Summary: Steve comes home from a rough day at work. You decide he needs some release.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warning: Smut under the cut, oral(male receiving), it’s just fluffy smut without much story.
Word count: 900
Author’s note: Based on Moment’s silence (common tongue) by Hozier. He made this song after he learned Take me to church was thought of as a song that was about giving oral to a woman so he wrote a song about receiving a blowjob in a relationship where it isn’t used as leverage over the woman giving.
I do suggest listening to it while reading.
The door to the apartment you share with Steve slams closed, indicating he’s home and he’s frustrated. You rush over to the hallway to greet him with a kiss as you always do but when you see him standing there you know he needs more than just a kiss.
‘Are you alright,’ you ask him. There’s a thick gloom over him. He’s clearly not alright. He’s frustrated and tired. He’s done with the day and done with all the people that bothered him but there’s a part of him that seems to relax. His shoulders seem to relax a little at the sound of your voice.
‘I’m fine,’ he grumbles as he puts his shoes and jacket away, ‘it’s just been a long day. A lot of people bothering me with political nonsense.’ You nod and walk over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
‘It’s good to have you home,’ you tell him as you start to feel the weight of the quiet apartment press on your shoulders. Steve deserves some release. He offers you the same when you have a bad day.
He watches you for a second as you take his hand loosely in yours and drag him along to the living room, looking back every so often to see if he’s in on what you’re hinting at. He doesn’t seem quite certain about it but he does follow.
You walk him over to his chair. A big, red leather chair that you had bought him for his birthday last year. He had been talking about it for ages and you thought he deserved it but it had never been used with the intent you have right now.
‘Sit,’ you tell him, your voice sounding so loud in the quiet room. The air feels thick when he takes a seat, his eyes on your as you place your hands on his thighs to help yourself down on your knees. Before you can fully sit down, he grasps your wrist.
‘Darling, you don’t have to do this,’ he tells you but you can tell he wants it and he sure as hell deserves it. He treats you, you treat him.
A relationship is a back and forth, besides: ‘I want to.’
He nods at your words and lets himself sit back in his chair. You pull your shirt over your head so he’ll have a nice view and sprawl your hands over his stomach, gently pulling his blouse from his pants and getting to work on unbuttoning it. Steve gently takes your hand and pulls it away. Before you can protest, he starts working on the buttons himself.
Your hands go back to his thighs, gently dragging your nails up and down them as you watch the bulge in his pants grow quickly. Steve throws his blouse with your shirt and leans against the cold leather of his chair, a hiss escaping from his lips.
He watches you closely as your hands undo the buckle of his belt, then his zipper, and your hand rubs gently over his clothed cock. The action pulls a breathy sigh from his lips, a sign he’s relaxing under your touch. A smile appears on your lips while you scoot closer to him.
You pull his cock from his underwear pushing yourself up on your knees to drag your tongue down his shaft. A soft moan escapes from Steve’s lips as you watch him put his hand over his mouth, biting down on his thumb to keep quiet.
His cock is incredibly hard and longing for release, as is he himself. With your hands on his hips, you lean yourself closer and place a soft kiss to the tip, licking off the pre-cum while you’re there. You look up at him. His pupils are blown as he looks down at you adoringly.
That gives you all the confidence you need to take him in your mouth and start bobbing your head at a steady rhythm. You hear him whimper and moan under your touch, his body tensing and relaxing all at the same time as his hands roughly grab the armrests of his chair. And in the moments of silence between his moans and the sinful sounds of your mouth, there’s love in the air as you bring him closer to release.
‘Sweetheart, I’m close,’ he whimpers softly, gently laying his hand on your head. You keep going, knowing how much he likes it to spill inside your mouth. The hand on your head involuntarily turns into a fist, grabbing a handful of your hair and using it to keep you going at a rhythm that’ll get him off.
You feel tears poking in your eyes as he pulls you down a little harder than is comfortable but you aren’t complaining. Seeing him like this, on the brink of an orgasm, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, it makes it all worth it. It’s like seeing an artist paint a masterpiece.
And he does. He paints the inside of your mouth in pearl rosary. You watch his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. His eyes meet yours again and you open your mouth to show him his doing before swallowing it down.
In one swift movement, he pulls you up into his lap, arms wrapped around you as he presses a loving kiss on your lips.
‘Thank you, sweetheart, I needed that.’
Summary: Mission complete and you’re hiding out in a mountain cabin awaiting your next extraction window. What better for you and Steve to do to pass the time than fuck each other’s brains out? It’s all going awesomely until you’re interrupted.
Words: 1.4k
A/N: Written for @stuckonjbbarnes 250 follower celebration, dialog prompt: “You whined that he was alive, and you whine now that I killed him.” “There’s just no pleasing you, is there?” (In bold and underline) and combined with @star-spangled-bingo SSB2020 square filled: “I’m just trying to sound tough” (In bold).
Thank you to @sassy-pelican for reading this through for me <3 I had a lot of fun writing this smutfest. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: INSECTS / MOTHS. Graphic depictions of sex. Rough sex. Mentions of past angst. Bad language. 18+ only!
Ref IMG for Mothra - don't click if you don’t like big ass insects!
Sweat beads in your hair line, threatening to trickle forth on a path that will take it down your temple, over the line of your jaw and down the taut curve of your neck. Breaths are expressed as sighs and moans, your sweat-slicked throat exposed to the breeze from the window, exquisitely cool in contrast to the heat flushing your whole body. Why is a cabin way up in the mountains so damn hot?
Steve tugs harder, his hand fisted in your hair pulling your head back, making you arch into an impossibly acute angle as he pounds you from behind. The depth of his thrusts and his punishing pace is obnoxiously punctuated by the wet slap of his skin meeting yours. He’s so deep it’s painful, the tip of his cock glancing against your sweet spot just enough to make it good for you right before he’s slamming your cervix ruthlessly. You’re sure your ovaries are already mush but it hurts so fucking good all you can do is not piss yourself.
Hands gripping the crumpled sheets that have seen too much action in the last two days to be sanitary, thighs quaking as you ride the ridge between euphoria and the strained tension of seeking it. You’re a mess, but you’re his mess. He hasn’t said so much but you’ve been together for months. The chemistry between you before the Chitari attack on New York exploded in a frenzied rut afterwards. It was as much survivor’s guilt as it was a celebration of your continued existence, and you’d been fucking ever since.
Steve grunts. A momentary break in the rhythm of his thrusts tells you he’s getting close, the swell of his cock against the heat of your cunt a prelude to your next orgasm; it’s been building for a while, struggling against the numbness of previous orgasms but it’s almost there now, right on the edge.
You cry out, a breath held too long escapes like a wail and your pleasure climbs further, crawling under your skin until there are tears in your eyes. It hurts but it’s exquisite and he knows he has you, he knows you’ll come when he does and that drives him crazy. That connection you have, that symmetry, it’s always been there in the way you work together, the way you fight, the way you take his cock like no one else ever has. It’s not love, but he needs you and he knows you need him too, and that’s enough.
“You like that? Huh?” He grinds out through gritted teeth, the aggression left over from your last mission is still there, not quite fucked away, yet. “You like it when I fuck you raw?”
You do. You like anything he gives you. From the tender care and caress of love-making to the sharp pain of pinched and slapped skin, and being used and fucked so hard you can’t remember your own name.
“Sir, yes Sir!” You wail through the pleasure, unable to stifle the noise the way he has you arched back. Breath ragged and throat raw from panting, you grin when he loses control; a surprised gasp of pleasure – you have never called him ‘Sir’ before, but he seems to like it.
“Fuck yes! Take my cock!” He all but roars as he makes you feel every inch of him.
The spasms start and you’re almost there, grunting and growling together as he starts to come. You can feel it, the pressure of his spunk being forced deeper with each thrust. You tighten even more, cresting the wave of pleasure with a high-pitched keening noise you never knew you could make.
Suddenly you’re pitched face-first into the mattress, empty and panicked as your orgasm slips away like water down a drain. Steve is spluttering and flapping his hands in the air, knocking the light so it casts erratic shadows around the room.
“JESUS-FUCK!” He shouts, hoarse and angry. You’ve never heard Steve swear anywhere except when he’s buried in you balls deep.
Tears are filling your eyes; the come-down from your failed euphoric high isn’t pretty. “What the FUCK, Steve?”
You watch him stumble off the bed and crash to the floor, struggling backward with his glistening erection slapping his thighs as he shuffles on his hands and ass. He looks terrified, backed up against the cabin wall scanning for some unknown horror. Anger gives way to your autonomic danger response. Purely on instinct you snatch up your handgun and aim where he’s pointing.
“It’s still alive!” He wheezes, wide-eyed with terror.
“What is?” You search frantically past the swinging lightbulb, anything that has him this scared can’t be good. “I can’t see anything!”
“Up there!” He squeals, cowering behind his arms and you finally see the beast; mottled brown and entirely too big to be natural.
It takes flight, dusty wings carrying it towards Steve once more in a slow attack that has him panicking more. He’s petrified and static, frozen by fright. Who knew Steve Rogers was afraid of moths?
You jump into action. Scooping up on of Steve’s discarded gauntlets you wield it like a flail, the stiff leather of the forearm acting as the beater. It’s a swing for the S&M hall of fame, and you strike the winged demon with as much force as you can muster. Pitching the huge critter out of the air, you won’t forget the dull smack it makes against the leather, nor the thump against cabin wall it hits right after.
Pouncing, you pulverise the giant moth against the wood floor with Steve’s blue leather until it’s nothing but dust and mangled limbs. Even dead it’s a chilling sight. A shiver slinks down your spine. You aren’t afraid of wildlife but that grotesque monstrosity gave you a case of the heebie-jeebies.
“You didn’t kill him, did you?” Steve asks curiously as he peeks at the dead moth.
“No, Steve,” you say flatly as you scoop the corpse up with Steve’s gauntlet, “Mothra over here is just taking a beauty nap – of course I killed him!”
“Poor thing.”
“Are you serious?” You’re shocked by his sudden compassion.
“I never said to kill him.”
“You whined that he was alive, and you whine now that I killed him.” You scoff incredulously. “There’s no pleasing you is there?”
“Well-”
“Should I try to revive him?” You thrust the corpse of Mothra towards Steve, who scrambles to his feet.
“No-no-no” he cautiously moves aside, “I’m just trying to sound tough, or at least tougher.”
“I’m totally convinced.” You chuckle as you dump Mothra out the window unceremoniously. “And now I think you owe me.” You smirk as an idea pops into your head.
“But-”
“Twice!” You stalk him backwards towards the bed, a predatory glint in your eyes.
“I don’t-”
“Once for the moth,” you back him up until his calves hit the frame, “and once for the ruined orgasm.” You push him and he falls, bouncing on the mattress with a wolfish grin. The realisation of what’s to come exciting him once more.
“Alright soldier,” Steve props himself up on his elbows to watch you climb up his body, “I’ll give you what you want.”
“Not this time.” You crawl up him until you’re straddling his chest. “This time I take what I want.”
He moans as you settle yourself on his face, his mouth smothered by your mound. The mess between your thighs is slicking his jaw and cheeks but he doesn’t seem to care as you grind yourself on him.
Licking and sucking and eager to please you, Steve devours you like his last meal. And as you look down the flat plane of your stomach to watch him you can’t help but smirk at the embellishment he’s sporting; a shimmery dusting of grey on his left cheek - Mothra’s kiss.
A light laugh escapes your lips as you race towards your climax. One final thought before you lose all coherent thought: Captain America is afraid of moths.
A/N: I kinda feel like this is meh but also like I outdid myself. Let me know what yall think tho
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Another shot of burning liquid, a chorus of laughter from the girls around you, eyes pinched shut to ground you. Maria had just told the group her most embarrassing memory, one the involved Fury and being caught in an all too suggestive position that you hoped the vodka could wipe the image of.
Sitting your small glass down, Wanda grabbed the bowl of crumpled up papers and shoved it towards you, "(Y/N)!" She called through a series of giggles. "Your turn!"
A playful sigh and roll of your eyes as you plucked a piece of paper out. Opening it up, you pursed your lips, contemplating the prompt in front of you.
"Whatcha get?" Nat pushed, lips wrapping around her beer.
"What is your most unpopular opinion?" Rereading the question over and over again the answer swirled in you. It was simple, easy for you at least. But you knew the girls surrounding you wouldn't agree.
"Come on, it can't be that hard," Nat pushed, "Like, do you secretly love Justin Bieber? Or have an obsession with the Pussycat Dolls?"
A scoff fell from your lips, "No, but you guys are definitely going to give me push back when I tell you." You grumbled, grabbing another bottle of Smirnoff Ice.
"Come on," Wanda pushed more.
"Really, (Y/N/N), it can't be that bad." Maria chimed.
With an exasperated sigh you leaned back in your seat, "Fine, but I swear if any of you give me grief I'm going to bed." A nervous tousle of your hair, "I don't think Steve deserves the title of Captain. You can't just get pumped with a serum and suddenly be called Captain America."
A chorus of "what"s and "you're joking" came from the group of girls.
"No, I'm not."
"You're being serious?" Nat asked, "You genuinely think Steve doesn't deserve it?"
"What don't I deserve?" A voice echoed behind you, sending a shiver you knew all too well down your spine. A curious, almost stern tone in his voice.
A rush of regret flooded through you as you turned to look at the blond. He must've just gotten back from a run, hair slicked back with sweat and tight fitting under armour shirt sticking to every muscle, voice deep as he messed with his beard.
"Tell him, (Y/N)." Wanda's voice came through a series of nervous giggles.
A loud groan as you turned to face Steve who was moving closer to you, towering over your sitting figure. "We needed something to occupy us while we drink so we put a bunch of questions in a bowl and we're going around answering them and I pulled "what is your most unpopular opinion" and shockingly enough my opinion was unpopular and the girls are being dicks now."
Steve chuckled softly at the rambling that fell from your lips. "And I'm assuming that opinion involves me. What is it? The beard?"
A purse of your lips and a small shake of your head. "Nope, not that. I actually really like the beard. Wish you would've grown it out long ago."
A pure look of confusion paired with a small tilt of his head. "What is it then?"
"You don't want to know, Rogers."
"Then why did I ask, (Y/L/N)?"
A chorus of "ooooh"s and giggles from the girls around you instantly had you blushing a dark red. After throwing them a glare, you sighed once more and turned back to Steve. "I said that I don't think you deserved to have been given the title of Captain. You can't just be pumped up with the super soldier serum and just magically be given the title. Like if they gave it to you now, I'd understand that but they gave it to you straight from the bottom."
Steve quirked an eyebrow at you, chewing his bottom lip as he processed what you had just told him. His teammate, one he genuinely respected, someone he'd even called a friend, and one with added benefits some time ago; someone who has followed him into the line of duty nearly blind just said he didn't deserve the title of Captain. "Why don't we talk in private, (Y/N)? We can clear some things up between us. My room. Now."
He left no room for argument as he left you there, shocked and nervous as you turned to the girls who begin laughing. After an annoyed "fuck you guys" thrown their way, you chugged the rest of your drink and made your way to Steve's room.
A soft rap of your knuckles met by a gruff, "Get in here", a quickness to your heartbeat, the adrenaline sending a shockwave to your core when you saw Steve, hand running through his hair as he paced. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Shut and lock the door." He turned to look at you, face devoid of any emotion. The second he heard the door click he stalked towards you. A dark look in his eyes as he trapped you against the door, hands on either side of you.
"Steve?" Your voice came out smaller and weaker than you had anticipated.
"I don't deserve the title Captain?" There was a slight scoff in his voice. A hand came up the grip you chin, tilting your face up, lips just ghosting over yours. "I'm gonna make you regret that."
Before you could retort his lips were against yours in a bruising kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs. It didn't last long, a large hand wrapping around your throat as he pulled away, "If you call me anything other than Captain I will punish you harder than I ever have. Do you understand me, little girl?"
A squeak fell from your lips as you attempted to nod, but that wasn't good enough for Steve. The hand around your throat let go and lightly slapped your cheek. "Speak when you're spoken to, bitch," he growled.
"Yes, Captain," you whined.
"Good girl. Seems like you do know how to take orders from your superior." A devilish smirk danced across his lips before kicking your feet out from underneath you, watching you drop to your knees.
"Take my cock out and suck it like the little slut you are." His voice boomed with the command as he watched you do as you were told.
Pulling his pants and briefs down just enough for his thick length to bob out, you were quick with your movements, not wanting to piss him off any more. Precum glistened on his bulbous tip, practically begging to be licked away. And you wasted no time, suckling the tip of his cock before taking down as much as you could.
Steve didn't let you stay in control long. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he begin to move your mouth up and down his length, growling particularly loud when your throat spazzed around his cock as you gagged on his girth. He waited until your mascara ran down your cheeks from the tears streaming down your face to pull off.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, little girl?"
A wicked smile graced your lips. "That really all you got Stevie? Must've lost your touch after I stopped letting you fuck me whenever you wanted."
A scoff fell from his lips, hands tangling in your hair and pulling a wince from you as he practically dragged you to the bed. A rough shove and you landed on the plush mattress you'd been on multiple times before, the softness a welcome contrast to the man before you. Before you could scramble to look at him, Steve manhandled you onto your knees and landed a sharp smack to your ass.
The moan that ripped from you made Steve chuckle darkly. "Let's not forget who would beg me to fuck them, little girl. Who would tell me how much the loved my fat cock splitting them in two." Another smack to your ass "Or have you become too far stuck up your own ass that you forgot who really knows how to take care of you?" Another, harder smack. "Speak when you're spoken to."
You managed to choke out, "I haven't forgotten, Captain," around your whines and whimpers.
Steve pulled away from you, "Strip. Then hands and knees. If you're not ready by the time I come back I swear to God you will regret it." His voice was commanding and left no room for argument, not that you would at this point, too far consumed in your own desire to risk a release.
As he disappeared into his walk-in closet you made haste on discarding your clothes, being sure they made it into his hamper as well as not to piss him off more. You couldn't deny it though, you missed this, missed him. But that was something to address later as an ache of need shot through your core.
You positioned yourself in the middle of his bed, on your knees and leaning your weight on your forearms to arch your back. The sound of his closet closing made a wave of anticipation run through you, the urge to close your thighs overpowering.
"Look at you," his voice was condescending and dripped with a tease, "So fucking wet. Such a little bitch that I haven't even had to touch you and you're already soaking my sheets. Dirty little girl," the bed dipped behind you, "what should I do to you? I don't think you've quite learned your lesson."
A whimper left your lips as you tried to find an answer. "I think I deserve to be spanked, Captain."
You could practically hear the smirk on his lips. "You do? Good girl, maybe I'll actually let you cum. How many do you think you deserve?"
"10?" Your voice was questioning, hoping he'd let you off easily. Steve didn't like being embarrassed, didn't like having his authority questioned.
"I was going to say 20, but since you're deciding you want to be a good girl, I'll be nice and do 15. But I won't hesitate to give you more if you act up again. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Captain."
"Be a good girl and count." A firm hand came down hard on your ass, easily leaving a handprint and turned your skin bright red.
"One," you choked out.
Steve continued, turning your ass and thighs a pretty shade that screamed bad girl. You felt the scraping of his beard as he left kisses across the sensitive skin. "Fuck, such a good girl for me. Why can't you be this good when I'm not around?" A kiss turned into a bite, a strangled sound pulling from you.
"Please," you pleaded.
"Please what, little girl?" He asked, sitting up and threading a hand through your hair, tugging you so your back became flush with his bare chest. His cock was pressed between your ass and his abdomen, precum sticking both of you. "What could you possibly be asking for?" He teased.
"Please fuck me. Please make me cum. I'm sorry, Steve - Captain, I'm sorry. I was just upset that you had stopped giving me attention," the confession slipped out without you even realizing.
"What was that?" He snickered softly.
"I was just being a petty little bitch because you stopped messing around with me to go on a date." You whined, face flushing.
"So you're jealous?" His breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. "Baby girl, all you had to do was tell me how much you missed me."
"I missed you so much, Captain, please. I feel like I'm going insane."
"That's the point."
Steve's hand moved from your hair to your chest, massaging the plush flesh, thick calloused fingers swiping over your nipples and sending shockwaves to your core.
"Remember that time I made you cum just from this? Just from playing with your pretty little tits?" That drip in his voice never left. "God, remember the sound of your pretty little whimpers pleas is enough to get me off."
The shiver that went down your spine didn't go unnoticed. "But, that's not what I'm using you for tonight. You were a bad girl, you're lucky I didn't spank you more. So, I'm gonna use that tight little pussy to get myself off. And I don't fucking care if you cum or not," with a forceful push your face was buried in the mattress.
His large hands massaged your ass, spreading your cheeks. "Such a pretty sight. I'm half tempted to fuck that little ass of yours instead." He chuckled at the whimper that left you, watching as you wiggled your ass. "You wouldn't even care. That's how badly you want me to fuck you. Pathetic."
Seemingly having grown impatient with himself, Steve lined himself up with your core after swiping the tip through your soaked folds to make it easier. He gripped your hips in a way you knew you were gonna be bruised tomorrow and slammed in, forcing all the air out of your lungs with the force of his thrust.
He set a brutal pace, slapping your ass when he pleased, moaning and groaning out obscenities.
"Pretty little cunt squeezing me so perfectly."
"No man will ever be able to please you like I do."
"You're just my little cockslut and you fucking love it."
It was true. All of it, and you knew it. Steve brought out the best in you, sent you to the highest havens, made you want to do things no one else ever had.
A vice grip as your walls spasmed around his intruding member signaled you were close. It was amazing how he could get you there without even touching your clit. The white hot euphoria begin to build stronger and stronger in you, a perfectly angled thrust that felt like it hit your cervix ultimately being your demise as the dam broke and pleasure wiped over you.
A scream that died off into a strangled moan as he continued to thrust, chasing his own end with erratic movements. "Captain please, cum in me," you whined, pushing your ass back to meet his hips.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, finally spilling everything he had into you. A few more thrust to ride out his high before he pulled out, watching the mix of both of your cums dripping out of you.
"So pretty. Stay there, baby girl, let me clean you up."
Steve disappeared from behind you and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. He returned from his bathroom a moment later with a warm washcloth. "You might be a little sore, sugar, just breath m'kay?"
You nodded in response and relinquished in the feeling of Steve wiping you down. His touch disappeared and he appeared in front of you now, wearing a pair of pajama pants and holding a pair of his boxers and a t shirt. "Here’s some clothes, get dressed and let's cuddle."
He watched as you sat up and took them, slipping the shirt over yourself and tossing the boxers to the side, earning a light hearted chuckle from him. The softness on his face quickly changed to worry as he knelt down on the bed in front of you, cupping your face. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked.
A sleepy smile was all you could muster. "No you didn't. But I did miss you a lot, Captain." You're voice had a tease in it and Steve couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Pulling the covers out from beneath you two, he repositioned the both of you, pulling you into his side and letting silence consume you for a few minutes while the lustful moments sizzled out and changed to that of an intimate one.
"I feel like we have a lot to talk about," he finally spoke up.
A huff of an attempt to laugh fell from your lips, "Yeah, we do. But not right now. Tomorrow, I wanna savor this."
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Teen top reacting to their S/O being ready when they get home
A/N: … Hehe… so this wasn’t a request (I’m sorry!!) but most of our requests are currently mostly (if not all) BTS, EXO, GOT7, NCT, and SEVENTEEN, and I kinda wanted a break from that as of right now (also i’m extremely teen top trash ok) I hope you guys don’t mind this! Please check out Teen Top! (They just finished their promotions) they’re amazing and completly underrated! (also, as chunji is my ultimate bias, it’s very hard to write this, plus most of teen top are like my sons, anyways, I needa stop rambling) Also!! School for me gets out in less than two weeks!!!! So after that, I’ll start writing smut scenarios for all of you guys! I have to go now.. I’ll see you guys after hell week- I mean finals week ~Admin Jetplane
CAP:
“Aw, my little kitten, did you wait long for daddy?”
Chunji:
*Disbelief* “I could get use to this”
L.Joe (ex member)
“Wah, what’s this??”
Niel:
“I like this”
Ricky:
“Wah~ what’s this?? I love you babe!”
Changjo:
“Ah, have you been waiting long? Why don’t you have a blanket on? Aren’t you cold?”
Omg these blogs that accept teen top requests are really hard to come across!! I'm blessed 🙏Anyway, can i request an MTL for dominance in bed (if that makes sense) for teen top (if that wasn't obvious 🙈)
A/N: AHHH I got so happy when I saw this request i freaked out :”) Anyways here you go! ~Admin Jetplane
