when hanma talks about tits vs ass, all he can think about how much better the smooth curves along your underarm are.
he’s so gross, coming home after a long day of work just to jack off to your sweat-stained tops while you sleep blissfully unaware. abuse is a fitting word to describe his kink, waterboarding himself in fabric, inhaling like it’s a bong. he won’t stop until his lungs are full and his glasses fogged over so much he can’t even see his reddened tip anymore.
at times he can be so ridiculously seductive, slowly stripping you of your clothes and running his hands up and down your body, only to ruin it when he gets distracted by your armpits. he practically scissors them, obsessing over the folds and crevices they create, slipping right through when you're worked up and sweaty.
his favorite thing during sex is tying your wrists to the headboard. it leans into bdsm, something he doesn’t care for in the slightest. instead, its sole purpose is to give him ample access to your underarms. fuck, and when he slots his dick between them, he cums faster than your pussy. it’s the perfect spot to gush all over your face.
you and the outside world may think his fetish is weird, but your skin tastes so good. the spice of germs gives the flavor a pop, and you’re so sensitive. he can pinch you, and you react more than when he twists your nipples or swirls your clit around his tongue.
so whenever hanma asks if he’s an ass or tits guy, he simply responds there are better options.
Ran Haitani is such a whore. not only is he a flirtatious and cocky prick, but the moment you sit on his dick—ohhhhh it’s so over. he gets turned on by the kinkiest of shit imaginable. put a collar ’round his neck and pull him around by a goddamn leash to get him to listen to you and he will. he’ll act like the man in control even if you had him kneeling at your feet to kiss the very ground you walk on. when he has a partner, fuck, he’s pathetic. he worships the very ground his love walks on and he is not afraid to show it.
but only you can call him pathetic. anybody else and there isn’t even going to be enough left of their body to find. he only gives you permission to do these things to him, he couldn’t even imagine anyone else doing it. he wretches at the imaginitative thought of someone else making him the same pathetic bitch that you can. he might let other girls sit on his lap or kiss him up at the club, but he would never let them do the things he allows you to.
ask him to put your heels on? oh he’s kissing the material, hands delicately grasping your calf in the air, his lips pressing so teasingly against the baby-soft skin from your ankle straight up to your knee as he slowly places the heels on your feet. you wanna put handcuffs on him? oh please do, he’s bricked up in a matter of seconds after you ask. his head will be rolling back, eyes shut tight as breathy pants of air and whorish moans and grunts left his lips. the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock while he’s incapable of doing anything—not even moving, gets him unbearably turned on.
you could do the most mundane of things and he’ll be as hard as a rock. even mentioning anything relatively sexual gets him turned on. he has a high sex drive and you know it, but sometimes you couldn’t even do things like drinking milk or sucking on an ice cream stick with his dirty mind.
oh, god, and don’t even get me started on when he comes home blackout drunk just wanting to feel your pussy sucking him in like a vice. his cheeks are warm, his words are slurred, his movement shaky and fuck, he’s so sensitive. he’s oh-so sensitive when he’s intoxicated. even touching the air around his groin when he’s drunk has him whimpering like a fucking slut. the amount of things you could make him do when he’s drunk are uncountable. he just can’t help it, feeling your lips smashing against his with such vigor has him melting, the same with your lips around his cock and ohhh he’s so done for. he’ll cum down your throat in seconds like that.
so, it was safe to say that Ran Haitani was a total manwhore. but, hey! least he’s your slut, right? ♡
Ft. Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora all post time skip
warnings: age gaps, potential power dynamics, mommy kink, oral fem receiving, raw sex, cream pie, hand job, sugar baby, cheating
Draken - cougar hunter
I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.
When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.
You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.
Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."
Mikey - kink unlocked
Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...
Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.
"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.
"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.
"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"
Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."
Mitsuya - sugar baby
Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.
Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.
Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.
"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.
"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.
Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.
Baji - friend's mom
Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.
Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.
"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.
"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.
You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.
Kazutora - mommy kink
Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.
"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.
"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.
"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.
"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.
Mikey who is completely obsessed with reader's boobs. Loves sucking them and definitely loves having his cock between them
Hope you like it.
If you asked Mikey who his favorite person is-- Many expect probably Draken? Maybe his sister Emma? Or his other gang members who are his friends? They are all important to him.
But if you must really know? His favorite person in this damned world is his girl. His Y/n.
He loves everything about her. She's strong and has a sharp mouth. She's funny and beautiful. She's brave and loyal. Soft and caring.. If you were to look up at the night sky and see the stars, count them one by one, you'd count all the reasons as to why Mikey loves her.
He's absolutely obsessed! And he'll scream it to the world if he has to.
His perfect girl wrapped in a perfect package. A voice that melts his mind, a body that makes him crazy.
Your thighs are so soft, your hands are so dainty. Your lips are always so sweet.
But your tits? Oh fuck.. That's where his soul is at peace. Firm and soft, the best stress reliever when he's had a bad day. They fit so perfectly in his hands. They jump and giggle as you ride him. His thoughts lost to them as you heave out his name.
He loves when you pull on his hair as he suckles and leaves wet kisses on them. The way you moan his name when he flicks his tongue against your hardening nipples. Your breath staggered as he tried to leave as many marks as he could on them. He's even tried to spell out his own name on them.(though that didn't work out too well.)
He loves them so much.
Especially when he has you naked on your knees. Thighs shaking and breath stuttering. His cum leaks out of your used cunt. But he's still hard, still wanting his precious baby. Wanting her tits.
You whine and stick out your tongue. Using both your hands to squeeze your pretty boobs together. His cock lays hard between them, angry red tip peaking out and poking at your wet tounge.
You love his cock as much as he loves your tits.
He drags his hips back and forth. You try to squeeze your tits around him tighter. His head falls back with a curse while you lick the underside of his cock. The most sensitive spot.
He reaches down to help you hold your boobs. His hands engulfed yours as he squeezed your tits. His thrust becomes wild and uneven while he groans and lets out quiet moans.
You could feel his cock twitch before he covers your chest with his warm seed. Hot and sticky, you almost feel bad to have it all go to waste.
But Mikey knows his baby isn't wasteful. He's suddenly on his knees and licking up the mess on your tits. His tongue swirls on the creamy substance before his lips crash into yours. His hands on your tits as he kneads the flesh and gives you a taste.
you slowly sink down on his cock, your pussy trembling with pleasure of being so full. he gently circles your clit with his thumb and takes your nipple into his mouth
that's my girl, go as slow as you want, yes like that... mhm such a tight pussy, you're so pretty when you moan like this, honey
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he repeatedly slams into you from behind, pulling your hair until you throw back your head. you're sure he'll leave marks all over your hips from the force he's grabbing you
fuck, take it, love, yes be a good girl, ohh fuck you're squeezing me so hard... yesyesyes... you wanna my cum don't you, tell me, use your words, darling
Now this is peak interpretation. He would probably would buy that banana dildo again and shove it up his ass so hard he'd kill the fetus. but still, he deserves to get pregnant.
smut, blowjobs, roommates, cum-eating, drinking, hyuk a freak fr fr
you’ve never really seen each other as more than roommates—friends, at best, on the rare days he’s sane enough not to say something that makes him sound like a pervert or a full-blown psychopath.
“gagging already? it’s not even halfway, babe—come on, suck it like you mean it.”
who would’ve thought—five bottles of soju, a lost bet, and some pent-up tension later, and now you’re on your knees in the living room, eyes glassy, throat burning, and hands gripping his thighs like a lifeline.
he leans back against the couch, breath shallow, face flushed from both alcohol and the heat of it all. one hand rests lazily on your head, fingers weaving into your hair like he’s done this a thousand times, even though you both know this is new territory.
“shit,” he mutters, jaw slackening as he watches you struggle to take more. “you look so fucking good like that. eyes all watery, mouth stretched—fuck.”
you glare up at him the best you can with your lips around him, cheeks flushed from effort, shame, and a little bit of pride.
he laughs, low and tipsy, running a thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.
“y’know,” he drawls, slurring slightly, “i’ve seen your ass like—what, a hundred times? ‘s always when you're bending over for snacks or dropping your phone like a klutz—never thought i'd actually have you like this.”
he hisses when your tongue flicks just right.
“don’t give me attitude now,” he grins, breath stuttering. “you’re the one who got all cocky about losing. said you could take anything.”
you try to pull back—barely an inch—and he gently presses your head forward again.
“nah-uh. you’re already here, sweetheart,” he hums, voice warm with drunken satisfaction. “might as well prove it.”
your head swims, pulse thudding in your ears. you're both too tipsy for this to make sense—but not drunk enough to stop.
and from the way his grip tightens, his mouth slackens, and his words start to slur into near-groans, one thing’s painfully clear:
he’s enjoying the hell out of this—and he’s oh, so close.
you feel it the moment his body tenses—hips stuttering, breath catching in his throat like he’s trying not to fall apart right there. a low, broken groan spills from his mouth as he presses deeper, hand fisting in your hair.
“fuck—shit, shit—there, there—stay just like that,” he pants, voice wrecked as he finally cums, warm and sudden down your throat, making you choke on the sheer force of it.
you pull back with a gasp, coughing hard, strings of it slipping from your lips as you collapse onto the floor, one hand bracing yourself, the other shaking slightly.
your lungs burn. your throat’s a mess. your eyes sting from tears.
“hyuk—” you croak, barely able to speak, still half-gagging, half-breathless.
you don’t even get the chance to spit.
because he’s already on you.
he drops to his knees in front of you, messy hair, flushed face.
“fuck,” he breathes out, looking at you like you’re the most sinful, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
you flinch in surprise, but he holds your jaw, deepening it like he means it, groaning against your lips like he’s addicted.
“you’re fucking insane,” you whisper, dazed, eyes fluttering open as he finally pulls back—only a breath away.
his grin is lazy, cocky, dangerous.
“you think i’m gonna waste a taste of me on the floor?” he smirks, wiping the corner of your lip with his thumb before licking it clean. “nah. i earned that.”
you blink, still coughing a little, still half-slumped on the carpet, and he’s already shifting—pulling you into his lap, hands roaming like he can’t stop touching.
“you good?” he asks, voice lower now, head tilting to study you. “need water? or are you gonna let me fuck you properly now?”
you stare at him.
“hyuk.”
“what?” he grins. “you said you were down bad. this counts.”
synopsis. wooin uses his birthday privileges on you
content. MDNI. heavy smut, established rs, (really bad) dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), riding, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n. umm i dont rlly have anything to say lol. happy belated bday wooin ♡
being the birthday boy meant having birthday privileges, at least that was what came out of wooin’s mouth when you asked him about his birthday.
“you know, you should totally let me do whatever i want for the next 24 hours.”
“you sound like a child, woo.” you retorted, snuggling closer to him as he pulled you closer beside him. his arm draped over your shoulders, squishing the flesh of your arm lazily.
nights with him were always peaceful, not until the two of you found yourselves entangled in each other's bodies—desperately seeking for contact—but that was for another day, right?
moments later, your boyfriend would be turning older. his birthday should be a special occasion, not just spent like every other day of the year.
as the clock struck midnight, his phone immediately lit up with two notifications coming in from the sabbath crew groupchat.
you peek from your side, watching him reply to his birthday messages from joker and hyuk like it was nothing. you’ve met the two before; they were intimidating but still had their manners, especially the blue-haired guy.
to see them remember your boyfriend’s birthday warmed your heart, it goes to show how close the three are. however, that’s all he received at the moment, nothing else.
as wooin placed his phone on the nightstand, he turned to face you, holding your face like you were his prized possession.
“baby, guess what day it is.”
you sighed into a soft laughter, smiling as you wished, “happy birthday, you dummy.”
he cracked into a smirk before he closed in on you, guiding your face into a soft kiss that turned hungry within fractions of a second.
his lips moved with intent as his hand snaked from your jawline down your chest, touching you with ease. you pulled away first, catching your breath between your shiny lips.
he admired your flushed face, his eyes zeroing into the way your lips parted; swollen and wanting more.
“will you grant me my birthday wish tonight?” he asked, standing up from the bed as he removed his shirt.
you loved his body, a shame he always hid it under baggy clothes, but that meant it was for your eyes only.
“what do you wish for?” you watched as he approached you, spreading your legs open effortlessly before smacking your ass playfully.
“i wanna eat this cake right here.”
he said it like he meant business, but you bursted out laughing at his words.
“you’re ruining the mood, idiot.” you replied in between your laughs, wiping off the stray tear from your eye.
“come on, i’m serious. ‘wanna devour that, devour you.”
he stroked your inner thigh, his fingers making their way beneath your sleep shorts to meet your panties.
“is that seriously your wish? we do it almost… everytime we meet.”
“but it’s different. it’s my birthday, remember?”
he removed your shorts smoothly, tossing it onto the floor as his eyes caught the wet spot that formed on your panties.
“didn’t you say i ruined the mood? what’s this then, hm?”
his index pressed against the spot, rubbing it teasingly as the fabric dampens even more from his touch.
“shut up and just get on with it…”
“my pleasure.”
he tugged your panties down and hooked your legs over his shoulders, dipping his head down onto your slick core.
your boyfriend may not have a way with words, but fuck, he certainly puts that mouth to good use.
the way his split tongue danced across your clit drove you insane, making your thighs quiver in surrender. not to mention his damned tongue piercing; the steel ball brushed just nicely in your walls, eliciting soft moans of pleasure.
it felt rushed, desperate, eager, and you came before you knew it. after giving your pussy a few—almost reverent—licks after your first orgasm (of the night), he tugged you closer, his hands grabbing on your soft thighs.
he pressed his erection against your pussy deliberately, grinding his hips playfully as he spoke. “baby, i wanna see you ride me.”
you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, your orgasm almost putting you to sleep.
“tired already? it’s only been ten minutes.” he smirked, removing his boxers to reveal his painful hard-on.
“can’t you just fuck me normally?”
“aww, but it’s my birthday.”
you groaned internally, sitting up on the bed as you watched him lean against the headboard. he pat his thighs teasingly, as if you were a dog that was asked to sit.
and so, you did, rightfully on his lap.
your pussy lined against his cock, his leaking tip brushing over your clit. “no condom?”
“you already know what my answer is, baby.”
“you’re annoying.”
“and you love it.”
he grabbed your ass (or cake) as he watched you sink down onto his cock, the familiar warmth immediately earning a low breath from him.
“move, baby. i’m trying my best not to fuck you stupid right now.”
you listened, pawing his abs as you moved up and down on him. you bit your lip, the stretch and the way his tip hit your insides rendered you speechless.
“oh fuck- baby, you’re doing so well for me.” his eyes never left your body, watching his cock disappear into your pussy at a consistent pace.
his hands traveled onto your tits, lifting your shirt up and teasing them both. you finally caved in, moaning out loud as he latched his mouth onto your nipple, biting the sensitive flesh before sucking and rolling his tongue on it.
your hips moved faster in a frenzy, chasing the warmth and arousal that pooled within you. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him as you grinded on him with a cry.
“haah, ‘gonna come–!”
“come for me, baby. shit– you’re perfect.”
you rested your head against his shoulder, moving your hips in desperation as you chased your orgasm.
with a loud, choked whimper, your body stilled, your pussy squeezing his cock through your orgasm. for a moment, he gave you a breather, petting down your soft hair before whispering in your ear,
“i’m not done yet, though.”
immediately, his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against your back, smirking at your startled expression. he began to thrust up, finally moving to satisfy himself as he cursed softly.
“fuck– so tight f’me, huh?” he watched as your tits bounced through your tank top before paying attention to your overwhelmed face.
and fuck, that spurred him on.
he moved with urgency yet precision, hitting your sweet spot painfully good. your words became incoherent, reduced to moans and whimpers that fell sweetly on his ears.
your pussy clenched again, impending a third orgasm that he immediately clocked onto as he used his free hand to rub your clit. you leaned forward, trying to escape his touch, but it resulted in a bearhug instead as he bounced you on his cock.
“gonna come inside you– fuck, baby.”
in hurried thrusts and deep groans, his cum shot into your walls, creaming your pussy white and slick.
he moved slower with each passing second before pulling out of you, catching his own breath. you collapsed onto the bed, your body shivering as you felt his cum drip out of your pussy.
your hands covered your eyes, but he pried them away slowly before meeting your lips in a soft, appreciative kiss.
“let’s take a bath together, yeah?” he suggested, and you nodded with a small smile.
“don’t wanna wash my icing off this cake though…”
you covered your face in feigned annoyance, hiding your uncontrollable smile beneath your hands. “just shut up and carry me to the bathroom already.”
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