anton is the type to keep your pretty panties and jerk off with them around his cock or sniff them while jerking off and send you videos of it when he misses you😪 he's freaked out and just loves your sweet smell so bad.
uni bf! Anton whos such a nerd and stuck into his assignments that anytime you tell him you want t o give him the nastiest sloppiest head imagineable while he works on them his cheeks turn a dusty rose and his glasses fall forwards while he stammers out that he wont be able to get his work done.
Then what do you do?? Unzip his pants and his hard cock springs out SOAKED in precum as groans alrdy started slipping from his mouth.
One hand around his length stroking it has him trying to muffle his groans as you look up at him with a little pout “im sorry baby….is this distracting you?”
Big fan of the sloppiest most disgusting make outs.
I want it to be so wet and warm all you can hear in the room is our tongues fighting for dominance. (I’d purposely give up I want to feel his entire tongue in my mouth)
I want us to pull away and have strings of saliva still connecting us.
I want our lips to be bruised and swollen from how aggressive we were.
The thought of our tongues dancing together <\3
It starts off slow almost agonizingly slow, and when the pace picks up it’s almost impossible to stop.
drabble smut mentioning alcohol consumption, dom!anton, anton using you, cream🥧
drunk anton would come home smelling like the beer he was drinking and the cigarettes his friends were smoking.
drunk anton would stumble into the house, not caring when stuff starts falling out of his pockets, shrugging off his jacket and letting it drop to the ground without a second thought.
he’d barge into the bedroom, catching you already in bed, watching a movie. he’d give you no choice but to pause it as he starts rambling on about the night he had.
you’d watch in amusement, giggling at every slurred word and exaggerated expression. he’d be so theatrical, so playful, so silly. he’d serenade you, tell you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you. drunk anton would be a big, talkative softie…
…until he lays down. his heart rate starts slowing down, his head stops feeling dizzy. he’d look over at you, at first just to admire you.
slowly, though, he’d feel himself grow needy. cuddling isn’t enough, a goodnight kiss isn’t enough. he wants more. now.
he’d snuggle into your side, innocently, letting his boner poke at you through his clothes. he’d start grinding against you gently, becoming more worked up when you don’t acknowledge him.
he’d place a hand over your face, squeezing firmly, leaning in close to your ear and whispering, you think you can ignore me? huh? i’ll just take it, then.
he would make a mess all over your neck, licking and sucking at your skin sloppily as he makes his way to your lips. his tongue would find yours, desperate and hungry and rushed.
he’d waste no time sliding your panties off, flipping you over and pulling your ass in the air. his grip would be tight on your ass cheeks, slapping them hard before bringing his face down to sink his teeth into your skin.
fuck, he’d bite out, all mine to use up.
he’d thrust into you hard, fast, only using you for his own drunken pleasure. he’d ignore your pained whimpers, not stopping until his cum his leaking out of you. going so far as to make you clean his cock with your mouth once he’s done
SUMMARY: you decide to go to the gynaecologist for a check up, but hadn’t realised his inspection would’ve been… through.
WARNINGS: fingering, f!receiving, bulge, this isn’t how a gynaecologist should treat you ladies (unless he’s park sunghoon), mentions of hospitals, tried orgasm denial (and failed), lmk if more. STRANGELY PROOFREAD.
a/n: it took me so much to birth this it’s so embarrassing. anw it’s so funny how i dreamt this, woke up and just went on with my day 😵💫
You sat in the sterile waiting room of the gynecologist's wing in the hospital, your stomach twisting with a mix of anxiety and discomfort.
The dull ache between your legs had been nagging you for days, a persistent throb that made every step feel off-balance.
When the nurse called your name, you followed her down the hallway, your heart pounding as she lead you into the examination room.
The space was clinical and cold, with white walls, a sink in the corner, and that infamous chair with its stirrups waiting like an unwelcome invitation.
Dr. Park Sunghoon entered shortly after, his presence immediately commanding.
He was tall, with sharp features softened by a professional smile and thick black glasses, his white coat draped over broad shoulders.
His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes met yours as he reviewed your chart. “Y/N, tell me about the discomfort,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling up a stool beside the exam table.
You explain it awkwardly, the soreness, the unusual wetness, the way it flares up without warning and the missed periods.
He nodded thoughtfully, jotting down notes. “It could be an infection or hormonal imbalance. We'll need to run some tests to check your vaginal fluids and cervical mucus for abnormalities. That includes collecting a sample of your arousal response, essentially, your natural lubrication and any ejaculation if it occurs during stimulation.” His tone remained matter-of-fact, but heat crept up your neck at the clinical phrasing.
“For accuracy and to avoid contamination,” he continued, “I'll need to stimulate you manually. It's the safest way to gather everything without waste.” you swallowed hard, nodding despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.
He gestured toward the attached bathroom. “You can remove your pants and underwear there, take your time to get comfortable mentally. I'll prepare the equipment.”
You followed his instruction and closed the door behind you.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your hips along with your simple cotton panties.
The cool air kissed your bare skin, making your exposed pussy clench involuntarily.
You folded your clothes neatly on the sink counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Your cheeks are already flushed, nipples hardening against the fabric of your shirt from the chill and the anticipation.
Your mind swirled with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, hotter, a curiosity about how his touch will feel.
Taking a deep breath, you wrapped yourself in the thin paper gown provided earlier, though it did little to cover your lower half once you were back in the exam room.
You pushed the bathroom door open and padded across the cold linoleum floor.
Dr. Sunghoon stood there, his white coat pristine, dark hair neatly styled, those sharp eyes behind his glasses watching you approach.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice smooth and professional, though there's a subtle warmth in it that makes your pulse quicken.
You noddd, avoiding his gaze as you climbed onto the table.
The paper crinkled beneath you, the surface hard and unforgiving against your bare ars.
He helped position your feet into the stirrups, your legs spreading wide, knees bent, exposing your most intimate parts to the cool air and his scrutiny.
Your pussy lips parted slightly with the movement, already feeling vulnerable, a faint slickness gathering from nerves alone.
He adjusted the light between your thighs, the beam warming your skin as it highlighted every fold, every inch of you.
"I'll start slowly," he said, snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves.
The sound echoed like a promise. "Just relax and let me know if anything feels off. We're collecting your natural lubrication first, then stimulating to full arousal for the other sample. The tube here will suction any fluids directly."
Beside your spread thighs, a thin transparent tube hovered near your entrance, connected to a small collection container marked with measurement lines.
It was all so scientific, yet the setup made your clit throb faintly. Maybe you shouldn’t have been watching role play porn.
He settled on the stool between your legs, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he leaned in close. You could smell his cologne, clean, and masculine and it made your mind spin.
His gloved fingers brushed your outer lips first, parting them gently to expose your core.
The touch was light, exploratory, sending a shiver up your spine. "You're a bit tense," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Breathe for me."
You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself as he traced the edges of your folds, spreading the emerging wetness around.
His movements were deliberate, skilled, like he'd done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but never quite like this for you.
One finger circled your entrance, dipping just the tip inside, coating it in your juices before withdrawing. The tube hummed to life softly, the end positioned to catch the droplets that trickled from you.
He watched your face the whole time, noting every hitch in your breath, every subtle shift of your hips. "Good," he said, voice low. "You’re responding well. Now, I'll go deeper to stimulate more production."
Slowly, he pressed one finger fully inside you, the intrusion slick and warm despite the glove.
Your walls clenched around the digit, pulling it in deeper as he crooked it just right, brushing that sensitive spot along your front wall.
A gasp escaped your lips, your hands gripping the edges of the table.
He was good… fuck, he was incredible. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made e stars burst behind your eyelids.
Heat built rapidly, your pussy flooding with arousal, the tube sucking greedily at the excess that flooded out.
You tried to focus on the ceiling tiles, counting them to distract from the way his finger pumped in and out, adding a second one now, stretching you deliciously.
your thighs trembled in the stirrups, toes curling as pressure mounts low in your belly.
He could feel it, the way your inner muscles flutter, tightening around his fingers.
"Not yet," he warned, his tone firm but gentle, eyes locked on the container where your juices are slowly filling it. "Hold it in, Y/N. We need more before you climax, the sample won't be accurate if it's too little."
But Lord, it was impossible. His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, his thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit.
You bit your lip, trying to obey, but the pleasure crashed over you like a wave.
Your pussy spasmed wildly around his fingers, gushing more fluid as you shattered with a sharp cry that echoed off the walls “Ah— fuck!" The orgasm ripped through you, hips bucking against his hand, the tube capturing the surge of your release.
He didn’t pull away immediately, letting you ride it out, his fingers still buried deep as your walls pulsed and milked them.
When the tremors subsided, he withdrew slowly, the glove glistening with your cum. You slumped back, chest heaving, mortified heat flooding your cheeks.
Dr. Sunghoon sighed, glancing at the container. It was only halfway to the line. "We almost had enough," he said, not angry, just matter-of-fact. "But you'll need to hold back next time. We'll start over and build it up gradually… can you manage that?"
You nodded weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks. He discarded the used glove, snapping on a new one, and repositioned the tube.
His fingers returned, though your pussy is still drenched from before.
He slid in easier now, two fingers from the start, scissoring gently to open you up. "Focus on your breathing," he instructed, his free hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking soothingly. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let the arousal build without chasing the peak, alright?”
It was torture and bliss combined. He worked you methodically, fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that was slower now and more controlled.
He avoided your clit for a while, letting the pressure simmer, your juices flowing steadily into the tube.
You clenched around him, trying to obey, whispering to yourself not to cum, not yet.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your nipples aching against your shirt, begging for attention you can't give.
He watched the container fill, inch by inch, his expression focused, almost clinical, yet there was a subtle darkening in his eyes, a hitch in his breath when your pussy squeezed him particularly tight.
"Almost there," he murmured after what felt like an eternity of edging pleasure. "Just a little more. You're doing so well, Y/N.”
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your clit throbbing untouched.
When the fluid finally reached the marked line, he nodded in satisfaction. "Enough, good girl." His fingers started to withdraw, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
But you couldn’t take it, the ache is too intense, your body screaming for release after being teased so expertly.
On instinct, your hand shot down, grabbing his wrist, holding his fingers inside you. "Please," you beg, voice husky and desperate. "Don't stop. At least... don't leave me like this. I need to cum."
He froze, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses, clearly taken aback.
For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breathing.
Then, something shifted in his gaze, surprise melting into something heated, unspoken. He hesitated, glancing at the door as if checking for interruptions, before nodding slowly. "Alright," he murmured, voice rougher now. "Just this once, to ensure your comfort."
His fingers plunged back in fully, no holding back this time. Sunghoon removed the suction tube and focused fully on you.
He added a third one, stretching your pussy wide, the burn mixing with ecstasy as he fucked you with them, hard and deep.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing furious circles that made your vision blur.
The wet squelch of your arousal echoed louder, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, yes," you moaned,, no longer caring about professionalism. Your walls clamped down, the orgasm building fast and fierce.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your thigh, "Let go for me," he whispered, the words slipping out, fueling your fire.
You shattered again, harder than before, crying out “Mh… yes!" as your body convulsed squirting a fresh gush of fluid that the tube barely caught. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you limp and trembling, his fingers pumping through every pulse until you're spent.
Your hand was still gripping his waist, but as soon as you realised you removed it.
Finally, he eased them out, the glove soaked through. You caught your breath, eyes drifting down to his lap. There, beneath the white coat draped strategically, a prominent bulge strained against his pants, the outline of his hard cock clear, thick and insistent.
he shifted, adjusting the gown to hide it better, but the evidence was there, a testament to how much it had affected him too.
He cleared his throat, peeling off the gloves with deliberate slowness, disposing of them in the bin. "You can get dressed now," he said, turning away to give you a semblance of privacy, “Take your time."
You slid off the table on shaky legs, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom and dressing quickly, the fabric uncomfortable gainst your sensitive skin.
When you emerged, he was seated at his desk, the container sealed and labeled, his composure regained, but that bulge still lingered in your mind.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, pen poised over his clipboard. "Any pain or unusual sensations during the procedure?"
You shook your head, sinking into the chair opposite him "No, just... intense… I guess."
He nodded, jotting notes. "We'll analyze the samples and have results in a few days. In the meantime, avoid strenuous activity down there, and if the discomfort returns, call me directly."
His eyes met yours, lingering a beat too long, a subtle promise in the way he says your name. "You're free to go, Y/N. Take care."
Oh, but you were sure the image of him fingering you would keep you well taken care of at night.
big girls don't cry on jake's dick. mdni, fem!reader
“you’re a big girl aren’t you, baby? takin' my cock so fucking good.”
jake’s drawl was mocking, mean, and so fucking hot. you clench around his cock, soft, shivering whimpers escaping your lips as he slows his thrusts. he chuckles softly, the corner of his lips quirking into a smirk.
"what is it? are you crying on my cock right now? or are you crying 'cause of my cock?" he teases, his thumb brushing your stray tear almost absentmindedly like this wasn't the first time. "thought you said you were a big girl? that you could ride this dick, baby? 's your dick, isn't it, sweetheart? fuck— did you just fuckin' cum?"
you're sniffling softly, your hips barely rocking against him. you practically gave up on riding him a few minutes ago after he kept rubbing your clit nonstop since you first sat on his dick, your thighs shaking around his torso, legs already feeling like jelly.
jake chuckles again when you don't respond, his free hand finally leaving your throbbing clit alone. "okay, okay, was I being unfair to my sweet girl?" when you let out a soft whine, his thumbs stroke your hips in a comforting manner. "does my big, pretty girl wanna try riding me again?"
your eyes flutter open, wet lashes clinging onto your skin. you nod your head before you slowly lift yourself up just a bit, then letting gravity bring you back down. you gasp out a moan and he groans, a curse escaping his plump lips as he tips his head back against the headboard.
but you're thrusting too shallowly for him. too shallow for him to be patient for another thirty minutes of you previously coming over and over on him, just sitting on his cock and his thumb on your clit.
with an impatient whine, jake grips onto your hips and brings your face down to bury into his neck. before you can even protest or ask what he was doing, his hips are already pistoning up into you.
your words die on your tongue, choked out moans and whimpers escaping you instead. he has a head on the back of your head like he was cradling you, but the grip his other hand has on your hip was mean.
"sorry, baby..." he panted out, his eyes squeezing shut to revel in the sounds you're making near his ear. so fucking cute, aren't you? "your pussy is absolutely torture. jus' clamping and gushing around me..." he's rambling now, and it doesn't help your cunt from squeezing around him with more arousal pooling in your core.
"j-jake! 'm g-gonna—" you barely stutter out, but it's too late. you're already coming around him, your thighs threatening to squeeze if it weren't for his torso preventing you. his thrusts don't slow.
"fuck, h-holy fuck—" jake moans, hips pistoning into you like it was the only thing he knew how to do. with a few more pumps and the help of your oversensitive whines in his ear, he cums. his grip on your hip tightens while his other hand contradict, smoothing down your hair in soft strokes.
he stills eventually, only because you threaten about pulling off of him. "stop moving! i'm gonna make you pull out if you don't stop," you whine breathily, pushing his lower abdomen down to keep him still.
he groans in protest, the sound practically a soft whine. "nooo, don't do that... 'm sorry, baby," he sighs out blissfully, a cheeky grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes at him.
in which you put sunghoon’s biceps to work, doggy style! ♡ warnings ;; choking , spanking , ‘daddy’ , creampie ❀ — nsfw warning!!
thinkin’ about sunghoon’s biceps…
how they bulge and flex around your neck while he pounds into you roughly from behind, pressing you into a mean chokehold as you gasp for air and beg for mercy.
“s-sung—!” you cry out, futilely attempting to claw at his arms to release you.
the sound of a loud spank fills the room before you even feel it, your vision nearly growing hazy as sunghoon growls in your ear. “shh, no talking, baby… i want you to focus on my big cock fucking into your tight little pussy. only that, okay?”
you nod frantically, tears bubbling from your eyes as your body surrenders itself to him, allowing him to manhandle you into whatever position brings him the most pleasure.
“a-ahh, sunghoon, can’t—!” you squeal, biting at his biceps, causing him to gently release you, soothingly stroking your neck with his cool fingers without ever stopping his cock from plowing into your pussy.
“ngh, sorry, baby… daddy just loves your noises so much,” he groans, his fingers crawling up your neck and pulling you closer to him as he placed soft kisses all across the reddened skin. “you like being a naughty girl for me? hmm?”
head leaned back in ecstasy, you allow his tongue to roam down your neck, collarbone, and breasts. “mhmmm, daddy…” you moan, reaching back to clumsily thread your fingers through his hair. “love you so, so much…”
sunghoon grunts against your throat, his relentless cock still not stopping. “fuck, you’re so perfect… pussy so tight and wet like it’s begging for me to cum inside it. you want that, baby?”
you nod blearily, pawing at his meaty biceps once more. “nnngh… want you to fuck a baby into me, want to make you a real daddy…”
your words were the final straw for him. a strained moan rips from his throat as he imagines pumping his seed into you, so thick and fertile, getting your tummy all round just for him.
and all too soon, his vision catches up to reality as he grabs your hips and bucks into them with a final thrust, sending your entire body trembling as his cum gushes inside your quivering cunt, stuffing it full with an overwhelming warmth.
“oh, baby…” he nearly sobbed, still slowly fucking into you as he plants a shaky arm next to your head which had collapsed onto the pillow.
you were absolutely wrecked, your back nearly broken and legs shaking as you feel him pumping his cum deeper and deeper inside of you still. “nnh… sunghoon…”
the last thing you remember is sunghoon cradling your body in his strong arms, letting you drift off to sleep using his big biceps as a perfect pillow ♡
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