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luvyeni · 5 months

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❛NO NUT NOVEMBER❜ ( s. jake )

p. sim jaeyun x fem!reader w. 2.5k+

— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, name calling, dry humping, name calling

— 𖦹 ( making jakes life a living after he challenges himself with his friends in no nut november ) !

OCTOBER 31, 2023 — THE NIGHT BEFORE !

“What would do if you had to give up sex for a month?” Heeseung asked, “Could you do it?” Jay scoffed at the question. “You’re asking Jake of all people.” Jake smirked shamelessly — “Me? I could definitely do it, but my girl? No she would kill me if I didn’t give her what she wants.”

And he wasn’t wrong, you and jake were known as the couple who was still in their honeymoon phase — couldn’t keep your hands off each other. “Don’t blame just yn, you both are two nymphomaniac, neither of you could do it.” Sunghoon said. “You wanna bet?”

“You guys want to make this a competition?” Heeseung said. “Who ever wins, the losers have to all pitch in and buys the winner the newest game system.” Jake eyes widened, he couldn’t past this up — but you were gonna kill him, you weren’t gonna be happy. “Fine I can’t wait to get a new game.” Heeseung said, jake scoffed. “Please you’re gonna be jerking off by 1 o’clock.” He stood up.

“Where are you going jake?” Jay said, he checked the time, 8 o’clock. “Where do you think I still have 4 hours, i’m going home to fuck my girl then beg for her not to kill me.”

“Fuck!” You screamed as jake slammed into your sopping cunt, your ankle digging into his back. “Jake i’m cumming!” You moaned, “I’m cumming!” He grunted, fucking into you, soon his warm load was spilling into your cunt. “Fuck baby you feel so good.” He sighed, slipping out of you. “Fuck baby I love your pussy so much.”

He got up to get a rag to clean you off — leaving you to ponder, this sex felt different, like it felt like the sex you’d have have when he was sorry for something. You watched him clean you up, helping you into a pair of his underwear along with his shirt. “What did you do?” Sat up.

He laid down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. “Well you what No Nut November is right?” Of course you weren’t stupid, you just didn’t think your boyfriend was stupid enough to do something like that — but the look on his face made you think other wise.

“Jake no.” You whined, “i’m sorry baby.” He said. “Why would you even agree to do something like that?” You tried to make sense of it. “A new game system.” He said, you stared blankly at him. “I’ll go buy you the game system now, go get my computer.” You said, he laughed. “No baby, you know I can’t allow you to do that, only I spend money in this relationship.”

“It’s just a month, I swear — besides I can still make you cum in other ways.” All though you love his fingers and his plumps lips — his cock just hit different. “Whenever you need me just need to sit that pretty ass on my face and I can give you what you want.” He smirked. “Or I can use my fingers if you like.” His hands traveled up your legs.

“Let’s go again.” He said, his cock hardening all over again. “No, i’m sleepy.” He whined, knowing you were just punishing him. “Baby please, it’s still 20 minutes left.” He said, but it fell on death ears. “Go jerk off.” You heard him huff, before you heard shuffling and him getting off the bed. “Have fun.” You smirked, you were gonna make him wish he never even thought about this stupid ass challenge.

NOVEMBER — WEEK ONE !

It had been about a week since jake basically put you on a no sex band — you both had been pretty busy with your own separate lives that week, so you were too tired to even think about sex at the end of the day.

But today you both had a day off — and you were definitely feeling needy. “Hi baby.” You walked into the living-room where jake was watching tv. He smiled as you climbed into his lap, his hands resting on your lower back. “Hey princess you okay.”

You nodded, running your hands through his hair. “Just a little bored.” You said, he completely missed what you were implying. “Yeah?” He sighed as you played with his soft locks. “You want to go out and do something?” You shook your head, he closed his eyes, you smirked at how easy your boyfriend was — you don’t even know why he chose to do this.

You began to place little kisses on his jaw, down to his neck. “Baby.” He warned, his breath shaky. “Baby, let’s calm down.” But of course you didn’t listen, jake felt his cock twitching in his jeans, he couldn’t go out like this, he had something to prove, but jesus you weren’t making it easy.

“Jakey i’m just getting myself off, you said I could use you if I needed.” You smirked, grinding down on his boner. “Y-yeah baby, but -fuck- just let me eat you then.” He groaned, but you didn’t answer, too busy trying to get yourself off.

He groaned as you rocked back and forth, your moans wrapping around his brain. “Jake!” You squealed. “Jakey i’m gonna cum.” He was fighting demons right now — trying his best not to lift you up and fuck you stupid on the couch. “Fuck i’m cumming!” You yelled, legs shaking as you came.

“Baby.” He whined, his cock was hard as a fucking rock — he was scared to even think a dirty thought cause he wasn’t sure that we wasn’t going to cum untouched. “You cannot do that, i’m not gonna make it if you’re like this.” He said. You smiled, sitting up kissing his cheek. “Just cause you did this to yourself doesn’t mean I should suffer should I?” you got off the couch.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his cock still hard. “Gonna shower, i’m all sticky and sweaty.” He groaned, throwing his head back against the couch.

You were not gonna make this easy for him at all.

NOVEMBER — WEEK TWO !

“Please.” You begged, but jake wasn’t letting up. “It’s just a shower.” You pouted, he couldn’t say no to that — but he knew you weren’t gonna just shower with him in peace. “baby I know where you’re going with this.”

“Please, just a shower, I swear.” He look into your puppy like eyes, he sighed — how was he so desperately wrapped around your fingers. “Fine, just a shower.” You nodded, grabbing his hand guiding you to your shared bedroom.

You undressed yourself — jakes eyes traveled across your body, your perky boobs on display, your plump ass on display as you turned on the water. “Come on.” He waited for you to step in before he followed, standing behind you. “Jesus princess this water is hot as hell.”

You smiled, turning around facing him, reaching up wrapping your arms around his shoulders, the water running down your body, in between your boobs — you weren’t even doing anything but his cock was already hardening, twitching against your stomach. “Shit baby, I don’t think I can be in here long, your pretty body is too distracting.”

“Why wont you just quit them?” Your hand traced up and down his abs — light grazing his cock, but it was enough to have him hissing. “it’s just a stupid game system.” You said, he groaned — he knew you’d be like this, but he fell right into your trap anyway. “It’s not just the game, it’s to prove I have self control.”

“You don’t and that’s why I love you.” You kissed his chest, he sighed. “Im so horny jakey.” You whined, he closed his eyes trying to calm down. “You want me to finger you princess?” He hoped that would calm you down, but you just whined, shaking your head. “Your fingers aren’t enough anymore, I need your cock.”

You grabbed the base of his cock. “B-baby.” He stuttered. “I need you inside me.” You prayed he’d let up and fuck you — you almost had him. “Please.”

Fuck he couldn’t, he had something to prove. “Baby im sorry.” He said, you pouted. “Just a little longer I swear.” You released his cock and he let out a groan. “You’re so mean.” You pouted, he smiled. “Don’t smile at me.” You said, folding your arms.

“You almost had me baby.” He kissed your forehead. “Now im gonna get out and let you finish your shower.” He said, stepping out wrapping his towel around his waist. “What about me, im still horny.”

“you said it yourself princess, my fingers aren’t enough anymore.” He teased, leaving the bathroom. You cursed, he won this time.

But you weren’t gonna let him win that easily…

NOVEMBER — FINAL WEEK !

“Fuck.” He groaned, looking at the numerous of photos and videos you decided to grace him with — he had to stay at his dorm this week, but that didn’t stop you from torturing him via messages. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from his jeans as he looked at a video that you sent of you rutting against his pillow.

“Fuck shes trying to kill me.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “The hell is wrong with you?” Jay said. “You’ve been groaning for the past hour, someone might think we’re in here doing something.” Jake couldn’t even laugh he was that turned on.

“It’s yn, she has not been easy on me these past couple weeks.” He said, jay laughed watching his friend stress out. “Yeah, haha make fun of me, how the hell are you not going through what i’m going through?” He and jay were the last ones standing with heeseung out the second week — claiming he’d just buy the game himself, and sunghoon who found himself giving up the night of jakes birthday party, with one of your friends.

“Because i’m not a sex crazed person and I can control myself.” Jay said, jake groaned once again. “I didn’t expect her to be like this.” He said looking at the the newest photo of you, your fingers stuffed in your soaking cunt. “Are you seriously looking at nudes of your girlfriend right now while i’m talking to you?” Jay said, face full of disgust, standing up. “Jesus at least wait until I leave the room.” He said.

“i’m not giving up that easy!” He yelled, grabbing a towel, cold showers were like his best friend as of lately.

He couldn’t wait until this dumb challenge was over.

NOVEMBER 30, 2023 11:57 !

‘Fuck you, you just had to go and win.’ ‘you actually beat me, you fucking asshole.’ ‘what games do you want?’

He smiled victoriously at the text messages from his friends. He checked the time, and he was just on time — he got up, going into your shared bedroom, you were so unaware, watching the tv not paying attention to the time, like he had for the entire day.

“I won.” He said, finally gaining your attention. “Huh?” You turned to him confused. “What are you talking about?” You were laughing, but the way you had teased jake almost every day this month, you soon weren’t about to be. “I won the game, jay lasted until a few minutes ago.”

You checked the time, your heart sank — it was now midnight, December 1 — you were starting to regret doin everything you did during the month. “Jake.”

Before you could say anything else his lips were crashing into yours. He messily kissed you, trying to get his shirt over his head. Once he did that, he pulled away his lips swollen and red, both of you breathless. “I was gonna be nice princess, but you haven’t been nice to me at all this months.” He rid himself of pants, climbing on the bed. “Jake I was needy and you were ignoring me.” You pouted, trying to find a way out of it.

“Yeah, so that means act like a slut?” He slapped your thigh, pushing them open. “So desperate to get off you even humped my pillow like a bitch in heat.” You moaned out, you missed this. “Couldn’t get wait, just had to cum.” He cupped your heat. “Your pussy is soaking through your panties.”

He practically ripped your panties off. “Even through all the teasing I was gonna treat my baby like this princess she use to be, but then earlier you decided to hump my thigh like a needy whore.” He manhandled you on to your stomach, lifting your hips up, putting a pillow down for comfort. “so now i’m gonna fuck you like a needy whore.”

This is all you wanted — for the entire month this is all you wanted, was for him to fuck you stupid. “Pl-please jakey.” You moaned, he slapped your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He pumped his cock, groaning as he pressed his tip at your entrance. “Shut up and take my fucking cock.”

He slammed into you without easing in, you let out a scream of pleasure as his cock stretched out your cunt. “Fuck your pussy is so tight.” He had to calm himself down, he was so pent up he felt like he was gonna cum if he moved. “Missed it so much.”

You wiggled your hips impatiently. “J-jake please.” You whined, he slapped your ass. “Fuck.” He pulled out, slamming back in. “So fucking impatient.” He moved his hips. “Couldn’t even wait a second.” He grunted, gripping your hips as he roughly fucked into you. “Jake.”

He let out all his pent up frustrations on your poor cunt, pushing your back down into a a deeper arch — his cock hitting a new spot, you were gripping the pillows as he plowed into you. “That’s it, take my cock slut.” He grunted.

You felt yourself about to cum, your cunt tightening around his cock. “No baby, you don’t get to cum right now, fucking hold it.” He growled, you whined. “J-jake please.” You begged, tears welding in your eyes. “I said fucking hold it slut.”

He kept going, you could no longer hold it. “Jake!” You screamed, tear streaming down your eyes. “Cum, go a ahead and cum slut.” He slapped your ass once more, you screamed cumming around his cock. “That’s it cream my cock -fuck- i’m about about to cum inside your pussy.” He grunted, thrusting a few times. “Fuck!” He came with a moan, filling your cunt up with his cum.

He gave you a few second to compose yourself, before handling you back on your back. “I’m not done baby.” He grabbed the base of his cock, positioning it at your hole that was leaking with his cum, pushing himself back into your hole. “Jake, fuck!” You screamed.

“Gonna fuck you as many times as you teased me, gonna leave your pussy sore.”

©️LUVYENI

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gyucheolslut · 7 months

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2:14 AM • KMG

lowercase intended.

cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away

word count: 1.7k~

not proof read!!

a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]

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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

you wouldn’t stop moving..

at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.

small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..

while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?

as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.

with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?

you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?

mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.

using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.

with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.

he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.

using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.

your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.

as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.

mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.

your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.

clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..

the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.

as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.

“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.

really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.

mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.

despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.

moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.

he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.

whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.

mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.

a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.

“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.

when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.

pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.

the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.

the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.

you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.

it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.

“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”

you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.

gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..

mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.

he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.

“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.

pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.

you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.

mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.

his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.

hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.

you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.

mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..

he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.

you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu x reader #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #kim mingyu smut #kim mingyu x reader

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cowboylor · 1 month

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gold-skinned eager baby

— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.

your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.

charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.

“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”

you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.

when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.

“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”

you’re suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.

“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”

your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.

“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”

it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?

he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.

“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”

he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.

“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”

your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.

his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.

“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”

you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.

“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”

there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.

when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.

“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”

#idk #i love a good blurb #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc smut #*my writing #this is slightly diff from my usual writing #idk if i love it or hate it but i can’t write anymore so this is just for fun yay

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moechies · 26 days

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Do you fink geto wud like to be calld uncle🥺🎀

omg yes . cos, he is that one gross uncle that can’t get enough of gojo’s pretty step daughter :3

can you imagine being introduced early on to your uncle geto, and he just takes a liking of your cute demeanor. the way you always have a smile spread across your face, your teasing touches, and your intriguing personality ‘nd body >:3 oh he can’t stand it. he leaves your side every time with a face painted of a pink blush, and a painfully strained cock. once he’s finally to get into your naive little head, you best believe he won’t let you go.

he’ll coo so sweetly, telling you that it’s okay ‘nd comforting you when you cry. aw

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“‘s okay dearest, uncle geto is here okay? n’more crying.”

his touches linger suspiciously close to your breast, a notice to the single finger that begins dragging down the side of your waist. you huff, pulling him closer towards your own, finding a sense of comfort in his sweet touches.

“love y-you uncle geto. d-don’t want you to go, ‘kay? p-promise . ”

“mhm, would never leave you sweet girl. uncle’s gonna take good care of you, mm? make you forget allll the bad things, hm?”

you whine, eyes following his digits that slide themselves between the band of your underwear. they fidget with the frilly lace that decorate the delicate, a shiver that tickles down your spine when his lingering touches seem to become a little bit more overwhelming.

“hm. little girl seems to like this?”

“u-uncle geto. w-wan’ you to touch me. please .”

“yeah? such well-mannered little girl. where do you want me to touch you then?”

you tug on his arm, directing him towards your needy cunt. but he doesn’t budge, only soft strokes to your skin with a teasing smile that spreads across his face.

you wail, “p-please, please touch me here..!” another short tug to his arm.

“i can’t help you if you don’t tell me where you want it, sweet girl. c’mon, use your words. don’t you want uncle geto t’make you feel good?”

“h-here.! m-my cunnie.! wan’ you to play with my cunnie ‘nd make me feel good uncle g-geto, please.!”

“mm, that’s all you needed t’say. ♡”

#mmmmmm #getou smut #suguru geto smut #getou x reader #jjk getou #geto smut #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x you #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊#requests ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

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deadgirlzneedlovetoo · 6 months

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𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Josh Hutcherson x Female Reader

WARNINGS: oral (fem receiving)

Josh gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you. “I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath. Josh sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth. You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.

“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head. “Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss. He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.

“Josh…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips. “Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point. His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”

You swallowed, still unsure. Josh gripped your thighs. You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even. “Sweetheart.” Josh reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”

Your eyes widened. “What?” Josh smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear. “Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees. Josh leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy.

You almost pulled away. But Josh’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth. You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.

“Josh-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face. Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Josh quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard.

Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds. “I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.

“Please do.” Josh begged. You moved your hips up and down, Josh whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came. You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Josh held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place. “I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax. “I can’t-Josh please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped. You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“

“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”

You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed. “You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.

#josh hutcherson x female reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x y/n #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #wlm #mlw

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suguruplsr · 7 months

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Gojo getting intimate with you then suddenly he's realizing how lucky he is to have you

And he would cry if he wasn't fucking you, it's slow and soft but hard and emotional and so fucking good

And he's treating you so well, praising you, thinking about everything he loves about you

Maybe this is a drabble request....

It’s you he loves

✰ ✰ ✰ the act of you loving him is simply enough.

જ⁀➴ i love you. this fic feels so cute.

,, sappy!satoru x fem!reader , fluff , smut , unprotected , overstimulation, cream pie , idk , drabble.

divider from @/benkeibear

the feeling of the bed dipping beside you shakes you from the trance you were in, turning your head from the oh so interesting ceiling and meeting satoru’s tired eyes. as always, his sleepwear being nothing but his underwear, well, at least you had the decency to wear some random shirt of his over your practically naked body. much to his dismay. his white fuzzy and freshly dried hair brushes your skin as he slips into your gentle hold, “how’re you feeling?” you mumble, gently running a hand along his back as his head finds purchase in your chest. you don’t mind that he doesn’t answer, already sensing that today may have been particularly rough for him. you move the large ‘stubborn’ blanket off his sprawled body, (his long legs hang off the bed, even if it’s king sized), before he could grumble about how hot he was, considering he forgot to turn on the fan to the highest setting, or at all for the most part.

satoru snuggles more into your warm body. you read him like a book, he thinks. you’re patient with him, yet your patience wavers with anything or anyone else. you take care of his every need when he can’t, even the little things. he never has to feel that small amount of fear with you when he decides to be overly dramatic. you pour his ketchup on the side of his fries just how he likes it, he’d say that he needs a little more, despite it being a perfect amount, and you’ll smile, bantering with him playfully and submitting to his wishes. he could say that it’s ’not enough’ kisses despite you covering his face for 10 minutes straight, and you’d comply with no hesitation. sometimes he thinks that you just do it to please him, or because you don’t want to lose him. yet he’s proven wrong, every single time, just like now when he looks up at you and sees the warmth of love in your eyes. all scrunched up and squinting as you eye a bruise on his shoulder, but you don’t question it. although, satoru knows you’ll spend an extra 5 minutes in the morning with him to delicately place a cute band-aid over it, with extra kisses. just how he likes it.

“i love you..” satoru mutters, his voice rasped with exhaustion, yet it rumbles earnestly with the utmost affection. he grabs the hand around his shoulder, kissing the back of your hand, even going further to leave rows of kisses on each finger when you giggle from how ticklish it was. your ring finger gets extra kisses to make up for the silver ring that he still hides in a small safe at shoko’s house. ‘i’m almost done planning’, satoru tells himself every day he wakes up to you, or when he holds your hand, sometimes when he sees your plain finger, and always, when he loves you. which is something that he lives and breathes. so of course it’s annoying when he’s constantly checking the calendar in his phone, counting the amount of days until your planned trip to the place you’ve been practically gushing about visiting. he’s already struggling enough to not get on his knees and propose without the ring, or to do it when his mouth is full of toothpaste when you’re wiping the corners of it, or when you’re washing his hair. fuck. whenever you’re simply committing the act of loving, he can’t help but feel his throat bubble with the desperation of spilling everything, somehow forgetting the proposal part and purely admitting to everything he loves about you. he just hopes nanami can endure just a few more weeks of his insane ramblings.

“i love you lots sa—“ “no.. you don’t understand.” satoru cuts you off with a sigh, sitting up and sneakily spreading your thighs, taking his rightful place between them before you can even comprehend his movements. yet, you get where this is going, and you know that the man you love is a very uncompromising one. “then help me understand. show me toru..” you whisper softly, feeling the erection planted against your thigh as he towers over you. large hands pinning behind your head and his ceruleans eyes looking down with determination that has your pussy throbbing. he looks so hot like this, his defined build covering your whole body. the way he casually raises one of your legs is always a reminder of how easily he could handle you, putting your body in positions that you could never think of. “oh m’gonna show you alright. only gonna think of me tonight..” satoru is not only an uncompromising man, but he’s a man that keeps his word, most of the time at least.

“don’t cry baby— doing so well f’me..” satoru coos, sinking his cock back into your messy cunt. you were full of cum, legs shaking around his waist as you looked up at him with pretty teary eyes. “ s’a lot toru..” biting your lip, you look down to where you two met, your pelvis all creamy and sloppy, his bulge peeking out your tummy as he moved. “a lot of my love for you.” satoru grins cheekily, rolling his hips before giving a sharp thrust that has your eyes rolling, stuttering out low moans as he continues. “toru..” you let out a meek whimper that has him leaving his moment of bliss, catching how one of your hands reached out to him. it makes his brain run in circles, heart leaping in his chest as he locks his hand with yours. it’s just so intimate, a sign of love that’s so different than him fucking his cum into into you. “oh baby.. love you so much.” satoru stops slowly, his voice breaking with an emotion you couldn’t quite understand, but he holds both your hands down into the sheets, his body above yours. your legs stretch to accommodate, almost choking when he’s pushed into the hilt, slow drags of his cock that has you blabbering adorable murmurs of his name.

“l-love you too toruu.. mm you feel so good..” you’re sniffing, trying to catch your breath, but he’s capturing all of your senses, his strong body wash entering your wavering senses as he leans down to kiss you, “so sweet to me baby, a-always takin care of me. you fuckin’ deserve this” satoru’s breathless too, head almost limping into your shoulder as you clench around him. he can’t help it, he’s only thinking of you, funny considering his earlier words. in the midst of it all, he’s in love with the way your hands mesh together so well, how you keep gripping him just a bit more firmly when he thrusts into the sensitive gummy spot inside you.

“b-but..” you can barely respond, only able to moan into his chest and let him take you. your brain wasn’t even able to process how your body was reacting to everything. it all just felt right. the way his words make you squeeze your eyes tight, your heart getting heavier and swelling with love that overflows into the little kisses you try to place around his chest. “and you make me so h-happy.. oh fuck.. so weak around you.” satoru realizes he’s spilling his heart out. of course, these aren’t words he’d actually say, well if he wasn’t fucking you at least. but it’s so raw and in the moment, a realization that makes you both try to get even closer to each other. he feels like if he continues, he’d be prickling with tears of emotions that he can't verbally communicate. only able to fuck you with the hopes of you understanding the feelings that swirl inside his heart all because of you being his.

satoru doesn’t mind though. because it’s you he’s spilling his emotions too. it’s you he thinks of. it’s you that he hopes to eagerly come back home to with a box in his jacket pocket. early in the next morning, pondering if he should use whatever time he has to make you breakfast before he asks his long awaited question. or if he should wake you up and give you some sappy heartfelt message. but maybe he should save that for his vows. because the way you sob his name and react so transparently to his words make him realize that this could be his proposal.

i mean, does crying while he’s cumming inside you, pleading for you to say yes, really make a difference?

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onismdaydream · 2 months

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a collection of drabbles of jujutsu kaisen characters based on nsfw twitter videos

✧˖°. — volume 1 [ ft. megumi, yuji, nanami ]

viewer discretion is advised: fem/afab reader. aged up characters. unprotected sex, p in v, creampies, slight breeding kink [m. f.] | teasing, handjob, soft smut, m. sub [y. i.] | fingering, dirty talk, pet names, soft m. dom [k. n.]

✧˖°. — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO (episode 1)

“baby,” megumi groaned, his hands squeezing roughly at your hips. “gotta stop doing that or i’ll cum.”

you felt so good around him, your tight walls clamping around his cock and dragging out low moans as megumi bit his bottom lip. lewd sounds echoed, skin smacking against skin and the squelching of your dripping cunt made the room even hotter. he could feel the sweat beading at his hairline, some of his dark strands already sticking to his face.

“it's okay. you can cum.” your voice is so sultry, so tempting as you bounce yourself on his lap, your breasts following the movement.

“‘m not wearing a condom, remember?” how could you forget though? feeling him raw was always the best for you, you could feel how hot his cock was, could feel each vein drag along your walls — and it's not like he ever complained about it either. but megumi would always pull out, choosing to release his load on your body instead of inside.

but you needed to feel him fill you up, wanted to feel him claim you entirely. “please, ‘gumi, cum in me. promise it's okay.”

“s-shit…” he breathed out, lips parted as he panted and watched you fuck yourself faster. you looked beautiful, so desperate as you kept whining and whispering little pleas. “can't. gotta pull out…”

but his hands were grabbing at any part of your body he could, groping your tits and holding your waist, not even trying to push you away. you could feel him twitching inside you, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm.

“please, wanna be filled. pleasepleaseplease,” you begged, practically crying for a creampie with the tears forming at your lash line. it felt so right the way megumi was deep inside you, you can't imagine him pulling out and leaving you empty and aching. “need it so bad.”

megumi wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him so he could plant his feet on the bed and thrust into you, setting a new and harsh pace as he chased his high. there was no way he could deny you, especially when your pussy felt this perfect. “shit, yeah, gonna cum, gonna fill you up.”

✧˖°. — YUJI ITADORI (episode 2)

yuji couldn't help the way his hips bucked up, abs twitching and fingers flexing at the thin sheets underneath him. even with your thigh draped across his lap, he just could not stay still. every small movement made his entire body jump.

“does it feel good, baby?” you coo, fingers circling and rubbing over his cock head. the answer was obvious, a wet spot was forming at the band of his briefs and quiet moans kept leaving his throat, but you liked hearing it from him anyway.

“y-yeah,” yuji choked out, “feels really good.”

you hum, eyes flickering up to his face to see it twisted in pleasure. yuji always looked so cute like this, his cheeks flushing to match his hair and pretty lips parted as he panted. your hand continued to tease him, slowly drifting up and down his length, the occasional bit of pressure making him whine.

you could feel his cock kicking underneath his underwear, each graze of your gentle touch adding to the damp patch on the fabric.

“you’re making a mess, yuji,” you tease, a sly smile pulling at your lips as you press on his sensitive tip. “look how wet you are.”

“oh fuck…” he moaned, eyes rolling back and hips lifting off the mattress.

“so cute.” your hand moves down, cupping his balls and fondling them to make him squirm underneath you. he was so reactive, and it never failed to make you leak your own arousal.

“gonna make me c-cum,” he gasped, voice hitching when you squeezed his shaft, “if you keep doing that.”

“it's okay, baby,” you pressed a soft kiss to his pink cheek, his skin warm to the touch. “you can come whenever you want.”

✧˖°. — KENTO NANAMI (episode 3)

"you're doing so good, baby," his voice was smooth, deep in that way that makes you just melt into him, makes you do anything he said. though he would never take advantage of that. nanami was far too sweet and caring — too soft. but that doesn't mean he couldn’t treat you the way you deserve. he knew exactly what you need.

laying down on the bed, stripped down completely as nanami pressed two of his fingers deep inside your pussy, curling them just right to make you whine. he was still dressed in his work clothes, jacket discarded and tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, biceps flexing in the tight material. he didn't want to waste any time.

"k-kento," you gasped, your hands gripping at the sheets underneath you, knuckles turning white as you try your best to stay still. it's impossible, though, your body squirming and hips rising when his thumb brushed over your swollen clit.

"i know, darling," his fingers resumed to simply pumping in and out of you, a lazy rhythm that allowed you to suck in a shaky breath. "but you can handle it, can't you?"

it's not much of a question. he knew your body so well, like the back of his own hand, like it's an extension of his own flesh and bones. nanami knows when you hit your limit even if you don't — and he knows when he can push further.

you nodded your head regardless, biting your bottom lip to stifle any noises as he eased his other fingers, stretching you out even further. the slight discomfort was nothing you couldn't deal with, especially when he pressed against that spot and made more slick drip from your pussy.

“such a good girl for me, hm?” his fingers were so much bigger than your own, reaching further than you could. they were covered in your arousal, too, glistening and shining each time he pulled them out.

you could barely think, could barely do anything other than whine and cry, with the nearly pornographic sounds of his fingers fucking into you. you didn't even know you could get this wet.

“look at you, taking my fingers so well.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori x you #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #kento nanami #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x reader #perce.doc #.jjkai #| ☆ | — sftc

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milkiangl · 1 year

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Can you make a perv! Eddie and a innocent! Y/n?

pairing: perv!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings: smut! corruption kink, dirty talk, slight somnophilia, pervy!bestfriend!pussydrunk!eddie (he’s a menace), naive!reader, nipple play, dacryphilia if you squint, praising, mention of explicit unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), feminine nicknames.

note: sending you a carrier pigeon with a billion tulips attached as an apology for this request sitting in my inbox for ages. but but, i have finally gotten around to writing it (and definitely got a little carried away with it oops) because perv!eddie makes my brain feel all fuzzy and dizzy! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Eddie really just couldn’t ever help himself. It wasn’t his fault.

That’s what Eddie chanted repeatedly to himself as he leisurely fingered the elastic band of your cotton panties, the vibrantly colored; animated strawberries decorating the intimate material taunting him whilst you slept peacefully.

Eddie and yourself were currently having one of your many many infamous sleepovers, both of your bodies tucked comfortably underneath your baby pink sheets—your sleep shorts and his distressed Hellfire shirt discarded aimlessly on your bedroom floor. This is how Eddie liked it. He said he felt closer to you like this when he held your sleeping figure from behind, being about to detect the way your ass unmindfully rubbed against the growing tent in his boxers. After all, best friends do stuff like this all the time!

Like when you confided in Eddie about the unknown; frequent ache you got in your tummy whenever you’re in his presence. He nearly came in his pants as you stood looking up at him—glassy tears pooling in your innocent; big eyes and your puffy bottom lip quivering—begging him to help relieve you of the alien feeling you were being subjected to that made your panties sticky. All for him.

Sitting you on his ripped jean-clad knee, he reassured you with a cheeky exclaim of, ‘Of course, doll face. What awful kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help out my best girl?” all while he rubbed your little button through your drenched underwear until a foreign euphoric bliss engulfed you and the throbbing subsided. His familiar raspy voice flooded your ears with incoherent whispers of how long he’s been waiting to feel your drippy cunt drench his fingers.

Or like tonight, as Eddie’s calloused hand crept underneath your shirt and traveled the warm skin of your abdomen, all the way to your erect nipples. As he rolled the sensitive buds between his thumb and middle finger one at a time, he watched in amusement as your body jumped from the cold sting of his metallic rings when they ‘accidentally’ pumped them.

The overwhelming stimulation caused your once steady breathing to become erratic and your thighs to close tightly around Eddie’s leg that he had simultaneously slipped between them, your hips faintly beginning to rock against the bare skin. Soft; sleepy whines left your parted lips as his trail of sloppy; open mouthed kisses coated your shoulder and the crevice of your neck, waking you from your slumber. “Eddie?”

“Hi, sweetheart. M’sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Ya’ just look so pretty all laid out for me,” Pushing the duvet of the bed back, Eddie’s greedy palms groped at the meat of your thighs prior to pulling them apart so he could slip between them; sucking and licking the skin of your inner thighs. “Need to taste you, baby. Need to taste you so fucking bad, it hurts. Will you let me, sweetheart? Gonna let your best friend be the first to taste your pretty pussy?”

“Please, Eds. Please, please, please!” Brain fuzzy, your feeble fingers tangled themselves into his messy mane of curls atop his head; attempting to push him further down to where you needed him most. Eddie obliged with a dark chuckle and side comment of what an impatient brat you are because, well, after all…

What are best friends for?

♥︎ — taglist. @moonlitmeeks @oncasette @1-800-ch3rry @mrsdollardog @hb8301 @sqpphos @alexxavicry @heavqn @gilgunizer @bear-bone-berries @bobfloydsgf

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babygorewhore · 9 months

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Sit down. Evan Peters smut.

Your older boyfriend has been growing out his facial hair for a while. And he asks something of you. Something you’ve resisted before. What happens next? Requested by anonymous! I’m finally posting this! Next I’m gonna take the next few days to work on my requests!

WARNINGS! Oral! Fem receiving. Face riding.

Evan hadn’t shaved in almost a month, his beard growing more and more as the days went on. You were always attracted to him. But now? He looked so manly. Shedding his appearance as a boy. Which he was far from, but the beard…mmm. It looked so good on him.

You both sat on the bed, he was reading through a magazine as the tv was long forgotten. You were on your phone scrolling through tik tok, still bugging him to get one.

“Sorry, babe. I’m afraid that’s where our age difference comes in.” He grinned at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, old man.” You reached up and cupped his cheek, gently brushing against his scruff.

“Do you like it? The beard, I mean?” Evan questioned. You paused, sensing his insecurity.

“Of course, I like it, baby. It looks good.” You cooed at him. He leaned down and kissed you, softly at first before he found your lips and grazed his teeth against your lower lip.

“Oh yeah?” He asked you.

Evan gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you.

“I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath.

Evan sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth.

You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.

“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head.

“Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss.

He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.

“Evan…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips.

“Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point.

His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”

You swallowed, still unsure. Evan gripped your thighs.

You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even.

“Sweetheart.” Evan reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”

Your eyes widened. “What?” Evan smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear.

“Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees.

Evan leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy. You almost pulled away. But Evan’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth.

You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.

“Evan-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face.

Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Evan quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard. Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds.

“I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.

“Please do.” Evan begged. You moved your hips up and down, Evan whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came.

You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Evan held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place.

“I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax.

“I can’t-Evan please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped.

You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“

“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”

You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed.

“You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.

Taglist. @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @icannot3 @randodummy @howtobesasha @evanptrss

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cookiewrites · 3 months

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daddy'll take care of you

wc: 1.6k

cw: softdom!chan x afab sub!reader, somnophilia, prior consent given/established relationship, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, tiny bit of degredation, reader is called a cocksleeve, pet names for reader (princess, little one, baby girl, love), breeding kink, creampie, blindfolding, little bit of aftercare, tiny bit of size kink? kind of?, subspace

sleepy sex with chan has always been your favourite, but not that morning just barely light needy 'don't get out of bed yet' sex - but the 'i came home and you're already asleep and i'm sorry but i need you' sex. the 'i've had the worst day ever and i'm too tired of everything but please do something' sex. the 'we fell asleep still connected and i can't help it' sex.

boundaries had been clearly discussed when the two of you started having sex, but it was not soon after that you found yourself in the position of having that needy half-asleep sex. you stepped through the door to your apartment, barely closing the door before dropping your bag, coat, and shoes. cleaning up in the bathroom was exhausting and slow, but somehow you did it, making your way to the bedroom you and chan shared.

you had only just tucked yourself in when he followed, still energised from a good studio session. 'how's my baby doing then?' he asks, stripping himself, slowly exposing more and more skin - you found yourself wishing you had the energy to do something about it. instead, using the energy you did have to give him a run down on your day.

your voice drifting off as he gets closer to you, stopping entirely as his hand comes up to hold your face; his skin warm against yours. soon lips are on yours but you barely have the energy to respond to them, even though they are plush and perfect and attached to your boyfriend.

'oh is my baby tired?' he asks, stroking your hair as one hand around your waist pulls you closer to him. his smile is loving and soft, patient as you nod and try to apologise. 'there's no need to say sorry princess, let's get you some sleep'.

you cut that idea off with a whine, burying your head into his neck, letting yourself be surrounded by his scent, your hands grabbing at whatever parts of him they're near.

'oh?' you nod and whine again, trying to pull him closer again.

'oh. my love is needy, i get it baby, do you want daddy to help you get some rest?' you nod, whispering a please as he guides you onto your back - hands gently touching and caressing you, taking their time to hold and adore you.

'daddy'll just be a sec, little one, okay?' you go to respond but by the time you find the response through the fog in your brain he's back in bed with you, holding something.

'lift your head up for me, princess.'. your body follows before you even think to, and a blindfold is neatly tied around your eyes. a soft kiss on your lips follows. the darkness only adds to how heavy every part of your body feels, and heightens the way his fingers trace their way down your arms, and back up under the t-shirt you've slipped on.

'pretty little baby, so well behaved for me' he muses as he lifts the top high enough to have access to your chest. leaning down to plant kisses across the new found skin, the only warning you have being the brush of his hair as it falls against you.

there's kisses and small bites and that sinful tongue tracing a line down from the center of your chest to above your underwear. he lets his teeth find the band of the panties you'd left on in your rush to sleep before pulling back and scolding himself for not being gentle.

'beautiful, such a good girl for me' he praises, lips against your stomach. he reaches one hand up to your face, and as you feel them brush against your lower lip, you immediately try to follow them. he laughs to himself before helping you guide his thumb into your mouth; wet warmth surrounding it. he feels himself get harder. 'so good, daddy'll help i promise little one.'

with his other hand he begins to pull your underwear off, your hips raising slightly to help, but you're clearly distracted by the weight on your tongue. sucking around it, losing yourself in how good it feels to be surrounded by him; the love of it, the warmth, the care.

'god you're so fucking pliable baby' he comments, as you realise your legs are being spread apart, just enough for a somehow now naked chan to rest himself between. the heat of his thighs making you feel warm all over, you whine, mouth opening a moment. your whine just gets louder as he takes his soaked thumb away from you. you try to follow it.

'you know i'd call you pathetic if you weren't so cute babygirl?' he whispers in your ear. he's somehow everywhere and it's making your foggy brain dizzy. that disorientation is not helped by the thumb that was once in your mouth in now finding it's own lazy pace on your clit, rubbing these patient patterns. well it felt patient until he moved it down slightly to test exactly how much prep you'll need to take what you actually want.

'p-please da-daddy'

'god you're... i should prep you baby'

chan was always so cautious with you, even at his roughest he wanted you stretched and ready before even attempting to fit himself inside you. it was that love and care that made you feel safe, safe enough to feel so out of it and still want to be so full of him.

'it's o-okay, you can m-make it fit daddy, please'

'you can take it baby? can you?' he laughs, clearly not expecting an answer as you feel the feeling of his fingers replaced by something much harder. 'it's a good job you're making a pretty puddle on our sheets'

you didn't think he could ever feel bigger than he already is but when you feel so small and delicate, you weren't even sure it would fit. yet he finds a way, his tip slowly slipping into you. the stretch delicious and dizzying; marred only by the words whispered in your ear;

'god, you're made for me little one'

'it's okay, daddy will take such good care of you'

'so tight around me, you're just so little, princess'

you don't notice you're moaning until you hear how much louder you get as his hips meet yours. your knee in one of his hands, lifting the near dead weight just so he can nestle himself deeper in you. his other arm, fist clenched, is holding is weight next to your head. you can feel the warmth radiate of his bicep - you know the way it bulges and the veins and you wish you could see it now but-

'letting me do whatever i want baby, so good to me'

his thrusts are such delicious rolls of his hips, no hard snaps, no sudden empty or full feelings - just this constant massage of your walls and beautiful presses of his head against the squishy part inside you.

'pretty little thing for me to use, such a good cocksleeve'

every new praise is said somewhere new. some so close to your ear you're not sure if it's in your head; your sleep filled brain replaying all the dirty things chan has said to you. some are with lips pressed to new skin, as if he's trying to consume you whole.

'daddy'll make your bad day go away, i know you're happiest all full.'.

'do you feel that baby? feel how deep i am? just relax love'

every new move is a surprise, you don't have enough energy to try and picture what he plans to do and that's why this works so well. you've had enough sense to hook the leg he previously held over his hip; you think he put it there.

'my little play thing, so perfect for me'

the delicate touches that appear on your clit surprise you, they make you notice the knot in your stomach.

'you're so easy to use baby, just made for me, so good, good girl'

the pinches on your nipple make you cry out, how did his hand get there? how didn't you notice.

'you're so good to me, letting me have you like this, letting daddy take care of his needy little girl'

the sudden bite at your neck, the sucking you know will bruise bring you so close and you can't even really warn him. it's so dark and warm and you feel so safe and good and-

'oh baby, cumming so quickly for me, fuck'

'there you are, aw baby, making such a mess'

'you feel so good cumming around me, babygirl, daddy loves you'

'd-daddy loves me?'

'y-yes he does, and you love daddy, so it's okay if he uses you a little longer, right?'

you nod, or at least you think you do, as you feel chan speed up. his thrusts getting a little harsher as he chases his own high.

'daddy's gonna b-breed his perfect little girl, yeah?'

'i know how much you love when daddy fills you up like that, stay still in and take it, yeah?'

'shhh it's okay d-daddy's close baby'

all his praise turns to groans as he fills you up, placing kisses over your neck and cheek, thanking you over and over again for it all. you don't remember much after that, some familiar feelings of his hands helping clean you up, him pulling you into him as you spoon. him telling you over and over just how good you've been.

the mornings after nights like this are some of your favourites. they're the kind of mornings that make you slip up and call chan your husband; he smiles so big every time. it's all breakfast in bed, not letting you walk anywhere, giving you his card so you can buy yourself those shoes you've been looking at, so many kisses your lips are sore. it's love.

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feelingdozy · 3 months

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Best Way to Watch a Movie - Choso Kamo

summary: Its late at night and you're comfortable with Choso on the couch watching a movie. With his hands all over you, an ache can't help but make itself present between your legs- one you can't relieve by yourself.

wc: 2,4k

warnings: 18+, hickeys/biting, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus (f! receiving), squirting, dry humping/grinding, his fingers in your mouth, mention of gagging, begging, choso's a tease, also has a tongue piercing

It was late and the sun had already fell, the only lights still on in your shared apartment being the tv with the multicolored reflection of the screen landing on the two of you who sat down cuddled up on the couch. You were leaning on his shoulder, head resting in the crook of his neck, and his arm wrapped around you. The loud speaking with the comedy track in the back that echoed in the room spared none of your attention as you were only focused on the grip of his hand that slithered its way to push you closer against him, making your cheeks darken with color and body warm up with a blazing heat from the close contact- things your lucky that the room was too dimly lit to be noticed by the man beside you.

You assumed he was too focused on the movie he had picked for the two of you to watch tonight- this week being Choso's turn to rule over the streaming channels and pick a long awaited film to watch with his lover. But even so, his attention was diverted from the film as quickly as yours was- focusing on the way your hands had placed themselves by his lap by default, something you'd usually pay no mind to- yet the touch lingered and any sudden movements had became prominent to him and drew his attention.

After feeling your position shift for the third or fourth time, his eyes finally landed on the side of your face being illuminated by the different shades of the screen that reflected off of you in the dark room- making out the flustered details so subtly he was surprised he even caught onto you. If only you knew that every little action and movement you made had given everything away to him- he read you like a book, knowing that you were struggling to keep your self still and away from the warmth growing down below from the simplest of physical contact.

Such simple touches from the man could get you so worked up, and him knowing this didn't make it any easier to try and bypass his teasing and attempts at getting you to crack for him, to give in to your wants and desires. Usually you wouldn't have minded to be persuaded so easily- but you had made him a promise of getting through at least one of his chosen movies before doing anything to distract him.

His hand started to rub up and down your shoulder and downwards to graze your tits with a slight haunting of his soft palm over them, making your legs squeeze together with need and a slight throbbing that was starting to make itself present through the confinement of your underwear at the new sensations. You swore he had felt the pace of your heart speed up, and the sound of thumps against your chest gain volume- but he paid no mind to it- his vision only ever leaving the screen when you'd try and stop his ministrations, eyes met with a taunting grin.

You didn't want to give up- yet you found yourself unraveling his hand from its place around you and returning it back to where it should be, before leading it downwards to where you now ached for relief from your boyfriend. Laughs erupted from the tv, but no heads were turned, instead attention being taken up from his cold fingertips skimming the untouched skin above the rim of your underwear.

"You need something, dear?"

"please, choso-" you breathed out with desperation, hoping he'd do something- anything to stop the pressure and bring you bliss with his talented fingertips. Seemingly taking the hint of what you wanted, his hand then went to skim the band of the underwear, feeling the fabric for the rim before forcing it under, fingers now finding their way to your folds.

He wasted no time finding your clit- puffy and already aching for more of his touch. rubbing it with gentle circles to start you off, his lips made their way to the crook of your neck, kissing gentle kisses into the sensitive spots he had memorized and carving dark hickeys into the soft flesh. Your eyes fluttered close as he continued a path around your neck, each time a gasp flying out of your mouth and a light moan with every lick at the fresh bites after making sure that a dark spot would remain as proof of what happened the night before. The chill of his piercing shocked you every time he came back for seconds below your jaw, his nips at your skin turning more aggressive as his cock twitched in his pants at the way he got off from pleasuring you.

His pace quickened on your bud, not getting too far along before you were pleading for more, every word coming out of your mouth like a lustful chant. It was music to his ears- serenading him to keep going, yet he knew he didn't just want to get you off by just a few repetitive circles. Soon enough his hand would dip just a bit further to tease your entrance, soaked and easy for him to slide in with one finger at first, seeing how much you could take. Hissing at the unexpected intrusion, your hands started to palm his cock that was trapped under the sweatpants he wore, making him groan from your gentle touch.

Moans slid off your tongue, not caring to silence the enjoyment of him pumping in and out of you- soon begging him for more. He couldn't deny your sweet pleas for more of him, yet he didn't want to give in to you just yet. Instead his other hand slithered its way into your mouth to mute your sounds, humming with delight at the intrusion. Your hands moved from their place and left his dick lonely, instead gripping the arms with strained muscles that now kept a fast pace down below as it quickened.

"We can't wake anyone, now can we baby? Its late- people are sleeping y'know"

You accepted them graciously, tongue coating them with your saliva and sometimes sucking on them to prevent any harsher sounds from making their way out of your mouth. As another finger easily made it way into your cunt and pumped in tandem, you were thankful for the new muffler.

He sped up with no mercy, needing to see you cum on his quick hands- the ones that showed your g-spot nothing but attention as you were quickly being pushed to the edge. Your warnings to him were shushed by the spit coated fingers pressing down further into your throat, making you gag and unable to express anything but bliss from expressions to noises that somehow surpassed the deeply lodged fingers.

"Shh baby- just cum f'me okay? Need to see you cumming on my fingers."

Hitting just the right spot with his advanced knowledge of your body- your orgasm came crashing down, eyes rolling to catch a glimpse of your skull at the overwhelming feeling the man had granted you. He watched your body shake with a starved look on his face, watching your chest gracefully rise and fall from the aftershocks of overstimulation- fingers continuing to prolong your release as much he could. He was still hungry for more of you- the things he could provoke out of you, and he wasn't going to stop until he got his fill.

He removed the wet digits from its place buried in your mouth, a trail of saliva stayed connecting it before it was put down, connecting your mouths instead. His soft lips found salvation on yours- deepening the kiss with hints of wanting more- needing more, aching for as much touch from you as he could get. And if you had given more, no doubt he would've came in his boxers from that alone.

Carelessness was no such thing Choso knew, a passionate game between tongues as you battled for dominance, quickly submitting to him as his free hands now caressed your body- groping your tits and roaming the rest of the covered areas on you.

He fiddled with your top, only hastily separating from your intoxicating lips to remove your shirt with utmost desire to see your vulnerable form in front of him- the fact that he was the only one who got to see you like this somehow turning him on even more. Desperate to watch you come absolutely undone on his tongue, obvious by the way he can hardly contain himself and the self control its taking for his body not to drag itself down by the lovely place in-between your thighs and rip everything remaining on you, off.

Focusing on the task at hand instead, he's diving his reach deeper to get ahold of your stubborn pants- his one enemy, the only barrier preventing his vision from being granted a delicious sight. Once his hands are skimming the waistband, they're pulled down and thrown over to who-knows where in the dark of the living room. His fingertips had grazed every inch of your skin by the time he had finally sunk down to his knees, an excited nervousness bubbling deep in the pits of your stomach in anticipation of the pleasure he'd grant you.

Choso was incredibly skilled with his tongue- something you definitely took advantage of being his girlfriend and all, and he didn't mind it because his oral fixation would be fed whenever you muffled him with your pussy either sat on his face or when he ate you out like he was now- a heavenly place, a personal favourite, suffocated by the plush of your thighs. The fact that he had a tongue piercing had proved to be even more helpful in his goals to provide the utmost pleasure for you, most of the time the night ending in your cries of him to slow down with the strokes of his skilled muscle that flicked with fervor at your folds.

This time was no different, only his mission being to have you writhing beneath every lick- sensitive to every touch of his and every taunting suck at your clit. Not wanting to disappoint, he fit his way into his usual position and place of safety, softness incasing his head and squishing his cheeks. With the little light he had access to, he noticed the dark, wet stain, left on your panties from being denied release. Wanting to make the orgasm a reality, his tongue finally stuck out and licked a stripe over the fabric, piercing present and making you hiss with shiver crawling down your spine at the sensation of it along the material.

Pleads of wanting more had exited your mouth with no filter nor muffle to quiet you, egging the man below you to move the annoying fabric over instead of his original plan to tease you until tears were streaming down your sweet face- you were just too enticing, and he needed to taste how sweet you were again. Listening to you, the cold air had hit your folds when he moved the lace to the side making you request more of him. He darted out his tongue to shush you, moans replacing the begs and your legs tensing at the sudden blissful feeling. Only kitten licks had you dripping, the metal ball catching on your clit to make you jerk up into him for more.

He finally obliged and latched his evil lips to you, starting off by alternating with sucks on your throbbing clit, and then coating it with his spit as his tongue ran over it- feeling his nose run up and down the area of your folds. Louder moans emerged from the depths of you, being from the feeling of the metal constantly catching when the muscle made it back up to the spot you wanted it most. Unconsciously, your hands were moving to ball up your fists with his hair, resulting in you pushing him closer to your cunt. He hummed at the way your hands had entangled themselves with his locks, keeping up his speed to entice more whines.

He hadn't even noticed the way he pitifully grinded his hips into the plush of the couch cushions you were sat on, the only friction his cock receiving being from the now animalistic way he was rutting into it to get some relief for himself. He could feel the precum gathering and knew it would bleed through his sweatpants- though he didn't care enough as he recognized the new tone of which your voice was getting higher in pitch.

You were getting close, not thinking that his thick fingers would once again haunt your release, a pleasant pumping returning.

"Fuck! hmphh- hah- Choso! Feels so good-" voice trembling as the talented tips of the digits reached your g-spot for the second time of the night, his sucks on your clit paired with the delicious curl of his fingers had sent you off the edge- trying to hold yourself back and not scream by nibbling at the skin of your cheek. You came crashing down- immediately failing and shaking as you tightly held his head hostage, his ministrations going until his face was coated in your juices. Your attempts at keeping quiet came out a horrible failure and you hadn't realized he had made you feel so good that you had squirted until his half lidded eyes met yours with a coated face, your juices running down his chin- and somehow making it all the way to just graze his hairline, a reflection of light dancing on him to make you realize he'd been a absolutely soaked from the amount he'd made come out of you.

His ears were met with your string of apologies that he didn't want to hear, instead meeting his mouth with yours as his hand made its way to hold your neck to support the heavy make out session- tasting yourself on him in the process and successfully shutting you up.

"You were so good for me dear- so good" he whispered, breathless and somewhat pussy drunk off your delightful taste. A small break between kisses had turned into both of you catching a hard knock at your door followed up with the angry mumbling of a neighbor at the other end. You'd have to urge Choso to chose a movie that could drown the two of you out- it'd be needed the next time you two were up so late.

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l1tw1ck · 3 months

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can I request a sam winchester x top male reader, where's he's really needy, that man is so AUGHHH, I just want to take care of him 🫡

bottom Sam x top!masc reader

cw: consensual somnophilia, dry humping, coming in pants, fingering

Sam wakes up sweating with his cock rock hard. He had a really nice dream about you. He turns around and looks at you, sleeping soundly. He doesn't want to wake you up and you've already given him consent to do whatever he wants while you're asleep. His cheeks warm up as he thinks about what you said. How you get turned on when you think about him using your body how he pleases. That thought only makes him needier so he pulls back the covers and seats himself on your lap. Sam starts grinding down on you, breathing like he just finished running a marathon. He moans your name like a broken record. He feels so perverted, getting off by grinding against your sleeping body, but he can't stop himself.

You open your eyes and smile when you realize what's happening. "Does humping my cock feel good, baby?" Your morning voice both startles and arouses him.

"Yes– it feels so good.." Sam moans. "Gonna come..."

"Can I help?" Sam nods. You stick two of your fingers in his mouth and he gladly sucks on them. Once you're satisfied with the amount of saliva on your fingers, you pull them out and pull on the band on the back of Sam's boxers. You gently push your fingers into his puckered hole, already soft from yesterday, one by one. He moans, a string of cum spurting out of his cock. Sam's expression makes him look like a succubus. He whines, the rest of his load painting his grey underwear white. He's still hard.

He looks at you with half lidded eyes. "I..I need more." He tugs on the band of your underwear.

"You know you don't have to ask."

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peachypinkygloss · 9 months

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Congratulations on reaching 2k followers 👏😄🙌 💕🌷

For the request I request needy 3 months pregnant oc waking up jimin to fuck her because of her hormones after they made love to her before sleep

tysm love!! 🫶🏻

midnight sex

Your hormones make you extra horny during your pregnancy and Jimin is there to help you.

pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, pregnancy au, smut

warnings: filthy and nasty af, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, lots and lots of cum <3, 800 words.

a.n.: my breeding kink is screaming rn. thank you for requesting jimin like i literally needed it lmfao

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game! 🤍 (requests are closed!!)

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"Minnie," you whisper, tapping Jimin's shoulder to try to wake him up.

Currently, your whole body is burning and the erotic dream you just had didn't help at all. You know your panties are soaking wet and the uncomfortable feeling is really hard to ignore.

Your hormones are acting wild during your pregnancy and even though you and Jimin are normally sexually active, this is hitting new records. You can't even recall the number of times you've asked him to fuck you this week. Heck, you've had sex just before going to sleep tonight.

"Please, Minnie," you whine desperately.

"Mmmh."

You sadly sigh, thinking that you might cry. That's a bit dramatic, but it's your hormones' fault. You really need Jimin right now.

You hit his shoulder again and it finally seems to work. He groans, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. He opens his eyelids after, blinking a couple of times before seeing anything else than pitch black.

His eyes get used to the darkness and he turns his head in your direction. "What? What's wrong?" He asks, his voice a bit raspy.

You pull on his t-shirt, wanting him as close as possible to you. "Please, Jimin," you beg again, just needing the ache between your legs to end.

"Tell me what's wrong," he demands, still a bit sleepy.

You decide actions are more worth than words and lay his hand over your wet panties. Even though he's still in a daze, he realizes what you need.

"Aw, baby, do you need my help with that?" He coos, rubbing your pussy with his palm. He gets on top of you, his arm folded beside your head to support his weight.

"Yes, I do," you quietly moan, passing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a quick, sloppy kiss.

He hums in approval, hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. You're only wearing a t-shirt so he slides them off easily, discarding them away somewhere in your room.

He lowers his sweatpants enough to free his cock, slowly pumping himself to get fully hard. He looks into your eyes while doing so, knowing it drives you wild.

"Beg for it," he says, his tongue peeking out to wet his plump lips. "Beg for my cock, baby," Jimin orders and you can see so much lust in his eyes, it makes you feel so desired.

Honestly, you beg for him to fuck you even when he doesn't ask you to. You have no shame in doing that and it's definitely not something like this that will hurt your pride — especially when you really need his cock for your own sanity.

"Please, Jimin, fuck me," you whine. "I really need you, need your cock inside of me," you insist, just proving to him how much you actually mean it.

Jimin groans at your words, loving hearing them coming out of your mouth. He carefully inserts the tip of his erection into your wet pussy, making you softly gasp, having missed this feeling so much.

Jimin is really girthy, so when he pushes his cock deeper in you, it stretches you out so well it has you almost crying tears of joy — you're not dramatic, it's the hormones.

"Ah, shit, that's it, baby," he praises, holding your hips into place. The veins in his arms pop out and you run your palms over them, feeling just how strong he is. "Pussy's so good."

You moan out while he grunts, setting a regular pace that quickly turns erratic. His balls slap against your skin, the sound resonating in your bedroom, getting coated in your wetness that drips down your ass.

You lock your legs behind his back, being pounded onto the mattress by him, exactly what you needed to get your hormones to calm down.

You pass your hands under his t-shirt as well, feeling his abs and his muscles tensing under your fingers. You simply love everything single thing about Jimin and it's hard to keep your mind straight while he fucks you stupid.

He repeatedly hits your sweet spot, bringing you close to your high. He comes close to his orgasm too, grunting as his balls tighten.

"I'm close. Please, don't stop, Minnie," you plead, eyes watery and chest heaving rapidly.

"Me too, baby, me too," Jimin breathes out, his face just hovering over yours.

You both cum at the same time, your legs shaking like leaves and his hips steadying against yours. He shoots his cum into you, and there's a lot. If you weren't already pregnant, you'd thought he's trying to literally get you knocked up.

When he pulls out, his cum dribbles out of your pussy in amount, hole quivering from your previous orgasm. "Fuck, baby, you're so full," Jimin comments, amazed by how much cum comes out of your cunt.

You only hum tiredly, the ache between your legs finally gone.

But you know it'll come back very soon. You're lucky you have such a caring boyfriend.

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bunicate · 7 months

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ LOLLIPOP CANDY BAD BOY !

pairing ꒱ྀི al haitham x fem reader — warnings ꒱ dub-con. exhibitionism. cum. creampie / breeding mention. some dirty talk . oral — fem receiving / repost / 18+

tucked away in the farthest corner, nothing could be heard except for hushed whispers and soft gasps.

“not here,” you whine, prickled with budding fear as your eyes cautiously scan your surroundings. unlike you, the scribe before you remained poised.

even now, in the wake of committing something so obscene, al haitham sported a passive expression along with an aura that subdued anyone who got too close.

you find yourself tongue-tied by this juxtaposition. his steady cadence when he commands to see your ‘little cunt’ couldn’t have made you more lightheaded. the contrast is what keeps you on your tiptoes—such vulgarity uttered in a striking blankness that leaves you to fill out the rest.

there was no way you could’ve assumed that this possessive demand of an ‘inspection’ would be another attribute of his personality. al haitham’s rationale is one of his most defining traits, and you couldn’t understand why your boyfriend of such prestige would spend his afternoon peeling back layers of frill and lace in between bookshelves.

he dedicates a lot of time to fulfilling his own needs, and you suppose that’s why he’s fixated on your pussy despite your hiccuping protest.

“no, no, no. h-haithy. . what if someone sees and we get in trouble ?”

bustling scholars were on every floor, nearly in every corner, but the library was massive. the odds of someone coming by your section were unlikely, but still not impossible, and it did nothing to settle you.

his hands attach themselves to your waist before trailing them down over your ass. “don’t get worked up.”

you want to scream at him for how unconvincing he sounds, not even trying to ease your worries. he towers over you, examining the panic etched on your face. he doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t need to — his narrowed eyes speak for him.

squirming, you huff, “y’can’t. . just look down there, okay? it's still drippy. . . and sticky.”

your orbs gloss over, and your sugared-coated sniffles are loud enough for the scribe to hear, but he pays your wails no mind. instead, he chooses to crouch down until he’s eye level with your hips.

al haitham raises your dress by the hem until it’s more than just your legs visible.

“put it in your mouth."

he pulls it an inch above your belly button, and just as he instructed, you part your lips to tuck the dress in your mouth to keep it from obstructing his view.

you turn your head away from him in embarrassment. the chatter, the rustling of papers, and laughter echoing not so far in the distance. the more you take in your surroundings, the more anxious you become. the gravity of being potentially seen becomes more imminent. you bite down harder on the dress, trying to keep your tears from spilling over.

al haitham’s gloved and nimble fingers play with the band of your panties. the shape of your lower lips pressed closely against the material, formed a damp spot that he was pleased to see. as he licked his lips, fingers pulled at the fabric, forcing them down.

when your underwear falls to your ankles, like a gentleman, he offers you his hand to help you step out of the soiled cotton before shoving it in his pocket. he then pats your knee.

“up.”

it takes a couple of seconds before you hesitantly raise your leg, but the scribe wasn’t having any of your timidity. al haitham cups behind your thigh and forces the limb much higher— so much that your silken lips slightly separate from the stretch. he soaks up the sight, staring in complete awe at the crystalline threads that ebb across your cunt.

his thumb caresses the smoothness of your skin, and his face closes the distance between your plump and moist flesh.

your clit and outer lips are glossed with your fluids. his cockhead beads white and pushes up against his underwear the longer he stares. too many memories circle his mind—the countless times he’s pounded your pussy until you were pulling away.

al haitham’s skillful finger rests on your nub, forcing you to bite back a dragged-out mewl. he then carefully strums across your folds, and lazily separates them.

“h-haithy,” you warble.

what you’ve been shying away from was finally occurring.the tips of his fingers settle on your thick and puffy lips to pull them apart. your clit, peeking out from under the hood, is a fleshy pink—taut and shiny with slick.

“still swollen from how I fucked it earlier.” a slight smile dawns on his expression.

“remember that? remember how I sowed my seed inside of you, how you asked—no, begged me to breed you ?”

tears were freely falling, not from the shame, but from his recount of today's earlier event and how it still managed to make you even wetter.

“you begged me to make you my wife if I recall. just so you can have my cock whenever you want.” his mouth brazes your skin.

“if you want me to grant your wish, the least you do is let me see the mess you’ve made.”

you croon instinctively, watching him inspect you further. your hole is agape, and your insides are painted white from the cum he stuffed you with just hours ago. the prolonged exposure of your stretched center forces a dollop of his seed to seep out onto the tile floor with a plat.

“would you look at that."

he soothes you by rubbing your perched thigh, kissing the inside of it. just as you begin to brace yourself, his lips twist and pucker on your clit.

the sudden wave of pleasure blindsides you, and you accidentally let a loud moan escape. anxiety sticks at you, but not enough to subside the feeling of your boyfriend mouthing your cunt.

he doesn’t dare close his eyes. with his nose flushed against your mound, he drinks up your ruined expression while his tongue runs laps over your clit. his eyes dare you— provoke you, pining for your release.

drool soaks your dress, your legs cramp, and your hands grip his hair to keep your rough humping of his mouth under control. you lose yourself to the thickness of his tongue that laps at the salt of his cum mingled with your honeyed arousal, a distinctive and satisfying flavor.

“c-can’t cum here, ’haitham” you muffle out, scared that your dress wouldn’t be enough to mute your outcry.

“you can’t ?”

he doesn’t remove his mouth from your heat, choosing to speak with his lips still nursing on your clit in between breaths, neglecting your hole.

“why not? don’t you want to be my wife ?”

yesyesyesyes. iwannabeyoureverything.

“you do, don’t you ? cum for me then, let me taste everything your pussy has to offer me.”

you’re drenched and sweaty, and your boyfriend doesn’t relent. forcing your eyes shut, you focus on that coil springing inside and the mouth that continues to devour your gooey cunt.

the build-up to your orgasm is maddening. you bite down hard and put your hand over your mouth as an added measure.

no one can hear you, you have to make sure of it.

the other hand pulls harder at his hair and presses him closer.

“cummin’!” you choke out. your body freezes up and shakes from the collision. his mouth doesn’t slow or fasten; it goes the same pace, savoring the saccharine sweetness of your release. he quietly groans around you so much that goosebumps erupt all over your body.

you almost forget to breathe.

it takes a few more minutes of more tender and thoughtful sucks against your cunt foral haitham reluctantly pulls away, his mouth stained with stringy fluids. the spasm of your walls pushes out the remaining cum inside like a leaky faucet. your sopping clit was sucked raw, and the apex of your thighs are damp with spit and cum.

al haitham smirks to himself, nodding in approval as he admires his work.

your future husband surely would be the death of you.

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Intel

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha Romanoff is your enemy, but that doesn’t mean that the two of you can’t have a little fun

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap on use (N receiving), thigh riding, oral (R receiving), Nat being needy af

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“Romanoff,” you speak into the dark alley. You can’t see her, but you know she’s here. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

You see her shadow peak out from behind a dumpster and you have your answer. The hard way it is.

In a flash, you’re fighting Natasha and who has the upper hand keeps switching. The woman pins you down first, but you manage to slip out of her grasp. This time you push her into the wall, but she lands a blow to your ribs that makes you let go of her.

“Come on, Romanoff,” you groan, holding your side.

“Can’t take it?” She teases.

“This is nothing,” you reply.

“Then allow me to actually start trying.”

This banter is always something you look forward to. Natasha lunges at you again and she wraps her strong legs around you. You’re pinned to the ground.

Her legs straddle your waist as she hovers above you. She has your hands pinned above your head, her sturdy hand keeping them still. The only light in the alleyway is from the moon, but you can still see how beautiful she is.

“Where’s the lab?” Natasha asks you.

“I don’t know,” you say simply.

Natasha scoffs and uses her free hand to grip your face. It’s a little harsh, but she isn’t really hurting you.

“You’re his right hand. Tell me where the lab is, and I’ll spare you.”

“I think you’ll spare me anyways,” you say.

“Oh yeah? Why do you think that?”

She grins down at you. You both know the answer. Still, Natasha keeps a tight grip on you.

“For old times’ sake, how about we go back to my place?” You suggest. Natasha seems to mull it over. “Come on, sweetheart. We always have a good time.”

“Then you’ll give me what I need?” Natasha asks.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Romanoff.”

She smirks and stands up, knowing she’s got the upper hand. Her hand reaches down to help you up and you rub your face.

“That was harsh,” you comment.

“You liked it,” Natasha says back.

The two of you walk in silence to your apartment. She follows you inside and kicks the door closed behind her.

She grabs you and kisses you hard like she always does. It’s like she’s hungry for you. You kiss her back and move the both of you towards your bedroom.

“Where is the lab?” Natasha asks, kissing your neck. She slips your shirt over your head between kisses.

“I don’t know,” you stick with the same response.

You push Natasha down onto the bed and she accepts the way you straddle her lap. Her tongue mingles with yours.

You take your chance to slip her shirt off. She has bruises against her ribs, and you frown.

“Don’t pity me,” Natasha says.

“I don’t,” you say.

You push her down to lie on the bed and you kiss around her bruises. She would never tell you, but it makes her feel loved when you do it. You slip your hand around her bra band and take it off of her.

Natasha’s nipples react to the cool air of the apartment and you’re quick to take one in your mouth. You lick and suck her as she moans in pleasure. After paying attention to both breasts, you move your hand down to her waistband and unbutton her pants.

“Does anyone else touch you like this, baby?” You ask her.

“No one,” Nat says. Her voice is breathy but deep at the same time.

You reach your hand into her pants and ghost your fingertips over her panties. You use your other hand to shimmy her pants off her legs, leaving her only in her panties.

“Already so fucking wet,” you comment. “Such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” Natasha mumbles. “Can you just do it already?”

At her lack of patience, you take your hand out of her pants and she practically whines. You climb off her and take your own pants off. She leans up on her elbows and watches as your pants hit the floor.

You aren’t wearing any underwear. Only a strap is left on you and Natasha’s eyes widen at the sight. You take it in your hand and sit on the edge of the bed. She gets the message and gets off the bed. You kiss her before you push her down onto her knees between your legs.

“I know it makes you feel so good to suck me off, baby. Go ahead,” you tell her.

Natasha grips your thighs tightly, so as to remind you that you’re enemies, as she takes your strap into her mouth. She starts slowly, barely moving her mouth. It makes you feel so good to see her like this. Nat picks up her pace.

“Keep going,” you encourage her. “Just like that.”

You move your hips to meet her mouth and Nat makes the most beautiful noises.

“You’re so good for me, Natasha. Tell me what you want, baby.”

Natasha releases your strap from throat, and she looks up at you.

“I want to ride your strap,” she says. “And I want you to tell me where the lab is.”

You pull her up off her knees and back onto the bed. You lean your back against the headboard and Natasha settles herself over your lap.

You brush the strap over her folds, and she grumbles.

“I’m ready. I can take it,” she says.

“You need to learn a thing or two about patience,” you tell her.

You slip the strap into her and she takes a second to adjust. You kiss her and play with her breasts again. Natasha starts to move against you, the strap moves in and out of her. She’s so wet and the strap is still covered from where she sucked it.

“You’re so pretty riding my strap, sweetheart,” you tell her. Your hands find her butt and help her pick up her pace.

Natasha’s movements become erratic, and you know she’s close. You kiss her lips again.

“Come for me, Natasha. Come for me and I’ll tell you anything,” you say.

“Fuck,” she mumbles as she comes hard, covering your strap with her cum.

She slips off your strap and lays on the bed next to you. You turn to look at her and she smiles at you just briefly before she puts her guard back up.

“Where is the lab?” She asks.

“I already sent you the coordinates.”

Natasha leans off the bed to grab her phone out of her pants. She did in fact have a text from you from before you even got back to the apartment.

“Thank you,” Natasha says. She kisses you and you feel yourself still unsatisfied. Natasha knows this. “Do you want to come?” She asks you, knowing the answer.

“I did risk a lot helping you here,” you say.

“You did.”

Nat works quickly to take the strap off your hips, and she buries her face between your legs again. This time she licks through your folds and sucks your clit. It doesn’t take much from how wet it made you to get Nat off and how beautiful she looks here.

“Fuck, I’m going to come Natasha,” you moan out.

“Do it for me,” Natasha instructs.

She cleans you up promptly and moves back up the bed to kiss you.

“You know if you switched sides we could do this a lot more,” Natasha says between kisses.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You ask her.

She grinds against your thigh as she kisses you. You let her keep going until she’s desperate to come again.

“Why don’t you switch sides, baby? You know it’s fun over here. I’ll make you mine all the time and let you ride me whenever you want. Doesn’t that sound nice, pretty girl?”

“Fuck,” she mumbles. The talk is turning her on further and she can’t stop herself from coming again. She breathes heavily against you and you rub her back.

“I can’t switch sides,” you tell her.

“I know. I can’t either,” she says.

You both get washed up and dressed before Natasha stands at the door ready to go.

“Until next time, y/n,” Natasha says. She kisses your cheek lightly.

“Until next time, Romanoff,” you reply.

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