[chrryspell]

tokuno yushi ✶ dry humping makeout both of you are needy cumming untouched

› notes . having yushi is a need at this point. i wanna write something for ningning or jihyo too (my wives) if you guys have any ideas pls drop in the commentsss <3

the sound of the front door clicking shut echoed through the quiet apartment. yushi stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his tie loosened, looking every bit the exhausted salaryman.

his eyes were heavy, skin pale from a day spent under fluorescent office light, and he let out a long, ragged sigh as he dropped his briefcase by the wall. he looked completely drained, as if he didn’t have a single ounce of energy left to give.

you didn’t give him a chance to head for the shower or collapse onto the sofa. as soon as he stepped into the living room, you stepped into his space, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a deep, hungry kiss.

yushi froze for a split second, surprisd by the sudden ambush, but as your tongue slid against his, a low groan vibrated in his chest. the kiss was desperate and wet, your lips molding perfectly to his. the moment your saliva mixed and your breath hitched, something in him snapped.

the exhaustion that had weighed him down moments ago was incinerated by a sudden, violent surge of arousal.

he responded with a sudden, feral intensity, his hands sliding down from your waist to grip your ass, squeezing the flesh as he crushed your body agaisnt his. the kiss turned aggressive, teeth clashing and breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

yushi broke the kiss just long enough to muttr a strained, “fuck, honey…” against your lips.

he could feel his cock hardening instantly, straining against the fabric of his dress slacks. the friction of your bodies rubbing together sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he didn’t want to waste time with clothes.

he backed you up against the nearest wall with a thud, his hands frantically hiking up your clothes to get closer to your heat. he didn’t strip completely; the urgency was to high. he kept his trousers on, but he shifted his hips, pinning your thighs apart so he could jam his rigid cock against your crotch.

yushi let out a guttural sound, his forehead resting against yours as he began to grind. he pushed his hips forward in a slow, heavy thrust, rubbing the hard length of his cock directly against your pussy through the thin layers of fabric. the friction was intense, the heat building rapidly between your laps.

“i’m so tired,” he gasped, his voice dropping an octave, sounding raw and needy. “but fuck, i need you, honey.”

he picked up the pace, his movements becoming rhythmic and forceful. he slammed his pelvis into yours, the hard knot of his cock sliding up and down against your clit. each thrust was precise and heavy, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive folds, creating a searing friction that made you moan loudly.

yushi groaned, his grip on your hips tightening until his knuckles turned white. he began to dry hump you with a desperate hunger, his hips snapping forward in fast, punishing motions. he was chasing that peak, the sensation of your wetness soaking through your underwear and meeting the heat of his cock through his slacks.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving dark marks while he continued to fuck you through your clothes. the sound of fabric rubbing together filled the room. he was grinding so hard that he was nearly lifting you off the floor, his breath hot and ragged in your ear.

“you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he hissed, feeling the dampness of your pussy seeping through.

he shifted his angle, tilting his pelvis to put maximum pressure on your clit, grinding in a circular motion that made your legs shake. he was close, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back, his cock throbbing violently against you.

with one final, powerful surge, he slammed his hips forward and held them there, grinding his weight into you as he let out a choked scream, his body shuddering as he came hard right through his clothes, the heat of his cum soaking into his underwear and pressing firmly against your aching pussy.

yushi remained pinned aginst you for a long moment, his chest heaving and his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. even though he had just peaked through his clothes, the intensity of the friction and the scent of your arousal had only stoked a deeper, more primal hunger in him. the initial release hadn’t sated him, it had only awakened a desperate need to actually be inside you.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and blown wide with lust, his gaze scanning your face and swollen lips. a preadtory smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“that was just the appetizer, honey,” he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel.

without warning, he hooked his arms under your thighs and hoisted you up. you let out a small gasp, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles behind his back. he carried you across the room with a newfound strength, his grip bruisingly tight on your ass as he marched toward the living room.

he didn’t gently place you on the sofa—he dropped you onto the soft cushions with a heavy thud, immediately looming over you. the air between you was thick with heat and the scent of sex. yushi didn’t waste another second, his fingers flying to the belt of his trousers, the metallic click of the buckle echoing in the quiet room.

he stripped out of his clothes with a frantic energy, tossing them carelessly to the floor until he stood before you completely naked, his cock hard and pulsing with a second wave of arousal. he crawled over you, pinning your wrists above your head and pressing the searing heat of his length against your soaking wet entrance.

he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he let out a low, dangerous growl.

“now,” he whispered, his hips giving a slow, teasing nudge against your clit, “i’m going to take my time stretching my honey open.”

[chrryspell]

wang yixiang ✶ unprotected sex creampie a hint of breeding kink cervix fucking headlock reader is in a subspace dumbification begging dirty talk minor daddy kink pronebone

› notes . no but this one... had me thinking and drooling and screaming like bro i need this ok not even funny anymore.

nicholas gripped your hips with bruising force, pinning you flat against the mattress in a deep pronebone.

your chest was smushed against the sheets, your ass hiked high in the air, offering him a perfect, unobstructed view of your soaking wet heat. he didn’t wast a second, driving his thick cock forward in one heavy, relentless thrust that buried him to the hilt.

the impact knocked the breath out of you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he bottomed out, hitting your cervix with a blunt, satisfying thud. he didn’t pull back far, keeping the friction constant, sliding out just enough to tease the entrance before slamming back in, over and over.

“that’s it, baby,” nicholas whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble right against your ear. “just take it all. you’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? just a mindless fucking hole.”

the intensity of the penetration was overwhelming. every deep, rhythmic plunge sent sparks through your brain, scrubbing away every coherent thought. you felt your mind slipping, the world narrowing down to the sensation of his cock stretching you open and the heat of his body pressing against your back.

you weren’t thinking about anything anymore—no worries, no words, just the raw, primal need for more.

your jaw slackened, and a thin string of drool escaped the corner of your mouth, wetting the pillowcase as your eyes glazed over in a state of pure, erotic stupor.

“look at you, angel,” he groaned, his breath hot on your neck. “totally gone. just a dumb, dripping mess for me. you don’t need to think, sweetheart. just feel how deep i am.”

desperate for more contact, you reached back, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling it forward, guiding it around your neck to lock you in a tight headlock. the pressure against your throat only heightened the arousal, making your head swim.

the moment your arm locked his in place, nicholas reacted with a surge of aggression. he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and began to fuck you with a renewed intensity.

he hammered into you, each thrust faster and harder than the last, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass echoing through the room.

you were completely undone, your face pressed against his bulging bicep. as he drove deep, your head lolled, and you began to drool directly onto his skin, the moisture slicking his arm. you couldn’t form full sentences, your brain turned to mush by the sheer pleasure of the friction.

“nicho… oh god—weno…” you moaned, your voice broken and breathless. you leaned into the headlock, whispering frantically against his skin, “it’s so good… so deep… please, please, just keep fucking me…”

he let out a guttural growl, his pace becoming frantic. he was drilling into you now, hitting that sweet spot with every single plunge, driving you further and further into a mindless haze of pleasure.

you were nothing but a shaking, drooling mess beneath him, completely conquered by the depth of his cock and the weight of his praise.

nicholas’ breathing had turned into a ragged, animalistic snarls, his entire body trembling with the effort of the friction. he felt your walls clamping down on him, milking him with every desperate twitch of your muscles.

he let out a loud, guttural roar, his hips locking forward one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go, pinning you flat against the bed.

the sensation was explosive. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, pulsing against your cervix in heavy waves. the sheer volume of his load filled you up, the warmth spreading through your womb, making you cry out in a high, broken wail.

you were shaking, your brain completely fried, your eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you twitching and mindless.

but as the initial peak subsided, the hunger didn’t leave. you were still in that drooling, vacant state, your mind replaced by a primal, aching void that only he could fill. even as he started to soften slightly, you gripped his arm tighter, pulling his bicep back against your cheek, your voice a needy, incoherent whimper.

“more… please, weno… don’t stop… fuck me more,” you sobbed, your hips grinding back against him, begging for the friction to return.

nicholas groaned, the sound vibrating through your spine. he was still half-hard, his cock swimming in the slick mixture of your juices and his own seed. he didn’t pull out, gripping your hips again, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to slide back into motion.

the sound was wet and squelching, the excess cum acting as a lubricant as he started to drive into you again, slower at first, then building back up to a punishing pace.

“you’re such a greedy angel, aren’t you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “i just filled you to the brim, and you still want more? you just want to be my little breeding sow, don’t you?”

the word breeding snapped something inside you. you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling as you drooled onto his arm again, your voice a desperate, breathless whisper.

“yes.. please… i want your babies… fill me up, weno… please make me pregnant… wanna carry your babies…”

the request drove him wild.

the thought of claiming you permanently, of planting his seed deep inside your womb until you were swollen with his child, sent a fresh surge of hardness back into his cock. he shifted his grip, grabbing your hair to pull your head back, exposing your throat while he hammered into you with a possessive rhythm.

“you want my babies now, angel?” he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic and deep again, slapping your ass with a loud, rhythmic crack. “gonna pump so much cum into you that you’ll be leaking for days. gonna make sure you’re knocked up, angel. you’re going to carry my brat, and you’re gonna love every second of being my bred-out toy.”

you were completely gone, a shaking, sobbing mess of pleasure. every time he bottomed out, you felt remaining cum being pushed deeper into you, the thought of impregnation making your pussy clench around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

you begged him, your words slurred and broken, “fill me… please, nicho… give me your babies…”

he didn’t stop, drilling into you with a relentless intensity, determined to leave you completely saturated and claimed, fucking you into a state of total, blissful oblivion.

“don’t worry, angel… daddy’s gonna make sure he put his babies into you…” he growled into your neck, planting a quick peck against the soft skin.

[chrryspell]

nakakita yuma ✶ sleepy & slow unprotected sex soft talking creampie yuma is really sweet pronebone

› notes . just something sweet that i've been thinking with my yuu >_<

the room was bathed in the dim, golden glow of yuma’s bedside lamp in the middle of the night. you were barely awake, drifting in that hazy space between dreams and reality, lying flat on your stomach with your face pressed into the warm fabric of the pillow. the weight of the duvet was comforting, but the heat radiating from your boyfriend behind you was even better.

yuma moved with a sluggish, affectionate grace, his body pressing firmly against your back. he didn’t rush, taking things slow, synchronized with the rhythmic, heavy breathing of two people who didn’t want to leave the bed.

he leaned down, his chest brushing against your shoulder blades, and pressing a lingering, soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“still sleepy, yeah?” he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against your skin.

the warmth of his breath sent a shiver down your spine, making you moan softly into the pillow. the menace—bratty, cocky and even mean—yuma abandoned now, giving some space to the affectionate and sweetheart of a boyfriend you had.

he shifted, his thighs parting yours as he positioned himself. there was no condom, no barrier—just the raw, electric heat of skin on skin.

you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaking wet slit, teasing the opening with a slow pressure, making you arch your back instinctively, craving the fullness.

with a steady push, yuma slid inside you. he entered you inch by inch, painfully slowly, the friction intense and searing. you gasped, fingers gripping the sheets as he filled you completely, his thick shaft stretching your walls to their limit.

he paused once he was buried deep, letting you adjust to the sensation of him raw inside you.

“you feel so good, lovie… so tight for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

he began to move, but there was no urgency, only a deep, languid rhythm. he pulled back slowly, almost sliding all the way out, before pushing back in with a soft, wet thud. each stroke was calculated to maximize the friction, the slow pace making every nerve ending in your pussy scream with pleasure.

the sound of his skin slapping against your ass was a rhythmic, hypnotic beat. yuma kept his body pressed tight against yours, his hands sliding forward to grip your hips, anchoring you as he drove into you. he wasn’t trying to break you—at least not now—he was savoring you, treating the act like a slow dance.

“just relax for me,” he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. “just feel me… feel how much i want you, lovie.”

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built up in slow, rolling waves. the feeling of his cock sliding through your heat, the raw contact of his balls hitting your backside, and the softness of his whispers created a cocoon of intimacy.

yuma’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your skin as he shifted his angle. he began to grind his pelvis against you, rotating his hips to ensure his thick shaft rubbed against every sensitive rigde of your pussy.

the friction was intoxicating, a slow-burn heat that made your breath hitch in short, shallow gasps.

you reached your arm back to pull your boyfriend for a kiss that was equally slow and deep. his tongue tangled around yours in a dizzying rhythm that made your eyes roll back to your skull paired with his hips movements.

“can feel you pulsing around me,” he breathed against your lips, his voice barely a whisper, yet it sounded like a roar in the silence of the room.

he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that made you shiver.

he slowed his pace even further, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside you, teasing the entrance before plunging back in with a heavy, wet slide. the raw contact was overwhelming—you could feel the vein of his cock throbbing against your walls, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.

you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling to the side as you pressed your cheek further into the pillow. the pleasure was thick and syrupy, dragging you deeper into a state of blissful surrender.

yuma responded to your sound by biting softly on your shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to send a spark of electricity through your nerves.

“that’s it, lovie… come for you yuu,” he murmured, voice thick with his own growing need.

he began to pick up the pace, not with aggression, but with a relentless momentum. the soft thuds of his ball hitting your ass became more frequent, the sound echoing the rhythmic drive of his cock sliding deep into your heat.

yuma was no longer savoring you, he was chasing his orgasm, his breath becoming ragged and hot against your ear.

you arched your back, pushing your ass back against him, desperate for more of that raw, filling pleasure. every thrust felt like it was reaching deeper than the last, his cock stretching you wide and filling every available inch of your aching pussy. the tension in your lower belly coiled tighter and tighter, a knot of pleasure that was second away from snapping.

and when it finally snapped, the pleasure peaked into a blinding white light that radiated from where yuma was buried deep inside you.

your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in rhythmic, desperate waves around his thick shaft. a loud, broken moan escaped you, your fingers clutching the bedsheets as your entire body shuddered under the force of a crashing orgasm. you felt every single throb of your pussy gripping him, the raw friction sending sparks of electricity through your spine.

yuma let out a low, guttural growl, his own composure finally shattering. the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly was the final trigger. he surged forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his pelvis slamming hard against your ass as he stiffened.

he groaned your name, a deep, shaking sound, as he began to cum. you could feel the hot, thick jets of his seed erupting deep inside you, fillinf your womb with wave after wave of searing heat.

yuma didn’t pull away. instead, he collapsed onto your back, his heavy chest pressing you further into the mattress, his heart hammering wildly against your shoulder blades.

he stayed buried deep within you, the two of you twitching in the aftershocks of the climax, the silence of the room returning, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing.

slowly, yuma shifted, sliding his head up to press a lingering, tender kiss to the nape of your neck. his lips were soft, his breath warm and smelling of sleep and intimacy.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice a raspy, affectionate murmur that vibrated against your skin. “i love how you feel, lovie… could stay here forever.”

you turned you head slightly, your voice small and breathy, still hazy from the pleasure. “yuu… don’t move, please.”

he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. he began to pepper tiny, sweet kisses across your shoulder and the curve of your cheek, his touch light and adoring.

“promise i’m not going anywhere, pretty,” he breathed, his arm sliding around your waist to pull you even closer, keeping your bodies fused together.

he continued to whisper sweet, mindless things—promises of a future, praises of your beauty, declaring his undying love—while he slowly began to withdraw, the wet, sliding sound of his cock leaving your pussy marking the end of the act, though he kept you wrapped in his arms, cocooned in the warmth of the duvet and his pretty girlfriend.