꒰ 𝐜𝐰 ⸝⸝ smut , sexual descriptions , rough sex , spanking , biting , marking , p in v sex , oral sex , face-sitting , anal sex , anal play , titfucking , thighfucking , nipple play , spit , cum play , creampies , cum eating , overstim , power imbalance , slight choking , manhandling , possessiveness. ꒱
‘ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔⠀˖ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 › 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬.
satoru finds every part of your body beautiful. from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, there’s no inch he doesn’t worship. but if he had to choose one specific part of your body that he really, really likes, it’d be your tits.
let’s be honest, this man is a titty enjoyer. he adores how squishy and soft they look; how warm they feel under his ear when he lays his head on them, and how fucking tempting they look peeking shyly out of your cleavage. don’t bother worrying about the size, whether they’re big, small, perky or heavy doesn’t matter to him. as long as they’re yours, he’ll be utterly gone for them.
you should be prepared for constant teasing, though. he’ll sneak his hands under your shirt to caress your tummy softly, but the moment you get distracted, he’ll take the opportunity to give them a firm squeeze, chuckling lowly when you start squirming and blushing. sometimes, when you’re cuddled up and watching a movie, he’ll place you on top of him with the excuse of “c’mon baby, i’m freezing here. won’t you warm your man up a bit?” just to feel them pressed against the hard muscles of his chest.
in bed, he spends a lot of time spoiling them with attention. he’ll suck hard on your nipples until they’re swollen and sensitive, mark the soft flesh with love bites and, sometimes, push your tits together and slide his thick cock between them.
and let’s not forget—he’s the type to cum on your boobs and then smear it all over with his dick, murmuring praises about how pretty they look painted white.
so… yeah, gojo’s a tits guy.
‘ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔⠀˖ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 › 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬.
suguru strikes me as a thigh man through and through. he loves how soft they are, how strong they can get when they’re wrapped around his waist, and how they tremble when he’s been eating you out for hours straight. he’ll casually rest his hand high up on your thighs in public, brushing absentmindedly slow patterns over the soft flesh with the pad of his thumb. and sometimes, when the mood’s feeling risky, his fingers will slip under the hem of your skirt and reach for the sweet treat awaiting his touch.
it’s such a shame, though, that you can’t wear clothes that show off your legs as often. why? you’d aks. well… most of the time they’re all covered in marks, bruises and love bites, made by none other than your gentle and caring beast of a boyfriend. <3 say “thank you, suguru!”
now, going to the next point—it’s needless to say that in bed he’s feral for them, right? he prefers positions where your legs are thrown over his shoulders or locked around his waist so he can feel those perfect thighs squeezing him while he dicks you down on a mean mating press.
and don’t forget thighfucking! this man will first come inside you and wait for his thick seed to spill onto the inside of your thighs, and then slide his sticky cock between your pressed-together thighs smeared with his hot sperm; smooching lovingly your clit and slit with every thrust he gives.
you’ll end up a mess once he’s done with you, that’s for sure. one very beautiful in his eyes.
‘ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎⠀˖ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 › 𝐚𝐬𝐬.
nanami is a classic ass man. he appreciates the curve, the way it fills out clothes, and how it feels when he’s got you bent over or pulled back against him. he’s a gentleman, there’s no doubt about it, but even a man like him can get a little wild from time to time.
he’s refined about it in public—a subtle hand on your lower back that drifts just an inch down, lingering over the curve of your cheek in a way that feels so overwhelmingly hot and needy. in private, though? it’s a completely different matter.
he’ll come home from work feeling exhausted and tensed, wanting nothing but to forget he’s a busy man and have dinner with his beautiful wife. so that’s what he’ll do, have dinner.
a second later, you’ll find yourself bent over the kitchen counter, with your damp panties pulled to the side and your husband’s handsome face pressed deep between your cheeks. eating, licking and sucking on your pussy with long, languid strokes of his tongue. casually dipping the pink muscle in your sloppy entrance or directly having a feast in your puckered hole.
once you’ve taken the matter to bed, expect him to take you in doggy style or prone bone, since they’re his favourite positions for watching your ass ripple and bounce every time he slams into you. occasionally spanking you hard enough to leave handprints and pulling your cheeks apart so he can watch his thick cock disappear inside you.
sometimes, if he’s feeling bold, he’ll drop a fat bead of drool into your greedy hole. other times, when he loses all his restraints thanks to the overwhelming pleasure, he’ll make a big mess of your pussy and ass, covering the smooth skin in thick spurts of white with an apologetic groan.
but don’t worry! he’ll clean you right away and prepare a hot, bubble bath for yourselves. <3
‘ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎⠀˖ 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 › 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬.
choso is definitely all about thighs. at first he gets shy about his clear favouritism towards them, and tries to hide the way his face flushes and his cock twitches whenever your thighs press against his own. it makes him all squirmy and warm, avoiding eye contact because he doesn’t want to seem like a pervert.
but once you’ve talked with him and reassured that it’s okay and normal for him to feel that way, he gets comfortable enough to become obsessed with them.
he’ll like to lay his head down on your thighs for comfort, nuzzling softly against the skin like a puppy draped over your lap. though what starts as innocent affection quickly turns into something far more intimate. his lips will begin pressing soft kisses along your flesh; then his tongue will come out to taste the sweetness of your skin; and soon he’ll be sucking and biting it, leaving pretty red and purple marks all over your inner thighs.
but if you wanna get more into his mind, you gotta know that he often daydreams of being smothered by them, squeezed to death when you wrap them around his head. that’s why face-sitting is ultimate heaven for choso—he wants you to use him as you please, grind on his tongue and ride his face like a pretty cowgirl until your legs shake and you squirt all over his face.
during sex he always
wants to have you in missionary. why? well, it’s simple. this position allows him to feel your perfect thighs—wrapped around his waist—trembling every time he pounds you slow and deep. and let’s not forget the fact that they’re his favourite place to cum. he loves pulling out at the last second and shoot thick, hot ropes of seed all over them, panting and whining as he watches it drip down your skin.
and just like suguru, thighfucking makes choso lose his mind. watching his cock slide between your soft thighs as he whimpers and tears up cause you’re teasing him non-stop, is one of his favourite things to do. <3
‘ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈⠀˖ 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 › 𝐚𝐬𝐬(𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫).
toji is proudly an ass guy and is not ashamed to show it. he doesn’t hide it, doesn’t sugarcoat it, and definitely doesn’t care who catches him staring. he loves the way it moves, how it feels when he’s got you face-down, and the satisfying smack! of his hand (or hips) against it.
what annoys you the most is that he doesn’t even care about a fine for public indecency. if getting one means he can grope his girl whenever he wants, he’ll take it. and trust me, he’s earned himself quite a few for grabbing a handful of your ass while you walk side by side on the street.
at home he’s even worse. the moment the door closes, he’s lifting you off the floor right there and then. holding you by it as he kneads the flesh and kisses you silly. then, he’ll place you on the nearest surface and bury himself balls-deep inside you from behind.
he’s obsessed with watching your ass bounce, and reverse cowgirl does it for him just right—he’ll lean back, place his hands behind his head, and make you ride him just so he can enjoy the view of your fat ass slamming down on his thick shaft. he groans deep in his chest every time your cheeks ripple, occasionally slapping you mid-thrust just to see the way it moves.
oh! i was forgetting this! he’s also nasty about it too. he’ll spread you open wiiiiiideee with both hands and spit directly on your tight hole while he’s buried to the hilt in your heat. then, when the knot in his tummy finally explodes, he’ll go all the way down to your cervix and splash thick, after thick shoots of warm seed right into your womb. he’ll pull out slowly just to watch it leak out of your fluttering hole, and when you start complaining about the stickiness between your legs, he will plunge back into your cunt to clean up every drop of sperm with his tongue. (with some some slaps on your cheeks here and there, of course.)
by the end of the night your ass is always bruised, red, and marked prettily with the shape of his hand.
‘ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍⠀˖ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 › 𝐚𝐥𝐥.
as the king of curses, sukuna does not ‘prefer’ any single part of your body. that would be beneath him. why settle for one when the entire temple of your flesh belongs only to him? every curve, every hole, every trembling inch of you was made solely for his hunger.
he’s greedy by nature, and therefore, he’ll devour you completely until you have nothing left to give. your tits, ass, thighs, neck, wrists, even the tears that spill from your eyes… all of it is his to ruin, mark, and claim as he pleases.
with four arms and two mouths, he takes everything at once. while two massive hands pin your wrists above your head, another pair spreads your thighs so wide it burns. one mouth bites down on your breast, fangs scraping your nipple until you cry out, while the second mouth on his stomach laps greedily at your swollen nub.
he doesn’t just fuck you—he eats you up (not literally?). he’ll suck dark bruises into your inner thighs, and then bite the same spot hard enough to draw blood. though your ass receives special cruelty—he’ll manhandle you to a face-down, ass up position, and use his extra hands to knead and spread your cheeks obscenely wide, spitting on your tight hole before pushing two thick fingers inside without warning. he loves watching your ass ripple violently as he pounds you with brutal force, his hips slamming against you so hard you have to hold onto the headboard of the bed.
and that doesn’t end there, he loves to make your body a work of art, so he won't stop until you’re completely covered in bruises and love bites. <3
in the end, sukuna never truly finishes. even after he’s painted your entire body with his seed and left you limp and sore for days, he’ll always seek for more and more of you.
but hey, loving this man has to be kinda masochist, right?
𝓁ove ⠀𝑛otes⠀⠀ꗃ⠀⠀i miss the life of my teen-self. no homework or college, just watching anime and obsessing over pedro pascal .
“i can't believe you put all of my shirts in the wash,” katsuki’s voice is a bit muffled as he steps out of the bathroom.
your head perks up from the bed at the sound. “yeah, sorry about that,” you say, though your voice trails off a bit.
you watch him, completely mesmerized, analyzing the way his muscles shift with every single movement as he walks towards the bed. his blonde hair is still a bit wet from the shower, looking as messy and spiky as ever, while a few drops of water slowly roll down the defined ridges of his abs.
“this is the last time i'm letting you do any chore,” he grumbles, his voice thick with annoyance.
his tone forces you to quickly snap out of the trance he’s got you in. “i’m sorry,” you say, though it comes out almost robotic because your eyes are still helplessly glued to his big, squishy chest.
he lets out a scoff. the second he gets close to where you are sitting on the bed, he reaches out and flicks your forehead with his finger.
“at least look in my eyes, you damn pervert,” he grumbles, kicking off his slippers and climbing onto the mattress right next to you.
“who, me?” you fake, putting on your best innocent face as you rub the spot he just flicked on your forehead.
“yeah! you!”
you let out a dramatic sigh. “look, it was just a coincidence that i put aaallll your shirts in the washer at the same time, and now you just happen to have to walk around shirtless.” you pause, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“that sounds stupid once you say it out loud, and you know it.”
he just shakes his head, giving you an exasperated look.
“now i feel bad, kats. really, really bad,” you assure him, sliding closer to him. you don't hesitate as you climb right onto his lap, your palms quickly finding his pecs and giving them a soft squeeze.
a sudden silence falls over the room as you just keep squeezing his chest, completely unfazed by the utterly baffled expression spreading across his face. he stares down at you, totally speechless for a second.
“is this helping?” you ask, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“hah?! how the fuck would this help me?!” he demands, his voice rising in annoyance — though you notice he doesn't actually push you off.
“well, i’m offering you support? it really looks like you need it,” you say with a bright smile, your palms still comfortably cupping his firm chest.
katsuki doesn’t need much of a fuse to explode, and that cheeky comment is the final straw.
“fuck off, i’m going to get one of your shirts to wear!” he yells, finally pushing you off his lap.
you roll over the mattress with a loud laugh, clutching your stomach.
“kats, no! wait! please!” you scream after him, trying to catch your breath.
“what now?!” he whips around to face you, his shoulders tense and his nerves already completely shot.
there is a brief, tense moment of silence. you look him up and down.
then—
“did you know your chest jiggles when you move around?”
his face flushes red. “that’s it! i’m taking your favorite shirt!”
“not the blue one!!” you shriek, sitting up in a panic.
“yes, the blue one!!!” he roars back, stomping off towards your closet.
-> warnings / content :: female reader ,, afab reader ,, pre-established relationship ,, no spoilers other than his actual name for those who arent fully caught up ,, actual charlie quotes (sorry charlie 🤐) ,, titty grabbing ,, suggestive ,, bro gets more than a little excited ,, drug mentioned ,, you/your pronouns ,, second person ,, kinda implied reader is shorter than him ,, minors dni
-> word count :: 794
“just one squeeze and then ill go, okay?”
“why should i even let you touch me?”
honestly, was his mind just full of your boobs? it seemed every time the atmosphere turned into something more, he had to ask about your breasts. they werent anything special, at least not to you. to sonar, they were everything.
“every tuesday is tiddy day. just one touch, maybe even a squeeze?” he continued to ask you without bothering to give an actual answer. besides, it wasnt even tuesday.
“fine! just one and nothing more. if you even dare touch me more than that ill make sure you even regret asking.” he was worst than a child begging their mother for candy.
“open up for me.” he waited with anticipation, lithe fingers helping you slide your jacket off. he set the piece of clothing to the side, eyes fixated on your cleavage showing through your v-neck. he needed you to wear more shirts with low collars. anything to see the soft curves of your breasts under the clothe.
it wouldnt hurt to have more photos to look at either. rather, itd be quite useful for the future during nights when he’s alone and needy.
phone sex can only go so far, and without his photo album of you it was hard to get off. porn became tasteless the moment you two got together. your first moment together was heaven on earth, the lights going off in his brain. it was almost the same reaction he got when he stuffed his nose with white. except this high lasted longer and felt better afterwards.
you raised your shirt overhead, left with your lacy bra on. at least it was finally being used, or at least, being used for something other than preventing your nipples showing through your shirt.
“oh yes, the moment ive been waiting for.” his hands hovered over your bra, almost hesitating to touch them. then they reached around to your back, fumbling with the clasp a few times.
you’d think for a harvard student he’d at least be able to take off a bra.
“hold on ive got it. dont even bother to lift a finger to help me. its not harder than having to do calculus in an honors program.”
“har-har-har, hurry up before i decide to put my shirt on.” that was enough motivation to finish wrestling the bra clasp, letting it drop to the floor and reveal your soft breasts.
he almost drooled at the sight, taking in the view before reaching his hands out. only one touch allowed, he had to make the most of it.
he cupped your breasts gently, rolling your nipples against his thumbs. “i’m getting cum brain right now.”
“make the most of it, this is all you’re getting for the rest of the day.” oh you hated him. you must actually hate him, putting a limit on his tiddy time. he was going to remember this.
his fingers delve softly into the flesh, careful not to squeeze too hard. he could feel the strange, squishy systematic parts inside the more he kneaded.
he was like a kitten taken away from its mother way too young, kneading at your breasts as much as he could.
his nose twitched, leaning closer to you. everything was heavenly, until his hand accidentally slipped off your breast as he readjusted his posture.
“wait no. i wasnt done.” he sounded desperate, reaching his hands back out to squeeze one last time.
you stepped back, holding an arm over your breasts in a pathetic attempt to cover them. “ah ah, only one touch. you said so yourself.”
“no my hand slipped. that doesnt count. come on, one last touch? this will be the last time.”
you werent falling for his antics again. your shift started soon, you both knew that. if he truly was desperate enough, he could beg for more when you were both home and off the clock.
“ill even go serial sucker mode on you tonight if you let me get one last squeeze in?”
you let out a puff of air from your slight laugh. “you’ll have to try harder than that, victor.” you shook your head at him. he looked truly dejected, ears laid back against his head as he sulked silently. he was drowning in a pool filled with his own self pity.
you bent down to grab your bra from the floor, ready to redress yourself for the day. at least, you were until you felt hands placate themselves at your hips.
his own hips pressed against your ass, making sure to press his hardened cock against you. “look at that, we have a cock looking to dock here it seems.”
content: dominican!connie, college au, smut with no lick of plot honestly, explicit language, lewd descriptions, teasing, dirty talk, nipple play, tip warming? inspired by this ask & visual.
connie loved nights like this. and you did too.
no work due, no parties clouding your mind, and most importantly no friends to hide your yearning looks and touches from.
the two of you were hidden in your own little cocoon, lo’s misleading your friends into thinking y’all were in two separate places. not quite ready to spill the tea.
all cozy in connie’s off campus apartment his warm body laid atop of yours, resting easily between your plush thighs. the slow deep breathes he took tickled your skin as his head rested just above you navel. connie touched you absentmindedly, fingers massaging into your hip, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and hooking them with his. your brown skin smooth against that butter yellow nightie set you wore. fingers twirling and splitting his buzzed cut curls, while the two of you melt into the plush bed.
rain pelted on the nearby window as the john wick movies the two of you swore you’d binge casually played on the screen. strong hands pulling you closer as if the two of you couldn’t be any closer.
the fatal crashes of cars and gunshots blurred into background noise as connie took a deep whiff of your skin, that vanilla bourbon perfume oil clouding his senses. placing one lingering peck along your stomach as his strong hands grip at your thighs. hands roughly massaging into your flesh before draping them over his arms and hooking them higher, nearly folding your body in half as that familiar pressure sat along your pelvis.
you knew exactly where this was headed, lips curled into a smile, a teasing hum in your voice once you finally spoke. “conn—”
connie’s voice vibrates against your skin, “hmm?” leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your shoulder, where the straps of your tank had slipped.
a giggle slips past as his lips continue to wander. “thought we were having movie night..” breathing out a low, wanting sigh.
“we are princesa..” a low hum bounced off his chest, murmuring softly against your skin. lifting his head just enough for his low golden brown eyes to meet yours. “i know exactly what i wanna watch.”
open faced grill on display beside his pretty white teeth, as he bit down into his bottom lip. the two of you watching how hard he grew from just resting against you. leading to the familiar buzz in your clit and a heat that creeps up your spine, nipples perking up beneath the smooth fabric of your cami tank.
that buzz growing stronger once the two of you locked eyes, his shirtless body towering over yours with his sharp v-line on display just above his sweats.
then his lips meets yours for a soft kiss, the slightest press of his lips against yours. then another, against your jaw. lingering against your warm skin. trailing down to your neck, sucking softly at that sweet spot behind you ear while his fingers grazed at the hem of your tank. hooking a finger around the frill and tugging it down, the cool air grazing your skin in waves.
holding your heavy breast in his hand while his thumb circles your peaked nipple. “so fuckin’ pretty”
connie’s pink lips wrapping around your hardened brow nipple, sucking slow and deep as it tightened in his mouth. thighs clamping around his waist as a soft whine fell from your lips. groaning against your skin, sending shocks of pleasure from your breast straight down to your slicked clit.
nipping gently at the sensitive bud before sucking hard, soothing that pleasurable sting that made you chest cave while his other hand stayed busy, working at your breast. squeezing and flicking at the squishy bud, switching between the two like a man starved. finally gathering both of your heavy titties in his big hands, before he stops to give them both a soft kiss. doing it again and again until he’s messily suckling your aching nipples. soothing them wet with spit when he finally released them with one last pop.
connie reeled back, spreading your thighs wide. revealing your pulsing clit peeking through your damp thong, slit flooded with slick from every suck and tug of you nipples.
his wet lips spread into a grin, “there she go.. this my favorite part.”
lips sealing around yours once more, tilting his head to fit perfectly with yours. noses brushing against eachothers as the two of you try to swallow each other whole. tracing his tongue along your lips before letting him slip in with ease. sliding against your tongue smoothly before sucking it into his own mouth.
your fingers tangling into his messy curls, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine. grinding down against you slowly. groaning at the feeling of your plush lips against his dick.
then connie breaks the kiss, his eyes still low and red from the woods he faced earlier tonight. looking down at where your hips connected. his own briefs growing damp from gliding over your covered pussy. eyes flickering back to your pretty face, lips all red and swollen with your lip combo smeared all over his face. pinned beneath his muscular body as your nails clutched at his curls. he rolled his hips just right, tip kissing your pulsing clit.
lips hovering above yours as he rubs against you so agonizingly slow, fingers curled so tight around his base as his dick jumps above your clit.
“s-shit con—” swallowing the soft gasp that escaped you.
watching how your plush pussy practically ate your thong. disappearing between those brown two toned lips.
his mind spirales, snipping at that shrivel of restraint left in him. but tonight he wanted to take his time with you, make you feel every piece of him that he wanted to give.
dipping into that sticky mess and hooking his fingers around the slicked fabric of your thong, those pink gummy walls peeking through as he dragging them to the side. elastic snapping as it stretched out against your plush ass.
the quiet pops of the fabric were the last thing you heard before the ringing in your ear began.
thighs spread so far they burned.
his fat mushroomed tip slowly sunk into your pussy. nails grazing at his scalp, with a pout as your pussy stretched around his fat tip.
and my god was your pussy so fucking hot and gushy.
“wet ass pussy..”
slick dribbling down his dick as he began to fill that emptiness inside you. never sinking deeper more a few inches into that clamping hole of yours, moaning in unison at the pressure of him slowly filling you up. “feels s’good papí .”
but connie doesn’t respond, he just hungrily claims your lips. swallowing every moan as he messily sucks at your tongue, before releasing your lips with a pop. the wet schlick of your pussy growing louder with every shallow roll of his hips, your grip on his curls stinging deliciously against you his scalp. earning a deep moan.
“mhm, keep opening that pussy f’me, doing such a good job mamí.”
golden irises locked on that pretty pussy trying to suck him in with every shallow stroke he gives. each one pulling out more of that gushy slick.
“you such a good girl..”
fingers gripping at the fat of your hips as he holds you steady. finally sinking deep, rolling his hip until that fat tip kissed your cervix then slowly pulling out to watch those pink gushy walls grip at his dick so tight.
and the two of you were so fucking loud, moaning and whining against each others mouth, your thighs trembling in his big hands as he kept you spread wide.
it was all to much.. the way his cool chain grazed against your hot skin, the deep moans pooling from his throat, and the disgusting sounds of your creamy pussy making a mess between your thighs.
moans trembling from your lips in long pathetic cries “mmmphshitt, i love you so fuckin’ much papí..”
and how could you not with what he was doing to you. how couldn’t he tell with how tight you were gripping onto his dick with every sloppy thrust. heavy dick dragging slow and deep along your creamy walls, clinging to every vein, curve and pulse of his dick. pussy relaying every message your dick hazed mind couldn’t. “i know you do..”
“look what i’m doing to you.”
“i love you too princesa,” fingers cupping your jaw to get a good look at your face. all fucked out and pretty, tears clinging to your wet lashes. squeezing at your jaw whenever your starts pussy spurting out quick splashes while that thick dick keeps digging you out.
➾In Which: Your plane goes down in uncharted wilderness — but you don't have to be afraid. He will take care of you.
RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.
❥Song Mingi x fem reader
Star's Fairytale July
♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: dark ¿romance?, smut
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: briefly proof read, a spin on "Tarzan", unspecified historical au, light gore, reader loses feeling in one of her legs from the crash + slowly recovers, slight communication barrier: mingi understands everything but has trouble speaking a lot, lowkey feral but soft mingi, size difference, implied chubby reader: has squishy thighs and boobs (we cheered !!), touch starved ming (i want to bite him-), is it stockholm syndrome if he didn't reallyyyy kidnap you, semi-forced cuddling, cleaning and eating animals (rip thumper), mingi has a heart of gold but grew up in the wilderness so is... strange ಠ_ಠ1 non-con scene: dry humping, groping, reader 'lets it' happen because she's afraid he'll make her leave, short scene (reader blacks it out). 1 consensual scene: outdoor, unprotected (they don't have any choice but boooo), teaching him how to kiss, him using what he learned on readers pussy (jjsjshdjan), spit as lube, soft to rough, overstim, titty fixation !!, virgin mingi goes FERAL, like actually feral like biting, growling, manhandling to get deeper, cumming multiple times, moaning like a bitch, trying to breed like his life depends on it feral, mingi only knows three words during sex "more, love, mine"
➯non-con disclaimer: non-con is NOT okay in real life. this is ONLY EVER acceptable in FICTIONAL settings (and even then it's fucked up)
➯a/n: i luv me some feral-ness, and i luvvvvv me some minki <3
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18+, MINORS WILL BE ABANDONED IN THE JUNGLE.
The smoke makes it hard for him to see.
Perched on a large branch a good bit above the ground, he watches. Observing, carefully.
The plane is stuck on the shore. Half in the shallow water, half not. The pilot must have took a chance at trying to land it on the uneven beach.
He doesn't hear anything besides the creaking metal, the lapping waves. Perhaps whoever was inside perished.
He likes that possibility the best. He doesn't like people — not that he has much experience with them. Those little ones he has had were less than pleasant.
They always treated him... different than the way they treated each other. And then, they tried to drag him back onto their boats.
They left him alone quickly when he started biting.
The wilderness has been his home ever since he was a boy. He'd never leave, and he'd never let anyone else take his home from him.
His head perks up as the door opens. A survivor? Great... He thinks how much trouble it will bring him when —
Out comes you. Sobbing as you fall to the sand. A piece of glass lodged in the side of your thigh and staining your dress with blood.
His interest caught, he climbs down.
You look much different than the other people he's had the misfortune of meeting.
Bare feet on the sand, he makes his way to the fallen plane.
You sound different, too. You're shaped differently. Wearing odd clothes.
He walks right up to you as you cry into your arms; not even noticing his presence until he grips your scalp and pulls your head up.
You scream in shock, grabbing his wrist as he tilts your head from side to side — inspecting you.
You stare at the man dumbfounded. Shock in every fiber of your being. First, your plane had a malfunction and was forced to crash land. Then, you awoke without feeling in one of your legs; looking around to find a piece of glass stuck in it and all of the men you were traveling with dead.
Now, a terrifyingly large and silent man is grabbing your head and looking at you with his eyebrows pressing together — confused.
He thinks you might be another species entirely until he remembers, very distantly, "woman?" His voice is deep and broken, like he doesn't use it a lot.
Frightened and beyond puzzled, you nod in his grasp.
He bites his lip, thinking for a moment. When you go to flinch away, he holds you tighter as he lifts his other hand to your face.
His touch is careful. But it's rough with callouses and awkward as he touches your cheek in a state somewhere between awe and bafflement.
He drops you without care, nodding; to himself you think, because he walks away before you can say anything. You fall back to the sand weakly as he climbs inside the plane — leaving you there with wide and teary eyes.
He comes back out a few minutes later, finding you just where he left you and just as in shock. He has a bag from inside the plane in his hands. He gathered what he wanted and left the rest to collect dust before high tide sweeps the plane further into the water.
"Hold." He says simply, shoving it into your stunned arms.
"W-" You have so many questions. But he doesn't give you the chance to ask any of them before he lifts you up like you weigh almost nothing, slinging you over his broad shoulder.
You groan as your stomach meets his body, clinging to the bag tightly and watching the plane grow further away as he walks away with you.
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Eventually, you gave up on asking all of your questions when all you got was silence, one word answers, or grunts in response.
He keeps one arm over the back of your thighs, holding you tightly.
You're so soft compared to anything he's touched before.
He's thankful when you stop talking. He likes the sound of your voice, but he's not used to hearing anything that much. He can finally think.
His body reacted before he had the chance to think this over. Something deep in his brain told him to bring you back with him and he just did it. He wants to figure out why; but it's hard.
Your skin was really soft when he touched your face. It was warm. He liked it. He likes the warmth and the weight of your body as he carries you through the dense trees.
He squeezes your thigh curiously, a hum low in his throat.
Yes, he likes that.
He lowers you with more gentleness than he picked you up with, steadying you with a hand on your hip as your leg buckles under your weight; the other completely useless.
"Stay." He leans you against a tree, turning around and climbing up another with efficiency that makes your jaw drop a bit.
It drops even more as you follow his form, looking up to see what looks like a literal house in the tree.
It's clear he's been here a long time.
A rope ladder drops from the opening, and the strange man follows; climbing down it with something clutched in his teeth.
You, obviously, have a million more questions to ask. But you stay quiet. He seemed to have liked that better — and he's your only chance at survival.
He points to the ground, then to you. 'Sit', you assume. You slide against the rough bark until you sit with your legs sprawled in front of you. Watching him closely as he takes the blade and the large scrap of fabric from his mouth.
"I fix," he says while gesturing to your leg, the small piece of glass still lodged in it.
You swallow thickly before nodding. Theres no way in hell you can fix it yourself. Even though you can't feel it, you know you don't have the guts to pull the glass out yourself.
He slides your skirts up your claves, straddling the injured leg. He opens his mouth to say something before he changes him mind, only tutting his tongue. He wants to ask your name, what you are called. But he forgets the words for that and it makes him a bit frustrated. He doesn't want to keep calling you 'woman' when he thinks of you.
You want to tell him to be careful as he lifts the fabric over the glass to get it out of the way — but you decide against it. You don't even know how much he speaks, how much he knows. It seems like a good bit.
You finally drop the bag next to you and bundle up your skirts, holding them out of the way. Avoiding looking at the mess, you look at him instead while he examines the wound.
His shorts were once pants, cut at the thigh — for less restriction, you assume. His shirt is missing quite a few buttons and you suppose that's why he doesn't button it up. One of his wrists has homemade rope bracelets stacked on it. He has scars all over his body.
A long and rough one across his torso. One short and smooth across the front of his forearm. A little one below his eyebrow.
"What is your name?" You ask softly, and it gives him pause. "Do you have one?"
You talk to him like he understands — and he loves it. Because he does understand. That's what the others didn't get, where they went wrong. They assumed he didn't comprehend full sentences because he didn't use them.
It sounds foreign on his own tongue as he shares, for the first time in many, many years; his own name.
"Mingi."
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The inside of Mingi's tree house is strangely put together, for being in the middle of literally nowhere on an uninhabited island.
He has a bed of moss covered with a military issued brown blanket. You kind of want to ask where he got that, but it seems obvious. From someone else who crash landed or came across the island.
He's quiet as he slowly lays you down on it; having carried you up the ladder as you clung to his neck. Your thigh is wrapped up tightly with the strip of fabric, your skirt cut to just above it. He throws the ripped and bloody bottom half of it into a corner, thinking he can clean it and use it for something else.
You're starting to get cold. Blood loss is catching up to you as your adrenaline levels lower because you start feeling safer and safer with the strange man. You know you shouldn't. He seems... well, you don't know.
He's unlike any man you've ever met. His silence unnerves you. His gaze is much too intense. He has zero sense of personal space.
But he's gentle, now at least. And he doesn't look at you like you're beneath him; as many men in society do.
He touches your cheek again as he hovers over you, crouching by the makeshift bed. Fingertips grazing your skin slowly. "Soft." He says lowly.
"Th-thank you?" You whisper, a bit frightened.
He nods, "I like." And he stands up like that isn't a strange thing to say, probably because he doesn't think it is, turning to some fruit hanging by one of the window-like openings.
You push yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "How long have you lived here?"
He has to take a second to think of the word, "ever."
"How?" You ask, astonished, and only get a shrug in response as he comes back to you.
He really is not much of talker, you've found out quickly.
Sitting next to you on the blanket, he pulls off a piece of dried fruit and offers it to you. When you only look at it, slightly suspicious, he shoves it into your hand. "Eat."
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
When the sun sets, you've barely been holding your eyes open for the past few hours.
He hasn't shown any intention of hurting you, but your mind still yells to stay alert because he's a stranger — an incredibly strange and strong stranger, at that.
"Mingi."
He looks over to you quickly from his place on the floor; where he braids some plant material together into a rope. Almost like he forgot you were there, but he didn't. He's just so very unused to hearing someone speak; let alone hearing his name.
"Do you sleep at night? When it's dark?" It seems like a stupid question, but you genuinely don't know. He doesn't seem tired at all. Obviously, he has to sleep. He's human. But when is a different question.
He nods, tilts his head.
"Soon?" You stifle a yawn, but he catches it. If he sleeps while you do, maybe it's less chance he can hurt you. That's what your logic tells you.
"No," he turns back to the rope and keeps braiding. Sleeping while someone new is around is practically asking for trouble, that's what his logic tells him. He'll wait until you fall asleep.
You let out a sigh as you rest your head on your arm, rolling onto your side to face him. Your leg is starting to tingle, which you suppose is good news. At least you're feeling something.
"Thank you," you whisper, "for saving me." He grunts softly in response.
No matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open, they start falling shut for longer and longer until sleep eventually takes you.
When he hears your even, quiet breathing, he looks over his shoulder. Dropping the rope he was working on, he quickly slides off his open shirt and climbs over you. He should sleep in a branch, on the floor at the very least — but he likes his little warm corner.
And you've made it even warmer.
He likes it.
He likes you.
Scooting closer, laying behind you on his side, mirroring you; he follows his instincts and slowly slides his arm under your head, replacing yours. A gentle sigh leaves you in your sleep as you nuzzle against the warmth of his arm.
Yes. He's definitely decided. He likes you.
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A week goes by.
You learn very little about the man who's taking care of you.
You know he is intelligent, maybe not socially aware; but he knows how to tend to wounds using the Earth. In fact — he knows how to do a lot with the Earth. How to make tools, rope, traps, how to fish and hunt, he even uses agriculture to his advantage; has a small garden you can see from one of the openings in the suspended hut.
That's where you are now. Sitting on the ledge with your legs dangling, kicking them slowly to get some sort of exercise, watching Mingi tend to his plants.
You still can't hold all of your weight on your bad leg. The feeling in it comes and goes. You weren't shocked when he all but banned you from leaving the small tree house — only shaking his head and saying "no" whenever you asked about helping him below. You suppose it's fair. You'd probably be more trouble than you'd be help.
He does let you do some things. After you said you felt guilty for being so reliant on him. You're allowed to scrub and hang both of your clothes with the buckets of water he brings up.
You learned, or rather; he taught you, how to skin a few different animals. The gutting of them still makes you uneasy, so he takes over with that. You're waiting for him to do so now so you can help him cook it over the scavenged pot he lights a fire in almost every day. You rinsed your hands clean of the rabbits blood and limped your way over to the window.
Leaning your head against the wood, you sigh.
You don't think you'll ever go home. You're starting to come to terms, realizing the fact that this is most likely your home now.
It's not all so bad.
Mingi is strange. He's a bit scary at times, when he comes up the ladder breathing heavily with blood dripping down his arms. He still acts like he has no clue what personal space is — even though you've explained it a fair few times. And you know he understands everything you say.
At night, starting the second one, he asks; or rather tells you softly to, "tell me things."
You told him of your home, your hobby's, your family, and friends. About technology and some agriculture things he might be able to make use of.
He hums, or simply breathes differently in response most of the time. If you really peek his interest, he asks, "more." It's usually when you talk about yourself or about things he can make use of.
"(Y/n)." He speaks from below you, snapping you from your thoughts. "Bucket." He says while tapping the rope that leads up to the opening you're seated on.
"Oh, yes," you nod, "sorry." Leaning back with a groan, you get the two wooden buckets, carefully setting the one with the dirtied water in your lap and tying the knot he showed you onto the handle. "Coming down." You lower it with the pulley system, sill in awe of his ingenuity with such limited resources.
He takes them everyday and dumps them away from his area, so as not to attract predators to the smell of blood — at least, that's what you assume. Because getting that detailed information out of him would be near impossible with the way he speaks.
He takes whatever animal as well and leaves the guts he decides not to use in one way or another.
"Be back soon," you call out as he starts walking away, getting a small look over his shoulder as an answer.
You make life a little bit better. He enjoys having you here with him, even if most of the time is spent in silence — he doesn't mind, that's what he likes anyway. But he's found that he likes sharing it with you.
He's also grown fond of physical touch. Not you touching him, not just yet. That still makes him flinch if you move too fast.
But him touching you? He can't get enough. Over the past week, he's grown more brave with it. At first, the first day after he pulled you from the wreckage, it was only to change the makeshift bandage on your wound. That night, he put his hand on your waist as he laid down behind you. He liked squeezing it.
The morning after, he helped you stand and try to walk. You didn't get very far — but he kept his hands on your hips as you braced yourself on the wall. That night, he drug you to lay with your back to his chest.
He's gotten braver and bolder. It makes you a bit uncomfortable, like he might try to take advantage of your weakened state; but you don't even know if he knows what sex is.
He does. Well — not really. But he's woken up with hard-ons before and he knows how to take care of them.
You do have him thinking, though. What it might feel like to put himself between your cushiony thighs or put his face in your chest.
He decides he'll try tonight as he climbs up the ladder and finds you changing into the large shirt he's given you to wear at night. He swallows, his throat suddenly dry. Something warm and needy flicking to life in his gut.
He clears his throat, setting the bucket with the rabbit in it down.
"Thank you." You say that a lot, he's realized. You don't want him to throw you to the wilderness if he suddenly deems you too much trouble; you make your gratitude very clear. That's another thing he likes about you.
Even injured and in an environment so different from what you're used to, you try to pull your weight and make yourself as useful as you can.
He only nods, headed to the line of clothes you hung up earlier that day and getting the softer pair of shorts he has to his name. He doesn't bother with modesty; so you turn around as he strips himself and stretches his arms above his head. Busying yourself with skewering the meat.
The night continues like the last seven had. He lights the small bundle of firewood in the metal pot and sits across from you, cooking some for you and handing it over before he does the same for himself. He helps you stand and walk from wall to wall until your leg gives out and he carries you to the moss bed.
Now is usually the part where he asks for you to tell him things until you're too tired to continue.
But that's not what happens tonight.
He usually helps you to lay on your side and gets behind you.
Not tonight.
Tonight, he lays you on your back and straddles your hips. He touches your cheek. With just his fingertips, at first. Then he cradles your face in his palm and hums contentedly as your warmth seeps into him.
"What are you doing?" You ask shakily as he lowers himself a bit, still holding your cheek as he presses his face to your chest.
"Soft." He mumbles, cuddling his face closer. He likes them — he likes them a lot. His cock is twitching in his shorts.
You stay completely still underneath him. Not scared of him, exactly. But scared of what he might do if you deny him the affection- the intimacy he craves.
You'd never survive a day without him.
So you bite your lip as humiliation creeps up while he gives an experimental roll of his hips. And he moans. Low and quiet; just over the insects chirping outside.
He slides his hand lower, tracing your neck softly before it reaches your breast and he gives it a squeeze. He moans louder, moves harsher against you.
You let out a shaky breath as you close your eyes tightly, trying to disappear from your own skin as your savior gropes you.
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Another week goes by.
If Mingi notices you're more uncomfortable with his touches the first three days, he doesn't say anything. He keeps them the same as before that night. Like it never even happened — but he had clearly enjoyed himself. Once or twice, you've caught him staring at your chest.
Day four is when you start getting more relaxed around him again. He brings you flowers that day. Yellow petals and bright green stems. Awkwardly holds them out to you, points between you and them, and says, "you." They remind him of you.
Five and six, or rather; twelve and thirteen, pass without incident.
It's on day seven of the second week he picks you up and says, "with me." He helps you wrap your legs around him and you hold on tightly as he climbs down the ladder. You know better than to question him.
You just enjoy the change of scenery, hugging onto his back until he stops.
Your jaw drops as you look at the large waterhole. It's crystal clear, you can see all of the rocks at the bottom, the little tassels of water grass and the small fish swimming through it.
"Swim?" He looks over his shoulder, something like a smile on his lips as he sees the joy in your eyes.
"Yeah- yes! Yes!" You hug onto him tighter, smiling as well. "Thank you for bringing me here, Mingi."
His name still sounds odd to hear out loud, but he thinks he likes the way you say it.
He slowly lowers you from his back, steadying you as your leg trembles a bit. "Water-" He groans, tilting his head as he unwraps your healing wound, "good."
"I think so too," you nod. He definitely likes that about you. You still don't shorten your sentences or talk to him like he can't understand. "It will be good to move it around without pressure on it."
Exactly what he was thinking, although he could never express it as elegantly as you. His lips do that thing they've been doing lately — turning up in the corners.
You decide against going fully nude, but he has no qualms about stripping bare before diving into the water.
In just your underwear, you slowly lower yourself to sit on the edge before pushing off and submerging yourself.
It feels wonderful. Beyond wonderful — it feels magical. You and Mingi both freshened up each day with clean water and fabric scraps, but this is entirely different. Like your soul is being cleansed and lightened of its burdens as the water surrounds you.
You push your hair out of your face as you come back up, laughing happily.
Mingi hasn't heard that sound from you before, but he enjoys it nonetheless. It makes him feel warm.
"Happy?" He hums curiously as he swims, going back and forth the length of the water slowly.
"Very." You reply quickly, moving to copy his movements.
He definitely has more stamina than you, but he slows himself down a bit to match your pace as you try to keep up.
And you're both content to swim back and forth in silence for a while, it must be at least thirty minutes later when you finally give in to your muscles begging for mercy. You haven't moved this much since before your plane crashed.
You fold your arms over one another on the edge of the water, breathing a bit heavily as you catch your breath.
Mingi comes up beside you, no worse for wear; and looks at you for a moment before copying your pose. He rests his chin on his arms and looks out into the wilderness with you. "Happy." He says lowly.
You turn your head, resting it on your arms as you peer over at him. "You are?" You search for clarification, kicking your legs slowly.
He nods, moving again to mirror you. "Was... lonely. But, people before; no good." He reaches over and touches your cheek, "you good."
You only smile in response. It's the most words you've ever heard him say in one day it feels like, let alone one 'sentence'.
Pushing yourself a bit closer, you slowly lift your hand. And he doesn't flinch like he normally might. He leans into your touch as you cradle his cheek, sighing softly. "Like you."
"I like you too," you move carefully, until your hip brushes against his side under the water. "Do you know... what a kiss is?"
"Kiss?" He repeats you with a small raise of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, kiss," you lean forward. His eyes are locked on yours, watching you intently as you lift yourself up a bit to be level with his face. "For affection, when you like something," you press your lips to his cheek softly, "you do that."
He cranes his neck, delicately placing his lips against your cheek for a moment longer than you did to him. He has a soft blush across his tanned cheeks when he pulls back.
"Nice, right?" You say with a bit of a giggle, seeing the man who literally climbs trees and hunts in the woods with bare feet get flustered at something as simple as a cheek kiss.
"Nice," he mimics you with a smile; one undeniable. He has a nice smile, you realize. Warm like the sunshine that beams down on the cool water you're in.
"It feels nice," you readjusted yourself, fidgeting a bit shyly yourself, "to kiss in other ways too."
He leans closer, "show." Show him. Effective immediately, you have to show him.
"Oh, I don't know-" You're getting cold feet. You want to kiss him for real, but what if that changes things? You know it realistically shouldn't, he doesn't know how intimate kissing on the lips can be. He doesn't know the implications of it.
"Please?"
He catches you off guard with that. He never asks for things. Always tells or gestures. But now, his eyes are soft and asking.
"O-okay," you nod before lifting yourself up to sit on the ledge. He watches maybe too closely as the water runs down your chest. "Close your eyes."
He hesitates, only for a moment, before he does so.
He flinches when you cup his jaw, but he quickly relaxes into your touch as you pull him forward. And he absolutely melts when he feels your lips against his own — the touch feathery light.
It's like a flip switches in his brain, something instinctual. And all he ever does is listen to his instincts; so he follows his bodies lead and presses his lips to yours harder as he moves to slot himself between your knees.
Holding himself up with his hands on either side of your thighs, he follows your slow movements. His heart starts racing. His skin feels like it's tingling under your touch.
"Open your mouth," you whisper heavily against his lips; having him practically chasing your mouth as you pull back to do so.
And if he thought he liked kissing before — he has no doubt about it now, as you slip your tongue into his mouth.
He just about loses what's left of his mind when you press it against his.
He has to pull away, panting heavily and blushing deeply. "Like that." Comes out a moan. His cock twitches as he runs his eyes over your body slowly, watching the rise and fall of your chest.
"You do?" His answer to your question is to jump out of the water and yank you to your feet.
He has to bend down to kiss you again, copying your actions and cupping your cheeks as he moves against you.
He definitely does like it.
His tongue is a lot more adventurous than yours was. More wild. Licking the roof of your mouth and tracing your teeth and touching every single inch he can possibly reach. You would never think this was his second kiss.
To think he's practically devouring your mouth and you only taught him what a kiss is a few minutes ago.
His hands slide down your neck as he leans back, resting over your chest while he looks at you closely; taking in every part of you he can. "W-" He stutters, for the first time ever. For the first time ever — he's rendered completely speechless.
"You're really good at that," your panted words make him twitch again. When you stumble, he grabs your hip to steady you.
One hand on your hip, the other engulfing your breast; he helps you lower onto the ground, eyes never leaving yours. He goes even further than helping you sit, and pushes you to lay back. Hovering over you, "more than like. Word?"
"More than like?" You shiver under his intense gaze, your heart about to burst with the ferocity with which it beats. "Love, maybe?"
"Love," he nods quickly, straddling your thighs.
"You love me?" You question with butterflies blossoming in your stomach.
He nods, shakes his head, then nods again, then he groans frustratedly and slams his mouth against yours more passionately as he slides his hands all over your body. He goes as far to nip your bottom lip before he pulls back.
"You are love." His clarification makes little sense, but it makes all the sense in the world at the same time.
He doesn't remember what love feels like. The memories of everyone he knew faded with time. But something about you — your softness, your gratitude, the color of your eyes in the sunlight, your willingness to learn how to help, the determination when you hold yourself up on your injured leg to try and push yourself — he can't help but feel... warmth.
Blooming in his chest whenever he looks at you, when he thinks of you. He doesn't love you, he thinks. It's more than that. You are love because you're the only thing he can think of and start smiling, the only thing that feels so gentle and sweet.
You feel like something he never wants to let go of.
If a rescue party ever did come for you, he'd fight them off tooth and nail. Because you make his life better somehow. He isn't just surviving anymore. He's living. And he won't go back.
"You," he points to your heart, then to his, "here."
He does love you. He wants you to stay with him. He welcomes you into his home, his wilderness. Nobody else. Only you — and only ever you; because he is not willing to risk any other humans coming near you.
"Thank you, Mingi," you smile, shyly, at his affectionate gesture. "I feel the same way."
He leans back over you and presses his forehead to yours, his eyes asking silently; 'really?'
"Yes," you nod, slowly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You give him a softer kiss, barely grazing his lips and it drives him crazy. He likes — he loves how soft you are.
He squeezes your breasts in his palms, leading you to let out a soft moan against his lips. At the sound; he finds that he's officially hard. His member leaking against your leg.
He crawls down, pushing you back down by your shoulders when you go to sit up. "No." Is all he says before he starts leaving sloppy and heated kisses all over your chest.
"Oh-" You gasp quietly, melting between him and the Earth.
He's so unabashed about what he wants. Always, but especially now; you come to realize. He does whatever his brain tells him to do to get a taste of oxytocin. It's primal. The way he grabs and squishes your body like he's playing with it, like he's exploring how it feels — because he is. The way he pauses at your hardened nipple before giving it an experimental kitten lick.
And when you moan a bit louder, arching into him; he decides that definitely gives him what he's looking for. You give him what he's looking for.
He wraps a hand around his length, groaning lowly as he gives your other nipple a lick. Then he nuzzles his face between them while moving his fist along his cock. "Soft..."
When his free hand slides down your waist and meets the fabric of your panties, he realized there's one part of you he's never even seen. Putting two and two together — how you've been so protective and shy about it, and how it's between your legs like his cock is between his; he smiles. It must be your center of pleasure.
He's pulling your underwear down before you know what's what. "Mingi-" You squeal in shock, going to put your hands over your soaked cunt when he grabs your wrists and pouts as you press your thighs together. An honest to goodness pout.
He wants to say a lot of things right now. Like please let him touch you. Please let him feel how soft you are in comparison to him. Show him how to make you feel good. But he's blanking on his words, only grunting as he puts your hands back on the ground.
"It's..." You feel heat burning your face, all the way down your neck, "sensitive."
He doesn't say anything, but the look in his eyes says he'll be gentle as he touches; as he explores. You look away as you spread your legs, breathing a bit heavily.
And he wastes no time, sitting on his knees between your legs and bringing his fingertips to graze your cunt. So gentle it makes you twitch. He traces down your lips, watching closely. When he notices your wet slit, that's where his fingers go.
Earning himself another timid moan from you urges him on. He lets out one of his own as he feels just how warm and wet you are, his eyebrows pinching together as he touches you carefully. He, again, quickly decides he likes it.
If he likes it — he should give it a kiss. That's what his brain tells him.
You're a bit confused, a little disappointed as his touch leaves you. But by the time you're looking at him, he's already bent down and giving your cunt a soft kiss.
"Mmf-" You muffle yourself with a hand over your mouth, hips twitching.
He looks up, smiling. That must feel good, you like kissing; and you must really like it down here.
So he wastes no time diving in and kissing your wetness. Just as messy and raw with primal intent as he had explored your mouth; he does the same between your legs. Licking up and down and feeling everything he can. The noises you're making tell him he must be doing a great job, because even with your hand over your mouth embarrassedly; your moans sound out loud enough for him to hear them and drink them up like he's dying of thirst.
His tongue goes a little bit lower and he finds your hole, slipping inside curiously and making you cry out. He pulls back with wide eyes, his cock twitching for attention.
It was even hotter than the rest of you, even softer...
He lays back over you quickly, his chest crushing you to the ground as he looks deep into your eyes. "In."
"W-what?" You stutter, dizzy from his intense make out session with your cunt. Grabbing onto his biceps, you try to make sense of what he says.
"Want... inside you."
Now your eyes widen. He's a big guy, and that doesn't stop at his cock. You doubt he'd understand if you told him you needed to be stretched first. And by the look in his eyes, he probably wouldn't be able to be patient enough to do so anyway.
"You have to be gentle with me," you say slowly, squeezing his arms, "okay? Put- you can put it in, but you have to go slow."
He nods fast, looking down and gripping the base of his length while holding himself up above you; just enough to have room for you both to look down between your bodies and watch as he lines himself up with you.
He gulps as he slides his tip along your slit, pressing forward as he meets your entrance. You bit your lip, breathing slowly as he pushes forward. You almost cry when his cockhead finally slips all the way in, telling him in a wobbly voice, "wait! Wait a second!"
He groans, fisting his shaft while you clench around his tip. He wants to go all the way in. He needs to. He needs to. He needs to feel your snug heat all around him or he'll cry.
Willing yourself to relax, you let out a shaky breath and look up at the sky as he continues to look down at the way your pussy lips are stretched around just the very tip of his cock. "Slow, please, Mingi."
His name leaving your tongue makes him shudder, a tingle running along his spine. He starts inching forward immediately. Grabbing onto your shoulder tightly to ground himself so he doesn't just slam into you, he watches as you slowly encase his entire length.
He all but collapses on top of you when he bottoms out, pinning you to the ground. You bury your face in his shoulder, panting moans raising goosebumps on his skin. Your walls flutter and twitch as they try to mold around him. Both of you are clinging to each other tightly; his hands gripping your shoulders and your arms wrapped back around him.
"Love," he whines as you clench around him, his fingers twitching to hold you tighter.
"You feel so good..." You whimper back as you rub down his back tenderly. "Do you... you want to move?"
His response is immediate, grinding his hips into yours and moaning loudly; louder than you. He bites his lip, letting go of your shoulders and placing his hands by either side of your head to hold himself up.
His eyes flick from your face to your cunt wildly, and he looks like he's going to ask something — but he gets to annoyed trying to think of any words at all as your gummy walls cling to him. He only growls, pulling his hips back an inch before thrusting back into you with a testing, delicate pace.
And when you moan as he bottoms out again — all hell breaks loose onto your cunt.
"Fuck!" You scream as he starts pounding into you, your back arching from the sudden onslaught. He's hitting every spot inside of you that makes you see dots of white when you squeeze your eyes shut; tickling your brain with the flood of pleasure.
He leans down, his face in your neck; nuzzling you softly in a stark contrast to how he slams his hips against yours. "L-love." He says again.
You can't tell if he's saying he loves how it feels, or if he's calling you 'Love'. It seems like the latter as he moans it yet again, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hips stutter.
He pauses, very briefly, panting heavily into your neck. Before you can even fully register that he's came — his hot release making you shiver with ecstasy as it pools inside of you — he groans, "more."
And his pace returns, harsher than before. More animalistic. Downright brutal as he fucks himself into your cum-slick pussy.
Lowering himself onto his forearms, he latches onto your parted mouth as you moan and gasp uncontrollably; doing just the same as he pounds you into the ground.
Your moans mix together, spit as well as he flicks his tongue against yours lewdly — showing just how much he likes you.
Your cunt feels like heaven on Earth as he buries himself into it repeatedly. He never wants to leave. He never wants you to leave.
As he takes you on the ground like an animal, your moans filling his ears and your eyes dizzy as he pulls away from your lips to look at you — a word comes to mind.
"Mine." He moans it deeply, gripping you tightly and having his eyes nearly roll back again as he squeezes your soft sides.
And your eyes do roll back, yelling out and grabbing his arms tightly as your orgasm suddenly washes over you. Feeling like the pure ecstasy is going to snap you in half somehow as you tremble.
Already messy with his cum, his cock nearly slips out with your wave of arousal and your intense clenching. When he realizes, he growls with frustration — no way in hell is he about to let that happen. He slams all the way into you and holds you still by your hips as you twitch below him; not allowing you to go anywhere.
His cock rests right against your g-spot. It drives you to tears in your post orgasmic sensitivity, makes you dig your nails into his arms for a sense of stability.
"More," he whines as he leans down and nuzzles your chest, mouthing at it more gently as he hears your sniffling. He forces himself to stay still within you and placates himself by wrapping his lips around your nipple. Having no idea that it's making your jaw drop as he twirls his tongue around it.
"Oh, Mingi~"
At the sound of your saccharine voice, dripping with lust, his hips gain a mind of their own again; making you both moan. Your overstimulated cunt clenching around him only makes him go harder. Makes him try to get deeper, groaning when he can't.
His body acts before he knows it, before you know it — and he's pulling up your legs and crushing them to your chest as you whimper at the sudden stretch in your muscles before he knocks away any and all thoughts when he slams his hips into you again. He touches deeper than anything ever has.
He pins your legs to your body as he lays over them, your calves over his shoulders. The sight of it — of him makes you cum all over again. And he's right behind you; spilling his cum even deeper than the first time and satisfying something deep in his soul.
He grinds against you, refusing to stay still but refusing to pull out even a fraction of an inch out while he fills you up. A growl gets stuck low in his throat, and he licks his lips before leaning his head down quickly and biting you.
Like an actual fucking animal, he buries his teeth into your shoulder as he keeps you trapped below him; moaning as you squeal and grab at him. Your hips try fruitlessly to move away, confused by the sudden rush of pain mixing with the body wracking pleasure.
He licks the fresh bite, making you shiver. He didn't break skin — just barely sparred you from it. The deep indentations of his teeth on your skin makes him grin.
Kissing it softly, his pace returns once more; making you wail. "Fuck, Mingi!" And maybe you should learn that saying his name only makes him more excited. But how can you take in any sort of information when he's pounding so deep inside of you that he's practically in your guts?
He rests his head in the crook of your neck, his jaw agape and moans spilling out each time he bullies his cock into you. "Love," he gasps, "more."
How in the world it's even possible for someone to have this much stamina, you can't wrap your head around it. He was a virgin not fifteen minutes ago — and now he's ready to cum for a third time inside of you.
"More," you mimic him with a heavy breath, struggling to get enough air as he keeps you folded up with almost all of his weight on top of you.
He lets out a particularly loud moan as you reach and wrap your hands in his hair gently; holding his head to your neck. Your nails scrape against his scalp, albeit very lightly, and he chokes on his own breath as he slams into his peak.
His hands go everywhere, unsure of what he wants to grab onto as his brain starts feeling the effects of all of his previous orgasms. They land on your breasts and he almost whimpers, squeezing and kneading them in his palms to distract himself from the ache in his cock. "Mine," he stutters as he finally stills above you.
He only moves enough to let your legs fall back down, trembling and heavy. He lays on top of you while he pants; his breaths coming as hot puffs against your skin as he keeps his head buried in your neck. His hands between you as he continues to play with your chest while you both float back down to Earth.
You groan softly, wrapping your arms around his head and hugging him close. "Mine."
Summary: As long as he's got a pair to hold, he doesn't care if they're perfect.
Warnings: He wants those titties AGAIN, perv Eddie, kinda eager Eddie(? feels a little ooc), reader is insecure of her chest, implied chubby reader (doesn't actually imply but I'm saying it anyways), no use of y/n, MDNI it's not bad but like DNI, not revised
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"I'm not letting you see them."
A long melodramatic groan spills from a pair of rosy lips you know far too well, the kind of groan usually used for men being denied exactly what they want.
"Fuck--babe--please. I've been on my best behavior for almost a month. I deserve a reward, don't I? Just a peak--no, squeeze. Squeeze!" Eddie whines, leaning forward like closeness might magically convince you to lift your shirt.
Yes. Yes, Eddie wants to see your boobs. For the first time.
And absolutely not.
"I--no." You say quickly, cutting yourself off before your nerves could betray you with a full explanation.
"Why not?"
"Cus..." you hesitate, picking at the blanket draped over your lap, "what if you don't like them?" You shrug helplessly, knowing your explanation was not in the slightest convincing.
You try to find something more interesting around the disheveled room, something other than his deadpan expression. But curiosity got the best of you.
You catch sight of his irked features.
"Are you fucking serious? Babe they're boobs. Your boobs. Why would I not like them?" He demands, truly baffled by your lack of apprehension towards his exquisite tastes.
You give the notion another second to reconsider. Maybe he's right. But also--
"What if I got pepperoni nipples?"
Silence filled the hectic and stale smelling bedroom; the key factors to having a room of a super senior.
Eddie raises a piqued brow, unimpressed by your attempt to ward him off. "I don't care."
"...They're uneven?" You re-attempt the repel strategy, though it only manages to draw him closer. Literally, he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees so he could put his chin on his hands.
"I'll worship them both equally."
How is your defense not working? He should've been running for the hills by now. You squint, preparing to count off every flaw to discourage this horny metalhead. "They sag, they have stretch marks, they-"
"Oh my fuck I don't care!" Eddie sputters in a pitch embarrassingly higher than his usual one. He throws his hands up and tosses his head back.
He is clearly vexed that you--his only source--won't allow him the honor of seeing boobs.
You are taken back from his outburst, eyes snapping wide as he dramatically slaps his hands over his face. They drag painfully slow downward until they unveil his glaring brown eyes.
"I don't care. I don't fucking care, just show me your titties."
You hold his stare, unmoving.
You want to be surprised from his bluntness, but honestly this was just a common occurrence.
With a sigh, you adjust your body on the lumpy bed. "Fine. Fine you horny perv." You fuss. Your hands found the hem of your shirt, bunching it up in your grip.
You can almost feel Eddie's eagerness radiating off him. He's on edge, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
Finally, you pull the shirt over your chest, the cool air greeting your heated skin. You brake the eye contact, knowing you won't be able to handle the grimace he will be sure to have.
"Holy shit."
Oh god, here it comes--
"Those are the best fucking things I've ever seen."
Wait what-?
You're bewildered by the reaction he has. When you turn your attention back to him, his hands found your breasts.
Your eyes found that first, watching as he gave you a handful squeeze. Your eyebrows shoot up before you finally look at his face. He's biting his lip, which barely covers his lewd grin.
"Seriously?" You question, making him nod furiously.
"Hell yes! They're perfect! They're soft, squishy, and gorgeous," he giggles like a maniac before moving his hand to the underside of your boobs. He jerks his hands up to watch them bounce on his palms.
You need a moment to process the information. "Okay, that's enough." You let go of your shirt and grabbed his wrists, prying them off your body. Two long groans elude him; one from his hands being evicted from their new happy place, and the other from your shirt falling back into place, obscuring the view.
"No--fuck! I was just getting started! Please, just a few more minutes?" Eddie pleads, hands finding your shirt to try and lift again.
You watch his hands pause just above your stomach, awaiting your approval. With a long pause, you debate it. He seriously wants to see them again? Really?
Is he kidding?
You flick your eyes back to his, only to see the hunger in his gaze, pupils eclipsing over his chocolate brown irises. With a slow exhale, you nod.
"Okay."
That's all the permission he needed. He launches forward, tackling you back into the mattress with a victorious noise. This way, you won't be able avoid his relentless attack.
You don't care. You'll stay there and let him, because he actually likes them.
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When I saw this post, I was like hell yeah I need write something like this. but I didn't get around to it until literally an hour ago
[ DISCLAIMER ]: the following links contain PORN which is only suitable for mature audiences!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+!! all links contain hetero content! some dont have any sound :’)
[warnings]: porn… duh!, fem fucking m., unprotected sex, titty play, milking??, femdom, clit play
⭐️: author’s favorite
[ HAN JISUNG ]
⭐️ switch of roles: han loves to submit to you. by any means necessary. he loves when you fuck him, it practically makes him drool. he’ll ride your strap slowly as his cock rubs against the material, making him lose his mind. it hits his spot just perfectly, making him want more with every passing second. he hates when you laugh at the kind of person he becomes when you fuck him, but god it’s such a pretty sight to see.
ride it, tease it: one thing you loved to do was tease han. he absolutely hated it, but you didn’t care. you loved grinding your wet folds against his leaking cock as his tip poked out of your panties. you loved watching him helplessly lay there hoping you’d stick his cock inside of you but to no avail. your pace would get quicker, your sensitive bud running along his length as he whimpered from the overstimulation.
[ LEE FELIX ]
play with me: if there was no time, felix would make the time to play with you. correction, to play with your pussy. he loved sitting you in his lap, pulling your panties to the side and rubbing your clit gently. your soft folds brought him immense joy as he listened to your soft whimpers fill the room. his free hand would cup your tits, playing with them as his pads worked your clit hungrily, desperate to get your arousal all over his fingers just so he could amen you taste it afterwards. “you taste better than I play with you, yeah?”
⭐️ ride like you want it: you always had fun getting on top of felix. you’d ride him for hours on end, in different ways until you practically milked him dry. he’d beg for you to ride him faster, harder as his hands danced around your body. and boy did you love it you always admired how his groans would turn into soft breathless whimpers as your cunt squeezed around his cock.
[ KIM SEUNGMIN ]
⭐️ touch me like you do: if there’s anything we know, it’s that seungmin loves teasing people. meaning he loved to tease you. he would lay your stomach on a bed, rip your panties off and run his fingers against your pussy. he’d make you sit there and take it as his hand fondled rapidly with your clit. “you look so stupid begging for me like this.” it was so condescending, but you loved it. you whimpered and cried out as he annoyingly toyed with you, smirking as he watched your body become squeamish beneath him.
[ YANG JEONGIN ]
(might have to make a drabble out of this one??)
⭐️ soft and squishy: jeongin loved your tits. any chance he got he would play with them, squish them in his hands like they were some kind of stress toy. hell, he even used it like that too. he would sit you in front of him after a long day, lift up your shirt and fondle with your tits softly, flicking your sensitive nipples until they turned hard. “you’re my precious toy, isn’t that right baby?” you couldn’t resist his soft hands, and you craved them.
drain me: as i said, jeongin loved your tits— to the point that he’d do anything to get a feel for them. even if that meant sitting there and letting you jack him off until he was milked dry. you agreed if he touched you good, you’d touch him until he couldn’t feel his cock anymore. it killed him hie sensitive his tip was, but he did whatever was necessary to feel your body. to hear your demanding words as he cummed all over your hands.
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a/n: YIPPEEE i actually like a few from this one idea wise. i may have to make them into a drabble.
