Retired!Simon
Smut 18+ part two to this, filthy smut, pwp, filthy filthy filthy, age gap, overstim, FILTHY, pussy slapping, throat fucking, oral (both)
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You text the number the moment you come home. Fuck seeming desperate or so, you'd be damned if you let the best fuck of your life get away. Fingers a bit trembly from excitement, just a simple 'hey'. You stare at the screen for a minute before putting your phone away. Like he'd reply that fast.
He must have been like forty or so, good chunk older than you. Crows feet around his eyes when he smiled - whatever one would could call the expression similiar to a semblance of a friendly intent he gave you before leaving you wrecked in the bathroom. Didn't even catch his name before he had your skirt pulled off, hand grabbing into the fat of your ass, roughly.
His touch still phantoms your body. Handling you like he's known you all his life, pushing, prodding, around the curves of a girl young enough to get questioning stares if seen together outside. Maybe you even would be desperate enough to just call him. Maybe that's excatly what he wanted, making you beg for it, knowing how those fifteen minutes were more than a quick fuck for something so young and inexperienced as you. Mean. But you like it in some way. The game of cat and mouse had long begun before you knew you were part of it.
No answer for three days and you're jumpy. Always looking at your phone, biting your lips, ignoring the achy pain in your cunt that was begging for relief. But your vibrator wasn't cutting it anymore, barely able to push you over the edge and no gratification with it. You just can see those honeyed brown eyes of his, nursing a drink in the evening while reading over your simple text, asking when you'd break.
You hope he would show up on the golf course again, maybe you'd recognise his friends and ask them a few things. Anything to give you a sense of control in whatever you had entered. It doesn't get as far, because on the fourth night your thumb has its own plans and before you know the phone rings. Once, twice, thrice. Then finally the thick, accented voice comes through, your thighs clenching, a burst of joy rushing through your body.
"Already missin' me, doll?"
He was enjoying it way too much.
"H-hey."
Butterflies in your stomach and you lightly slap yourself to get yourself together.
"Didn't reply to my text, so thought I'd call."
"Yeah? What can I do for ya?"
Smug bastard. Like he didn't know.
"Hoped I could see you again."
Your hand laid open.
"Hm. A straightforward one, aren't you, doll. Atta girl."
You hear glass clanking on the other side of the line. He did seem like a whiskey type of man.
"Whenever you want to."
Of course he'd say that.
"Right now?"
Maybe your pussy was doing the talking for you.
"That desperate f'me?"
A soft chuckle on his side.
"Alright, get your pretty ass here."
Didn't expect that to work. Maybe you weren't the only one needing this.
"Where do you live?"
"I'll send you a cab."
"T-thanks."
"One more thing."
You pause in your movement, already scurrying to get changed into something more presentable.
"Simon's the name. Remember it. Gonna be screaming it a lot tonight."
"S-simon..."
You cry out, hips trembling as his thick cock slides out slowly. A gush of slick pools around your ass but you don't nearly have enough braincells to care about the ruined bed, tears streaming down down your cheeks.
"p-please..."
His bulbous tip smacks your clit and your eyes roll back.
"Please what?"
"L-let me cum."
Of course he had been edging you all night, eating you out only to pull away once your back arched up and you were babbling his name like a prayer. His thick cock had sank in, wrecking your cunt, a thumb on your clit only giving you light strokes every now and then. Your folds were sticky, glistening, the amount of juices he had forced out of you made you want to cry. You had been so frustrated the past days, nothing feeling good and now that you were so close, he only bullied your poor cunt until she was swollen, crying all over him.
"Why should I?"
"P-please..."
His cock sinks back in and your lip wobbles. God it felt so good but it wasn't enough. Not when he was moving so slowly, hands sunk into the fat of your chest almost painfully. Your clit was throbbing from the onslaught of feelings, clenching, begging for more. You must look pathetic, lying there in that mating press, soaking through everything, your panties lying somwhere, ripped apart.
"Gotta work for it, doll."
It was burning between your legs. You were going crazy, fat drops of slick hitting the expensive rug unter your knees while he was feeling his fat cock down your tiny throat. Your eyes weren't focused anymore and you don't know if you were even breathing, dizzy enough that your head felt empty, static.
"Look at your poor throat. 's all stretched out, eh? Body too small for my cock?"
He gives you a mean thrust and you gag around him, more tears rolling out your eyes. Your hands were gripped into his muscular thighs, not knowing if to push away or endure so maybe he'd give you what you needed. Not like you'd manage to actually pull away, his hand on the back of your head, making you move up and down his length.
"Like taking older men's cock into your mouth? Making good use of every hole you got."
His words were gasoline to the fire inside you. Every time your cunt clenched, you could hear, hear the squelching that came with it, like his cock had gaped you enough over the hour he had just sat inside you and played with your body.
"Oh yeah, you love it. Dirty cunt's ruined for any other man, eh? Might as well get my name tattooed on there."
He finally pulls out, the relief of being able to properly breathe again barely important compared to finally have his cock stretching out your wall again. He makes you crawl back onto the bed and spread your legs so he could inspect the damage he's done, sinking in three fingers with no resistance.
"You'd really do anythin' for me to fuck you properly, eh?"
All you can do is whimper weakly, clenching your cunt.
His palm comes flat down, delivering a light slap onto your folds and you cry out. Again, he starts slapping your pussy, making loud plapping squelches echo off his room while you try to scurry away from the pain, screaming out his name in hopes he's stop.
"Ah, no, no running away, doll."
A hand on each leg pulling you back down.
"You want to cum?"
"Y-y-yes..."
You gargle out, feeling the knot building, hot embarrassment washing over you, knowing what was coming. He spit onto your cunt, glob of saliva running down, feeling cool against your reddened folds. Then he started again, sharp slaps against your cunt, grazing your poor clit, making you flinch every time the sharp pain burned so good against you. And the coil built up again, growing and growing, vining up your torso until you were crying out his name every time his hand made contact with your poor body.
“Here we go.”
A strong gush of liquid drenches him, your body shaking, lips opened in an attempt to scream and he starts fucking his fingers into you. A second gush comes right after, your thighs wet and slippery, your body engulfed in blazing bliss, your eyes rolling so far back, you swear you were seeing the back of your skull.
“Atta girl. C’mon, do it again.”
Another slap and more liquid just explodes out your wrecked body. He’s got you on your tummy moments later, cock slipping in and his pace picks up. Quick, brutal, like he did in the bathroom, he pummels your pink hole until you were sure she would never ever want another man inside. Strokes that hit your cervix, punched the air out of your lungs, the slickness your clit was pressed into every time his body weight slammed into you bordering on painful.
“Getting your cunt ruined by some old man. You ought to respect yourself some more, eh?”
Your thighs starts to tremble again. You let out a strained moan, fingers holding onto his wrist like he’d slow down if you did. A few more strokes and you feel him nestling his load right under your womb.
“Fuckin’ good pussy. Best one so far.”
You think he’d let you stay like that, tummy down on his dirty bed, finally giving you rest. But the moment he pulls out, he puts your limp body onto his lap, hand on your chest, groping and occasionally sinking a finger or so into you to push his seed back into you.
“You still want to cum? Still want my fingers in that dirty hole o’yours?”
You whine weakly, trying to shake your head no.
“Yeah? Alright.”
And he starts back at zero, three fingers in your cunt, brutal pace, until you were emptied all over again, his seed now spread across your lower half as all you manage is gargle out pleas of his name and some incoherently strung together syllables. The next orgasm makes you question if you were still alive. There was a constant dribble of slick running out your cunt, your clit swollen two twice its size, the firm slap of his palm felt in your entire nervous system.
The has the audacity to press a kiss against your soft lips, once he’s done. A hot towel cleaned you up and his arms carried you over to another room. You were out of it and the moment you smelled fresh sheets and a blanket was pulled over you, you enter the deepest slumber of your life.
lohen wants u to choke him content | nsfw, fem!reader, pet name used lit once, estab relationship, masochism, short drabble
“c’mon bunny, don’t be shy,” he cooed. “just imagine i’m a big, scary monster.”
lohen hovered on top of you, his face and body inches from yours. with every sigh of mockery he made, you shuddered from the intensity.
“i—i’m not gonna do that,” you rasped quietly. “choking? lohen, you’re—”
you cut yourself off. of course lohen was crazy. you had no right to act shocked.
he chuckled. every sound he made only felt like a shivering taunt. it’d make your heart bristle every single time.
with those fogged, dazed, red eyes, he stared right into you as he said, “are you scared you’ll hurt me? hah, i’m flattered.”
before you can say anything — process anything, he flipped the two of you in a secure yet winding whirl, making you now nestled on his hips, looking down at him where he was flat on his back.
his cold hands slowly, clinically rubbed up and down along your hips. as if you were just a delicate little thing. a delicate little thing that he just asked to choke him.
“do it,” he said, his voice hoarse and expectant.
you took a deep breath. looking into those bumbling, big, red eyes of his, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny any of his requests. especially when you were on top of him, feeling the faint twitching of his cock beneath you.
your hands found his torso, feeling the outline of him as they languidly traced their way to his neck. and then, once your hands gripped him firmly, and you noticed an excited flare in lohen’s eyes;
ack!
the intense, mind-numbing pressure of your fingertips disturbing his larynx caused lohen to make incessant, curdling sputtering sounds. he slightly jolted himself more flush against you, causing your breath to hitch. you softened your grip for a mere moment.
lohen coughed raggedly. “what’s wrong?” he heaved. “don’t worry, i’m enjoying it,” he purred.
you didn’t need him to say it to know that he was enjoying it. as you squeezed the flesh of him once more, you could feel his dick stirring to life in his pants. and his bulge pressed warmly against your dampened underwear.
you had no idea your childhood best friend jeon jungkook was into girls as well but a simple uncertainty regarding his dating choices lead to you being taught a steamy lesson.
genre : smut, fluff, crack, slice of life.
warnings | tags : mdni! explicit language, making out, bratty jk (muhaha), body worshipping, shy/oblivious oc, titty suck!ng, jk has a dating history, playing with pus&y, finger!ng, pillow princess oc, dirty talking, praising, lowk pwp, mutual pining, nicknames etc
word count : 2.7k+
you were lathering yourself up in a sweet vanilla scented body lotion after showering when you heard a shuffling noise from the window behind you.
you glanced back just to confirm your instinct, and to your correct anticipation, it was none other than your childhood best friend jeon jungkook, climbing into your bedroom through the window.
“you know we have this thing called a ‘door’ genius”
you muttered while closing the lid of the product and kept it back on your dresser, organising few items here and there.
“just brushing up my fire escape skills”
he shrugged and jumped on top of your queen sized bed with a big plop, squishing your plushies and pillows along, in a record time.
you on the other hand were hardly surprised by his answer because the guy had been obsessed with firemen, trucks and rescue kits since his early teens and given the amount of hot fireman posters on his walls and dating history consisting majorly of only blue collar workers, he sure knew what he liked.
“wanted to show you something by the way” he picked out his phone from the pocket of his loose jeans and scrolled down his camera roll as you went to lay down beside him after fixing the comforter over your bare legs.
“mhm go ahead” you replied.
“check this girl out, we matched last night” he whipped out a picture of a pretty girl having long brown hair and dark eyes.
“what do you think?” he handed his phone over to you.
with furrowed eyebrows and a slight confused nod, you confirmed her, “she’s pretty”
but…
“on this dating app?” you asked hesitantly.
“yeah. should i meet her tomorrow?” he looked up at you for assurance, unconsciously leaning towards the warmth of your neck.
you were used to being overly affectionate with him, and as a matter of fact it was a ritual for you guys to cuddle while scrolling reels or watching movies on weekends.
it was friendly gesture to you both (or so you thought) and nothing extraordinary.
your hand automatically flew towards his hair as you started playing with it blankly, also, scratching his scalp occasionally.
he hummed lowly at how good it felt.
however, your confusion remained intact until you decided to point out the obvious,
“koo that’s a girl, i think you meant someone else” you laughed and returned his phone back but paused for a moment to notice that he’s not reciprocating your energy back.
“um and?” he frowned. “what’s wrong with that?”
“huh?” you were genuinely confused now. your best friend of 12 years, who was loud and proud gay through and through wanted to go on a date with a girl?
what exactly did you miss out on?
walking down your memory lane, you’ve never heard of any girl’s name leaving his mouth except for that one time when the sorority president who sabotaged his literature assignment, got caught.
“are you serious-serious?” you looked him in the eyes to confirm if he’s joking or not. “yes y/n i’m dead serious? what’s not clicking?” he sulked at your expression.
“but wait why? what’s wrong? you don’t like her?”
he innocently went over her profile again to re-check if he’s missing something out.
“n-no i mean” you really didn’t know how to ask him in a better way.
how was he up for dating a girl suddenly after being gay for almost all his life?
you can’t even be obvious about it since you knew how insanely quick-witted your best friend was. he would easily catch on at any implication.
it was also kind of embarrassing and problematic in this case because you’re supposed to be his BEST friend, how come you’re so oblivious?
so ultimately, you came up with something only an idiot would,
“what about jaehyun? i thought you were going out with him?”
“uh we were just friends with benefits for a little while and honestly we didn’t quite hit it off” he promptly answered “kind of a douchebag you know?” he added.
now, he fully observed your disoriented expression.
“u-um then what about aaron?” you nervously licked your lips only to taste your sweet lip balm, which did not taste as sweet anymore.
“we’re just friends—“ he sat up briefly, “—wait.. what’s going on inside your head?” jungkook scanned you up and down with his wide doe eyes, expecting direct answers but you fumbled miserably.
you felt the warmth on your cheeks rise up from being stared at so intensely. a wave of humiliation and embarrassment creeped into you slowly.
“c’mon tell me” he tilted his head to get a better look at you.
you looked back at him momentarily before refusing eye contact again.
“go ahead” he proceeded to coax you to explain yourself.
but, you played with the ends of your cotton nightdress, still unable to meet his demanding gaze.
“you go out with girls now?” you finally asked with a small voice, almost inaudible.
firstly, jungkook’s eyebrows drew in together in confusion but was followed by his signature smirk curling up on his lips. “why are you surprised? i thought you knew that i go out with girls as well” he shrugged his shoulders as if it was the most normal thing ever.
“w-what?” your eyeballs almost fell off your sockets. your best friend goes out with girls as well? correction, your GAY best friend goes out with girls as well?
“you thought i only date men?” he pushed his tongue against his cheek and laid back down again, as though he enjoyed seeing right through you.
“n-no” you absolutely hated yourself for stammering at the wrong time but you were not even present in the moment. you looked back over the past and rechecked all the calculations in your head but all the records still say your best friend is very damn gay.
“i’m bisexual y/n, i thought you i told you” he shrugged nonchalantly.
you felt the floor being swept away from your feet immediately.
“HUH?” you said a bit too loudly but jungkook just smirked and nodded, “we just don’t talk about it often i guess”
you felt like shit, you’ve been betraying jungkook for years now (or the other way round).
“how come you’re telling this to me today? you never had any ‘girl’ problems to discuss with me?” you both were inseparable since childhood and so it was obvious that you knew about each other’s relationship game.
you wanted to pat yourself on the back for finally having a good comeback.
however, he just laughed shamelessly at your face and answered, “i usually ask tae but he’s out there cruising in maui with his new girlfriend” he took your hand and put it back on his hair again.
“and moreover i didn’t wanna make that poor girl feel threatened or anything”
well, now you were officially out of comebacks and felt like a rabid loser who needs to burrow a hole and hibernate for ten years in order to recover from this humiliation ritual.
“you’re really bisexual?? but—but you only ever dated guys as far as i know”
he sighed out, “i know, i rarely go out with girls. the last time i went out with a girl was..” he paused to kiss his teeth “remember rei? that girl from my art history class? we were sort of in a messy situationship until she backed off”
now that you think of it, you actually remembered hearing her name a couple of times from jungkook last year, but you chose to ignore it because it was lowkey irrelevant given how she was seen with a different guy every week.
“i feel so stupid” you pouted while absentmindedly brushing his luscious locks but, paused indefinitely as all of a sudden you’re hit with the thought,
HE WAS ATTRACTED TO GIRLS.
guys AND girls as well.
your mind quickly went over your past and present actions which you displayed around him — like twirling around in nothing but your undergarments during sleepovers, video calling him from your shower to pick out a shampoo, changing your clothes infront of him, ignoring the intent of any sort of touch which were otherwise considered inappropriate.
“shit” you cussed yourself inside your head.
jungkook looked up again from his position to see you turning tomato red. “what’s wrong” he teased, as though he knew exactly what you were thinking about.
you were pulled out of your daze when your buffy best friend hovered on top of you, and pinned you down with his arms caging both sides of your head.
you were left breathless, as if someone pulled all the air out of your lungs at once and your mind went blank.
you didn’t know what to do.
so you whispered, “hi”
“well, hello” he laughed softly above you and you felt his minty breath hit your lips. “what’s going on inside that pretty head of yours?” he asked and all of a sudden the room felt warmer and every little word he uttered, made your head spin.
“gotta tell me y/n” he leaned down and nuzzled your neck, running his nose all over it.
if you were in this same position two days back, you would’ve experienced this under different circumstances but as of now, it sent tingles down your spine and you squirmed under his firm hold.
“i think—”
you were running out words and the indecent man on top of you brushed his full lips on your collarbone smoothly, “you always smell so good”
he knew exactly what he was doing to you and was infact enjoying it, given from the upward curving of his mouth.
“i don’t know” your words made no sense and your mind went blank when his hand travelled downward. “i think you know sweet girl” he fiddled with the hem of your nightdress and lifted it up.
you let out a breath of shock which he ignored and brushed his big hand on your thighs.
goosebumps ran across your entire body and you feel your nipples pebble up against his clothed chest, heck you were not even used to wearing a bra around him, never felt the need to.
you don’t think you ever felt this indecent and depraved in your whole entire life.
“running around in nothing but your lingerie, pressing your tits against me everytime we cuddle, kissing my face everytime i bring you groceries… i think you know exactly what you do”
jungkook licked his lips and took in your breathless form with a teasing smile. “answer me baby” he hooked his finger on the elastic corner of your underwear, pulled on it, only to let it go and slap against you.
you shivered at the effect and shook your head. you were going insane and never thought you’d get this pliant under your childhood friend.
“i think a dirty girl like you needs to be fixed hm?” he toyed with his lip piercing and smirked down at your shivering form.
you on the other hand, were unable to form a coherent sentence so nodding was your only response.
he wasted no time however to let his veiny hand travel up against your clothed breast as he grabbed one mound and palmed at the soft flesh. you flushed back against the heap of pillows and closed your eyes shut to feel his hand massage soothingly.
his thumb flicked on your perky nipple, and rolled it around with his index. pleased with your reaction, he mirrored the same action with your other boob.
“always wanted to have you like this” his sudden confession made your eyes fly open instantly but he swallowed whatever you were about to say and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you like you were the only girl on his mind.
jungkook’s moisturised lips latched against yours as he angled his head to get a better grip on you. additionally, if this wasn’t torture enough, his tongue slowly massaged its way into your mouth and played with yours.
you felt your pussy throb against his hard length which was now pressed against your thigh.
“k-kook”
you circled your hands around his neck, pulling him closer than ever. your lips eventually get used to his and you felt a tingling sensation down your spine.
your let your back arch against his muscular body and let out a whiny moan when he traced the lines of your pussy over your panties.
he felt a wet patch of your arousal sticking to the core,
“so wet for me mama” he rasped out.
you blushed heavily at his dirty words and on the other hand, one strap your nightdress already slipped off of your shoulder.
he wasted zero seconds to help tug the other one down as well.
jungkook briefly pressed his lips on yours again and pulled the flimsy material down from your chest, and proceeded to leave small kisses and nips down your throat, all the way down to your tits.
“pretty girl” he looked up at you through his dark locks and closed his wet mouth around your nipple. you arched against his tongue which was playing with your pebbled mound. you felt like exploding at the feeling of him sucking and nipping at your tits. his hand went around your waist to grab you properly as you couldn’t stop moaning.
“o-oh god” you whimpered again when he took turns at suckling on both of your tits, leaving them aching and red with need. he also busied his other hand at rubbing over the soft flesh.
“too much kookie” you lolled your head back and closed your teary eyes, drunk in pleasure.
“too much huh? can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy and show you how i do it, bet it’s already weeping f’me like you” his dirty mouth was sending you over the roof and you could literally come right now just by looking at his handsome face. it was a new side of him which you unfortunately had never witnessed, but were thanking all of divinity presently for letting you experience it.
satisfied with your reaction, he skillfully removed your pink underwear to side and let his veiny hand toy with your pussy, circling the clit with his thumb after collecting the sticky moisture from around it.
“f—feels so good koo”
you breathe loudly as your chest heaved up and down, jungkook felt his pant tightening up even more upon seeing your wet swollen nipples begging for more attention. you looked like a goddess under him, whimpering and laying down all obedient for him to do whatever he pleases.
as though jungkook heard your body, he turned back again to envelop your fleshy tit in his warm mouth while simultaneously playing with your clit.
“what a good girl, gonna come f’me now mama?” his middle finger teased your hole and gently rubbed at the entrance only to finally push it inside. “fuck you’re so tight” jungkook felt your warm pussy squeeze his finger and he could only imagine how that would feel against his heavy cock.
“kookie please—” you drooled and sobbed at the feeling of his big hand going all over your womanhood.
his finger rolled in the depths while his thumb abused your clit simultaneously.
“i-i’m gonna cum” hot tears rolled down your cheeks and jungkook wasted no time to kiss them away, “yeah?” he inserted another one and rocked them inside your squelching pussy. your tits jiggled out of the vibrations and he whispered, “should’ve had you like this long back, now let go for me baby, let go for kookie”
your orgasm came crashing down on you like wild ocean waves hitting the shore before a storm and you let out a deep throaty moan, crying and mumbling gibberish onto the pillow as the feeling soothes down your entire body.
“s—so good”
the cooling after shocks leave you shivering against his buffy chest as he guided you through your orgasm, rubbing sweetly all over and coaxing you with kisses.
he then pulled out his fingers gently which left your pussy gaping empty and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact with you. the lewd sight itself could make you come again.
“get on your fours baby, we’re not done yet” he peppered a sweet lingering kiss on your lips and slapped your ass playfully.
• read PART : 02
★ notes by buzzyjoonie : hii everyone!!! i hope you liked reading my first ever fanfiction in here ‹𝟹 english is not my first language hence, please pardon any typos! kindly drop a like/comment and let me know if you have any suggestions.
Dennis has had a persistent fascination with bondage. He had been introduced to it by a man at a gay bar, who spoke about it so plainly and casually that it had sparked something in Dennis that hadn’t been quelled.
When Robby finds out, Dennis turns beet red and mumbles excuses about how he didn’t want it *that* much and that it was just a passing thought.
Robby, though, won’t let it go, and calls Jack, who had been into bondage since med school. Robby would know.
Jack shows up with the soft rope on a day they all had off, and dennis is horrified. He tries to tell them both that it really isn’t a big deal and that they didn’t have to do this. He argues all the way to the bed, all the way until his hands are tied together behind his back and his calves tied to his thighs.
Robby sits himself in the plush chair in the corner of the room, palming himself through his pants as Jack positions Dennis however he wants him.
Dennis, who won’t stop talking, eventually gets gagged for his behavior and the two older doctors swear they can see his brain kick down a few gears.
Jack is a wonderful fuck, Dennis and Robby both know all about it, and soon Dennis is falling apart on the man’s cock.
His eyes roll back into his head and Jack roughly grabs his face, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
“Eyes on me, pretty boy. I want to see your eyes when you come apart for me.”
Dennis struggles against the binds, crying, trying to get farther away from the direct stimulation but it’s to no avail. Jack watches carefully to make sure Dennis isn’t tapping out.
When he doesn’t, Jack leans down in Dennis’s ear and whispers, “can’t get away from me, pretty thing. You’re mine to do whatever I please with tonight. You hear me?”
Dennis just whines through his gag and throws his head back.
Robby swears it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life.
ꗃ Summary: Every champion has its perks and gratuity, whether it'd be money, medals, trophies, fame, luxuries and other opulence you could ever name, but it's different for him. For him you are everything, you're his. Just imagine what would he feel seeing you getting touch by some insolent fan of his, that filthy and grubby fingers entangled in your hair, caressing the crown of your head, and you only let them do it? Are you aware of the consequences? You should.
ⓘ Warnings: porn with plot, description of boxing, blood and violence mentioned, possessive toji, marathon sex, bathtub sex, size kink, belly bulge, mating press, manhandling, degradation, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, cumflation, choking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, dumbification, missionary, body worship, slapping, spanking, fucking over a phone call, uses the term: cunt, pussy, somnophilia, not proofread.
Murmurs, gossips, rumors and half-baked claims. That's all you hear and all you see, whenever you go out for groceries, draped with long coats, a pair of masks and a black sunglasses, when you scroll throughout the media, hell you barely go out because of your relationship but still, it's all the same thing.
Your eyes scanned the screen of your phone, softened yet saddened, reading articles and headlines of your lover's success and immediate bad remarks,Toji Fushiguro.
In the care of his home as it was yours as well, spacious condominium and multiple rest houses, the comfortable humming of the air-conditioning set a cozy atmosphere within the room, there hanged and displayed his awards, medals, trophies and championship belts, but there was your picture with him sat beside of all his hard-earned opulences, glimmering brighter than any of it.
You met Toji even before he started to pursue boxing, you were his first. His beloved, The one that softened his brute and hardened heart. You remembered, no, you reminisced the times.
There you sat in the golden hour, sunset bleeds, seeping through the window as the curtain danced in the breeze, the crisp of the pages when anyone flips it, the incoherent murmurs of the students sets you to mood, though you pondered as you gently glided your pen on the paper. He stared at your form for hours, you felt it, the burning holes on your back. Toji Fushiguro.. he was a complex character in your book though harmless most especially to you, unconsciously you guys became friends, mutuals, the way his gaze dripped into your form like he's carving the every crevice of you into his memory, immortalizing you. even when the teachers are calling for him he wouldn't budge, he bugged you, the large pad of his palm pats your head tenderly, will tease you, he shares his lunch with you even when he's not that blessed financially, Toji noticed that you don't eat so he reminds you so, You were top of the class afterall, you kept studying until the sun is down, Someone that was definitely not on his level, You were classmates, high-school sweethearts if you may.
Toji's definitely not the one to start a fight.. well not until you came into his life. Not only that you were top of the class, you also get people to cling on you, and he didn't like it, not one bit.
Though he does understand why people would cling on you, you were smart, pretty, and handsome, that's literally it, what's there to not like? Though one thing that he didn't like about you is that you're too kind.
You let people touch the places that he caressed, you let people touch the every fiber of you ever so carelessly. Toji felt his stomach churned as his jaw locked, teeth gritting at the sight.
His patience finally ran out, he felt something inside of him ignited when he saw you, cornered at the corridor with some lousy student who reeked cigarettes and failed hook-ups, you look extremely uncomfortable and scared, pressing your textbooks in your chest, avoiding eye contact, pushing the man away as the he forced his way to kiss you as he slithered his hands on the small of your back.
Then it collided.
A clean punch, straight to the face.
The man flew to the ground with a thud, he was knocked-out.
OH MY GOD, HE KILLED HI—
You screamed internally as your mouth agape in shock, dropping your textbooks on the ground with a thud, eyes widening when you saw Toji clasps your wrist gently, telling you to follow him.
“ Calm down, pretty. He's not dead. ”
You heard his voice, deep and gravelly, you listened. You then noticed the texture of his hand gripping your wrist, it was large, the pad of his palm were rough, you also felt the line of his scars, yet they were warm and clean.
Toji led you to a place, part of the campus that you've never been to, It was quite hidden after all. It was full of wild flowers and grasses, trees standing tall, shielding the grassy pasture from the sunlight, the atmosphere were calming, as the cold wind greeted you.
“ How did you know of this place..? ”
You asked in wonder, as you saw Toji already sat down, leaning his back beneath a tree, patting to the ground beside him for you to sit.
“ Let's just say that I like to explore. ”
“ And go skip classes? How adventurous. ”
“ Wow. I just saved your ass and this is what you're going to pay me back? ”
You giggled at the dry sentiment, eyes crinkled into a crescent like shape, blinking only see Toji's gaze upon you, you breath hitched as you stayed silent.
Toji liked you, whether you believe it or not, he was smitten even. But the question is how? Yes your overwhelming good qualities is there but there's just something about you that he couldn't get enough. He never found it on anyone else he ever encountered.
Toji remembered the day he met you. He was utterly miserable and battered with gashes and bruises, his hair was a storm from the brutal training he experienced, he sat down on a swing at some random playground and there was you, who offered him some water and a towel with your name initials sewed, wafting the fabric conditioner and a light conversation, treated him like a human in need, the way your eyes held such gentle gaze, your fingers treading to his entangled inky black strands, Toji never felt so safe from someone who's your size.
He bit his lip, as he tasted the metallic taste of blood from his freshly opened scar on his lip. His family was quite famous when it comes to sports and enterprises, The reign of prodigies, The Zenin family, but he rebelled against them, changed his last name, he gained freedom, though under one condition, he'd pursue boxing and win championships.
You noticed the forming scar on his lips, it bled out, abruptly standing up to buy some medicine or antiseptic cream some of sorts only to feel a warm yet rough palm grasping your frigid arm from the temperature, looking down to see Toji's gunmetal irises, almost in a pleading way, pleading you to not leave him alone.
“ Stay. ”
The arena roared like thunder, while the broadcasters gossiped, and joked through the mic, echoing throughout the stadium, sharing their insights about the possible outcome of the fight.
The fans shouted his name, chanting it like some prayer, they cheered for him like he already won, he saw signs and a tons flirtatious messages and innuendos.
It is not a surprise that Toji has down bad fans and a few stalkers in the span of his boxing career, he's big, broad shoulders that can easily tower over someone, slender waist, rippling mounds of muscles across his arms and thighs down to his strong legs.
To be honest, Toji never really cared about some obsessive fans and stalkers bothering him, because in reality, they wouldn't even try to get close, because they can't, Toji is already capable of handling himself to some minor inconveniences and danger of the disrespectful fans, Yes they could post some of his thirst traps online for clout or something, they don't matter to him, they could dwell on his past for all he care, make insane headlines about him but one thing that the publicity could never touch is his lover, you.
Toji's refined and smooth skin glistened beneath the gleaming lights, his sweat dripping down his chin down to his chest, his dark strands sticking in to his forehead, sharp eyes, his pinkish, plump lips forming a thin line as his scar parted, smirking from the sight of his opponent, as he pounded his gloved fist together— bouncing off his feet, to warm up.
Whenever he was in a match, he would think of you, waiting for him at the backstage, sitting prettily as you watch him through the big screen, wearing his olympic jacket draping over your small figure, so when he wins, he would hang his gold medal adorning your neck as it shines.
He snapped out of his trance when heard his coach yell at him, signaling him and giving him instructions, Toji merely hummed as his adjusted his black mouth guard and head guard in place, answering his coach, muffled.
“ Do you hear me, Fushiguro? ”
“ Loud n’ clear, boss. ”
You shuffled at Toji's temporary quarters, fixing and tidying up his mess as you guys will go home together, stuffing his clothes and other necessities in his duffel bag, you hummed, hearing your lover's PR team scramble on their feet as the fight finally starts, leaving you alone, you were contemplating if you're going to the manager's office, there hanged the enormous screen to watch.
After you finished tidying up, you went to your own bag, prada. It was gifted by Toji on Valentine's Day, reaching inside to get your so called essentials, mask, sunglasses and a cap, to cover your image, unlike Toji, you would actually like to entertain fans though he never lets you, he never did, though you understand why.
You went your way to the manager's office room, the air conditioning hits your face gently, sitting down at some chair.
The match finally started as you sat down.
You watched Toji swung his fist with accuracy and impact, as it collided to his opponent's cheek, tilting his head guard to the side, you winced.
“ Yikes—! That will sent me to coma, immediately. . .”
After a few rounds, the tension is getting too high, hot even. Everything's on the flow until the bastard opponent purposely spat on Toji's foot, just to anger him, spoiling his mood, only for Toji to land a final blow on him that took a tooth from him in the process, knocking him out, he must've seen stars.
You barely contained yourself from laughing, remember.. you need to stay behaved, you watched through the screen as the referee finally took Toji's bulging arms up, declaring his victory, you squealed from your seat in glee.
You stood up from your seat, turning off the television, making your way out only to bump into someone.
“ Are you Toji Fushiguro's manager, can I please get his autograph? Is he here?! ”
Your eyes widened at the sight, you scanned his appearance, he was tall, his body was quite toned as well, greyish hair, tanned, lime eyes, he was wearing a backstage pass, though he might've got it wrong, it was a fan, you never met a fan before. Wait, why is he here..?
“ Oh.. I think you've mistaken me for someone else, though Toji isn't here yet, this is the manager room as you can see, kindly get out please. ”
You politely dismissed the fan, only for him to clasp your hand together, you gasp.
“ Uhm, Sir.. I think this is not a great ide— ”
“ Would you please accompany me to the backstage? ”
This. . .This man is really stubborn and quite irritating.
“But this is the back stage, you just got the specific venue wrong. Dumbass.”
You internally thought, as you retreat one of you arm from his grip, you gave him the look.
“ Fine, follow me. ”
“ Woah, you're really kind...”
“ Quiet. ”
You led him to backstage room, only to found the PR team already tidying up the place, some of the staff greeted you.
“ This is the backstage, you may sit right over there.. ”
You pointed at the chair beside the coffee table, only to feel a hand patting your head rather harshly, messing your hair in the process, with one hand pinching your cheek even with the mask on.
“ You're really kind y'know that, though what's your name and why are you wearing a mask, are you sick? You're quite cute too. ”
Once again your eyes widened as you mouth agape, as the staff froze on what they're doing and tried to warn the man as if he was asking for his early death (he is).
You tried to tell him to stop but your words only go into his ear and comes out to the other side, you also tried smack his hands away, the staff also tried to help, but it was too late, you felt it from a mile away.
He's here.
And he saw it, the way that the man is holding you.
Oh you fucked up.
Your legs felt like jelly, they're shaking as you take it, your chest heaved, whimpering as you drooled into his broad chest,
“ What'd I tell ya about meeting my fans, hmm. . .? You dumb boy. ”
His words slurred into your head as you felt his long and think fingers, pump in and out of you covered in slick, his other hand smacked the globe of your ass, watching it jiggled in friction as you let out a wonton moan.
“ Fuuck— look at you, clenching your cute little cunt on my fingers. ”
You merely buried your face into his neck, arms scratching his back, the cold surface of the gold medal pressed up against his broad chest, it was hanging on your neck, muffled whimpers was heard, feeling his long fingers curling inside your gummy walls.
“ Nghh— m'sorry. . . won't do it again! ”
You lift your head to apologize, tears filling your eyes, only to choke on your own saliva, you felt his fingers protruding and bullying your prostate dead on, rubbing against your walls, as you writhed and shake uncontrollably.
“ NGHH— ”
Toji pushed his thick fingers in and out of your creamy hole, slick dripping and coating the globe your ass, making obscene sounds, slippery and wet delicious noises, your thighs throbbed.
“ Such a greedy slut, aren't you, doll? ”
You bucked your hips, grinding down into his fingers, straddling his strong arm, locked, you felt Toji's hands gripping your legs together, lifting it up to your head, pulling his fingers out of your tight fucking hole, dipping his head down to suck your creamy hole, his slick tongue licking the stripe of your ass, slipping his long tongue in your warm walls, frothy spit dribbling down his chin down to his neck, glistening, your felt his plump lips ghosting just righton top of your tight ring, his scar, feeling heat in your tummy.
Toji pushed apart your legs, going for your lips, kissing you sloppily, you tasted the slick, feeling his large hand slithering in your neck choking you in the process, you whimpered.
“ I'm gonna fuck you so hard the only thing that your mouth will babble is my fat fucking cock. ”
His gravelly voice ranged through the heavy tension, the smell of sex reeked on the air, his pearly whites peaking, a quirk of his lips, smirking as he looked down at your form, his glimmering gunmetal irises stared sharply, helplessly.
You can't stop twitching and moaning uncontrollably, you bit your lips, almost bleeding out, pretty little tears rolling down your cheeks, as your eyebrows knitted together.
“ P-please you're too— deeeep. . .”
Toji held your wrist together, upwards, his other arm held down your hips, your weight dipping down into the mattress, he merely dismissed your complaints, angling his hips, hitting the bundle of nerves, his thick, veiny cock abusing your prostate, the creamy and bubbly loads of his cum made an obscene white ring on your rim, dripping down the globe of your ass.
“ Shut up and take it— you dumb boy. ”
You drool into your pillow, like some cheap whore, you yearn— no, chase for it, the coiling heat inside of your tummy, your consciousness almost blearing out from the sheer impact of Toji's thrust.
His thrust was brutal and passionate, he fucks it deeper inside, Toji watched his cock go in and out of your tight cunt, the creamy and frothy cum coating his shaft, deliciously.
Toji groaned, almost whimpering when he felt you clenched around his dick.
“ Are you trying to snap my dick in half, Doll? ”
Toji then gathered your legs together, your thighs collided, lifting your legs over your head, gripping it tightly, he sloooowly— pulled out his cock, the thick and veiny shaft, almost pulsing.
He then slip it back in a heartbeat almost knocking out the air out of you, you felt so full, so filled, you let out a silent scream.
“ Sooo big— too muchhh nghh. . .”
You babbled, trembling, knees weak, you felt him in your tummy, Toji noticed, as he pressed down the forming bulge below your bellybutton, rubbing it, you moaned and whimpered loudly, you tried to remove his palm, your tongue lolling out like a slut.
“ Look honey, Daddy's sooo— deep inside of your boy pussy. . .”
Toji's brutal thrust was consistent, the bed kept creaking, hitting the headboard on rhythm, he trained for endurance, plenty of stamina, he wasn't close to done, even after multiple orgasms, he could go for days— weeks, even.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
But you can't, you weren't built for it, but he was willing to shape your body, he will train you to take his dick, to take his heavy loads, he wanted to breed you until you're so full of his creamy cum, his seed, he wanted to see his hole full of hot cum, dripping down your ass, plugging it back in with his fingers.
Your stomach was covered in cum and slick, your cock ached from so much cumming, your chest heaved, your body was covered in sweat, the bed was also covered in slick, sweat and cum that dripped out of you.
Toji then glided his fingers, combing his hair into a slick back, few of his inky dark strands sticked onto his forehead, huffing gently, he then slipped his strong arms on your back, lifting you, as your head lulled down into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him for support, straddling his waist with your legs.
Toji immediately got the memo, securing your form against his warm body, he leaned in to kiss the crown of your head softly.
“ Doing so good for me, aren't you my angel? ”
You melted, burying your head deeply into his neck, your arms slithering around his neck, lifting your head to kiss his jaw, tenderly, in return.
Toji's eyes widened, as it softened, grinning softly, kissing the tip of your nose down to your swollen lips.
“ Two can play that game. . . ”
His rough voice ranged throughout your ears, you felt his steady heartbeat with yours, your smooth and soft tummy against his toned stomach.
He then walked his way into the bathroom, there sat a pristine bathtub, the shower was surrounded with glass, the light, almost dimmed, illuminated with serenity, Toji sat you down on the stool, as he prepared the bathtub, turning on the warm water combined with cold.
Your legs were still wobbly, the aching feeling in your back was still lingering, you almost winced.
Toji lifted you once again, dipping his foot first to test the water's temperature, now dipping his whole body in with you in his arms, the water sloshing and engulfing your tired body, his strong thick thighs down to his legs surrounding your sides, you leaned onto his chest.
Toji grabbed the bottle of shampoo, pouring it into his palm, lavender.
He glided the liquid into your scalp, meticulous fingers entangling the knots of your hair, he also got your favorite body wash, gliding it over your supple skin, the foamy and bubbly soap, glistening all over your body, you massaged your neck, shoulders, arms, down to your back, and stomach, grabbing the shower head and rinsing you.
After a while, you decided.
“ Baby, can I wash you as well. . ? ”
You timidly asked your lover, playing with the water beneath you.
Toji's eyes widened, as he grinned, his hand slithering up to your jaw, tilting it to face him, he kissed your jaw to your lips, his tender gaze drowning you, sweetly.
“ Aren't you a sweetheart? ”
Your eyes softened at his gesture, you made your way, facing him, you knelt down, it was wobbly, you tried to grip onto the sides of the tub for balance, you almost slipped, yelping until you felt warm hands kneading and pressing up to your hips.
“ Careful now, wouldn't want you to drown and hit your head, angel. ”
“ Shut it. . .”
His rough and gravelly voice was heard, you blushed profusely, you took the bottle of shampoo, gliding it to his scalp, pulling his dark hair into a slick back, you stole a sweet kiss on his forehead, you also used your favorite body wash, gliding it over his refined arms, and his toned body, his scars, you felt his gunmetal irises stared at you, he's gorgeous.
Toji merely stared at your form, taking good care of him, the tender touches, the way you kissed his forehead, tracing his scars that he once hated, you loved them, and he learned to love it as well, he felt the coiling heat on his stomach, he didn't flinch, when he felt your fingertips ghosted above his tip, he felt blood rushed to his cock, fuck.
Once you were done, you leaned onto his broad chest, until you felt it.
He was still hard.
“ You think we're done yet? Nuh uh. . . ”
Your eyes widened, looking beneath the water, only to see the crown of his bulbous tip poking between your thighs.
Toji then slipped his hands to caress your stomach down to your neglected cock, his other hand fingering your creamy and warm cunt, you mewled into your palm.
He lined himself up, guiding his cock to your entrance. Thick, hard, veined— he thrusted upwards, hitting your sweet spot, you drooled, pushing it deeper.
He knelt down in the tub, standing up, lifting you up, with your knees up to your head, folding you in half, as he lined up his shaft to your slick hole, thrusting inside, hitting your prostate, you moaned and whimpered profusely, your toes curled.
He fucked you in long, steady strokes, pushing deep with each thrust, making sure you felt every inch, every vein of his dick. The girth of him inside you was torment, your cock spurt out thin sheen of cum. head tipped back, neck full of fresh bruises, mouth drooling, his shaft was coated in creamy cum from the previous loads of cum he fucked into you earlier, it dripped out, making wet squelching noises when he thrusted in and out, he filled you to the brim just like a creampie.
“ Fuuuck— you're so fucking tight. ”
Toji cursed, buried himself deep, and came inside you—hot, thick spurts of his creamy load that made your thighs spasmed.
“ No matter how many times I fucked this pussy, it's still so fucking tight. ”
He pulled out only to thrust back in with a deep, filthy squelch, and you moaned—a raw, high-pitched moan that echoed in the room, he gripped your thighs tighter, he pushed you down to his shaft pushing the cum deeper, fast, you saw the tip of his cock bulging in your tummy.
“ NGHH— s-slow down. . ! ”
You whine. He grabs your hips and slams in again, fucking you with the weight of his cock, his heat, his heavy balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuuuck— fuck— take it— ”
He snarls, his rough and gravelly voice gets you intoxicated, you're too cock-drunk to even comprehend, slamming in and staying there as his cock throbs. And pulses, his every vein dragging along your velvety walls, he painted it white.
Toji’s voice is low, his breath hot against your ear, and his cock is buried deep inside you, pulsing with each heavy and fast grind of his hips, clinging to him as he starts to thrust, brutal and deep, it hits your prostate, making your cock spurt out loads of smooth cum dripping down your shaft, you moaned loudly, the remaining energy in your body leaving.
You passed out after you came, consciousness leaving your system, you felt your ears ringing, and Toji's inaudible voice.
You woke up, in your room, it was dimmed, dark curtains surrounded the glass windows, the coldness of the room hits your body, your hair and body was warm and dry, except your hole.
Your bleary sight is finally vivid, your eyes widened, you saw Toji still thrusting inside of you, you whimpered when your mind finally functions.
“ Well look who's finally awake. . . ”
He kissed your lips, with your mouth open, almost in instinct, slipping his warm pink tongue inside, he grips your thighs, pushing them up, folding you until you’re fully exposed under him. His cock hits that spot that makes you gurgle in the process, choking in your saliva, your hole feels so raw.
“ Did you sleep well, angel? You passed out. ”
“ Ngh— how long was I asleep. . ? ”
You barely nodded as you asked, your voice was hoarse and gravelly, with your swollen lips and eyes.
“ Almost for five hours. . .”
Your mouth agape, your eyes widened in fraction, you gripped onto his biceps.
“ Baby, what about your training. . ! Mr. Shiu w-would be so livid! ”
Toji merely dismissed you, thrusting his cock in and out of you, the cum is overflowing from the amount of loads that he dumped inside of your boycunt, he pressed down the bulge in your tummy, his canines peaking once again.
“ Training can wait, angel, I'm not done breeding you yet. . . ”
He starts thrusting harder, faster. His heavy balls still filled with his seed, he's so pent up from the days that he didn't get to fuck you because of those stupid trainings, from the times that he'd get so horny, wet dreams about you bouncing up and down his dick with his cum dripping down his shaft from your sopping wet cunt, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, creamy squelches, looong deliberate thrust dragged along your hole, like some cheap fleshlight, his personal cum dump.
Plap, Plap, Plap!
You can only moan and whimper as you take it all, you felt something vibrate on the bed, it was Toji's phone with an unfamiliar number displayed on the screen, Toji noticed as he smirked,he accepted the call and put it on speaker, you stared curiously at him, he stared at you with his phone on his ear, you heard a quite familiar voice, annoying even.
“ Hello, Mr. Fushiguro? Again I apologize for what happened yesterday, It wasn't my intention to discover your lover, and harass him at that, your management told me to apologize to you and your lover, I signed the contract that I wouldn't reveal these events on the public eye, may I please apologize to him, If I may. . ? ”
“ Why of course? here he is. . . ”
Your eyes widened as you finally get what he was planning, you frowned at him, Toji merely smiled at you, mocking you, you flushed when he put the phone beside your ear, your hands weren't exactly available right now as it was restrained by his vice grip.
“ Ah, hello, I would like to apologize to you as well, as I said, it wasn't my intention to harass you, I was just so excited to see Mr. Fushiguro, and I didn't know that he has a lover, you were quite a beauty, I can see why he's so protective of you. . . ”
Toji gritted his teeth and jaw, he felt something inside of him, possessiveness and jealousy, his eyebrows knitted in irritation, that made him thrust upward inside of you, deep and hard, you tried to muffle your noises as you bit your lips, he gripped your hips down with his other hand onto the mattress, but you still tried to answer.
“ Y-yes. . . It's a-all good now— mhnghh— ”
“You like this. You like being used and stuffed full to the brim while that bastard hears us, don’t you? What a whore. . . ”
Toji leaned in to your other ear, he whispered with his hot breath fanning in the surface of your ear, every time his hips slam into yours, you feel the slap of his skin, the obscene slick of his cock grinding inside you, you really tried to muffle your moans but the heavy and squelching noises says it anyways.
“ O-oh, Is that so? I'm glad then. . . Though are you alright? you seem to be distracted. ”
“ No worries, I-i just pulled a muscle—! ”
He pressed his hips flush to yours, his cock still twitching inside your soaked hole, he then grabbed the phone back to him.
“ Alright, that's enough. bye, sayonara or whatever. ”
“ Ah— Goodbye— ”
Turning off the phone and tossed it on the side, he stared down at you, watching his thick shaft still piercing you for almost a day now.
“ Haaaah. . .ngh—Tojiiiii—”
He thrust in, hard, You jolted, a delicious moan spilling from your lips as he grinds his hips deeper, refusing to pull out, you’re shifted on your back, legs trembling while you're folded in half, gripping the sheets, while his cock pulses deep inside you—raw, hot, wet and creamy.
“ Such a good boy you are. ”
He breathes, and panted, his voice rough and almost hoarse, while he caressed your hips tenderly.
“ Took me so well and letting me fuck you dumb and fill you up just like you deserve. . .”
You merely nodded profusely, accepting your fate, because you're so sure that he wasn't done yet.
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When hoseok makes you look at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind ⋆˚౨ৎ ⋆.˚
Tags: this is so filthy… she in subspace🫠, as the title says . Mirror sex, manhandling, hes rough, fingers sucking, praising, she cry a bit, really descriptive creampie, he cums alot like omg, cum tasting, hes so sweet in the end.
Mdni 18+
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You were already soaked from making out earlier. Hoseok settled between your thighs, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds making you shiver.
He took his time kissing your neck sloppily as he squeezed your breasts until you were squirming on your bed.
“Hobaa.. please,” you whine, needing him to put his cock inside already.
“I know, princess,” he whispered in your ears as he slowly slid into you with one smooth deep thrust.
You gasped, arching off the bed as he started immediately moving. A steady rhythmic pace that was almost lazy, Breathing so heavily on your face.
The feeling of his shaft sliding in and out, stroking your sensitive walls was so overwhelming, your eyes rolled back into your head. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, trying to get him deeper.
“Fuck,” He let out a a soft grunt feeling you squeeze around his cock.
He kissed you, swallowing your moans. His hands were everywhere—in your hair, on your face, gripping your hips to keep his slow, maddening pace. You were getting lost in it, in the feel of him moving inside you, in the heat of his skin, soft wet noises that your pussy makes.
He watched your face change. Seeing your eyes get a little unfocused, your mouth soft and slack. He saw the moment you slipped into that quiet, pliant headspace. He smiled nudging his nose and lips on your cheek.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with affection. He kept the pace steady, rocking his hips into you. Keeping you right there on the blissful edge.
His gaze drifted to the huge mirror in front your bed, and the corner of his lips lifted as an idea struck him.
Then, he slowed. Pulling almost all the way out making you whine at the loss. "Shh," he soothed, kissing your cheek. "I've got you. Turn over."
Rolling you to your stomach. you went easily, boneless. He arranged you on your knees pulling you hips up as you arch your back, his hands wrapped gently around your forearms pulling you back to him, supporting you as your hazy headspace made your entire body weaken.
“Eyes up, princess,” he said softly.
You blinked slowly, dizzy enough that it took you a few seconds to finally look up.
The mirror on the wall was right in front of you. You saw yourself—hair messed up, skin flushed pink, lips swollen. You looked fucked-out and peaceful.
You saw him move behind you. He guided his throbbing cock back inside with one hand as the other locked around your elbows like it was nothing, keeping you still. You moaned, your head dropping for a second.
“Look,” his voice firmer now. Setting a deep and hard pace, his hips slamming into your ass with a sound that filled the room. Your head was too heavy to hold up. Dropping forward, voice so small as you let out incoherent words.
“ i- i can’..” voice vibrating from the force of his thrusts.
He tsk a sound, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling you hard on his chest as his hand help your chin up.
“Open up,” he demands.
You opened your mouth, pushing two fingers inside. They pressed down on your tongue, making you drool on his fingers.
“Suck,” he said
You closed your lips around his fingers and sucked. Applying a weak rhythmic pressure. It was easy. Almost comforting as It gave you something to do.
“Yeahh..good girl”
“Now look at your pretty face on the mirror,” he said pounding harder into you.
You were trapped. In a good way. Your eyes went back to the mirror.
You saw it all. You saw your face, your cheeks hollow from sucking his fingers. Watching the tears that tracked silently down your cheeks from the sheer, overwhelming everything of it. You saw how your breasts bounced every time he pushed into you. You watched his face, a mask of fierce concentration and adoration, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappeared between your lips.
It was a lot. Too much. But you couldn't look away. He wouldn't let you.
“That’s it ,princess” he rasped, His breath was hot on your neck. “Juuust like that. See how pretty you are? See how well you take it?”
He was everywhere. Inside you. In your mouth. In your sight. He was the only solid thing in your soft, dissolving world.
“Good girl,”he rasped, the words vibrating through his chest and into your back. The praise sank into you, warm and steady, even as his thrusts became frantic, losing their rhythm. “Perfect girl. Just like that. Don't look away.”
It happened fast. One second you were lost in the rhythm, his fingers heavy on your tongue, your eyes glued to your own wrecked reflection. The next, a hot, sharp wave curled low in your belly, a clenching, electric pulse that stole your breath and your thoughts.
You didn't make a sound. Your mouth just hung open around his fingers as you held your breath. Your eyes went blank in the mirror. Your body locked up, every muscle tight, and he could feel your cunt pulsing around him, gripping him in waves.
“Oh fuck—” his voice cracked.
It sent him over the edge. slamming into you hard, burying himself deep, and then he was coming. The first spurt hit inside you, hot and thick. He groaned, a low, broken sound, his hips jerking against your against your ass.
It was so warm. So wet. It filled you up spreading deep in your belly. The feeling of it, the sudden wet heat, made your own orgasm kick harder. Your pussy clenched again, milking him, pulling more out of him.
“Shit—“ he gasped. “Keep doing that—“
He kept coming. Long, thick spurts that he could feel pumping out of him. Each one made you twitch around him. Your body kept squeezing, kept pulling. It was like you were trying to take everything he had.
The feeling was dirty and perfect. You were Stuffed. warm and slippery. It was too much to hold. Some of it leaked out around his cock, dripping down your thighs, wetting the sheets under you.
His chest pressed against your back, his breath hot and ragged on your neck. His cock kept twitching inside you, giving little spurts of cum even after he thought he was done. Your pussy kept squeezing back, little aftershocks that made him whimper.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck, baby.”
You just stayed there, limp and used, your body still shaking. You could feel everything. The mess between your legs. The wet spot growing under you. The warmth of his cum inside you. The weight of him on your back.
He finally moved. He slowly pulled out, and the feeling made you gasp. Empty. Wet. A gush of his cum followed, warm and thick, sliding out of you and down your thighs.
He turned you onto your back. His eyes went straight to the mess between your legs. His cum was still leaking out of you, a slow white drip that pooled on the sheets. He stared at it. His jaw was tight. His eyes were dark.
“Look at that,” he said, his voice rough. He reached down and ran two fingers through the mess, spreading it around. “Look at what I did to you.”
You looked down. Your thighs were wet. Your pussy was red and swollen. His cum was everywhere, slick and shiny on your skin.
He brought his fingers up to your mouth. “Taste.”
You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers inside. You sucked them clean. The taste was salty and bitter and him. His eyes watched you, hungry.
“Good girl,” he said. “All mine.”
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You could taste both of you mixed together. It was filthy. It was perfect.
When he pulled back, he was smiling. Soft now. His eyes looked almost doe-like, open and unguarded, filled with affection. He brushed your hair off your face.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
You shook your head. Words were still hard.
“Good.” He kissed your forehead. “Let's get you cleaned up ᡣ𐭩.”
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A/N: holy… this was so intense and im very proud of this one cuz it really effected me lol just honest emotions here.
Fandom: BTS
Pairing: Kim Namjoon (RM) × Reader (Y/N)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Word Count: ~1,650 words
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Summary
A relentless rainstorm traps Namjoon and Y/N indoors, turning an ordinary afternoon into one of quiet intimacy. Wrapped in oversized hoodies, tangled sheets, and the comfort of familiar love, they surrender to the slow rhythm of the storm—and each other. Sometimes the softest days become the ones neither of them wants to end.
Rain hammered the windows in a steady, endless sheet. Seoul had gone grey hours ago; the sky outside their bedroom was the color of wet charcoal, and the only light left in the room came from the little salt lamp on the nightstand, casting everything in soft amber. White sheets. A mess of them. Warm bodies tangled underneath.
Y/N had barely moved since Namjoon pulled her back against his chest after lunch. His arm was a heavy, lazy band across her middle, palm splayed over her stomach, thumb stroking the soft skin just under the hem of his oversized hoodie, the only thing she was wearing. His breath ghosted the back of her neck in slow, even puffs. One of his bare legs was shoved between both of hers. The other hung half-off the mattress like he'd given up on dignity somewhere around the second hour of the storm.
"Still raining," he murmured into her hair, voice wrecked and low from disuse. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Good. Means we don't have to go anywhere."
She made a small sound, half agreement, half something hungrier, and shifted her hips back into the solid heat of him. He was already half-hard against the curve of her ass, thick and heavy even soft, and the lazy roll of her body made him groan like she'd punched the air out of him.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Do that again."
She did. Slow. Deliberate. The soft cotton of his boxers was the only thing between them, and she could feel every inch of him thickening, pressing into the cleft of her ass as he rocked forward to meet her. His hand slid lower, palm skating over the bare skin of her thigh, fingers dipping into the hollow where her legs met. He found her already slick, had been for a while, just from the heat of him and the way he held her like she was something precious and filthy at the same time.
"Baby," he said, almost laughing, almost broken. "You're soaked. Just from this?"
"Just from you," she managed.
Namjoon made a wounded little noise and shoved two fingers through her folds without warning, thick knuckles parting her, gathering the wetness there and dragging it up over her clit in a slow, filthy circle. She gasped and arched, and his other arm tightened around her ribs, pinning her back to his chest so she couldn't squirm away from the pressure.
"Stay," he said against her neck. "Wanna feel you like this. All soft and open and mine while it rains."
He worked her with lazy, devastating patience, two fingers sliding deep, curling, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit every time he pushed in. His cock was fully hard now, trapped between them, and every time she clenched around his fingers he thrust against her ass like he couldn't help it. The sheets whispered under their hips. Rain filled every silence between her soft, punched-out moans.
"Namjoon-"
"I know. I know, baby. Gonna give it to you." He pulled his fingers free with a wet sound that made her face burn, and she felt him shove his boxers down just far enough. The blunt, hot head of his cock nudged between her thighs from behind, sliding through her slick until he was lined up. He didn't thrust yet. Just held there, breathing hard into her hair, one big hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"Tell me you want it," he whispered. Filthy and sweet at once. "Tell me you want my cock while the world's all grey and quiet and it's just us."
"I want it," she said, voice cracking. "Please want you inside, want you to fuck me slow"
He pushed in.
One long, thick glide that split her open and kept going until his hips were flush to her ass and she was stuffed full of him, stretched around the fat base of his cock, shaking. Namjoon cursed in a broken string of Korean and English, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, both arms locked around her like he was afraid she'd disappear.
"God you're so fucking tight like this. Always so tight for me." He rolled his hips in a shallow grind, not pulling out, just grinding deep so the head of his cock dragged over that spot inside her that made her vision spark white. "Feel that? How deep I am? That's all yours, baby. Every inch. Gonna keep it warm in this pretty cunt all afternoon."
She whined and pushed back, and he finally started to move slow, filthy strokes that dragged almost all the way out before sinking back in to the hilt. The wet sound of it filled the room under the rain. White sheets twisted around their legs. His hoodie had ridden up under her breasts; one of his hands shoved underneath to cup her, thumb circling a nipple until it peaked hard against his palm.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice gone dark and fond. "Taking me so well. Dripping down my balls. Gonna ruin these sheets, aren't you? Gonna come all over my cock and make a mess like a good girl."
His pace stayed unhurried deep, rolling thrusts that made the mattress creak and her toes curl. Every time he bottomed out he ground against her, making sure she felt every thick inch, the way he pulsed inside her when she clenched. His free hand found her clit again, two fingers rubbing tight little circles in time with his hips.
"Namjoon fuck, I'm close "
"I know. Feel you fluttering. Come on my cock, baby. Wanna feel you soak me while I fill you up." He bit gently at the hinge of her jaw, then soothed it with his tongue. "Gonna come so deep you'll feel me leaking out of you for hours. Gonna keep you right here, stuffed full, cuddled up while it rains. My perfect filthy girl."
She broke with a broken cry, cunt clamping down hard around him, thighs shaking as pleasure ripped through her in hot, endless waves. Namjoon fucked her through it slow, relentless and then his rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the root with a guttural groan and came, cock kicking hard inside her, flooding her in thick pulses that she could feel painting her walls. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop into her, whispering yes, yes, take it, that's it baby against her skin like a prayer.
They stayed locked together after, breathing hard. Rain still hammered the glass. The salt lamp glowed soft gold over white sheets gone thoroughly wrecked. Namjoon didn't pull out. He just eased them onto their sides again, still buried deep, and tugged the duvet up over their hips. His hand found hers under the covers and laced their fingers together over her stomach.
"Stay like this," he mumbled into her hair, already half-asleep and still twitching inside her. "Just… stay. Love you all messy and warm."
She squeezed his fingers. Outside, the storm kept going. Inside, nothing moved but the slow, sticky pulse of him softening in her cunt and the lazy stroke of his thumb over her knuckles.
Perfect filthy afternoon. No reason to get up at all.
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