august 30!

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[gyubinsgirlfriend]

when his voice is so sweet but ur so used to praise so u ask him to be meaner, rougher, but the teasing gets too much and accidentally hurts ur feelings so u start sobbing in the middle of it and his heart genuinely crushes at the sight so he immediately wraps his arms arnd u, and kisses and apologises nonstop🤪👅👅😍😍😍😍

[mlemiie]

Clingy out of nowhere (drabbles)

- ❝you don’t usually initiate touch and intimacy, and you certainly aren’t the clingy type. until today that is. And he’s caught off guard.❞

⤷ Pt 1 જ⁀➴ ⤷ Pt 2 જ⁀➴

˚₊‧꒰ა Tags ໒꒱ ‧₊˚: fluff, sweet like a cupcake, suggestive themes; SFW. Reader is she/her 𓂃۶ৎ wc: 400 per seperate fic (roughly)

₊˚ʚ Characters/status: Sabo, Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon", Buggy the Clown, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Aokiji Kuzan (established relationship ˖ ໒꒱)

❝ ᝰ.ᐟ note: requested part 3 with Buggy and Cora is finally here, sorry for the wait >.<' ❞

Sabo 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Sabo was training alone, just some simple combat moves — shirtless and sweaty. Blonde hair sticking to his face as he moves across the field.

He was heaving at the end of it, wiping his chin, and just when his little break was over, he spots you from the corner of his eye.

Sabo instantly brightens up at the sight of you, grinning and hand going up to wave you over but before he knew it—you were already half way closer, and when he blinks—you’re plunging into his chest.

Arms slung over his shoulders, as you practically anchor him into an embrace.

He didn’t even have the chance to comprehend the gesture before he feels your lips on his neck.

Making him flinch, grabbing onto your shoulders and just stares at you dumbfounded.

“Woah now, what’s all this? You okay—”

You blink. Then you tiptoe up and kiss his cheek.

Sabo doesn’t move. He just shuts up as you grab his face, kiss the corner of his lip, chin, jaw, his brows and eyelids—everywhere and anywhere, you attack him with your kisses.

Lipstick marks all over his face.

And he just stares like an idiot when you finish.

Your face all shy and grinning, grabbing his hands into yours, bringing them to your chest.

“Sabo.”

“Y-yeah..?”

He just keeps staring, neck going red.

“Don’t you want to kiss me back?”

Sabo blinks. Lips parting. “I—”

What is going? Did someone take over your body? And why are you extra pretty today? Something isn’t right here, but that spare second of assessment, that delay in an answer makes you frown. Letting go of his hands, moving away.

“Too late. I’m out. Have fun training alone, buddy—”

He catches your wrist, and hauls you right back in.

Hands going on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him.

Your legs all intertwined, your chests pressed into one another as he makes you look at him.

He leans in, just enough to catch the warmth of his breath on your face, his forehead grazing yours. And your cheeks burn at the sight of him.

He’s grinning sly and mean—and when Sabo gets like that—you can’t help but go completely dumb in the head.

“Want me to kiss you? Yeah? If you want it so badly then tell me why you’re all clingy today.” His lips inches near yours, but they never land—and you feel how he squeezes you up into him by the ass.

You tiptoe in for the kiss but Sabo keeps moving away, not fully, but just enough to tease.

“Sabo—”

“Tell me.”

And you hitch your breath when you feel his crotch.

What a mean jerk.

You pout. “Cause’ I missed you, that’s all.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

And he smiles, all boyish and teasing.

“I missed’ you too.” And he’ll show you that, by pressing his mouth onto yours, lips mushing into one another and you smile into it.

He has one hand on your back, the other in your hair. Tilting you deeper into kiss.

Congrats. You’re not leaving the training grounds any time soon.

Donquixote Rosinante "Corazon" 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Corazon was sizzling some veggies by the stove. Pink apron tied around his waist as he fixes today’s dinner for both of you.

And he hears the kitchen door creak open.

“Soon love, I’ll just sauté these and then dinner will be—”

You wrap your arms around his waist, lean your face against his spine.

And he halts.

Breath caught in his ribs as he watches the vegetables turn toast.

“Er…” Corazon looks over his shoulder, where he’ll find you rubbing your cheek against his back. Small and little compared to him.

“Is everythin’ okay? Did something happen—”

You press your face harder against him and he turns rigid. Back arching.

He turns the stove off.

Slowly, awkwardly, he goes to face you and you just leech right back onto him. Face buried into his abs, taking in the scent of him.

You look up, face all mushed into him and he turns bright pink at the sight of your face.

Damn. Okay. You’re pretty, too pretty.

It’s turning him stupid.

“Cora…” You mumble out, fisting his shirt.

“Y-yeah? What is it gorgeous?”

“Why aren’t you touching me?”

And he blinks. He didn’t even notice it but his hands are hovering above your hips.

Too flustered to know where to place them.

“Y-you want me too—?”

You frown. And he presses his lips, swallowing.

What a stupid question.

Of course you want him to touch you.

Corazon places his large hands on your hips, and you press yourself closer to him.

His thigh going inbetween yours and you hear him hold in a whine when you kiss chest, lean your cheek against his ribs.

“Is it okay if we eat later? I want to feel you just a bit longer.”

At that, his shoulders slumps.

Chuckling just a little, before easing into you.

“Yes. Anything you want, my gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

Buggy the Clown 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

The so called Genius Jester is slumped over his sofa, circling his wine goblet as he grumbles, “Stupid-crocodile-smug-looking-bastard” (or something to that affect) and that’s how you’ll find him.

He doesn’t shift his head, just from your footsteps alone he knows it’s his gorgeous, majestic, piece of honeycakes walking in.

And he thinks you’re here to scold him too, his chin sinking.

“If you’re here to to call me dumb and lazy and annoying as well, then I—”

Your steps are fast, hard—plunging against the floor boards as you cast yourself over his shoulders. Face pressed into his spine and Buggy, freezes.

You snuggle your face in between his shoulder blades.

Rubbing. Pressing.

Taking in his scent… he smells like cake. And sprinkles. And just a little bit of canon fodder.

You want more of it, more of him.

And Buggy blinks. Twice. Before glancing to you.

“Er… did I…. uh… Is this a test?… Are you mad—”

“Buggy.” You hum, your voice hot against his spine, and just when he’s about to answer, do you kiss his back. Trailing kisses all over him and you feel a shiver running down his skin before you make it to the nape of his neck.

Your breath warm, turning him flushed. “I missed you Bug’, I missed you so much.”

He flinches. Breath caught.

Is this a seduction tactic? Or a trap? Whatever it is, it’s making him go stupidly red, face steaming even.

You lean in from behind, your lips skimming over his earlobe.

“Do you miss me, Buggy?”

“I…Uh…. I— yeah! I mean, of course I do!” He stammers out, shifting his head to you, his red nose grazing yours, meeting your smile. And he combusts.

Melting like an ice cone in desert heat.

“B-but where is this coming from, gem? You’re suddenly all over me—WHICH I LOVE—but erm… y’know.”

You only hum in response, manoeuvring into the sofa, and in between his legs. Nestling yourself right above his lap, face into his neck.

“I just want to be near you, just this once, please?”

His throat is flaring fire against your cheek, you even hear his heart drum from underneath.

And you resist not teasing him for it.

Instead you grab onto his chest, fisting his clothes and relax into his warmth.

And slowly, carefully, his hands makes it to your back, pressing you closer to him.

Placing his chin above your head.

“Sure….I wouldn’t mind if you missed me more often gem.” He mumbles, and you kiss his neck. Just a little.

Yeah, this is going to be a loooong night for both of you.

Eustass "Captain" Kid 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kid was polishing up some gear — adjusting, fixing, and screwdriver in hand.

That’s how you will find him, cross legged and posture bent.

He doesn’t even turn to face you when he hears you trudge inside.

“Tch, better not be here to nag about snacks, cause I ain’t budgin’ till I got this fixed—” he freezes, screwdriver screeching against metal when he feels your chest slumped over his enormous back. He’s rigid beneath you. Hard. Stiff. As if unable to breathe.

And you lean your cheek against his shoulder blade, hands travelling up his chest—feeling him, touching and caressing him. His warmth radiating into your chest, and you cling onto him harder.

“Oi.”

You nestle your face into his back.

“Oi.”

You rub your cheek against him.

“Oi…”

You place a kiss on the back of his biceps and he flinches, snapping his gaze onto you.

Face burning, cheeks all pink and flustered and you try not to laugh.

“What’s gotten into ya!?” He practically yells out, “You think you’re going to get snacks by actin’ like a little kitten; you’re wrong—”

You lean in, and shut him up with a kiss on the cheek.

And that’s what you do.

You kiss, kiss, kiss and kiss him all over the face until you’ve stunned the vocab out of him.

Your hands are still pressed on his pecs, breasts still pushed against his spine and he goes completely steam red.

“Baby,” you hum and your voice is low, almost pleading, and it makes him tense. Warmth forming up his chest. “I missed you. I missed you so much today.” You bury your cheek against his sturdy shoulder, eyes closing. “I want to be near you, is that okay?” You look up, “Or are you too busy?”

And your angry oversized tomato just stares, teeth gritted and cheeks all flushed. His ears too.

Kid clicks his tongue, “Whatever. Do as you please.”

He says that, but his posture eases, shoulders slumps and his heart beating a little bit too fast for his liking.

He won’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind it if you missed him a little bit more often.

Aokiji Kuzan 𓏲 ࣪˖♡𓂃

Kuzan was napping.

Snoring on the sofa to be exact.

It was dead in the night when you tiptoed in. Blanket wrapped around you like a warm fuzzy burrito, in search for cuddles.

“Kuzan?”

No response. Just a snore. And you inch near.

He has a sleep mask on, and his hands are folded over his chest. Chest going up… then down.

You press your lips, manoeuvring above him. Placing your ear where his heart sits, and when you sink your weight into him, only then do you hear the snoot bubble pop.

Hand going to his sleep mask, making a small gap with his thumb to take a peek and when he sees you? He blinks himself awake.

“Oh?” Kuzan tries to sit himself up but when you lock your thigh around his waist, tight, firm—does he freeze. “This is a first.”

you hum. “Go back to sleep.” And you rub your face into his chest. “I like this spot.”

A sweat droplets makes it to his cheek, a corner of his lip turning up. His large hand placing it above your hair. Slow, faint, as if careful to not provoke your change of mind.

“Everythin’ alright? Nothing’s buggin you?”

You shake your head, looking up to him.

Face all shy and mischievous, making him tense.

And when you lean in, crawling up his abdomen, the grinding of each others bodies forces him still, hands hovering above your ribs as you come closer. Placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Just for tonight, Kuzan’, just for tonight—so enjoy it.” There is a giggle in your tone, a tease almost, and you sink back down. Head nested in the crook of his neck and Kuzan lets out a scoff.

Easing back into the sofa, larger hands landing on your back.

Bringing you close.

“Since you insist then,” he cups your head. His finger drawing slow, faint caresses over your back. Kissing the top of your head. “don’t mind me.”

You two lay like that till morning comes, calm, safe — lousing. And maybe, just maybe, when his most lonesome hours hits—he’ll think of this moment, of you, and the warmth of your chest.

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[gyubinsgirlfriend]

corazon😭🥺🥺🥺

[the-strawhats-scribe]

ace boyfriend headcanons

a/n: live, love, laugh flustered ace

warning: slight suggestiveness at the end, kinda?

♡ loves going on long walks with you

♡ similar to Luffy, he enjoys sharing his food with you just to see your face light up with delight

♡ takes you to all kinds of different restaurants and bakeries so you can taste test them together

♡ very very clingy! though he tries to be subtle about how much he needs to be around you, he always ends up failing, and begging for your attention with wide pleading eyes, and pouting lips

♡ enjoys eating spicy foods, and always always asks if you want to add spices to yours whatever it is you're eating

♡ loves resting his head in your lap, especially when you start playing with his hair, he can't help but hum in pleasure

♡ hates when you're mad at him, he tries giving you space, but always ends up apologizing almost immediately, he can't stand being the reason you're smile left

♡ loves when he gets to watch you get ready in your room, especially when you put on your lipstick - the way smoothly apply the shade to your lips just blows his mind

♡ that, and the fact that whenever you apply your lipstick he knows he's going to end up covered in kisses some time soon

♡ so he just sits there, legs crossed on the floor, looking up at you with a sly grin and sparkling eyes

♡ to which you always you side-eye him, falling into a familiar routine of pointless banter, as you ask

♡ "what're you waiting for?"

♡ to which he gives you that iconic grin of his, the one that's carefree and warm as he leans back on his hands, and replies

♡ "for my pretty girlfriend to finish applying that lipstick of hers so i can kiss her stupid"

♡ you raise your brow,

♡ "that so" placing your lipstick back on the stand, you leaned down, so close that your lips we're practically already touching

♡ as you expected his face turned a vibrant red, flickers of embers and sparks danced around you both as he let out an embarrassed cough, eyes flickering in every direction but yours

♡ placing your finger under his chin, you drag it slowly towards the red-beaded strap that hung limply above his collar bone, you allow a sly smile to make its way across your face as you watched sweat stream down his face, adams apple bobbing nervously as he allowed you to pull him closer and press your lips against his

♡ it was soft, warm, and needy...and it ended way to quick

♡ "Wha-" ace mumbled, but was cut short as you presumed to cover his face in kisses

♡ Next thing you know ace is on the floor staring at the ceiling in a daze, his face slowly beginning to cool off after he had accidentally burst into flames mid-kiss

♡ which has happened far more time than you can count

♡ you offer to help him clean the lipstick off how face but he quickly shakes his head

♡ "I think I'll keep it a little longer... "

♡ you laugh, smiling teasingly as you say

♡ "do you at least want help with that"

♡ you point to his arm, which had engulfed itself in flames

♡ "Yes...please! "

a/n pt 2: this was written on my phone, using my data cause the dang WiFi just had to cut out 😭. Dont attack me for how bad/OOC this might be. Sure at least 70% of it is a scenario and not headcanons, but that's fine... Right?

[strawberrychansora]

ace gets so lost in the heat of the moment that his narcolepsy kicks in mid-kiss.

the air in ace's cabin on the moby dick is thick and heavy, the wood of the walls still holding onto the midday sun, but it’s nothing compared to the heat radiating off of him. he’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, completely shirtless, and his skin feels like a literal hearth. as you straddle his lap, your hands slide over his shoulders, tracing the hard, defined lines of his deltoids and the way his muscles ripple with even the smallest movement. his body is a map of strength—the firm, washboard texture of his abs pressing against you, and the sharp dip of his hip bones that feel like they were carved out of marble.

you’re deep into it, your lips locked with his in a slow, messy rhythm that makes your head spin. his hands are firm on your waist, his thumbs grazing your skin, and for a second, the world is just the taste of him and the low, steady thrum of the ship’s engines. but then, you feel his movements start to lag. his weight becomes a little heavier against you, his breathing slowing from a heavy pant to a deep, rhythmic puff. his head tips forward, his forehead coming to rest against your collarbone, and the kissing just… stops.

"ace? baby ace?" you whisper, a little breathless, your fingers tangling in his dark, messy hair to tilt his head back.

he jolts, his eyes snapping open with a confused, dazed look before he realizes where he is. a dusty, faint blush creeps up his cheeks, settling right under those familiar freckles. he lets out a sheepish, low-throated chuckle that vibrates through his chest and into yours.

"sorry," he grins, his teeth white against his tanned skin as he rubs the back of his neck. "old habits, i guess. usually happens when i’m eating something good, but i think i just got too comfortable with you."

he doesn't let you pull away, though. his eyes darken, filled with a sudden, intense heat that has nothing to do with his devil fruit. his large, calloused hands slide down from your waist, his palms warm and rough as they firmly cup your ass, pulling you flush against him until there's no space left at all. you can feel the raw power in his frame, the solidness of his chest against yours, and the way his skin seems to hum with a feverish, addictive glow.

"now, where were we?" he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave as he leans back in, his lips catching yours in a kiss that’s much more intentional this time, searing and deep, promising to stay awake for every single second of it.

op.mlist divider by @pixopix

[corysclub]

cory is thinking about... leehan having a mommy kink ݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆

inspired by an ask i received on april 21st <𝟑 .ᐟ

the first time something other than your name slipped out during sex, you paused completely.

"mm-mph! fuck- mommy-"

the moment you stopped, leehan instantly felt a pit of guilt in his stomach. you and him talked through every decision together, especially when it came to trying new things in bed.

it was good for both of you, since the pair of you had always struggled with immediate change. plus, who could ever deny that communication was a good thing?

"s-sorry, i shouldn't- i should've-"

his breathing was still strained, limbs shaking from the sensual activities the two of you had been participating in just moments prior. The feeling of your wetness still subconsciously clenching around his length wasn't helping, either.

you slapped your hand over his blabbering mouth, making his eyes widen-- "say it again."

your hand slowly lifted from his face, and he felt his adam's apple bob in his throat before speaking, "please ride me, m-mommy."

electricity shot up core and need sparked through your entire body as his shaky voice rang out. the thick smell of sweat and amber incense filling your lungs as your sank back down on his lap.

he whined, hips bucking upwards to fill you up as much as possible. you continued to lift yourself up and down, enjoying the burn taking over your muscles everytime you did so.

"f-fuck, mom-mommy--"

"c'mon baby, c-cum for your mommy." you encouraged, humming contently as he let out a high-pitch whine. his head tilted upwards as he neared his release, the rhythmic thumping as your bodies moved in unison; you were sure the two of you would be receiving yet another noise compliant soon... but that was a problem from tomorrow.

"c-close, close close close!" leehan's lashes were wet with tears as his heart quickened, "say please." you said firmly, making eye contact with your nearly-fucked out lover.

"please, please let me-" he let out a sharp whine as he felt himself grow closer and closer to spilling inside of you, "m-mommy, please let me cum!"

you ran a hand through his red hair as you gave him permission, gasping as you began to fill his warm seed ooze out, filling your insides with a comfortable warmth that only turned you on more.

"good boy, fuck, you're such a good boy for mommy." you praised as you regained control of your breathing, not caring to wait until leehan had done the same before letting your pace grow sloppy as you chased your own orgasm.

he let out a soft, surprised cry as you rode him at your own desired speed-- practically fucking him into the mattress until you reached your release.

you collapsed next to him in bed, his legs still shaking from being used.

"you're calling me that every time we have sex." you breathed, gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment. leehan's eyes widened with excitement as he nodded, happy to do whatever his mommy asked of him.

cory speak ! : i've come to the realization that i only post when i'm really depressed/anxious.... don't know what that says about me but what i do know is i <3 being a freak !!

[ilysungho]

contains: reader x taesan (but not really?), somno, dubcon?, fingering, grinding on fingers

sometimes, all you need is his hand to help you. and he knows that, so he lets you use it—even when he’s not awake.

you can’t help it when his fingers look so pretty, the kind of ones that pull out an orgasm from within you before the actual sex even occurs. chipped nail polish on his nails also show more of him, and it drives you to the edge every time you feel them even glide over your skin, the color’s edges feeling prominent against you.

you mutter out his name, a soft “taesan” spilling out of your lips, just so you could see whether he was awake and could help you with your needs. but he’s sound asleep, eyes shut tight as you’re hoping he’s dreaming of you both even as he’s far from reality.

the reality? it’s you taking his hand and guiding it right down to your panties, the soft pad of his index finger brushing on your clit with your help. you bite your inner lip, aching to feel more while trying to keep your sounds low. he’s sleeping so soundly, and you wanted him to stay that way—unless he was to awake on his own and take over. you wouldn’t mind that.

but still, you can’t help the soft gasps escape your lips as you made him touch you more and harder, eventually slipping his and your hands under to directly do so. he faced you as this whole interaction occurred, your own face inching up to kiss him yet not really doing so because you know for sure that that would definitely wake him up.

short curses followed as his (with your guidance) finger slid into your hole so easily. you pulled it in and out of you a couple times before positioning the middle finger to also get wet enough to slip into you before you began grinding.

soft squelches and labored breaths—the two things that screamed how it is a quiet moment to exist in. and despite him sleeping right next to you, his fingers provided more relief than you alone could’ve done so you could get off to the very person’s hands you’re using to do so.

[biellescouts]

lessons in play

park jisung x f!reader

a/n; i need him so bad it’s not even funny

summary: when the kissing lesson lowkey gives you a bonerrrrr.. omggg…

cw: reader has curls, cheap ass couch, reader is evidently more experienced than ji, smut — kinda subby!ji, dry humping, reader gets called mommy by accident.., ji cums in his pants. oops!

<- previous part

the clock read 11:14 at night and jisung’s eyes burnt holes into the ceiling. the broken springs in the couch made his back ache. no matter how hard he tried to get you and your soft, plush lips out of his mind, he couldn’t. and you being laid on top of him only made it that much harder.

after he had valiantly fought over the wall of awkwardness left behind by your kissing lesson, you and jisung had decided to watch a movie; of your choice obviously.

the movie you chose was of absolutely no interest to him. something about two guys frantically trying to get laid before college? gross.

but in requesting this movie, when you nestled between his mandspread legs and laid your head against his chest in efforts to ‘get more comfortable,’ he lost all grounds to complain.

your voice interrupted the low volume dialogue on the tv. “ji?”

he hummed in response.

“you asleep?”

“nope.”

“you enjoying the movie?”

“nope.”

you turned abruptly in shock, “huh??” now face to face with him, “it’s superbad, this is like.. the best movie.”

jisung felt his heart grow warm at the sight of your pout and the corners of his mouth threatened to raise. the gentle light of the tv on your face made you look so real to him. like something different than usual.

“i don’t know,” his purred, just above a whisper as his eyes scanned over your face, “i’m just bored of it, i guess.”

“well, go to bed then. and i’ll just go home.”

jisung immediately sat up straight, almost knocking you off of the couch. “what no!”

your eyes widened slightly at his reaction.

jisung started to ramble, “i mean, like. no, i’m not tired. i just don’t really fuck with superbad. i don’t know.”

you soothed your hand over your ear before laying back down on him, “riiiigghttt. so it’s not that you don’t want me to go home? pretty rude.”

jisung’s chest shook gently under you with laughter. “no, that too, obviously.”

you rolled your eyes before lifting your head once again to rub your ear. the sound of jisung’s heartbeat was somewhat soothing at first but it seemed to have gotten louder in the last couple minutes. your eardrums were crying out.

“jisungie, if you’re not at all entertained by this movie, why is your heart palpitating directly into my ear? you got the hots for mclovin?”

“hm?”

you sat up fully. “nothing. you’re acting weird.”

jisung felt heat rise under the surface of his skin, “whatareyoutalkingabout?”

you squinted at him. “is this because we kissed?”

you were met with silence and a blank stare and immediately curled in on yourself, “aw shit, dude…”

jisung was involuntarily unresponsive as you backed away further — as far as you could without falling off the couch. his lips were moving like he wanted to reassure you so badly but nothing was coming out of him.

“jisung, im sorry, wanted to help, i-i didn’t—

“no, no, don’t freak out,” he reached out to grab one of your arms.

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—

jisung grabbed onto your other arm to try and bring you back to him on the couch, “waitt,” he was trying not to laugh. mean ass.

“and then i went and laid on your chest, like.. i feel like a creep.”

jisung finally succeeded in bringing you back to him and wrapped his arms fully around you. he spoke, muffled, into the thickness of your curls,

“you’re not a creep. don’t be dumb.”

limply, you let your chin fall onto his chest.

“i just.. have a lot of thoughts right now. i’m not trying to be awkward.” his hands soothingly rubbed your back and you sighed. “swear.”

unfortunately,, you couldn’t find it in yourself not to interrupt this heartfelt moment. “wow, ji, you’re so.. boyfriend coded, sometimes.” it was now you going to rub his back. but he swiftly jolted away,

“what??!”

“i feel so cared for.” you gazed up at him playfully and his face scrunched up.

“you don’t have to be a boyfriend to care for someone, yknow. what does that even mean.”

jisung’s eyes darted all over the room. the door, the window; as if he was looking for escape routes. probably because if you looked directly into his eyes for long enough, you’d realise how into you he truly is.

you shrugged, “i don’t know. i caught a vibe. or something.”

“you caught a vibe?” the cringe was visible on his face, even in the dimly lit room.

“i was feeling something! i don’t know.”

all he could do was laugh in your face. and when the laughter died down. you remained staring at each other in the silence you left. for what seemed like forever, you stared. you wished you could hear what he was thinking, because the longer you settled in silence, the rosier his cheeks appeared in the dark. cross-legged and facing each other, you felt your bodies leaning.

strangely enough, you didn’t notice the seemingly magnetic pull between you until you felt jisung’s lips against yours.

your body didn’t allow you the time to question what was going on before you could card your fingers through his hair, while his big hands found their way to your waist, dragging upwards so his thumbs could rub at your bare skin.

no different from you, jisung had no idea how he had found himself to get so lucky. but what he did know, was what you taught him.

one of the hands from your waist moved to your jaw and tilted your head slightly. his tongue ran over the expanse of your bottom lip; a silent request that you allow him access. you granted his request and a soft moan rose out of him.

you had pulled away to try and tease him but his hand at the back of your neck pulled you back, just for him to peck your lips,

“you have to use your tongue,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “so that i can copy you.. and know that i’m doing it right…”

your eyelids fluttered at his words before he went it to kiss you once again. you brushed your tongue against his, eliciting another moan from him as his hands squeezed at your sides. you wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled into his lap.

“jisungie, i didn’t think you’d be this vocal. i guess i should have, but i just didn’t.” you breathed out.

jisung passed a weak attempt at laughing your comment off. but his body betrayed him, his hips stuttered upwards into you.

“mmph— shit, i’m sorry. sorry, y/n.” he braced his hand against your thigh, leaning back on the other one and you whined at the friction.

wordlessly, you rocked your hips down over his and he groaned into your neck. his breath was hard against your skin, making you shiver.

“please. keep doing that.” both his hands were now on your hips, “that feels so good.” he whimpered.

you hummed at him and harshly rolled your hips into his once again. you felt your eyes flutter closed and you wondered whether it was from the pleasure or due to the fact that you wanted nothing less than to become sentient at this moment and realise that.. this is kinda fuckin strange. who would have thought a kissing lesson would end up like this? huh.

his lips had since moved down to kiss at your neck, making you keen and throw your head back — a sight that almost knocked jisung clean out.

the fact that this time yesterday, he had never even kissed anyone, but now he had a girl on top of him was triggering some sort of system overload. not that he was some sort of sex pest that was overly well versed in masterbation, but he claimed to know how to hold his own, knew how to ‘prolong the experience.’

that being said, at this moment in time, he didn’t think he had ever felt this sensitive before. it was like he was back to square one. d1 virgin.

“ah— please, please..” jisung breathed into your neck as his hands subconsciously rose up to grope at your chest and he thrusted up into you, “y/n, you feel so good.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not even in me yet..”

the indirect promise that, eventually, he would get to fuck you, made his eyes roll back with a groan. just the thought of getting to slide himself into your warmth made heat prickle at the back of his neck. he groaned internally in pure embarrassment over the effect you had on him. he was getting close.

your hand stroked at his face. as much as you were enjoying the show of him writhing and whining under you, you needed to feel his lips on yours again.

“jisung, please kiss me again.”

and he wanted to give you that so badly. he also so badly wanted to not cum in his pants. not that he had any choice in the matter anyway.

“i-i want to.”

your brows furrowed, “ji.. you can. it’s okay.”

jisung groaned loudly, “ughh, fuck, okay. okay, okay, come here.” no point fighting it now.

one of his big hands moved from your breasts and reached up to your neck as he pressed both your lips together in a feverish kiss. desperately whines rose out of the back of his throat with each swipe of his tongue over yours. you had started to grind your hips harder and he swore he was going to die right then.

“ouu, fuckk,” he moved his face back to your neck, “i’m so close, ma- mmph.”

“you’re getting close?”

“m-mommy— fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

your legs involuntarily squeezed around his hips. the more outwardly submissive he got, the more frantic your movements became. like some sort of fucked up chain reaction.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, mommy, please.”

jisung’s breath picked up and you started to breathe heavier when his hips stuttered upwards into yours. his moans became louder and more irregular as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“i’m c-cumming.” he sighed into your chest followed by a lewd string of high pitched moans. his breath was shallow against your bare chest before he dropped his body backwards onto the couch, catching his breath with heavy lidded eyes. you followed, flopping your torso down onto his heaving chest.

you poked his arm, making him twitch, “are you awake.”

“mhm.” ji scrunched his eyes closed. he wished he wasn’t.

“did you call me ‘mommy’ just now?”

“mm.. no.”

your brows knit together, “huh, okay.”

his chest rose and fell in deep breaths under your head.

“park jisung, we have so much to talk about.”

he brought up a hand to massage his temple, “uh huh.” and it settled in that the trajectory of your friendship might just have been changed forever. oh well!

“and you didn’t make me finish, so the pussy eating lesson is next. mkay?”

“i got you.” he patted your back affirmatively.

a/n; well wasn’t that cute!

[gyubinsgirlfriend]

AAAAAAAAA 10/10 ENDING

[biellescouts]

teach me ?

park jisung x f!reader

a/n; fine nerds will be the death of us all…

cw: kissing, reader is like?? more experienced than him. idk

summary: ur best friend still doesn’t know how to kiss… at the big 23… it’s immoral not to help him out

next part ->

you and jisung had known each other for entirely too long. you had met each other in middle school and became best friends by the mystical power of forced proximity; having been seated next to each other in homeroom from the start of the year, and this friendship had stuck it out ever since.

really you had been through thick and thin. he was with you through your parents divorce, you were with him through his pokémon phase that lasted way too long (bless his heart). it was practically an unspoken rule that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for each other. and that is how you found yourself trying to overcome, maybe your most interesting friendship obstacle yet.

“okay, are you lying, or you’re serious.“

jisung dropped his head into his hands and sighed. as close as the two of you were— this is so humiliating.

“why would i even want to lie about something like this. seriously.”

you brought two fingers to your lips to halt your laughter. it wasn’t even that you were laughing at him because you thought this was embarrassing for him. it was more disbelief than anything.

how can someone this handsome and this funny, never have kissed anyone, in his life.

“this is just a crazy thought for me, that’s all. i’m not laughing at you.”

“right. ‘cause i can see you laughing, but maybe i’m just crazy.” jisung squinted and tilted his head at you, accusingly.

“no, jisungie, stop,” you reached across from you to push his arm. “i’m just shocked. for starters, i swear you’ve had a girlfriend before…”

“yeah, that might be true.”

“in like, the last year of high school?”

“yeah, maybe.”

“ok, cut that out. what did you guys even do if you’ve never kissed anyone before?”

“uhh, yknow, like,” he scratched the back of his neck, “hold hands and cuddle. like the stuff you do in a relationship.”

“oh, ji, you angel.”

“don’t do that.”

“did she never even try to kiss you?”

jisung attempted to ruffle the stress out through his hair. this isn’t an interview, why was he nervous?

“yeah, i mean. she did. but i think i missed my cue..”

“jesus, ji.”

“i wouldn’t have known what i was doing! i didn’t wanna embarrass myself.”

“park jisung, how would you know what you’re doing if you’ve never done it before? riddle me that one.”

jisung stared at you blankly. then he started to laugh.

“oh, i never even thought of it like that. oh, jeez…” he ran a hand over his goofy face.

“now you’ll never know.” you shrugged at him, getting off the couch and walking into your dorm’s kitchen. “juice?”

jisung didn’t respond. the cogs turning in his brain were working overtime— you could practically see the steam rising off his head.

“guess not! look, ji, all you need to do is get invited to a party, find someone cute and kind and just, hope your first kiss isn’t completely—

“we should kiss.”

in the time it had taken you to pour a glass of apple juice, jisung had made it from the living room couch, to directly next to you, in complete silence. and now your apple juice was on the counter.

“shit, jisung, make a little noise when you approach someone!” you pushed at his chest and started to wipe up the juice. until it registered in your brain what he had just said. “wait what.”

“what?”

“you said we should kiss??”

“we should? i mean if you think it would help..” jisung laughed nervously.

“dude. is that not what you said..?”

jisung dropped his head down. “no, yeah, i mean. i just think like, you should teach me. like we should practice— i should practice.”

you looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of every sitcom you’ve ever watched. has this ever worked for anyone? has the outcome ever been good? you couldn’t remember.

“yeah, ok. let me put away this juice, that you ruined.” you teased.

jisung’s eyes widened. though he was the one to suggest something so crazy, the thought of you going along with it had never crossed his mind. for some reason.

“if you wanted to kiss me, what would you do?”

pfft. if he wanted to kiss you.

jisung’s face flushed. “what do you mean?”

“like, how would you initiate it? what would you do?”

“can i kiss you, please?”

your brows furrowed as you smiled at him.

“yknow what, that would most definitely work on me, but you have to be a little inconspicuous sometimes. ask me that again, without saying anything.“

“well, that’s just impossible.”

“ji… use body language.”

jisung pointed a confused expression at you.

“okay, how about this? i’ll pretend i’m you. take mental notes. ‘kay?”

jisung swallowed and nodded his head as you wordlessly walked towards him. you batted long lashes up at him before looking down at his lips momentarily, only to flick your eyes back up to his.

“i just asked you to kiss me. did you feel it?”

his face was hot. “i felt it.”

“now, the key thing there was eye contact. i held eye contact with you like, ‘i gotta tell you something,’ and i looked at your lips to say ‘it’s about kissing.’ you get?”

“mhm”

“now!” you patted both your hands onto his shoulders, “jisungie’s first kiss. it’s an honour, really.”

jisung sighed out a breathy laugh. he was nervous as fuck and if it wasn’t obvious by how stiff his shoulders were under your hands, it was definitely obvious now.

“you’re pretty tall so you’ll have to bend a little bit just,” you held his right hand, bringing it up to your neck and the other, placing it on the small of your back, “this is like standard hand placement, kinda. just dip your head and kiss me, ji.”

what a sentence, honestly.

you moved your hand to the back of his head to gently coax him a little closer to you until he finally found the confidence to catch your lips in a kiss. short but sweet. and to say it was his first kiss, he was a natural. uh oh!

“ji, that was really, very nice…” you blinked at him and he covered his face in embarrassment. “did you lie about that being your first?”

he scrambled to defend himself, “i swear, i swear it was! you— i just copied you.”

you hummed skeptically. “mm, okay, fast learner. this won’t take long.”

as ridiculous as it sounded in his head, why was he unhappy to hear that from you?

“i guess we can already move on to a real kiss. since that was like, the tip of the kissing iceberg.”

jisung raised a hand to his forehead, “kissing iceberg… yeah, ok.”

“so… lesson two. this time you gotta open your mouth juuust a little. are you scared?”

the peaks of jisung’s cheeks grew pink, “of course not.”

“good, confidence is key.” you moved your hand in a beckoning motion, “kiss me again like i taught you, ji.”

jisung leant down to kiss you again, now moving both hands to either side of your waist. you assumed that his feigned confidence was manifesting its way into his actions but in reality, he held you for his own stability.

you moved your lips against his in a soft and slow rhythm for a few seconds until you pulled away slightly to whisper,

“i’m gonna use my tongue now, don’t freak out.”

you could feel his hands shake against your body, “o-okay, sure.”

you tilted your head as you kissed him again, and as soon your tongue pushed past his lips, a soft moan rose from the back of his throat.

the sensation of your tongue against his made his cheeks turn a deep pink. you knew, and he knew that this was just a ‘lesson’ on how to kiss. yknow, to aide him in.. future endeavours. but with each soft sigh of yours into his mouth, he started to worry less about any of what’s to come and focus on you. your lips on his, your body— and so he pulled away.

“we should probably stop.” jisung put his hand on the back of his neck in efforts to cool it down somewhat. to no avail.

not that he’s a gentleman but he’s fighting for his life to stop the blood flow to his dick..

“you feel that you’ve learnt enough?” you smiled at him and he groaned internally.

he nodded and you patted his chest. “cool. you did good, ji.”

“t-thank you.”

a/n; part 2 coming when school stops trying to kill me 🤫

[angelflffy]

heeseung smut audio

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       sub top! hee , wet sounds , heavy moaning ,  groaning near the end

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    probably gonna post a jeongin ou felix audio next oke. if you seen my old acc then youll recognise this audio hehe

[gyuuchuuu]

nsfw audio // mdni

i love boys that get so whiny

[corysclub]

lee riwoo ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ audio

inexperienced!riwoo expressed some interest in public play to his much more experienced dom,,, so naturally you take him to a quiet park in the middle of the night to pump his cock until he's dumb <3

"shh bun, someone's gonna hear you..."

cory speak ! : riwoo audio so yummy 🤤

[gyubinsgirlfriend]

we are in a zb1 fanfic DROUGHT. FAMINE.

like ik we’re all dejected from the impending d-day but my sisters we must not let our creativity die🥺

[taesmj]

sit on his face and use his nose for my own pleasure? suck him off and stop whenever he's about to cum until he's shaking, face wet with tears, and his lips bitten red, voice high and whiny while begging for me to let him cum? possibilities are endless.

[littleleowon]

omg did ya see their recent pics 😭 sangwon has me on chokehold with his close up ones PLSSSSS 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐

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the close-ups are so fucking pretty but i have so much to unpack about these…

catching the little bunny off-guard when he was just playing on his phone, minding his own business. attacking him with tickles as he rolls on his stomach, pinning him down, caging him betwee both knees. and this little tease just keeps giggling with his ck-underwear peaking, lord send help 💔

[119anton]

venus

thinking about... anton who needs your tits in his mouth at all times

word count: 3.1k

content warning: fem reader, oral fixation, dry humping, breast play, p in v, unprotected sex, no real power play they're just teasing the fuck out of each other, begging, anton being a perv and desperate as FUCK, aftercare, anton drools a lot in this lol?

now playing: venus - dpr live

divider ©: saradika-graphics

i feel like it's common knowledge at this point that anton really, might actually have an oral fixation. i mean, have you seen how often he touches his lips and the many photocards of him having random stuff in his mouth? yeah. personally, i also think anton is a boob guy. he doesn't care whether they're small or big, boobs are boobs and he's probably just happy he gets to touch yours.

that combo, though? ugh.

your boyfriend is the kind of guy who loves to use your boobs as a pillow, nearly making them spill out of your shirt with how much he snuggles his face to them because he needs the skin to skin contact. anton's a goner when you bring one of your hands to the back of his head to play with his hair while the other caresses his bare back, needy whines coming from his mouth as he shifts on top of you. you can feel something pressing against the soft insides of your right thigh and it doesn't take long until anton starts humping his semi hard cock on you, his breath coming out shallow—which leads to his open mouth getting drool all over your shirt and breasts while his grip on your hip tightens to hold you in place.

"oh, fuck– oh, baby... mhm, you feel so fucking good," he barely manages to let the words out with how much he's moaning, the friction on his sensitive dick, the soft skin of your boobs under his cheek and the way your nails scratch his scalp just right, pulling his hair every so often when he grinds too hard onto you... it's all too much. anton feels like he could cum from just this, but he can't. he won't.

though his right arm stays under you to keep you place, his left hand hastily moves to your shirt, his actions nearly aggressive as he pulls it down and guides your nipple to his mouth. you giggle at how eager anton always gets when he wants to have you in his mouth, but it's quickly suppressed by a heavy sigh when you feel anton's tongue licking the underside of your boob before sucking on your nipple as if expecting something to come out, already feeling yourself getting wet from his ministrations. he keeps his hand on your right breast to angle it towards his mouth as he refuses to lift his head from your left one, all while he still humps your thigh, albeit more clumsily now.

you hiss when he pulls back from your boob after a particularly hard suck, and the cold air hitting your spit slicked nipple makes it even harder, much to anton's delight. "need you in my mouth all the time, fuck," he moans, this time lifting his head so he can lick the entirety of your breast before starting to suck on your nipple again. he moves so he's sitting back on his haunches, placing your legs on either side of his waist before pulling the other side of your shirt so both your tits are out.

the first few times anton fucked you, he always went straight to your boobs first, which led you to try and take off your shirt to make things easier for him. depending on the day, he either would either whine or groan, but anton never let you take if off during foreplay—in his sick, perverted mind, he gets off so bad on seeing you all fucked out under him, the wetness oozing out of your pussy staining your panties and your tits pressed together, all bitten and slick with his spit, spilling out of your shirt in a tight fit. anton groans at the sight, "my baby looks so fucking good for me... i love you so much, you're so fucking pretty."

you grab anton by his hair again, a loud moan coming out of his mouth as you pull him towards you. anton barely has time to place his forearm next to your head to brace himself before your lips are on his, kissing him sloppily just the way he likes. in this position, he can hump your pussy instead of your thigh, and that's exactly what he does. anton angles his hips so his hard cock can grind on your neglected clit, all while you're kissing the air out of him and his free hand plays with your boob, lightly squeezing it and pulling on your pebbled nipple. when you pull back, you can feel anton's dick twitch against your pussy and inside his pajama shorts as he watches the string of saliva that still connects your mouths, licking it before pressing another wet, fat kiss on your lips.

anton doesn't waste time getting back to your tits, though, pressing both of them together before alternating between licking and sucking each of them. you let out whiny moans, needing some stimulation on your slick, empty cunt again, so you use your legs that are still wrapped around his waist to pull anton closer to where you need, making his dick perfectly grind against your clit. you keep using your legs to basically get him to fuck you through your clothes, making the two of you whiny messes, letting out loud moans you're sure your neighbors are hearing.

you can feel anton lose his focus on your tits due to how good you're making his dick feel. he stopped sucking on your nipples to just having his open mouth around one of them as he moans uncontrollably, his spit leaking out of his mouth and making its way under your shirt. when anton feels like he's getting too close to cumming, he grips your hips so fucking tight to stop you it makes you whine. he moves to kiss you messily again, your tongues sliding against each other in a way that makes your pussy clench around nothing. he's breathless as he says against your lips "baby, please, let me fuck this pussy. god, fuck. wanna fuck you so bad, i love your fucking pussy." anton can feel his sanity slipping even further when you let out an airy laugh and say "yeah? you wanna put your big cock inside me? you need it, baby?"

anton nods eagerly, his hold on your hips getting impossibly tighter as he tries to stop himself from grinding down on you, knowing he's too close to cumming inside his shorts. "i need it so much, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock. best pussy i've ever fucked, please!" as much as you love having a man like anton—big, hot, insanely handsome—nearly crying as he begs to fuck you, you feel like you're two seconds away from absolutely losing it if you don't impale yourself on his dick. you push his shoulder slightly to get him off of you, telling him "sit up, baby" when he whines, thinking you're gonna leave him like this. when he sees you pulling your panties down, his eyes glint with a newfound desperation as he quickly discards his pajama shorts, moaning when the cool air hits his cock that's been drooling with precum from the moment you put your hands on his hair.

it takes all your might to focus on just telling anton to rest his back against the headboard and not lean down to put that perfect, twitching fat dick of his inside your mouth. you lick your lips as if you could already feel the taste of his skin and precum on your tongue, but you unfortunately have more pressing matters at the moment. as you lift one leg to straddle anton's lap, his left hand immediately finds your waist, finally tugging on the hem of your shirt to take it off of you. anton then pulls you flush against his chest as his other hand holds the base of his dick to slide his slick head against your folds, making you both sigh needily. before you can cuss him out for taking too long, he pushes your hips down in one swift motion, forcing a loud whine out of your throat as you feel your pussy get completely stuffed from his big cock.

"fuck, toni, that's it" you moan you set a quick pace on his dick, exerting yourself to the max as you need to almost stand completely on your knees so you can ride the entirety of anton's length before sliding back down. even if riding your boyfriend is tiring, you keep letting out high pitched whines every time you bottom out, feeling high off the way he makes you feel so fucking full. anton, on the other hand, feels his dick get even harder from how warm and tight your walls feel sliding against him, the wet sound of your ass hitting his thigh making you both delirious. what really gets him going, though, is hearing you whimper when his hands on your hips slightly shift your position so his fat tip nudges the deepest parts of your pussy. one of anton's moves from your hip to curl around the hair at the back of your head, tugging on it just enough for it to sting a little as he pulls your face closer to his. his tongue wastes no time diving into your mouth as soon as your lips touch, sliding against yours in a rapid but sensual rhythm that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. when anton pulls back, he leans away only enough for him to be able to whisper against your lips "i swear to god this pussy was made to take my dick. i love it so much," making you whine as you felt yourself gushing and clenching even more around him.

anton feels like he could seriously detach himself from how good you're making his dick feel and cum solely from watching you rolling your eyes back due to the almost painful pleasure you're feeling. the way your boobs move up and down, in tandem with your movements on his cock, feel downright hypnotic—he only realizes he had been staring at them with an open mouth like a freak when your hand slides up from his shoulder towards his face, using your index finger on his chin to make him look you in the eyes while your thumb cleaned the saliva that had drooled from his mouth as he was gawking at you. you then slowly move your thumb from the corner of his lips and into his awaiting mouth, feeling yourself smirk as anton closes his eyes and moans around your finger, feeling you slow down your pace until you're grinding down on him instead.

when anton opens his eyes again, he barely looks into your eyes before his gaze drops to your boobs again, squeezing your waist tightly. he mumbles something around your thumb and you pull it out of his mouth to let him speak. anton lets out a raspy and hushed "need them in my mouth so damn bad," before he plants both his feet on the mattress and slides down on it so he's now lying on his back. you position your hand flat beside his face to support yourself as you playfully roll your eyes, letting out a breathy laugh while you caress his soft cheek with your free hand, saying "you're such a perv." anton laughs too, but he quickly masks it with an exaggerated pout. he pushes the side of his face further against your palm like a needy cat as he blinks up at you before he brings his hand to yours, holding it so he can press a kiss to your palm without breaking eye contact. when anton brings his hand back to your waist, he says "i just love you too much, baby. could worship you all day..."

that seals the deal for you. you can't spend another second feeling him twitching impatiently inside you, so you just decide to give the man what he wants—you lean down so you're supporting yourself on your forearm instead of your palm and use your free hand to guide one of your breasts towards anton's parted lips, the corner of his eyes already lift up with happiness. the moment he latches onto your nipple, anton's hands slide down to your hips to hold you firmly as he starts to quickly thrust into you from below. you whine loudly from how hard and fast he's fucking you, just the way you like, and you use the hand from the arm supporting you to tug at his hair, trying not to let your body give up and fall on top of his. "toni," you whimper, pulling his hair harder to alleviate some of the immense pleasure you were feeling. "your dick feels too good– oh my god, it's too fucking good!"

anton moans around your tit when he feels you pulling on his hair, feeling himself getting close from all the stimulation—your filthy words ringing in his head, the pain on his scalp, your wet pussy clenching tightly around him and your nipple getting harder and harder against his tongue—so he moves one hand to find your clit, his fingers almost slipping past it from how wet you are. in the back of your mind, you think it's all too much much for him to be sucking your tit, fucking you that fast and now he's trying to stimulate your clit too, but the thought quickly slips from your mind when his fingers start rubbing it in fast up and down movements.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, toni, i'm cumming, plase don't stop!" you manage to say between loud moans, and anton lets your breast fall out of his mouth to groan "fuck, yeah. cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it." hearing those words is all that was left for you to finally reach your breaking point, opening your mouth in a silent moan as you feel yourself spasming on anton's dick.

when it's finally over, you're gasping for air as you let your body slump over anton's, feeling too weak to keep holding yourself up. you let out quiet little cries as anton keeps fucking you fast and steady, laughing deliriously between groans with how good he felt "you're amazing, baby, fuck. i'm gonna cum so fucking much inside you," he says as he uses the hand that was previously on your clit to hold your hair and keep it away from your neck so he could kiss it. you feel tears sliding down your face as anton's thrusts get impossibly faster, and he groans against your neck "oh, pretty girl, i love using your pussy so much– i'm gonna cum! i'm gonna cum so much inside you, okay? take it– fuck, take it all, please!"

you're not even registering his words anymore from how overstimulated you feel, just nodding along to whatever anton is saying and begging him to finish already—both because you're so tired and because you absolutely love when he cums inside, "please, toni! give me your cum, please, baby!" anton groans loudly, latching his mouth onto your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you flush against him, fucking a few more hard thrusts into you before he stalled, lifting his hips from the mattress with how hard he pushed into you. all you can do is sigh and sniff tiredly against anton's hair as you stop crying, your entire body trembling as you feel your pussy get even more stuffed, both from anton's big cock and his cum—which, as he promised, was a lot.

anton keeps holding you on top of him as you both calm down, waiting for your breaths and hearts to slow down and pressing reassuring kisses to your shoulder. when he feels like he can move again, anton gently pushes you away from him to lay you down on the mattress, chuckling when you groan in complaint as you feel his dick slide out of you and his load start to drip down your thighs. he gets on his haunches between your legs again, being careful to keep some distance between both your crotches are you're still sensitive.

you're still kind of out of it, your eyes closed, when your boyfriend leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, barely having the energy to kiss him back. anton proceeds to press kisses all over your cheeks, forehead, jaw and neck, mumbling against your skin "that was so good. you're so good to me, my love," making you smile and sigh happily. when you don't say anything back, anton pulls back to get a better look at you and says teasingly "what? i fucked you too good and now you can't speak, baby, is that it?"

you finally open your eyes to give a deadpan look to your boyfriend, saying begrudgingly "you're so annoying..." anton laughs, lightly pinching your side and making you flinch, "oh, so now you can speak?" you just roll eyes, barely stopping yourself from laughing too. he moves to lay beside you, pulling you close to him so your head is resting on his chest and his fingers are tracing shapes on your back.

anton has half a mind to grab tissues from his bedside table to clean you up when you distract him by asking "are we really gonna stay in bed?" you slightly lift your head from anton's chest to look at the time on anton's clock at said bedside table, letting your head fall back down as you comment "it's, like, way past noon. aren't you hungry?" you don't have to see it when you're able to hear the cheeky smile on anton's face as he says "babe, my mouth was full ten minutes ago. i'm doing great." you playfully push his body away from yours in mock exasperation, which gives anton the opening he needs to quickly lean down and give a quick suck to one of your nipples. you push him away again, laughing, "oh, my god! you're worse than a baby!"

anton just smiles up at you, moving up to kiss your lips before a smirk takes over his face. you feel one of his hand sneaking its way on the side of your body as he says "besides, even if i start feeling hungry, i have a full course meal waiting for me right here." before you can ask him what he means, anton's fingers find your pussy again, making your body twitch from sensitivity as they slide through your folds to gather the remnants of your slick and his cum. anton brings his now wet fingers to his mouth, groaning in delight at your combined taste.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, smiling deviously as he says "delicious." as you stare at him, you swear you feel yourself start getting wet again, so you pull anton towards you to kiss him hard, feeling his spit slicked hand hold your hip tightly as anton moves his body from his side to fit between your legs again. you speak against his lips "you're a freak."

"just for you," anton smiles before leaning down to kiss you again.

a/n: can you guys tell i wrote most of this when i SO pissed off and wanted a pretty man to service me and make it better? also, this is my first time writing a full blown smut (and in english, at that) and it took me three days to write it lol be kind, guys 💔

[blueberrybeomgyu]

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౨ৎ🧁 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, that's it there's nothing really crazy here // divider // menu

euijoo has a habit of holding his breath during sex. it's something you notice early on in the relationship, watching him struggle to remember breathing when his head is fuzzy. he doesn't mean to, he just wants to be in the moment as much as possible, to take in the sight of you as long as he can. sometimes the moment feels so fragile and precious that if he breaths too harshly or too loudly, it'll shatter. in moments like these, you have to pay special attention to him and make sure he's breathing quietly, telling him to just relax, he doesn't have to see everything right now, cause you can always be intimidate again later.

when youre wrapped around him so perfectly, hips rolling to meet his own, he can barely think past the wet heat of your walls. sometimes, his hips will jump up to meet yours halfway, but when he's really brainless and lost, he can only lay there and take what you're giving. you'll hear him gasping, but not exhaling, mouth hanging open dumbly as he watches your body move. placing your hands on his chest, you'll lean down to meet him, adding extra weight on his chest and forcing him to exhale. this'll jumpkick him into breathing again, and you'll pull him into a kiss as a reward, whispering praises against his lips.

there are nights where you just like to focus on him and put all your energy into making sure he feels good. your favorite position for this is with his back to your chest, where you can see all of him. of course, that makes him super shy, and he'll try to close his legs. luckily, it's easy to pin his legs open in this position with your legs around his waist. the forced vulnerability makes him more tender, sensitive to every little breath against this ear, every swipe of your finger across his tip. he'll hide in your neck, but still get shy about how clearly you'll hear his noises, so he'll try to hold them in, only letting out soft huffs against your skin. this position means you can also feel when he's holding his breath, though. you'll tell him it's okay, just relax, ive got you, and you'll guide him to taking a deep breath in, feeling the way his chest expands. he'll relax into the moment, and on the next exhale, he's falling apart in your hold, short spurts of cum painting his tummy as he finishes. he's so boneless after a session like that, so you have to be extra sweet and attentive to him during the clean up 💗

[abriizeyday-deactivated20260127]

Omggg Anton is the type to let you sit on his lap infront of his members bcs he’s lowkey gotten comfortable now with you around the members but when you try to get up he’ll stop you “wait a sec” and give you these puppy eyes bcs he’s hard and he’s already embarrassed bcs he doesn’t want anyone to see his boner 🤭

omg 100% fckkkk i can see it now…

anton would be sprawled onto a couch in the practice studio, chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. he’d be so sweaty; hair sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. his cheeks would be flushed the sweetest rosy color.

you’d walk in with an armful of water bottles, handing them out to the other members with a here ya go and a few teasing remarks. you’d scan the room for your pretty boy, finding him in the corner, eyes already locked on you. you’d make your way over to him. andddd one for you, you’d say as you hand him a bottle of water and sit down on his lap. he looks around to see if anyone else is looking, always so shy and reserved when it comes to you.

he’d loosen up easily, though. watching you smile as you catch him up on your day, watching you laugh as you joke around with the other members. he feels so comfortable and safe with you, he almost doesn’t mind the PDA. in fact, he starts to love it. it excites him. he’d grip your thigh softly, rub small circles onto your back, leave soft kisses on your shoulder. he loves that you’re his, and that everyone else has to bear witness to it.

you’d motion to get up, only to be held down with a firm grip from one of his big ass hands. you’d turn to look at him, his cheeks now a bright red, erasing the soft rosy color that was just there a few seconds ago. his eyes are wide and almost a little…desperate??? his pupils are so big, so puppy dog and needy. he’d let out a small huff, biting his lip gently. wait a sec, baby.

you look at him, puzzled, only to quickly feel the reason he’s holding you down. he’d grow so hard underneath you. the feeling of your body against his, the smell of your perfume, seeing how confident you are around everyone else. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazy. you’d be able to see the embarrassment on his face, so flustered that he has no control over his own cock when he’s in your presence.