hi allll, quick message to explain my recent hiatus.
ive been struggling with mental health for a hot minute and haven’t had the time nor desire to continue writing, but im going to try to continue sometime soon!
ill likely switch blogs though to keep my next one strictly 18+. here > @dulcores
more updates to come, I’m not even sure if any will find this lolll just in case.
Nerdjo who wants to recreate his…dirty manga with you. And he’s inexperienced, okay?! Give him a break, so what if he wants to recreate some sort of twisty position or heats or that ahegao face…Nerdjo who gets interested in one concept in particular—squirting. And he tells you with a blushing face n’ wobbly smile that he wants to try this one out next. Nerdjo who doesn’t realize that he’s going to be the one squirting after you ruthIessly ride him for a few rounds nonstop.
And I insist that he can cum from just his nipples… Hes rlly begging for some friction on his dick tho….
But I insist
Pleaseee add anyone u want
I need thiss
nonnie how did u know i loooveee sucking man titties ???
“holy shit,” tamaki gasps, his eyes widening like he can’t believe this is happening to him right now. “f-feels perfect, baby.”
you’re kissing all over one of his pecs, completely absorbed in feeling up the area with a dreamy mixture of lip and tongue. this is tamaki’s very first time being worshipped in this way, and the thought that he’s gone twenty six years without has him throwing his head back in appreciation.
he’s needy, and can’t help but cup the back of your head with his hand. you know what you’re doing to him—making his mind hazy with desperate agitation and restlessness—but the best part is you haven’t shown him anything yet. the weight of tamaki’s hand is nothing more than a suggestion, and it is one you won’t be taking into consideration.
a shuddery moan slips out of him when you trace his nipple with just the tip of your tongue, using his own sensitivity against him. maybe he’d be able to compose himself better if you weren’t simultaneously playing with his chest and straddling his waist...
a rosy flush washes his pale chest with color and extends up his neck, reaching all the way to his cheekbones. “you hate to play f-fair, huh?”
“more than anything,” your teeth sink into the tender skin and you lift your head to see exactly what it does to him. god, what a fucking sight it is—his face crumples, almost as if he’s about to cry (you hope he does) or cream his boxers or both.
in tamaki’s head, wires are crossing as pain sizzles into pleasure. if he could find the words to describe what you’re making him feel, he’d end up expressing them in unintelligible mumbles or teary whines.
“do that again, please,” he manages to beg, arching into you. his chest pushes into your face, and his pelvis into yours—the briefest contact between your hips yields a loud keen from your feverish boyfriend.
tamaki, greedy as ever, reaches for your hips in an attempt to move you back and forth over his clothed cock. you shift away, about to remove yourself completely if he tries anything, and it finally clicks that you’re running this program, not him.
he fights to keep his jittery hips still, even as you return to hovering above him. “i need you to touch me.”
“aren’t i already touching you?”
“‘s not the same,” tamaki urges in a hushed voice, feeling the tears burn behind his eyes, “how am i supposed to finish just from this? i want more—”
this time, you roll his nipple between your fingers and bite down—your way of fixing his little attitude problem, so to speak. “you will,” your tongue laves over the stinging skin to soothe, “don’t worry about it. this is more than enough, tamaki.”
he can’t really argue with you, so he protests by ever so slightly pushing you into his chest. to make sure that both of his pecs are treated equally, you swap your fingers with your mouth and lavish the sore nipple with attention.
“baby,” tamaki breathes, hand finding its way to the nape of your neck, “i didn’t know it could—mmmh—feel this good..”
you ignore his commentary, though it sends a rush of heat through the lower half of your body. hearing those trembling breaths as his chest rises and falls is worth delaying your own pleasure for, although you have everything you could possibly need right here and now.
without warning, you begin to suck and tamaki startles, arching into you like he can’t get enough. he whimpers your name, pathetic as a puppy, and the tears he’d been holding back slip down his cheeks out of nowhere. it’s almost embarrassing for him to be crying because of his nipples, but his impending orgasm takes precedence over his qualms.
“just like that,” he chokes out, tasting the salt gathering at the corners of his lips. “shit, ‘m gonna end up making a mess..”
one second later, tamaki’s spilling in his underwear and mumbling sweet nonsense into your ear. his hips jerk in every direction, frantic for friction of any kind, and you shatter him with unexpected reciprocity. a wet spot darkens the front of his boxers, most likely staining the fabric through and through.
tamaki wraps his arms around you before you can pull back, and he tucks his face into your neck to breathe you in. the mixture of a natural scent with soap manages to soothe and arouse him, even after such an intense orgasm. “sorry for doubting you,” he murmurs, pausing to let the apology sink in before he decides to be a shit once more. “it must’ve been a fluke, a one time thing..”
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"Please," he was begging, hips shallowly thrusting against your plump ass, his large hands gently pinning your legs down against your chest to fold you in half. He was desperate, so down bad, and so fucking hard. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes half lidded, and mouth agape to gasp for little breaths of air, looking on the verge of busting inside of you but edging himself to prolong the pleasure.
“Y-you’re gross..” you gasped out softly, resting back on your forearms, closing one eye and moaning when he thrusted just deep enough to hit that spongey spot. Eyes glazing over his needy face, as you tried to look as annoyed.
His thrusts only got quicker and more shallow, shameless whimpers spilling free from his lips as he nodded. “more… c’mon, insult me, slap me, hit me…” he whined, groaning out when he felt your tight pussy squeeze around him. Walls clamped down around his dick, “f-fuck… fuckfuckfuck…” he moaned quietly, as he bit down on his bottom lip and moved his hips much slower, knowing he was about to cum any second now.
“You’re dumb, annoying, arrogant, and you think you own me,” you whined and rattled off, looking at him with tense eyes, before you pouted, and leaned up just a little, moving one of your arms.
SLAP!
His breathing hitched, the room going quiet after your slap, but you didn’t seem sorry or bothered. Laying back down when you felt his dick twitch inside of you, whining softly. His eyes traced back into your naked body beneath him, gaze darkening and tongue pressing against the inside of the cheek you had slapped. He let out a shameless moan before grabbing your thighs tighter and pushing them apart roughly.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he sped up his thrusts, lifting his hips back and slamming against your plump ass fast and hard. Squeezing his eyes shut and furrowing his eyebrows, mouth agape in a silent moan. His hips thrusted erratically, your bedroom filled with the creaking of the bed, your moans, and the sound of his hips going “plap! plap! plap!”
He threw his head back, “a-agh..!” moaning out as his hips stuttered, when he finally came deep inside your pussy. Hot, sticky cum flooding your hole as you whimpered and squirmed, body aching and tired.
His hips began to gently roll when his orgasm subsided, looking down at you lustfully. His left hand moving to your inner thigh and thumb gently rubbing and swirling over your clit.
THE MASTERLIST ━━━ MAYBE WE'LL GET MARRIED ONE DAY, WHO KNOWS? ﹙ahn keonho & eom seonghyeon x reader﹚
─── at the age of 16, an arranged marriage with eom seonghyeon is discussed by your respective families to strengthen business alliances. at 17, your future with ahn keonho, your high school boyfriend of 2 years, fades away as the planned marriage between you and seonghyeon is finalized on paper. and in the year you turn 18, you’re forced to put a ring on your finger by someone you don’t truly love.
contains boyfriend!keonho x reader x arranged fiance!seonghyeon. heavy angst, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, forced marriage/marriage of convenience, love triangle, high school love. toxic families, romeo & juliet trope, complicated relationship, rich!seonghyeon & reader, middle class!keonho. ft. cortis & newjeans. keonho’s pov hurts. seonghyeon is the 2nd lead. kind of like the notebook (2004) plot. use of y/n.
( 🪽 ) —— HELLO coerblr! debuting my first fic series. its actually supposed to be a full-length fic, but my brain can't handle it :') so i separated it into 3 parts! currently, chap 1 is being polished and chap 2 is still being written... >< likes & reblogs r very much appreciated, reblog for a kiss from kono & hyeon <3
summary: in which you ask the lads boys if they prefer ass or tits.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: mild suggestive content so MDNI / NSFW, xavier’s frightened, zayne isn’t with it, rafayel hates it here, sylus is lovely, caleb is strange…allusions to a fem reader (!!!) and obvious mentions of body parts but no explicit mentions of shape or anything like that ^^ that’s it (i think)
p.s. this is based off of a req SO ty anon, i hope you like it (even if just a little bit) <3
double p.s. this is just my interpretation so don’t think too deeply about the preferences hehe. ALSO lmk if you guys enjoy dark mode too bc i can try to do some more here and there in the future if so (> <)
a/n: this was made very quickly bc i was so #lockedin for some reason SO if there are any errors…no there aren’t…look away…ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
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