holding leehan by his ponytail while he chokes on your cock!!! matching red eye makeup running down his cheeks while he shows off his throat game, making sure he doesn't look away from you!!! using as much spit as he can, purposely drooling all over himself because he loves it when you call him a messy little thing♡🍓
when you’re bratting and she grabs your neck and your voice gets low and strained but you attempt to finish your sentence anyway, and she just squeezes harder until your eyes roll back and you can’t help but moan, head suddenly empty. when she asks, “do you want to repeat that?” and all you can do is squeak out a small “no…” when her grip on your throat lingers for a few moments, testing you, before she finally lets go with a, “that’s what i thought.” >>>>>
switch nico looking down with satisfaction making a creamy and shiny mess all over your face when she's on top and looking at your with big eyes filled with devotion pulling your thighs down to bring you closer to her mouth when she's on the bottom ‼️‼️‼️
one thing about nico she's a Messy Girl !!!! she loves seeing the mess on your face almost as much as she loves being eaten out. it's an extra little treat after to see her cum all over your chin & nose. you look so gross and in love and completely hers. she cleans the mess off herself, licking the creamy fluid up, tasting herself, kissing you with the taste of her cum on both of your tongues.
but !! she loves giving as much (more than) getting, and the devotion & excitement is so evident on her face when you sit on it. she loves just being a vessel for your pleasure while you ride her face & if you get tired before you cum, she'll rock ur hips for you. she's noisy too, in everything, sounds of spit and cum sounding throughout the room, and her moans are sometimes louder than yours bc she's just a real Eater like dat !
hai Could u write more F!fuma i love her nd her big titties so much
id sink my teeth into her boobs no hesitation, they'd be like pillows & if she's taller than you it's the perfect place to hide your face while she fingers you. every touch inside of you is very intentional, she loves mapping out all the ways she can get you noisy and pathetic. she loves thigh humping, the way she can control your every hip roll forward & backward, the way she can not only hear, but feel how wet you are against her skin. you get so desperate like that because it's good but it's not nearly enough to get you off. despite that, she makes you continue until you're frustrated and pitiful. her fingers digging into your hips are gonna leave bruises for her to kiss and tend to the next day, because even though she's a menace, she's not evil. she loves pampering you just as much as she loves ruining you. if you really deserve it, she'll let you suck on her titties, she'll let you leave as many love bites as you want, and she'll let you hear all her pretty soft moans :)))
femme euijoo who likes being treated like she's fragile while having filthy words spoken to her in soft whispers x muscle mommy (ofc!!!) warm voiced fuma who's motivated to work out so she can treat juju like a princess during lovemaking while making her cry w her dirty words, the difference bw fuma's actions and words just making her wetter :((<3
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i love this so much because they both wanna give each other the absolute best. fuma wants to learn all of the ways euijoo likes being touched, how light her touch should be, how euijoo likes being fingered open slowly, how noisy she can get just from fuma kissing her nipples. she wants to find out the exact words that'll make euijoo let go, pushing the limits just to see how mean she can really get with her -- "i didn't realize you were so useless," "didn't i train you better than this?" "you're just a dumb puppy, hm? not a thought behind those big eyes." if she's lucky, she'll be rewarded with the pretty sparkle of euijoo's tears.
euijoo likes to feign discontent, squirming away from fuma's teasing touches, shaking her head when fuma calls her "needy," "greedy," "ungrateful." in reality, she loves the way fuma handles control. it's a nice balance of assertion and gentleness, paying such close attention to every reaction that it's overwhelming for euijoo. she wants to be the center of fuma's attention, but she flushes and gets shy under all of it. the way she looks through her, like she's seeing all of euijoo's most gross desires right on her face, it's terrifying, and it's exactly what euijoo needs to be fully vulnerable. she talks slowly, quietly in euijoo's ear and it makes her shiver. she talks into their kiss, and euijoo gets dizzy trying to focus on what she's saying.
euijoo wants to be the best girl for fuma, the prettiest puppy girl, worthy of her attention and discipline. the harsh words from her mouth only make euijoo wanna prove her wrong by doing everything she asks even if it's embarrassing -- like confessing, with her words, exactly what she wants fuma to do to her, what she fantasizes about when they're apart. it's humiliating to say filthy things like that, but euijoo wants to hear those cruel insults turn into "good girl," "aren't you so sweet?" "look how pretty you are when you cum." fuma can only be mean to her for so long.
euijoo also loves when fuma uses her strength to her advantage, pinning her against the mattress or the counter or the shower wall, stopping her from squirming and shying away. even if she can't always let her vulnerability show verbally, fuma uses her strength to make her show it physically, which takes a weight off of her shoulders.
i have this idea for fem!euijoo who's a college student babysitting fem!yudai's daughter for money. i think it sounds so sweet, because euijoo looks up to yudai so much and yudai is so gentle when approaching her. she's so nice and a good mother, she's just on her own and needs help taking care of her daughter. she finds euijoo sweet, and sometimes pays her way more than euijoo thinks she ought to be making just for babysitting. sometimes, when it takes longer to put her daughter to bed, euijoo sleeps over in the guest room. she's doing that tonight, only she's staying up a bit later to finish some coursework before tomorrow. she's sitting at the tall dining table when yudai comes home, pencil skirt hugging her long legs, white collared shirt unbuttoned. she looks worn out, but she always looks beautiful, unearthly so, to euijoo.
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"After so many years of friendship, Nicholas knew him better than anyone else. He thought Euijoo could take it, so maybe Euijoo could. But now, as he watched Fuma spread lube over his own length, watched the intimidating size of it glide through the wetness of his palm, Euijoo couldn’t help but wonder-
What if he had been wrong?"
What if Nicholas had been wrong?
That thought looped in Euijoo’s mind, boomeranging. Already, nerves were bundling heavy in his chest. Of course he was intimidated – Nicholas was holding him down, pining his arms in the space between his back and Nicholas’ chest. He couldn’t wiggle much, with Fuma between his legs, and anytime he did squirm, the alpha gave him that look, all effortless dominance and wordless control. Patience had always been Euijoo’s strong suit, but right now, staring at the intimidating display of Fuma’s bare, muscled figure, he couldn’t help the way anxiety blurred the edges of his mind.
So far, only Nicholas had been taking Fuma’s length. Euijoo always preferred watching, eyes stuck on the way his cunt seemed to mold around the alpha’s cock, create space for it, suck it in deeper. He liked the mix of their voices in the air, and by the end of it, he was always leaking a puddle. Despite the string of desire, though, he’d never actually asked Fuma to fuck him. He wasn’t sure he could take it. They pleasured him in other ways and reassured him that they only wanted whatever he did.
But, fuck, if he didn’t think about it, being in Fuma’s hold, in his care, connected to him in such an intimate manner, the way he’d feel so claimed, so safe. He definitely thought about it, and he wasn’t the only one; Nicholas talked about it often. He never tried to push Euijoo, but he made his desire obvious, and he knew just the filth to say to render him desperate.
“I bet you’d cry so pretty around it. Bet you’d whine about not being able to take it, but you would, ‘cause you’re a good boy like that,” he’d said before. And damnit, Euijoo was a good boy like that. He prided himself on it, so he didn’t push back, letting Nicholas fill his head with the vulgar images: “I wanna see you like that, Juju, so strung out you can’t even speak, brainless as your alpha fills you up.”
In the end, that’s what had broken him down – the acknowledgement that Fuma was his, just like Nicholas was, that he belonged to them in the same way. After so many years of friendship, Nicholas knew him better than anyone else. He thought Euijoo could take it, so maybe Euijoo could.
But now, as he watched Fuma spread lube over his own length, watched the intimidating size of it glide through the wetness of his palm, Euijoo couldn’t help but wonder-
What if he had been wrong?
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Nicholas was excited when Euijoo confessed to wanting to do it. He tried to hide it, but Euijoo could see the sparkle in his eyes, the subtle lift at the corners of his mouth. He loved trying new things, and Euijoo loved exciting Nicholas, even if he was nervous. They went to Fuma together, Nicholas with an extra bounce in his step. When they stood in front of him, the alpha’s gaze lifted from the pages of his book, suspicion already clear behind his glasses.
Nicholas sat next to him on the couch and motioned for Euijoo to do the same. Euijoo listened, skin already warm. It might’ve felt like they were caging Fuma in if the alpha weren’t so much stronger than the both of them.
“Hello,” he said, amused smile on his face.
“Euijoo has something to tell you,” Nicholas started. Euijoo’s gaze darted to his, unexpecting the sudden spotlight as they both turned to him. Nicholas ignored the scandalized look, nodding supportively. His mouth opened, closed, opened and clamped shut again. Fuma placed a hand on his thigh, and if that was supposed to help him loosen up, the graze of the alpha’s thumb along his leg did the exact opposite.
“What’s up, Joo?” Fuma asked.
“Tell him what you told me,” Nicholas said.
“I just– I thought…you and Nichol always…”
Goodness, why was this so difficult? He couldn’t think of a non-vulgar way to say it. Seconds passed with no more clarity, and Euijoo groaned, head in his hands. He sunk into the couch, wishing the cushions would swallow him whole.
“He wants you to knot him,” Nicholas said.
“Oh,” Fuma said, the word more breath than voice. “What brought this on?”
“I look so good taking dick, he wants to take it too.”
“Christ, Nico,” Fuma said. Even after the time they’ve been together, Nicholas’ mouth still shocked them both. He only shrugged.
“It's true. Isn't that true, Juju?”
Behind his hands, Euijoo groaned again, completely mortified. This was so humiliating. There was something about having his desires laid out like that, for both of them to see, that made his skin hot, but Fuma’s hands were cool as they wrapped around his wrists and lightly tugged them down. His face was on absolute fire, and he was sure he’d actually start crying from embarrassment. Then Fuma’s eyes found his, warm and safe, hand rubbing his back.
“There’s no need for that,” he said. His hands were still holding Euijoo’s, thumbs rubbing the prominent bones at his wrist. “I’d love to do that with you, as long as you’re sure.” He gave Euijoo a pointed look. “This could be very overwhelming.”
You could slip. That’s what Fuma was getting at. He could easily fall into that clouded headspace right between “beta” and “Euijoo,” where he could barely think, could barely see straight, and he was so sensitive to every little touch, every sweet word from his boyfriends.
They said his scent changed whenever it happened. With all the notes of fruit, fresh, floral, some were typically stronger than the others. If anyone was ever close enough to pick up his subtle scent, citrus would be the headnote filling their nose, mixed with the quiet suggestion of amber. Most people didn’t even know that there was a shy base of freesia somewhere in there, when his scent was the strongest, the most revealing. But when he was in that headspace, a mindless vessel for whatever they desired, all the complimentary notes fighting to make Euijoo Euijoo, fighting to communicate for him, evened out completely.
The internet said it could’ve been a method to cope with his anxious thoughts, but he truly didn’t know why he slipped. It never happened when he was alone, too shamefully aware of every lustful touch he dragged across his own body. But so far, it happened during every mating cycle he’d spent with them, and sometimes after work stressed him out, or he had to visit his mom, their dynamic less than easy. Any time he was frayed, or unsettled, or nervous, and sought out comfort through intimacy with them, it happened like clockwork.
That meant it was very likely to happen this time, when the three of them were all trying something completely new, and Euijoo was already so unnerved his hands were shaking in Fuma’s hold. What he was asking for was more than a knot, but the space to be completely and utterly vulnerable, having his boyfriends bear the responsibility of taking care of him.
“Okay. It’s a bad idea.” He pulled his hands from Fuma’s, pulled his sleeves over them and balled them in his lap, something nauseating already rolling in his gut. “Let’s forget about it.”
“Let’s not,” Fuma said, giving the ball of Euijoo’s fists a squeeze. “It’s not a bad idea. I love taking care of you, and so does Nico.”
Beside him, Nicholas nodded. “If you get spacey, we’ll be there. It’s just important to address it beforehand.” He pulled Euijoo into a hug, smushing Fuma between them.
They were always this sweet to him, this patient, gentle in a way Euijoo didn’t know how to deserve. Slipping scared him, sometimes. He couldn’t deny how he always felt afterward, safe, loved, able to stop thinking so much for a little while, and he trusted his boyfriends with his life, but it was still scary, being seen in such a fragile state. Sometimes, they slipped into a different headspace as well, but only during heats and ruts, when the base instincts of omega and alpha clouded their senses, their desires. Still, neither of them had this, this worry in the back of his mind that intimacy with them could lead to that, and they would have to bare the responsibility of it.
But he wanted to do this. He’d been thinking about it for so long, and he wanted to explore more sides of himself with them. He wanted to practice asking for self-serving favors, like Dr. Koga – Yudai – was always advising. He wanted to know what it felt like, being forced to bloom open around his alpha’s knot, and he wanted his omega to be proud of him for doing it.
“Okay. Let’s do it, please.” His words brought another smile to Nicholas’ face.
“He’s gonna make you feel so good,” the omega said, like a promise, with something deviously excited twinkling in his eye, and fear felt a lot like arousal when it thrummed low in Euijoo’s belly.
i want f!yuma so bad. i want her tied to my bed. i want her bratty and mouthy, misbehaving and proud of it. i want her kicking and screaming and refusing to submit. i wanna hold her down while she squirms and i wanna see the frustration in her eyes cause i'm stronger than her. i wanna feel the exact moment she slips a little, lets her guard down, stops fighting for just a second, just so i can take advantage of it and use it against her. i wanna get in her head and tell her she's a slut, she's useless other than being my toy, she's so pretty that it's a shame she's so stupid. i wanna make her stupid. i wanna insult her in the sweetest tone ever, just to leave her confused. i wanna fuck her with my tongue and my fingers and an arrangement of toys and i wanna see her tremble and pull at her restraints in desperation. i wanna break her down so much she cries, and when she's finally given up fighting, and she's all twitchy and pliant on my bed, i wanna free her and kiss her and tell her she's beautiful, and talented, and smart, and so loved. i wanna kiss all the bruises i left on her. i wanna break her down, put her together, do it all again the next day. i want her an insane, deranged, unfathomable amount.
I want to give her false hope.. make her feel so good. Flicking my tongue on her clit and putting my lips around it until her moans sound desperate..
I'll start to put my fingers in her while my tongue continues to play with her clit.
I want her to cum all over my fingers just to keep going, overstimulating her. Continuing my moments faster after she cums. I want her to try and push me away.
"It's okay, baby. Just let me take care of you. I know you still want it. You're gonna be good and take it for mommy, yeah?"
Why I maker her cum in my fingers again brushing my thumb over her clit to make her close her legs shut.
"No no no, keep your legs open. I don't want to have to force them open now, do I?"
i know i’m torturing you but you’re doing such a good job trying so hard not to come. i promise the wait will be worth it baby, just hold on a little bit longer for me
THIS IS A POST FROM A LESBIAN NSFT BLOG. CISHET MEN AND MINORS DNI.
When my pretty boy is inside me and he buries his face in my chest. Hearing his little moans and heavy breathes with each stoke because, I let him feel what my pussy is like and he can’t control himself.
somno warning obviously, some of these are sorta kindaaaaa dubcon adjacent but consent is implied, most are just general hcs, one is a little half baked bite sized blurb, yada yada
— spooning with f!nicholas: you’re the little spoon, you’re so comfy and cozy, so of course you start drifting off to sleep. you’re on the precipice of sleep when you feel a hand kneading your chest under your shirt. a thumb swiping back and forth over your nipple and wet lips mouthing against your neck. sure, it feels good— really good, actually— but you’re still half asleep, limbs heavy and your brain feels like it’s floating in a jar of strawberry jam. you try to ask what’s going on but it seems like your tongue and lips are fast asleep themselves, only managing to get out something between a whimper and a hum. nico shushes you, telling you to go back to sleep, she’ll take care of you, before you feel her hand slide down your stomach, dipping into the waistband of your pajama bottoms. she’s right, you’re way too tired to deal with how it suddenly feels sticky between your thighs, nico will take care of it.
— f!yuma usually sleeps in a pair of underwear and a tank top but occasionally she’ll get into bed nude, and when you play along and ask what the reason is, she’ll tell you it’s in case someone wants to have their way with her while she sleeps. very subtle.
— girl jo is just as much of a secret creepy perv as actual jo, maybe even more-so. so it’s no surprise that f!jo would looooove somno. she likes roleplaying the idea of touching you in your sleep without your knowledge. she’s cute though, so of course you indulge her in her weird freak girl fantasies.
— f!taki is a gross freak she’ll wake you up by squirting on you :/ ask me how i know
girl!nico and girl!yuma teasing and edging girl!fuma !! fuma's usually in some type of charge, so it's so special when the two can get her to sub for them <3 and they love giving her a taste of her own medicine.
she'd forced nico to get off on her thigh yesterday, not touching her even though nico was so desperate and near tears...so nico presses her knee against fuma's clit and watches her rut against it desperately. a few days prior, fuma had ripped three orgasms from yuma, only letting her cum when yuma was trembling, unable to form a coherent sentence...so yuma pinches and tugs on her nipples until she's gasping and jerking. fuma's chest is so sensitive and yuma abuses this every time, sucking marks into the skin of them, lapping and biting at her nipples, bouncing them in her hand, all while both fuma arches into the feeling and shies away from it.
their favorite thing is to humiliate her, making her wear bunny costumes, making her stand in front of mirrors while they fuck her, pressing a vibe to her clit and holding her still while they do her makeup, only to take photos of her later in the night when it's all smudged, making her look at the photos until she cums. they love making her feel so small, when she's actually so much stronger than them.
conditioning jo to be the perfect little slut for you. he's such a sweet boy when the two of you first meet. you were a bit ashamed to admit it fed into your corruption kink. every time you two hung out, all you could think about is if he would be as sweet, attentive, and docile in bed as he was in day-to-day life.
you were far from disappointed when the two of you started dating and every time you were intimate, he was a little more pliant, a little more willing to engage in your dirty ideas.
jo has willingly tried out many different suggestions of yours, even if he was nervous to try them at first. you would've never guessed how hard this sweet boy got from a little degradation. you'd insult him a bit while palming his bulge, simple foreplay, but he'd be on the edge of cumming before you've gotten his pants off.
jo who has become so conditioned that every degrading word that falls from your lips will get him dizzy even if you aren't touching him yet. if you guys are far away, he'll call you and you'll tell him he's useless on his own, how he can't even survive a few days without calling you desperate and hard. he'll agree, nodding along to what you say, forgetting you can't see him and touching himself exactly how you instruct. the past few days without you, he'd been struggling to get off, but a few mean words from you over the phone and he's creaming almost immediately, cum getting on his jeans because he was too impatient to pull them off entirely.
the first time youre mean to jo he's a little shocked. no one has ever talked to him like that in bed, but he has to admit it he likes it. when you call him useless and dumb, the words sting so good and make him hard with embarrassing speed. as time goes on, he'll chub up whenever you say something in a slightly harsh tone even if it's not your intention to tease him and he has to try to hide his hard on without you seeing 'cause it's so humiliating.
he likes to fantasize about what you would do if you did notice. when he's in bed alone and tugging on his nipples gently, he imagines you calling him names again. he imagines you belittling him, maybe even calling him a pervert. you won't touch him, probably. sometimes, you tell him he has to earn pleasure. even when he's alone, imagining how harshly you'd treat him, his hips will jerk up but he won't touch himself if he hasn't earned it. still, he'll pinch and squeeze his nipples until they're tender and red, just to take the edge off. he'll have to go to sleep with his cock still sitting heavy in his boxers.
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