I think I'll just take the thighsex and pass out for the rest😆🤣
Would you:
Let Liz pull and hold onto your arm from behind as Yujin is making out with you while you're thigh fucking Yujin.
Oh did I mention both Liz and Yujin have a vibrator inside them. Liz has her body pressed against you so you could feel the vibrations on your butt and back.
Yujin occasionally let's your cock brush between her pussy lips so that she could over stimulate you with her meaty thighs plus her spasming and dripping core.
You get to paint her thighs but most of it lands behind Yujin.
OR
Pounding Liz from behind but not really. Yujin is wearing a strap on behind you, her cock passes right through your legs penetrating Liz's tight entrance.
Your balls rests perfectly on her strap on, feeling it pulling them back and fourth as she pounds Liz.
Your only stimulation is Yujin whispering "Who's a good boy" as your hips crash against Liz cute butt when Yujin pushes forward. And if you're lucky, your tip grazing Liz's butthole feeling and witnessing it pucker up (but never penetrating it).
You get to direct all you load on Liz's back (and between her butt if you're lucky)
second option goat dink dink dink dink dink, thank for such kind ask frisk, sandwiched between liz and yojen goat goat goat goat goat
Got an idea after watching kim minju in her new drama. Undercover high school.
Dom minju manipulates you into fucking her.
Salacious
Kim Minju x Male Reader
100 words
A/N: Not exactly high-school-y lol. Also, thanks to msafterhours for taking a look at it!!!
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Nothing could’ve prepared you for how titillating this client is.
Your limbs spread out lifelessly on the couch as Minju bounces on your hard cock. She fucks you—truly, unequivocally. Your eyes roll up every time she slams herself down on your sweaty thighs, letting out low, guttural groans with each cycle. She’s gripping you like a vice. It’s as if somebody is lighting your loins ablaze. Her eyeliner is all smudged, lipstick smeared on her cheeks, red markings on your body—two hours of your meticulous preparation wasted. At least the event is already over.
Boss Isa tricks you, her secretary, that you'll be able to top and dom her, when in fact, she's still in control, being the power bottom
Untitled Isa Drabble
STAYC’s Lee Chaeyoung/Isa x Male Reader
100 words
The door to her office is already locked. Don’t worry about getting caught in the act.
Chaeyoung props herself up on the table with her hands as she takes your vigorous thrusts from behind. Her skirt is hiked up, giving you a nice view of those thick, creamy thighs. Her ass ripples with your motions—rhythmic, evident. She’s gripping you like a vice, setting your nerves on fire. Her panties are inside your pockets as a souvenir, for her to sit on her chair with nothing underneath her clothes.
“Cum inside me, breed my tight little pussy the way I deserve.”
Is this a worthy image for our resident peg master?
will it make you happy if i write a wonyoung pegging femboy reader duck
let's say you're a streamer for adults in college. you've never shown your face on stripchat, but you always bare your lithe body for the viewers to jerk off or jill to your hard cock poking out of your little skirt and cute, puckered asshole on most nights. you take care of yourself well, shaving your body hair, putting on whitening cream, painting your nails red to look pretty on your webcam. on daytime, you go to classes and study normally, wearing pants and a t-shirt like most boys do. nobody knows that you jerk off at night for the stripchat members. okay, maybe the nail might give it away, but nobody has ever confronted you about the fact.
until one day, you found a handwritten note saying "i know your secret, you genderbent whore, come meet me in the girls' bathroom in front of the first floor elevator at 4:15 tomorrow, wear your skirt"
you couldn't sleep that night because of the text. are you going to be exposed? are you going to get hurt? either way, it's a lose-lose situation for you, maybe letting them having their way with you might be a better choice.
so at four-fifteen on the next day, after making sure that no one is watching, you enter the girls' bathroom with a skirt inside your backpack that's already stuffed with your macbook and ipad among other things. then, a hand drags you into the stall.
"slut," the woman says as her hand grabs your shirt tightly. "didn't i told you to wear your goddamn skirt?"
it's wonyoung, your faculty's star winger, a tad taller than you by a few inches.
"it-it's in my backpack," you say weakly, hands moving toward the zipper to grab your skirt out of your bag. you quiver slightly as the garment comes out, and wonyoung just watches you, dissatisfied.
"i don't have time for this, you bitch. be quick, or i'll tell everyone that you stream yourself jerking off on the internet," wonyoung snarls before taking off her jeans. a strap sits readily on her hips, ready to plow your cute little ass so many people have seen.
your cock is already leaking, aroused, as you take off your pants and your boxers. wonyoung just grins at you devilishly to see it before she flips you around and puts you in the skirt.
she puts her lube on her shaft, and she fucks you, of course. "so fucking tight," she groans as her strap cock splits you open so easily. wonyoung pushes the dick in until she hilts, making your body quiver against the stall door, and she starts fucking your ass faster and faster. each hit jabs your prostate so fucking well.
"daddy! daddy!" you scream mindlessly as wonyoung plows your ass without any relent. her cock fits you so perfectly, as though your hole was made for it. your skirt sways with the motion of wonyoung fucking you. suddenly, wonyoung reaches forward to grab your cock and start jerking it!
"try streaming this on stripchat, slut. see how many guys and girls will tune in to me fucking the hell outta this tight little ass." she roars, before finishing the deed deep inside you. she pumps fake, white, hot cum into your asshole as she cums from the little plastic jabbing her cunt. you follow quickly, spurting ropes of semen onto the door, and it drips down onto the floor below you.
wonyoung giggles, not in a light-hearted fashion you've used to seeing her after scoring a goal. she then drags her cock out of your ass. your hole heaves and contracts with the force of her. it's missing something now, and only her cock can fill that void.
"next time, let's go live together at your place, bitch boy."
my headcanon about her is that she just loves cum so fucking much, and she'll empty your balls every time she gets the chance. she'll give you a blowjob (or a titjob) in the kitchen while you're cooking something. it doesn't matter if the act ruins the taste of the food, she just needs to feel your cum on her body or inside her mouth (and she'll swallow if it's the latter). she can't go a day without getting properly bred as well. she'll fucking beg so hard to ride you after a long day of work, and she'll bounce herself on your limp cock until you shoot cum into her. sometimes, when she's going to perform, she might have your cum glaze her lips for that glossy look on the stage, or have you breed her properly so that your cum will make her safety shorts wet!
You have no reply—too busy with your own task of savoring Dahyun’s brown, hard nipples, one to suck, one to knead.
“G–God, this is fucking amazing,” she shouts, you wonder if the crews could hear that.
“You l–love mommy’s tits, huh?”
You say it through the sucking, not wanting to leave her nubs, “Yes, mommy.”
Despite being enamored in the pleasure, Dahyun easily unbuckles your pants, and easily free your erection under the boxers. And wordlessly (except for the frequent whimpers), she starts stroking your cock.
“Ngh! M–Mommy.”
“I know, baby boy,” she coos. “I’ll cum with you, right here.”
Her hips set into a motion—grinding against your left thigh she’s sitting on, and you can feel the slick dampening her all-black cargo pants.
“You’re my favorite writer that I’ve worked with, you know?” She says.
“T–Thanks, mommy, i–in what terms though?” Looking into her eyes, you’re unable to gather much of your inhibition now. Sucking on Dahyun’s perky breasts while being jerked off, and having her cunt ground against you are quite a sensation.
“Let’s just say–” She dives in to nibble your flushed ear–gently, making you moan out once again. “–I want to win an Oscar with you.”
It’s there; your cock stiffens even harder in her grip, and you can feel that her thighs tenses up against yours. It’s there.
She’s the one to break first. “Ugh, I–I’m gonna cum.”
And she gasps, bending backwards without letting go of your needy length. Her mouth is ajar, eyes rolling up. “Fuck!”
“I–I’m next, mommy,” you say as she’s trying to catch her breath.
Dahyun reacts fast, detaching herself from your legs, while the sensation remains. She rapidly plants her knees on the ground–still shaking from the deluge earlier. And without a word, her lips envelop your shaft.
“M–Mommy~,” is the last word you can say before your vision turns white.
The silk proving to be a thin and yet effective barrier, keeping you on the edge craving for her touch
Up close all in your personal space, the scent of her body lotion is mesmerizing. That tummy, those shoulder ,all within your reach but you're not allowed to touch or sometimes even look at them.
Her foot teasing your inner thighs, just to see your erection bulge uncontrollably
And that outline certainly isn't helping...
She's going to give you a reward in the end right? Riiiight??
I'm one lustful individual, Frisky, here's a quickie lmao
Midnight Blues
LE SSERAFIM's Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader
1k words
It’s mostly your moans, really, as Sakura grins under the soft light from your television playing some fuckass Netflix rom-com, eyes focused on your torture. You can’t quite pinpoint where it started, but it’s like you’d care with her feet rubbing on your clothed thighs, anyway.
She hasn’t taken her shower yet, still in the midnight blue leather dress she wore for her stage today. White streaks of light are painted on it, and sweat can still be seen on her face. The smell of her rosy lotion and exhaustion permeate the room.
You shift on the couch, letting out a frustrated groan, “S–Sakura, please.”
“No, baby, I have a title. Say it and I’ll do it.”
Her soles contacting the clothed your sensitive area are trying to pull the words back inside your needy, slutty throat. “M–Mis–,” is what you can choke out.
“Mis–what, baby boy?” She asks in a sultry voice, the edge of her toes grazing your sacks, giving some expectations of what’s coming.
“Mistress.”
She lunges at your pajamas’ waistband, pulling it off to reveal your raging erection in a swift motion.
“Hard already?” Sakura chuckles, before sinking back onto the leather couch. It cries as it rubs against her suit.
“Y–Yes, mistress–ngh!” She grabs your cock with her bare soles. She strokes you while being careful of her long nails.
The room is filled with your slutty moans under the ministration Sakura is giving you. It has always been her expertise, really. There was a high-speed incident where it left you with your semen on the dashboard—to which she tastefully cleaned it up. Or the other time in the first class, where you had to suppress your moans to avoid waking up the other fellow passengers. Good thing she had her mouth on your cock by the time it spills your essence.
“M–Mistress, you’re s–so good at this,” you whine, hands gripping the poor fabric of your sofa.
“Thank you, baby,” she responds with a giggle, biting her finger while doing so. Fuck, if the footjob isn’t so damn good, you’d have leap onto her right now.
She ups the ante, rubbing your erection even quicker. And you can only moan out her name, “Mistress S–Sakura~,” as her heavenly dexterity continues to send electricity through you.
Again, she giggles at your pleasure. Her grip remains soft but tight on your length, at a moderato tempo. “Want me to go even faster, baby boy?”
“Y–Yes, mistress,” you reply in a haste.
She complies with your plea by speeding up her feet on your cock. Each stroke remains careful, yet so unrelenting at making you cum just for her, spreading your seed everywhere (but mostly, she prefers it inside her warm, welcoming mouth; she says that she loves your taste.)
“S–Sakura,” you say, trying to deliver something.
“Hey, my title, baby, remember?” Her voice laces with playful aggression, lower than it should be.
“No, I–I’m just gonna say t–that I love you, babe.”
And Sakura beams at your words.
“Aww, that’s so sweet baby, I love you too. Still,—” she moves in her seat just a little, trying to accommodate the pace she’s giving on your digit. “—you’ll have to cum for me, so let’s do this, alright, baby?”
You gaze back at her busy feet, seeing her rubbing your cock like that just sends shivers through you, doesn’t it? “Y–Yes, Sakura.”
The tempo is fast; it’s enough to make a sound louder than whatever the characters in your television are moaning right now. You can feel your impending climax from afar. It’s there, it’s there.
Sakura is probably feeling your orgasm coming with the tensed thighs, “Gonna cum, baby?”
“I–I think I–I’m close, mistress.”
“Wanna see more of me before you’re there, baby? Consider this a small gift,” she asks, hands seeming to toy with the zipper at the back. “Well, it’s not small, really.”
You let out a small laugh with the moan as you sheepishly nod at her proposal.
“Alright, baby.” She then unzips her leather top, still putting an effort into rubbing your raging cock. She slowly peels it off, revealing more bare, porcelain skin of hers at each second—neck, collarbones, cleavage. And then there’s the main course—her supple chest that you’ve always loved. Fuck, she even wears nothing underneath her sheer top. They look so smooth, so mouthwatering. Her brown, salivating nipples sitting atop of them is the best part of it, really.
And as it comes undone, she tosses the garment away, giving you the view of her bouncing, delicate breasts at each stroke.
“M–Mistress,” you involuntarily utter.
“Well, I don’t mind you staring, baby.” She laughs.
And with a few more strokes, you can feel it—the impending climax. It builds up inside your lower stomach. It seeps within your body like a plague—one that you’d let it destroy you.
“I’m gonna cum, mistress,” you mutter.
She smiles, before lifting off her seat, sinking to her knees in front of you. And within a whim, she easily swallows your cock, eyes focused on the target. You can do fucking nothing but moan.
“Yes, baby, moan for me,” Sakura says with your length being inside her cavern. “Cum for me.”
It’s almost there. Your thighs tense up, your grip on the couch has never been tighter, so is the tightness of her mouth. Her cheeks are hollowing just for you, creating such empyrean suction none can compare. She bobs her head up and down to push you to it—the orgasm you’ve always wanted.
“S–Sakura,” you utter, before giving in to your orgasm.
You spill loads and loads inside her wanting mouth as her eyes roll upwards to meet yours—so lost in the throes of pleasure. Your hips rock at each spurt, making your flesh hitting the depths inside her cavern. She silently yelps at each hit, jaws locked by your slutty cock.
It slowly dissipates, and you’re panting along with the descent. She laughs with your cock still stuffed within her mouth, before slowly, agonizingly, pulling herself out of it. You groan at the drag.
“Hmm, tastes good as always, baby.” She pulls her tongue out—all clean, unstained. She fucking swallowed it all.
