absvrbed

𑣲 love is a drug that I can’t deny, I’m your dream girl, but you’re not my type. ༝༚༝༚

[kcantgetoff]

hii I’m new here so please be nice. .ᐟ

i mostly write when i’m bored or randomly possessed by an idea at 2am, so expect chaotic energy and self-indulgent content. i’m open to requests smut or no smut, fluff, angst, whatever you’re craving. if it inspires me, i’ll probably write it. I usually write head canons. ⋆˙⟡

i’m still figuring things out around here, so bear with me while i get used to tumblr. feel free to drop asks, js send me random shit, I don’t have anyone to talk to :c. 𐙚

➤ minors dni. this is an 18+ space. if you’re under 18, please read at your own risk. Requests are open 🫶🏻

Not my main blogᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

“Asks are open ᝰ.ᐟ”

[angelvvii]

good girl, sweet dreams

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synopsis:

after a brutal, endless day jake comes home completely feral — cock aching, leaking, and desperate for your body. armed with your explicit permission to take you anytime, even while you’re sound asleep, he loses every ounce of control. what begins as hungry, reverent touches spirals into frantic, sloppy, animalistic fucking as he buries himself deep inside your sleeping cunt, pounding you senseless and pumping you full until you wake up dripping and moaning beneath him.

trigger warnings: extremely explicit smut / highly graphic sex somnophilia, cnc, dubcon elements, creampie / breeding kink, overstimulation, rough possessive sex, pierced nipple play, dirty talk, praising, desperate, male whimpering, drooling male, waking up to being fucked, multiple orgasms / cum play, p in v, unprotected sex (dont ever do this, and if you do, PULL THE FUCK OUT BEFORE HE CUMS)

18+ only / mdni. or ignore the warning, whatever. if you're a minor and you read this anyway, that's a personal problem between you and the devil.

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The bed dips behind you.

You don’t stir. Not really. Just a soft, unconscious murmur into the pillow as the mattress sinks under Jake’s weight. The sheets smell like vanilla, lavender, and warm skin—your skin. Your right nipple, the one with the pretty silver bar, drags against the cotton as you shift, sending a sleepy little spark through your body that never quite reaches your mind.

Jake is barely holding it together.

His cock is throbbing so hard it hurts, straining obscenely against his dress pants, the tip already leaking steadily and soaking through the fabric. He’s been like this for hours—thick, heavy, and aching. He palms himself roughly as he stares down at you, breath ragged and shaky.

“Fuck… look at you,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “So fucking pretty when you sleep. All mine to use. My good girl. My perfect fucking girl. Need you. Need to be inside you. fuck—please—pkease"

He's so fucking desperate he could cry.

He strips fast, almost violently. Tie ripped off, shirt buttons flying across the floorboards, pants shoved down his thighs until his fat cock springs free. It slaps wetly against his stomach, angry red, veins bulging, the slit gaping and drooling thick, clear strings of precum that stretch down toward your body. He kicks everything else away and crawls over you like a man possessed.

His trembling fingers hook under the hem of your tank top and slowly drag it up and off. The cool air hits your bare breasts, making your pierced nipple tighten instantly. He groans at the sight, mouth watering.

“Perfect,” he breathes, eyes glazed. “Tits are perfect. You're perfect. Fuck. Fuck.”

Next come the panties.

He peels them down your thighs with shaky hands, dragging the fabric along your skin. Once they’re tossed aside, he spreads your legs wide, exposing your soft, bare pussy to the weak amber lamplight. His breath catches.

“Look at this pretty cunt… already waiting for me.”

His leaking cock drags a sticky trail across your hip as he settles on top of you, forearms bracketing your head. He groans low in his throat at the first press of bare skin on skin.

“You smell so fucking good… warm little cunt already waiting for me, huh? Always smell so fucking good for me.”

He grinds against your thigh, smearing precum everywhere like he’s marking you. His mouth finds your neck, then your tits. His mouth latches onto your pierced nipple like a man starved—hot, wet, and sloppy. He sucks hard, tongue flicking and swirling around the silver bar, teeth gently tugging it. Wet, obscene sucking sounds fill the room while strings of his spit drip down your breast.

“Mine,” he whispers roughly against your wet skin, the metal clicking against his teeth. “All mine. Even like this. Especially like this.”

His hand slides down your body, fingers parting your soft folds. You’re only slightly damp at first. He rubs tight, firm, slick circles over your clit, then pushes two thick fingers inside you. The tight, velvety heat makes him whimper, a desperate sob catching in his throat.

“So fucking tight… even asleep this little pussy is squeezing me,” he groans against your breast. “So tight. Tightest pussy. Best pussy. My pussy. That's it... that's my good girl. Getting wet for me even in your sleep. So perfect. So fucking perfect.”

He adds a third finger, pumping faster, curling them deep until slick sounds start filling the room and your unconscious body begins to leak around his hand. Your breathing changes—shallower, a tiny whimper slipping out—but you stay asleep.

You’re getting wetter. Warmer. Softer.

Fuck.

Jake can’t wait any longer.

He pulls his fingers out, grips his throbbing cock, and rubs the fat, precum-smeared head up and down your slick folds. The sensation of your hot, wet pussy lips kissing his tip makes his eyes roll back.

He pushes in.

The first thick inch stretches you open with a burning, delicious pressure. Jake’s mouth falls open, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping as your tight walls grip him like a vice. “Oh my fucking god— so hot… so fucking tight—”

He sinks deeper, inch by throbbing inch, feeling every ridge and flutter of your cunt around him, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Taking me so well,” he gasps, full-body tremors shaking his frame. “Taking me—it's like you were made for this. Made for my cock. Made to be filled up.”

When he bottoms out, balls pressed tight against your ass, his whole body shudders violently. Thick drool spills from his slack mouth onto your chest as he pants like a dog in heat, staying completely still for a moment to adjust to the suffocating heat.

Then he starts fucking you.

Slow, deep drags at first—pulling out until just the swollen head remains inside, then slamming back in with wet, filthy sounds. Your tits bounce with every thrust, the silver bar catching the lamplight.

“Feel so good,” he babbles, eyes wild. “Best I've ever had. Best anyone's ever had. Don't know how I survived before you. Don't want to remember.”

His pace quickly turns frantic. His hips snap harder, faster, pounding into you with desperate, animalistic thrusts. The headboard starts slamming against the wall. His heavy balls smack wetly against your ass with every brutal stroke. He’s panting, whimpering, drooling against your tits while he sucks and bites at your pierced nipple.

“Fuck— Taking me so well, baby. Even asleep you’re creaming on my dick like a good little slut,” he babbles, voice wrecked and sloppy. “This greedy little cunt is creaming all over me… getting so fucking wet for me— Can you feel yourself getting wetter for me?”

You start to stir beneath him, eyelids fluttering.

“J-Jake…?”

Your sleepy moan only makes him thrust harder—short, frantic, punishing strokes that drive him impossibly deep.

“Shh, baby— I’ve got you,” he whimpers, his rhythm stuttering and erratic. “Needed this pussy so fucking bad… been fucking leaking for you all day. Just—just let me. Please. Let me use you. Need you so bad. Need to come inside you.”

Your eyes flutter open, still hazy, and the moment you realize he’s buried balls-deep inside you, a low moan slips from your lips. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard.

Jake’s eyes roll back.

“Yes,” he hisses, bucking wildly against you. “Yes, pull it. Pull it harder. Make me yours. Please.”

That's all it takes.

“Fuck— I’m cumming— I’m cumming so fucking hard—”

His cock swells violently inside you. The first powerful spurt explodes deep against your cervix—a thick, scalding rope of cum that floods your walls. He lets out a broken sob as the second, even heavier rope shoots out, then the third, fourth, fifth—each pulse stronger and longer than the last. His cock twitches and jerks violently with every spurt, filling you until you’re stuffed and sloppy.

“Oh my god— baby— feel that? I’m pumping you so full,” he sobs against your neck, voice cracking pathetically. “There’s so much cum— it won’t stop— fuck— another one— I’m still cumming inside you—! Wanted you to wake up full. Wake up mine.”

Every throb sends fresh waves of thick, hot seed splashing against your walls. Long, heavy ropes of cum flood your pussy until you’re impossibly full, the warm wetness starting to leak out around his thick shaft with every shallow thrust. He keeps moving through it, fucking his own load deeper into you, whimpering like he’s losing his mind.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Gonna fill you until it’s dripping down your thighs for days.”

Even when the pulses finally weaken, he doesn’t stop moving. His cock is still twitching, overly sensitive and messy, but he keeps thrusting through the slick, cum-filled heat with wet, obscene squelching sounds.

“Can't stop,” he whimpers against your throat. “Won't stop. Need to feel you come. Need to feel you squeeze my cock. Please—I need—I need—”

You whimper, clenching around him. “Jake… fuck, I can feel all of it.”

He lifts his head, eyes wild and glassy, and kisses you messily.

“ ‘M Not done,” he whines against your mouth. “Not even close. Need you to cum on my cock while you’re full of my load.”

His hand snakes between you, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast and filthy while he starts fucking you again—the wet, squelching thrusts pushing his cum even deeper.

You’re wide awake now, moaning loudly, legs locked tight around his waist as he uses your cum-filled pussy exactly how he needs.

[kcantgetoff]

THIS IS SO GOOD MANN

[kcantgetoff]

Are you guys shy to send requests 🥺 or I’m just ass at writing 😭😭😭

[kcantgetoff]

Test me

MDNI!! 𑣲Testsubject!jay x care taker

The lab was a sterile white box, and in the center of it was the anomaly: Subject J-99. You knew his real name was Park Jay. He was part of a new, highly classified drug trial, and you were one of only two junior aides assigned to his direct care. The senior scientists ran the tests, but you were the one who brought his meals, checked his vitals, and cleaned his containment unit.

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He was a perfect specimen. Tall, with lean muscle that strained against the simple grey scrubs they gave him. His eyes were sharp and intelligent, and they followed your every move. At first, it was professional. You'd take his temperature, and he'd stare at you, his gaze unnervingly direct. You'd change his bedding, and you'd feel his eyes on your back. The air between you was always thick, charged with something that was definitely not science.

The rules were absolute. No physical contact beyond what was medically necessary. No personal conversations. No socializing. He was a high-value test subject, and you were just staff. The line was drawn in thick, black ink..

One night, you were on the late shift. The lab was deserted except for the two of you. You were doing his nightly vitals, your fingers brushing against his wrist to find his pulse. His skin was hot, almost feverish. When you looked up, his eyes were locked on yours, dark and intense.

"You're always so gentle," he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. It was the first personal thing he'd ever said.

You froze, your heart pounding. "I'm just doing my job..

"Is it your job to look at me like that?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips.

You should’ve pulled away. You should have reported him. Instead, you leaned in, just a fraction of an inch. That was all the invitation he needed. His other hand shot out, wrapping around the back of your neck, and he pulled you down. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding. It wasn't just a kiss: it was victory for him. He tasted like mint and desperation

This was it. The point of no return. Every rule, every protocol, shattered in a single moment. You kissed him back, your hands fisting in the front of his scrubs. The sterile environment of the lab fell away, replaced by the raw, primal need crackling between you.

"Lock the door," he growled against your mouth.

You stumbled to the door, your hands shaking as you engaged the heavy electronic lock. The click echoed in the silent room. When you turned back around, he was off the examination table, his scrubs already gone, kicked into a corner. His body was even better than you'd imagined. All hard planes and defined muscle, his cock already hard abd leaking.

He closed the distance between you in two strides, ripping your lab coat open. The buttons popped and scattered on the floor. He tore your scrub top over your head, his hands immediately finding your breasts, his thumbs roughly circling your nipples. You gasped, your head falling back as he bent his head to take one into his mouth, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

He backed you up against the cold metal examination table, his hands hooking into the waistband of your pants and yanking them down. You were naked, exposed in the bright, clinical lighting. He lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the edge of the table. He stepped between your legs, his eyes raking over your body.

"I've been thinking about this since the moment I saw you," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Spreading you out right here."

He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed his cock, guiding it to your entrance, and then he was inside you. He filled you completely, stretching you with a single, deep thrust. You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. There was nothing gentle about it. He fucked you like he mean it and he was starving for release and you were the only thing that could save him. Each thrust was hard, deep, punishing, the metal table creaking in protest with the force of his movements.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting his every brutal thrust with your own desperate need. The sounds of your rough, ragged breathing and the wet, slapping sounds of sex filled the sterile lab. This was wrong. This was so fucked up. But it was the most alive you had ever felt. He was a drug, and you were hopelessly addicted.

He grabbed your ass, tilting your hips to change the angle, and his cock hit that perfect, sensitive spot deep inside you. A choked moan escaped your lips, and your orgasm crashed over you, sudden and intense. Your walls clenched around him, and he groaned, his rhythm faltering. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his whole body tensing as he came, flooding you with his heat.

For a moment, you just stayed there, tangled together, breathing heavily in the silent, white room. The smell of sex hung in the air, a stark contrast to the sterile antiseptic you were used to.

He slowly pulled out, and you felt his cum begin to trickle down your thigh. He helped you off the table, his touch surprisingly gentle. He found your discarded scrubs and handed them to you, a small, triumphant smile on his face.

You got dressed in silence, the weight of what you'd done settling in. You had broken every rule. You had risked your career, your future, for a frantic, desperate fuck on an examination table.

As you unlocked the door with your card to leave, he stopped you with a hand on your arm. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked, his eyes glinting with challenge.

You looked at him, at the man who was supposed to be your test subject but had just tested every limit you had. You knew you should say no. You knew you should never come back.

"Tomorrow," you whispered, and walked out into the empty hallway, your body still humming with his presence.

- IM BACKKK , sorry guys I’ve been REALLY BUSY ☹️

[kcantgetoff]

Jungwon lay on his bed in the dark, the room silent except for his breathing. His hand moved slowly under the blanket as he touched himself, eyes closed and focused on the feeling.

His hips started to move slightly, pushing into his hand as his breathing got heavier. The blanket shifted with his movements, exposing his bare chest to the cool air.

He wrapped his fingers around his hard length, stroking slowly at first, then faster as his need grew. His thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, spreading the wetness that had gathered there. The friction of his palm against his skin sent waves of pleasure through his body, making his back arch slightly off the mattress.

Just as he was getting close, he heard footsteps outside his door. "Jungwon? Are you awake?" It was Jay's voice, deep and concerned.

Jungwon froze, heart pounding. He quickly pulled his hand away and adjusted the blanket. "Yeah, just couldn't sleep," he called out, trying to keep his voice steady.

The doorknob started to turn. "Mind if I come in?"

"Wait!" Jungwon panicked, grabbing his shirt from the floor. "Just a second hyung!!!

He managed to pull on his shirt just as Jay opened the door. "Everything okay? You sound weird."

"Fine," Jungwon said, turning onto his stomach to hide his erection. "Just tired."

Jay stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at him. "Alright. Well, try to get some sleep. We have practice early tomorrow."

After Jay left and closed the door, Jungwon let out a shaky breath. He waited until he heard Jay's footsteps fade away before reaching under the blanket again, finishing quickly with a muffled gasp into his pillow.

[kcantgetoff]

:being a brat while jay is busy 👀

Jay's hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp smack echoing in the quiet room. You yelped, more from surprise than pain, squirming against his thighs where you were draped over his lap.

“Stay still," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "Brats don't get to wiggle away from their punishment."

Another smack, this one on the other cheek, leaving a warm, stinging heat in its wake. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan as the pain melted into a delicious ache. His large hand rubbed over the reddening skin, soothing the sting before smacking it again.

"You love this, don't you?" he murmured, his fingers dipping between your thighs to find you wet and slick. "Getting your ass spanked red, knowing you're about to get fucked hard."

You could only whimper in response, pushing back against his hand to feel something . He chuckled darkly, landing two more quick smacks that made you gasp.

"Please," you breathed out, the word barely audible.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice rough with desire as he shifted you off his lap and onto the bed. "Please stop? Or please fuck me until i can't remember my own name?"

this was gonna be a looonggg nightt.

[simvanished]

❤︎ 𝄞 ♡⠀this girl must be out of her mind

pairings: idol!hoon x idol!reader

ㅤsynopsis: sunghoon likes to fuck you and put you in place after your performances >o<

warnings: semi public sex?, dom!hoon, sunghoon kinda teasing and maybe just a little mean

genre: drabbles, pure smut

ㅤada's notes: idol x idol can be written in so many ways it's actually so interesting to write.

just thinking about how many risks sunghoon would take just to put you in your place. sunghoon hated when you teased him right before performances, he likes teaching you lessons after your ending fairy.

sunghoon had you bent over a table, loud and desperate moans caught in your throat. he had his hand wrapped around your throat, his grip knocking the air out of you, as he pounded into you like a wolf in heat.

"mph, that fairy ending was just perfect now wasn't it kitty?" sunghoon spoke, clearly mocking you. he grabbed you by the chin tilting your face up into his gaze.

sunghoon looked at you with a smug look. your pink lip gloss was smeared, eye makeup completely ruined. not to mention you hair laying flat. all over the place and sweaty.

then, he hit that gummy spot inside of you so good you swore you could see stars.

"s-sunghoon!-" you mewled out, at this point letting out meaningless babbles.

he responded with a sharp"slap!" to your ass. "shut up, would you? you're too loud." sunghoon murmured, smashing his lips into yours.

the kiss was rough and sloppy. it was supposed to shut you up. he let go, your lips glossy and swollen from the amount of times he reached out to kiss you.

"you're such a bad girl hm, you think it's funny to flirt before performances?" sunghoon spoke gripping your hips so hard you were sure bruises would form after.

"i-i wasn't flirting!" you argued tears spilling from your eyes trying to defend yourself.

he didn't respond after that. just increasing his pace with a grunt, letting you cry and whine out more. his balls slapping against your clit, sticky cum all over your thighs and thigh highs.

[heevangell]

how much prettier and bambier can u get heeseung SO PRETTY WTH....HE LOOKS SO AEGI😭 HIS BIG DOE EYES OMG HEESEUNG🫠

[kcantgetoff]

sub jay okay? 🥹

I wasn’t sure if you mean a Drabble or head canons so I did both <3 I hope that’s okay ☹️ HELP MY SISTER WAS BESIDE ME WHILE I ANSWERED THIS

The air in the room was thick with tension, the only sound the soft rustle of your clothes as you stood over him. Jay was on his knees at the foot of the bed, exactly where you'd left him, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes, dark and glassy with unshed tears, were fixed on your face, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

"Please," he whispered, the word barely audible. His cock was hard and flushed, curving up against his stomach, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He had been good, so patient, waiting for your permission like you'd taught him.

You reached down, cupping his jaw, your thumb stroking over his cheek. He leaned into the touch like a starved man, a soft whine escaping his throat. "Who do you belong to, Jay?" you asked, your voice low and firm.

"You," he breathed out instantly, his whole body trembling. "Only you."

A small, satisfied smile touched your lips. "Good boy. Then show me how much you want me. You can touch yourself, but you don't get to cum until I say so."

A choked sob of relief and desperation broke from him. His hand flew to his cock, wrapping around the base with a desperate grip. He started stroking, his hips canting up into his fist, his eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you," he panted, his strokes growing faster, more erratic. "Thank you, thank you..." He was a beautiful, desperate mess, completely undone by a single command, and he was all yours.

Head canons 👀

Sub!jay who’ll beg so prettily it sounds like a song. Tears welling in his eyes, voice cracking, his hands clasped together as if in prayer. "Please, please let me cum," he'll whine, his entire body trembling with need.

Sub!jay who loves being manhandled. When you grab his jaw to force him to look at you, or shove him against a wall, or bend him over the nearest surface, a shiver runs down his spine. He's not fragile, and he wants you to treat him like he's yours to take.

Sub!Jay who gets off on being used for your pleasure. He'll lie perfectly still while you ride his face, grinding against his mouth and nose until you're shaking. His own cock is ignored,throbbing and untouched, because your orgasm is the only thing that matters. He'll only touch himself if you give him permission. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Sub!jay who loves sucking on your fingers, anything you'll put in his mouth. He'll lap at your skin like a kitten, leaving wet trails everywhere, his tongue eager to taste every inch of you. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

I MISSED YOU MY BABIES ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

[kcantgetoff]

could u maybe do… heeseung fingering himself 👀

I really hope you mean jerking off 😰 I’m sorry for not responding right away 💔

Heeseung leaned back against the headboard of his bed, the soft moonlight filtering through his bedroom window. His slender fingers wrapped around his already hard cock, the tip glistening with precum. He closed his eyes, his head tilting back as he began to stroke himself with a steady rhythm.

His breathing grew heavier as he increased his pace, thumb occasionally brushing over the sensitive head. Soft moans escaped his lips as he imagined someone else touching him, someone else pleasuring him. His free hand roamed down his chest, fingers pinching his nipples before moving lower to cup his balls.

"F-fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking upward into his hand. The sound of skin sliding against skin filled the quiet room as he worked himself closer to the edge. His strokes became more erratic, desperate, as he chased his release.

With a final, deep moan, Heeseung came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over his hand and stomach. He continued to stroke gently through his orgasm, milking every last drop before collapsing back against the pillows, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

[kcantgetoff]

What’s good everyone. I’m back 👀

[kcantgetoff]

I’m sorry I’ll be really busy this week meaning I can’t post 💔 I’ll try to make it up to you guys,sorry If I can’t reply to the asks ☹️

[kcantgetoff]

I’m in a competition rn and I’m literally losing 💔.

[kcantgetoff]

The atmosphere in Sunghoon's room was thick with anticipation. You sat on the edge of his bed, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap, while he leaned against the headboard, watching you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. It was just the two of you, and his undivided attention was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You're quiet," Sunghoon's voice was low and smooth, cutting through the silence. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin up so you had to meet his gaze. "Are you scared?"

You shook your head, but the lie was obvious. "Just—my first."

Sunghoon's lips curved into a reassuring, yet predatory smile. "Don't worry, angel. I'm going to take such good care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good, you won't remember what it was like to not have me touching you."

He shifted closer, his hand moving from your chin to trace the line of your jaw, then down the side of your neck. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

"First," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'm going to kiss you. Not like those chaste little pecks you're used to. I'm going to kiss you deep and slow, until you're breathless and melting against me. I'll teach you how to move your tongue with mine, how to let me take control of your mouth."

Your breath hitched, and he leaned in, fulfilling his promise. His lips were soft but firm, moving against yours with a practiced ease that made your head spin. He coaxed your mouth open, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, deliberate exploration that made your core tighten with a strange new ache.

When he finally pulled away, you were dizzy, just as he'd promised.

"See?" he murmured, his thumb stroking your swollen lower lip. "That's just the beginning." His eyes roamed over your face, down to the collar of your shirt. "Now, I'm going to undress you. Slowly. I'll unbutton your shirt one by one, and I'll kiss every inch of skin I expose. Right here," he tapped the hollow of your throat, "and then here," his fingers trailed down to the valley between your breasts. "I want to hear you whimper for me."

His fingers made quick work of the buttons, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushed the fabric aside. He followed his words, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your throat, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts. You couldn't stop the soft whimpers that escaped your lips.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice husky. He reached behind you to unhook your bra with a practiced snap, and the cool air hit your bare skin. "So beautiful." He didn't give you long to feel exposed before his hands were on you, cupping their weight, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebbled into hard points.

"I'm going to touch you here," he whispered, leaning down. "And then I'm going to taste you." He took one peaked nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before sucking gently. The sensation shot straight to your core, making you gasp and arch your back. He lavished the same attention on the other, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him.

"Hook ..." you breathed out, your hands tangling in his hair.

"I know, angel," he murmured against your skin, kissing his way down your stomach. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants. "Now, I'm going to get rid of these." He tugged them down, along with your panties, in one slow, deliberate motion, leaving you completely bare and open to his gaze.

He settled between your legs, pushing them gently apart. "And this," he said, his eyes darkening as he looked at your most intimate place, "is where I'm really going to make you fall apart. I'm going to taste you, angel. I'm going to spread your legs wide and bury my face in this pretty little pussy until you're screaming my name. I'll lick your clit, suck on it, fuck you with my tongue until you cum all over my face."

You trembled at his words, a mix of fear and overwhelming desire coursing through you. He didn't make you wait long. The first swipe of his tongue against your folds made you cry out. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt. He was relentless, his tongue exploring every inch of you before focusing on your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hips were bucking uncontrollably. The pressure built and built, a tight coil in your stomach, until it snapped with a blinding intensity. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, and you cried out his name as he worked you through it, his grip on your hips holding you in place.

When you finally came back to yourself, he was kissing his way back up your body, a smug, satisfied look on his face. "That's one," he murmured against your lips. "But we're not done yet."

He positioned himself over you, his hard length pressing against your entrance. "This is the last part," he said, his voice softer now, more serious. "I'm going to be inside you. I'll go slow, I promise. I'll stretch you open carefully, let you get used to the feeling of being filled. It might hurt a little at first, just for a second. But then it'll feel good. So good. And I'll move inside you, slow and deep, hitting that spot inside you that will make you cum again, this time with me buried deep inside you."

He pushed in slowly, just as he promised. There was a sharp, brief sting that made you wince, but it was quickly replaced by a full, aching pleasure as he seated himself fully inside you. He paused, letting you adjust, his forehead resting against yours.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Yeah... you can move."

He started to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had the pleasure building again, more intense this time. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. He reached between you to rub your clit, and that was all it took to send you over the edge again. Your walls clenched around him, and with a guttural groan, he followed you, spilling into you as he buried his face in your neck.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting presence as you both struggled to catch your breath. After a moment, he rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.

"So," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "How was your first time?"

:I just made this last night 😰

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@/heeseung come back i can’t goon properly without you

[kcantgetoff]

ty for blessing us with subby heejake we appreciate it.

YOU’RE WELCOME <33 I’ll try to make some for the other members 😽

[kcantgetoff]

hi.

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