you never seemed to be able to reach on your own. “Wanna cum, please, please, wanna cum so bad.”

“Go ahead honey,” He started kissing along your cheek softly. “Cum for me, now.”

Like your body was waiting for his permission, you finally snapped. Your pussy clenched and gushed around his fingers, and Hyunjin was once again reminded of how much he loved making you feel good.

“Okay, baby? Are you feeling alright?” He asked once you’d come down from your high.

“Mhm, I-“ You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” He pecked your lips and slowly pulled his fingers out, letting out a quiet groan when he saw how wet they were. “I swear you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Hey, no dying yet.” You tugged on his hoodie. “You still have to fuck me.”

Hyunjin’s eyebrows rose. “You still want me to?”

“Well…yeah.” You started nibbling on your bottom lip, suddenly unsure. “I mean, unless you don’t want to-“

He cut you off with a kiss, licking across your lips until you opened your mouth for him, letting out a soft moan when he began to suck on your tongue. When he eventually pulled away with a soft smacking sound, his cheeks were flushed a light pink. “Baby, if I ever don’t want to fuck you just take me to the hospital, because clearly something is wrong with me.”

“You’re so silly,” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Now how do you want me?”

You let Hyunjin move you into the position he wanted, which ended up being you on your stomach with a pillow under your hips. As he was kissing up your back, you realized you still had his shirt on, though it wasn’t covering much seeing as it was pushed all the way up to just under your arms.

“Do you want me to take this off?” You began to lift yourself up so you could strip fully, but Hyunjin’s hands were suddenly on your wrists, successfully keeping you pinned.

“Nah,” He’d made his way up your back and was now kissing, biting, and sucking all across your neck. “Wanna fuck you in it, make sure you’re surrounded by nothing but me.” He punctuated his words with an extra hash bite to the sensitive skin just below your ear.

You swear you’d never felt so turned on in your life.

Somewhere between him releasing your wrists so his hands could grope all over your body and marking up your neck so much you knew you’d probably have to buy some more concealer, Hyunjin had rid himself of his clothes, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips from side to side in anticipation.

Hyunjin let out a quiet laugh, mumbling something that sounded like “Cute,” before one hand was digging into the left side of your ass, squeezing and pulling it to the side so you were spread out for him while the other aligned his cock with your entrance.

“You ready doll?”

You nodded your head rapidly as you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be the sushi cat plushie Hyunjin had gotten you on your first date, and hugging it to your chest. “‘M ready, ‘m so ready.”

His hand flexed, squeezing tighter for a moment, before he started pushing in. Once he was buried to the hilt, you both let out a breath, overwhelmed by the feeling of being connected so deeply.

“Jinnie,” You whined, high pitched and needy. “You feel-feel so good.”

“Already, sweetheart?” Hyunjin gripped your hips tight. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

“Can’t- Can’t help it,” You hiccuped.

“Okay darling, I’ll stop teasing.” He finally began to move his hips, thrusting shallowly at first. “My sweet thing just needs me to fuck her. Just needs my cock in her pretty cunt.”

His voice had gone breathless, and that paired with the way his thrusts had started to get rough but were still so, so deep, had you burying your face in your plushie to muffle your pathetic whimpering.

“Uh, uh,” Hyunjin tutted, slowing down. “Don’t hide that gorgeous face from me angel. Let me see you and hear those pretty moans.”

You turned your head to look at him, teary-eyed. “But it’s-“ You sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “It’s embarrassing, Jinnie.”

“Its fucking hot, is what it is.” Hyunjin surprised you with a sudden thrust, more forceful than the rest, and you let out a small yelp as the head of his cock rubbed up against your sweet spot. “Right there, honey? Huh? Is that it?”

Any previous thoughts of being quiet flew out of your head as Hyunjin quite literally fucked you dumb.

“Jinnie, Jinnie, oh, fuck fuck fuck, Jinnie!” Your grip on Sushi Cat grew tighter, desperately needing something to ground yourself as your boyfriend kept fucking his cock into you so perfectly. The pleasure was unrelentless.

“Angel, fuck,” Hyunjin moaned as you started clenching tighter, edging closer and closer to your second release. “You feel so fucking good darling. Never- fuck- never wanna stop fucking you. Could spend the rest of my life buried inside this perfect pussy.”

“Jinnie I- fuck can I-can I cum? Please, please can I cum?”

“Fuck, yeah baby, yeah you can cum.” He pulled your hips up higher and reached around to stroke your clit. “Come on angel face, cum all over me. Make a mess on my cock.”

His words and the stimulation were enough to push you over the edge, cumming with a loud cry of his name.

Hyunjin only managed a few more thrusts before he buried himself in you as deep as he could get and cumming with a low moan of his own.

Several moments went by with your heavy breathing being the only sound in your room, before Hyunjin finally spoke.

“I swear every time we do that it gets better.” He leaned down to press kisses to the side of your face.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, content to lay there and bask in the affection he was giving you whilst still being plugged up by his cock. “that was…really good.”

Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You ready for me to pull out?”

“Mm, sure go ahead.”

He slowly pulled out, and you made sure to tip your hips up so as not to let his cum spill out and make an even bigger mess on your bed.

“Well that’s a sight I could certainly get used to.”

“Jinnie c’mon,” You groaned as his fingers ghosted over your well used pussy. “Wanna get cleaned up and this position isn’t very comfortable.”

Hyunjin scooped you up, carrying you bridal style out of your bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. “That’s not what you were saying the other day when I had you in that position.”

You glared up at him from where you were resting your head on his shoulder. “If I had any energy left I’d smack you.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I fucked it all out of you, hm?” He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before setting you down on the counter while he went to turn on the shower.

And later, after you’d both put on some clothes fresh out of the dryer and cleaned everything up, as you were watching Pride and Prejudice for the third time and cuddling on the couch, Hyunjin tightened his arms around you and pecked your cheek. “So about Jisung’s party…”

#skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #skz x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #hyunjin hard hours #kpop smut #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #h.hyunjin

[gatorbites-imagines]

Masterlist 1

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find masterlist 2 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

An understanding between artists

Steve is in love with the male reader and outed

Police officer Steve Rogers x male reader

-Bucky Barnes

Werewolf Bucky x vampire male reader

“Can you please come get me?” drabble

“You’re gonna be okay, baby, just breathe. It’s all going to be fine.” Drabble

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who has a prosthetic arm

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who likes pastel and sanrio

-Poly Stucky

Relaxing on a snowy morning part 1

A snowy evening (Relaxing on a snowy morning part 2)

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 1

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 2

Poly Stucky x shapeshifter male reader who turns into a wolf pup

-Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Ftm teen reader

Tony Stark x top rival male reader

-Loki Laufeyson

Loki x Tank/Healer male reader

-Moon Knight (Marc, Steven and Jake)

Marc and Steven being comforted by the reader after being yelled at

Shower fun with Marc❤️

Khonshu x ftm reader

Steven Grant x Monster/Non human male reader

Sub Jake Lockley x Dom male reader (scent and Collar)❤️

Jake Lockley x ftm reader❤️

Sub Jake Lockey x Dom reader, Alleyway❤️

Moonboys with male reader who says the safeword

Moonboys x ftm reader who was harrassed for being gay and trans

Moonboys with a flirty male reader and how he flusters them

Moonboys with a tall and buff male reader

Steven Grant venting to his boyfriend

-multiple

Nine realm headcanons

Bucky and Loki x Oblivious male reader

Avengers forgetting about your anniversary

Marvel x Eldritch horror male reader

Marvel Characters reacting to reader suprise hugging them

Dc

-Dick Grayson

Lazy-day

Dick Grayson x male reader meeting at a gala part 1

Dick Grayson x Male reader meeting at a gala part 2

Dick Grayson x male reader, undercover❤️

Dick Grayson x ftm reader who is dysphoric

Dick Grayson x Possesive dom male reader❤️

Dick Grayson x former circus performer male reader

Dick Grayson nsfw alphabet❤️

Dick Grayson with a ftm reader whos been deadnamed and misgendered on purpose

Dick Grayson being brought into subspace by the reader with sparring❤️(ish?)

-Jason Todd

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader part 2❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom male reader, desperate for each others touch❤️

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet❤️

Jason Todd being insecure about his appearence with an artist reader

Jason having flashbacks as the reader stitches him up

Jason with a male reader whos older and is like his sugar daddy ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake trying to flirt with a Tiefling reader but he has no idea how

-Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne and speedster male reader who he hates but starts to like

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne nsfw alphabet❤️

-Klarion

Klarion x young justice hero male reader

-Edward Nashton/The Riddler (2022)

Reader comforts Edward when hes working

Edward and the reader are obsessed with each other

Edward x male reader whos a huge romantic

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 1

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 2🖤

Top Edward x Bottom male reader, who met at Arkham❤️

-Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Bruce x Male reader who is big and intimidating, but a softy

Bruce x Detective male reader

Sub Bruce x dom male reader❤️

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan nsfw alphabet❤️

Ftm Hal Jordan with a Ftm reader ❤️

Hal Jordan with subspace, edging under a weighted blanket ❤️

Hal Jordan and the reader having enough of him putting himself down ❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen nsfw alphabet❤️

-Wally West

Bottom Wally West x Top Kryptonian male reader❤️

-Clark Kent

Clark Kent nsfw alphabet❤️

yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-el

Conner Kent/Kon-el with a ftm reader

Conner Kent/Kon-el nsfw alphabet ❤️

Conner Kent/Kon-el loving the readers scent and stealing their hoodies

Conner Kent/Kon-el x kryptonian male reader ❤️

Conner kent/Kon-el cuddling with the reader for the first time

-Kaldur'ahm  

Kaldur'ahm x alien male reader

-Joker

Joker x ftm reader

Ledger!Joker taking care of the sick reader

-multiple

Batson headcanons

Batsons x ftm reader

Batsons x Himbo ftm reader

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 1

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 2

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 3

Batman/fam being determined to adopt a criminal/vigilante reader

Batboys throwing eachother around as bonding

DC characters and what kind of yandere i think they would be

Batsons with an autistic reader who mirrors them

The Boys

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander being spanked by dom reader ❤️

Fight Club

-Tyler Durden and the Narrator

The Narrator is extremely in love with the male reader who also catches Tylers attention

Slashers

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz x male reader headcanons

-Poly Ghostface

Handsome Devil part 1 (slasher male reader)🖤

Handsome devil part 2 (slasher male reader)🖤

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 1

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 2

Poly ghostface x autistic male reader

Poly ghsotface with a reader whos in denial about their sexuality

Poly ghostface x metalhead reader with a personality similar to Stu

Poly ghostface x reader whos fascinated by gore and blood

-Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x protective male reader

Brahms Heelshire being comforted by male reader

Cuddling Brahms after a rough day

-Michael Myers

Michael Myers x himbo reader

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Michael Myers with a voice kink ❤️

-Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

-Corey Cunningham

Corey Cunningham x slasher male reader who replaces Michael 🖤

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Corey Cunningham comforting an overstimulated reader

-multiple

Slashers x male reader who is insecure about their thighs

Slashers with an s/o who vapes

Slashers and a weirdly strong male reader who keeps beating them

Slashers being given a flowercrown

Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire with petplay

Jason Voorhees and Pyramid head with violent hide and seek

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Pyramid head Proposing

Dead by Daylight

-Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Evan Macmillan sfw and nsfw alphabet❤️

-multiple

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johsen with a s/o whos built like a brick house

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees and Bubba sawyer bottoming for the first time

Star Wars

-Din Djarin

Keldabe

Din x Tall tanker male reader who is secretly a softy

Din Djarin x Flirty bounty hunter male reader

Din Djarin x Stoic male reader

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet❤️

-Poly Bobadin

Riduur

-Anakin Skywalker

Anakin skywalker x ftm reader

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Touchy male reader

Anakin comforting reader who was tortured and has night terrors

Anakin x Jedi male reader who is Plo Koons padawan

Sub Anakin x Dom male reader who is scared of intimacy, plus handcuffs❤️

Anakin with a ftm reader who has dysphoria

Padawan Anakin and a father figure male reader who falls in love with Shmi

-Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x Shapeshifter male reader

-multiple

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Anakin, Darth Vader, Obi wan and Cody, overall headcanons

Deaged star wars ocs

Fnaf

-Montgomery Gator

Vending Machine Mechanic

Monty x tiny male reader

-multiple

How the security breach cast would help the reader instead of freddy

Security breach cast x animatronic male reader

Harry Potter

-George Weasley

George Weasley x slythering male reader

Solo Leveling

-Sung Jin Woo

Sung Jin Woo x childhood friend male reader

One punch man

-multiple

Saitama and Genos relationship headcanons

Pokemon

-Guzma

Guzma with a stoic reader who has a centiskortch

-multiple

Team star bosses with a reader who is the leader and a psychic type user

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Rick Sanchez (C-137) with a ftm reader with autism

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost with a short male reader who is underestimated because of his height

Ghost with knifeplay ❤️

Ghost with knifeplay part 2 (theres actually no knives in this one)

Ghost with a reader whos bigger and scarier than himself

-Multiple

Call of Duty characters being fucked while being interrogated ❤️

Alejandro, Soap and König with a tall feminine male reader

Ghost and Soap with a himbo reader who is submissive and breedable ❤️

John, Alejandro,Gaz and König finding their partner asleep with animals.

Soap, Ghost, Rudy and König with a partner on the autism spectrum who copies their accent

Rudy, Alejandro and Price as biology teachers

Rudy, Alejandro and Price with an s/o whos a biology teacher

141 with a male reader who owns a huge wolf

Alejandro, Rudy and Soap with a flirty reader who speaks multiple languages

Ghost and König with a big chested male reader

Call of duty characters with a reader whos tongue tied and fumbles to speak

How the team reacts to ghost having a husband with colored hair and stretched ears

Ghost, Price, Alejandro, König, Gaz and Rudy with a male reader with long hair

141 with an older reader who still moves like a 20 year old they gush over

Cod characters with a male reader who has thick thighs and stretch marks

Cod characters reacting to meeting Prices husband

Cod characters with a male reader with a very low spice tolerance

#masterlist #male reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #dc imagine #dc headcanon #star wars imagine #star wars headcanon #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #Rick and morty headcanon #rick and morty imagine #one punch man headcanon #one punch man imagine #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling headcanon #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanon

[ramayah]

Could you write another subtop male jock x dom bottom male reader where after after practice the jock is really angry because it didn’t go well so the reader helps him “blow off some steam”? Also could you write aftercare headcanons too? I’m a sucker for them.

❝𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄❞ — dom! bttm! m!reader x sub top! jock

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 — fluff (mentions of: kissing, flirting) + smut (kinks used)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) — use of lace/silk bondage, feminization !!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — same as first time, porn w.o a plot<3 ALSOOO, this is my first request on this acc<333 tysm nonnie !!<3

" You look so beautiful like this. God, you don't know how crazy you make me." You whispered against his plump lips, not giving him the satisfaction of receiving a kiss. A whine escaped his lips, his aggressively pulled on the silk that was wrapped around his wrists, wanting to touch you all over. Starting from your thighs to the trim of your pastel-colored skirt, to your waist, and then to your perky nipples. All over, non-stop. " I'll-I'll beg how many times you want, please! Let me touch you, just once! Please, please, please!" He begged as you grinded against his clothed cock, hands pressed against his abdomen. Oh, how he'd love to have his way with you right now, the erotic expression present on your face: your lower lip being bitten, hushed whimpers coming from you, your body shaking from the burning pleasure of his cock rubbing against yours was too much to bear with.

Breathy moans left the athlete's mouth as his lower half jerked up, the strain of his boxers only igniting his erection. " [name], ple-ase! For ffucks sake, please!" He cried as his hips started to jerk harder with [name]'s movements, his cock yearning for [name] in more ways than one. " Should I really, though..? Hm? Do you actually deserve it?"

[name] shoved his two index fingers down the jock's throat, his fingers becoming wet and felling slick. " Are you going to answer? Why're you being so.. quiet?" [name] teased as he rode out his overflowing high in a most grueling way. Seeing his lover beg so shamefully for him and only for him was more than an ego booster. His begging become into sobs and incoherent babbles, pre dripped down his cock, sweat droplets coating the unclothed parts of his body. " You know what," [name] started as he backed up from straddling his lover's lap and pulled down his lover's boxers, throwing them on the floor.

His head tilted back as [name] licked from the base of his cock to the tip, the feeling of the younger's tongue slithering on his cock was more than a sentimental feeling. His toes curled as [name] engulfed his cock inside of his warm mouth, sending shivers across his lower abdomen and up his spine, his eyes growing to become hazy and blurred from just the touch of his lover. It was so overwhelming. But he just wanted more and more and more until his body went numb and he couldn't form a complete sentence. His body wavered and shook, cum spurted from his cock, twitching from [name] licking his after-cum. His pupils metaphorically turned into hearts filled to the brim with overflowing lust.

" Please. I'll do anything, please! I really, really want you so badly." He whined, his restraints feeling too tight and his hands wanting to drag themselves over [name]'s body, yearning to feel every curve and perfection. [name] swallowed his lover's cum down his throat, loving the taste that remained on his tongue. " Let me touch you, please, let me touch you.." Tears dripped down his face from the excruciating pain that exhibited from his aching cock. " Since you've been so, so good, I'll give you a reward."

The silk restraints dropped and once again, [name]'s back met the same soft, loveable bed as the jock tore [name]'s boxers off his lower frame and started feeling his way up his thighs and down the backside of his thighs, pressing soft kisses here and there, as well as some very visible hickies. His monstrous cock ached for yet another release, and he vowed to receive it from none other than his lover. Since earlier prep was done, there was no need for him to take precious time and waste such a favorable evening.

He plunged his cock inside of the younger male, not caring for the loud, thrilling gasp that escaped his throat. " Wait— let me adju- Aah! Haah!" Moans and groans echoed throughout the bedroom, fat tears dropping down the sides of [name]'s face as his ass was being torn apart by his boyfriend's cock. The athlete leaned down, making their chests touch as he nuzzled his face in [name]'s neck, making visible hickies that would only be covered up by a v-neck. " Mmm.." [name] hummed in content as he could feel the shaky breaths of another on his neck, wrapping his arms around his lover's neck, a shaky, breathy moan escaped his slightly parted lips as he gripped the older male's curly brown locs. " I love you, so, so much." He whispered, kissing [name]'s lips in a passionate, desperate way.

The night was young, and the sun was barely set, it was surely a devious night headed before them.

aftercare headcanons<3

BUBBLE BATH ALL THE WAY, ASAP

cuddles while bathing, honestly. (he cant get enough of u<33)

" you were such a good boy" + " mm.. i love you, did i tell you that b4?" (+ sweet nothings being whispered into each others ear while u pepper his face w. kisses)

" u were such a good boy" + " mm.. i love u sm<3" (+ talking about each others day 2 each other)

" practice was horrible, u weren't there.. i missed u :(("

its his sad boy summer arc, he misses u 2 much these days :((

since he cant get enough of u, he couldn't bear to stop holding u once u two were in the tub

his arms were wrapped around ur waist, ur head laying on his shoulder, ur arms wrapped around his neck, n his head laid on ur shoulder

MATCHING ONESIES ALL THE WAYYYYY (or pjs !! he couldn't decide which ones, so he bought both)

if u 2 have onesies; sonic<3 tails 4 him n sonic 4 u (u bought him a orange bow 4 the tail on his onesie 💀, (he wears it 24/7 btw WHEN WEARING THE ONESIEEEE, he totally hasn't worn it while his hair was in a ponytail/two ponytails))

if u 2 have pjs; sonic still<3 (its his current hyper fixation) u didnt give him a bow this time dw, u gave him aaaaaaaaa HOOOODIEEE<3 (he literally squealed n couldnt let u go when u gave it 2 him as another anniversary gift<3)

(ps. u have learned how 2 pry that shit off of him just 2 wash it at least, n i mean this in the sincerest way, AT LEAST once a decade.)

after affect<3:

sonic 2 or batman (2022) or (he only likes this show cause he says the man in the yellow hat is so mfin fine) curious george<3 ORRRR (this is because he thinks henry cavill is hot) superman<33333

anyways, one of those w. a side of honey bbq chips n sweet tea 4 him n ur personal food choices 4 u<3 n after the two of u r tired from all the shenanigans u 2 pulled that evening, the moon has already risen in the night sky by then n u 2 hold each other close as both of ur eyes began 2 feel heavy n the movie begans to fade in the background—

" ure not going 2 sleep r u?", " pfft.. no, ofc not. r u?", " no, im too much of a manly man 2 sleep, sleep is 4 the weak ngl", " imagine i just pass out rn", " then i would kiss u awake", " u ever think about how fish have moths but not tails?", " babe.. what? fishes dont have moths. ure literally so tired rn, go 2 sleep weakling.", " r u on the varsity football team? hm? no? i didnt think so, lameo", " aka, what u were born as", " omg wait, what if the emojis from the emoji movie were real n they were watchin u rn", " yeah cause im so hot", he kissed ur forehead and nuzzled his face in ur chest, " ure more than hot, yk. ure pretty, n beautiful, n cute, n nice, n hot. did i mention hot?", " ure like.. hm, superman if he had curly hair n was my type", wait.. babe.. superman isnt ur type? omg. ure such a red flag", " yeah says the one who eats ramen raw out of the pack w. the seasoning", " but its good! u cant say it isnt.", " yes, yes i can.", " i love u", " i love u 2, idiot", u pressed a kiss on the top of his head, soft snores came from [name]'s lover, a small sigh parted from [name]'s lips, a smile coming on his face, " i love u, yk, like very much, even tho ure like sleep rn, im glad we're together"

unknowingly, his lover was still awake, and a blush was spreading across his face. he couldnt wait for what the future held<3

[SIGNED BY— kuvijuo. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]

#♤. ev's thrists #showtime — sidestream #oc x male reader #male reader insert #male reader fluff #x male reader #jock x male reader #jock oc x male reader #male x male reader #x bottom male reader #bottom male reader #dom bottom male reader #x dom!bottom!malereader #dom male reader #male reader smut #bottom male reader smut

[keis-slut]

I MUST know how Vanessa handles her strap on with a bottom!reader

honestly, I must know as well…so this gives me a chance to add more to vanessa’s hcs LMFAO.

thank you for asking this!!!!

and maybe scroll to the bottom for a bonus surprise.

also, assuming reader is afab in this ask and vanessa is the one wearing the strap, yes? alright, great

FNAF SB CONTINUED VANESSA KINK HEADCANONS (NSFW)

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-her strap is pink and she’s not ashamed of it whatsoever honestly LOL

-it’s one of those cute pink dildos you’ll see with like glow in the dark stars inside, and the strap itself is like hot pink and pastel pink accents, it’s cute, just a lil detail my brain wanted to add

-also, it’s not big, maybe like 5-6inches, but does have that ungodly g-spot curve she just loves to fuck around with

-as I said in the other hcs, she loves when you call her mommy, it gets her even more riled up than when yall started

-I also said she’d be fine with a little hair pulling here and there if she was getting fucked, but now she’s fucking you

-and so, she loves pulling your hair, forcing your head back so you have to look at her

-she’s a sucker for eye contact too, she won’t allow you to look away when she’s on top

-“look at me when i’m fucking you, y/n”

-she’s not one for giving praise or degradation, but when she’s dom she’s still extremely overpowering, she doesn’t even have to say anything, it’s just her presence, and that’s hotter than anything.

-she has those eyes, “siren eyes”, she just has to look at you a certain way with her piercing green eyes, and boom, you’ve cum already

-she loves to kiss, like a lot. especially in the middle of fucking you, like she’ll be stretching you out and just capture your lips at the same time

-she does this because she absolutely loves feeling how squirmy and desperate you get while kissing back, how you pull away and gasp into her mouth at just the right spot, and she’ll catch your lips again as your whine echoes on her lips

-LORD, she just loves being close when you fuck, doesn’t matter who’s dom or sub

-she’s very intimate and passionate, especially when on top

-she also may or may not continue even after you’ve cum, just to hear your cute overstimulated squeals

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LMFAO BONUS ONESHOT CUZ IM GAY AND HORNY

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sitting on the sofa, I hear a door slam. A car door.

I jump up from the couch, fully aware of what time it was, and stomp over to the front door.

I look outside, seeing vanessa strut down our walkway as I click our lock and twist open the knob, going to fully open it.

only before it’s pushed against my body, and vanessa comes trudging in angrily.

“v-vanessa! hey! what’s wrong?” I squeak as she pushes past my body, throwing her shoulder bag onto our kitchen counter, almost knocking over various trinkets.

she ignores that, along with my voice, and walks down the dark hallway, towards our bedroom.

“excuse me! don’t ignore me!” I say, now annoyed myself as I slam the front door shut, locking it.

“you didn’t even fucking take your shoes off!” I add, walking around our kitchen and following her to our bedroom, going to open the door.

only for it to be locked.

“vanessa, open the door! it’s my room too, you’re being rude!” I yell, slamming my fist onto our wooden door.

a moment after, it’s surprisingly unlocked and opened, and I make eye contact with her for just a split second before she goes back to what she’s doing.

her bottom half is fully exposed, with her white button-up work shirt is still messily buttoned on.

I slam the door behind me, crossing my arms as I face her.

“it’s not fair for you to take out a bad day at work on me, vee” I say sternly, as she pulls off her socks and throws them to a unknown place in our room.

“and who said it was because of work?” she snaps at me abruptly, and i’m taken back by her attitude.

“first of all, that’s where you’ve spend your whole day anyway, it’s all I can assume, and second of all, do not speak to me like that” I say, growing closer to her with each word.

suddenly, she turns around quickly and pushes into me, backing me against the wall behind me harshly as her striking green eyes narrow.

“or what?”

i’m shocked at first, maybe even a little angry that she snapped like that, but I couldn’t help myself as a smirk plasters on my face, only making her scrunch her face more.

“did you have a bad day at work?” I ask, but teasing her, seductive and derogatory.

she stops for a second, blinking and furrowing her eyebrows slightly, confused.

I bring my hand to her face, puckering my bottom lip.

“did that make you angry?” I continue, touching her face as I lean in closer, and so does she, but oh boy was she mad.

exactly what I wanted.

She grabs my hand in her fist, slamming it against the wall behind me, causing me to whine slightly.

“that’s it…show me how angry you are” I purr, picking up my leg to rest on her bare hip, as she still had nothing on below. But she still had her shirt.

I push my body, backing her up onto the bed as I crawl on top.

but she immediately flips us over, her now on top.

“take your clothes off” She says sternly, before crawling off me and walking to our closet.

I knew exactly what she was getting.

I sit up eagerly and pull my shirt over my head, pulling down my pajama pants as well, no panties or bra underneath conveniently.

I lay myself back down as she struts over, pulling out her hair from her ponytail at the same time, letting it loose.

I put my hands out, grabbing her body and pulling her on top of me as soon as she was close enough.

she leans down and kisses me passionately, hand roaming to my hair as she grabs a fistful.

her tongue lingers on the edge of my lips as I open my mouth, meeting her tongue with mine. I moan into the kiss and grab her face, desperately kissing her as if she wasn’t close enough.

she pulled my hair back harder, sending a whine to echoe out of my mouth, to hers, and she groans in acknowledgement.

I felt her other hand wander down my stomach, to between my legs quickly, feeling just how slick i’ve become in this scenario.

she breaks the kiss for a second, a whine leaking from my lips as she separates my thighs, petting my folds gently, and I rut my hips.

“…mommy”

She stares down at me dangerously, pushing a finger inside my cunt. I squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling, and I feel her lean down and kiss my lips gently.

as quick as she went in, she pulled out, to which I opened my eyes in surprise to protest. But this was before I felt something else stretch inside me, and I saw her thrust her hips.

“fuck!” I moan, placing my hands onto her shoulders.

I felt her hand graze the back of my head again, grabbing my hair and pulling back, the same time she started to slam her hips against mine.

I felt myself clench around the toy in pure bliss, as she had one hand coddling my body, and the other pulling my head back by my hair.

her thrusts grew desperate and animalistic, and her face was less than an inch from mine, her narrowed eyes never leaving mine as my eyebrows knit.

the toy curved inside me, the tip pushing up against just the right spot, my body tensing.

I felt my body shiver with chills as my hands only scratched at her shoulders, and my legs wrapped around her body to pull her closer, deeper.

it was skin-to-skin as I squealed, reaching climax rather quickly than usual.

I expected her to pull out as we slowed down, and I caught my breath, but she gripped my hair harder and pulled me back to look at her.

“just a little longer-“ she starts, leaning closer to me as I whine from her pushing back in.

“-i haven’t calmed down yet” she finishes with a growl, starting with a pace that had to be much faster, fucking the mess i’ve made right back into me.

I reach around and claw at her back, her lips finding mine again as we both grew sloppy.

she kept going, leaving me no choice but to make more of a mess as she clung to my body.

“f-fuck…you should come home from work-ah!-a-angry more ofte-ahh!” I struggle to slur my words as she wouldn’t stop,

and she didn’t stop.

#smut writing #wattpad #writers on tumblr #smut writer #vanessa fnaf #fnaf vanessa #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf smut #fnaf #fnaf headcanons #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's

[kaciidubs]

Hi kaciiii bby what about hyunnie and sungie wearing matching skirts and panties for reader

Nonnie, I love this thought soooo much, so sit with me for a second and let's picture it together, shall we?

✧. ┊ Warnings; Feminization, Dom! Reader, Sub! Hyunjin and Jisung, Jisung is referred to as Sungie, and Pretty/Baby Boy, Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, Angel, and Princess, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Love, Mommy and Miss

"Come on, boys, show me already!"

Of course they'd have you waiting even though they were the ones insisting that you wait in the bedroom since they had something to show you - and by them, you really mean Jisung who simply roped Hyunjin into his antics.

However, when the ensuite bathroom door opened, the several minutes of waiting were immediately well worth it; your eyes landing on pastels and frills that made your heart flutter.

Jisung was the first one out, all pale lanky legs and smooth thighs that begged for marks of any kind - a pretty pink, ruffled skirt adorned in lace barely reaching the middle of his thighs, while a simple cropped white sweater accentuated his slim waist.

"Tada!" His smile was as bright as the sun, spinning around just enough for the skirt to flare out at the bottom. "What do you think? Hyunnie and I bought them the other day!"

He and Hyunjin... bought them?

"Sungie, you mean- You're matching?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, yeah - can't you see-" Turning his head to the empty space next to him, his smile fell into a pout, "Hyune, come on! What are you still in there for?!"

"I don't want to do it anymore." Came his distant voice from the bathroom, sounding somewhat annoyed about something unseen.

"Why?! You looked fine when we were changing!"

"The skirt is all wrinkly!"

Jisung groaned, tossing his head back before snapping it back in your direction, pleading eyes on full blast, "Jagi?"

You scooted yourself toward the end of the bed, letting your legs dangle over the side, "Come on, angel, I'm sure you look beautiful - can't you let me see and decide for myself?"

A moment of silence, followed by a short huff and slow footsteps before your second boyfriend revealed himself; a bashful blush tinting his cheeks as he stepped further into the room.

His skirt was the same as Jisung's, but instead of pink it was a beautiful pastel blue that made those dancer legs of his look softer underneath all that sculpted muscle - not to mention the same matching sweater, though his seemed to have blue ribbons threaded through the sides, while Jisung's had pink ribbons threaded through the sleeves.

Regardless, they both looked like glorious pieces of dessert waiting to be feasted on.

"Oh my..." You breathed softly, looking between your two partners, "Aren't you two just the prettiest gifts I've ever seen? My pretty baby boy, and my pretty, pretty princess - look at you two!"

Hyunjin hid his face with one of his oversized sleeves, while Jisung shifted in his spot needily.

"We... We have another surprise for you, Mommy."

You didn't have the chance to question his allusion as his hands made their way to the edge of his skirt, grabbing the frilled lace and tugging it up, up, up, until he revealed-

Oh.

Oh fuck.

A pair of sheer blue panties hugged his hips, taut against the shape of his dick - chubbing beautifully from the influx of attention - with a pretty white bow sitting above his pelvis.

Shifting your gaze, you realized Hyunjin was holding his skirt up with his free hand, brazenly exposing the way his longer cock laid snug along his hip underneath a pair of sheer pink panties with another white bow just below his navel - the set that seemingly belonged to Jisung's outfit.

"Baby boy," you cooed, watching as Jisung perked at your saccharine tone, "Princess," you called, which was more than enough for Hyunjin to drop his hand from his face - faint strands from his pony tail framing him like a picture.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Can you both come a little closer? I'd like to see what else we can get to match."

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#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ anony nonie #skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader

[moonlit-stay]

· . * · ° ☆ Morning Glow

☆ Pairing: Felix x Female Reader

☆ Genre: Fluff and Smut

☆ Word Count: 950

☆ Warnings: Soft!Dom Felix, Sub!Fem reader, established relationship, clit stimulation, fingering (female receiving), soft, sleepy morning sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming at the end

☆ Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: A Pastel Yellow and White <3

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything written in all of my work is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

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Third request <3

Thank you so much to the anonnie that requested this!!

I'm sorry this took so long. I wanted to get all my Kinktober content written and released so I could fully focus on this. Thank you for your patience <33

Enjoy :)

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You slowly stir from your sleep, soft sun rays pouring into your otherwise dark room as you feel Felix's arm wrap around your middle, pulling you closer into his embrace. Your back is pressed flush against his chest as he nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. A smile tugs at your lips at the contact, your hands coming to rest on top of his.

"Good morning, beautiful." He quietly greets, his voice low as he kisses along your neck.

"Morning, Lixie." You reply, shuffling impossibly closer to him.

He gently grips your chin, turning your head to the side so he can kiss your lips. You smile into the kiss, feeling one of his hands trail along your side before it finds purchase on your hip. He presses his hips against your ass, his morning wood straining against the fabric of his briefs as he slowly grinds against you.

He sighs into the kiss at the friction, reaching to pull your sleep shorts down your legs before he tosses them somewhere in the room. He hooks one of your legs over his own, trailing his hand in between your thighs. He rests his pointer and middle fingers firmly against your clit, drawing slow circles against the bud as you softly moan into the kiss.

"More, Lix." You quietly whine against his lips, watching a small smile tug at his features.

"Patience, angel." He lowly whispers, feeling your hand gently wrap around his wrist as he speeds up his fingers. "Gotta prep you for me."

He continues rubbing at your clit, speeding up his fingers every so often just to hear your pretty noises before he slows his pace again, earning long, drawn out whines from you. He drags his fingers down your slit until he reaches your entrance, lightly circling the hole with his fingertips before he sinks his digits into you. A sigh leaves your lips at the slight stretch, your hands coming up to grip at his bicep as he slowly pumps his digits into you, scissoring his fingers to stretch you for his length. Soft moans leave your parted lips, gradually increasing in pitch as Felix's palm comes to rub against your clit, his fingers never faltering.

"Want you to cum for me, angel." He whispers against your neck, using your morning sensitivity to his advantage as you quickly approach your first high. "Go ahead, baby."

He brings you to your first orgasm, riding you through it as breathy moans of his name slip past your lips.

Felix brings his fingers up to his lips, wrapping his lips around the digits and sucking them clean before reconnecting his lips with yours with a groan. He hurriedly pulls his briefs down his legs, tossing them with your previously discarded sleep shorts before he lines his length up with your entrance.

"You ready for me, baby?" He asks, slowly dragging his tip through your folds.

You nod in response, pushing your hips back against him. He slowly sinks into you, shuddering at the way your walls hug his length as one of his arms winds around your middle, holding you against him as he quickly bottoms out.

He draws his hips back, slowly thrusting back into you and repeating the process, setting a slow and steady pace.

"You always feel so good around me, baby." He groans out, feeling you clench around him at his words. "Would be inside you constantly if you'd let me."

A loud moan tears from your throat in response to his words, his hips speeding up ever so slightly to hear more of your noises. Your hands desperately grip at his arm, feeling him thrust into you with more force as you cup your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans.

"Uh uh," he groans, his breathing labored as his hand comes to grip your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth. "I wanna hear every little noise you make for me. Wanna hear how good you feel because of me."

Your breath gets caught in your throat before a particularly loud moan leaves your form, your second high approaching at record speed. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Felix starts to pound into you, his pace still slow as he hits all the right places. Your legs begin to tremble as the knot in your stomach comes dangerously close to unraveling.

"Lix," you whine out, your voice being cut off by a moan.

"What's wrong, baby? You gonna cum for me?" You vigorously nod in response, feeling his thrusts grow sloppy as his high approaches as well. "Cum with me, angel."

He thrusts into you a few more times before you both cum at the same time. The sound of loud moans of each other's names and swears fill the room as your lips messily collide in a heated kiss. Felix buries his face into the crook of your neck, gently kissing along the skin as he traces shapes into your hip.

The room grows quiet, the only audible sound being you and Felix's labored breathing as you both come down from your highs. You feel Felix slowly pull his arm away from your form before you hurriedly wrap your arms around his.

"Don't go, Lix." You quietly mumble out, feeling him relax back against you. "Wanna stay just like this."

"Ok, baby." He replies, a bright smile adorning his features as he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling closer against your frame.

You decided everything outside you and Felix's shared room could wait awhile as you drift back to sleep, Felix following you right back into dream land soon after.

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[axigailxo]

sunday’s sunset | myg

pairing. reader x yoongi established relationship au

genre. fluff! smut! soft/intimate smut that turns into rough! smut, implications of dom!reader but Yoongi isn’t really sub-ish in this

contains. teasing, fingering, oral sex (both f & m), and last but not least, a lil bit of dirty talk also a little bit of edging if you squint rly hard

summary. You and your boyfriend Yoongi spend a lazy late Sunday afternoon in bed, attempting to make soft and intimate love that inevitably turns rougher.

a/n: this was originally written as more of an imagine/scenario but it’s technically still a one shot hehe

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It’s 7 o’clock in the evening and you’re laying down with Yoongi on the white sheets of your shared king sized bed, your back to him as you’re facing the direction of the large curtain wall that displays the pastel sky of faint baby blue drowned in a blush orange.

The melting sun is seen in the distance, creating a comfortable ambience for the two of you.

He is sitting slightly leaned onto the headboard while your lazily spread out on the mattress.

Music echos from the living room of your studio apartment, a mix of ballads and R&B sending you and Yoongi both into a state of tranquility.

His fingertips delicately meet your side in an effort not to startle you, your sigh of comfort allowing himself to trail them to your tummy.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks.

You hum in response, placing your own soft hand on top of his and resting it there. You feel the radiating heat from your skin that’s beginning to burn his trapped hand, but he seeks comfort in that warmth.

“There’s so much to feel right now,” you whisper.

He chuckles in admiration, his trapped hand managing to let his thumb stroke your tummy.

“I’m glad you feel it too,” he speaks in a hushed tone, his words sounding like spoken thoughts that he’d usually keep to himself.

You smile at the purity of the moment, blissfully shutting your eyes as you turn yourself around, keeping his hand on you, now laying on your back and looking up at him.

“What about you? What are you thinking about?”

He gazes around every spot of your eyes for another long moment before speaking. When he does speak, he adverts his eyes to his hand that’s still trapped beneath yours.

“You.”

He instantly flicks his eyes back to yours to catch your reaction, a fond spark lighting them up as he discovers your bright smile.

You peel your hand from his, lazily bringing it to hold onto the back of his neck. You hummed in struggled gesture for him to lean down to reach your lips since you couldn’t.

He understood your gesture as you put slight pressure on his neck in signal to lower his head.

He obliges, bringing his lips to reach yours. You lazily suction his bottom lip, pulling back to only rejoin it once again but with more passion.

You feel his tongue brush against yours, so you lap them together while concluding with a suction. You repeated that for what seemed like forever. You felt extremely comfortable and safe in this moment, and you didn’t want it to end.

With that being said, you released his neck and placed your hand on his again. This time, you didn’t rest it there and instead guided it. He let you take control of his hand as you guided it up your body, stopping between your breasts. You brought your hand off of him, wanting him to take the insinuative to touch you himself.

Sadly, he ended the kiss to make sure his full attention was on how he was going to touch you.

You were already undressed due to your previous shower, the only material on you being your panties. He was in just sweatpants.

He focuses his eyes on your right breast as the tip of his middle finger slowly rubbed circles onto the bud of your nipple.

You hummed in pleasure, catching his eyes lock onto yours for a moment before you peacefully shut them.

He trailed his fingertip to the opposite breast, and you inhaled as you felt his warm mouth kiss the breast he was just working on.

His tongue lapped your nipple slowly, the heat of his breath intensifying the sensation.

“Touch me, please.” You instruct in a whispered whine.

He begins to kiss up from your breast to your collarbone then eventually to the sweet spot on your neck to which he suctioned delicately.

He pulled away out of breath, swiping his thumb over what you assumed is now a dark purple mark on your neck.

You opened your pleading eyes, to which he placed a kiss on your forehead and whispered, “I love you.”

You and Yoongi rarely have intimate, passionate sex. It’s usually rough, quick, random, or stress relieving sex. You barely “make love,” so this moment is important to both of you.

You strained your neck to reach up and peck his lips, collapsing your back back onto the mattress while giggling an “I love you” back.

His gummy smile showed as he lowed himself over your body, his mouth kissing the lace of your panties waistband. He made sure to lock eyes on yours as he hooked three fingertips from each hand into them, pulling down. He slowly brought the fabric down the length of your legs, taking them completely off and tossing it onto the floor.

Your body covered in goosebumps at the fact you were laying completely bare in front of him, every aspect of you now being free to his gaze.

He made his way halfway back up your body, his mouth being aligned with your lower stomach.

He kissed a trail from that area to your vulva, his eyes having never left yours. He stops at your vulva, so you nod in permission for him to continue down.

He flicks his eyes down to focus his attention, softly pecking down your slit. He lets out a slight hum as he feels your wetness cover his lips.

He opens his mouth against you, his tongue licking up from your core, all the way up to your clit. You uncontrollably flinch against him, a whimper escaping.

If this weren’t and intimate moment, he would have had no mercy on you, flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit— paying no mind to your whines or flinches. Although it is, so he’s being extra careful and slow for you.

He placed a gentle kiss on your clit, using his thumb to rub deep, slow circles onto it. Your clit was very sensitive, but he was able to control his movements, making it pleasurable.

You comfortably moaned, gently rolling your hips against him.

He kissed your inner thigh that he had his arm hooked around as he continued with his thumb. He felt bad to cut it short, but he knew you needed to feel him deeper.

He used his fingertips to rub your wetness all over your entire cunt, lining his index and middle finger at your entrance. He looked up at you again for permission, and you frantically nodded yes.

He slowly let his fingers sink all the way inside of you, reaching your g spot but not slamming into it like usual. He instead brushes his fingertips against it, pulling his fingers out halfway, then repeating the movement.

“Do you want to come now or did you want to wait?”

He didn’t pause his movement when he spoke, nor did he stop to let you answer so you had to let out a few more uncontrollable moans before you could answer.

“I want to do it at the same time as you,” you spoke with an uneven breath.

“Okay, just tell me when to stop then.”

You nodded, arching your back as he continued working on you with his fingers.

You suddenly really wanted to feel his length inside of you, and the more you visualized it the quicker your high built up.

“Now, stop—”

He stopped, but you told him too late. You felt your high drip out of you, the intense wave of euphoria washing over every cell in your body. Your moan was loud and whiney, your eyes glued shut.

Your chest rose and collapsed as the high went away completely, and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi on the verge of laughing at you.

“Shut up,” you jokingly told him, embarrassingly covering your face with your hands.

“It’s okay, we can still do it together.”

He crawled back up to lay besides you as you both waited for you to be ready again.

You were always very sensitive after orgasming so you knew it was going to take a while before you could handle being touched there again. You thought it was only fair to pay attention to his needs while you waited.

You turned to your side, facing him completely. He was laying with his eyes peacefully shut, so you latched your lips onto his neck.

It was honestly very difficult for you to not ruin the intimacy of it all, you wanted to talk dirty to him and touch him roughly— but you had enough self control.

So you thought.

“You made me come so hard,” you whispered seductively.

His gummy smile instantly appeared, almost as if he missed this sexual side of you.

“There she is.” He teased.

You giggled against the skin of his neck then licked up to his ear.

“I want to make you come hard too. Can you do that?”

He let out a deep “mhm,” and so you sat up, crawling down the bed and sitting between his legs.

You hooked your fingertips into his sweatpants and boxers, eagerly pulling down to reveal his very hard erection. You stripped him completely, lazily letting the clothing fall to the ground as you focused your attention back to his standing cock.

He had precum all over his tip, his cock almost bursting in need of being touched.

“You’re so hard for me baby.”

You don’t take it slow like he did because that would have been torture for him. You instead stroked his length a couple times before licking off his precum and suctioning your lips around him.

His deep moans and whimpers filled the room and you felt yourself dripping wet in response.

You bobbed your head, going slightly slow then really fast. You occasionally came up to gasp for air, but then eagerly continued. You loved the taste of him and his reaction to your mouth, so you didn’t stop.

“Fuck, yes baby.”

“Are you gonna come hard for me?” You ask.

“Yes—”

He interrupted himself with a moan, so you went faster.

“Please come down my throat, I want to swallow it so bad.”

He twitched at all of your words, and you knew that meant he was extremely close. You spit on his dick, and used your hand to stroke him rapidly. You went as fast as you could, even moaning for him to bring him closer to the edge.

He whimpered, and so you lined your tongue up with his tip as you continued to stroke him and as you expected his come shot all over your mouth and tongue.

He was a moaning mess and breathing hard, his cock finally losing the swollen tinge of purple due to his needed release.

He continued to pant out of breath as he watched you swallow every trace of him.

…

As the sun finished setting, you both took a power nap to ease your tiredness and prepare for the night ahead.

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released 6/xx/22 ; revised and edited 8/26/22

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[ciaossu-imagines]

I tried my best to write for every character from Mystic Messenger, even if it was only a question or two, just because there is such a small group of characters! I used the same prompt, and hope everyone enjoys the headcanons!

Jumin

When did you lose your virginity?

Okay, but I think it’s fairly safe to say that Jumin was a virgin when the player character in the game met him. A very sexually frustrated virgin, but a virgin nonetheless. I feel like, given his distrust of people and some heavily implied attempted sexual grooming in his past, made him very reluctant to take the plunge into losing his virginity and it’s only going to happen once he finds someone who accepts and truly cares about him and that he feels safe with.

Rough sex or soft sex?

He’ll honestly want to try both. He does have his kinks and is very dominant sexually, but he’s a very soft dom and even when sex is on the rougher side, it’s never degrading or violent.

Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

I feel like Jumin definitely has a marked interest in the BDSM scene. He’s very sexually dominant, but leans more towards being a very caring, soft dom, with his interests aligning heavily with the ‘bondage’ part of that acronym. He likes shibari, though he prefers silk ribbons to rope, and does enjoy a ball gag as well. He’s got a heavy praise kink, both giving and receiving.

Zen

Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

His dressing room, probably. He’s not really into public sex, but sometimes his partner is just too tempting, and the dressing room is still a pretty safe spot since people don’t just barge in most of the time. It’s definitely a memory he loves reliving every time he goes into the room afterwards and is something he’d be down with repeating.

Favourite sex position?

Zen really likes seeing his partner on top of him in cowgirl, just because of the view, though he’s a power bottom all the way. He’s also quite into standing sex or of taking his partner against the wall, just because he likes feeling strong and manly. He’d also be insanely open to having sex in front of a mirror in doggy style, because again…the view. Who can resist a view like that?

Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

Zen does prefer to be dominant. He likes to instigate almost all the time and likes to put the time into seducing his partner. That being said, he’s not dominant in a BDSM sense and wouldn’t much be into that kind of play at all.

Saeyoung

Have you ever had any one-night stands?

Nope. Hard nope. Saeyoung actually has some very religious views on sex and wouldn’t want to have sex outside of a committed relationship, with the person he plans to marry.

Sex on the bed, couch, or the floor?

Fourth option! At his desk, when the two of you are alone. Like, go down on your knees and start giving him a blowjob while he is trying to work and it’s guaranteed to end with him fucking you either against the desk or in his computer chair.

Have you ever had sex in a public place?

While he might tease and slyly grope his partner in public, he really doesn’t feel comfortable having sex in public. While he’s not risk-averse, he is averse to others potentially seeing his love naked and vulnerable because those moments are only meant for him.

Yoosung

Have you ever been caught masturbating?

He actually has never been caught but that’s because it’s a huge fear of Yoosung’s. It’s always in the back of his mind whenever he’s sharing a house with people or someone else is at his place and even the slightest hint that anyone might be approaching will cause him to stop, regardless of the pain the resulting blue balls bring.

What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Yoosung likes really cute things on his partner over traditionally sexy things. Pastel colours or cutesy prints, frills and ruffles, and lots of lace or ribbons would be things that would turn him on. He also gets strangely turned on by those cute onesies, the ones with ears or feet.

How often do you have sex?

He’s another one who loses his virginity later on, during his college years, and he more than makes up for in lost times because he will want sex often following that. He’s happy with once every day or two but is happy if it’s more than that. Too much longer than that and he starts to get really sexually frustrated and clingy.

Jaehee

Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Jaehee wants you, my lovely reader, if you’ll have her, of course.

Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Oh, she is so weak for oral sex. It is a sure-fire way to get her off every time. She’ll be more comfortable with you going down on her when she’s laying down but, truth be told, she really wants to sit on her partner’s face but is embarrassed to actually do it. If her partner encourages her and lets her get comfortable with the idea, she will lose herself in the moment, bucking her hips and grinding herself against her partner’s face, her hands going to their hair to hold them in place as she cums.

Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

While she’s pretty regular, Jaehee has started her period during sex before. She almost cried because her partner at the time was not so nice about it and she now refuses to have sex in the days leading up to when she expects her period and for several days after it, just to be safe.

V

A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

V’s not going to really have extremely hard or rough sex, honestly. It’s just not something that he enjoys and during kinkier sex, he prefers to really focus on his partner and the sounds they make without anything masking even the quietest of those noises.

A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

Now, again, while V does prefer quiet during sex so he can focus on the noises his partner makes, right down to the littlest hitch in their breath, during really romantic occasions he might put on soft music in the background, something classical, just because one of the moves he’ll use to seduce his partner and get them slowly in the mood will be asking them to dance with him.

Are you into dressing up for sex?

Yes and no. He prefers the dressing up to be for extended foreplay, like having his partner wear something sexy or sensuous and having them pose for him in a private photoshoot, which he will draw out even while he’s hard as a rock. But once foreplay is over, he wants the clothes to come off so he can delight in his partner’s naked body.

Rika

Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

I think Rika prefers sex in the shower. There’s always the risk of a fall or an accident that isn’t really present when it comes to sex in the bath and I do feel like she gets off a little bit better when there is some hint of risk.

If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

This answer will never change – it’s always whichever precious reader is reading this right now!

Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

I feel like, after she really loses it mentally, she’ll participate in not just threesomes but full on orgies, just because of the taboo nature of those sexual acts.

Saeran

Do you/would you use sex toys?

I don’t feel like he would try them on his own. It would have to be something his partner would want to introduce and even then, the idea will have to be broached and then Saeran would need to be given time to get comfortable with the idea. Honestly, it might hurt his feelings a bit and he might get down on himself, thinking that his partner wasn’t satisfied with him or their sex life, so there would have to be a lot of praise and reassurance given by his partner after the idea was first brought up to get Saeran to a place where he agrees to experiment with them.

Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

I feel like Saeran would be a little uncomfortable sending any sort of even vaguely sexual pictures to his partner and would keep dirty texts to very lightly sexual. Even if he trusts them completely, the idea that someone else might get ahold of their phone and the knowledge of how easy it is to hack into someone’s phone makes him just a bit paranoid that someone else might see those words or images.

Would you have sex with your best friend?

No. This is such a hard, hard no for Saeran. Honestly, he has such bad social skills and social anxiety that he never thought he would have even a casual friend, much less a true-blue best friend, and that relationship will mean the world to him. There is nothing in the world that would make him jeopardize such an important thing to him.

Vanderwood

Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

Vanderwood does smoke after sex. It’s just a force of habit for him and he does tend to try to take a piss right after sex, just because he remembers reading somewhere that it’s recommended to prevent UTI’s.

Something that will never fail to get you horny?

He’s really auditory. He has really great hearing and things like little moans or purrs of delight, even if they’re completely innocent (for example, letting out a pleased sigh while stretching or a little moan when eating something really delicious), will make his mind go absolutely straight to the gutter.

Early morning sex or late night sex?

I feel like Vanderwood gets up pretty early and that he has the tendency to wake up mildly horny. While he’s able to shrug it off if he has to, he tends to masturbate or have sex with a partner, if they’re in his bed, quite a few mornings.

Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Vanderwood really likes thighs and hips. There’s something about a curvy set of hips and a nice pair of thick thighs, especially if his partner wears thigh-highs or short skirts/shorts to accentuate them, that really appeals to him.

Favourite body part on the same sex?

On a male, I think Vanderwood is a fan of muscles. Whether it be lots of lean, sinewy muscle on a slimmer man or just plain out jacked up beefcakes, Vanderwood appreciates the look of muscles and the amount of work that went into someone getting that definition.

Do you watch porn?

Okay, he totally does. Honestly, he thinks that most everyone watches porn and tends to be suspect of those people who claim that they don’t.

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